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New Eden 16

A simple meeting over coffee. (closed)

Coleman James Williams, better known as C.J. to his close friends was born to parents Derek and Karen Williams on June 12th 1975, Born into the Williams family fortune Coleman was a bit spoiled in his youth, but as he grew up, he was forced to acknowledge his parents wouldn't allow him to simply receive his inheritance. He'd have to earn it.He applied himself from an early age. He studied hard, made it to MIT and created an upstart tech company that developed software and guidance systems which we all now use in our smart phones and which the US military uses. The application software was patented, and while the US government has attempted to buy him out a number of times he's been able to fight off each one of their attempts. As he grew older, he continued to hold a with a controlling interest in the company, but his real passion remained elsewhere.His interests turned to racing. Fast cars, fast motorcycles and he built a racing team with a few gear heads who he'd met while driving semi pro at an early age. That pet project spawned into RGW racing. A billion dollar company which now runs two NASCAR teams, one grand prix team on the European circuit and sponsors two up and coming riders on the moto racing circut as well. He's made millions for investors, billions for his two partners, himself and while his closest friends have gotten grounded by family and children, C.J. has remained a bachelor. The fans, movie stars, reality stars and rich socialites were great for a period of time but eventually the sparkle of the whole scene in LA wore off. C.J. felt just as empty as the conversations he held with most of the people who he'd met. The fans were great but most just wanted a piece of him, his public persona was that of a maverick, he'd blazed his own trail and had the benefits, but it was all becoming hollow. The plastic girls with their botox faces, Gucci bags and spray tans just created a world that he no longer wanted to live in anymore. Money and success could buy a lot of things, but as that old saying goes, it can't buy happiness.So to escape, he dug back into the racing team and decided a long vacation was in order. One to some European nation he hadn't visited yet. Whichever nation he chose, the places, and the people would be different, he could become part of the crowd, and not worry about some jerk in the paparazzi shoving a camera in his face. He’d made reservations at two locations before he headed out, figuring if he hated one location he’d have a backup to visit.From the photos, the villa he chose looked nice, It had been built maybe 200 years ago, 2 floors a spacious modernized kitchen but the furnishings were classic, as if they'd aged well right along with the home they were in. He figured with the time he had, he'd explore the house and maybe explore a little. but that's if he chose the place. One other feature he liked was that had a bit of property privately walled off by ancient brick and mortar walls that were probably built about the same time that the house was. The rooms were spacious, along with a great master suite with an over sized bathroom. it felt like a place he could call home, at least while he was there on vacation. With it’s distance to the center of the city he was staying in he could easily stumble home, or catch a taxi. The one thing he did worry about was the native language, he didn't speak it. C.J could speak German, French, Spanish and a rough patch of Russian, but the native language was just out of his spectrum.The penthouse rooms at the top of one of the more upscale hotels was a bit more.. indulgent. He admitted he didn’t need half a floor, but he figured, if he was on vacation, why not enjoy it, and the rate the quoted him was reasonable. He'd stay in style at either location. So, with two bags packed, C.J. hoped aboard his corporate plane and headed off for a nice long vacation.On the flight over his phone went off at least 5 times, all but one were corporate related, That one call was from his business partner Eddie Rogers, the “R” in RGW racing, who of course ribbed him for heading off to parts unknown.“You gonna find yourself some pretty mail order bride C.J.? I bet you’ve got a couple dates already planned.” Eddie joked“Ha! You fucker. No this isn’t a trip to pick up tail. This is a trip for me to relax, check out the sights and get some distance from the crazy people in LA.”“Right…check out the sights… whatever C.J. Just know I’ve got ya covered, we’ll see you when you get back. You are coming back right?” A catch of concern was in Eddie’s voice as he finished his last sentence. He’d known C.J. long enough to see that the drag of the west coast was draining the life out of him. Eddied was hoping this trip would recharge him, or give him that space he needed to clear his head and return to the racing team.CJ leaned back in his seat rubbed his forehead in mock frustration, chuckled and replied “I’ll be back in a few weeks, sheesh, you worry about me more than my own mother. Get back to chasing that little girl of yours around and I’ll call you when I’m headed home”“Alright, just remember, no mail order brides…” Eddie scolded him.“Bye Eddie..” C.J. quickly responded and ended the call.The rest of his flight was uneventful, and after the airport gave permission for the plane to land C.J. gave instructions for the pilot to head home once he'd gotten off the plane. He’d give corporate a call when he needed a lift home.The plane finally came to a stop, and with the stairway opened, fresh crisp air rushed into the cabin to greet him. Stepping on to the tarmac C.J. took in the clean air, on this part of the planet the familiar taint of smog didn't gum up his lungs or set off any allergies, It was a cool crisp night, probably 40 degrees, or that's what his phone said the temperature was. C.J. stood an easy 5'11” 195 lbs with broad shoulders, green eyes and dark black hair. At 39 he was starting to gray, a peppering of it was through his hair already. Some gray had touched into the neatly trimmed beard he kept to frame his angular face, it presented a far more mature appearance than he would have without it. Often his smooth shaven baby face looks had gotten him brushed off when he was an upstart, someone that the establishment wouldn't take seriously. Now, older with a touch of gray and a well maintained beard, he presented a more polished and professional appearance.Dressed for the weather, C.J. was wearing a heavy Black Pea Coat, over a dark grey dress shirt, white undershirt tucked into a pair of his oldest most worn blue jeans. The only thing new that he was wearing were the black engineer boots that he had on his feet, they were new and not broken in but he'd have plenty of time to do that over the next three weeks. As he looked out across the airfield he watched a 4 door Mercedes pull around and stopped maybe 20 feet away from him. An older man about 50 years old stepped out of it, and walked over to greet him. Exchanging pleasantries, C.J. decided to head first to the villa, spend the night there and check out the penthouse tomorrow.After a 20 minute drive, C.J. was dropped off, he’d found the keys to the house just where the owner said they’d be. Getting his two modest bags carried in through the front door, he set them down, and set about checking out his home. Finding the refrigerator bare, C.J. set out to get a bite, at this late hour he’d be lucky to find something open.After following directions that his phone had given him, C.J. finally stumbled in to a café, and stood in line to get coffee and something to drink. The young woman behind the counter took pity on him and helped as best she could. Not her fault that a crazy American was visiting her country and couldn’t speak the language. Coffee finally in hand, he took a spot in a old worn leather easy chair. His coffee in hand, and his phone the center of attention, searching for a language translator, he thought he heard a beautiful voice speaking clear English coming from someone nearby. C.J. raised his head, and looked around for the owner of that beautiful voice. It had been one of those days for Roxy. You know the kind, where everything just never felt to go out way straight from the first second you rolled out of bed. That was it, that was how the entire day had unfolded for her. It was one thing after another, mostly minor things that slowly began to add up till it was near unmanageable. It didn’t help that Roxy was horrible at time management; scheduling had never been a strong point. That didn’t help when you were trying to run your own business, especially in her kind of work.She liked to consider herself a Courtesan, though her website declared her a concubine and a paramour at least twice. At the end of the day though she was still just a prostitute; though far from the lowly, STD-filled sleazebags that the word would imagine. Here her work was legal and not so looked down upon as it was in the States, where she was born and bred. The story of her ascension from simple farm town girl to legitimate Lady of the Night was far from interesting. There weren’t any sob stories to tell, no silent tears to shed in the darkest hours of the night. In the end it was simple business, one that she happened to be very, very good at. Roxy was just a natural when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, it was something she enjoyed immensely; it was a pity she was really horrible at the business side of it all. Yet she refused to yield, to give in and seek assistance from anyone else. She didn’t need some pimp in platforms telling her what to do; she did as she damn well pleased.That attitude though just didn’t cut it today. She had managed to piss off a very well paying customer, who ever a few choice words from one another, decided to take his business elsewhere. Roxy was glad to tell him to piss off and watch him shuffle off in a huff, at least at the time. But it was her bank account that was taking the hit, which put a damper on any good feelings the situation might have brought. She managed to get another gentleman in quickly enough, though it turned out to be little more than a quick oral session. It would have to do for the night. Roxy grabbed a quick swish of mouthwash before she collected her payment and sauntered off into the night.It was chilly, far colder than she was accustomed to even after being her for almost a year. During that time she never really managed to fit in, nor did she bother to try and learn the language. She was too old to learn another one, at least that was what she told herself. She managed to get by though, after all people tended to be nicer to pretty young women. Roxy was just that, a female at the prime of her life, mid-twenties, a stunning little package from head to toe. She stood at five foot two inches, though her thick soled heels added at least six inches, with a petite, shapely frame that was sinfully curved and sculpted. Proud shoulders swept down to an ample bosom, a slim and toned core that dipped into a tiny waist and flared out to shapely hips that seemed made to be grabbed and held. They swayed with a natural, undeniably erotic rhythm with each step she took. Her legs were long and toned as well, ending in dainty little feet. She was taut and toned to near perfection, that lithesome figure came straight out of the lust-filled fantasies of a horny young teenager.Her attire did little to keep her body hidden; it was just bad for business in her line of work. Tonight the primary color was black with a highlight of purple. A leather bodice, synched tightly over her upper frame, held her bosom greedily in its grasp, bright purple laces straining between the black leather. A matching satin choker encased her gracefully arched throat; a silver chain glimmered and dipped down towards her cleavage. The bodice left her mid-drift exposed, a ring in her navel catching the light as well. The strings of a black thong could be seen with each step she took before they disappeared underneath a thick leather belt that hung dangerously low on her shapely hips. A mini-skirt clung tightly to hips and upper thighs, barely concealing way lay beneath (there was no way she was bending over in that), with black lace garter belt connecting her sheer lace stockings. They disappeared underneath the thick leather of her knee high boots, matching purple laces standing out as they criss-crossed over the front.A flimsy short jacket tried desperately to stave off the night chill, though it really wasn’t cutting it. Roxy hurriedly made her way down the street, her heels clicking sharply with each step she took. She wasn’t thinking really, more going on auto-pilot as she headed towards the café for her nightly intake of caffeine. She plodded away on the surface of her phone as she entered, mulling over several things all at once as she stood in line. The bright lights of the café caught her features now, which were more than a matching for her killer body. She had the visage of an angel with the expression of a sinner, sweetly and angularly shaped with full, plush lips and expressive eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown and twinkled in the café’s lights. Her hair was raven, short and spiky with long bangs that touched her chin, dyed a vibrant violet. She got more than a few glances as she stood there typing on her phone, her lips curled in a sourpuss expression. She didn’t look up till the girl behind the encounter said something to catch her attention.“Oh…uh yeah…I want a café mocha-“ Roxy began, though she realized with the cashier’s furrowing brow her English was lost on her. With a sigh she just pointed at the sign on the counter, nodding and saying the word ‘coffee’. She really should at least learn a few words to order a damn cup of coffee. “This one. Coffee. Om nom, coffee!” As C.J. raised his head, he heard a distinct American accent, but the vision before him was not quite what he expected, ok fuck that… Being honest with himself C.J blinked his eyes because the exquisite voice was coming from someone that looked nothing like what he expected. In his head he’d expected a young college age bubbly blonde, with a book bag over one shoulder dressed in European fashion. Instead, the woman standing at the counter was a vision of pure fantasy. Well, one of his anyway. She appeared to be in her mid 20’s and the outfit, well the outfit set her apart from anyone else in this little coffee shop, hell it set her apart from probably 95 percent of the population, but it worked on her. Between her boots, skirt, bodice and her hair, she was a walking erotic dream that was probably distracting anyone with a heartbeat. Was she wearing it as a costume? Maybe she was on her way to a euro discotech to meet up with friends? Back in the US occasionally he’d see women dressed like her in LA on the way to some techno party, but with this being his first night in this foreign country, he wasn’t sure if she was indeed going to a party, or an escort. Assumptions always got him in trouble, at least with the women he’d dated lately, and he wasn’t about to insult her.Talking to himself C.J. was trying to figure out a way to at least talk to her, without the weird feeling that some older guy was trying to pick up on her. Of course as frustrated as she sounded simply trying to order coffee, she might welcome speaking with another American. During all his travels that’s the one continuous thing, No matter if it’s a New Yorker meeting someone from Texas, in foreign countries Americans tended to find each other set aside their regional differences from back home and find that common bond. Best analogy he could think of was “birds of a feather flock together” but that didn’t quite fit. Of course his dad would roll his eyes at him, chastising him for the fact that C.J. had spent many a year trying to pick up a few languages along the way during his business travels in Europe, that now when given the opportunity to learn a new one, he was grasping for the first English speaking person he ran into? She was stunning, and with a voice that sounded like it could be angelic, if she wasn’t so frustrated.“Gezzus C.J. , you’ve dated a few movie stars, talking to a woman like her can’t be that difficult.” Shaking off his own worries He stood up, brushed his jeans and slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. Walking over to her, C.J. spoke politely hoping not to startle her.“Excuse me, I couldn’t help noticing that you sound like you are from the States? If you’ve got a few minutes, can I buy your coffee?” Roxy more or less got her order out. It didn’t matter much, coffee was coffee, all she needed was something hot and caffeinated. She paid the waitress and took her place to the side, her gaze drawn instantaneously towards her phone like most others. She idly tapped away on its smooth surface and almost completely missed that someone was talking to her. It wasn’t so much what was said though as how it was said. In English, with no discernible European accent, a perfect English dialect she had all but forgotten existed.Swiftly those chocolate brown orbs rose and fell upon, well, something she wasn’t expecting. Before her was a tall, handsome man, the gray in his hair denoting him of considerable age. Though instead of making him look old it did more to make him appear wise and sophisticated. With a quick glance she took in what she could see, before those plush lips pressed together lightly. It took longer for her mind to reconcile just what had been said. The moment felt far too long, as if she had been standing there gawking for long, awkward moments. A huff of laughter came shortly after that realization, a soft chortle before she offered a shake of her head.“Nah. I mean….yes…yes I’m from the States. What gave it away? But no…I got a cup…just waiting for it,” Roxy started to ramble, a habit that made itself known when she felt put on edge. For all her skills she wasn’t much of a people person, that was unless she was on the clock. Funny how such a thing could be turned on and off like a switch. She held her phone in one hand, gesturing over her shoulder towards the coffee counter. Something inside her head was screaming at her, though for the life of her she couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t about coffee, not really, but that hadn’t really dawned upon her…not yet. Either he'd become invisible, or this young woman was trying to ignore him, at least she responded to his inquiry if she was from the US. He didn't think it would be that hard to strike up a conversation. Of course, babbling on without end was occasionally a strong suit of his, Under normal circumstances he'd take the hint, move on and talk to someone else, but something about this woman had caught his attention, well besides the obvious, She was very attractive, Ok she was incredibly attractive and it was something besides just the outfit, costume or whatever she was wearing.In a very erotic way she was more attractive than most of the women he'd ever dated, and there was something tugging at him to know a whole lot more about her. Sure he'd dated a few models in L.A. but most were as fake as a cardboard cut out, this woman had something most women he'd met didn't have, a bit of attitude, and it was attracting him like a moth to a flame. Only he hoped not to get burned by getting close to this one. So, after watching her doodle with her phone for a few more minutes, watching the subtle smirk on her lips, and the quirky way she was staring at her phone, C.J. took a few steps closer, still respecting her space, and spoke up again."Actually it was your lack of accent that gave you away, I figured you were probably from the Midwest, maybe Iowa or Kansas. but definitely state side. I was hoping that you might spare a few minutes for another American who's new to your beautiful country. And honestly if I can't buy your coffee, allow me to pick up the tab for a taxi to where ever you might be heading." He was making it very obvious it wasn’t about coffee now, Roxy could feel his eyes upon her and the shuffle of his boot sole against the brightly polished tiled floor gave way his movements. Those large, chocolate brown orbs swept up from her phone and lingered intently upon his handsome visage. He had an undeniable air about him, a certain regal aspect that was intangible and yet undeniable. She let her gaze simply linger upon him for a few moments, if anything to see if he flinched or would shy away from eye contact. He did neither, the confidence was there but far from stifling; nothing was worse than a cocky man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Slowly, as if she really didn’t want to, Roxy pressed the button on the side of her phone and slid it back into her pocket. Her lips twitched subtly, as if she were trying to suppress either a smile or a frown.“You sure don’t lack for confidence, Mister.” Roxy began, shifting slightly as she tilted her head coyly to the right. A few loose bangs of bright violet brushed out across her brow, an alluring contrast to her creamy skin. “It’s been awhile since I had a decent conversation in English though. And save your money, you might find something more interesting later…”There came a twinkle to her gaze and her lips finally gave way to the smirk of a smile that drifted across them, easy and teasing if not somewhat flirty. Just then a call came from the counter behind them and Roxy turned to glance at the girl behind the counter with her cup. With that smirk on her lips she offered a wink and turned to retrieve her cup, her hips swaying in an undeniable fashion with each step. She collected her cup and returned to him, that chocolate gaze once more upon his handsome visage. “So where were we?” With her wink C.J. was hooked, she was all the right kinds of sassy, and it was not only attractive, but the way she responded was exactly what he'd hoped for. With a chuckle of his own C.J. responded "well we were going to have a conversation in a language both of us could easily understand." With that, he waved her toward where he'd been sitting, guiding the way. The chairs waiting for them were high backed, brown old fashioned leather chairs, those that had been used by many a visitor, here in this café and in previous locations. If they could speak, they could tell you the history of the world.when they reached the chairs, he let her step in front of him and couldn't help but steal a look at the back of her legs, and the skirt she was wearing. Hoping he hadn't been caught, he kept his composure and sat at the same time she did. In a bit more of a quieter setting, C.J started talking, making as direct eye contact as possible."So what brought you here to this beautiful country?" With cup of coffee in hand Roxy followed suit after the handsome American, who she realized she didn't even know his name. That was odd, she mused to herself, after all she had a habit of getting to know people's names. It was a strictly business-like approach, after all it made people feel special to be called by their name in the most intimate of moments. It was how Roxy's mind worked, she had little time for true socializing, she didn't have many friends and what social life she had came from jobs. Some people just liked a pretty face hooked around their arm and a fancy party or art exhibit, Roxy had been to them all and hadn't learned a thing from it.There was an undeniable sway to those shapely hips as she walked, a certain erotic rhythm that the short skirt only seemed to accentuate. There was little that hid her from C.J.'s prying eyes, the definition of sleek yet toned thighs, a hint of darkness underneath the only thing that gave her true privacy. Her boot heels clicked against the ground with each poised step she took, the cup held delicately in her grasp with both hands as she brought it to just under her nose. She let the warmth linger there and relished the pleasant scent. If he was catching a look at her, well, she didn't seem to notice as she stepped in front of him to claim one of the high backed chairs. Her movement was slow and graceful as she settled into the chair and crossed one leg over the other. It was a dangerous move in that skirt, though it was obvious she knew just how to control it. Her rich brown gaze settled on the man, who had the gentlemanly courtesy to wait for her to sit first before claiming his own chair. It was one thing that Roxy couldn't help but notice. It brought out that smile again as she settled down into her seat and let her hands warm themselves on the outside of her cup.The conversation began light, the simple pleasantries of meeting a new person in an unfamiliar setting. It was to be expected, but it wasn't something Roxy wasn't use to. She hesitated for just a moment as she contemplated the answer, mulling over the possibilities she could choose.“Business,” She said after that short pause. Her cup was brought to her lips for a causal sip, though the face she made was far from one of enjoyment. “Ugh. I forgot sugar...” She said offhandedly. A causal glance was given in search of the stand with sugar and cream, even as her attention seemed to remain on him.“You? I'm sorry I still haven't gotten your name. Call me Roxy.” 'Business' is what brought her here? What kind of business was she in? Was she a party organizer? Was she in the music industry? With her looks and choice in outfits he could see it. Maybe she was in the “entertainment” industry? He didn't want to make that assumption, he might have back home, but then again a woman such as herself, dressed as she is wasn't completely out of the norm for L.A. or Las Vegas.Still, her response had peaked his interest and he was about to ask another question when she mentioned her need for sugar, he started to look around as well. Spotting the creamer and sugar back on the main counter C.J. caught her name as she said it, 'Roxy' just as she asked him the same question. He felt a bit embarrassed at the thought that he'd invited her to have a conversation with him but hadn't thought to introduce himself. Professing his embarrassment he finished taking a sip of coffee and replied.“Mmmm! I apologize, I ask you to have a chat with a complete stranger and I forget to introduce myself. Where's my manners.” Admonishing himself a little while trying to make a joke of it he continued, “Please call me C.J., and before I forget more of my manner again, hold that thought.”Standing up, C.J. quickly stepped over to the counter, picking up one of the several small rectangular containers that were full of packets of sugar. Looking further he snagged 3 mini creamers from a large bowl sitting next to them and returned to where they'd been sitting. With a warm smile on his face he them down on the small table between them and took his seat again. On the walk back to his chair he couldn't help but admire how beautiful her brown eyes were. They were expressive, and bright, even in the dark decor and late hour of the evening. he'd noticed her eyes from the first time she'd turned around and made eye contact with him, but now, this close he was convinced that she could seduce any man she wanted with those eyes.Returning to his coffee, he spilled his story to her, at least an abbreviated version that he could easily explain without going into too much boring detail.“Well, I'm here on a bit of a sabbatical slash vacation of sorts. I'm here to pretty much get my head back on straight, by putting 10,000 miles between me and the plastic people I'm tired of dealing with back home. So, I'm in your fair country for the next three to four weeks, hoping to enjoy the culture, of a country I've never seen before and then go home refreshed, and hopefully make some positive changes with a clear mind.” At least she got a name out of him, though it was more of a nickname of sorts. Still, it was better than nothing, one more step on a pleasant conversation. Not that Roxy really had many of those, rarely did she got out of her way to make friends or talk to strangers. It wasn’t that she had some anti-social complex going on, but she rarely had the time to really focus on that. Friends, companions, lovers, they were a luxury that Roxy simply couldn’t afford at the moment. A slender brow arched as C.J. excused himself and stood once more. He moved too fast for Roxy to catch up to, it was clear once he started away from the table what he was doing. It would be silly to stand up herself and follow after, he was, after all, just being nice. Why ruin it? Roxy instead settled further into her chair, her foot giving a light wiggle as it dangled over herself. She tried to act like she had something better to do than watch him, though with her phone in her pocket and the fact her coffee was dangerously bitter, well, she didn’t have that many options.Instead she sat there with the ‘patiently waiting’ look upon her ravishing visage. She offered a smile and a nod as he sat the sugar and creamer on the table.“Such the gentleman,” She commented lightly, even as her delicate digits snatched up a packet of sugar and gave it a light flick. Her head tilted the right as he began with his own reasons for being her. A curious look drew out over her beautiful visage as he went on, it was short and sweet and left a lot out. Despite her own rather coy and limited response, Roxy felt an undeniable curiosity.“Sounds like you have a demanding lifestyle, Mister C.J.” Roxy commented as she tore the packet open and sprinkled a few into her cup. A creamer was also popped open and its contents dribbled in before she slowly stirred them all up with a swizzle stick. “What kind of positive changes are you looking to make? Obvious cutting back on the caffeine isn’t one of them…”Roxy finished stirring and brought the tip of the stick to her plush lips. It was a subconscious move, taking the tip into her mouth idly as those dark eyes lingered intently upon the tall, handsome man on the other side of the table. It took a few minutes but Roxy felt she was slowly settling back into the game, growing more comfortable with each passing moment. Chuckling at Roxy's comment C.J. took his cup of coffee and raised it to Roxy "Cheers to the coffee bean, Many a long night was made a little more tolerable because of it." Laughing a bit he continued,"I say a little more tolerable because the engineers I worked with could build a computer, but they couldn't brew a decent cup of coffee to save their lives. I think what they brewed up could be called "sludge" and that was a compliment. Now the mechanics in the shop, I think they brewed it bad on purpose so it could double as motor oil." shaking his head, C.J caught the look on Roxy's face as he embellished his story enough to make it entertaining. Chuckling again, he She'd also asked him what sort of positive changes he'd take back with him, and that made him start to think.Was he imagining things? could he change what he'd need to when he got back? And should he really just move on from L.A. He'd spent enough time thinking about it his first night here, and instead of thinking about where he had been, he instead focused on where he currently was, and who he was with. Roxy was watching him intently waiting for an answer. So with conviction in his voice he spoke from his soul."As I said, I'm hoping that this vacation of mine will allow me time to put what I left behind in perspective, so I can focus on what's most important, going somewhere I've never been so I'm not reliant on the rat race that was L.A. I came here to feel, 'normal' and while my friends and family support me in the fact that I'm way out here, they also think I'm a bit 'out there' for seeking such a dramatically different environment."Reaching for what was left of his coffee, he took another sip and made eye contact with Roxy, proposing a question of his own. "So...Miss Roxy, you've heard the start to my little adventure, you said earlier that 'business' brought you here, what kind of business are you in?" Engineers. Mechanics. He let it out little bit little, though there was no particular confirmation just what the two had to do with him. Judging from his clothing, appearance and general mannerisms Roxy had a good idea though. He was something up there, someone comfortable wearing a suit and getting things done with a phone call and a smile. She knew the type, wealthy businessmen were, oddly enough, a dime a dozen. Exactly what businessman meant no a days though, that was a bit more of a gray area. He could be selling paperclips for all she knew, maybe he worked for a more shady kind of organization that were more apt to slice open throats than offer 401K's. She wouldn't put it past him, even with a handsome face like that, she knew more than her fair share of beautiful monsters in this world. But as he continued, Roxy learned more and decided it wasn't shady underworld business or paperclips that had him all in a bunch. The last part really hit close to home and for a moment that practiced smile and demure look faded.A smile remained, though it was honest and perhaps even a little self-conscious. Roxy was quick to hide it behind her coffee, which was brought to her lips for a prolonged drink, though she only swallowed once. It was long enough for her to get a handle on herself, at least keep up appearances.“There comes a time in a persons life when they have to stop and look at themselves in the mirror. To see what they are and if they can accept it.” Roxy said rather to the point. Her tone denoted that she spoke from experience. Her eyes flickered to her cup briefly, a curious glimmer within before they returned to the handsome stranger at the other side of the table. “I hope you find what you're looking for.”It was her turn now, C.J. Turned it back on her and she honestly had no where to go. He was a really nice guy, so far at least, but one really couldn't tell a person from one five minute talk over coffee. Still, he deserved the truth, no use wasting his time on her when he could do so much better.“I should have told you from the get go. That way you coulda politely drifted off afterwards,” There was that self-deprecating humor again, it was something Roxy was pretty good at. She cleared her throat and leaned up a bit in her chair, as if arching her back and straightening her shoulders made everything more presentable.“I run my own business, I guess you could say. I'm a...Courtesan, as I like to call it. Though you can call be a Paramour or Concubine if that sounds fancier. Or a call girl if you like it plain old 'Murican.” She said the words all too easy. Another sip from her cup was taken before she continued.“The laws here are a little more lax regarding the rules and regulations of the trade. Funny how the Land of the Free is so eaten up with keeping the sex trade down.” She watched him from behind the rim of her glass, to gauge his reaction. If anything, he might blush and look away (which was always funny) or he might get disgusted and storm off, or even interested. At this point, Roxy wasn't sure and the anticipation of his reaction felt like a stone sitting in her stomach. Hearing Roxy's answer didn't shock him as much as she probably thought it would. With her verbal confirmation, something Roxy had said earlier which had seemed odd to say at the time, now made complete sense. “Save your money, you might find something more interesting later…” He liked how she described herself, a 'Courtesan' someone well above the average 'call girl' someone with quite a bit of class, and presence. C.J. thought the self description fit, the way she carried herself, the subtle suggestion and the fact that honestly, Roxy exuded a certain sexuality from every movement she made. She was probably very selective of her clients, and probably made a good amount of money per session that allowed her to remain selective. Understandably she was a little jaded toward Americans, her comments made it pretty clear without saying much that she'd left the states because of her occupation.So, how was he going to respond? He could feel the air between them get a little tense after a disclosure of such weight he could feel the silence was becoming uncomfortable. It was really up to him as to what happened next, and it would mean a bit of a revelation of his own. With a genuine smile on his face, C.J. put down his coffee and looked Roxy in the eyes."I have no problems with the oldest profession in the world. I'd be a hypocrite if I said otherwise. My own little bit of 'truth' here is that I come from a very rich family. That being the case, my parents made sure that I was never 'given' anything. If I wanted it I had to earn it so I had a paper route, from the day I was 12 to the day I graduated High school. My family is pretty well known back home, and a lot was expected of me in certain circles, not my parents mind you, but the kids I grew up with. I was expected to be 'one of the boys' and for all the charisma I was supposed to have with girls I made up most of it. When I was in High school I was deathly afraid of girls. I'm pretty sure my dad thought I was a man-whore because I'd have a different girlfriend every week. But the real reason why was because I was so scared to do anything beyond kissing and some heavy petting.So, I'm 18, I'm wet behind the ears heading out to MIT and I approach my father's executive assistant in confidence to see if he knows of anyone who can help a boy out. So he sent me to a beautiful courtesan such as yourself. She was an 'older woman' who was really only 28 and to this day I get a smile on my face when I think back on meeting her. Felicia took me into her bed and taught me how to be a man in the bedroom, She also taught me how to respect a woman. She was the first woman I ever had sex with, and beyond a very select few people on this little blue and green glob called earth, you are one of the few who knows the truth about my charismatic youth. That instead of a big swinging teenage dick, I was deathly afraid of girls. So, I have a lot of respect for courtesan's such as yourself. And, if I may, to quote an old cranky comedian named George Carlin, he once said,"Selling is legal, Fucking is legal, why isn't selling fucking legal?" "His truth laid out, C.J. finished the rest of his coffee and spied over at Roxy's cup."Now I know you said I couldn't buy the first one, but would you care for a refill?" His reaction to the revelation she was in fact as call girl was to smile. Not just any smile, but from what Roxy could tell an honest to goodness smile. There wasn't anything lecherous about it or fake, that in itself was enough to throw Roxy off her carefully crafted guard. He was either the most honest man she had met in a long time or a very, very good liar. Roxy still didn't put it past him that he was some kind of undercover agent, though perhaps he was too handsome for that, after all they didn't live in a James Bond movie.With that smile on his lips he met her eyes and began a tale of his own. Where Roxy was vague, C.J. Filled in details that Roxy would have never thought to ask. Despite coming from money he was a self-made man, one that had to work for what he wanted. That was good and bad in itself, it meant he was dedicated to seeing things through, but it also meant he was no doubt married to the job. She didn't see a ring on his finger nor a pale circle that would indicate he was simply pocketing it for a night out on the town.But he took it a step further, the story continued and took a far more twisting path than she expected. The honest reaction to his words lingered on Roxy's face as it unfolded, a raise of her brows at his frank admittance of it all, followed by an knowing smile that hinted at a connection to it all. He was incredibly smart, he had to be if he went to MIT, just another feather in the cap of an already impressive life. Roxy couldn't help wonder just what he was trying to escape from out here. He wasn't just here to clear his mind Roxy gauged. So far from what she could tell it just didn't fit the mold, it was just the literal tip of the iceberg.“So,” Roxy interjected as he finished his story. She had all but finished her own cup of coffee, which dangled in her delicate grasp now and then if only from habit.“You were just like the rest of us at that age. Inexperienced, awkward and terrified of a world you thought you knew everything about.” Roxy couldn't help the little huff of laughter that came from her throat. No one was perfect, no one was as smooth as charismatic as they wanted to be. It was more common to be awkward and shy than outgoing, if anything his admittance only made him more human, complete with all the flaws that humanity offered.“I'm sure you made up for it in your later years,” She was quick to retort. It was added at the last second, as if it were more of any afterthought. She met his gaze briefly and held it, an undefinable glimmer within those chocolate depths before she broke it off and glanced at her cup. Those proud shoulders rolled lightly as she gave the thought of another cup a thought. Her lips curled into a pursing muse before she gave another shrug and nodded.“Anymore caffeine and I will be up all night, among other things.” She wrinkled her nose impishly, leaving her lack of words to imply what she meant further. “But you can reach into those deep pockets for a bottle of water.” Digging into his jacket pocket he scrunched up his face and replied,"Well my pockets are not as deep as some might think, but between some change and pocket lint I think I've got enough money to cover a bottle of water."With a mischievous look and a wink, C.J stood up and walked over to the cold drink fridge next to the front counter. He pulled open the door, which at first he thought was a sliding door, that swung open instead. He grabbed two large bottles of cold water, and let the door close behind him hearing that familiar rubber 'smack' that acknowledge the door was closed without looking. Walking to the front counter he placed both bottles down and instead of trying to speak to the girl behind the register in English, he tried his best Russian. They were close enough in Slavic languages that he thought this time she might actually understand him.As luck would have it in his favor, the girl behind the counter did understand, and replied in kind. He smiled, paid for the bottles and walked back to Roxy setting one of them down in front of her.As he turned the cap on his bottle of water, hearing the familiar crack and snap of the safety ring pulling free he turned his attention back to Roxy and her comments she'd made before he got up. He'd opened the door to her comments, and had been more honest with her than he'd been with anyone in quite some time. He'd told her the truth, why stop now?"Honestly when I got to MIT I didn't care about anything but proving myself. My reputation from school didn't follow me, but a whole other host of issues did. I'd never be taken seriously being a rich kid, everyone would think that the Dean gave me a free ride. Little did they know. But at that point I didn't care about anything but making my own reputation, and being damn good at what I was there for."Taking a drink, he formulated his thoughts and continued, "You, more than most probably know exactly what I mean when I say that a person's reputation can be harm or a blessing, and I had to play for both. I had the rep of being a rich kid, and an upstart. But things changed when I got into the racing business. When that took off that's when the reality stars and L.A. got talons in me. I'll admit, I've been with more than five women, but sometimes the media and the press make things out to be far more than things really are. I can't remember who said it, but I remember once hearing a line that has stuck with me since I was a kid.""Half of what the media tells you is a lie, and half of that is the truth."Smiling, C.J. took another drink of water. He'd finish his train of thought, but Roxy's comments had made him curious to ask a question of his own. "So, you can understand that letting people think I have one persona can be beneficial, it keeps the sharks at a distance, and entertains the public. But, it can also put those you care about at a greater distance too, unless they know you. Which brings me to a question of my own. So..Miss Roxy, now that you know I've got money, does it change our conversation?" Roxy leaned back in her chair as CJ stood up and strode back towards the register. She didn’t watch him as he procured the bottles and paid for them, missing out on his use of the Russian language. She used the moment to draw into herself and let the words of their conversation sink in a bit more. It wasn’t anything too deep after all, though at this point it was more than just a casual conversation about the weather or sports teams. She snapped back to reality once he returned to his seat, she took the offered bottle with that ravishing smile as thanks. She mimicked his movements, twisting the top till the satisfying crackle indicated the seal was broken. The tip of the bottle was brought to her lips for a light sip before she set it back down and promptly forgot about it. Her eyes were upon CJ as he started in once more, picking back on the conversation from where they had left off. Her head tilted to the left as she listened, absorbing it all with that curious look upon her pretty face.“I’d say more like ninety nine percent of what they tell us is a lie. Or at least fluff to distract from the important events. Who needs to know about the wars going on when we they are announcing the new American Idol?” Roxy scrunched up her nose and made a disgusted face, if only briefly. If she was any further from that entire scene she would be on a camel in a desert, though for all it was worth it was hard to really feel separated from anything this day and age. But that was another thought for another time, Roxy had more than her fair share to keep her currently occupied. CJ was all smiles, handsome, confident and sure, and perhaps more than a little eager to share his past with a beautiful stranger. Perhaps Roxy was just too jaded to feel that comfortable around someone she had just met, but she had no desire to let out more information than she already had. Instead she would flash that pretty smile, bat her dark lashes and divert any questions directed in that fashion. Yet it seemed that CJ had something else in mind, he brought up the fact of people more or less wearing masks, portraying something they really weren’t to the public eye. It was all too funny; a silent giggle caused her shoulders to shake for just a second before she offered a gentle shake of her head, dark violet bangs tickling at her cheek.“Give yourself a drinking problem and you could be Tony Stark,” Roxy said with no shortage of mirth in her tone. She offered another shake of her head before she turned her attention back to her water bottle, though she only moved it lightly on the table to jostle the contents.“But to answer your question; it doesn’t change one thing, Mr. CJ. You caught me off the clock, so to speak. So in all honesty, I couldn’t care less if you had two wooden nickels to rub together, though I appreciate the water.” Roxy said matter-of-factly, the smile still resting perfectly on her lips. Her tone was somewhat neutral, though the mirth from her dorky statement earlier still hung in the air about her. CJ couldn't help but smile at Roxy's comparison of him to the comic character Tony Stark. He chuckled and said "Oh you forgot about the hot assistant who looks like Gwyneth Paltrow, you for got about the Suit. and the heaping loads of cash that he's got. But thanks for the subtle compliment, at least I think that's what it might have been.." Smiling he took a drink of water and moved on their conversation..."Everyone is entitled to off time, it's what separates the job from the person. It's nice to know I can keep your company for a short bit, well, with the prospect of buying you a drink. Non-alcoholic still counts in our case I think."She was guarded, she'd probably made a profession out of keeping her personal life secret, hell Roxy may not even be her real name. But he'd let that fly. All of us have our own secrets and reasons for not talking about our own past. So instead of trying to pry personal information out of Roxy he focused more on asking about places of interest in the city. Quiet restaurants, historical buildings, any local attractions that he might be able to take in while he's here for the next month.The conversation went on for a while, CJ lost track of time between their conversation and the subtle jabs she'd poke at him were keeping with a light mood, which was probably for the best on a first meeting with a complete stranger. She was well more than a pretty face, and he could see that she was very good at what she did. Everything from the quirky smile, to the pout of her lips were practiced, he'd be interested to see what she looked like when she wasn't being professional, or if she was having an orgasm and wasn't on the clock.Pulling his phone out, he stared at the time and realized it was getting on into the late evening. He had no idea what time it really was back in the states, but admittedly looking at the time now the jetlag and time difference had suddenly caught up to him.Yawning, he decided that he'd have to finally give in and call it a night. "Well, considering the hour, I think it's time to call it a night. I do appreciate your company this evening. My offer still stands, If you were heading home you are welcome to share a taxi with me. I can have the driver drop me off first, then take you where ever you'd like to go." The conversation drifted towards a causal avenue, which was fine with Roxy. She listened intently as always, spoke when needed to and always played it a little coy, though with that knowing smile it was blatantly obvious it was all an act. She had more to say on the topic at hand, or at least she released the information more readily. The city itself was ancient by American terms, so there were a great many things that could catch a person's interest. The architecture of many of the old buildings could keep someone busy for weeks alone. There were a great deal of nice little places that Roxy had found during her time here, decent restaurants with a comfortable atmosphere up to the snooty, high priced kinds. She gave her opinion on them all, causal and unabashed on everything from their prices to the quality of food and even the attitude of the waitstaff. She gave the general discussion of theaters and art exhibits, things more suiting to the high life CJ was accustomed to. She had been to them all, one the arm of one rich man or another. She even teasingly offered to draw him a map from memory of one particular theater, one famous for hosting classic operas and symphonies. Despite her general aloof and playful nature, there seemed to be a hint of ennui in her voice when she spoke of it all, almost as if she were regurgitating it from a textbook.How the time had flown, Roxy was as surprised as CJ when he whipped out his phone and saw the time. Roxy was more of a night owl regardless, so there was little hint of the sheer exhaustion that CJ was no doubt feeling. She could see it tugging at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes, he'd be the walking dead soon enough. Roxy pulled out her own phone if only to confirm the time, to which she gave a slight nod. CJ went on once more with the pleasantries, Roxy flashed a ravishing smile and gave a demure tilt of her head to the left before she spoke.“The pleasure was all mine, CJ. I'm sure-” Roxy cut herself off as her phone went clattering to the floor from her grasp. The sweet look faded quickly with a twitch of her brow, a slight look of annoyance before she gave a huff and scooted towards the edge of her seat.“Fumble fingers. One reason why I would never make it as a saxophone player.” Roxy spouted off as she bent at the waist and retrieved her phone, giving a more that splendid view of her cleavage as she did. With a quick flourish she rose from her seat, phone in hand as she stood in all her glory at five foot six (mostly thanks to her boots). She lifted her hands and gave her fingers a wiggle, one by one in an exaggerated fashion.“Stubby fingers.” She said in a blatantly sarcastic tone. Her fingers were far from stubby, slender and long, tipped with elegantly manicured black nails. Despite herself she listened intently to CJ's offer. At first thought she had easily dismissed it, though as he offered once more she couldn't help but give it definite thought. She tilted her head once more to the side, a contemplative look crossing over her features. She pursed her lips, gave him a once over look before giving a shrug of her proud shoulders.“How can I say no to a ride after you filled me up with coffee? I suppose if you were a serial killer you would have come up with a less extravagant back story. But it's cold out there. So I'm willing to take the chance.” She said with that same attitude as before, though she wore a more genuine smile as she said it. Her phone was tucked back into the pocket of her tiny jacket before she stepped closer and held out her hand expectantly. Any gentleman worth his salt wouldn't leave a lady hanging without a proper escort. CJ smiled genuinely and took Roxy's hand in his, phone placed quickly in one pocket, his half finished bottle of water in another, he chuckled lightly and said “No serial killer here, I think I'd have to think of a couple one liners and I'm too tired for that.” He would have made a reference to an old Tarantino movie, but thought better of it. If the opportunity ever came up again if he met Roxy here or somewhere else, he'd probably use it, but it just didn't seem appropriate during a first time encounter.Guiding Roxy by the hand, he lead her to the entrance of the cafe. As they reached the front doors, CJ held one of the front doors open for Roxy as she passed by him, he caught a scent of her, along with admiring her outfit one last time. He honestly couldn't help but admire how she simply exuded sex appeal, Once again CJ remembered his manners and tried to make sure his eyes didn't wonder too long, she was used to it surely, but that didn't mean she had to deal with it while she was off the clock. So, despite his semi wondering eyes they exited the Cafe CJ still holding her hand. He hoped on a cold evening such as this they'd be lucky enough to spot a taxi before the goose bumps started coming out on Roxy.As luck would have it, within a few minutes he was able to hail a taxi, or at least he thought the driver stopped for him, Maybe it was Roxy and those boots, but either way, when the taxi stopped he held the door for her releasing her hand then followed her in and closed the door to the taxi behind them.CJ pulled his phone from his pocket, checked the address for his villa and gave the address to the driver, in English. Thankfully the driver understood him with no problem, nodded in agreement and started to drive to CJ's villa. As they kept each other company, CJ for once was really at a loss for what to say next, he almost felt like he was back in grade school, sneaking peaks at the cheerleaders during practice, well, no cheerleader ever dressed like Roxy did, that's for sure. And that's when a thought occurred to him, would he try to see her again? Would she see him socially even if he knew what she did for a living? Or should he offer to employ her? The idea of having sex with her did stimulate his cock, thinking about taking her thong off and exploring what treasure she was beneath that skirt of hers.If he made a pass at her would it seem as if he was appealing ot her profession? Would she brush him off and feel insulted? Hell he'd spent the better part of 4 hours talking with her and he still felt like he barely knew her. Which was understandable considering that her personal life was so well guarded. So, instead of fantasizing about what could be or might be, he appreciated her company and thanked her again for sharing a taxi ride with him,All too soon the driver arrived at his villa, looking out the window of the taxi he could see the porch light on that he'd left when he headed out for the evening. Checking the time on his phone he set it down on the seat next to him as he reached in to his front jeans pocket for a few bills to give the driver, and then turned finally to Roxy. It was time to part company, would he see her again? He'd hope so, or maybe she would avoid the spots she'd recommended him. If he noticed her in public and saw her with another man he'd respect her situation and stay away, it would be unprofessional and rude if he was spending time with her and a former date came over to talk with her. So, he decided if fate meant for their paths to cross again it would happen, and it would work to their advantage.With a genuine smile he took Roxy's hand in his own brought it to his lips and kissed the top of her hand softly. “Thank you for keeping me company this evening, and for your advice on how beautiful this country is.”He had an urge to lean forward and kiss her, but the thought was fleeting and while it might be reciprocated, he thought better of it. Considering her profession she probably frowns on such intimacy, but that was a question better left unasked, and unanswered.So, with a smile, and a second kiss to Roxy's hand he released it from his and turned to the door, pulled the latch and opened it, stepping out into the cold morning air. CJ stepped over to the front passenger side window as the driver rolled it down. He handed three large bills over to the driver and instructed him to take the kind lady to where ever she needs to go. The driver, noticing the size of the bills went wide eyed for a moment, equated his own tip and figured that where ever in the city this young lady needed to go, he'd take her. And with that CJ looked back at Roxy said “Good night.” and stepped away as the taxi pulled away from the curb, taking Roxy to her final destination.CJ stood and watched the taxi head off down the road a good 100 meters before turning and opening the gate to his Villa, he walked to the front door used his key entered and locked it behind him. With a sigh, the night, jet lag and lack of sleep was catching up to him So with a stagger he walked the distance to the staircase, pulled off his pea coat and hung it on the large knob of the banister. Stumbling upstairs he could hear in his head sleep quickly calling his name, and within a few short minutes of stripping down to his boxers leaving his clothes in a heap at the foot of his bed he climbed in, and was fast asleep within minutes. Against her better judgment she followed after CJ into the dark and cold night. It felt like the temperature had dropped a few degrees, much to Roxy's dismay. Thankfully they managed to hail a taxi quickly enough. It was hard to tell if it was CJ's attempt or Roxy standing there in her high heeled boots and tight skirt, at a moment like this she wasn't above flaunting it to get a taxi to stop. She didn't have to try to hard tonight, between the two they snagged one and soon after were comfortable in the back seat. Roxy swept her hands over her skirt to keep it in place as she ducked and slid into place. Her long legs swept over one another and crossed perfectly, one hand settled in her lap while the other brushed through her violet bangs, pushing them aside and tucking a few longer locks behind her ear.The backseat was warm and didn't stink, always a good thing. Her hands came to rest upon her knees as they started down the dark road, occasionally being jostled by a pothole or bump. Roxy was content to look out the window, catching glimpses of people passing or lights in the distance. It wasn't all that interesting, but for the moment she really didn't have anything to say. The confines of the taxi were intimate, at least in their proximity of one another. Of course being close to people was never an issue, at least when she was 'on the clock'. At the moment it felt entirely different, he wasn't a client eagerly awaiting his happy ending with Roxy in his lap. Though she could imagine the dumb grin on CJ's face if he saw her in such an intimate pose, yet when she thought of it, it didn't seem so dumb, more like a little kid unwrapping an unexpected Christmas gift. Yeah, somehow she ended up a Christmas gift in her own mind, that in itself caused a little snort to flare her nostrils.The ride came to a quick end, much to Roxy's surprise. Not that she really knew what she was expecting, but as she glanced in his direction and out the window to his villa. Well, that just stank of money, not in a ostentatious sense of course, but it did lead more credence to his story. Roxy was distracted with the sight, she didn't even notice CJ was taking her hand until she felt his grip upon her and his lips touched her knuckle. She flinched, as if drawn from a deep thought. The look on her face was priceless, if only for a brief moment before that professional smile drifted out over her lips. She offered a gentle nod of her head in recognition, her voice even and velvety smooth:“No need to thank me. We're all on this karma train together, just payin' it forward.” That was it. That was all she could think of, she just flashed her smile again as he offered another gentlemanly kiss and took his leave. Thankfully the confines of the cab were dark and it would be hard to see the flush on her cheeks. The cab was moving once again, back on the road and heading in the general direction of home. Roxy settled back into her seat with a sigh, pinching at the bridge of her nose as she tilted her head forward and just savored the quiet dark of the evening. She didn't realize she zoned out until the cab came to a sudden stop in front of her building. The driver gave her a smile and watched her exit, adjusting the rear-view mirror to get an exceptionally good view of her rear as she ducked out the opposite door. He already had his fair and tip so Roxy said her thanks and turned to close the door. It was in that brief instant she turned that something caught her gaze, a reflection of light on the surface of glass, or in this case, a cellphone. At first Roxy thought it was hers, but as she leaned back in and snatched up the flat rectangular object it became obvious it wasn't. The phone felt large and ungainly in her grasp, the make one she had never used before. It took her mind just a moment to reconcile to whom the cellphone belonged to. The driver peered at Roxy curiously as she piled herself back into the cab and held up the cell phone.“You remember where you dropped the guy off? Big American man, yes? You go back there, now. Cell phone. American man's cell phone.” Roxy said in a broken fashion, trying to use words the man would recognize. He knew enough English to get the hint, offered a nod and smile of acknowledgment before taking off hastily. Roxy could only think of the tip he would make tonight after this. It hadn't even been a second thought for her, jumping back into the cab to deliver the cell phone. She'd be lost without her own, she easily imagined what it would be like losing it in a foreign country. CJ had been a nice guy, if not a little honest and charming, he didn't deserve to be screwed out of his phone because of a case of jetlag and a pretty face. Even as the street lights flashed about the speeding cab Roxy let her fingers glide over the surface, bringing the phone to life. She proceeded to go through his contacts, if only idly noting the names and contact info she saw. A few women, lots of professional sounding names and companies, but nothing that stood out. Instead of wasting her time further she went back and brought up his call list, went to the last numbers contacted and started going through them. One of them had to be his villa, or so Roxy hoped even as they took a turn down the familiar street leading to the impressive building. She held the phone to her ear and listened to the ring tone, over and over with seemingly no end.The cab pulled up to the front gate once more and came to a rolling stop. Roxy glanced up and without another thought shoved open the door, swung her long toned legs out and pushed herself up.“Wait,” She called out to the driver, still clutching the phone to her ear as she strode confidently towards the gate. It wasn't locked, so she swung it open and proceeded to follow the path to the front door. It was late, but it hadn't been too long since they last departed. Hopefully this hadn't been a complete waste of time and money, after all the cabbie was going to want another few bills after this. Roxy rapped her knuckles sharply upon the door and searched for a doorbell, which she pressed repeatedly once her fingertip brushed over it. The phone still rang and the creeping cold was riding slowly up her legs and underneath her too short skirt.“Fuck...C'mon, man. Answer the damn phone.” Roxy muttered under her breath as she knocked against the door with a clenched fist.“Oi! Hello? Anyone there?” She called out to nothing in particular, half wondering if her voice would even carry through the well-crafted door. CJ was dreaming, something about a scent he had in his head had drawn his thoughts to something rather erotic.* He was in bed asleep and had heard a rustling downstairs. weird, he was the only person in the house,* but the bed he woke up in wasn’t the one he went to bed in, it was his home back in L.A.* Pulling the covers off and throwing on a shirt, he walked calmly to the entrance of his bedroom,* he normally closed it, but the door was ajar, as if someone had come in and hadn’t wanted to wake him. He took the ten steps to the top of the stair case, looking down he could see a faint light coming from under the door to the kitchen, which was off to the left, It was odd, he couldn’t remember if he’d turned that light off or not.Taking the stairs down to the main floor, the right side wall was floor to ceiling windows and as he looked out the windows at the L.A. skyline, he used to be in awe of it, now all he saw was smog, and plastic so he turned away turning his attention back to the light coming from under the door leading to the kitchen *and was a bit mystified by it. For some reason both the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up and his cock began to stir.CJ could hear his heart beat and his breathing quicken as he slowly padded toward the swinging door to the kitchen and pushed it open. What he saw shouldn't have been there. The refrigerator door was wide open, the light he'd seen was coming from it as he looked on. He could see Roxy's boots, well that was the first thing he saw, as his eyes drew up he noticed her ultra short skirt, with the waistband of her thong peeking out. She was bent at the waist, looking into the fridge trying to find something. Slowly, seductively she stood up. With a glass of water in hand, she tipped her head back and took a drink of it. Small dribbles of water trailed down her chin, along her neck and to her bare chest.. Her leather bodice was missing, and the light from the open refrigerator was shinning upon her skin. Roxy finished her glass of water, and looked over at CJ, hiding her breasts with her left arm, she smiled and simply said “I needed a drink.. I hope you don't mind..”CJ wanted to say something.. he was going to say it was ok.. but no words were formulating, only white noise was coming out of his mouth, Roxy simply smiled at him, until he realized the white noise wasn't that.. it was ringing.. Which brought him back to the present.Shaking his head from his dream and the warmth of his bed, he heard a light banging coming from somewhere, along with an old dull “beep beep beep” coming from outside of his bedroom. It wasn't a sound or an alarm his phone normally made, so CJ knew it wasn't his phone. He didn't see it near by, but he figured he'd left it in his jacket.. No modern alarm was in the room and no telephone was sitting on the dresser either. so he it wasn't coming from up here it must be from downstairs. Getting up he heard the pounding become more urgent as the steady beep continued. So, he threw on his undershirt, and walked to one of the windows of the bedroom.No luck, it didn't face the street, but he did see beams of light reflecting down the street that he could see. “What the fuck..who knows I'm here?? Could it be Roxy?” Stumbling out of his bedroom he made it down the stairs and flipped on the hall light on his way to the front door. Hesitating for half a second before he answered the door in his boxers and undershirt he almost walked back upstairs and grabbed his jeans but thought fuck it.. who ever it is will deal with his appearance at this ungodly hour. Getting closer he recognized a voice coming from outside Roxy??Quickly CJ reached the front door and threw the locks on it pulling the heavy oak door wide open..“Roxy?? I thought you were headed home? What.... what's going on? Is something wrong?”

A simple meeting over coffee. (closed)

Instinct (Caehlim and BlackSwan317)

Donna moved silently down the darkened city streets, her gaze flickering to the shattered windows that lined the road. Abandoned buildings made a perfect ambush position and she had discovered lots of creatures that would leap out if you got too close to the wrong building. So despite its lack of cover, she kept to the center of the street, staying far away from the sidewalks on either side.It was slow going, moving with such complete caution, but this was the first time in a week she had been out on her own without anyone watching her back. She wove inbetween the parked, abandoned or crashed vehicles that were dotted along the road, trying to keep a little distance to those as well, but also glancing into the vehicle.A slow drizzle seemed to wash colour out of the world, leaving everything in the industrial district either a monochrome shade or bright patches of rust. At least Donna hoped the patches of red discolouration were rust, but bloodstains were more and more common now. The rain, though drenching and offering a slight chill to the air, was something of a relief. There had been few opportunities to wash clothes, have a shower or even find anything new to wear. The rain coarsing down onto her was at least washing the weakest outer layers of grime and sweat from her body and clothes.A sound from behind her startled her and she brought her shotgun up, braced against one shoulder. She stopped in place and slowly scanned the road in front of and behind her. The growls and sniffing sounds were probably werewolves, but they wouldn't be as close as they sounded. She reminded herself that they were a lot louder than you expected and the sound travelled in strange ways through the echoing streets. Still, she had no desire to tangle with werewolves, so she sped up as she made her way in the opposite direction.A few streets down she was nearing the rendezvous site. Her group had agreed that if they had become seperated that they would meet back at the hospital. After the sudden attack from the bug-swarm had split up their group when they were searching the supermarket she had been on her own for over half a day. She was keen to reach the hospital and just prayed that some of the other survivors in the group were still alive and had made it there.She heard a slight yipping growling noise from the ground near her, just underneath a car. With an almost instant reaction she swung the shotgun to point at the source of the noise. She gave herself a disgusted sigh when she realized that she was aiming at a puppy cowering behind the car wheel. It was a tiny little creature, its fur a deep black and still with the fluffiness of a very young dog. She lowered the gun and reached down to pick up the dog.Although the puppy seemed nervous and cautious of her, after a sniff of her hand it relaxed and allowed her to lift it up to her shoulder with her left hand. Naturally it was at that moment, the worst possible instant that the fully grown Mantis-creature leaped out of one of the building windows she had been avoiding. The ten foot tall, iridiscent insect leaped straight towards her. Wings that would never allow the creature to fly, still helped it steer a gargantuan leap directly through the air towards her.Donna ran. Not trying to retreat, she knew there was no way that she could outrun a mantis-creature. Instead she just tried to get out from beneath it's trajectory and behind the cover of a utility vehicle's back tray. With one hand occupied holding the puppy, she used the side of the vehicle's tray to brace her shotgun and aimed at the creature's wing. Buckshot ripped through the thin wing-material and sent sprays of blue-green blood across the road. It distracted the creature long enough for her to get a neater shot lined up on its relatively tiny head.With a cry of victory she fired, the shot blasting through the mantis-creature's head. Her victory yell died in her throat though when she heard the shuffling of another creature's wings. This one was much more cautious as it crawled its way out of the same window, it's massive insectoid eyes tilting to examine her as it moved closer on its six spindly legs.Both barrells of her shotgun had been fired now, and even if she'd had time to reload, she was out of ammunition. Donna started backing away still gripping the empty shotgun in her right hand. If nothing else it would make an improvised club. She held the puppy close to her chest, leaning away to protectively shield it with her body and held the shotgun ready to smash the mantis' exoskeleton if it got close enough to give her the opportunity. Quite suddenly, the little dog in her arms let out a surprisingly loud bark. The bark turned to a snarl, then a series of warning barks and growls. The bug, of course, seemed not to notice, at least, not until the pups call was answered in form of a deafeningly loud, much deeper snarled grown, from directly behind Donna.Another growl emerged from between two cars to her left, in form of a massive black lycanthrope, with silver tinged into it's fur. Immediately, the mantis creatures attention turned to the werewolf, slashing one of it's spindly arms out at it. The wolf of course dodged out of the way, and too the moment to move in and take a bite from the creatures torso before backing away again. The mantis shrieked, and advanced again, only to be tackled by yet another wolf, this one far more bipedal in stance, and far less wolflike, but still very much of the same pack none the less.Two more joined the fight before finally the creature was felled. One was little more than a regular wolf, but slightly larger, the other seemed as though it could stand upright if it wanted to, but would have still preferred to run on all fours. The most sapien of them all, the first one to attack, with the silver to it's fur, almost looked as though it's front paws had opposable thumbs, and were nearly more hands than paws at all, but he was the only one, at least, until the one that was still standing behind her caught Donna's attention.A good foot taller than any of the others would be on their hind feet, this was clearly the alpha of the group. His entire body was more silver than black, and scattered with patches of hair where numerous battle scars could be seen beneath. He seemed nearly human in his build, despite his mass, but his build was the only way. His long snout was still curled into a savage snarl as he stared down at her, and though his front paws were most certainly shaped like human hands, they sported long nails at the end of each finger.Through his growls, it almost sounded as though he were using one human word, one single human word. For a moment, it almost sounded as though he were growling the word "child" over and over. And just like that, the resemblance between the pup in her arms, and the towering god of a wolf in front of her, was made abundantly clear. The little fluffball, began yapping back in defiance at the alpha male before him.A chorus of yowls and yips and barks and growls came up from around her as the five wolves of the pack began circling Donna, sniffing at her, growling at her and one another. One, the most doglike of them, lunged at her and grabbed her by the leg, but he did not break skin, simply pulled her to the ground. Another clutched her shotgun as she fell to pull it away from her.Finally, after an agonizingly long time spend trapped within the circle of these beasts, the alpha of the group bent down, and scooped up the pup, literally prying it from her arms. He growled a command to the one with the silver in his fir, and then sprang off into the night. The one to whom he spoke, wrapped his hand like paws around her shoulders, and drug her to her feet gruffly before giving her a shove forward, in the same direction which the alpha had disappeared. A warning grown came up from two of the more wolflike ones as they came to walk one on either side of her. Donna doubted she could take the mantis on her own with nothing more than her improvised club, but with no other options at hand it was worth a try. She tried to still her breath and relax enough to swing freely when the mantis closed in. If she could strike at its head or the delicate membrane of its wings, she might scare it enough to force it away.Her fragile hope shattered though when she heard the growls nearby and recognized the sound of werewolves. Without a gun she had little chance of defeating even a single monster and from the sounds it was a whole pack that was gathering around her.As the silver and black beast charged the mantis she spun on the spot and ran. With the monsters distracting each other, she might have a chance to get away. It wasn't a good chance, werewolves were exceptional trackers and with the least interest could follow her scent and easily chase her down. Under the circumstances though, staying in place would be suicide.Donna made it a few steps and almost ran into the largest of the beasts. Despite its size it had silently moved behind her while she'd prepared to fight the mantis. She skidded to a halt and tried to reverse direction, but saw the others already circling around her. The mantis was nothing more than a mess sprawled across the street and splattering the fur of some of the werewolf pack.She let out a single sharp cry of fear and frustration as she realized there was no way out from the encircling pack. She clenched the fist of her free arm around the improvised club of a shotgun, it would be useless but when they attacked she'd go down fighting. When it came though, the attack caught her by surprise. A particularly lupine creature sprang forwards out of the pack and brought her to the ground. The impact rattled her, but there was surprisingly little pain. Its jaws hadn't hamstrung her, as she'd feared, but only gripped hard enough to catch her tight jeans and drag her off balance.The next attack only disarmed her and aside from bouncing her arm against the asphalt beneath her caused no harm either. She didn't understand why she hadn't been ripped to pieces as she lay on the ground with the breath knocked from her lungs. Then the largest, probably the pack alpha, reached down with almost human hands and ripped the pup out of her arms.No she realized, took his child back from her. It was obvious as she saw the two of them together and realized what the guttural chant had meant. That was why they hadn't attacked as ferociously as she'd expected, out of fear of harming their own child. She closed her eyes briefly, now that they had their child back there'd be nothing to stop them from killing her.But despite her attempt to accept it, the killing blow never fell. Instead she was forced to her feet and shoved forwards. She took a staggering step forwards and three of the pack kept pace with her. The large warrior who had taken down the mantis stood behind her, driving her forwards, while the two lupines kept guard upon either flank.They had spared her, something she had never thought would happen. If they had simply planned to kill her out of hunger or territorial instinct, they would have ripped her apart on the spot. Instead they were dragging her down the street. Werewolves were known to be primal creatures, and she hadn't expected any intelligence from them and definitely not mercy.She considered breaking free from their ranks and running away, but a single glance at the massive growling creature beside her convinced her that she would never make it. Wary and confused she walked in the direction they drove her, unsure what to expect. The hike went on for a while, though it was obvious by the anxious pacing of the wolves that they would have liked to have been travelling much faster. When at last they came to a stop, the sky was all but dark, but the path they'd followed had lead them into a small patch of a woods in the cities park some ten minutes before, and from here, within the dark bows of the trees, it was pitch black.The pack had no trouble continuing to guide her though, snarling any time she slowed, until at last their path let out into a large, open clearing. The alpha from before sat in the center, his pup beside him, gnawing on what appeared to be the carcass of a deer. A few other wolves were scattered about, including two other pups, slightly larger than the one she'd rescued.And... oddly enough, one other human female.The alpha stood when they entered, and approached them. He gave a growled command, and his own pup, as well as the other two, ran to hide behind the young woman, who looked Donna over sympathetically before scooping up the youngest pup and leading the other two into the treeline. As the massive creature approached, he lowered his head to look her in the eye, scenting the air around her lightly, watching to see if she would back down. Donna had expected to die back on the street, and although she thought of herself as a fighter, in the moments where she stood surrounded by the werewolves she had accepted it. Running through the city into the overgrown ruins of a park, her thoughts had kept circling back to the fact that she was still alive. She hadn't understood it and had been too confused to interpret what was going on. That changed though when she saw the other woman.Seeing another human had surprised her for a moment, but realization dawned almost instantly. The expressions and body language of the werewolves was more animalistic than human and she could understand little of it. Yet she could read the expression on the other woman's face and could interpret the exact meaning of her sad smile. A shudder went through her body as she realized what was in store for her at the hands or claws of her captors.Donna had not contemplated sex for some time. Since the event had brought the end of human society, her time and effort had been focused upon survival. There had been other men within her group, but although some of the survivors had paired up, she had never found the time to spare for such things. Even before the world had gone to hell, she hadn't been with a man since her marriage ended and her ex-husband moved halfway across the country.After years of effort to fit in, she had been one of the boys amongst the other police officers and within the group of survivors she had found herself fitting into the same pattern. She had been respected for her fighting and survival skills, but the men had kept their distance from her. For the first time in a long while, she felt herself conscious of her own body and gender. She was acutely aware that she was surrounded by a pack of very distinctly male werewolves.She had also chosen a long time ago, that her career was more important than having children. That decision had eventually ended her marriage but she had stuck with it. After her career ended in the ashes of the old world, she had found a new calling and children had seemed as impossible as ever. Now it seemed the pack had selected her as a mate and regardless of her wishes would make her into their breeding stock. She had seen the other woman leading the pups of the tribe and only one conclusion made any sense.Many times she had faced death and that fear was a familiar burden, something she had grown almost comfortable with over exposure. Now a new fear struck her as she realized death was not the fate that she would face. This new fear struck her deeper to the core than she had expected and she found her legs and hands trembling. When the alpha male looked away from its meal towards her, she flinched away from its gaze.As it approached her, it moved in a slow walk that was nowhere near as fast as the werewolves' normal run. It was only that which prevented her from running, she thought even the slightest sudden movement from it would shatter her brittle self-control. None the less, she took a shaking step backwards at its approach unable to stand before the new horror that it presented. Within moments she had gone from fearless warrior to a scared woman trembling with terror and it pissed her off, but she couldn't control the unfamiliar terror.Studying martial arts since childhood and working as a policewoman, she been too self-confident and certain to be afraid of any man forcing himself upon her. This literal monster was another matter though, its strength and size was so far beyond human limits that she didn't think she could oppose it at all. It also added another physical element to the terror she felt at facing rape from this creature, that its size and strength would add to the pain and physical violation that she would suffer.Worst of all it wasn't human. Its muzzle was still splattered with deer's blood and its eyes, gleaming in the darkness, focused on her with the predatory intensity of an animal stalking its prey. She glanced down at the claws on its almost human hands and knew that they were easily sharp enough to rip through the kevlar vest she wore and pull out her heart in the same motion. Unable to stop herself there, her eyes flicked down to its naked crotch to see the size of its member dangling amidst its silver fur. She couldn't help but imagine what that could do to her body and feared it more than the razor sharp claws.She knew she was no match for the creature, but she was not going to just give in, no matter how pointless her defiance. As she backed up, she reached for a large stick which lay upon the ground and held it like a baton. "Get away from me monster!" She shouted, her voice shaking with terror but still defiant and holding an angry growl. The alpha wolf tipped his head and listened to her demand, then let out a howl that so very nearly sounded like laughter. It was echoed by the rest of the pack. He barked out an order to the silver tufted wold behind her, likely his second in command, and the creature grasped her by the biceps, and lifted her a few inches off the ground. Not much, but enough that she couldn't touch to get traction.Once she was restrained, the leader sneered at her and closed the small gap between them. His paw like hand closed around her chin, tipping her head up to look in his eyes. His head dipped, and his breath blew against her neck as he sniffed intently at her neck.The creatures hand moved lower, and the other joined it. Claws hooked beneath her clothing, and tore it open in a motion that looked effortless, but clearly took a great deal of force, as it jostled her sturdy, warriors body around with it's momentum. With her upper half exposed, his hands moved to her tight jeans, and did the same to the top of them before pulling them away, ignoring any kicking she may have been doing in protest.Only after he'd striped her down did the wolf resume his inspection of her. The rough pads of his fingered paws probed and prodded her body, starting with her belly, then working their way up to her breasts. There was nothing soft, nothing sexual in their investigation. He may as well have been a farmer inspecting a horse he was about to buy. After he'd finished with his fingers, his muzzle drew close to her skin once more.Starting where he'd left off, at her neck, the alpha let out a low growl, warning her to be still. Just to be certain, his paws latched onto her thighs, preventing her from kicking at him much. His breath blew against her skin as he worked his way down, snuffling at her breasts, then her ribs, her belly, and finally, down to the space between her legs. Here, he hesitated, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Forcing her legs apart with her his powerful hands, he licked one broad stroke across her exposed pussy.This woman was not in heat, but she would be soon enough. For now, he would allow one of his underlings to have it's way with her. It would make the process of taking the more suitable breeders easier on her, and less likely to kill her. Turning to strut away from her, he growled out an order. As he disappeared, the smallest of the wolves she'd seen earlier, one that was very much little more than an over sized, oddly proportioned wolf, came into view. That one that held her captive, tossed her to the ground, and several others gathered around to form a tight circle around Donna and the smallest male. Donna let out a whimper of frustration, as much as she wanted to stay strong in front of these creatures being disarmed and restrained with no more effort than an unruly child was humiliating and terrifying. The silver tufted wolf's claws easily wrapped around her biceps, which even a large man's hands could not do. The grip was like a vice with no weakness against which she could struggle. Even her most defiant twisting didn't throw the werewolf off its balance. When she tried to raise the stick she held, it merely shook its wrist sending a whiplash through her arm. The stick fell from her grip and clattered against the ground.When the alpha stared into her eyes, she tried to project defiance and stubborn will but flinched from its cold eyes. Tears formed in their corners as fear wracked her body, when his jaws descended towards her neck she tried to pull away but could do little more than thrash in the air. Another sobbing sound emerged from deep within her throat.First her weapon was taken from her, then more devastatingly her armour was ripped away. She felt the unbelievable strength of the Alpha as reinforced kevlar fibers ripped against one another and tore. Compared to the armour above, her top offered no resistance and merely split with the force of his wrenching. For a moment she was almost grateful for the iron grip upon her arms, were it not for his strength the tearing claws would be enough to fling her around like a ragdoll.She had promised herself that she would remain brave and that she would defy them with all the strength her body possessed. Yet without even trying they were reminding her how little strength that was. When the alpha's paws felt her body, she could not force herself to struggle or lash out. She merely trembled as he touched her and examined her naked form, powerless to resist. When his paws gripped her thighs and spread them she let out a cry of terror. Her body was fully exposed and open to his, vulnerable to whatever assault he wished to make upon her.Her terror did nothing more to stop him than her struggles and his muzzle slid down between her legs. He was doing nothing more than breathing, but the force of his breath blew across the lips of her pussy warm in the cold night air. Then his tongue, rasping and wet drew across its folds. It was only a tongue, its outer surface yielding and spongy but it held more strength than a man's hand. As its length pressed across her pussy, the pressure was enough to part her lips slightly and slide it within enough to brush their inner surface. If the alpha had wanted to, she believed it could have penetrated her with merely the strength of its tongue.Yet the wet lick seemed enough for the Alpha, a taste of her and the first penetration of her body that she would endure. It added to the humiliation. Sensation and awareness of her own body had gone wild, but though it stirred her to react she felt no arousal. Yet the sensation of his saliva, drenching her pussy and sliding down her inner thighs felt just like her own body's reaction. Regardless of the reality of the situation, she knew that he had made her wet. That burned her with irrational shame.Then, after that one lick that had shaken her so badly, he turned away seemingly done with her. She did not understand as he walked away. Then with a few growls from the alpha she had been thrown to the ground in the center of the pack. Realization dawned, he was declaring open season. She had expected, assumed really, that like wolves only the alpha would mate and that she would only have to face the ravaging that he would have delivered. She looked around, so terrified that she could not manage to count the beings ranged around her although it was small enough to count on her fingers.The first stepped into the ring of werewolf flesh that surrounded and terrified her. This beast was more wolf-like, upon all fours and padding towards her. For all the Alpha's terrifying size and imposing masculinity it still had traits of humanity to its shape. The crouching four legged beast in front of her had none. Its size was greater than that of a wolf and odd hinging to its joints suggested that it could move in ways they could not.She wanted to run but could not. Told herself that she wanted to fight but was not sure if her courage hadn't broken some time amidst the handling and fondling. She crawled into a tight ball, weeping and scared. The smallest wolf approached the whimpering ball of human flesh, his great tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he let the taste of her scent flow over it with his breath. The way she was curled into a ball was problematic to him, as she was to close to the ground laying on her side like that. But, he was the youngest of the adult males of the pack, and as such, had never done this before.Eager to mate his first woman, he took his place over top of her regardless of her less than optimal position. His slick red cock had already worked several inches out of it's sheath just from the excitement of the prospect of this woman, and when he brought his hips over her and hunkered down to begin his inexperienced attempts at thrusting into her, it was able to rub against the top of her ass, but that was it. The gentle brushing against her was, however, enough stimulation to bring the smooth, thick shaft further out, until a full six inches or more bobbed beneath his belly.He tried several more times to lower himself enough to get his cock into his target, each time to no avail. Determined, he fumbled his way off her and circled around the crying woman once more. He would have to find a way to re-position her, but he didn't have the useful thumbs and fingers on his massive paws as some of the elder pack members did. Trying anyway, he stood before her, and reached over her to place one large paw on her back in an attempt to pull her forward and roll her onto her knees, but all he managed to do with his pawing was scratch her. Not much of one, but enough that it drew a thin red welt across her back.The moment he injured her, the silver peppered wolf barked out a loud growl and raised a paw to strike him, so the omega wolf whined and dropped to a submissive position for a moment. When the larger wolf lowered his hand slowly, the young wolf rose again, immediately licking the minor scrape he'd caused in a way that was nearly apologetic. He knew he didn't dare harm her, or the alpha would be displeased at him for damaging a breeder. The dominant wolves were aloud to do what they wished during the actual breeding to make a human woman comply, but he, a lowly omega, was only aloud the privileged of having this woman first to get her ready for them, and as such, was not aloud to harm her.The young wolf also knew that if he didn't mate her soon, he would loose his opportunity. The rest of the lower pack members were all waiting, quite impatiently, for their turn. As such, the youngest male turned to grovelling as a means of getting her to comply to his wishes.From the long pink welt he'd caused, he licked his way up to her neck, whining softly into her ear, almost pleadingly, as he lapped at her neck and face. From there he worked his was over her shoulders and arms, down to her chest. The way she was curled up prevented him from lapping at her breasts, though he very much would have liked to, and did try to nuzzle his way in for a moment. After all, he was not so entirely grown up that he didn't remember what it was to suckle at a breast as a pup. Being denied access to them, however, he worked his way down over her side, nuzzling and licking as her went, all the while whining pleadingly. He lapped at her legs a few times, the burrowed his snout insistently between them to lap at her sex. The taste of her was maddening to him, and his hips began thrusting into nothing as he licked and lapped at her soft feminine center, his broad, flat tongue parting her outer lips a little more with every stroke. Donna lay curled within a ball, her side pressing into the hard dirt and her bent knees tucked up to her crossed arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that the beast was coming towards her but unwilling to watch its approach. She felt his weight settle against her and soft fur pressing against her body, but the wolf's sheathed cock merely rubbed against her side and the curve of her buttocks. She almost laughed at the terrible irony of it, of all her attempts at resistance this her most pathetic and fearful had proven the most successful. She would have felt hopeful at this had she not known that the more humanoid wolves could easily wrestle her into a submission posture. She expected it to happen at any moment, yet when she opened her eyes once more the circle of werewolves were making no effort to help their younger kin subdue her.When the clumsy paw struck across her back, her breath caught in a moment of pain. It was a minor scrape but it had caught her off guard. She waited for more pain or his jaws to her throat as a way to persuade her to submit, yet it did not come. Instead a soft, gentle lick ran across her back where the blow had landed. Then his cold wet nose pressed against her body, the tongue lapping across her skin, seeking anywhere he could push his muzzle into the tight ball she had made of her body.It reminded her of a cross between an insistent puppy and a college freshman on his first date struggling with a bra-strap. It was almost sweet and if it hadn't been for the cold fear knotting her belly and the awareness of her fate she would have felt warmed by the soft gentleness of it. He was whining now with defeated desire, still licking and pleading while its hips quaked with desperate thrusts into the air.His tongue found its way between her legs, the fur of his muzzle pressing against her inner thighs and the tongue itself lapping at her sex with desperate need. The sensation made it harder to think, but remaining detached and thinking her way clear seemed the only escape from the sensations coursing through her body. All the anger and fury that she felt at the violation, did not change that she had not been touched in years and felt her body reacting to the sensations they inflicted upon it.She glanced at the other wolves. They were not merely there to prevent her escaping, she could see the pink and red of their cocks now stretching out beyond their sheaths. She knew they were waiting to take their turn with her. To make it through this night, she knew she would have to endure each of them forcing themselves upon her. Then the next night? She briefly thought, but fearfully quashed that notion, her mind unable to handle such a terror yet.The gentle but insistent lapping was sending waves of sensation through her and mixed in amongst the disgust, fear and anger was a faint pleasure. She let out a faint sound, no moan of pleasure but a grunt with the effort of not feeling and not reacting. Donna looked around the werewolves, wondering if they were human enough to take pleasure in her degradation from their packmate or if such sick thoughts were too complex for their minds. Regardless of their thoughts, it was clear that their patience was growing close to its end. They bobbed in place, looking ready to dart forwards and only just holding themselves back.Her plan of constant resistance seemed impossible to sustain with no end in sight. She could not fully imagine what the experience of one of the creatures upon her would be like, and yet after that another and another. Surely she could not struggle against each and all of them, without exceeding her limits. She wondered whether co-operation was a betrayal of herself or the only way to regain some control. Her body was entirely at their mercy, but her mind struggled and sought desperately not to collapse under the terror she felt.She even considered submitting to this omega wolf and allowing it to mount her, knowing that if she did not there would be little delay before a larger and more coordinated wolf would take the choice from her. So far this omega had been gentle and seemed less terrifyingly endowed than all the others. She immediately hated the thought of surrendering and rejected it, until she saw one of the other wolves beginning to move forwards. In a moment of sheer panic, she made the decision without thinking about it. She spread her legs slightly, no longer forcing the little wolf to shove its muzzle so vigorously and rolled onto her knees pushing her hands out before her.She could feel the omega's slobber upon her legs and sex, but to her shame she thought her own fluids had joined the mix as her body reacted to the stimulation of his tongue. Her eyes flicked to the other werewolves, hoping they did not see her as eager for their attentions. She had surrendered to the inevitable, taking the one action that could be her own choice in this. She felt ashamed of the cold reason and hot terror that had compelled her, but continually resisting when it could do her no good was equally mad. The truly galling fact was that although she could chose between those two options, neither would make a difference to her fate.Shaking, sobbing and her face a brilliant red with an embarrassment that seemed ridiculous even to her she waited on her hands and knees. Her legs open towards the omega, submitting her body to his and with no control over it praying that he would remain gentle with her. With an excited, triumphant groan, the omega wasted no time in pouncing back atop her. He was tall enough that his feet still touched the ground when he mounted her, but not with baring a significant amount of his weight down onto her back. His body was also long enough that his front legs were directly beside Donna's shoulders.At first mount, he overshot his target, and his thrusts did little more than slide his smooth, slick cock along her belly. he tried a few more times, but had mounted her with his hips to close to hers to pull back far enough to insert himself. Groaning in frustration, he rested the weight of his chest fully on her and squirmed backwards with an awkward hop of his back legs.Resuming his jabbing thrusts, the young wolf arched his back a little further. This time, he was much closer to his intended goal. A few jabs poked the head of his long cock against the join of her hip, her clit, and then finally against the slick entrance of her pussy. He gave a victorious groan as he arched his back further as thrust into her.It was just a few inches at first, but with as thick as the wolfs member was, particularly the rigid head of it, and as long as it had been since Donna had been with someone, he still had to thrust heavily to force himself into her extremely tight entrance. His back legs dance awkwardly again as he struggled to work his way forward, and he brought one front heavy paw up onto her shoulder, hooking it down over the top of it to keep her from moving forward and away from him at all.His thrusts were rapid, but shallow. He didn't want to slip out and have to re-find his target after all. None the less, gradually, he worked his way forward, each thrust pushing another half inch or so of his long penis into her. By the time his furry sheath was brushing against her tender slit, he could already feel the head of his cock meeting the resistance of the top of her underused vagina, gradually forcing her pussy to stretch to accommodate him. Donna saw immediately that her half-mad strategy had worked. The other wolves, who had seemed eager to surge forwards and take the place of their Omega, settled back as she submitted herself to him willing to grant his successful efforts more time than they had his previous failure. She wondered if it had been a smart decision but took consolation from the fact that whether it had been or not, she had made a decision and reclaimed some element of choice to this proceeding. Now that choice was made and she must endure its consequences.The suddenness of the Omega's rush to complete her mounting scared her, feeling his weight press down upon her as he eagerly writhed forwards. She tried to make it easy for him, hoping that it might keep him more gentle and passive. She kept her shaking legs spread to open herself to him. She held her rear higher, partly to make it easier for him but also so that she could hang her head near the ground. Her eyes closed as she tried to keep herself from running or folding back up into a ball again.Its earlier clumsiness was unchanged and though he seemed desperate to reach her, his aim was off and she could feel his cock sliding against her body without parting the entrance of her sex. She felt now the size of his cock, something she had not been able to discern fully before and worried. He was no larger than her ex-husband had been, merely the size of a human's member. Yet this was the smallest amongst the pack, seemingly a mere puppy to the others. She had trouble breathing when she imagined the size and girth she might encounter from the others, or that ferocious wolf-god the Alpha.She reassured herself with the thought that this was why she had made this decision, to delay that violation by choosing to endure this smaller intrusion. If she would face her first sex within years, she would rather it be with this smaller, gentler creature than one of the monsters around her. It seemed rational, but she wondered if she was truly thinking clearly or just cracking under the pressure. She was projecting all sort of human ideas upon this Omega wolf that probably were not there. Was this Stockholm's syndrome or just some natural comparison picking the least scary of the monsters which were assaulting her?These thoughts were driven from her mind by pure sensation. First the accidental brush of his cock against her clit, which surprised her with its intensity. Coming unexpectedly as it had, she let out a small groan as a faint trembling went through her which had nothing to do with the terror that was wrenching at her stomach. Then its cock found its mark. She was grateful now for the moisture upon her sex, from her own unwanted reaction and from his dedicated slobbering. It helped his shaft to slide within her more easily, though it was still a vigorous and sudden thrust. Her body slid forwards with the shifting of his weight and his member dragging within her, but with his paw holding her in place it was not enough to pull the head of his cock back outside her body again.She was glad, having felt that initial thrust into her and the sudden forcing of her pussy, she did not wish to repeat it if he slid out from her. The next few thrusts brought his hard member deeper within her, dragging some of the wetness further within but still grating raw against her and she was still tight.There was some pain as his thrusts stretched her wider, she forced her legs as far apart as she could manage and arched her back more trying to ease the strain of her body, resiting the entrance of his cock but her posture made little difference. It was not so painful as the first time a man had fucked her, but she was still tight and dry. The fear and outrage made it hard to unclench her muscles as well, she could not relax herself enough to help him work his way inside her. So it was with pure force that his cock was driven further and further within her.The Omega seemed to have no cruel intent towards her, and did not try to inflict pain but he also seemed to have little consideration of her beyond his own immediate needs. His thrusting continued despite her moaning sobs of pain as she felt herself being stretched by the length and girth of his member. Beyond her attempts to line up her body and minimize the strain, she merely lay passively beneath his weight. Surrendering her body to his desperate thrusting but not contributing beyond being shifted back and forth by the strain against each thrust and his own shifting weight pressing on her back.She could feel the sensations of his cock pressing apart her lips and stirring within her body, but without feeling the pleasure that she had felt before at those same sensations. Without the arousal to fuel it and unable to relax and surrender to those sensations it was merely an intense experience without pleasure in it. Yet it was hard not to feel anything as her body was wired to respond to the sensations and so strange fluttering sensations flooded through her body, dampened in the fear and tension that had clenched her body.Sounds emerged from her without her intending to make them, grunting when another thrust stretched her, moaning with the relief as his cock slid back releasing some of the tension. She wondered if the werewolves around thought she was enjoying this, or whether they even cared. She did not raise her head though, staring down simply at the dark ground beneath her. Sobbing. She was sobbing. Humans were such pathetic creatures. None the less, the friction caused by he lack of moisture was growing uncomfortable even for him. The omega might not have known much about this, but he did know that her dryness was not supposed to be the case.He did not, however, know what to do about. And so, he continued on, humping and thrusting wildly into her. A low groan, something slightly less than a growl, rumbled out through his chest as he continued. Each time he felt as though he might reach his peak, the grating friction of her unwilling body threatened to chafe him instead, and he was forced to slow down, rather than speed up and thrust further into her as his instincts told him to.The omega knew, from watching the larger pack members, that when their women were unwilling, they would deliberately fuck them so roughly that they would bleed, but the omega was fairly certain that he would be unable to get enough force to do so. He simply wasn't monstrously endowed as the more advanced wolves with their second level of forms were. He could shift at all yet, after all. He couldn't even make his paws have thumbs. What was he to do?He also recalled, however, that some of the women eventually grew to willingly accept the pack members they ended up claimed by and mated to, to enjoy their brutalizing even. Perhaps that was the answer. Could he make this human enjoy it? The young wolf slowed his thrusts, and listened to the girl; to the sounds she made, the different tones in them. He realized that when he pushed as far into her as he could, she groaned and tensed in obvious pain, but seemed to relax a little when he stayed shallower.Have noted that, the omega softened his thrusts, though he kept them just as rapid. The rigid head of his cock now would come back to where it was nearly at her entrance,and only thrust into her a few inches each stroke. He had no idea that human females had a sensitive nerve cluster in that general area in their bodies, or that the head of his cock would be all but directly massaging it this way. All he knew was that she seemed less pained when he took the shallower strokes. He also remembered that she had done as he wanted when he licked her. Maybe she liked to be licked? From how he was positioned, he had to arch his back horribly to even reach her neck, but he managed to none the less. And so, still thrusting with the short, shallow movements that would unwittingly massage and caress her g-spot, the omega dipped his head, and began to gently lap at her neck and ear once again. Donna trembled as the wolf mounting her began to growl with sounds of displeasure. His vigorous straining within her was already paining her, she shook with the thought of what he might do if he became unhappy with her and unleashed his frustration in a more violent abuse.To her surprise though, the Omega eased back and began to vigorously rub the head of his cock just inside her. She could feel its wider tip brushing the very inside of her pussy, just like her ex-husband had long ago done with his fingers to drive her wild. Though it still strained her tight entrance, he was no longer thrusting deep into her body and the pain was fading. The sensation became more intense though as she could feel the wide head of the Omega's cock caressing her most sensitive area.She had grown quiet when the strain had eased but another moan slipped out of her now and it was not caused by the pain. The Omega, now calmer seemed to be trying to be a more caring lover. He even became lapping at her neck with caresses of his tongue. They seemed almost like soft kisses. She relaxed her arms and pulled her head down to the ground out of his reach, crying harder now."No. No..." she repeated, not directed at the Omega within her but with disgust at her own body as pleasurable tingles were running through her. The work of his cock against her G-spot, now wet and frothing from his small thrusts had overwhelmed the psychological resistance against the pleasure. She did not want to be moaning with pleasure as this monster raped her, but he was forcing pleasure out of her body with new attentiveness. Instead of the moans, she let lose what she was feeling in statements of denial, "No. Stop, don't." she sobbed at the Omega. Refusing to allow him to kiss at her neck with his tongue, because it was too confusing to receive such gentle kindness from the beast.She had previously moved with the motions of the Omega, trying to flinch away as he thrust forward and moving back only when he did, diminishing the sensations. Though she did not try to move his cock deeper within him, as she relaxed and stretched out she stopped flinching so much and her relaxing pussy allowed his thrusts to carry him inside her deeper and more easily.She felt ashamed at the pleasure within her, even though she knew it was a natural reaction she refused to admit that she was getting any form of enjoyment from this violation that she had never wanted or asked for. Yet the cold air was no longer bothering her as her skin grew warmer and she felt the tingles of his stimulation radiating out from her center all across her body. Oh yes... yes that was how this was supposed to feel. The young wolf was certain of it. Not only was her body now juicy and inviting, but despite her sobbing and crying, her tight sex was actually allowing him further in with very little effort on his part.And it felt amazing.So good, in fact, that the inexperienced wolf felt his finale rapidly approaching.The omega stopped trying to lick at her neck. She was rejecting him anyway, and she was wet enough now that she'd let him all the way in, so what did the wolf care if she felt any pleasure from it after that? Groaning in sheer pleasure, the young wolf picked the pace of his thrusts back up, and did his awkward dance to work his hips in even closer, until the full length of his cock worked into her at a pace that was sure to be painful for her. Still groaning and moaning, the creature felt his thick knot slip from the sheath, and instinctively began thrusting harder still in an attempt to force it into the impossibly tight pussy of the human woman before.It took several thrusts, but slowly, gradually, the smallest of the pack managed to knot his first female. As the bulb, which was easily three times as thick as his shaft, lodged itself solidly into her, forcing his tip to stretch her further and locking it firmly against her cervix, the youngest wolf began to cum. He groaned and trembled, his body emptying spurt after spurt of his seed directly into her unwilling womb. Sure, she wasn't in heat, so nothing would come of it, but the young wolf didn't care. He let his head fall down onto her back as his body relaxed.The rest of the pack roared and howled their approval, applauding their young pack mate on his first conquest through growled grunts and barks. Thought they all looked quite anxious, none moved forward yet. The two would be locked together for at least another fifteen minutes, and no matter how eager they were, they all knew better than to risk damaging the woman's delicate sex by forcing even their smallest brother out of her before his knot relaxed. And as such, they all simply waited, and watched. The wolf's attention to her pleasures only seemed to last a very short time before he resumed thrusting into her with full force. However it was no longer possible to ignore the orgasm that was rising within her and now that it had started it continued to build with the Omega's savage pounding. Her arms were growing tired and sore. She felt certain that her hips and buttocks would be getting bruised from the weight of even the smallest werewolf slamming against her with each pelvic thrust.The pain was reducing now, her pussy stretching and becoming lubricated but it was still there as he forced himself in deeper and faster. Both the pleasure and pain were overwhelming and she thought of nothing else. She wasn't sure what he had done but his last thrust made her scream with sheer agony. It felt as though his cock had grown in both width and length to an immense degree. Her opening strained for a moment, pressed out and then contracting back around feeling fur against the lips of her sex, which she had not felt before even in his deepest thrusts. She could feel the fur of his pelvis pressed up hard against her buttocks now and he did not slide out again. With him all the way in, the tip and head of his cock pressed even further, deeper than she had ever felt during sex ever before.She could feel the cock inside her pulsing slightly and then his warm fluid flooded into her again and again. Some small amounts trickled back down the inside of her pussy, but his cock seemed to plug her completely. With the hot spurting of his seed into her, he seemed to relax. His cock remained hard and still more impossibly wide than it had been before, but the rest of his body slumped slightly with the weight pressing down upon her.Feeling her ordeal over she relaxed her arms and legs to slump forwards off the impalement of his cock but all she felt was pain surging through her sex as it started to support the weight of her body. She supported herself again quickly with trembling arms and legs not understanding at first what had happened. Then she remembered hearing something about dogs and wolves locking together when they mated. She tried to move but could not withdraw his cock from her and it hurt to even try.His pleasure may have been spent, but she could still feel the waves of her unwanted orgasm rolling through her body. The wide knot at the shaft of his penis had expanded within her and pressed against the sensitive spot the head of his cock had been stroking before. The constant pressure and its slight movement whenever she or the wolf shifted was still sending a rush of sensation through her body. His cock still sat firmly lodged in place, pressing into the sides of her pussy and holding the sticky liquid that had not breached the cervix within the sealed confines of her body. She could feel it slosh and trickle around his cock when it moved and its stickiness was spread throughout her.The other wolves howled as his rape of her was completed, from this close the howls were earsplitting and terrifying. She flinched at the sound, stretching her captured pussy again. His weight leaned more fully against her, his head pressing against her back. She wanted to fold her aching arms up and collapse to the ground but could not, the Omega still stood on its front and rear paws and while it stood she was forced to match and support it.She didn't know much about dogs or wolves and wasn't sure how long they were meant to remain locked together but his cock didn't seem to be shrinking so far as she could feel. "Please let me go." She begged him, her voice shaking and quavering with terror, fatigue and the faint sexual reactions still buzzing through her body. She didn't understand that he had no control over the knotting either, but it didn't stop her pleading,"Please, you've had your fun, take it out of me." Of course, the omega had no idea what she was saying. All he knew was that she was whining, whining, and moving, which was uncomfortable for him. He gave a low growl as a warning, but it only seemed to make her squirm more.So, not knowing what else to do, the smallest wolf chose to simply... lay down. Lowering his front first, he slowly put all of his weight onto her, until she had no choice but to buckle and lay beneath him. He was careful not to crush her of course, but he did make sure she couldn't move. Once he was confident that his mate was subdued, he shifted his hips a few times, stirring his still quite hard cock about in her as he did. Finally, he found a position that was comfortable for him, not realizing that this also meant it was more comfortable for her as well, and grew still to wait out the remaining moments of their bonding.After some fifteen or twenty minutes longer, the bulb at the base of his cock finally softened and shrank enough that his penis slipped free of her, a great deal of his cum washing back out of her body as it did. The omega hopped up quite suddenly, and sniffed along her body to the spot between her legs where his seed now trickled back out of her. He turned his head to the sky and gave a triumphant howl before trotting off into the line up around her, all of whom had echoed his cry of victory.Within minutes, another wolf darted forward, and was immediately challenged by a slightly larger one. The first, which appeared slightly more bipedal, despite walking out on all fours, still had paws for hands, but immediately stood up on his hind legs when challenged. The other great, black beast had come forward awkwardly going back and forth between four legs, and two. This one at least had more hand like paws, with some sort of short, stubby, clawed fingers. The way he moved was not far off from the way a gorilla might move, despite his clearly lupine nature.The first, smaller, Psi wolf, immediately squared off, and stood over top of Donna. This did little to stop the slightly more advance Phi wolf. With his almost hands, he smacked smaller creature back, and reached down to drag her to her feet. He did so roughly, and lifted her full off the ground to pull her back against his chest. One paw-like hand released her bicep, and wrapped around to hold her by the waist. The other soon dropped to part her legs, allowing his rapidly stiffening member to rest between her thighs.Before he had the opportunity to lower her down onto his waiting cock, however, the Psi was on them. He collided with the two with enough force to knock the distracted Phi solidly back onto his back. In a flash of fur and snarls, the smaller Psi had his superior pinned, Donna trapped between dangerously with her back to the larger, and her exposed breasts mashed into the furry chest of smaller lupine. Just as quickly, several other back members were around them, growling out warnings of what would happen should the girl be hurt in their squabble.Both wolves seemed to still, though they clearly did not calm. The smaller of the two wolves saw his opportunity to claim the second mating of the woman for his own, and without any warning or regard for her comfort, thrust forward. With her body trapped between them, his already erect cock found it's target with ease, and slipped into her pussy, which was still quite well lubricated with the Omega's seed. The head of his cock wasn't as big around as the omega's bulbous knot had been, but it was certainly thicker than the rest of his smallest brothers equipment had been, and easily three inches longer, but he crudely forced it in as far as her body would take none the less. The Omega shifted his weight and sank to the ground, forcing her down to the ground along with him. His last few adjustments to how he lay stirred his cock about within her and stoked the dwindling fires of her orgasm for a last few moments. As she lay there though, trapped beneath a heavy mass of warm and soft fur, she began to regain control of her breathing. When she had finally slowed her breathing to a normal speed, the last quivering sensations through her body faded. It left an afterglow of sensitivity which mingled with the shame and disgust she felt at losing control over her reactions. She still felt strained, her pussy stretched out fully by the cock locked deeply within her and aching from the force with which he'd pounded his way into her.Laying upon the ground with dirt, sticks and small rocks digging into her she could feel the Omega's fur shielding her from the cool air like a blanket. She knew that it wasn't just the cold that his body shielded her from, but also the attention of the other wolves. They were still gathered around her in a large circle, waiting for the Omega to be done with her so that they could take their own turns. She was reluctantly grateful for the wolf's presence within and atop her and lay quietly beneath him.It took a long time for the wolf's thick member to gradually soften, allowing her to lie there and just quietly breathe. Tears still stung the corner of her eyes and trickled down her face, but she felt no more sobs or cries within her. In this time of relative peace, she would have liked to forget what had happened and what was going to happen to her. It seemed impossible though while his cock still pressed deeply within her, a steady reminder of her new fate and role within the pack.She wondered where the other woman had gone. She could not blame her for leaving and not witnessing the pack forcing themselves upon her. Donna couldn't begin to guess how many such sessions the woman had endured with the pack and doubted that she could watch another going through it without painful memories. The other woman it seemed had endured more still than just the sex, unless she was wrong in her guesses they had bred with her and impregnated her with their pups. There had been so many following her that Donna wondered whether they had all been hers. Were there other women here? Or did she give birth to the pups in big litters like dogs sometimes could.Her train of thought was broken by a sudden easing of the tremendous pressure of the Omega's cock. It slid out and the feeling of relief was intense. What seemed almost a flood of his seed came out as the head of his cock slid away from her. It was still warm, having been held within her body and she could easily feel it spreading down her legs and over her sex.A howl from the entire pack sent a jolt through her body. It was partly just an atavistic horror at the dangerous predators such a howl represented, but it had acquired a new dread from her as she realized that each voice raised in that howl was a monster there ready and waiting to rape her. She had imagined escape as she had lay there beneath the Omega, but knew now that no matter how far she ran, every howl she heard in the night would echo with the memories of what happened here and now.Seeing the Omega happily rejoin the circle crushed her spirit a little more, though she didn't understand why at first. Then she realized, despite all her attempts to avoid it she had come to see the Omega differently. In the moments when he had worked to bring her pleasure or when his body had shielded her, she had almost imagined him somehow being on her side. Yet as he rejoined the pack it was clear where his loyalties lay. He was just as eager as the rest to see the pack force her down into submission and breed their pups from her.Donna wondered which of the crowd would be next, the creatures were each so different that it was hard to determine where they stood in the hierarchy of the pack. For her own part she simply remained where she had sprawled upon the ground, despair gnawing at her she could not see the point in moving.It seemed that she was not the only one uncertain of the pack's hierarchy though as a dominance contest broke out over her. Both monsters drawing towards her scared her with their inhumanity, they did not have the same human shape of the alpha or even the canine puppy appearance of the Omega. They were more twisted in form sharing traits of both blending into a frightening unfamiliarity. She could see no preference between the two and could not handle a heart-wrenching decision like she had managed with her deliberate submission to the Omega. Instead she watched, the cold dread set in place that it merely made her feel numb and stunned.Yet the contest became impossible to watch from the sidelines when they grasped her and began physically wrestling over her. The sensation of movement literally shook her from the numb state of shock she was entering and she kicked and struggled. She could not kid herself though that her struggles were involved in that contest as she could feel the titanic strength they commanded as they fought over her. One had been about to mount her, in the midst of the conflict holding her suspended from the ground.The idea seemed even more horrific to her than anything she had endured from the Omega. Would they continue to fight as they mated with her? She imagined being violently ripped from one only to have the other take her. Something like that would be nothing like the orderly sequential rape she had imagined enduring at the hands of the pack. How was it that this experience could be growing more horrific? Each time she thought she had reached the limit of her fears, another dread seemed to step out of her nightmares ready to scare her in ways she hadn't been able to imagine.Yet the wolf holding her suspended did not manage to mate with her mid-battle as he was struck down and she was brought down to the ground along with him in a tangle of limbs. The other wolves were gathered around and growling deeply. It seemed to her almost as though the semblance of order to the gathering was breaking down into a more natural seeming savagery. Then the smaller wolf lunged forwards and she thought it was moving to strike at the other werewolf. She discovered its real target though as its cock thrust into her, seeming to care little for the fact that she was sprawled atop its packmate and rival.Her pussy had been stretched far by the forceful pounding the Omega had delivered, and held wide open by his knot in the aftermath. It gave way to the cock more easily, yet the sudden rush of such a large member into her still pulled a scream of pain from her. She raised her hands, pressing them against the chest of the wolf, trying to hold him back from entering her but she could as easily have held an accelerating truck back as the eager werewolf.

Instinct (Caehlim and BlackSwan317)

Him and her

This thread is closed for EklectikChik. ThanksVyrdrn arrived at the outskirts of the little village to see a roaring bonfire with people drinking and dancing around it. The celebration seemed exuberant and he shrugged a little showing his disinterest in their lives or activities. Whispering a series of spells, Vyrdrn turned himself invisible, gave himself armor, and made him immune to normal fire and wandered closer to his chosen victim and settled in the bonfire safe from discovery.He sat watching HER and the human that her family proposed to marry her to. The party seemed to center around them, and Vyrdrn could only surmise that meant she accepted the proposal. The young human was beaming with pride, and not a little lust as he looked over at his intended bride. She in return looked full of trepidation, unsure if she were making the right choice.A wry smile, one that made most people shiver in fear, lit his face. Before long he would take all choices away from her, and her soon to be dead betrothed. He watched the party for nearly an hour, people were stumbling about with the excess of drink they consumed. HER and her cousins were heatedly discussing something and that is when he decided to act.Firing off one spell twice quickly nearly the entire town fell to the ground gently snoring as he stepped from the fire. Now visible, Vyrdrn turned and faced the small gaggle of women and looked up at them. Standing 5'0" he knew that he was far from an imposing figure, but red eyes go a long way to fixing that."Kneel" he commanded, and not surprisingly, SHE fell to her knees instantly. An arcane phrase rumbled from his throat and a crack of lightning shot from his outstretched hands, frying the cousins standing behind HER.A strong hand clamped on Vyrdrn's shoulder and spun the much lighter Drow around. He looked up at the physically imposing man that would have been HER's husband. "I am going to kill you for this!" The human roared."No, you will die trying," Vyrdrn said flatly. Taking a half step back, an arcane phrase later and a gout of flame engulfed the much larger human, injuring him grievously. A small group of men were charging him and Vyrdrn pointed a small bead of fire raced from his finger, expanding amongst the men, blowing them to smithereens in a fireball much more potent than the average.Turning back toward his victim, he saw her trying to crawl away. He stepped over to her and said, "Stop. Come with me willingly and I will spare the rest, try to flee I will kill them before I hunt you down and take you anyway." His voice was dichotomous to the actions he had portrayed. It was whimsical, musical, and somehow profanely erotic. Aylyn was in shock. Just moments ago she was feeling overwhelmed by her chattering cousins and the choice she needed to make. Her life was being decided and she knew in her heart that even though everyone told her she had a choice, there was none. She was to be married and taken away to live a life with a man she didn't even know.Nervously she'd been regarding him throughout the party, her big green eyes prettily fringed with long dark lashes. He was handsome enough, a full head taller than her and strong, almost imposing. While everyone danced and made merry, Aylyn felt herself resisting the urge to run far far away, but now complete chaos had taken over.The stranger than entered the party held her captive in an instant and she felt her knees give out as she hit the ground and gazed up at him in stunned silence. The crack of lightening didn't even make her flinch as she watched in horror as he took charge of everyone around her and struck down her betrothed. Panic set in then and she turned on her knees, trying to get away and find refuge, only to be stopped by the monster who was showing little to no mercy for her family as they tried to rally against him.A soft mewling sound caught in her throat as she gazed up at him with fear and panic. Her pulse skittered through her veins as she felt his voice wrap around her, tugging at something within her. Her eyes scanned the sites around her, the carnage and scent of burning flesh. With a trembling hand, she reached up to him, her fingers pale and delicate as she waited for him to clasp it. Vyrdrn's hand wrapped around her wrist and he yanked her toward him. The sudden change of her balance caused the beautiful woman to fall foward her shoulders ramming into his shins.His voice came in a sing song as he said, "Until you earn a name, I will call you 'rothe' which means nothing more than 'slave.'"His snow and ice colored hair rustled as Vyrdrn began chanting a spell, his voice turning guttural. A moment later he stood, and rothe was prostrate before a door standing with no building around it.Releasing her hand, Vyrdrn looked down and said, "This is my home, and perhaps you can make it a home as well. If not, then it will be your very own hell."Squatting down next to her, Vyrdrn pulled the back of her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "There are some basic rules. First, whenever I enter a room where you are, or you enter a room where I am, you must immediately go to your knees."His eyes roamed over her body and he continued, "Second, you are to wear nothing except that which I give you."Standing up, Vyrdrn commanded, "Strip, then we shall continue." Aylyn trembled on her knees, her already pale almost void of color now as she stared up at Vyrdrn. The basic rules she could live with, though he frightened her still and his power was none to be trifled with.It was his next words that made her gape up at him. Strip? Instantly her cheeks flamed with color, right up to the roots of her dark silky hair. Yet he stood and waited for her to do as she was told. Fear gripped her and embarrassment. She'd never been naked before a man before...had been saved for marriage and had only had other females tend to her when needed.With heart in her throat, she slowly stood and realized quickly that she was a good 7 inches above his height. It was a small oddity that made her pause, before she ducked her gaze to the ground and with trembling fingers began to unlace the ties at the side of her dark green gown.Tears filled her eyes as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to focus through her blurred vision as her fingers fumbled with the laces. With one side down, she clumsily tackled the other until the bodice loosened and she reached for the skirts of her dress.Drawing in a ragged breath, she pulled the material up her body, closing her eyes as it rustled over her head and then dropped to the ground. She stood before him in a light shift, the material almost transparent and clinging to her full breasts. Vyrdrn watched as rothe fumbled at her clothes before finally slipping off the dress and casting it aside. Her gossamer shift clung to her breasts, her areola and nipples clearly outlined in the cloth."No," he said. "Not two minutes after being told but two rules, you are disobedient to both."Stepping forward Vyrdrn clutched each side of the shift, and violently yanked his hands apart, rending the thin cloth from neck to hem. "When I say strip, I meant everything, shift, jewelry, shoes, whatever may be on your body that I or the gods have not given you."His voice lowered, still somehow erotic as he continued, "And you are still on your feet, rothe."He waited until she dropped to her knees, then asked, "What shall your punishment be, rothe? Before you answer, if it is not strict enough, I will add to, or come up with my own." Aylyn let out a frightened yelp as the shift was torn to shreds. Her shoes came off next, with much haste before she dropped to her knees. Afraid and mortified and strangely enough...ashamed that she hadn't done what he'd asked in the manner he had asked her to do it."I-i'm sorry." She stuttered, a shimmering tears gliding down one cheeks as she blinked up at him, trying to control her urge to cry.Her mind raced. He wanted her to name off a punishment, but she'd never been dealt that sort of hand. She'd always been a sweet girl, minding manners and whatever mischief she'd gotten into had been so small that it had been ignored. Drawing blank thought after blank though as she shivered, naked and trying to cover herself with hands and arms, rothe let out a soft pitiful whine. "I cannot...I don't know!" She told him, clearly frustrated and afraid. Whether it was the solitay tear, her nakedness, or the realization that rothe might well be a virgin despite her obvious charms Vyrdrn fekt blood surge to his loins as his member began to harden at the sight of her.She was everything he was not. Tall fair skinned with dark hair and blue eyes, her body was lush and curvy. No flat angles appeared anywhere on her just smooth rolling curves and angles; much like the rolling foothills of Cormyr. Each of her movements caused the grapefruit sized mounds of flesh on her chest to sway provocatively.Her nipples hardened in the cool night air; or perhaps, due to his intense gaze. Walking up to her, Vyrdrn reached out and cupped one of her heavy full breasts and squeezed it not ungently yet firmly. Her nipple fully hardened and was slightly larger than her small toe.Releasing her tit, he grabbed her shoes and placed two sharp pebbles in each shoe. "Put these on. Make sure one pebble is under he balls of your feeet and the other under the heels. You must stand for two minutes on the pebbles." Rothe gasped loudly as Vyrdrn suddenly moved to cup one of her breasts and stiffened, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from protesting. It felt strange...not bad, but different. And where his flesh met hers, she felt warmth and tingles spread through her skin, creating a new sensation low in her belly.Too afraid to explore these new feelings, she remained still until he finally released her and instructed her to slip on her shoes with the sharp pebbles inside.Trying to keep herself covered while doing as he instructed proved to be a challenge and finally Aylyn settled for hugging her breasts as she slipped her feet back into her slipper shoes and winced as the pebbles bit into her tender feet. Despite the discomfort, she braved through the pain and kept her gaze down to the ground, afraid to look into his face. Vyrdrn stood watching rothe carefully as she fidgeted shifting her weight constantly searching for a comfortablr means of statnding without finding one. After two minutes he said, "Enough, take the shoes off and follow me, making sure you are obedient to my wishes. "Turning he headed toward the door and opened it. Past the door was an entry chamber some twenty feet in diameter. The floor was a white marble with silver flakes. The ceiling was a midnight blue making the ten foot height seem so muh farther than it really was. Around the perimeter of the chamber were a series of marble statues of naked women kneeling. Each of the women's legs were spread open while they sat on their heels. Above each of the statues was a light which shown down on them as if a star shined on them.Waving his hand at the chamber, Vyrdrn said, "These are your predecessors perhaps one day you too will earn a spot here.""Study this position well, for it will become second nature to you." Standing before her e Vyrdrn looked diwn at his prize and said, "I will answer one question for you now. Do not squander it." Aylyn's eyes widened in wonder as she entered the chamber that Vyrdrn had opened to them. The statues themselves were striking, even though their positions bold and completely new to her.She did her best not to gape and as she kneeled at his feet, she did her bet to study the position he was referring to. As she spread her knees apart and sat back on her heels, she felt completely open and vulnerable, her cheeks flushing brightly as her body became more open to his red hot gaze.With hands still cupping her generous bosom, she gazed up at him. Her pretty blue eyes large and filled with trepidation. "Why me?" Was all she could think to ask. She wanted to ask and for how long. Apparently he didn't keep the women he took away from their homes. Vyrdrn grinned at was the most obvious question. Stepping behind rothe, he pukled her arms behind her back firmly yet gently and placed her palms against the flesh of her back which thrust her breasts deliciously forward. "There, that is the position."His voice was soft as he whispered into her right ear, his lips brushing against her hair teasing both her ear and neck. "Don't move, rothe."Vyrdrn stepped around to stand in front of her and looked down at her. His eyes blazed with hunger and yearning as he slowly drank her body in. Only the slightest movement of his eyes was evident throughout the process which started at her eyes and ended at her knees."I have been watching you for a year now. I was passing your village one day when I saw you bathing in a spring. Your immediate predecessor died about five years ago and I began to miss company."Turning on his heel, Vyrdrn ordered, "Follow me."Striding through the entry chamber he did not check to see if rothe was obeying or not. The pace at which she followed would tell him her obedience. Behind he entry chamber was a grand hall with a staircase on the left and right side of the building. The floor was a mahogany and ebony patterned floor inlaid with silver gilded magical beasts.Taking the right staircase Vyrdrn went up flight after flight until he reached his bed chambers. The suite he stepped into was as opulent as it was luxurious. The round bed centered the room and was six feet in diameter. Silk sheets laid beneath fine quilts and numerous pillows. The room's rug was thick and padded as is it was the hide of a living wooly mammoth.Windows pierced the circular room at regular intervals giving a breathtaking panoramic view of the valley. Aylyn shivered as his lips brushed against her hair and then teased her ever so slightly. Her nipples were two rock hair pebbles, her breasts suddenly feeling fuller and achy as pleasure raced down her spine and spread goose bumps all over her skin.Holding her breath, as she watched him take her in, feeling both horrified that he'd watched her bathe and yet, strangely pleased that he found seemed to want her. Her betrothed had never looked at her in such a way. She'd seen lust a man's eyes before and admiration from men here and there, but had been kept pure for a true union. Still, the man she'd been promised to had never seemed taken by her, which had stung a little, though Aylyn had never admitted it.For a split second, she saw his loneliness and pain, opening her mouth to tell him she was sorry for his loss, but just as quickly, he was ordering her to follow.Scrambling to her feel, rothe followed Vyrdrn. It was hard not to stare at the luxury of him some. It was beautiful...beyond anything she'd ever seen in her short life. She wanted to stop and admire. To touch the different surfaces and enjoy the pretty images that seemed to be everywhere, but she dared not lag behind, afraid of what he might do to her.Entering his bed chamber, Aylyn quickly went to her knees and assumed the position he had shown her, tense and hoping it was as he wanted it to be. Vyrdrn looked her over before coming over to her. Adjusting her hands and arms a little,accentuating her breasts he whispered, "Good girl. That is a very good pose."He walked around her again taking his weapons and pack off tossing the casually to the side. Turnimg his eyes to her he said, "I like to begin and end my day with a bath. Come undress me and then I will show you how to draw the water properly." Aylyn gave him a slight nod and stood, approaching him until she stood in front of him. Their height difference was strange. She was used to much taller men and she herself was now the taller one. She almost wished to be on her knees again, looking up at him, but she was to do what he bade her to do.Swallowing, she tentatively reached forward and began to undo the buttons at the front of his tunic. The fabric was cool and fine under her slender fingers as she undid them from his chest, all the way down and then opened the flanks and walked around to pull the fabric off his shoulders and back.His skin in sharp contrast to her own, dark, but smooth. His flesh firm and toned, impressively built despite his size. What truly drew her attention though was his hair...long, snow and ice colored and so shiny, she itched to draw her fingers through it to see how silky it felt. Instead, she carefully avoided touching unless there was no other choice.Walking around, Aylyn moved to his front again, her eyes sliding over his first toned chest and flat belly. Her fingers reached forward, touching his warm belly before hooking into his pants and undoing the button and then laces. Nervously, she knelt before him again, before tugging at his pants and removed his shoes.Then came the moment she was worrying about. Drawing in a courageous breath, Aylyn tugged at his pants until he stepped out of them. She did her best to keep her gaze on his legs, which were strong and muscled, looking away to gather his clothes and shoes. "Where shall I put these?" She asked him softly. It took mist of Vyrdrn's self control to not take rothe by the hair and slam his semi hard cock into her outh and have her suckle him into a proper hardon. As it was the fiery toug of her finger tips as she touched him sent thrills and chills throughout his body.Pointing he replied, "It goes in the armoire over there."His eyes watched her hungrily as rothe took his garmets and hung them. As she turned and then returned bloid surged to his loins and his member thickened and hardened quivering ravenously with each of her movements.Locking his eyes with hers Vrydrn place a fingertip under her chin and whispered "Follow me."Slowly he backed his way to the bath area the distance between them not farther than the length of his hard cock which brushed against her thighs with each of their steps. Precum glistened off the tip and was spread on her with each brushing carress of his cock head. Try as she may, Aylyn couldn't keep her eyes from straying down at noticing the changes in Vyrdrn's cock. Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears as he whispered for her to follow, but with each step, she could feel him against her skin. Rubbing on her silky smooth thighs.The wetness she felt that followed, made her curious, but she couldn't bring herself to look down again. Low in her belly, she felt warmth spread and a dull ache form between her thighs, but again, she tried not to wonder, didn't want to ask.The voyage to his bath chamber seemed to take a lifetime and by the time they entered the room, she was a little breathless. This smaller room was no less beautiful to behold. The large bath was sunk into the marble floor, deep and big enough to fit two, perhaps three people in there. She'd never seen anything quite like it, with steps that led down into the rounded pool."Your home is beautiful." She whispered softly. Wih each of her timid glances down Vyrdrn felt himself grow harder and harder until he hought that it would surely split in two. "The house pales in comparison to you, rothe," he whispered back.Vrdrn leaned forward until rothe's nipples pressed against his collar bones and he brushed his lips across hers. "Tomorrow your training will begin im earnest."Running his hand across her stomach and down to her pelvis his fingers ran through the soft downy hair between her legs. For he moment ignoring het quivering moan; he whispered, "Pull the two dragon heads behind me out. The left one until it stops and the right onr half that distance." Aylyn was lost, feeling herself drowning in a see of different emotions and feelings. The way he pressed himself to her body inflamed her from the inside out and her delicate pale skin flushed deeply.She almost forgot to breath when he touched her so intimately, his fingers caressing her mound and gently probing lower. His instructions were clear enough, but she found it hard to concentrate as he explored her body.Pleasure and nerves made her tingle all over as she reached behind him and set the bath water as he wished it, his cock pressing hard and twitching against her thigh. Water quickly pooled into the tub as he continued to press her close to him, his breath hot on her neck and he inhaled her scent and made her knees quiver. "See the table over there?" He asked; his voice a low husky growl. Feeling as much as seeing he head bob affirmatively he continued "there are soaps,oils, and a straight razor. Bring them here."He watched as she all but fled his presence arousal fueling her in a way Vyrdrn would wager she never felt before.The tub filled rapidly the steaming water creeping up his legs. As rothe returned he took tge items from her and placed them along the side of the tub. Judging the level of water Vyrdrn turned the water off at a point where the level would be just below rothe's chin when she knelt in the tub. Offering her a hand he led her down the steps and into the tub; tugging her down into a kneeling position at his feet.His cock buoyed in the water just below her lips and he wondered what the feel of those pouty full lips wrapped around him would be. "First, rothe, you will cleanse me from head to foot after which I shall tend to you."He saw the trepidation in her eyes and he said, "You may begin." Aylyn soaked up words. Tend to her. He was going to touch her again and she wasn't sure how she would handle it all. But as he told her to go ahead and start the task of washing him, she moved for the soap, careful not to touch his cock as it bobbed close to her face.The warmth of the water soothed her body and her spirits a little as she reached for the decorative dragon dish that held flakes of soup. Carefully she dipped her fingers into the mix, letting the silky flakes coat her fingers and then tentatively reached up and spread her fingers over his chest.His muscles tensed and relaxed under her fingers as she slowly worked the soap into a lather on his firm skin. Making soothing circles, she worked them over his shoulders and down his arms, then slid them back up and slowly lower, over his abs. Her gaze slid down, watching his cock twitch as her fingers danced over his abs.Shyly, she removed her hands and dipped her fingers into more soap and then slowly stood, moving around his body to work on his back. Her fingers worked over him in easy gliding strokes, ending just below his firm bottom. “If you step up, I can do your legs...or, down and I will wash your hair...” She murmured softly, wondering which he would choose. Vyrdrn stepped up two steps and turned toward rothe. He knew this position would be troublesome for her. Once she knelt his turgid member would be in line with her mouth. That thought sent a shiver through him.On some level he knew that her oral ministrations would be even more delucate and timid than her fingers. A crooked grin creased his face as rothe figuried out the physics of what was about to happen. His voice was burning and smooth like a lava flow as he said, "Come finish." Aylyn swallowed hard as she watched him step up and turn. She'd been hoping to wash his hair, but luck wasn't on her side. His voice made her womb clench...so dark and heated that it washed over her and left her breathless.Slowly she knelt down before him, shying away from his cock as she dipped her fingers into more soap and began working on his strong legs, up to his knees and then his thighs. Her hands moved up and road, getting back and front, brushing up against his bottom and making herself blush.In the end, she was left with his rod, which remained hard and almost pulsing right before her. Clearing her throat, she glanced up at him questioningly as her fingers crept up to his groin. Leaning slightly back, she shifted her gaze away from his fiery one and gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft, slicking suds over him from base to tip. A low groan started at the depths Vyrdrn's soul as rothe wrapped her fingers around his cock and began cleansing him. Her touch was everything he had spent months imagining ane so much more.Allowing her only the one stroke, or maybe allowing himself the one stroke, he reached down ane luft rothe from the water. He carried her over to the side of the tub next to the utensils she har brought over; Vyrdrn began massaging her calves while rothe washed his hair. Her breasts surged and retreated from his face with her movement. Opening his mouth Vyrdrn sucked in one of her magnificent nipples holding it in place with his teeth as his tongue flicked across the top of the nub. Aylyn gasped and then moaned softly as he massaged her calves. His hair felt just as she imagined...like silk as she massaged his scalp and worked the suds to the tips of his hair.Her actions were stalled when he captured a nipple and sucked on it, flicking the tip and making her shudder, drawing out a soft mewl. Her fingers fell to his shoulders and squeezed, clinging as she experienced her first real intimate touch."Oh!" She breathed, "I..." She began and flattered as his tongue swirled around the tight little nub and made her squirm."I've never..." She tried again, trying to put her thoughts together. Vyrdrn suckled harder on her nub until he felt her body begin to thrum in need. The scent of her sex wafted up to his nose; an earthy honey scent. "Yes, I know, at least not with a male."Spreading her lgs he pulled her forward until her succulent ass cheeks were barely on the edge of the pool. "Lean back on your elbows, " he ordered. Once rothe leaned back he said, "Make sure you do not move until I say otherwise."Taking the rose soap in his hand, Vyrdrn lathered her pubic mound gently and thoroughly. Satisfied he picked up the straight razor he slowly began shaving most of the hair away, leaving a small strip of hair no wider than that of her thumb. Looking at his handiwork, Vyrdrn shook his head and shaved the remainder off. "Perfect " he whispered and then took some hazelnut oil and began rubbing it into her mons alleviating any burn from he shave.Leaning his head forward he kissed her right at the top of her slit, then whispered "Go look and then return " Aylyn felt as exposed as she was, her face flaming red all the way to her roots. Here was a total stranger, she'd only just met between her spread legs. He was touching her and she'd touched him. They were both naked and she was letting him take her over without much struggle or too many second thoughts. As though it just felt...right.Afraid to move as the razor slid over her mouth, Aylyn kept her breaths even and shut her eyes until he was done. When he told her to look, she carefully pulled herself out of the pool and went to the nearest mirror. Her gaze fell to her bare mound and she tentatively touched the smooth skin there...it was baby soft and felt deliciously naughty.With a small grin, she returned and slid into the water, lower until she knelt again. “Thank you.” She whispered, delighting in the way the water felt on her shaven skin. Like silk playing over her. "Good girl, " he whispered as he turned her to face him. His cock bobbed in the water so very close to her mouth. Need welled up inside him and for a moment he thought about ordering her to open her mouth and sliding it in.Cupping her face he lifted her chin and look down into her doe like eyes. "Before this even begins in earnest you will ne mine forever."Seizing control of himself with a shudder he turned and commanded her, "Follow me. "Leaving the tub Vyrdrn walked into the bedroom and approached the bed. Turning back to her he asked "Should I trust you enough to allow you to sleep in my bed on your first night here?" Aylyn knew he could have his way in any way he wanted if he truly wanted. So far she'd feared his control, but she was also slowly relaxing as she realized he didn't mean to harm her or worse...kill her. Gazing up into his eyes, she felt a deep surge of emotions and feelings almost clog her throat.She followed willingly, leaving a wet trail behind them and shivering slightly as they re-entered his bed chamber and as he turned, she sank to her knees again. His question surprised her, but warmed her as well.“I would be honored if you trusted me..." She told him softly, her eyes full of sweet innocence as she looked up at him. So bright, so beautifully blue...like a summer sky, fringed with such long dark lashes that matched the darkness of her hair, which stumbled damp and free down her back and over her shoulders, curling around her breasts. Hhis eyes never left hers as he knodded his head. "Very well." Sitting on the bed he pointed at the otherside, "Sleep there and I will allow it and will place my feet on your stomach." It seemed extremely odd that he would put his feet on her stomach, but Aylyn wasn't going to ask or protest. Rising, she moved to the bed and pushed back the thick blanket. Carefully she slid into place and gazed at him curiously as her body stretched out and her head rested on a pillow.After her day and the ups and downs that it had brought her, she felt suddenly utterly exhausted. A soft yawn past her lips as her lids drooped almost immediately. Vyrdrn laid down at a perpendicular angle to rothe and places his feet across her flat tummy. In no time he heard her steady breathing deepen as she fell asleep. Within a moment or two Vyrdrn entered the half sleep half awake state that all members of elven blood entered to rejuvenate themselves.Four hours later his red eyes opened and he extricated himself from the bed and went down two flights of stairs. Leaving the door open in case Rothe woke Vyrdrn walked into his enormous library and began studying the spels he would need for he day. After an hour he went back up stairs and watched rothe a few minutes then began casting a spell on her.A moment later he watched as rothe began to moan and squirm on the bed as the erotic dreams of him he started in her mind began to work. Aylyn's sleep was a deep one and at first, it had been sound and wonderfully peaceful. Then slowly, warmth spread over her body and she felt hands slip over her flesh. She knew it was Vyrdrn and sighed softly as his breath tickled her sensitive neck and his lips slid over her chest, peppering her soft smooth skin was moist, soft kisses. Her nipples hardened instantly and her breasts ached for attention.She arched, seeking more as his tongue swirled around a sensitive nipple and his hands grasped her full hips and squeezed. Her supple flesh burned for his touch, those hands gliding down her thighs and forcing her legs apart.She mewled and arched again, panting softly as his mouth slid down over her quivering belly, dipping into her belly button and then sliding over her baby smooth mound. “Oh!” She gasped loudly, tense and quivering as Vyrdrn pressed his shoulders between her thighs and held them apart, feasting on her lovely slick pussy.Her lips glistened with wetness, ripe and ready for the taking. Her feminine musk filling his senses. Looking down at him, she watched his head dip lower, his tongue slipping from his mouth and making contact. She cried out softly and squirmed, whimpering as he licked her slit and made her shudder with pure pleasure. Vyrdrn watched rothe writhe on the bed her erotic dream bringing her to the edge of orgasm. The bedsheets wrapped around her legs nearly tying her to the bed. Her skin was so pale against the dark sheets and the blood red quilt.His heart rate raced as he watched a single bead of perspiration trail down her throat and bead in the hollow of her neck. His sex stood hard and pointed straight out. Long and thick, the size of a plantain, a bead of pre-cum sparkled in the low light from the slit in the head. A painful needy throb pulsed through out his groin; threatening to rip his reason from him.After a moment, Vyrdrn decided. Gently prodding her foot, he whispered, "Wake up rothe."He pulled her up to her knees and stood before her. "Take it into your hand rothe," his voice was low and growly. Aylyn woke with a start, feeling a little disoriented and woozy. She let Vyrdrn situate her where he wanted and blinked sleepy eyes up at him. Her body burned from the dreams that had assaulted her mind. Feeling a little sweaty, she shook her head and blinked again, trying to clear her mind as he instructed her to take hold of his cock.Without hesitation, her hand came up and grasped his cock, her fingers soft and smooth against his hot flesh. She sighed, her heavy breasts achy, her nipples tight and the place between her thighs hot and slick, her womb clenching."Like this?" She asked softly, unsure and wanting to please him. Images flashed in her mind still. Their bodies entwined this time. His cock deeply rooted inside her cunt until she was screaming for release. Rothe's eagerness was evident as her hand wrapped around his hardness. That eagerness turned into timidity as he flexed his hips slowly driving his cock toward her. "Yes rothe, very much like that."Muttering in a deep low voice Vyrdrn cast a spell and caressed rothe's cheeks activating it. "This will allow you to feel that which I feel and it will heighten what you feels as well."His cock sliced back and forth until rothe began stroking him timidly. His left hand reached down to heft her breast. Her hard nipple poked into his hand as he squeezed firmly. "Put your hands behind your back as you have been instructed. " His voice was low and hoarse his need threatening to choke him off."Now open your mouth wide and keep it that way." As she complied Vyrdrn grasped the base of his cock and slowly fed it into her mouth. Reaching her gag point Vyrdrn clutched each side of her head and stared into her eyes as hew began sawing his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.Her eyes flicked from shock to terror to lust as his pleasure mounted. "Good girl, rothe" he whispered. Aylyn was powerless to do anything but feel. Everything was so new, so strange to her and yet ever sensation that course through his body shimmered through hers, making her moan around his cock.She burned, from the inside out. His touch making her gasp, but she held her pose and kept her mouth open, her saliva coating his cock until it shined as he took possession of her mouth.Unable to look away, she drowned in his gaze, losing herself as she clasped her hands tightly behind her back and began to sweat. Her neck and back ache, but she didn't care...what was worse was the gnawing need that she had no control over building between her thighs and making her trembled as she strained to follow his orders to perfection.Sucking air through her nose, she whimpered, gagging slightly ever so often as he became more excited with each passing stroke. Vyrdrn's legs began shaking as he continued sliding his cock into rothe's mouth, his balls slapping her chin with each thrust. As her hands moved behind her back, rothe's breasts thrust forward and up, the taut nipples brushing against his thighs.Unable to control himself any further, Vyrdrn stepped back a partial step, then grabbed the base of his cock as the thick viscous fluid shot forth, splashing against rothe's forehead. His hand continued its languorous journey along his length. With each shuddering gasp of pleasure, his white, hot cream splashed over her face, and breasts.Running a finger along one of her breasts, Vyrdrn deposited the jism on her tongue, whispering, "Very good, my dear one, very good. Rub it into your skin, absorb me into you." Aylyn was surprised by the amount of cum that he shot over her. Not that she had any experience with such things, but she hadn't quite expected all of that. Still she sat back obediently and let him finish off, tasting him cum on her tongue and then slowly rubbing into her skin as he instructed.It was quickly cooling on her skin, becoming a little sticky and felt strangely gooey as she rubbed it into her flesh. Carefully she wiped it from her face and spread it around, then waited for his command. Her body was still on her fire, her sex practically dripping with need...a need she had never felt before.Sitting there, her breasts still heaved with each breath and her body shuddered as she clenched her muscles deep inside and tried to be patient. Vyrdrn looked down at rothe's heaving breasts and her high level of excitement. Her need radiated off of her, threatening to overwhelm him.Almost instantly he was hard again.Despite his mind's knowledge that he should be slow and patient, his body's need ravaged at his control. Bending, his hands wrapped around her breasts and he squeezed gently as his thumb flipped across her nipples."By the end of the day, rothe, you will be begging me to take you," he whispered in a low gentle voice. Aylyn gasped as his hands touched her again, her nipples almost painfully sensitive as she sat back obediently, her mouth slightly open as she panted for breaths. By the end of the day?? She wanted him NOW.A soft whimper escaped her throat as she thrust her chest further out and her inner muscles clenched with pure desire. Oh how she ached for him in a way she never imagined she could want anyone. Her thighs quivered with the thought of being spread as he pushed his beautiful cock inside of her tight cunt and filled her.She gazed at him with longing, unable to find the words to even explain her wants. Vyrdrn moved his lowered hand, trailing a finger gently along the swell of her breast. "Very lovely, my dear rothe," he whispered softly.Stepping around her, his fingers trailing along rothe's skin, Vyrdrn wrapped his free hand in her hair and pulled her head back firmly, forcing her mouth to point straight up. His eyes watched as her skin formed goose bumps at each of his touches. "you have never felt such need, have you rothe?" he asked, voice full of need.Rothe shook her head, and he smiled gently. Lowering his lips he kissed her neck and nibbled up to her ear lobe. He nibbled on the meat of her ear one hand holding her head in place, the other twisting and tweaking her nipple. Breathing in her scent deeply, Vyrdrn whispered into her ear, "You will be mine in ways you can hardly imagine..." Aylyn shivered under his touch and gasped, still trying to regain a decent breath. She wanted to sway and melt against the touch of his lips on her hot skin, everything inside quivering and clenching, yearning for him so deeply it almost hurt...throbbing and aching fiercely.His words only fueled her desire, making her almost stop as she strained to keep herself from toppling backwards and begging him to take her. She thought for sure she'd be deathly afraid of him taking her...would be repulsed and be horrified that this was happening to her, but instead, she wanted more...wanted it all.

Him and her

Attone and Mortify (Observing Trifles, Monkeybee)

( ( ( Urien Daithy YorathAge: 99, looks 20Species:FaeOrientation:Open to all things, body permitting. Believes life is too short to limit to only one experience, only one way of doing or one way of seeing the world.History:The Yorath clan were once a warring people, and the kingdom was claimed in blood. Ever since their people's relationship with the land has been strained. A curse was settled - that the children born of the king and queen would perish on the dawn of their hundredth birthday, as the trees had been burned on theirs, and the great ancestral forest torn down to make their castle from where they could govern their land and make it prosperous. And each new child would be weaker than the last, struggling like a sapling that does not flourish year after year.They thought nothing of it at first - had scoffed at the spirits that swirled through the trees when their first born came. He was healthy, and grew bonny and strong and did his parents proud in battle. Nothing seemed to touch him, he took a wife and bore a daughter of his own, but true to the curse, the spirits began to haunt his dreams as he grew older, and despite all protection his parents offered, their first born walked off into the forest on the evening of his birthday and took his own life.Tradition was only to bear one child at a time and to bring them complete to adulthood. The widow's child, this time a girl, who touched by the death of her father had a distant way about her, and was prone to fugues. Her heart gave trouble as she entered her fifties, and her mother and grandparents, superstitious now, began to replant the ancestral forest they had so willfully destroyed.The girl birthed two children, one as soon as she was able, and the other when she entered her 90s, but as she died, each of them would also perish. Then it seemed to spread, when the widower's husband remarried, the new son's life was cut short before he reached his fifth year. Each child once removed from the ruling line headed towards a steadily more certain death, and the spirits of the forest only grew stronger. The royal family remained stunted, ranks inflated only by those who married into the fold and the nobles who wanted to do that dwindling as it became clear no offspring would survive.Urien's brother was the sixth to meet his demise, at the specified time. He'd been nearly forty years older than the younger fae and he had lived for fifty years with the knowledge that like all the others before him, he only had 100 years to live. His body failed more steadily than the others seemed to, though no one would speak of the fate his relatives endured in any detail, though all manner of doctors and mages were called to slow the progress and still the curse.The nature of their people had changed since the first king and queen, they ruled by counsel of elders now, but always with a ruler at the head. Tradition held the royal line was still important. And now, they were truly worried, because Uri's brother's widow had died in childbirth and her daughter perished along with her, and Urien...The weakness of his body prevented it. Or so the most learned of the herbalists told him. His body was so fully infused with the curse that no woman's loins would take his seed. He sees himself as the logical end to the curse, and has no will to fight it, but the counsel of elders are desperate to find a solution where none had found one before to prevent their power from crumbling and the kingdom falling into strife.Personality:Calm and grounded, in tune with the forces of the world and understanding of not being able to control fate, no matter how much he might wish to. There is a layer of sadness in him, but he does not let it consume him. He does have strong opinions about the things he feels really do matter, and is not afraid to voice them.Likes:The small things in life - the sunset through the window of his bedroom. Well tended gardens. Learning about religions. Books. Warm fires. Horses. The forest. The sun on his skin. Good food.Dislikes:People who try to force their own agenda or treat others like fools. Violence for the sake of it. The failings of his body, as much as he has come to live with them."Call them back," Urien may have been weak in body, but there was a strength in his voice that few on the counsel dared to argue with. "My mother is out of place. I will not have another mage dragged here on a fool's errand."They were in the walled garden, where Urien walked daily, to try to slow the degeneration to his body that came with every visit the forest spirits paid him. By now his legs only held him with the sturdy brace strapped around his hips and encasing each leg to keep them from buckling beneath him. The palsy had spread from a minor tingle, when he was a boy, gradually stripping his thighs of the muscle they once had and killing the movement in his tripartite wings. His long robes may have disguised the apparatus he relied on, but it was clear enough to anyone that he needed the crutches beneath his arms to pull himself stiffly through each step, swinging each leg from the hip, like an awkward four-legged beast. Only on state occasions, with trusted nobles closely packed to either side, did Urien ever go along with the charade that he could stand tall without them. The people, after all, must not be worried."Sire. The counsel's place is to protect the royal line, to secure the throne as best it can. This is to be your last year unless a cure is found. You do not have authority here." Lord Lisgal was an honoured member of the counsel, who had seen the play of family struggles with the curse over the long stretch of his lifetime, but Urien, always somewhat of an oddity, with his chestnut coloured eyes and brown hair, where so many of his ancestors were pale and golden, was the first victim of the curse to seem to want to go without a fight. The older fae's wings sagged slightly in exhaustion over the matter. He had held out hope that the objections to finding a cure were simply bluff, a show of bravery that their ruler otherwise had very little opportunity to prove."You don't have to remind me these will be my last seasons." Urien's eyes glinted with a shimmer of anger for a moment and the grip on his crutches tightened, but when he spoke again, his voice was steely and calm. "I do not have authority over my own life? Lisgal. I meant it; enough."The older fae shook his head, sadness in his eyes where the ruler refused to show it. "It's not about you, Urien. We need an heir."The fae let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he thought of how hard so many, himself included, had tried to make a child over the last forty years. It had been a painful thing to realise he would be the last of his line. "Lisgal. Didn't you believe the last five you brought to prod at me? The curse has gone far too far for that. Make peace with it, and try to guide the others to do the same. We must make plans for when I am gone, rather than prolong this nonsensical search for a cure. It's been 600 years. Someone would have beaten it by now, if it could be done." It wasn't the first time Aexyr had been summoned to the home of nobility, and it wouldn't be the last. Although he made a tidy living in his little town - selling potions, healing the sick, cleansing newly broken ground - he had earned the bulk of his small fortune by catering to the wealthy. Oftentimes, the tasks were small, usually pertaining to pesky spirit, but they paid well. His reputation preceded him, despite the darker nature of both his kind and his magic, and he never found himself at a loss for clients.As such, when the messenger of a presumably wealthy patron came knocking at his door, the dark fae turned him away. He had more than enough coin to sustain him for the time being, and he was in no shape to leave his home. Only two weeks prior, his body had suffered considerable strain and damage, from which he had yet to recover. It would take time.The gift of sight, if not gained by a magic-user upon his birth, came with a high price. It required great pain and sacrifice. To the fae's chagrin, he had not been fortunate enough to possess the gift naturally, and so he took it by force. The ritual required blood,hisblood, and the sacrifice of something that could not be regained. In a show of fierce dedication, and perhaps a bit of irony, Aexyr had sacrificed his eyes.Even a few weeks later, the acid scars still burned, carving thin marks over his brows and the tops of his cheeks that would never truly heal. His eyes, while still intact, were useless now, pale blue and unfocused, serving only to remain fixed in an unsettling stare. His head hurt; italwayshurt. Once a graceful creature, Aexyr now had trouble finding his way around his home, often stumbling into furniture and cursing at the endless parade of bruises that resulted. He had yet to learn how to use a cane properly.His body needed to adjust. He had no time to spend on a wealthy noble with a head cold. But when the messenger read aloud a message from the counsel of the Yorath clan, he thought better of it.That night, Aexyr boarded a carriage, bound for the castle. The journey was long. Ordinarily, Aexyr would have spent the travel reading, or even writing notes in his journal, but that was out of the question. Another sacrifice to the old gods.They arrived the following morning, announced by members of the castle staff who paraded the black-robed fae in front of the counsel. Inwardly, he cursed his inability to see their faces as they spoke, only able to feel their curious stares landing on the thin black scarf wrapped around his useless eyes, protecting his healing scars."You will find Urien in the garden. Show him the way, Halren." And Halren did.Aexyr followed the sound of his footfalls, boots thudding on the marble floor, echoing. He found it more difficult when they stepped outside, however. Stairs were a problem. What was more, he could barely hear Halren's steps on the grass. He stumbled more than once, caught only by his cane, reeling away from the guard who tried to catch him. He didn't liked to be touched."Your Highness," the burly Halren addressed his prince as they caught up. Aexyr, his dark, wispy wings unfurled at his sides, stood silently, weight braced against his tall ebony cane. "May I present the mage Aexyr, from Thalor, here at the request of the counsel to aid His Highness's condition." That the mage had been sent for, Urien had known, but that the man had already arrived at the castle was not a piece of information Lisgal had seen fit to share. The older fae shrank back with a courteous bow, and a gracious nod at Halren's approach with the stranger, that despite Urien's years of mastering his emotions, still irritated him immensely. Lisgal knew full well he could neither go with him, nor continue the argument he'd wished to have without showing the new arrival incredible discourtesy. Once more, the advisor had engineered his escape with perfect grace and a soft, "Your Highness will have much to discuss with our guest, I am sure," that left Urien quietly seething.Lisgal was already half way across the lawn by the time Halren reached them, introducing the latest mage. "Thorlan? My, you have journeyed far. You must be weary," Urien managed by way of greeting, smiling as he turned to greet the pair, who had come from behind them across the grass. Never an easy manoeuvre, his braces creaking slightly beneath his robes as he shifted his weight awkwardly to try to force his legs to turn, even as his shoulders shifted, firmly supporting himself on his crutches. "Welcome, Aexyr. The kingdom of Yorath is most grateful for your.." He caught sight of the guest then, a strikingly slender dark fae, pale and almost as gaunt as one of the forest spirits, eyes shrouded and leaning on that tall ebony cane almost the same way he himself gripped onto his crutches. "Assistance." Was the man not able to see? Well, that was certainly a new trait that none of the others had shared."Thank you Halren. I will send for you when I have need." Urien let his gaze flicker over the mage, finding himself quite fascinated by the unusual looking fae. Once he was sure they were not to be overheard, he let out a soft breath. "I am afraid, sir, you may have wasted a journey. My counsel will not accept fate. I'll gladly speak with you, but many, many others have tried to battle this curse and failed. Please do not take it as a slight; I am doubtful there is anyone who could succeed. Do you mind if we keep moving? Standing still is difficult for me on the soft ground?" Halren knew well enough to bow out immediately. Like the rest of the household staff, he was well-acquainted with Urien's embracing the inevitable, and judging by the slightly smug look on the retreating Lisgal's face, they had argued about it only moments before. Best to get out of the line of fire. Let the mage deal with the prince.For his part, Aexyr was exasperated. Judging by the sound of Urien's voice - defeated - and the sound of his braces creaking beneath his weight - weak and dying - the other fae didn't want to be saved. Or, at least, he knew that hecouldn'tbe saved. Why drag him out of hiding then, to tend to a prince with no will to fight?For a few long moments, the dark fae was silent, motionless save for where his back-length raven mane fluttered around the base of his gnarled horns. Then, at last, he gave a nod, gesturing with a free hand for Urien to lead the way. Unfamiliar with the castle grounds, he would rely on just about everyone else to find his way around. He hated that."You should be dead by now," were his first words to the royal, his steps slow and tentative as he followed the squeak of Urien's leg braces. A spidery hand settled beneath the top of his cane; a writhing snake head with a glittering emerald trapped between its fangs. "Your life energy is weak. Were it not for the sound of your braces, I might not have felt your presence at all." Urien again glanced towards the mage, brows raising in surprise at the mention of his leg braces. There were not many in the court who fully understood all it took to keep him on his feet, but this man had worked it out in seconds. Perhaps the cloth over his eyes was not the barrier it appeared to be."Oh, no," he returned, smile quite genuine now, a kind of morbid humour that he'd come to embrace. "The curse is quiet precise with timing. I have nearly a full year. That might be a blink of an eye in most fae's lifetimes, but it is four full seasons to me. I have quiet enough time left."For a long moment he didn't say anything more, simply allowed them to fall into pace as he lead them along to his favourite section of the garden. Consciously or not, he found himself making less effort to move himself without creaking his braces, perhaps for the benefit of his guest so that he could follow more easily, or perhaps simply because for once he did not feel as though he was being stared at and pitied. He was a little out of breath as they came upon the longest stretch of flowerbeds and herbs, sweet scented and pleasing to the eye. "The counsel want an heir," he confided. "There is not much I can do about that myself. Perhaps your magick could solve that lesser problem. Or at least give them a ruling that it cannot be done, and force them to focus on moving on." A year was no time at all. Aexyr had passed the hundred year mark some time ago, and although he had long since kept track of the months and years, he estimated himself to be twice Urien's age. Still a young man by the standards of their kind. He had a great many years ahead of him; one more year was indeed a mere blink."I have every intention of ensuring that you live, Your Highness," Aexyr offered, shortening his strides a bit as the grass grew thicker, impeding the sweep of his cane as he crossed new ground. "There is no curse in this land that I cannot break if I am given ample time. A year, while not long for a lifespan, is plenty of time for my purposes."He wouldn't fail. He never had before. The challenge alone was enough to convince him that he had to succeed."I will require time to fully research and understand the nature of your family's curse. Hearsay from villagers familiar with your family name will not suffice. I need your entire family history and any notes you may have from other mages, if they left any behind." The fae desperately wished he didn't have to make another request, but as he had little choice..."... In addition, I require the services of a scribe. Someone to write notes and... read for me." The thicker grass proved difficult for Urien as well, tangling around the base of his crutches and hindering his steps. Now that they had reached the point where the formal gardens turned to meadow, it was time to turn back. "We've walked far enough this way," he murmured as he stopped, once more shifting an awkward turn, with heavy reliance on the crutches. "Beyond here the gardens are left for nature to do as she pleases. It becomes more difficult to pass, but to the right, leads down to the water gardens. It's calming by the fountains. Shall we?" It was easier to talk of fountains than to pick at the ego of another mage who thought himself the most powerful creature in the world. How long he would endure this one's efforts remained to be seen."I would rather you focus on the issue of the heir," he repeated. "By all means, apply your attention to the curse in full, but protecting the line is the counsel's priority." He watched the back and forth of Aexyr's cane, wondering at it, particularly as the mage seemed quite unsteady in his steps. Uncertain, rather than frail. But the stick was one meant to support his weight, surely, too cumbersome to use as a switch to feel his way?Urien's brows drew closer at the request for a scribe. "The counsel won't agree to an outsider knowing the full extent of the curse. It's been a... diluted myth for centuries, to avoid spreading fear." He cleared his throat softly, thinking for a moment before he made the offer. "If you need texts read, I am willing to assist you. My energy is dwindling, but I believe I should be able to be a part of my own cure, if indeed you do manage to find it. But I will lay down a limit on your work; I mean to enjoy my last seasons, rather than submit to being a pincushion and potion tester entirely." In any other situation, Aexyr would have happily traversed into the meadow. To a fae, even one of darker lineage, there was nothing quite like the outdoors. Being one with nature. Without his eyes, however, he found the outdoor paths - or lack thereof - considerably harder to navigate. Woods he once knew like the back of his hand felt foreign, and he could no longer appreciate them without growing frustrated at his limitations.Best to turn back and stay firmly on castle grounds."I am beginning to understand why the mages before me have failed," he remarked with some disdain, attempting to conceal a momentary stumble by slowing his step, but only for a moment. Damn this grass... "One can hardly expect a man, no matter how powerful, to mend a break without showing him the extent of the damage. It is not impossible, but it will make matters more difficult." A conversation with the counsel was in order. And if they remained stubborn... well, they would simply have to watch their last son wither away.The notion of having Urien act as his scribe prompted a slight raise of his brows, barely seen due to the cloth over his eyes. And painful. His scars ached. "I would not expect you to take on that role yourself. I see no harm, but I can hardly imagine that you would want to spend any extra time cooped up in a study. But if you insist." It didn't matter whose eyes he used. Urien noticed the stumble; he was after all prone to them himself and whilst he knew better than to fuss over it, he did decide to reassure him he did not plan to lead him on an endless dance through the foliage. "The path by the fountains is paved. Easier for both of us I should think." Urien sighed, glancing back at the man. It was not often he was the one who had to wait for anyone to catch up. "You are welcome to rest your hand on my shoulder for guidance; from the look of you I think you would sooner cut it off, but the offer is there. I know what it is like to struggle."He did not expect the man would take his offer, the pride in his posture was much to clear but he only let out an amused hum of agreement at the disdain of the counsel's misinformation. "The counsel won't give you anyone they would allow access to the records. I am one of the few entitled to view them, so, it makes sense, if you do want to understand the damage as you say, to use someone who will be able to show it. But you are right, I do not plan to waste my last days in a darkened room. Books are movable. I think between us we can find a compromise." Perhaps it wasn't proper to want to sneer at a royal, but the urge was there. Stubborn creature that he was, even when he knew he could have used a bit of assistance, Aexyr was far too proud to accept help. He had to learn to walk on his own. And besides, Urien was in worse shape. That he needed braces was bad enough, but he could also hear the faint rattle of what he assumed were crutches. Clearly Urien was in no position to offer any help."It certainly wouldn't hurt to have the records," Aexyr told him, brushing aside the offer of assistance. "Quite frankly, this matter might well have been resolved years ago, had your counsel not decided to prioritize privacy." It was ridiculous. But it was hardly Urien's fault. If nothing else, he would go into this task with more knowledge than the mages before him, which was enough to soothe his annoyance with the matter."Where the research is done matters little to me. We can begin tomorrow, if you'd like. Go about your usual routine this evening, and I will see about a tonic to help you produce an heir. For this, I will require a carriage to drive me to market. I do not expect to find the necessary ingredients in the castle kitchen.' Urien shook his head, letting out a slow sigh. Privately, he was in agreement with Aexyr. The counsel expected to have everything. A cure for a curse that they were too concerned about to have investigated properly. But here he was doing the same thing, in a manner, because agreement wouldn't pass his lips. Was he too proud to admit his family had not handled the thing as they might have done? "It took a long time for them to take it seriously - to stop blaming coincidence," he said instead. Always the apologist. Ever seeking the reasoning behind the moves. "The deaths have all been very different. Privacy isn't the motivation, Aexyr. Would you allow yourself to be ruled by a family who death followed so closely? What would there be to stop it spreading to other families? The spirits are very active in these woods, and my people are a superstitious kind. The counsel have been preventing panic, and takeover. Mages are not the most trustworthy, or do you claim ignorance of that? I've heard of enough kingdoms snatches away through magic; why show all your weakness, if you can get away with showing less?"That sentiment at least, Aexyr had to have some understanding of. He'd all but flinched from the offer of help, the slight twitch of his features reminding Urien of a dog about to curl it's lip up in angry fear. The wounds must still be raw. Humility had yet to come; Urien had learned that lesson well by now."Tomorrow. As you wish. I have time," he joked dryly. "Halren will be at your disposal and he can arrange whatever you require. You're welcome to go to market, though you should find all you need within the castle grounds. We have an apothecary and most of the produce sold there does come from our farms. Or from the forest, and the gardens. Do as you will."With that he turned again, shifting around and setting off as quickly as he was able, in a diagonal back across the lawn rather than on to the paved paths he had spoken of. He had no patience to entertain a guest who did not wish to be entertained. Perhaps he'd regain his calm once he was away from the man's arrogant demeanour. It seemed that he had touched a nerve. Whether for better or worse, Urien defended the counsel's decision, and although Aexyr could see some logic behind it all, he still found the whole thing ridiculous. Of course, his point of view was that of a man who had no reason to fear what people thought of him. A great many in his part of the continent thought him evil, due in large part to his darker lineage - a rarity - and his craft. He had never cared.Urien was in a position where he had to care. If only for that reason, the mage didn't think to put the burden of blame or idiocy directly on his shoulders. It was the counsel's influence.Regardless, Aexyr said nothing as Urien dismissed him and took his leave. It was a bad idea to let him go, but there was plenty of time to discuss matters with him in the morning. That wasn't his biggest problem, however. The bigger obstacle was finding his way back to the castle. Aexyr still had trouble counting steps and remembering directions, and so without Urien to guide him, he was at a loss.Cursing himself for his own shortcomings, Aexyr reached up, pressed a hand against his aching forehead. Finding his way around would have been much easier without the splitting ache in his skull. It took him some time, but eventually he found one of the castle's side entrances, where he called for Halren and enlisted his help in procuring the herbs he needed.Between the apothecary and the surrounding forests, where a great many useful plants grew wild, Aexyr gathered enough ingredients to concoct a week's supply of the tonic. Dark red and murky, it would taste like death, but if it could get past the limitations of the curse, it would do its job. When morning came, the fae took the first few doses with him, each in its own little vial, as he felt his way downstairs. It was slow going, however, and more than once he stopped to recompose himself.He could have been home, recovering, learning how to function as a blind man. Butno.Aexyr had sent Halren ahead to fetch the prince, intending to meet with him on the largest of the east verandas. It was the one closest to the guest quarters, for one thing, and for another it was near the door. Paved. Solid. Reliable. It took Aexyr some time to get there, however, and it was with a low sigh of frustration that he finally sank down onto a bench, waiting. There was a part of Urien that wanted to send Halren back to Aexyr with the message that he could be found on his side of the castle, just to press the point the sorcerer should not attempt to call royalty hither and thither. But the terrace was a favourite of his in the mornings because of the way it caught the early sun and he could understand well enough why the man had chosen there if moving around the castle was proving as difficult for him as the servants had been saying it was.The night at least had been a peaceful one, free from visitations or disturbances, once he stilled his thoughts and the images of the dark fae with the black cloth around his eyes, and his insistence that he could solve the issue. So many others had sung the same song, and there had been so many painful cure-alls that hadn't worked at all. Urien didn't want to surrender his last days to more folly. Eventually he calmed his mind and drifted off, and now, although he was stiff from lying still as he always seemed to be in the mornings, his pain was dull and bearable.The paved terrace announced his presence for him, and this time, Aexyr would be left in no doubt at all of his reliance on crutches. Urien had become quite used to their sharp, rhythmic sound against the stone, one after the other, and the almost smooth shuffle of his foot as he swung each stiffly braced leg forwards to follow. The days of using both crutches together had passed; he didn't have the strength to brace all of his weight, as minimal as it now was. Aexyr was quite right in his assumptions that there was barely anything left to him.Mindful of the comment about his aura, Urien cleared his throat in greeting. "Well, at least you've chosen my favourite bench. That's something. This is usually when I meditate, so I hope you have good reason for calling for me." The sun was lovely. Weeks ago, Aexyr had been, for the most part, nocturnal. He had functioned considerably better at night, when cities were quiet and crickets sang. But now, without the ability to discern between night and day, he had no particular preference. Maintaining a constant sleeping rhythm was difficult; he had resorted to potions to make himself drowsy enough to doze at the appropriate time.Regardless, there was some comfort to be had in the heat of sunlight. He could no longer appreciate the beauty of daylight, the clear blue sky, or the sun as it set, but he could feel its warmth. He found it relaxing.The sound of Urien's crutches heralded his arrival long before he reached the terrace. He wondered if it might have been a better idea to have gone to the prince himself, but he had no desire to walk any more than was necessary. At least not in front of people. Not until he could find his way around without running into this and that - or worse, relying on someone to physically guide him.Reaching into the pocket of his robes, dark and lined with royal blue, Aexyr procured one of the small vials. It wasn't much, only half a mouthful, but it was potent. "If you consider eventually fathering a child good reason," the fae told him. He didn't expect Urien to hold and drink from the vial while holding onto his crutches, and so he made ample room for him to sit on the bench beside him."The sooner you begin this regimen, the better. I can't imagine that it will taste pleasant, but three doses a day for the next little while should help matters. I have made enough to last for at least a week. Once I have done a bit more research, I will add another tonic to your regimen, to aid in this one's effectiveness." If the curse had indeed been the cause of Urien's sterility, Aexyr had his work cut out for him. For the first tonic to work, he would have to weaken the curse just enough for it to take effect. Sitting was not a graceful thing, but Urien was practiced at the particular rhythm and order required to release the tension on his braces to sit, of letting go of his crutches, without depositing himself ingloriously on the ground. And by now he managed the movement as efficiently as he ever would, but he was still aware of Halren's protective eyes on him. The burly fae was more often than not the one called upon to pick him up when he did fall and he had become far too familiar with his arms over the years. More familar with them than any lover's. And there perhaps lay the secondary cause to his childlessness.All the same, he let out a smile despite himself at the sight of the small vial. "Ah, that looks familiar." Taking the small bottle he uncapped it and took a cautious sniff, eyes watering at the pungent scent. "Oh yes. Very familiar. Perhaps its not the same," he continued, softening his words slightly, "But I did take something with that uncanny edge of death to it for the best part of five years. One of the mages decided dabbling in the dark arts was the only way. I'm sure you're much more proficient of course..."Urien tilted his head, side to side, weighing up his options with the vile potion. It hadn't killed him the first time he'd tried it, even if it had made his stomach writhe and clench and his body seem to burn. He let out a breath and with a moment to steel himself, tipped the bottle upright and downed it in a short, sharp swallow."Ugh. Oh. That's worse than I remember by far." "Something of my own creation," Aexyr mentioned. "With the inclusion of the brittlebrush and lunar violet, hopefully more effective than what you have been given before. If not, we will have to try another method." Although for the life of him, he could barely imagine Urien even wanting to bed anyone. In the state he was in, barely able to walk, and no doubt in constant pain? Not the ideal state for making a child.For a few long moments, Aexyr was silent, contemplative. He had an idea or two about how to proceed, although it would require access to records - among other things - at which the counsel would almost certainly balk. But more than that, he considered how difficult it would be to function normally among the castle staff, and indeed even the royal family. What remained of it. He knew very well that he had offended the prince the afternoon before, which was perhaps not the best way to start things off. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have cared, but all considered..."You find me arrogant," the dark fae thought aloud, leaning forward a bit, balancing his weight on his cane. "I suppose I cannot fault you for that. No doubt, you have suffered through multiple practitioners who were unable to alleviate even the least troublesome of your symptoms, despite their claims." That would have made anyone frustrated with the proceedings. Aexyr could understand that."Very likely, you will continue to find me insufferable. Especially as I am now. But I would like to help you, if I can, and I believe that I can." And if nothing else, he aimed to at least improve Urien's quality of life for the year he had remaining. "I intend to give you an easy time of it today. All that I ask for today is your history. The chronology of your symptoms, the severity, and so on." "Brittlebrush, really?" his tone was flat, interest feigned. It had begun. The gauntlet of potions and incantations and the litany of small dead creatures with their entrails spread across his breakfast plate as the next in a very long line of mages began the toughest battle of his life - the one against his own ego. Some of them realised they were out of their depth quite quickly, but pride never let them admit it. Urien's lips pinched thinner and he let his eyes sink closed as the man gave his promise of help."I know youbelieveyou can help, and so I'm willing to let you continue, as long as you give me your word that as soon as that belief fails you, you will stop. I've only just got rid of the taste of these foul concoctions - it clings to your tongue for weeks - and I want to remember what summer berries taste like without it before I am gone." Despite himself, Urien found that he was blinking to keep his vision clear. It had been a long time since he'd cried for his own loss.Glad Aexyr could not see the moment of weakness, he brushed away all traces dampness at his lashes with the back of his hand and let out a dry huff of laughter. "Easy, you say? You are asking me to to catalogue evey failing of my body and how long I have lived with each, reliant on my servants, and yet you would rather stumble into every wall than accept a guide to walk you around the castle even once?" But he didn't mean to be sharp, only to hold a mirror to him. One that did not need eyes."My brother was my mother's first child. He... was stronger than I was, even as a child. When I was thirty, it started. Just a tingling on and off sometimes. Like a coldness, or sometimes just a pressure or an itch in my toes. And I became more clumsy. Couldn't run as well. Always preferred horses anyway, so it didn't much matter to me. I rode more. It was gradual, I suppose. Until my brother died. He's much older. My mother was chosen specially - she is older than my father was, and she bore my brother when my father was still a boy. And then... they timed me for as close to... Well, I suppose it must have been a similar situation. She doesn't talk about how he died." Urien would try his patience in the days to come, of that Aexyr was certain. The subtle jabs, the little quips at his own limitations. Had the other fae not been royalty, Aexyr might well have stood and left him to his miserable fate. He wasn't so foolish to think that Urien didn't want help, only that he didn't expect anything to work. It infuriated the mage. How was he supposed to make any progress with a man who would fight him at every turn?Repressing the urge to lash out, whether physically or otherwise, Aexyr drifted into silence, making a point to listen closely as Urien detailed the steady decline of his body. It was something, but probably not enough. He imagined that he would have to use his newly acquired sight in the days to come, if he expected to learn anything. But it would be tricky. If Urien was intent on fighting him off, it would be more difficult to see into his past.From what he could gather, just from Urien's brief description, the curse seemed set on eliminating the oldest first. The younger victims would suffer, but not as much until their older kin died. If nothing else, the curse was very specific... He wondered if he could possibly track down the individual who had placed it, or if the person was even still alive."I see. Well." Aexyr held in a sigh. "That should be enough to get me started. I will not trouble you for any more detail unless I find it absolutely necessary." Urien turned to look at the stubborn mage beside him, a little surprised at how quickly he had reversed his request for every detail when he had prodded at the man's own weaknesses. He let out a sigh. "I know something of the sacrifice some magic requires. I've read a little." He started cautiously. "Are we supposed to pretend you have not blinded yourself and ignore the way you stumble? You have come to the wrong Castle for that. I can assure you I am scooped up off the floor quite regularly. Bear a lecture from a dying man. The embarrassment only passes if you allow yourself to accept the help. At least you have your wings to help with balance. Mine have always been small and they're quite useless now. One of the spirits did for them nearly a decade back. "He let silence fall for a moment, just looking off into the distance, out over his lands. "I've already agreed to allow you access to everything you need to know. Are you really going to let a jab from me scare you off?" That Urien would have changed the subject so drastically surprised the darker fae. That he would know the nature of his blindness, that he had done it himself, surprised him all the more. How could he have known? Men went blind for any number of reasons."Perhaps my eyes were injured in battle. Perhaps they were taken from me by illness. However I lost my vision, Your Highness, is none ofyourconcern," he all but snapped. "And what's more, I did not travel this distance to have my behaviors analyzed. I will adjust in time, in my own way. It is my prerogative not to request the help of your staff."Aexyr inhaled, one deep, cleansing breath, and when he breathed out, it was with a shred of forcibly conjured patience. He couldn't afford to lose his temper in front of Urien. Perhaps he would take out his misery on Halren instead. "... Forgive me," he said. The words did not come easily. "I do not say this to make light of your condition, but while you have had years to acclimate to your body's limitations, I am on my second week. And as it is, I would much rather focus on improving your quality of life than complaining about mine." Urien bit his tongue as Aexyr snapped at him, irritation more than clear with all he had said. He was well aware he had overstepped a boundary that the mage was used to having firmly in place. And perhaps that was why he had done it, just to take back a little control. But that was neither productive nor kind.Urien reached out for Aexyr, settling a cool squeeze around his palm with his calloused hand - he hoped a calming gesture, an acknowledgement that he was wrong. "You have no need to apologise." He let the man's hand go, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The morning was beautiful - the sky bright and clear and there was life in the air from the newly waking spring. "I would far rather you had the honesty to speak out."Far too many of the healers and mages had been obsequious to him, sycophantic while they thought they could save him and then increasingly dismissive of his day to day pains and the symptoms that, as Aexyr had said, robbed him of a better quality of life, as they realised they could not heal him."I admit, I have likely jumped to conclusions. A mage willing to make such a drastic sacrifice is more interesting to me than the more likely alternatives. And interest means distraction from my own situation. I am being unfair - you are quite right, it is difficult for me to remember a time when my condition was new. Perhaps a gradual decline is easier to acclimatise to, than the suddenness you have faced. You shall have your own time to adjust. I am sorry for that. And that you were pulled here so soon after your injury. It was not at my behest, but I'm sure that is of little solace at all."He drew in a deep breath, enjoying the underlying coolness to the air and the scent of nature - warming soil and budding shoots - in the air. "I would be eternally thankful if you could make my last seasons here more comfortable." Aexyr expected a dismissal, or something of that nature. Something to change the topic, to ignore the tension that had grown between them in the short time they had been acquainted. Aexyr was stubborn and unyielding, where Urien took a looser approach to things, which was new for the mage. So too was Urien's willingness to say what he pleased, rather than shy away from unpleasantness.More surprising, however, was the feel of a hand resting atop his own. It was brief, but no less startling, and it was enough to give the mage a bit more insight than either had expected. He saw, hefeltUrien's pain. The limitations of his broken body, the strain from carrying himself on crutches, the braces digging into his legs. He felt it all. It jarred him, enough so that he struggled to put himself back together afterward.This method of sight was brand new, something he had only begun to explore. It overwhelmed him. And that pain... To live that way was unthinkable. Yet there was a genuine kindness to Urien that Aexyr could barely understand.Taking a moment to right himself, the dark fae nodded once, trying to disregard the pleasant tingle on his skin left behind by Urien's hand. "Yours was a case I could hardly resist," the mage confessed. "You will likely not be surprised by this, but I take pride in tackling more challenging cases. This curse is that and then some. If you will allow me, Your Highness, I would like to use a combination of potions and spells to help with your pain. Perhaps give you an extra bit of mobility." There was... something when Urien touched Aexyr's hand but he couldn't place what. It seemed to almost jolt the man - far more than he would have thought he could. "Oh. Sorry to startle you. I will learn better ways." He did not, of course, have any idea of what the mage had seen or felt. The man seemed uncomfortable and that was all that he could see. Perhaps he shared the same mild revulsion of his roughened callouses and emaciated limbs that more than half the women in the court seemed to. Urien flexed his hand, closing his fingers tight in a ball to trap in the lingering warmth from the dark fae's skin. He had liked the feel of his hand even if it was not mutual.His smile lifted his features despite those malingering conclusions. "I had thought this was hardly a challenge at all, just the case of everyone before going about it the wrong way," he teased, hoping Aexyr could see the humour rather than jumping straight to taking offence.He nodded at the proposal, then cast a slightly guilty look in Aexyr's direction. "Yes. Certainly. That would be most welcome. My pain is manageable today but it can... become unbearable. Usually after the spirits come. Anything to ease it would be gods sent." Aexyr thought to tell Urien that he had no need to apologize. That his sudden jolt was merely a reaction to unfamiliar territory, his newly acquired abilities going out for a stretch. But for the moment, he kept it to himself. There was no need for Urien to know about it.Despite himself, the faintest trace of a smile turned up the corners of his lips at what was, without doubt, a terrible joke. Rarely did any show of emotion, save for annoyance, register on the mage's face, but he took some amusement in knowing that Urien could make light of the situation, no matter how briefly. He supposed that came from decades of learning to accept fate. "That you still possess a sense of humor is remarkable." Aexyr had never had one, and he was in relatively perfect health.He found much more interest in the statement that followed, however. Once more, he turned to give Urien his full attention, brow raised, but hidden behind the black veil. "How often do the spirits come?" he queried. "Can you see them at all, or do you merely feel their presence?" Merely alleviating Urien's symptoms wasn't good enough. To break the curse, he would have to take out the source. Finding the spirits was a good first step. Urien had been glad to summon that fleeting smile. Somehow the cool stone front the man put on was softening. At least a little, and that was enough to be bearable. His retort was a little off-putting, but at least the man had managed to recognise a joke. "Remarkable?"Urien's smile grew, laughing just a little at the reaction. "Perhaps. I'd rather I added no self-inflicted wounds or misery. The curse is powerful enough without that. There is little point growing bitter about things that you cannot control." That had been how he tried to live his life at least. Thinking more towards spiritual well-being where he could not attain it physically.But now the man was turning again to difficult questions. Urien sighed, frowning slightly as he thought of the spirits. "They live in the forest. They've always been here. They come as they please. It's not... regular. Well, perhaps it is. They prefer the dark. Sometimes they take form. Sometimes not. They shift the way the trees do. You'll see them in the trees at dusk. Oh. Sorry. No I suppose you won't. But I can tell what I see of them tonight, if you would like me to." It became very clear to Aexyr that although Urien had been surprised at his departure from difficult questions, he might have been more content with it. Answering anything pertaining to the finer details of his condition burdened him greatly. Aexyr could feel the other fae's aura growing heavy, bogged down by the weight of it all. He wasn't surprised."Perhaps one of my greater gifts, without the ability to see, is the heightening of my remaining senses. Particularly as they pertain to the spirit world." He wouldn't see the spirits lurking in the forest, but he had the ability to feel them. To reach out and touch them, to communicate. But his intention was not to merely relay messages. Dispatching the spirits was the only way to bring Urien back to perfect health."If you have no objection, I would like to remain with you tonight. When night comes, and the spirits follow, I would like to remain with you and observe for myself how they affect you. I realize that this will be an affront to your privacy," he added, "but it will be considerably easier for me to address an obstacle that I have seen in action. Figuratively speaking, of course." Urien raised a brow, silent as Aexyr talked of his growth of perception of the spirit world. He understood the need to interact with the spirits rather than just engaging with the symptoms they wrought, but there was that nagging feeling that he’d had so many times about allowing that to happen. Over the years their ways had become familiar to him. He knew their moods and their shifts and in some strange way, he felt they had come to a balance point over the last two decades. He didn’t want anything disturbing that.Right now, they appeared content with the state of things. They had claimed enough flesh and Urien had let them without resistance and these days their visits, if sometimes disturbing in what they showed him, were not violent. They didn’t seek to hurt him any longer. That behaviour only came when he displayed fear, or if they sensed a threat. And occasionally for reasons Urien could not comprehend. But suspicion that they acted to protect themselves rather than simply for the enjoyment of causing him pain, made him a strict protector of the area they lived in. He was certain Aexyr would be seen as a hostile intruder.And so this was the quandary: did he allow Aexyr to see them and take the chance that he could end this thing, and accept the greater suffering that was likely to come, or did he refuse and render the mage’s every effort futile?His lips pressed together thinly and he sat up straighter, hands braced on his emaciated thighs. It was not his privacy he was concerned over; these days he had little enough of that with all the help he required. Aexyr at least wouldn’t be able to see the state of his body, unlike the servants who assisted him.After a long moment of consideration, Urien let out the breath he had been holding. “You may come tonight, and observe. No rash interactions. None of the usual fits of ego you sorcerers are prone to. They will sense the threat and if you do not get it right, I will be the one who suffers for it. They are peaceable at the moment.” That had taken many years for Urien to attain. “ I won’t have you trying anything until you are sure you know what you are doing and why exactly you think it will work.”Was it fear making him bridle the sorcerer’s efforts? Of a kind, he supposed, but privately Urien thought they must have a reason. No creature in his experience was truly evil. To be so vengeful, they must have been wronged greatly by his family. They had chosen their mode of recompense. Had he the power to communicate with them, he would have sought to strike a different bargain to pay for the damage done, but there was no doubt in his mind that when this all began his people had unwittingly done the spirits a great wrong. Urien's terms were fair. Were he in the other man's position, Aexyr might have reacted similarly. He didn't yet understand the extent to which Urien would "protect" the spirits, despite all the horrors they had wrought on his body, but he could at least comprehend his fear that, were he to overstep his bounds, the spirits might retaliate."You have my word that I intend only to observe for now," he assured. "Any action I may or may not take will be discussed with you thoroughly. I do understand your concerns about the havoc they will bring, should I fail." That was something neither one of them could afford. Were he to go straight on the offensive and lose, Urien would suffer and, very likely, dismiss him before he could be of any real help. That wouldn't do."My intentions for the time being are merely to observe the spirits' presence and aid in your immediate symptoms. Your pain, your sterility, and so on. Once I am better acquainted with the nature of things, I will be in a better position to take on the larger problems." The spirits. Urien's mobility.Reaching aside, Aexyr clumsily sought Urien's arm. A slim hand landed upon his forearm, squeezing gently. This time he saw nothing; a shining testament to the erratic nature of his new gifts. "Rest assured that I will not knowingly make your life more difficult." Aexyr seemed a very reasonable man indeed. Disconcertingly so. It made Urien a little guilty for his assumption that he would be as quick to push his idea of the best cure or most skilled display of magic he could muster onto him, as so many of the others had done. The understanding he showed was entirely alien to his experience of aged wise men convinced the patient could have no insight into his own condition at all, and Urien felt new respect for the mage filter in."Thank you. Your agreement reassures me. A lot." He paused, glancing to him again, conscious that his words were lacking and the blind man would not have seen the tension leave his shoulders in relief that there was not another battle to be fought. "More than you could know."Aexyr reaching for his arm was unexpected given the gruff and grudging start they'd had, but the gesture of reassurance made Urien smile, unaware of any other possible motive for the touch. His other hand slipped over Aexyr's, swapping the squeeze with a touch of thanks of his own. Again his skin prickled pleasantly at the touch."I think I have misjudged you, Aexyr." His hand lingered, drawing out the time before he knew he had to pull away. "Have you broken your fast? I'll ask Halren to bring some food. Eat with me and then we can get to your research if that is how you want to spend your day. I am at your disposal for now." For the most part, Aexyr avoided contact with other people. It simply wasn't in his nature to touch or be touched, with a few exceptions. The light squeeze of Urien's arm had been an impulsive move, one he wasn't likely to repeat anytime soon, but it seemed to have accomplished something. If only for now, the prince seemed to think a bit more highly of him. That was something.And anyway, it seemed as though Urien didn't get much in the way of casual contact. He had no doubt that the other fae had people to help him up at times, to help him dress, and so on, but that was different from actually being touched. It was clinical. This was more personal. Perhaps he had needed that.Urien's suggestion reminded Aexyr that, in his determination to concoct a strong tonic, he had neglected to eat since the day before. It wasn't the first time that had happened. So engrossed in studies and honing his craft, the fae often forgot to nourish himself until the gnawing ache in his stomach reminded him to take a break."I would hardly think to oppose a meal," he said. "There will be plenty of time for reading afterward." For Urien to read to him, anyway. He wasn't sure how much he liked his reliance on another person, but it couldn't be helped. Smiling at the dark fae's particular way of accepting his offer of a meal - no loss of face, no admission he'd not thought to ask for a meal himself - Urien simply caught Haldren's eye and nodded. Standing off to one side, the attendant had been hovering in a way that Urien knew meant the food he had requested earlier was ready to be brought from the kitchens. Trays of fruit and sweet meats, carefully poached eggs from the game birds that lived on the forest floor, freshly baked breads and pastries would be on a line of trays stretching into the corridor, waiting for his word to bring out. The spread was far, far more than he could stomach and Urien had come to suspect that in tempting his appetite, the servants piled the plates high with treats and morsels that they themselves liked best. After all, when it went back to the kitchen mainly untouched, it would be them to finish it off. Urien didn't really have it in him to blame them for making the most of the situation."I hope you're hungry," he warned Aexyr, shifting to the edge of the bench and picking up his crutches. A pause as he made certain of his footing, and he hauled himself upright with some effort - a cautious Haldren barely held himself back from leaping in to offer assistance as Urien wavered, leaning heavily on the supports as he finally managed to secure the catches holding his braces rigid on his own. "They seem to think they need to feed a small village every meal. Come.The table is this way, beneath the morning jasmine. Careful. Some of the flags are uneven." Some part of Aexyr had hoped the servants would simply bring the food to them. Just to spare himself the trouble of finding his way to the table. As such, he had to consciously hold in a sigh when he learned otherwise. Time would give him better control over his situation, but with barely a few weeks under his belt, he felt not entirely unlike a newborn fawn awkwardly trying to find his footing. Only considerably less graceful."No doubt to fill their own stomachs when you send back whatever remains," he suggested, moving up onto his feet. He waited for Urien to advance a few steps before carefully sweeping his cane along the veranda, checking for obstacles before he fell into step behind the other fae.The veranda ended in a few short but wide steps, and Aexyr grumbled quietly as he felt for each one before descending. Between the braces, crutches, and cane, he and Urien must have been a sight. Had he not despised the weakness his blindness presented, he might have thought to laugh at it despite not having a strong sense of humor."Will anyone be joining us?" Besides the watchful Halren, of course. Urien cast a glance at Aexyr at his comment, smile brightening for a moment with a flash of humour. "No doubt," he agreed, though it was clear the fact that his servants were likely creating themselves a feast did not particularly bother him. "It is custom in some lands, I believe, to set food for the village in front of the king for him to take his pick. At least nothing is wasted and the kitchens are busy; I'd rather that than turn out our cooks becuase I have no appetite for feasts."The verranda gave way to a second, broader terrace below, lawn and wide shingle pathways up to the raised parapet where the terrace fell away sharply, giving way to the slope of the landscape and the view of the valley below. Urien drew in a breath, savouring the sweetness of the flowering plants that tangled on the arbour that arched over the table set for their morning feast. "It's beautiful this morning. It would be a lovely day for a ride." And then to Aexyr's question as he took his seat. "I'm not expecting anyone, but that is not to say someone from the council won't see fit to join us. My privacy is a rather outdated concept to them." His smile pulled a little thinner there. "I suppose between them they have suffered more than enough loss to want to see it happen again. Seeing my brother... that was trial enough." Perhaps the years spent embracing an impending death had matured the young fae, for he sounded like a remarkably gracious royal. Not at all like most others Aexyr had encountered in his time. He found most nobles to be spoiled, selfish; the silver spoons with which they had been born had made them so. He wondered if Urien's greatly reduced lifespan had made him more humble.Finding a seat proved slightly problematic for the darker fae, who no longer had the sound of Urien's steps and crutches to guide him. His cane touched the feet of the table, and it was with a slightly unsteady hand that he reached to find the backboard of a chair. It took him a try or two, all while silently cursing his clumsiness, and it was with a deep sigh of relief that he sank into a chair opposite Urien."I can only imagine," he replied. "So many losses in such short succession would rattle anyone. With any luck, we will spare them another." Although he knew that Urien had no faith in the possibility of his survival, Aexyr did. If he had anything to do about it, Urien would live to see many more centuries, marry, father heirs."I'm afraid that I'm at a loss for deciphering the menu today," the fae remarked, settling his cane against the edge of the table. "Perhaps you would be kind enough to tell me what the cooks have laid out." He would insist upon finding the plates himself, but that was all. Had Urien known Aexyr thought him gracious, he would have chuckled a little at the dark fae. Gracious and graceful were different, of course, but both had grace at the heart of them and that tied closely to dignity, something which Urien sometimes felt a stranger to. In fact, he cursed himself silently that he had not thought to direct the new alchemist to a seat, despite the fact that he was certain the fae would have spurned his efforts to help.Taking stock of the many dishes on offer, Urien fell to wondering how many were specific to their regions, their court. Well, Aexyr would soon let him know if the food was not to his liking, of that he was certain. "In front of you is a platter of dried fruits. To the right are honey cakes, and pastries made with nuts. Just near me, in the bowl, is a... kind of porridge, but made with ground almonds. It's not so sweet, but very traditional for breakfast with honey, and the fresh yoghurt just beside it. There is more fruit, fresh apples, pears. The first of the berries. On the left are boiled eggs in their shells, freshly baked rolls. Cheeses, should you want them. More sweatmeats. A choice of teas. Our coffee - you might be accustomed to a different flavour. Yes... I think I have covered everything here. I haven't eaten meat for a long while, but if you would like something additional, just ask. Our kitchens are more than willing."Reaching forward for the almond porridge, Urien spooned himsel a small portion, treating it as he had described, with yoghurt and honey and a scattering of berries before picking up a spoon. "Halren, perhaps you could choose a selection of our most traditional pastries and sweetmeats for our guest to try? Thank you." Navigating through such a vast selection was going to be a problem, of that he was sure. Particularly because he didn't intend to accept any help. As such, he took careful note of the items Urien mentioned and their location. Some he could find simply by smelling them - but the aroma of coffee proved too strong in most places.He could smell the pastries, however, and decided then that something simple would be the best option. Opting for something that required the use of a knife and a fork, or indeed even the porridge that would require him to find honey and yogurt as well, was just too complicated. He knew he would make a mess or look pathetic, neither of which sounded especially appealing."I will manage, Halren. Thank you." His dismissal prompted the man to raise his brows. Halren cast his glance at Urien, as though to make sure backing off was alright, by which point Aexyr had already busied himself with finding a plate of pastries. The dried fruits sat directly before him and were equally easy to find. Once he had shuffled a bit of each onto his plate, he sat back with a pleased sigh, glad to have at least gotten his own portion of food."Your cooks certainly do spoil you, Your Highness," he complimented after a testing bite of pastry. "If I may ask, how is your appetite of late?" Urien was practically wasting away; he wouldn't have been surprised to hear that eating was a chore as well. Perhaps Urien should not have been surprised that Aexyr warned Halren off so determindly, but he had taken care to phrase the suggestion well. It would be even more tiring, he realised than dancing around Aexyr trying not to cause offence; the man was determined, it seemed, to do nothing that he could not do on his own. He let out a sigh of his own, eyes flickering over the dark fae with something of a frown and he nodded slightly, a brief look to Halren to agree with the man's dismissal."My appetite..?" Urien stretched forward, reaching to take one of the honey cakes from the serving plate with smile, and he leaned over, slipping it onto Aexyr's plate. "These used to be my favourite, when I was a boy. They taste different to me now." Something made him pause a moment, all but frozen as his arm brushed against Aexyr's and a soft, sudden rush of heat clawed at his skin, making his heart thud a little harder.Flustered, he swallowed hard, breathing deeply to try to control the flush. Another symptom? But not altogether unpleasant at all. Steeling himself against whatever it may have been, again Urien reached forward, this time for the bowl of berries he had already taken from for himself, to serve his guest. "I-um. I can can stomach fruit better than some things. These grow wild on the hillside - we've tried to cultivate them but they don't take. I like the texture still. I enjoy eating them. Most things taste good enough to tolerate. Far better than your concoction anyway."A smile and he cleared his throat softly, hoping that the jibe, was not taken too seriously, nor his help as too much of a bruise on the man's pride. "Hospitality is important to us, Aexyr. You are my guest and it pleases me to show you the delicacies my kitchens have to offer. I don't know what you are familiar with, nor have I any idea about the dishes local to you and I would hope if I visited, you would select things for me that I might enjoy. Is that okay?" The touch to his arm was... surprising. This time, Aexyr wasn't able toseeas he had before, but the brief sensation bestowed by Urien's skin came with something else entirely. A tingle of warmth at his wrist, traveling up his arm, settling in his shoulder. A pleasant heat. This the fae attributed to a great lack of personal contact, which Aexyr had given up for the most part by choice.It was easier not to grow attached to people. Attachments were inconvenient and messy, detracting from his focus on his work. Every so often, he would find an outlet, usually perfect strangers from town, but that was all. And as far as he remembered, none of them had made his skintinglejust from a quick brush. Interesting."Hm." Aexyr knew exactly what Urien was doing with the food. Under the guise of simply telling him about his favorite items, the prince managed to put more on his plate. This he did without asking, but at the same time without flaunting the fact that it was, for all intents and purposes, a way to help him make a full plate. It was all at once maddening and slightly endearing. Damn him anyhow."I would imagine most things taste better than that tonic," he agreed with a quiet chuckle. "My apologies. There is only so much one can do to mask the flavor of those herbs."At the mention of his hospitality, the dark fae took a moment to exhale, steeling his resolve, before finally nodding his defeat. "I suppose I am in no shape to decline your hospitality, Your Highness," he said, fumbling a moment to find the honey cake on his plate and rising it to his lips for a quick bite. "Were you in my part of the world, I would do the same." As best as he could without the use of his eyes, anyway."And while I remember..." Aexyr paused a moment, contemplative. "My apologies for drawing you away from meditation. I spend many hours in a similar state, and so I can understand its importance." "As long as you're certain the tonic is doing something, I'll suffer the taste. I'm sure my counsel didn't bring you he to feed me gourmet specialties. However much that might be preferable." Urien's smile warmed his voice when he spoke now, laughter echoing Aexyr's own. He hoped this was a sign ofAllowing help was difficult, out of anyone Urien knew that more than most and it wouldn't be wise, he felt, to dwell on it. It may have been some time since he'd been in Aexyr's position - unwilling to yet acknowledge that help was necessary - but he remembered how galling it had been to swallow his pride, and the anger that had come with admitting he had no other choice. That had been the most paralysing thing, he'd come to realise eventually, but only after long hours of contemplation and the meditation Aexyr was now apologising for disturbing."Today is a good day," he reassured, brushing off his apologies . "Tomorrow I might be less able to provide interesting conversation. We will see. Each day comes as it is." And then, "We could meditate together, if that would be agreeable to you. I would enjoy the company; in my court it is... an unusual practice. I would be interested to learn from you." Aexyr doubted he would have been able to provide anything gourmet, even if he had wanted to. He had never been much of a cook, less so now without the use of his eyes. Making food suitable to eat was one thing, but making meals? That had been another thing entirely. He was better off sticking to potions."I see," he nodded his understanding. "I suppose it stands to reason that you would have good and bad days." Depending on when the spirits visited. The fae was anxious to experience them come nightfall, provided they weren't initially dissuaded by his presence. He intended to remain constant, if only to strengthen his odds of seeing - figuratively - the spirits in action.The offer to join Urien in his meditation was a surprise. As he took a bite of cake, his brows raised as he mulled the idea. "In my experience, places like royal courts tend not to understand things of a more spiritual nature. Meditation among them. I would not oppose the idea," he added, "if you think my company might be beneficial. I find meditation quite therapeutic. Do you meditate every morning? I would be glad to join you tomorrow." He'd half expected Aexyr to spurn his request for company, and the lukewarm acceptance made him smile. The dark fae was certainly a strange one - that detachment of his worn like a shield and his armour all but impenetrable, as though even the slightest hint that he would have enjoyed Urien's company himself would have eroded his power entirely. "I try to make it a daily habit, yes, for as long as it takes for me to be summoned to some duty or other." He didn't think he needed to explain that on the bad days it was no simple habit, but a matter of necessity, simply to help him grit his teeth through every step. "As you say, a royal court does not have much understanding of spiritual matters. At least not those outwith the teachings of our old religion. And I've abandoned that doctrine more openly than perhaps was wise."Urien sat back after another mouthful, watching the mage eat instead, hoping that his guest enjoyed the things that he could no longer stomach. Although his bowl had been small to begin with Urien was doubtful he would finish the serving - he was already wrestling with a swell of nausea. "When you have eaten your fill, I suggest we request the most recent volume of the court annuals. If you are interested in my family's history it will be a good place to start. And if you do not object, I would like to ride out a little way. It's a fine day and who knows if I will be graced a better one." The added advantage of course, was that out of the palace walls, they would be away from the prying eyes and pricked ears of his well intentioned councilmen. "My horses know the trails well. You needn't worry about us finding our way." It wasn't in Aexyr's nature to share any sort of downtime, particularly of the meditative nature, with anyone else. Meditation was a time for privacy, which meant a great deal to a fae who spent so much of his time in self-imposed exile. He simply didn't share that kind of time with anyone.He supposed it had everything to do with needing to remain close to the prince, not out of any personal interest but so he could see just what he was up against. It would be slow going, he knew. But perhaps this would be good for both of them. Urien seemed to need company, and Aexyr wanted to be paid.Surprising, though, was that Urien wanted to ride with him. Aexyr was no stranger to horses, but without his eyes, he couldn't very well guide a steed anywhere. He couldn't find his own way around on two feet, much less on four hooves."About me findingmyway, you mean," he said. There was no need to sugarcoat the matter. "I would be glad to ride out with you, although I will have to rely on the capability of your horses." He knew that he wouldn't be able to follow otherwise, and he had absolutely no intention of riding on the back of Urien's horse."We can worry about the requisition of court annuals after," the fae noted. "Best to enjoy the day while there is still light." "Your way, and mine. I hardly have the strength to force a horse where it does not wish to go." Whatever Aexyr bridled against, he had never had the intention of asking the man to join him on his mount. There were other ways that were more decorous, more respectful to a mage of his status, if it became clear he needed someone to lead his mount. For a start, they could travel in tandem with the horses reined together, or even in caravan, one behind the next. "That makes our path a little limited, I'm afraid, but the sun will be enjoyable all the same."It was his turn to smile now. "I hardly think you care much about the light." But all the same, he found himself grateful that the man had not decided to launch straight into the work that he had determined must be done. He knew he would grudge it a little less if he had spent time with the man, and come to know him a little. "But thank you. I do. And you are quite right that I do not wish to waste the day. Will you be ready to leave directly?"He didn't need to intimate to Haldrin that he wished the horses to be prepared; the man knew when to listen and what details to act upon, and Urien was certain that by now word would already have reached the stables, and two horses would be being prepared, ready to be brought around as soon as they were finished with their meal. What a pair they would be, he mused. Although Aexyr would never have considered himself helpless, he knew that he had a long way to go before he was entirely independent. Riding horses was something he had all but given up when he had relinquished his sight, yet there he was, less than a month into his new world, ready to go on a ride. Urien was going to push him far outside his comfort zone in the days to come, of that he was sure."I can enjoy the light as much as the next man," the mage told him, only faintly aware of the sound of retreating footsteps. Halren, no doubt, off to the stables. "I may never see another sunrise, or observe the light as it sets, but I can still feel its warmth on my skin. If anything, I feel it more prominently now than before." There were many things he had never thought twice about when he had possessed perfect vision. Never would he regret his sacrifice, but with his world now entirely black as pitch, he couldn't help taking stock of the things he would miss."At your command, Your Highness." He nodded, polishing off a few more bites before nudging away his plate. Eating was a chore now, requiring much more of his focus. If at all possible, he intended to dine alone in the following days. "It will be good for me to explore the grounds, as much as I am able to." And some part of him, for whatever reason, nearly reveled in the opportunity to spend a bit more quality time with the prince. For the purpose of research, he reminded himself. "Oh I hope to go beyond the grounds at least a little way," Urien put in, pushing his own bowl back more to give Aexyr some audible clue that he too was finished with the meal than as a sign that he had imminently finished eating. After all, the meal had defeated him some minutes back. "I like the forest beyond the castle walls. I feel ...content there. In parts of it at any rate." It was an odd situation, he supposed, to feel so at home in the forest that was the source of his demise. He knew the creatures who came for him in the night, the ones who had founded this curse, were closely tied to the forest themselves, but still, he felt calmer amongst the trees, listening to the whisper of the wind in the leaves. The great wood spoke to him.Reaching for his crutches, Urien hauled himself to his feet, his gaze shifting to the mage once he had steadied himself and locked the joints once more. "The stables lie back towards your side of the castle." No doubt Aexyr had smelled them before this morning; though they were kept as clean as possible, the smell of so many horses stabled, of sweet straw and mash, and of course fresh dung, was unmistakable. "I will no doubt need more time than you to be ready, but if we make our way now I'm sure Halren will have the horses prepared and waiting."The advantages of the brace that kept him standing, supporting his weakened legs at his hips and knees, and taking the strain from wasted muscle to prevent gravity taking it's course and causing him to simple buckle to the ground, was not such a benefit for riding. Urien cast a glance to Aexyr as he led the man away, weighing up making the admission with saving a little of his own pride. Eventually the desire to build a bridge by showing the man who would cure him the truth of his weaknesses won through, even if embarrassment made his cheeks glow fiercely. "I... I cannot ride with my legs braced, you see. It keeps my... my hips from bending, and... well. That's little use for straddling anything." In truth, it was often a relief to be free of the contraption he had to buckle into so tightly just to keep standing.Halren was well practiced at helping his master to saddle his favoured horse. So long had they been going through this ritual, that one of the stables was portioned off from the horses, set out instead as a place for Urien to lie down and unbuckle himself from the creaking contraption beneath his robes and make himself decent again, before Halren came in to carry the royal to his waiting horse.As ever, Urien's grip on the horse's saddle was tight and his breathing a little hurried as he found his balance and got used to keeping himself upright, legs slack against the horse's sides, unable to grip on with his thighs as he had once managed without a thought. But his determination was steely and he soon had the reins in his hand and commanded the animal beneath him with a soft clack of his tongue. "Aexyr, when you're ready. Halren can tie our horses in together head to head, if you would rather that than follow behind." Urien's desire to venture further away from the building seemed a bit ambitious. He could barely walk without assistance; how well could he control a horse so far from those who might assist him? Aexyr certainly wouldn't be of any help. Talk about the blind leading the blind. Regardless, something told him that Urien had done this before, and would again in spite of the risks. That defiant sense of independence was... refreshing.The mage was silent for a time, following the sound of Urien's crutches to the stables. He wasn't terribly chatty to begin with, but he found it much easier to follow a specific sound when he isolated it. Talking too much would have only distracted him, and the last thing he wanted was to appear more foolish than he already felt.Upon arriving at the stable, Aexyr was paired with a stablehand who led him to his mount, a regal ebony beast with a gleaming, braided mane. As was typical of the headstrong fae, he declined the offer of help, waiting until the creature was properly saddled to climb up onto his back. There he waited, adjusting the thin black fabric shielding his ruined eyes from view. The wounds, still fresh, ached anew when he had a few moments alone to register the pain, particularly as he tightened the knot at the back of his head. None of the pain, however, showed on his face."Head to head, if you don't mind," he said, largely to salvage his pride, but it had a practical application as well. "I would find it much easier to hold a conversation that way." He didn't need to mention that he wouldn't have been caught dead trailing behind anyone, even royalty. "Will we be accompanied? Or would Your Highness mind terribly if I monopolized your company for the afternoon?" Urien didn’t see this as an act of defiance. His condition had been a deterioration rather than a dramatic plunge into a different way of living, and as such he had worked through ways of adapting so that he could continue with the things he loved. Being hitched into his saddle was not the same by any means as bridling his own steed and taking off into the forest on a whim as he had loved to do in his youth. But with his horse, he had independence.The roan he was mounted on, was his most trusted horse - he had painstakingly taken the time to train the mare along with his body’s deterioration, so that she knew the clack of his tongue, a certain touch to the shoulder, a few spoken words and how to respond to each one. He had the same control he once might have done with the nudge of his heels against her flank, and arguably a closer bond with his horse because of it.His smile reappeared and he looked towards Aexyr as his horse was led side on to his own. “We shan’t be accompanied. I value my privacy where I can snatch it; I usually take my rides alone.” Alone from attendance and assistance, he hoped the mage realised. The invitation had been freely given, and it wasn’t company he resented, rather than the closing down of private space. “I am happy to be monopolized by you, Aexyr. I’ll admit I’m intrigued to know what you have planned."When the horses had been tethered together, Urien made a final check and gave a final warning, “Ready?” before he urged his horse out of the stables with a purposeful “Let’s go,” and a soft double click of his tongue.The pace was easy at first – a slow, steady stroll, hooves chiming rhythmically against the cobbles and he directed them along the path, and out of the gates with only the occasional glance to Aexyr at his side, to ensure he was leaving enough room for both horses to pass side by side. The horses were steady, solid creatures and Aexyr looked quite regaI on the black, even with his eyes bound.The tension in him was unmistakable though. "I won't lead you too far astray," he promised with a teasing smile as they left the metalled road for a dirt track that welcomed them into the cool of the forest's dappled shade. It felt a step too far to ask Aexyr to relax, but the implied request hung between them. Some part of Aexyr wondered just how practical it was to ride a horse without his vision. He had considered a good many alternatives to common practices before he had engaged in the ritual. His solution for long travel had been hired carriages, and as such, he had never expected to ride horseback again.That made the experience all the more alarming for the mage, although he fought not to show it, keeping a firm grip of the reins and locking his legs tightly around the regal creature's flanks as he felt the animal take his first step. The pace was easy enough, a leisurely stroll down the paved path, but Aexyr couldn't quite shake the notion that the horse would go its own way, and that he would be helpless to stop it.He was, for all intents and purposes, at the mercy of Urien's will. He didn't quite like the idea, but he had little choice, and by the time they made their way onto the softer, unpaved trail leading into the wooded area, he had calmed considerably. By no accounts did he know Urien enough to trust him, but he was fairly comfortable in the knowledge that if they went too far astray, the prince with his weak legs would have been at a worse disadvantage."I will hold you to that," he said at last, and despite himself he chuckled softly under his breath. Aexyr didn't quite know how to relax, but this came close. Something about the environment, the soft cries of the animals and the gentle chirping of insects in the trees, did well to soothe him. Itfeltcalmer, and eventually it rubbed off on the mage, who for a time didn't seem quite as guarded."As a youth, I found great solace in the woods," Aexyr mentioned, loosening his grip on the leather reins and giving his horse a gentle stroke to the side of his neck. "My mentor preferred to work in the cellar, but I found it much easier to learn and practice outdoors. Even now, I find it considerably more conducive to my work." Dark mages may have had a reputation for ruthlessness, for tapping into magic that had a stronger and yes, darker, edge, but here, as Urien looked over to see Aexyr stroking the horse's neck, he only saw gentleness. The same care for nature and life that he aimed to show. They weren't so very different. The royal found himself smiling as the mage talked about working out in the open. "I should very much like to stay outside as long as possible - to make the most of my last season. All the better if your work is aided by the open space. I can't imagine any cellar would be conducive to understanding anything about the world." Nor really could he understand how blinding ones self was supposed to help the mage to see more. But that was done, and no more reversable than the damage the curse had wrought on his body.With another soft clicking of his tongue, Urien caught his mount's attention, though he paused before his next command to let Aexyr know what he planned.. "There is a long straight path ahead of us. It runs down to the stream, and there is a clearing there where I sometimes like to stop. The path is even and it's a good run for a gallop, if you're happy to give your horse his head." No, Urien wasn't going to for Aexyr to give him trust he didn't want to share, but he for one valued pushing at the points where he was restrained, of speeding through the undergrowth, trusting to the strength and agility of the horse beneath him. "Of course, we can continue at a walk if you would rather." Although hardened by years of isolation, dedicating himself to his work and forsaking more traditional relationships with those around him, Aexyr had something of a weakness for horses, and animals in general. Where men would lie, pit the one against the other for a chance at advancement, animals were by nature honest. He had found horses in particular to be quite pleasant company, and if treated well, they were loyal companions. But one had to work for their obedience, and one misstep would poison the well. He could relate to that."I imagine Your Highness would prefer to spend time outdoors when possible," he remarked, stroking softly down along the stallion's front flank. The animal still regarded him with caution, he could feel its tentative behavior, but each extra bit of attention did well to soothe him. "Given your history, I would not be surprised to hear that those around you would prefer to keep you indoors. Frankly, I could see that doing more harm to you than good."Urien was daring, that was for certain. Especially if he intended to go into a full gallop with his horse, despite the uselessness of his legs. What if he was to fall? Aexyr certainly wouldn't have been much help to him. In truth, the fae found himself more concerned for the prince than himself, but he was not about to waste what sounded like a lovely opportunity. "Why walk when we could run?" Reinstating a firm grip on the reins, Aexyr waited for Urien's command, before giving his horse a well-timed, well-restrained kick, urging him to follow behind. Urien glanced over at Aexyr, smile widening with happiness as he realised that the mage wasn't going to mutter our a series of disapproving attempts to restrain what he wanted to do. He was forcing the man to take a risk - to trust him and his horses, as well as the path in front of them, and it would have been all too easy for him to hold up Urien's condition as a reason for refusing to join him. But he had not. "Being inside all the time makes me feel like I'm already dead."But despite the darkness of his words, there was a lightness to his tone, appreciative laughter in there as Aexyr prepared himself, securing his grip on the reins. "I hoped you'd say that." And with a gleeful whoop and a firm command to his horse, Aexyr set them both racing. The gallop was not as smoothly controlled as it might have once been - he truly had no choice but to give his horse her head - but the rush, the feel of the animal beneath him, the strength of her and the power of every pace and her breathing was as much the same as it always had been. Now he was firmly strapped where before he would have been able to grip with his thighs, but he had no worry of falling unless the saddle itself was to break. The only danger he'd come to would be if the horse lost its footing, but the path was true and there were no holes along the way to pit it, and wrong foot their mounts. With her head free, Urien's horse could choose her own path enough to navigate safely.But the run couldn't last forever, and as the path drew to an end, Urien began to pull them up, to slow the pace as the woodland opened out, the loam that had echoed beneath their horses' hooves now covered with meadow grass that grew in the sun drenched clearing. He was panting slightly from the effort of holding on, and there was a slight burn in his lungs with each breath he drew, but he wouldn't trouble Aexyr with that. As the mage had already established, pain was not new to him. "We're in a clearing. There's a stream where the horses can drink. I used to stop here all day and watch the forest around me. It's my favourite place." The prince glanced to the mage again, fingers smoothing over his horse's neck as she ambled slowly to the water's edge to drink."We could stay a while. If you'll help me down. Perfect place for reading." Before recent days had seen him making major adjustments to how he went about his life, Aexyr had been an exceptional equestrian. He had spent many an hour on horseback, exploring the forest, keeping one particularly eccentric stallion as a companion in his otherwise solitary life. The animal still had a place in his countryside home, cared for by a temporary stable hand until he returned. Perhaps for a while after, if he wasn't able to adjust to the darkness quickly enough.If only for the sake of nostalgia, he found it rather relaxing to leave the castle behind them and take off for the trees. He couldn't see their destination, but it seemed to matter little. With the wind in his hair, the sun on his face, it nearly felt as it always had. For that, he nearly felt a debt of gratitude to Urien, for giving him a small glimpse back into the world he had left behind, whether the young prince knew it or not.Some time later, when they slowed, Aexyr relaxed a bit and lessened the slack on the reins, waiting for the horse beneath him to settle alongside his companion. He heard water, smelled the fragrance of flower bushes; a nice enough place to stop and rest.A moment later, the mage dismounted, leaving his cane strapped to the horse's side as cargo. If they had no plans to venture out on foot, he had no need for it. He found his way to Urien easily enough, soothing his horse with a gentle stroke to her flank before assisting the other fae in loosening the restraints holding his legs to her body. It was no easy task, particularly as he had to feel for the edge of each clasp and how it fastened. A new challenge.When at last the final clasp came loose, Aexyr helped Urien to swing both of his legs to one side, after which he held out both hands for him, ready to brace his weight. "Come," he urged. "You look as though you would be more comfortable on the grass." Urien helped with the clasps that held him in as best he could, but those lower down, he was wary of reaching for, knowing that he was likely to slip from the smooth seat of the saddle if he reached too far. And so he was forced to sit still, watching as the mage unfastened his legs, and he gripped the hilt of the saddle to ensure he didn't fall. The man's seeking hands on him made his cheeks flush slightly, though he couldn't quite fathom why that should be. His own men helped him often enough, but then, they had no reason to touch the way that Aexyr was now. His fingers searched in a different way - touching to see, to understand the fastenings, but it was also the first time, Urien realised, that he would know the true extent of his frailty - the thinness of his legs and the uselessness of them. Of course, his men saw him as he was every day, helped him to move his legs the way that the mage did now, but they had always known, always seen him just like this - the ailing prince and nothing more. Aexyr's blindness had, briefly, allowed him to be more than that. Even if he had been brought to stop him dying.He was huffing a little with the effort of shifting in the saddle, his knuckles white from gripping the leather so tightly as he'd pulled his all but limp leg up and over, glad of Aexyr's grip keeping him steady until he was ready to slip down. Now, he looked at Aexyr's outstretched hands, conceding a small laugh as the mage commented on how he looked. Still fiercely gripping the saddle for a moment longer, Urien steeled himself with a deep breath before he made a mad grab for Aexyr's shoulders, and his whole body slipped."Don't drop me!" Urien clung tighter, the fearful shake in him evident as he tried to pull himself up and the weight of his legs dropped sharply, tugging him down. That leap, where he had to let himself fall, unable to stop himself, was the most terrifying thing of all. "Please don't drop me." As tight as he clung, he didn't have the strength to hold himself up for long. His own legs wouldn't brace to take his weight, and all at once he realised how foolish he was being, trusting himself to a man he barely knew. And what was this? Why his whole body hot, and why was his heart racing, and his skin burning with a fierce tingle like the thrum of that unpleasant potion the man had asked him to swallow?The prince closed his eyes, breathing heavy, fighting the strangest urge to moan at the close press of their bodies. "Aexyr, move away from the horses. Please. I can't... I can't hold myself for very long." Although the dark fae's frame was a sickly sort of slender, not entirely unlike the prince he was charged with curing, he had more in the way of strength than his slight body let on. It wasn't easy getting Urien out of the saddle, but he had little trouble holding his weight when, in the absence of his leg braces, Urien all but collapsed in his arms. He had no intention of dropping him, although the prince still sounded fearful. Or perhaps it was embarrassment at being made to rely on a stranger. Aexyr couldn't have faulted him for that."I won't." The mage rearranged the prince a bit, carefully sliding both of his upper limbs beneath Urien's arms, hands clasped at the center of his back, ensuring he wouldn't slip down. It seemed that he didn't need the prince's legs to hold his weight; he was only too capable of compensating. And if he was completely honest with himself, he didn't exactly hate having to take care of him this way. Aexyr was not a caretaker by nature, but... it wasn't so bad.Without asking permission, Aexyr slid one arm out from behind his charge, bending down to sweep it beneath his legs, scooping him up into a more secure hold. "Guide me," he said. "I can hear the water, and so I know which waynotto go. But I need you to tell me where I can set you down." For the time being, the dark fae was content to be Urien's legs, if the prince agreed to be his eyes. Embarrassment and fear combined was a nasty combination that made him feel exceptionally weak in ways that were not solely to do with his lack of strength. He had a calm way usually, and he had resigned to let himself go with the flow of live and the energies of this world, even as they drew him towards death, but in moments like these, that calm resignation slipped. Aexyr's strength was at once surprising, and also something that felt entirely expected. The physical strength of the mage hadn't been something he'd dwelt on before now, but it seemed his dark, slender form and severe outlook disguised more than just great power with magic.His grip tightened as he felt the mage shift his grip, but the panic was only for a moment, as he scooped an arm under Urien's legs and he could at last relax the grip around the man's shoulders. One arm stayed looped about his neck, and he twisted to see the ground ahead as best he could from this position. Ahead, before they got to the stream, there was a clearing that looked suitable. He shifted slightly, stretching up to see a little better. This wasn't so bad - using each other to make up for their deficiencies."Ahead is clear. I know the river is that way, but it's a little way off. The forest opens out just to the right a little way. The grass is long so tread carefully, but there's no sedge. It shouldn't be boggy or damp. You'll feel the sun. It's bright over there."Urien kept careful watch on their progress, warning of odd divots in the ground, or obstacles to pass around. For such a small way to walk, there were a great many things he would not have considered worth note when it came to navigation until he realised that Aexyr had no knowledge of them."Here. Just here," he said, letting out a soft sigh as he felt the glow of the sun on his shoulders. He'd always felt there was something special about this place in the depths of the woods that housed the very creatures who had cursed his family. Without thinking, Urien's cold hand curled lightly around Aexyr's neck. "It's beautiful," he whispered. "It feels like old magic. Doesn't it? I always think that. Just here, I could be part of the forest. And I don't care if it wants to take me back." Aexyr hadn't had enough experience with his blindness to take himself around with any confidence, much less another person. As he made to move away from the horse, he wondered how good of an idea it was to hold Urien like this, partially because it seemed highly inappropriate, but largely because he operated under the constant fear that he would trip and hurt the prince before he had the chance to heal him.Fortunately, Urien was a good navigator, and they made it to the clearing with little trouble. From there, he could feel the warmth of the sun breaking through the trees ahead. He still expected to register the faint presence of light from behind his closed eyelids, a phantom shadow of the brightness outside, but there was none. Only an endless abyssal black. On some level, he missed the sunlight. The rest of him, however, found the darkness rather uncomplicated. Less to distract him.Before he had the opportunity to set the prince down, the fae registered the sensation of a cool hand at the back of his neck. It felt nearly intimate, which made him freeze in place. He wasn't comfortable with intimacy of any sort, much less intimacy from someone he barely knew. All the same, it felt almost nice - not that he would allow himself to enjoy it."Yes, well." The dark fae cleared his throat, waiting a beat before kneeling down, slowly, to let Urien rest on the plush blanket of grass blades. "I imagine your people would disagree with you on that." Urien was the last of his kin, the only figure in the doomed monarchy left to show strength. Surely they would notice, and grieve, if he was to fade away. And Aexyr, for his part, had no desire to fail in his mission."That being said..." He allowed himself a moment of quiet, drinking in the feel of the forest. It was very much alive, teeming with magic, something that he found rather comforting and familiar. "There is a rather inescapable sense of calm here." Not at all like the castle, which bustled regularly with people and noises. "I find this place much more suited to thinking. It reminds me very much of my own home." Once he was set down, Urien shifted to a more stable position so that he could sit comfortably in the mossy grass. There were small flowers peaking up between the blades of grass and he recognised a few herbs used in more common potions pushing up in soft clumps around them. He relaxed back onto his elbows, letting out a soft sigh of contentment almost as though he was breathing in the feel of the forest itself."It's beautifully calm," the prince agreed. "I'd come here every day if I could. My people disagree with most things I want to do, so there isn't really much change in that." He looked towards Aexyr, falling silent for a moment as he watched him settle."Your home must be very special," he said at last. "I'm sorry to have had you ripped away from it." He looked towards the stream, frowning at the glint of sunlight on the water and he shook his head. He would miss this place. Coming here. "I shouldn't think you'll be forced to stay away long. I hope to see the summer out, but I've been told that may be optimistic."He shifted again, rolling onto his side and stretching to carefully uncover a low, sprawling clump of birdsfoot trefoil in the grass. A smile lit Urien's face at the discovery. "Will you tell me about your home? I had such plans to see the other kingdoms when I was younger. It won't happen now - and that I do regret." Urien seemed so at peace with the promise of his impending death that it was almost infuriating. Aexyr had no personal stake in his demise, of course. Princes died all the time. Regardless, it seemed almost a shame to have such a bright light extinguished so early into its lifespan. The mage was the antithesis of a bright light, having shrouded himself in darkness some time ago, but he could appreciate one where he - for lack of a better word - saw one."I can understand why you have such low expectations," he remarked, folding his legs beneath him and resting back, his hands buried in the blades of grass behind him. "But if I accomplish nothing else in my time here, it will be to allow you to see the end of summer. You have my word." Extensive research would need to be done to accomplish even that. Something told him he would have to deal directly with the forest spirits, which in itself was dangerous - but he would be damned if he didn't do what he could to help Urien live."Mm?" The dark fae tilted his head toward Urien, then bowed it a bit in thought. "My home. Well..." He had never thought to describe it to anyone else. In truth, he had never spoken much about himself to begin with. So closed off to the outside world, he had never made a connection with anyone, much less opened up about his life, or even matters of home."When last I saw it," Aexyr told him, "it was beautiful. I make my home in the center of the forest, far from cities and towns. It is a pure place, surrounded by lush berry bushes and fruit trees. A stream runs through it, and opens into a wide meadow where wild herbs and medicinal flowers tend to grow. I keep a small garden, so it is rather self-sustaining. I have little need to travel outside, save for when work calls me away." Aexyr was a strange man, but Uriens thought him kind, and despite the darkness of him, much less objectionable than the Light Fae who had come from all corners of the kingdom to treat him with their snake oil and mumblings. No, Aexyr wasn't like them, and the prince appreciated that. He had his own preoccupations and he had been pulled, unwillingly away from his calm life. Whatever reason he had for deciding to stay, Uriens was sure it was neither vanity nor for the promise of reward. Indeed, he found himself inclined to trust him when he gave his word. Uriens looked up at his strikingly pale face that contrasted so starkly with the raven black of his hair and he let out a small sigh, the trace of his smile audible in the exhale. "I believe that you will do everything that you can. But I fear this is too large a curse for any one fae to break. So, we should come here often. I want to feel the sun on my skin for as many days as I do have. However many that may be."He watched Aexyr sit back, his eyes once again tracing the man's sharp features and settling on the fabric that covered over the man's eyes as he spoke, first looking towards him and then just as sightlessly, down to the ground beneath them. The prince let his eyes drift closed at the description of a place not so very different from where they sat just now. "Mm. It sounds like paradise. I should like to live like that. I think my ancestors meant for this kingdom to be that way when the built the castle here. But when the curse came they built the castle walls more solidly, and there are only a few pockets left where the trees aren't dense and stifling around it." He paused a moment, pushing himself to sit more upright, keeping his balance carefully with his calloused hands. "Tell me what you grow? I try to encourage my people to cultivate the gardens in the castle for all that we need, but more exotic things find favour with court, and some imbecile once decreed I was being poisoned by something in the soil of the grounds, since everything I ate originated there." Uriens let out a weary sigh at that. "Another thing my people disagree with me on."He bit his lip a moment, worrying the flesh as he debated with himself over whether the question he wanted to ask was too impertinent. Perhaps it was, but with the little time he had left, he didn't always have the luxury of drawing out politeness to gradually work around to getting the answer to what he wanted to know. And besides, the prince was used to being told what he wanted to know. "Do you have servants? I only wonder how you will manage your home and your crops, now..." He swallowed softly. "Your eyes, I mean. Will you... will your vision return, over time? I hate to think you should have to give it up. I shouldn't ever want to, if I had a home like that." It seemed like the royals' attempts to shield Urien and his kin from the curse had focused strongly on keeping things out, when truly there was no way to keep the spirits from coming. Spirits weren't bound by the limitations of walls. If anything, Aexyr fancied that the only way to appease them was to include them, rather than try to exorcise them. Trying to put distance between them and the prince wouldn't do anything. Working with them, however, was a viable option, provided they didn't take his presence as an insult."Other than herbs for my potion-making," the dark fae told him, "most of what I grow are root vegetables, but I do have the occasional fruit tree flanking the house itself. I imagine they will be in season soon, or they will be by the time I leave you."Aexyr had been quite content to keep a sort of distance between himself and Urien, a professional distance that afforded them both a bit of privacy, but it appeared that Urien wanted to actually learn about him. To know what his life was like. Ordinarily, Aexyr would have backed off and refused to answer personal questions, but somehow he felt inclined to cooperate. He suspected it had to do with Urien's easy nature, which made it simple to simply relax and discuss such things."I have no need for servants," he said, nodding no. "My home is not so large that I require them. Although I have employed a local farmer to see to the gardens. As for my eyes..." Once more, he shook his head. "My eyesight is gone. That was the sacrifice I made, and a sacrifice is worth nothing if it is only temporary. I will never see with them again, but I gained the ability to see in other ways, and that is well worth what I gave." Uriens smiled at Aexyr, his imagination picking up the details that the dark fae left off, and supplying details that made his home seem the perfect retreat, tucked deep into a forest just like this one. Perhaps in a very similar clearing. "I should like to see it," he said softly, though he let out a sigh as soon as he had done. "Though it is unlikely that I ever shall. I like hearing about the world beyond here." He shook his head, and let the momentary stab of fear and darkness in him fade away."We- have fruit trees. In the walled garden. There's a fig that gives the most perfect purple fruits. It hasn't fruited for nearly two years now. I hope it will this year - there's nothing quite the same when they're so warm from the sun. And you can just... reach up and pluck them."Perhaps another man might have felt pity for Aexyr at his blindness, but Uriens knew from his reading, some of the reasons behind what he had done. And that set his loss as sacrifice more than anything. "I'm sorry Aexyr - I meant I should hate to think you'd have to give up your garden. I think... I think I understand some of why you have offered a sacrifice." The prince fell quiet for a moment, leaning back on his elbows and calming his breathing as a tangle of discomfort flowed through his limbs. His brow furrowed above closed eyes, but he didn't say a word. Only the gulp of his swallow gave him away."What- what is it that you have gained? I should think I would give a great many things only to be rid of this pain. Would it work that way, or is it only that you must lose something to receive something far greater?" "You need not be sorry," Aexyr assured, directing his bound face toward the sound of Urien's voice. "I am not sorry for what I have lost. I would be remiss to say I have not built an attachment to this world, but what I have gained from the sacrifice is worth everything. I was not born with the ability to see into the past or the future," he explained. "By giving up my eyes, I took it for myself. Although I will admit it is not yet as... stable as I would like."He hadn't been sorry to see the world vanish. He still wasn't, not even as he felt the warm summer sun that he would never again lay eyes upon. Nor when he heard the cool breeze rustling the leaves, the greens of which he would never know. He hadn't been sorry to say goodbye to sunsets or moonlit skies, or ripples in the pond, or the familiarity of his home. The only thing he missed was the ability to see people, and consequently his ability to read them. Aexyr trusted no one, and he trusted them even less when he couldn't see their faces.Fortunately, Urien had yet to give him reason to distrust him. The fae was, by all accounts, the least likely to prove untrustworthy, simply owing to how little time he had remaining. If anything, Aexyr found him to be rather forthcoming as a result of his advanced illness. If he dared to think it, he was growing rather fond of the other fae, which was a marvel in itself. The mage had always had a hard time forming attachments; that he had managed to form one already struck him as bizarre, and not something he cared to share."Perhaps one of these days, I will see into your future that I may better change it. You may have given in, but I have not. Not until I see it for myself." Uriens watched Aexyr closely, his eyes tracking the proud tilt to the dark fae's jaw as he spoke about what he had given up, and why he had chosen to do so - what he hoped to gain in return. He truly hoped the man's sacrifice was worth it - that the ability he sought gave him all he hoped it would. He had his doubts. If Aexyr could only look back, or forward, then his focus would always be elsewhere - he'd not be so present in the moment of his own life, simply looking from a distance at other people's.He pulled a thin smile at the man's determination. "We all know what my future holds - and if you see it, doesn't that mean the die is already cast? The past of my family is well enough documented. I shouldn't like to swap with you, my friend. One thing I've learnt, is to treasure every moment rather than constantly to look at what came before, or what there will be to follow." Just for this afternoon, he should have liked not to talk of cures and curses and the inevitability of both. But it was all inescapable - as much a part of the present as the past. "There's too much we seek to control that we should have no hand in. I know your magic grants you things that others can't touch, but... I do feel that we try to reach too far."Discomfort touched him, making him wince at an unexpected pang that drove hot and sharp down his thigh as he shifted on his elbows. For a moment, Uriens went very still, his eyes closed and his breathing purposefully restrained. It took a great deal out of him to focus on the warmth of the sun on his skin, rather than the dancing jolt along his side that curled along the same path as a ray of dusty sunbeams, full of tree pollen and likely the touch of the forest sprites sapping from him what they could, with curling, invisible hands that caressed him, even as they caused him pain. Then the clouds shifted, and the onslaught abated. Uriens pulled himself more upright, drawing his leg closer to him and rubbing at the sight of the pain with hands that still shook from the memory of it. This hadn't happened here before."Aexyr? I think that we should go home. The forest doesn't welcome me today." In the moments that followed, Urien appeared remarkably distracted by something. Without the ability to see him with his own eyes, Aexyr had no way of knowing what had startled him so, but in the air around him, he began to feel presences aside from their own. Not malevolent ones by any means, but not necessarily ones that were friendly to the prince.The mage knew then that the spirits had come to take more of what was owed to them. They had descended on what was usually neutral territory, to take energy from Urien, most likely causing him great pain in the process. Aexyr's first instinct was to go on the offensive, but he knew it would be of no use. Not against forest spirits who had the upper hand in this realm.Once it had abated, and Urien asked to leave, the dark fae nodded and began climbing up onto his feet. "Of course." Without further ceremony, he led himself to Urien and leaned down to pick him up once more, one arm under his shoulders, another beneath his knees, trusting the prince to guide him back to his horse, where he placed him in the saddle once more.Locking in the braces was a problem, as Aexyr had never before encountered such things. Feeling them offered no help, and so it was with a low sigh of displeasure that he turned his head up toward the other fae. "You will have to help me with these," he muttered, unhappy with his failure. "I have never seen them before."

Attone and Mortify (Observing Trifles, Monkeybee)

[3.5] The Coming of Memory - IC

{table=head]Player|Character Sheet|Race + Class tonberryking|Hyloe|Centaur Bard Invelios|Falias Dwhak|Wolf-totem barbarian/Warblade Sinfonian|Jevin Feal|Warforged Crusader Cute and Evil|Koehvan Pyemar|Elf Generalist wizard Nai_Calus|Kerazt Vereth|Lesser Drow Cleric Terumitsu| Pallor 'Ruin' Munin|Human Paladin [/table] OOC LINKOOCSpoiler Hide For the time being, while you are split up in the different realms, so please only respond to the realm you are in. OerthSpoiler Hide The ad you saw posted on the job board in the Inn looked simple enough; just simply guide a caravan to its appointed destination, and then come back to the Church of Pelor for payment. Simple. Just follow it on the Trade Route, maybe learn how to play an instrument during the travel, come back on a provided horse, and maybe ward off Bandits or Warders that tried to take the Cargo. Easy. You enter in the building belonging to the the authorities of Bas-lag, which in these times have had less and less Guards circulating. The War having taken most of the Men and Women to serve to protect the country side against the, leaving the office a bit... bare. As you step inside, you are greeted by the sight of a Goliath polishing a suit of scale mail from its stand. He nods for you to sit down in the seats in front of his desk, as he starts to put his polishing materials away. "You here for something?" EberronSpoiler Hide The City of Towers, Sharn, is home to many problems; one of them being commerce. Getting in and out of towns, safely, with your goods intact and all together; almost impossible. Anyone could benefit from a several units of wheat, or orders of iron or demands of copper. And almost anyone could steal it, given enough motivation. Which is why the Church of Pelor asked for help delivering goods to across the countryside. You already went out with the goods, and are now returning to receive your payment. Currently, you are riding in a transport ship back to the church, to meet up with Reverend Marcus Graystone, the Cleric of the Church, to get your due. FaerunSpoiler Hide Calimport. What did you do to end up here? While Sultan Vezhera runs the city as a figurehead, everyone who is anyone knows that the Crime Guilds of the city run it, in and out. Which makes sense that the Church of Pelor would ask for help for delivering food and medicine to Memnon, which is under heavy attack from Raiders and Thieves, most likely coming from the Ruins of the First Kingdom, Mourativi Teshu Mir. You find yourself standing outside the Church's doors, talking with one Reverend Marcus Graystone, who is talking you through what is asked of you. He is a tall man, with a gentle smile, with large wrinkles lines covering his face from his growing age. "... but yes, that is what is asked, my friends. We don't know what is going on with Memnon, only that they need our help. And what is harming them may harm what we are sending to them, so we need help defending it. As it stands, I don't wish harm on anyone, but... I know how the world turns. Does this sound fair, to you?" Originally Posted by Cardea Faerun Spoiler Hide Calimport. What did you do to end up here? While Sultan Vezhera runs the city as a figurehead, everyone who is anyone knows that the Crime Guilds of the city run it, in and out. Which makes sense that the Church of Pelor would ask for help for delivering food and medicine to Memnon, which is under heavy attack from Raiders and Thieves, most likely coming from the Ruins of the First Kingdom, Mourativi Teshu Mir. You find yourself standing outside the Church's doors, talking with one Reverend Marcus Graystone, who is talking you through what is asked of you. He is a tall man, with a gentle smile, with large wrinkles lines covering his face from his growing age. "... but yes, that is what is asked, my friends. We don't know what is going on with Memnon, only that they need our help. And what is harming them may harm what we are sending to them, so we need help defending it. As it stands, I don't wish harm on anyone, but... I know how the world turns. Does this sound fair, to you?" Spoiler Hide Falias is bouncing around eager to get the talking over with an start with the doing, "Ok, ok, ok. I get it take stuff to place, got it. Try not to hurt people.......ummmmmmmmm ok I can do that, maybe. sowhendoweleaveImreadytogogogo." quick OOC: do we need to hide the different realm discussions in spoilers? or can I forgo that from now on? [Oerth]A somewhat thin woman wrapped in what would appear to be nontraditional jassite garments looked up to the Goliath with a pleasant smile. Maester Rogi had often mentioned that a good smile can open many doors. He would then say that the ones who needed dental work were probably better off keeping a set of lockpicks but his meaning got through. Besides, Ruin was a pleasent person, or so she tried to be at least."Yes sir."she said in a voice that was reminecent of a gentle wind although just slightly raw, a trait that used to be much worse over six years ago. Nearly constant coughing fits tended to do that."I am here to inquire as to the written request for aid in escorting a caravan. I am an able fighter as well as being versed in the healing Arts."she supplied, giving the officer a small summary of her abilities.She also did her best to keep her nose from wrinkling at the smell of metal polish. She used it herself often enough but usually when she was outside. In an enclosed area such as this, the smell had little place to go.((OOC: Is there a jassite temple in the area? Just had a thought of what to do later on if the opportunity arises.)) [Oerth]A bit of a ruckus kicks up behind the paladin, specifically outside and it sounds like someone's trying to move a stubborn horse or ponyinsideand for a brief moment there's even a short shrill exclamation of something in Sylvan against the yapping of some damn dog. The clipping of hooves across the floor is enough to turn heads, and there entering the building is a young centaur girl. She's barely a teenager, not large enough to be counted as adult, but she seems strong and able enough to carry her weapons and chain hauberk like a pro, so it does beg the question if this is a joke or the filly's insane.She stumbles up around obstacles next to the paladin, still muttering in elvish, as a steel harmonica swings back and forth on a steal chain round her neck as she sways to keep balance.{Even in the streets! Crowded and smelly and they even let the dogs run free! Mon dieau...--Ah!"she looks over towards the goliath.{"Hello, sire, I was hoping to inquire about the caravan guide. Rest assured I have good experience despite my youth and exuberance. I would ...ah... oh dear.."--}Looking embarrassed, she taps her fingers, remembering her common."Ah.. I mean, I'm..here... for the...job?" [Faerun]The dwarf's excitement is in sharp contrast with a different job applicant. This elf seems to be clad in unassuming robes, which goes very well with an accompanying unassuming look; brown, green and other naturalistic colors make up the bulk of the clothes' prints, and he wears his brown shoulder-length hair back, covered by a moss-green hood that doesn't conceal his face. His eyes are of an identical color of that of the sky, and his face is stern, though not unfriendly.Koehvan is not so much less excited as the dwarf, because it would be his first real adventure since leaving on his master's command to explore the world, making this his first chance to do so. He's just less open about it, as he realizes he's not familiar with these people enough to fully trust them."Fair enough, I do wonder when we start though."Makes for all the words that come out of him. And as if the elven blood wasn't clear in his looks, it is clear in his accent, though perfectly understandable, the common he speaks has a fluid quality to it similar to the elven tongue, making it clear he's not a native speaker. [Eberron]Spoiler Hide Jevin looks out over the railing of the ship and reflects on a job completed. This one had struck him with particular interest in completing, as it was a similar situation that had cost him his brother almost a year before. He knew that it meant a lot for people to have their livelihoods remain uninterrupted by disruptions in the transport of supplies. He'd even gotten a chance to spend a little time in the forge to which he'd delivered a load of iron. He had reveled in the chance to resume, however briefly, a task that reminded him of home. Despite his satisfaction with the job done, he was less than thrilled with being directly employed by Pelor's church. Either way, he would carry out good works, making things safe for regular people, no matter whose payroll he may be listed on. Jevin silently waits for the transport to arrive at its destination, and takes this stretch of downtime to contemplate what the future would hold. Kerazt notes mentally to himself that humans talk in circles even more than drow do, and is annoyed at how unjustified it is in their cases. He glares at the dwarf, ponders the teachings of his god that say that Dwarves are to be avoided and destroyed, and sees the truth and wisdom behind them. Such an overeager man would surely soon get himself killed. Small matter. Kerazt would survive, undoubtedly, due to his superior intellect and self control, and the mission would look good to the surface elves, especially with Koevahn to back him up. Perfect. The Masked Lord would be pleased."Works for me," he says simply. OerthSpoiler Hide He looks at the two of you with steady regard. "{You sure about that, kid? I know Centaurs are on the strong side, but I don't even know if you could take on this job.}" He says, without pause or indecision of his words. He looks at the other woman, a warrior, and laughs. "Combat? Healing arts? I take it your a Paladin. And from your appearance? Not from around here." Its not a full laugh, closer to a chuckle, but you can still see the amusement on his hard features. "Regardless, its a light job. Even for someone {such as yourself, kid}, and you, Paladin." He pulls out a drawer, and takes out a small medallion, in the shape of a sun. Its metal, and yellow, with a large circle painted on it in green. "Just take this to the temple, and the Reverend there will explain everything." [[For If You Two Move This Along Faster Than Expected]] Spoiler Hide The Chapel is nothing of special note; it stands next to the Perdido Stree Station, which all major roads end up going to. It makes sense, since most people will see the church as they come out of the tall, almost oddly shaped, tower. Between its many, many paths and roads splitting from it, along with its numerous windows as you go up, any on-lookers would get dizzy just trying to think how such a structure was conceived. But the Temple itself stands tall and humble, with some followers standing outside, trying to call people in for the sermon that is in session. You can see an Ad on the Temple's Doors asking for help with moving supplies. And to see Reverend Marcus Graystone about it inside. EberronSpoiler Hide The ship pulls to the side of one of the towers in the lower wards. Rain is pouring down, and in the distance you can hear thunder. As you step off the ship, you can see the Chapel Entrance a light walk away. Overlooking its doors, is a large sun with a face in the middle. You can see people in a line getting inside of the temple, most likely for today's sermon. FaerunSpoiler Hide The Reverend nods and smiles at your responses. "Start? Well, soon, of course. But, I must give today's sermon soon. Perhaps you would join us today? We are always ready to take in new followers." He bows. "I am sorry to delay you, and I promise that as soon as it is done, I will send you on your way." He backs away slowly, waving his hands as if he was attempting to calm you down, and steps inside the chapel, closing the doors behind him. As you look around yourselves, you realize that as you were talking, people were slowly making their way up the stone steps into the temple. OOCSpoiler Hide To everyone: Keep OOC in a Spoiler. Along with Combat rolls. Please note what realm you are in when you are separated with Brackets at the top of you post. Please post all else outside of a Spoiler. [faerun]Moradin be praised, I'm going to services.As the dwarf mingles his way inside taking in all in awestruck reverence before a deity known to be friendly with all-father. To the othersY'all coming, ya dirty heathens. {mumbles} dang elves why does it always have to be elves, trying my patience m'lord. {/mumbles} Kerazt stiffens overhearing the dwarf and smiles widely at him. It's a cold smile that promises retribution."Oh, no, wouldn't be proper. Priest of another god and all that. Go, have fun with your human god," he says, keeping the cold smile. "And I would highly suggest that you not insult my god like that again. The Masked Lord is famed for the passion and length with which he holds grudges." He bows sardonically and turns away. Once the dwarf is gone walks over to Koevahn and mutters darkly to him."Heathens! The nerve of that walking beard! As if I'd care to participate in some heretical human god's foul worship and anger my god. Dwarves! The foolishness of that entire pathetic race disgusts me, Koevahn. Nothing at all like the sense of we elves." [Faerun]Koehvan, who witnessed all this commotion with the dwarf and the unfriendly reply from Kerazt, smiles apoligatically to the dwarf now departing, and turns to Kerazt.Though I understand your defense of your Masked Lord, I believe he didn't mean any harm, the dwarf that is."The two of them gradually make their way down the steps, but suddenly Koehvan remembers an old elven saying his master used to tell him;{Gar veri tani veritam siffi, e ta veri Garni veritam eso siffi. Odelhir, niefendil gar fer ta, sit inti millentu.}*Long as it was, Koehvan remembered it as one of the most used by his master, and it changed his mind completely about wanting to enter the temple of this human god."Remember I used to tell you about my master and his sayings? Well, listen to this: {Gar veri tani veritam siffi, e ta veri Garni veritam eso siffi. Odelhir, niefendil gar fer ta, sit inti millentu.} I think we should check it out, this sermon."In the process of saying this, Koehvan turned around and walked back up the steps slowly and deliberately, then turned around and told Kerazt,"After all, we're taking a job they offer, and so is this 'walking beard', we don't want enemies among our colleagues, not this quickly at least."Koehvan then proceeded to turn back around and catch up to the dwarf Kerazt had referenced, and pulled back his hood. Speaking in the dwarf's native tongue, he introduced himself.[My most sincere apologies, I think we started out on the wrong foot there. My name's Koehvan Pyemar, and I couldn't help but notice we are both interested in taking up the job the reverend had offered.]After this introduction, he stuck out his hand, and shook the dwarf's heartily.Spoiler Hide OOC: Sorry to correct you, but it's Koehvan, not Koevahn. (if we get really gritty koh-IH-vahn would be the pronounciation I imagine) since we're doing {Sylvan/Elven stuff} I can imagine doing [Dwarven/other similar languages] as well? *translation: "an owl living a fox's life is a fool, and vice versa. In the dark of the moon, one cannot tell an owl from a fox, but the owl and the fox both know" from the phrasebook in RotW. [Eberron]Jevin ignores the rain, allowing it to run off of his plating in rivulets. The warforged walks up to the church, taking in the line of people looking to enter to hear the sermon. His eyes quickly flash as he allows himself a brief chuckle at the situation before him.How appropriate for people to be seeking shelter from rain in the church of a sun deity...They will thank Pelor for being dry, when it's their own actions that get them out from the rain.He continues up to the temple and inquires the nearest guard of the location of the priest Graystone, though calmly so that the weapon-bedecked construct does not unintentionally provoke a confrontation. "Where may I find Graystone? I have business with the man. I have completed the task for which I was contracted." [Oerth]Ruin accepted the medallion with a slight bow of thanks. It was better to show a little subservience, she thought, than to be rude. Really, this was from years of living in a tightly, almost cast-like microcosm. Out here in the world she was still somewhat unsure as how to express proper respect. Back in the temple, one could easily tell a superior from their dress and mannerisms but out in the world it was somewhat more difficult. She was still rather embarrassed by the instance when she knelt in respect after her first monetary transaction for a bedroll. In the temple, such a thing would be expected. She had to admit, though, she did not entirely mind the new set of social rules to learn.Turning to the centaur, having gathered that the common tongue was not her strong suit, she instead addressed her in the language of the elves.{Greetings. It seems we will be together on this excursion. I am one who goes by the name of} Ruin. {How is it that you wish for me to address you?}Hyloe would likely find Ruin’s speech to be very formal. It was what could be expected when one learned a language entirely from books rather than actual practice and implementation. As such, she was not very well versed with the more colloquial forms of the language and likely came off more stiff than she intended. Then again, any stiffness would be more than none in that equation. Hopefully, the paladin’s gentle expression would go a long way in dissuading any potential miscommunication. [Oerth]Oh dear, he can speak a proper language. This so embarrassing... At least, she reasons, this job offer wasn't rescinded the moment they saw how young she was, so it's best to just keep calm and nod along.Hyloe rests a hand on her brown withers and flicks her black tail about in agitation after the explanation. Until the paladin speaks up in a proper language too! The longer Ruin talks in elven, however formal, the more relieved the centaur looks until she's ready to clasp the young paladin's gauntlets.{"Ah, Hyloe! You may call me Hyloe, oh cultured one! Ah, mercy, my common is not very good, so this is indeed lucky!"}She heads out of the building with her new alley in tow, though the dark bodied centaur has to keep an eye out where she's going.{"Good thing we'll be on the road, no? I don't see how humanity can stand to be in such a crowded place, as interesting as they seem. I'm a bard, you know, so while it became necessary for my storytelling curiosity to come to this place, it hasn't been the easiest of times, as you can imagine."}she continues pleasantly, as if she and Ruin were old acquaintances. [Faerun]"Useless saying. I can tell an owl from a fox in the dark just fine. And you can go if you want, but as I told him, it actually would be bad form to attend another god's religious services. Much like how I don't go attend the services of the gods of the Seldarine." He sighs. "I know, I know, diplomacy and all that, but really. You can tell me about it later."Spoiler Hide Derf. For some reason I kept thinking there was an h in there. It amuses me that the saying is basically nonsensical to Kerazt, since drow can see in the dark. [Faerun]Hurmph!he grunts at the Drow.[I guess some people weren't taught manners back home under their mountain][Well met, Daughter of Corellon. I am Falias Dwhak, and it is a pleasure to have you accompany me on this journey of discovery.] he says to Koehvan. Utterly amazed one of her race would speak his own language. He Happily shakes her hand and guides her farther into the temple expressing awe at what he sees and giving commentary on any jewels that are displayed.You really should see the cut on this one emerald it is amazing, I bet it wasadwrafcraftsmanasthereisnowayonthisearthathuman ... ****breathes****Couldpossiblycutagemthisamazing, wow! These are truly marvelous Fire opals!! I so love the colorandshapeandcut! wooo theseguyshavesomenicestuff!! [Oerth]Actually, the paladin had elected not to tramp around fully clad in armor. That tended to send a message of warlike intent and with the recent damage done to the area from the ravages of war, it was just a kindess not to remind them of loved ones lost. That and walking around in a heavy suit of metal got really uncomfortable by noontime in the city. All the buildings blocked the wind so it was a little harder to cool off than on the road. Of course, there were plenty of good reasons that one would wear armor a lot more when traveling anyway. It was sad fact of life though but one that had to be accepted.The sudden familiarity did take Ruin off guard but she was not displeased by it.{"I do not know. Even a place like this is more open than the place I once called home. I suppose it is subjective. However, I must agree that the openness of the free road is indeed an appealing prospect"}the paladin said, keeping pace as best she could. Hyloe did have a two leg advantage on her after all. Not that she minded the excersize. It was always nice to walk, really.{"But I believe some of your troubles have vanished. If you need the aid, I will gladly facilitate any boundaries that communication in my native tongue would otherwise bring you should you accept such an offer. Though I feel I am acting somewhat bold in offering such a thing."}Ruin said, just barely avoiding a patch of... Well, she did not gain a proper look at it but she was rather glad she did not step in whatever it was.The temple was likely not very far away and by the time the centaur had replied to Ruin's offer, they would be there if not at least within sight of it.{"You are a bard, you say? I should like to hear of your tales gatherd so far myself. And do not spare the embelishments"}the paladin said with a smile. EberronSpoiler Hide The Guard looks at you, and smiles. He takes his helmet off, and his form warps into that of a Warforged, before he puts it back on, disguising himself as a Human once more. "Hello Brother. I take it ye be the one who took on the Caravan job, then? Right fine work that was. Graystone is just finishing up a sermon inside. If you go inside now, I reassure you he just finish it faster for ye, no problems." [Eberron]Jevin is clearly surprised by the revelation of the guard as a fellow warforged. However, he is slightly concerned by whatever factors might lead to a need for this fellow to be disguised as a regular human. He places a friendly hand on the guard's shoulder, saying"Thank you, friend, for your aid. Doubly so in helping me to expedite my business here with Graystone. I think I'll take your advice. I certainly hope they are treating you well here. I know that those of us with skills can do our work elsewhere, where we need not hide who or what we are."He briefly bows and turns to leave and go into the temple's sanctuary area. Once he enters, he will remain in the back of the room standing against the wall. He will stay respectfully silent while the service continues, awaiting his opportunity to approach the priest. If possible, he will grab a prayerbook and quietly leaf through it as something to do while he waits for the sermon to be finished. [Oerth]The centaur skips a step, and would have run a circle around Ruin if there was any damn room on these city roads.. and if she hadn't been explicitly told by her former dwarven mentor that it's not proper in walled cities.{"Ah! It's indeed a lucky day! I would be honored and delighted, Ruin! I don't know what it is about speaking common; I can read anything I can speak and yet putting it into spoken word... Ah, mon dieu, but it is behind me. Though I am curious, would there be any others joining us to join arms in protecting the caravan?"}Hyloe, as inexperienced as she is with human interaction, manages to slightly slow her pace for Ruin's benefit by the time the temple of the Sun is within sight. She tries fitting in through the doors to the temple, hopefuly without incident as even young as she is, she's been taller than any human man she's passed. It's starting to get embarrassing, but she doesn't mention it.{"Ah, but to answer you, I am mostly possessed of lore and stories of my people; they're very dear to me, but concerning the legends of the other races, I wish to not be as lacking as I am now. I mostly know things I imagine your children and youths already know, but little of things less simple. It is sensible to come to these parts then, no?"} she lowers her voice when hoof taps against the stones of there temple foyer, trying to maintain some sense of reverence while looking for whoever looks like the holiest and most leader like amongst the humans. [Oerth]Entering the temple, Ruin dropped into a hushed tone that seemed to emphasize that raw, raspy part of her voice. This was something she was more used to at least.{"I am unsure as to the prospect of others although there might be a good chance that we will be alone. Judging by the levity placed upon this task, it may be that our given task is simply a formality. However, I would not be surprised if there are others waiting elsewhere."}she said as she sought out the nearest clergyman. They would likely be able to point out Reverend Graystone in short order. Better to be introduced by a member of rank and merit than to simply walk right up and start asking questions. At least, that would be the proper decorum in a jassite temple.{"I believe you have the correct assumption that to find human knowladge, one must visit human lands. Though, perhaps I might be of aid to you in that respect as well."}Ruin said.Upon locating a priest (or priestess) of station, Ruin will first bow, arms held out to the side with palms up, at the waist only at a total angle of fourty-five degrees and hold the position for two full beats before returning to a straight posture with hands folded before her. This was the customary jassite greeting to a member of another faith. The showing of the hands was a particularly importaint gesture as, for some reason, there was occasionally a bit of mistrust between jassites and members of other faiths. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the Ruby Sorceress preferred the dagger as her and her follower's weapon of choice. Subtle, yet it could make a very pointed statement when necessary."Greetings to you, Follower of the Sun. I wish to inquire as to the whereabouts of Reverend Graystone. Is he avalible for consultation?"Spoiler Hide The second paragraph is more or less a bit of a pre-emptive jump upon the coming reply. Feel free to render it null and void should it interfere with anything. Kerazt sits down to meditate, and mutters darkly about the sunlight that's hurting his eyes and making it difficult to keep his concentration. He snorts and decides that if one must engage in heresy, one must do it right, and stalks into the temple before the services start and it gets too crowded. He goes to the most likely seeming place and looks up at it."Hey, human sun god, the sun hurts my eyes. Please turn it off." [Fearun]Koehvan quietly sat down next to the hyperactive and excited dwarf. Though he didn't particularly enjoy or share the dwarf's excitement as openly, he didn't go to any length calming him down, yet. When Kerazt went up and pretty much made fun of a generally well-intentioned deity, however, Koehvan decided it was time for a little fun."Sorry to interrupt, Falias, but you might want to watch the following."After having said this, he went through some intricate hand gestures and said something eccentric, and motioned at Kerazt with a peculiar kind of smile. The result of this magic is that Kerazt's nose lit up brightly, as if the sun shone out of his nose. Though it didn't actually shine as bright as the sun, the change in color was noticeably different to all who observed, except himself unless he looked cross-eyed, which he had no reason to do. Koehvan noted the painting of his friend's nose, and chuckled under his breath, no doubt the followers would see it as a mockery by the God himself, but he knew better.Spoiler Hide Casting Prestidigitation to paint Kerazt's nose bright yellow/white, rather than the suggested (and also funny) blue. Kerazt winces, blinded, and rounds on Koevan as soon as he can see again."We are companions, Koevan, but I do not suffer stupidity nor attempts to cause me harm. Undo it, now."If Koevan doesn't comply, he holds his mask against his face tightly to avoid the annoyance of light. Regardless of the outcome, he sticks out his hand and mutters a quiet prayer."Masked Lord, avenge me."Suddenly, Koevan feels rather damp as a gallon or so of water suddenly fills his underwear."Koevan! I thought you'd had that looked at! Come now, and in a church as well!" He smirks wickedly and winks while making a tsking noise. [Faerun]"Companions we are, Kerazt. But I won't stand for you behaving this way, in the presence of people we don't want to be our enemies."Koehvan stood up then, as Kerazt identified him, and felt what he was going to do before he did it, quickly covering it up by closing his cloak around him, no letting it touch the now-soiled area. Contrary to what other might expect, Koehvan smiled a friendly and warm smile, with a rather mischievous look in his eyes.Completely ignoring the comment about his hidden soiled breeches, he felt the magic of his past spell hadn't yet worn out, and in return of the action Kerazt performed, he soiled the area under his friend's armpits, creating the illusion of him sweating, possibly because of fear. In conjunction with this, Koehvan walked up to his friend, and spoke slowly and deliberately."{I think you have offended enough people today. How about we call a truce, and we wait outside for the sermon to end.} You have experienced my magic before, and I hope I mustn't remind you it can be rather unpleasant."He looked at Kerazt in a friendly manner. They were still friends, and despite both of their exquisite personalities, they liked each other. After a short pause, Koehvan added,{in addition, we can both use our magic for better purposes.}Spoiler Hide Using the hour-long duration of Prestidigitation, I soil two half-foot cubes of fabric under each of Kerazt's armpits, after which I (if possible) dry the fabric of my own clothes. [Faerun]Falias rumbles a large loud dwarven laugh from way down in his belly as the two elves have their subtle spell duel.Better than a sermon any day. I wonderwhoisgoingtogetwetwherenext. This is very interesting. EberronSpoiler Hide As you step into the Temple... OerthSpoiler Hide As you step into the Temple... FaerunSpoiler Hide As you step into the Temple... EveryoneSpoiler Hide The Temples of Pelor are known to be humble. As the place of Worship to the God of Healing and Safety, one would know for a fact that Pelor's Temples are warm, inviting, and greeting. However... it looks like they misinterpreted. The interior of the temple looks like something out of a Temple of Hextor. The walls are dark, and heavy ridges form on them, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. There are two doors with images of Demonic visages on the wall to your left, and one on the right. A dozen or so pews, with almost two dozen patrons sitting in them, stand between you and the preacher at the Altar. A man looks like he was just interrupted in the middle of a sermon, and looks at you. He is dark-skinned, with stark gray hair. From his forehead sprouts two horns, and his eyes look like flames. Near the altar, a large mastiff raises its head in surprise. The man looks angered, and shouts at the... five of you!? "Servants of Pelor, kill them! Kill them for the Sun Conquerer!" It slowly dawns on you... the man is Reverend Marcus Graystone. COMBATSpoiler Hide Roll for initiatives. I ask that you keep track of your HP and AC. If you use a move thats only available [X] amount of times a day, note how many you have. If you have spells, list off how many of each you have. If you prepared spells, note what you have left. Koehvan had seen temples of Pelor before, but this was nothing the other temples. It seemed to him to be like the very idea that this temple was devoted to Pelor sent shiver down his spine.Marcus Graystone was this strange man, commanding an army to vanquish us? We just accepted his job offer, now he wants to kill us? What is this?All these thoughts raced through Koehvan's head as he looked at the ongoing scene, unsure of what to do.Spoiler Hide Initiative - (1d20+3)[23] Nice! If I happen to win init, with this high roll, I will move behind more physically capable people and ready an action to cast a spell (probably magic missile or blast of force) if anything attacks the people that entered the temple with me Kerazt shrugs, not particularly surprised. He'd do the same thing himself, honestly. This temple was *so* overdone, however, not at all like the tasteful shrines of his own dark faith. More like one of the Spider Bimbo's overly gaudy temples. Tsk.Spoiler Hide Init: (1d20+4)[23] Jevin is slightly shocked by the fiendish interior of the temple's sanctuary. He had expected boredom or an otherwise uneventful sermon, followed by the completion of his business, but never something that would result in an attempt on his life.I knew that dealing with gods generally comes to no good end, but this is far worse than I ever thought...Also, I suppose I won't be getting paid after all. He prepares to stand against this evil assembly before they decide to harm others.Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+1)[10] Rolling for granted maneuvers. Will do 1d5, then 1d4, then 1d3. Will correspond to the following list, with previously chosen maneuvers skipped. 1- Crusader's Strike 2- Stone Bones 3- Douse the Flames 4- Wall of Blades 5- Mountain Hammer (1d5)[3] (1d4)[1] (1d3)[1] Looks like Douse the Flames, Crusader's Strike, and Stone Bones are granted. Stats:Spoiler Hide AC (flatfooted until his turn): 19, DR 2/adamantine, HP 38/38 Maneuvers Granted: Douse the Flames, Crusader's Strike, Stone Bones Falias RagesI cannot believe this treachery come from the true church of pelor, therefore all you heretics must die!Spoiler Hide Initiative Roll: (1d20+5)[6] It must be the blind fury holding me back....seriously a 6 sheesh I rolled a 1. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Ruin was taken quite aback at this very sudden turn of events to say the least although she could say that today had just become a bad day to choose to not wear one's armor. And here she had hoped for a few days rest from the road. But now was not the time for lamentaton. Keeping close to Hyloe, the paladin adopted a defensive stance as best the time permitting would allow her. She also had no quips to throw as she had quite suddenly become more focused upon preservation due to the fact that she lacked both arms and armor at the moment. Really, the whole thing was just terribly unlucky.Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+5)[14] Due to circumstances, Ruin's AC is currently 11 and damage is 1d3+2 nonlethal. HP: 32. Spells 3/2/1 Hyloe would be utterly stupefied at any of this, but even young centaurs know about the myriad of dangers and sudden attacks that can befall a herd. One look at the horned, flaming dark priest and she knows trouble's brewing. Automatically trusting Ruin in this prelude to battle, she draws her longsword, dwarf made with a diamond shaped hilt, and passes it to the paladin.{"Mon deiu! Here, take it--I've got something that'll take care of this~!"}she explains, her hand reaching back for a darkwood lance always kept close to hand. Her brother's hand me-down, even as old as the lance is, it's deadly in Hyloe's hands...Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[21]Initiative! Spoiler Hide COMBAT BREAKDOWN Intiative Order: Kerazt: 23. Koehvan: 23. Hyloe: 21. Ruin: 14. Jevin: 10. Falias: 6. State your actions one by one. Graystone looks at Ruin, and shouts in disgust."A warrior of the opposers! Attack her first!"Two men and a woman rush towards Ruin, with one of the men in front. He slams into her, but causing more harm to himself than her, falling down after slamming into her. All the others in the room are standing where they rose up from, but Graystone slowly makes his way down the pews. The Mastiff growls, as it follows right behind him.Spoiler Hide Ruin takes 4 points of Nonlethal damage. Kerazt doesn't like the looks of things, and mutters a quick spell to protect Koevan.Spoiler Hide Using Shield of Faith on Koevan, +2 Deflection bonus to AC for 3 minutes. L1 spell slot, leaving me with 4/4 L0, 2/3 L1+1/1 L1 domain and 2/2 L2+1/1 L2 domain. Koehvan both notices and feels the spell as it is cast and takes effect."Thanks, friend,"is all he says before casting a spell of his own. When he finishes, two small darts of energy spring forth from his hand as he holds it up and both head directly for the Reverend Marcus Graystone. After he let this volley of missiles loose, he went to take cover behind more physically capable people.Spoiler Hide Casting Magic Missile, 2 missiles for 1d4+1 damage each. (1d4+1)[4] + (1d4+1)[5] = 9 Damage (with nice rolls ). That and move to the back, hiding behind let's say Hyloe and Ruin, they seem to be near each other. I now have left the following spells: Spoiler Hide 0 - Detect Magic 0 - Prestidigitation 0 - Mage Hand 0 - Repair Minor Damage 1 - Magic Missile 1 - Familiar Pocket 1 - Jump 2 - Alter Self 2 - Spider Climb 2 - Blast of Force Ruin reaches out for the blade but is knocked back slightly from the sudden colision. She took one step back to steady herself and was able to grasp the blade offered her but rather than charge forward, she willed her inner fire forth and wove an enchantment to protect her new aquantance from evil influences.["Here, this should be of aid"]she said while placing the protective spell.Spoiler Hide Five foot step backwards move action, taking the blade while doing so. Cast Protection From Evil on Hyloe standard action. HP: 32 (28) Spells: 3/2/1 (Forgot to include the bonus spell last time. Full spells per day is 3/3/1) Spoiler Hide Update is slower, as I'm making a battle map, and will have no internet when I finish. If the priest is within 20 feet, the action will target Graystone, otherwise it will target the mastiff.Having moved into a position to help, Jevin will first look toward the others near him, saying"I don't know who you are, but if you stand against these, then know that I will stand with you."and then turn toward the mostly unarmed paladin"You seem to have been caught offguard, do you need any arms?"Jevin draws his greatsword as he rushes forward to confront the evil that has revealed itself in what should (theoretically, anyway) be a place where good is dominant. He thinks wryly as he gets into position,Why couldn't this job go smooth? Church jobs never go smooth. Upon arrival in front of the (now-fiendish) priest, Jevin visibly shifts into a fighting stance, one used to inspire others through boldness. He uses his swift action to active his Martial Spirit stance.He will use the Stone Bones maneuver, hacking downward with his greatsword.Attack:Spoiler Hide (1d20+8)[26] If that hits,Spoiler Hide Damage: (2d6+6)[12] Use the effect of his stance to heal Ruin for 2hp. Jevin gains DR 5/Adamantine for 1 round. Maneuver Recovery:Spoiler Hide Using the same order as the previous listing of maneuvers. (1d3)[1]. Wall of Blades granted. StatsSpoiler Hide AC: 20, DR 5/adamantine (or 2, if the attack missed), HP 38/38 Maneuvers Granted: Douse the Flames, Crusader's Strike, Wall of Blades. Falias switches to leading the charge (Stance)Spoiler Hide Everyone gets +2 to damage and rages, then he charges the nearest enemy and makes a Rabid wolf Strike with his great axeSpoiler Hide (1d20+11)[20] If it hitsSpoiler Hide [roll](1d12+7)2+2d6[/roll] Spoiler Hide AC 10 HP 38 (+6 for rage) 44 will save jumps to +5 Grr @ Die rollerSpoiler Hide (1d12+7)[16] (2d6)[6] Total of 22 DMG Hyloe is quick to come to Ruin's aid, swinging her lance overhead before skipping forward and thrusting down at the second man attacking the paladin with a force surprising for her youthful appearance. She places Ruin's safety over her own powers, so she can't yet start up a warsong for the defenders.Spoiler Hide Simple Lance attack: (1d20+6)[14] and damage: (1d8+4)[9]. Let me know however if the attackers were charging and I could have prepared the lance against such for extra damage. I wasn't sure on this before hand. Koehvan's bolts fly forth from his hand, and hit Marcus in the head. He shakes it off, and shouts at the group,"Gra'kil!"The floor beneath you turns dark and slimy, and you find your balance slipping. Kerazt retains his composure, Koehvan barely keeping his and Falias' nearly slipping. Hyloe's attack hits a man in the chest, and he coughs up blood onto the ground, before falling down. A woman moves forward to Hyloe, and misses hitting her. Falias strikes down a woman that was crawling over bench in front of him, and Jevin's attack strikes down a man. The Mastiff growls, and stops in its pace, and begins coughing hysterically. The priest continues advancing.CombatSpoiler Hide @Sinfonian: ONE Spoiler, please. @Everyone: Next round folks. Koehvan, Kerazt and Falias, please make a Balance check. DC of 12 The MAPSpoiler Hide Balance CheckSpoiler Hide (1d20+3)[8] Koehvan, though not usually unstable, didn't quite manage to stay upright when the reverend made the floor under his feet slippery like it was. He thus fell down to the side, and rubbed his arm with his other hand while he was down there.Spoiler Hide RP will come with result of roll: Balance - (1d20+4)[10] I'm guessing we fall prone on a fail? Ruin, feeling that it would be good to grant her new allies aid, Muttered a short stanza of a song of praise as she willed forth that inner fire once again. A small blessing should now help her new allies to strike true upon these agressors.If she is able, being nearby, she would also attempt to help Koehvan back up to his feet if he falls from the spell.Spoiler Hide HP: 32 (30) Spells: 3/1/1 Standard Action: Cast Bless. All allies have a +1 morale bonus to Attack and to resist Fear effects. Move action: If this is a leagal move, use it to help Koehvan up after falling so that he doesn't have to burn a move action getting up himself. Otherwise, nothing. Kerazt struggles to his feet, whips out a dagger, and throws it at the closest enemy, swearing darkly.[spoilers]Move action to stand, throwing a dagger at the guy semi-in F4. I think he's within 10 feet, if he isn't subtract 2 from this for range increment penalty:(1d20+6)[9][/spoilers] Though Koehvan seemed much more able with the arcane arts than he seemed to be with the bow, how drew his bow, and artfully went about shooting it at the reverend, nocking another arrow to it immediately, locking it onto the same target."Get to the reverend, the rest will fall when he does!"He panted a bit as he said this, looking around him to the others."Thank you, I will not forget."He muttered to the enclosed Paladin that helped him to his feetSpoiler Hide If I'm up due to Ruin's actions, draw bow and shoot at Marcus Graystone, if not, draw bow and get up. Either way, 5ft step F2 behind Falias at the end, giving Ruin room to maneuver out of there. Attack - (1d20+4)[21] no range penalty as it's less than 110ft, and +1 from bless not included. Damage - (1d8)[2] Hyloe feels bolstered with holy magic and moves ahead to keep a barrier of centaur in front of Ruin, thrusting her lance out at the (...woman?) cultist coming at them.{"Ruin!"she calls out amid the chaos,"Either we fall back with the enemies of our enemies or we form together and charge this evil priest! What shall we do??"} being a holy warrior (regardless of what deity served, Ruin is on Hyloe's), the young centaur defaults to her for tactical advice, even if she's proving to hold her own against the dark sun attackers.Spoiler Hide Hyloe: HP: 29 AC: 22 Moving 5 feet ahead to skewer the cultist Attack: (1d20+7)[25] Damage: (1d8+4)[7] Jevin methodically moves forward, taking a 5-ft step forward to D4. He thrusts his greatsword toward the worshipper in front of him.After having completed his attack, Jevin's voice raises far above the volume he had previously used, adopting the one natural to him. He seems to bellow to all within earshot,"ALL BUT GRAYSTONE MAY SURRENDER! EITHER LIE DOWN OR TURN AGAINST THE OTHERS! ALL WHO DO NOT WILL PERISH!" Spoiler Hide Regular attack against the person in D5. Attack: (1d20+9)[26] If that hits, Damage: (2d6+6)[14] Use the effect of Martial Spirit Stance to again heal Ruin for 2. Maneuver Granted: Mountain Hammer is the only unexpended, withheld maneuver remaining, so it is granted. Jevin: AC 20 (FF 19, Touch 11), 38/38 hp, DR 2/adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Crusader's Strike, Douse the Flames, Wall of Blades, and Mountain Hammer. Both Hyloe and Jevin's attacks strike down a man and a woman, respectively, but still more come forth to attack you. Kerazt's dagger flies off from his target, and his attacker claws at him, drawing blood from his cheek, as he falls backwards, slamming his head into the temple stone floor. The mastiff jumps over two of the benches, and stops at a third, observing you all. The Reverend says something, but the incantation is drowned out by the shouting of the people distancing you from him. Ruin aids Koehvan from falling, but Falias finds no such help, and falls down onto his rump.Spoiler Hide Kerazt, take five points of damage. THE MAPSpoiler Hide Seeing that Falias was in danger due to being prone, she stepped forward to try and even the odds in this particular instance. She gripped the gifted longsword with both hands and swung so as to strike the mastiff with the flat of her blade as it looked over the bench. Really, the animal was just doing what it had been trained to do. No point in killing it if one could just knock it out of the fight. One might think this odd but being in service to a goddess of death tends to put things in perspective.["I fear that we will not be able to escape so very easily with such a number before us. If we can subdue them, we will have more time to consider our options. If you are able, render them unconsious. We may need to ask questions later."]Ruin half-shouted in rushed elven.Spoiler Hide Five foot step to G3 (1d20+2)[13] -4 included in roll due to Subdual attack. (1d8+3)[4] HP: 32 (30) AC:11 Spells: 3/1/1 Edit: The attack should be a 14 as I forgot that the blade was a masterwork one when I put in the numbers. Kerazt rubs his aching head, staggering to his feet, and tries to stop the priest from doing anything.Spoiler Hide Hold Person on Greystone. DC 15 Spells: 4/2+1/1+1 Things go awry when Hyloe finally sees the giant dog. Admittedly, she's in the midst of a fight to survive and her childish fear typically gets ignored even if the goblins had wargs or if wild hounds were involved.Still, that is one massive mastiff...To counter her sudden fear, Hyloe sings a battle cry in Sylvan, the young centaur gripping her lance now with white knuckle heroism fueled simply by more courage.Spoiler Hide Inspire Courage, so it's time for a perform (oratory) check: (1d20+9)[12] Jevin grimly nods at the centaur as she cries out, redoubling his efforts to eliminate these attackers. He decides that moving forward to take out the mastiff will be the best strategy, as such he advances forward to do just that.Spoiler Hide Jevin will move forward to D7, provoking an AOO from the enemy in D/E 6.5. As that enemy swings Jevin will attempt to deflect the blow with Wall of Blades. The AOO will hit the higher of AC 20 or (1d20+9)[24]. As he reaches his intended destination, he uses the Mountain Hammer strike on the mastiff in E 7.5. Attack: (1d20+9)[22] If that hits, (4d6+6)[27] damage, ignoring any DR. (Edit: +1 from bard song) Kerazt heals for 2 due to Martial Spirit stance. No unexpended maneuvers left to be granted, which means all are refreshed and 3 new ones are randomly granted (unless I misunderstand the mechanic). Rolling the same way I did before: 1- Crusader's Strike 2- Douse the Flames 3- Stone Bones 4- Mountain Hammer 5- Wall of Blades (1d5)[5] (1d4)[2] (1d3)[2] Jevin: AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch), 38/38, DR 2/Adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Wall of Blades, Douse the Flames, Stone Bones Koehvan, still solely focused on Graystone only, shot another arrow towards the reverend in hopes it would land a hit this time. He jumped to the side, clearing his path to the reverend, the took his time aiming and shooting at the evil man. He feels the energy of the song and the blessing both, but knows that's a false feeling, he's only so much motivated, his morale can't go much higher than it already is.Spoiler Hide 5ft step to H2 and shoot the Reverend. Attack - (1d20+5)[6] Damage - (1d8+1)[5] Morale bonus added into both. Hyloe's song filling your minds and your bodies, you fight forward. Jevin runs forward, dodging the one civilian who attempted to hit him, and brings his Greatsword down at the hound. His blow finds flesh, and cuts a deep wound into the beast, who now breathes in ragged breath. Ruin hits a much closer target, who recoils back from the hit. Kerazt's spell finds its target, however, and the Reverend's scream of protest is cut short as he falls to the ground, unmoving.Koehvan, unfortunately, shoots himself in the foot.Spoiler Hide Ruin held her stance as she eyed the dog she had just delt a blow to. Hopefully it will stay back now but if not, she would simply have to strike at it again. She took a more defensive stance and waited, making sure that she would strike at the beast should it try to go after Falias.Of course, if it hadn't been for the noise of battle, she would have likely heard the sound of the failed attack with the bow. As such, unless, Koehvan made any loud noise to indicate distress, she would remain oblivous to the fact that he now had an arrow in his foot.Spoiler Hide Defensive Fighting: +2 to AC and -2 to Attack Readied Action: Attack the (Whatevere that black dot is supposed to represent) if it attempts to strike Falias Attack:(1d20+5)[25] Damage:(1d8+2)[3] HP: 32 (30) AC:13 Spells: 3/1/1 Edit: Of course, I have the potential to crit and I roll a 1 on my damage... Typical Ruin smirks at seeing Graystone go down to the spell cast by the mage, redoubling his efforts to end this quickly. He again speaks to those in the church in his loud bellowing voice,"THIS IS YOUR FINAL CHANCE! YOUR LEADER IS CURRENTLY INCAPACITATED. LAY DOWN AND SURRENDER OR PERISH!"With that, he attempts to finish off the wounded mastiff.Spoiler Hide Use the Stone Bones maneuver on the mastiff. (1d20+9)[23] If that hits, (2d6+6)[14] damage. Jevin gains DR 5/adamantine until the start of his next turn. Martial Spirit stance's effect used to heal Kerazt for 2 again. Should that drop the mastiff, Jevin will move forward to work on clearing a path toward the priest. He will move to E8, if possible using a 5 ft step. If that is not allowed (via difficult terrain), then use a move action to move there (provoking 2 AoOs). If the mastiff is not put out of the fight by that, he will remain in place. Maneuver Recovery: (1d2)[1] 1= Crusader's Strike 2= Mountain Hammer. Jevin: 38/38 hp, AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch), DR 2/Adamantine (5 if the attack hit). Maneuvers Granted: Douse the Flames, Wall of Blades, and maneuver indicated by roll above. Kerazt draws his rapier and stabs at the closest enemy.Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[27] vs AC On hit: (1d8+2)[3] Koehvan, though very surprised he shot himself in the foot, doesn't seem too hindered besides the obvious pain, and instead of trying his hand again at an offensive approach, he tried a different tact. He looked around alertly, trying to discern anything that might come to near their group, and seeing if he could halt their approach.Spoiler Hide Ready an action to cast Blast of Force on anyone coming within 10ft of the 5 of them still in a group. I can choose not to take the readied action, but he will only not take the action if there's one within 10ft and nobody else within 20ft. This excludes the enemies already in those positions. The mastiff falls at Jevin's strike, as does another follower at Kerazt's. Another falls at Ruin's attack. The remaining followers still press forward, swiping when close enough. A blast of force slams into a man's chest, before he can make a hit on Hyloe. Graystone screams at the front, but his words are muffled behind his forcibly shut mouth.Spoiler Hide ((You know... It looks like that is still a lot of minions))Ruin, looking over the number of aggressors who still stood, decided that a more offensive approach would be a bit more effective. Vaulting over a pair of benches, she drew close to the (mastiff/cultist/whatever it is that dot represents) that stood away from Hyloe and aimed another flat strike at it. She began thinking that while she preferred not to kill, it would likely be a good idea to seek out an enchanter of some sort in the future to see if any subduing enhancements could be placed upon her weapons. Swinging around like this just wasn't going to cut it.Spoiler Hide Move to G6. Attack at H6 Attack: (1d20+3)[12] Damage:(1d8+2)[7] Nonlethal HP: 32 (30) AC:11 Spells: 3/1/1 Satisfied to have put away one of the greater threats in the area, Jevin hopes for a swift end to this conflict. He continues his path toward the currently incapacitated priest, Graystone. However, he gave the rest every opportunity to surrender, and they have not yet. With grim determination, he trudges forward, making a path through these followers of evil as if the aisle were an overgrown trail through the forest.Spoiler Hide Use a regular melee attack on the person in D8. (1d20+9)[19] If hit,(2d6+7)[18] damage Martial Spirit will heal Kerazt again for 2. After his attack, he will take a 5ft step forward into D8. If he is attacked before his next turn, he will use Wall of Blades to try to deflect the blow. An attack on him must hit the higher of AC 20 or (1d20+9)[13]. Maneuver Granted: Only Mountain Hammer is the only unexpended maneuver left ungranted, so that cycles in. Jevin: 38/38, AC 20 (19 FF, 11 touch), DR 2/adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Crusader's Strike, Douse the Flames, Wall of Blades, Mountain Hammer Kerazt once again stabs at the nearest enemy.[spoiler](1d20+7)[10]vs ACOn hit:(1d6+3)[8] With her song still in the air, Hyloe pulls back her lance and with another light step, tries to skewer the closest cultist, her own courage bolstered by the lack of any large, mean, nasty, biting dogs.Spoiler Hide Okay, the Inspire Courage deal lasts 5 more rounds including this one here, so it's a 1/1 to attack and damage for everybody! C'mon, let's keep this going! (1d20+7)[24] And damage: (1d8+5)[13] Koehvan, whilst seeing others use their area of specialty, decided there hasn't been enough things walking around yet, and opens his familiar pocket to let his familiar roam free. His cat, named lightningclaw with reason, sprang forth and assaulted the first member of the congregation it could find, while Koehvan himself shot an arrow at the same person.Spoiler Hide Koehvan cast Familiar Pocket (SpC) before the job offer, so I'd say an hour elapsed already, two more hours left. Free action to remove familiar, standard to attack. Attack - (1d20+4)[15] Damage - (1d8)[8] Familiar moves, then attacks. Attack - (1d20+5)[22] 1d2-4 damage, minimum 1, so 1 damage if hit, he provokes an AoO because he needs to enter the square, AC16. Falias regains consciousness, and takes a move action to stand and another to regain his weapon. OOCSpoiler Hide FFFF Post will be up later today. I am really sorry. A few followers remain, as does Graystone. He screams out a word of power, and a ray of searing light comes from his hand, hitting Jevin in the chest. Koehvan's familiar managed to take a swipe at a civilian, nipping their ankle, and narrowly dodged being punched into the ground. Hyloe once again jams her lance into a man's chest, piercing through his ribcage. Ruin, unfortunately, swings wide and misses.MAPSpoiler Hide CombatSpoiler Hide Jevin, take 24 points of damage. Sorry bud. Maxed damage. Jevin bellows in pain as he is struck by the rays of light. He holds some of the pain back, using it to fuel his righteous rage at the priest. Even more fully committed to the cause of ending these evildoers, Jevin steps forward to eliminate the final opponent between himself and the priest. For this one, he chooses an attack that would allow him to best shrug off the damage done to him by the spell.Spoiler Hide Jevin moves forward to D10 and initiates Crusader's Strike against the enemy in front of him. Attack: (1d20+10)[15] (Now gains bonus from Furious Counterstrike) Damage: (2d6+8)[13] If it hits, Jevin heals himself for (1d6+3)[6] plus 2 more from his stance. At the end of his action, he keenly feels the remaining impact of the rays hitting him, doing their last bit of damage to him. Maneuver Recovery: As no unexpended, withheld maneuvers are remaining, Jevin is granted 3 fresh ones. (1- CS, 2-WoB, 3- SB, 4- MH, 5-DtF). (1d5)[4] (1d4)[2] (1d3)[3] Jevin 14/38 (22/38 if the attack hit) AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch) DR 2/Adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Mountain Hammer, Wall of Blades, Douse the Flames Kerazt moves forward and attacks, annoyed at the tenacity of these madmen.Spoiler Hide (1d20)[5] +7 On hit: (1d6+2)[7] Falias moves directly forward 25 ft. to cover Ruins Flank. and attacks the man directly in front of him.Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[20] damage if applicable (1d12+4)[9] Ruin makes a second swipe at her target, again, aiming to disable, not damage.Spoiler Hide Attack H7 (1d20+3)[18] (1d8+2)[10] +3 more if evil (can't believe I forgot about that ability.) Hyloe presses the attack with Ruin, though the centaur is likely less intent on a merciful fight than staying alive due to her training coming from the need to survive. She once more rams her lance at the closest opponent, hoping the blow will put them down. She doesn't stop to think that she may be running low on room to fight, she just fights.Spoiler Hide attack: (1d20+6)[16] Damage: (1d8+4)[8] Four more fall to the ground; three dead, and one unconscious. Jevin feels the metals of his body regenerate slightly, as his victim falls to the ground. Graystone stands alone now, and he begins to shout, his words turning into a spell. Around him flashes a black light, and he stands in his spot, grinning wildly."Come on then, fools! Feel the might of Pelor!"OOCSpoiler Hide Additionally, my RL group just got past this part today, and have nicknamed this version of Pelor, the Painlord. MapSpoiler Hide Jevin's path is now free of obstacles to the priest, and as soon as his greatsword slices through his previous target, he advances. He had given multiple opportunities for this man to submit or surrender, now only his death will end it. Jevin has reached a point past fury, to the calm on the other side of that emotion. No shouting or yelling, he hopes that this will be done quickly. With the force of a mountain, he brings his sword down upon Graystone.Spoiler Hide Jevin takes a 5ft step down to E11, adjacent to the priest and initiates his Mountain Hammer maneuver. Attack: (1d20+9)[18] Damage: (4d6+7)[18] Jevin gains 2 more hp if attack hits from stance. Maneuver Recovery: (1-CS, 2-SB) (1d2)[1] Jevin 22/38 (24 if the attack hit) AC 20 (19 FF, 11 Touch), DR 2/Adamantine Maneuvers Granted: Wall of Blades, Douse the Flames, Crusader Strike "Pelor? Pfah. I serve the Masked Lord. His shadows are all I need to drown out your pitiful light!" He quickly draws his hand crossbow, loads it, and fires it and the priest.Spoiler Hide (1d20+6)[20] Damage on hit: (1d4)[3] Hyloe would like to join in the defeat of Graystone (and teach him a lesson for nearly forcing her to face yet another dog) but the centaur's path is much more difficult terrain. Rather than risk trying to climb over anything she continues in her forward advance, aiming to lance the next cultist in her way and then move as forward as she can...Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[13] Forgot about her bardic powers last time, now it's factored in again. (1d8+3)[4] The cultist infront of Ruin was one of the last. Hopefully, she would be able to drop this one quickly. With a twohanded swing, she brought the blade to bear against the cultist, still aiming to take down without any real physical damage.Spoiler Hide Use Detect Evil ability. Attack G10: (1d20+3)[18] (1d8+3)[11] +3 if evil Note to self: make sure all abilities are being used.. May miss out on bonuses otherwise. Edit: Max damage twice in a row? Sheesh.. Who's luck am I stealing? Falias begins chanting an old dwarven war cry as he moves to flank the priest.Spoiler Hide Double move action either over the rough terrain or around it, whichever is needed I should have enough movement to make it with a double. Going from E5 to E10. Hyloe charges forth and downs one of the last remaining townsfolk, as Ruin cuts down the last. Jevin swings his blade, and finds that it hits against an invisible sphere of force, but pushes even harder against it. It shatters, the sound of glass shattering and of Graystone's scream echoing throughout the citadel, signaling the end of the fight.RollsSpoiler Hide Roll a DC 20 Spot Check or a DC 16 Listen Check. If you succeed: Spoiler Hide You notice a man in leather armor high above you in the rafters of the Church. Having put Graystone down to the ground (assuming that is the case), Jevin prods the unmoving "priest of Pelor" with his greatsword. He rumbles"You should have stopped when I gave you the chance."He will then look to the other people in the room and dip a short bow in thanks for helping defeat these surprise attackers.Spot(1d20+4)[12]Listen(1d20+4)[14] Kerazt holds still for a moment, looking and listening to make sure the group is alone, and his keen hearing betrays that they aren't. He snorts and mutters under his breath about amateurs, then looks up at the source of the sound, idly reloading his hand crossbow as he does so, and casually aiming it."You might as well come down. I know you're up there."Listen:(1d20+5)[16]Spot:(1d20+5)[11] "Is everyone alright? Are any of you injured?"Ruin asked once the battle subsided. It would be terrible if someone had been grievously injured. It was hard to see everyone from her current angle but she would make rounds soon after anyway.Now that she had time, she looked around to see how, if at all, the temple was different from the more... Well, the temples of Pelor she remembered at least.Rolls:Spot:(1d20+7)[12]Listen:(1d20+7)[13] Spot:(1d20+2)[13]Listen:(1d20+3)[11]Hyloe sniffs and paws at the floor with one of her forelegs, trying to navigate back over to Ruin.{Ah, I am fine, yes..."}she begins in elven, per usual, looking over at her other impromptu allies curiously. The young centaur seems almost lost for a moment before shaking her head some more.{"Mon dieu, but it's bad luck to have taken such a fight within a church... Maybe it best that we leave in a hurry, no?"} A voice from above, in the rafters, calls down to you all."Nnnno. I donnn't think I willl."It's voice is raspy and strained. Kerazt can hear the sound of a metal being drawn drawn out of a scabbard."Nnnot unnnntil you give me the Traitor... and the onnnne who has the gifffft." Jevin looks around, then up into the rafters toward the source of the voice. He responds"Traitor to what?...Pelor? And what gift?"He keeps his greatsword at the ready as he seeks the questioner with his sight. Kerazt snorts."I've got to echo the above questions. What traitor, what gift. Also, I feel the need to point out that unless you come down, I'm going to start shooting at you. I don't have time for games. If you want something, say what it is and come get it. Don't just demand without explanation. You'd make a terrible thief." He reloads his hand crossbow and points it at the most likely-seeming point at the ceiling for the voice to have come from. OOCSpoiler Hide Those who do not post within the next seven days will be kicked. I want this to move along. "Nnno.... The Humann... she hides it in her minnnnd!"A knife, small and gleaming as it flies through the air, comes down from above. It hits Hyloe in her front leg, making a sickening sound as it hits bone."I am no thief! I am his servant! I am his hand!" And you are as good as dead, unless you give me the Humannn!"@HyloeSpoiler Hide Make a DC 15 Will Save. Success Spoiler Hide There is no knife. It was an illusion which you've successfully disbelieved. Failure Spoiler Hide Take 4 points of damage and be nauseated. Suddenly skittish, Hyloe raises a few feet on her hind legs before she suddenly calms, stopping herself from screeching something in Sylvan. There is no knife in her leg, nor any sign she's been hurt. But she looks pretty spooked, and holding her lance out in defense, the young centaur backs up, trying to guess where the 'knife' came from...Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[11] (1d20+2)[3] Spot and listen respectively...

[3.5] The Coming of Memory - IC

Subjugating Zoe

Closed now for Jack_SladeI'm kind of ripping this idea off from a thread I've really enjoyed reading recently. I am submissive and want to explore the psychology of both D/s and domestic violence. This SRP will most emphatically not be for everybody. I appreciate this is a very long winded first post but I really want to get into this and explore it. I need an intelligent, inventive writer with strong dominant tendencies and no qualms about non-consent, domestic abuse and the darker, nastier sides of humiliation, degradation, BDSM and slavery. I have written detailed profiles because the way I want the story to progress from here requires that the characters be three dimensional and credible. Things are going to escalate between our unhappy couple. I will confess that this SRP will be quasi-therapeutic for me but I'm very certain about wanting to do this and I don't want any potential co-writer to start panicking about my mental/emotional health or anything. I take full responsibility for wanting to explore this here.The setting is contemporary London, UK.Daniel ForresterAge: Late 20s/early 30sAppearance: Completely negotiable. I would like him to be reasonably tall and physically imposing but there's no need for him to be conventionally attractive so long as he's compelling.Bio: Dan was raised in a sink estate (run down government housing area where problem families are dumped) by his parents and alongside his younger brothers, Rich and Tim. Their father was a violent alcoholic who barely held down his warehouse job and their mother was also a heavy drinker, embittered by her husband's lack of motivation and serial womanising. The boys ran wild on the streets and became a mini crime-wave when they left school, getting into drugs, fights and larger scale crime. That was until Dan, the ringleader, got tired of living hand to mouth, joint to pill to line and girl to girl. He fell for Zoe, a local barmaid and decided to go straight. He knew his luck was running out with the local constabulary and it was a case of either start behaving or leave the area completely. Dan spent a month or two extricating himself from all his current dodgy dealings and managed to walk from his former life without royally pissing anyone off.He romanced Zoe and despite precautions, she fell pregnant just before their first anniversary. They moved from their respective parents' houses into their own council flat a few miles away. Sadly, Zoe miscarried the child at 3 months. Dan is now stuck in a shitty job driving a delivery van and he's a laughing stock among his former friends as he struggles to make ends meet while supporting a partner who works in a pub. He has less money by far than he used to when he was living with his parents and dealing in drugs, stolen goods and even the occasional car and he does not like this one bit. His younger brothers are now more affluent than him and are recruiting their own acolytes and gang members now he's forced them to stop playing 'follow the leader.' Dan has started drinking more heavily, partly through depression and partly to keep an eye on Zoe, who he is mistrustful, yet protective of. He is on the verge of something, another pivotal change in his life, he just doesn't know what yet. A large part of him blames Zoe for trapping him in what is now a lacklustre relationship with little hope for a family.Dan feels great anger and resentment towards Zoe, he revels in it. Every nod and smile she dishes out from behind the bar just aggravates him even further. Sometimes he wants to wrap his hands around her throat just to shut her up. He fantasises about hurting her, hitting her with his belt, biting into her flesh until she screams. He imagines fucking her, holding her down while she kicks and cries, forcing himself into all her holes and claiming every square inch of her in no uncertain terms. He has even found his fist clenched to strike her during their frequent arguments and he has had to force himself to uncurl his fingers.Zoe MatthewsAge: 20Appearance: Petite at just 5ft tall. { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } Zoe was just 19 when she caught Dan's eye and these days she often wishes she hadn't. Working at The Joiner's Arms is no fun at all these days and even when she was impeccably behaved, Dan would often accuse her of flirting. She hated the way he thought she would leap into bed with anyone who so much as smiled at her.Zoe had grown up with her parents and a brother. From an early age she was called a 'daddy's girl' because of the way her father doted on her. Behind the idyllic public facade lurked a darker truth however. Zoe's father had first touched her between the legs when she was 8 years old, saying that he had to check on her development in case she needed to see the doctor. By the time she was 9 he was making her perform oral sex on him and by the time she was 12 he had taken her virginity. By this point Zoe was living in constant fear. She knew what he was doing to her was despicable but her father constantly threatened her. If she told her mother, brother or anyone else, he would kill them. If she brought shame on him and their family, he would kill her. At 14 her periods started and the abuse had stopped for a short while. Within a month however, her father had invested in a box of condoms and lubricant so he could use her ass when her pussy was unavailable to him. He also procured and had her start taking contraceptive tablets.Zoe had never had a boyfriend before and she had been considered frigid for years. When she was 16 she had arranged a date with a boy but her father had checked her phone messages and he beat the lad up, warning him off of Zoe in no uncertain terms. She had not dared to see anyone since. When she started working in the pub her father had objected at first but Zoe's mother had intervened and she had enjoyed the hours spent out of the house and having her own money for a change. Zoe had no been prepared for the inevitable male attention however and Dan had obviously picked up on this because he had been polite and gentle. His reputation had been appalling but his obvious repentance and his desire to have a proper relationship with her were very seductive. Even his mates became convinced he was serious about her. Dan was not the sort of guy to be intimidated by Zoe's dad. He carried heavy packages around as a delivery driver and he was very fit physically. Dan made her feel secure and sexually he had made few demands on her. Zoe was not adventurous sexually and Dan had become enamoured with slow, passionate sex - something that had been missing from all his casual liaisons. Now, she knew he was bored but was too scarred sexually to try and talk to him about it.She had been thrilled when she found out she was pregnant and relieved that Dan had taken the sudden news so well. Moving out of her father's place had been so wonderful and although he had been irritable and distant since she announced her pregnancy, he had kept his hands off of her since. Dan had no knowledge of her past until Zoe lost the baby. That was when she broke down and confessed her fears that the child could possibly have been her own father's. After his initial disgust at what that meant, he had tried to be supportive but Zoe knew there just wasn't enough between them to bridge the yawning chasm that her revelation had opened. She didn't know how to bridge it and Dan had suddenly started acting as though there were no problems or issues between them. Once, after sex, he asked her out of the blue if her father ever made her cum and Zoe had been forced to confess that he had.He was losing respect for her and resenting the burden of knowledge she had placed on him. More than once he had asked her why she had told him. That had been particularly hurtful, to know that the one person in the world she had confided in didn't want that knowledge and could never look at her in the same way again. Dan was getting more controlling, always asking her where she had been and who she had spent her time with. Zoe was becoming accustomed for accounting for her day and even made a point of doing so to reassure him. It just seemed to be making him worse though, and now he spent his evenings propping up the end of the bar and watching her like she was some kind of psychotic nympho. Dan still hadn't worked out that the last thing Zoe was likely to go off and do was fuck somebody else. It was insulting and Zoe's patience with his constant mistrust was wearing thin.**************************************************************The basic plotDan is going to become ever more controlling of Zoe and this will escalate into casual violence and violent sex. He will start to objectify her and to ask himself why he guards such a broken and defiled woman so jealously. His friends will continue to taunt him for falling into the trap of supporting a woman when she hasn't even borne him a child. He will also have the secret fear that the baby was actually Zoe's father's and that he himself is firing blanks. The knowledge that Zoe's father continued to force her into sex with him during the early part of their relationship, while she acted as though nothing was going on, will eat away at him until he can hardly look at her. Guilt will prevent him from dumping her but not from mistreating her. His own character flaws and insecurities will be a strong influencing factor in how things progress. How much Zoe is aware of that will be up to you.Dan's violence and anger will quickly subjugate Zoe into terrified compliance. He will humiliate her into performing for him the more lewd acts she was forced to perform for her father. He will start forcing her into bondage, anal sex, deepthroating, facials and this will escalate into BDSM, sexual torture, asphyxiation and other, edgier acts. If she's played the whore for her own daddy, she can damn well do it for him. Dan is mentally competing with Zoe's dad and that will cause him to be largely oblivious to what his demands are doing to her. In his mind, she should not equate the two and she should be willing to do these thingsbecauseit's him and not her old man who's asking.Once he starts hitting and abusing her, Dan will insist she quits her job at the pub before someone notices her bruises. His first moments of rage and savage lust will be unchecked in any way and he will not have the pragmatic mind of an abuser. He will lash out, hitting her where people will notice and he will then have to keep threatening her, hurting her and scaring her so Zoe covers for him and doesn't tell anyone what he's done. Cold, calculated abuse will come later, once his confidence has grown, the point of no return has been crossed and once Zoe fears him so much that there's almost nothing he can't force her to do. Money will get tight and as Zoe is kept a prisoner in her own home and reduced to little better than a slave, the last shreds of humanity and pity for her will disappear and Dan will set up a website and start hiring her out for money. The spare room that was supposed to be for their baby will become the room she is kept in for hours at a time while clients use her for pretty much whatever they wish. To prevent Zoe from trying to get a client to rescue her, he'll drug her with enough tranquillizers to keep her pliant and apathetic. He'll put the word out that the grief of her miscarriage has made her agoraphobic and stand over her as she makes occasional calls to her family to allay their fears. Dan's utter disregard for Zoe and active contempt of her will reach its peak at this point. The more she is forced to do, the further she is objectified by him. For a while he will even cease to use her name, preferring derogatory words like slut, cunt, whore, bitch and the like. Even in his thoughts she will become 'the worthless little bitch' or 'the filthy whore.' Her name will not enter his head for quite a while and her working name will be pornstar-esque anyway, so he won't have to refer to her as Zoe to clients.Once Dan has her reduced to this pitiful state, Zoe will actually start to become valuable to him again. The money he makes from whoring her out will boost his lifestyle dramatically and he will quickly realise that no other woman on earth would put up with the way he treats her. Also, if she ever escaped their little flat and made it to a police station, he'd go away for a very long time. Dan takes other women, taking them on lavish dates with the money he's made from pimping Zoe, fucking them in view of her, showering them with the affection he rarely offers Zoe or even forcing her into bisexuality with them. He's living his own deviant, perverted dream and to maintain that, he will start rewarding her for good behaviour and being affectionate enough towards Zoe to manipulate her and prevent her from completely losing hope.This is where things will again evolve between them. As Dan starts treating Zoe a little better and allowing himself to be close to her once more it will finally hit him just what he has put her through. He will feel abject remorse for using her horrific childhood as an excuse to treat her like an animal and Zoe's pathetic gratitude for the crumbs of affection and approbation he offers her will hammer home to Dan just what an appalling state she has been reduced to at his hands. Dan will start to spend more time with her and to remember why he fell for her in the first place and what she meant to him then. Piece by piece, Dan will start to put her shattered heart back together again. He will see how terrified she has truly become of him and how little she trusts him now and Dan will work hard to put that right. Eventually, he will be able to apologise, to dissemble and admit that he has been evil to her. They will finally talk frankly about Zoe's past and Dan's personal issues and a tentative bond of trust and love will be formed. Zoe will be too broken to his will to assert herself again and Dan will find that he does still love her and that her devotion to him, though bought at a terrible price, is something he can never hope to receive from any other woman. Their relationship will become one of consensual M/s as Dan learns how to Master himself and his temper and draw willing submission from Zoe rather than terrified compliance. Once love and trust are re-established, he will start to allow her more freedoms and rehabilitate her into being able to function normally outside the flat.And so they'll live happily ever after... eventually. Daniel ForresterDaniel ForresterAge: 26Brown shaggy long hair, 6 Ft. tall, 175 lbs. Muscular build. blue eyes.Generally wears dark tee-shirts, blue jeans, boxer shorts, and sneakers or boots. It was a busy Saturday night in The Joiner's Arms. The two pool tables were occupied, with more people waiting to play and some lads were murdering 'My Way' on the karaoke machine by insisting on doing it their way. It was 11pm and the pub was open until midnight. Zoe was working hard, pouring drinks while adding up the round and then entering the total into the pub's ancient till. Another girl, her friend Louise, was working beside her and there were a number of people waiting to be served, jostling and waving their money.Alone amongst the revellers was Daniel. Although he was with his brothers and some friends, what he was actually doing was sitting on a stool at the end of the bar and watching her. Zoe was a pretty girl and on a Saturday night she could get any number of compliments from guys and where she used to smile and brush them off gently, now she was turning into a ice cold bitch queen because Dan didn't like it when she smiled too much."Oi darlin!" Yelled a drunken bloke who was bored of waiting his turn. "I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?"Zoe could feel Dan bristling as though she had ESP. She smiled and answered loudly enough for Dan to hear."0208 889 9900.""That's not your number!""No mate, Rickshaws Taxis. They'll get you home before I have to bar you."It would all have been harmless and good natured were it not for the low level panic she felt the whole time Dan was in the pub. She was trying her best, wearing t shirts that were loose and showed nothing off, keeping her makeup to a minimum and tying her hair up into a ponytail. Louise by contrast was wearing a low cut halter, plenty of war paint and she revelled in all the attention. Zoe felt dowdy and frumpy beside her but it was really the least of her woes.Since the miscarriage, a word that neither of them ever used, Dan had been distant, going through the motions and refusing to communicate. After spending 3 months absolutely terrified that the baby might be her father's, Zoe had finally broken down and confessed the horror of her childhood. She had been doped up on painkillers at the time, tearful and grief-stricken. Now she wished so much that she had never said a word. Dan had been so utterly appalled. He had wanted to go and beat her father, John, to a pulp but Zoe had not been able to bear him leaving. Even worse than the way Zoe had been abused was the revelation that it had continued right up until she had moved in with Dan. She felt terrible about it but she had been so close to escaping her father after all these years that in the scheme of things, it hadn't seemed that important. Looking at Dan's wounded features however, Zoe realised that in fact it made all the difference in the world. Dan sat at the end of the bar, with his mates around him, but he wasn't paying them much attention anymore, frankly he was sick and tired of their childish attitudes, and he wished they'd just leave him alone. He had more important things to worry about, and she was behind the bar, working.Ever since Zoe had lost the baby, their relationship had begun to slide downhill. Dan knew it was all her fault too, ever since she told him what happened, he couldn't look at her in the same light as before. Fathers were supposed to protect their children, not fuck them.His own Father was a Son of a Bitch, and Dan had been beaten by him more times than he cared to remember, but then again he and his brothers had deserved it. That was of course in between him cheating on Mum. He'd hurt her in many ways, both physical and mental, but Mum never left, and Dan couldn't understand why. Then one day he'd come home from his summer job, as it had been raining, and he found his Mum in bed with the Postman.Dan was sure of it now, thinking back to the look on his Mothers face when he caught her with that man,All women were sluts and whores. Even Zoe.Especially Zoe. He own Father had fucked her for years, and she'd even admited to him one night that she enjoyed it and even came from his insestious sex with her. Zoe was the worst kind of slut, she didn't even know she was one, but Dan did.Even now as he sat there and watched her from his stool, Dan knew that if he had not kept after Zoe, she'd dress just like that slut she was working with tonight. Even the way she looked now, blokes were still hitting on her, and he sighed.He picked up his glass and drained it, and he pounded the bar twice with the bottom of the glass, knowing that Zoe would hear it, and come with another for him. She looked over at him, and held up her finger, and went back to pouring drinks while talking to the patrons. It took her five minutes to bring him his beer, and Dan was fuming mad.He grabbed Zoe's arm when she set his beer down, "You're Boss pays you to pour drinks, not to be the fucking entertainment here Zoe. You can't do a bloody thing right, now can you?" He said, as he pushed her arm away. "Chatting it up with the boy's isn't putting any money in my pockets either, you slut." She tried not to rise to his harsh words. Daniel when sober was enough of an unknown quantity these days but after a few beers he was dangerously unpredictable. His eyes flashed as he grabbed her hand, pressing his thumb into the delicate flesh of her wrist, hurting her and enjoying it. Zoe had thought she had paid for her new life with Dan, paid the bitter price of 12 years of abuse at the hands of her father. They had been so happy when they moved into their new place, such a short time ago. She had never been looked at with the level of cold contempt that was in Dan's eyes these days. Despite his behaviour, she still loved him. Zoe wished with all her heart that she could make things right between them but she had no clue how. At least he hadn't spoken of her shameful past to anyone else, as far as she knew anyway.It irked her that he expected preferential treatment at the bar, that she should drop everything and come running. Her friends were all telling her to get rid of him, appalled at the way he was treating her after the miscarriage she had been through. Move back home and get rid of him, they said.Yeah, right.Caught between a rock and a hard place, Zoe was throwing her lot in with Dan and hoping that in time he would see she had had no choice where her father was concerned. John had been so manipulative, malevolent and sadistic, there was no way to articulate to Dan the hold that man had had over her from such a young age. She had normalised the abuse to such a degree that it was easy to pretend nothing was going on. She had thought she was shielding Dan but in reality she had created a ticking relationship timebomb and losing the baby had detonated it with devastating consequences.She kept her voice level, aware that people were starting to stare at them. It was obvious Dan was holding her too tightly and his expression was menacing. The fear was evident in her wide green eyes and she tried to gently pull her hand away as she spoke but Dan was having none of it."You know I can't help what guys say and I always tell them to get lost. This is a bar Dan, not a convent. People are waiting, please let me go... come on, it's not fair on Louise."Zoe tried to mentally add up how many pints he'd had but she'd lost track. Dan drank strong, imported lager and while he could hold his drink, her shift had been from 3pm and it would be 1am before everything was closed up, cleaned down and re-stocked. Dan had come straight from work and Zoe had been coerced into ordering him free food again. She was going to lose her job the way he was going.He finally noticed they were causing a scene and he let her go, shoving her hand away and snatching up his beer. Everything about his demeanour said 'we are not done yet.' Zoe saw how tight his grip was on his beer, how tense his muscles were. She hated it when he got like this.Zoe shrugged apologetically and went over to serve the next customer. It was a few moments later that she remembered she had forgotten to charge him again. Dan had a way of driving everything else from her mind and as nervous tension boiled in the pit of her stomach, Zoe came to a new revelation.He's scaring me now. I am afraid of my own boyfriend. "You know I can't help what guys say and I always tell them to get lost. This is a bar Dan, not a convent. People are waiting, please let me go... come on, it's not fair on Louise." "fuck her too..." he said snarling under his breath. He let go of Zoe quickly like she had some kind of disease, and he gave her a stare that saidwe're not finished bitch,as she walked away.Fucking Louise, that cunt was always sticking her nose into Zoe's business. He knew what they all thought about him, and Dan could have cared less. He'd fuck that bitch right in front of Zoe, then they'd really have something to talk about hen, he thought with a smirk.Leave him... what the fuck was she going to do, go crawling back to her fucking Daddy on her knee's begging for his cocck again? He looked at Zoe and snarled, 'probably' just that. He fucking hated her."There all bitches..." he muttered as he raised his glass to his lips. "Sluts and whores, all of 'em." He drained his beer, and he looked around, seeing his brother Rich, and he punched him in the arm."You got any fucking blow, bro," he said chuckling at his joke. His brother nodded and they headed off together to the bathroom, working their way through the crowd. Once inside, they locked the door, and Rich laid out a thick line for his brother. Dan rolled a bill, and he snorted half in each nostril."Thanks man," he muttered and he wiped his nose clean. "I've been here all night, and i needed the lift." Rich did he lines, snorting loudly, and he loked at his brother."I don't see why you waste your time with that bitch." Rich said smirking. "She can't even hold a fucking child." he said shaking his head.Dan grunted. "Wasn't ment to be mate, it was her fucking fathers baby.""WHAT!" Rich exclaimed. Dan nodded his head, looking at his feet in shame. "Holy Shit..." Rich muttered.Dan looked up into his brothers eyes, "Said he'd been using her ass since she was a little kid too.""She never tried to get him busted for it?" Rich asked, and he put his arm on his brothers shoulder. Dan looked down, embarassed and he shook his head no. "Said he'd fucking kill her or some shit." he muttered."Dump the fucking bitch Dan. I mean it, get rid of her fucking ass. You know Dad would."Dan glared at his brother. "Don't you ever fuking mention HIM again." Dan hit the wall with his fist, drawing blood, and he didn't even feel it."I can't dump her Rich, I love the bitch!" he exclaimed, "Just like Dad loves Mom." he sid quietly. Dan rubbed hand over his face, leaving a thin line of blood over his eyes."You know I caught Mom in bed once with the Postman, Rich? They were fucking their asses off, and I knew dad was at work yet. She begged me not to tell Dad, she got on her fucking knees right in front of me Rich, and begged me not to tell our Father that she was a fucking whore! She fucking pulled my cock out and sucked me off right in my fucking bedroom!"Rich stood there, his mouth open, just staring at Dan. "You fucked our Mother?" he asked, not believing the words he was saying.Dan hung his head in shame, and he nodded yes."Your no fucking better than that bar bitch your screwing. You two fucking deserve each other." he said angrilly, and he walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.Dan started crying. "I know..." he whispered to himself. Now his shame was complete. He pulled the botton of his tee-shirt out, and he wiped his eyes with it, and we walked out of the bathroom to find his bitch.They did deserve each other, he thought. Dan looked for Zoe behind the bar, and he smiled a wicked grin at her. He'd fix everything tonight with her, he loved her. They could make their own baby again, and he'd start tonight. Zoe was many things but stupid was not one of them. Dan strode from the mens' room with new energy and purpose which meant one thing - coke. He made a point of staring at her and his eyes glittered with intent. Zoe knew already she was going to be in for a rough time later but she hadn't bargained for Dan piling a line or two onto his beer buzz. The police had only been sniffing around the place a few weeks ago and there was Dan, snorting drugs in the pub she worked at. The stupid bastard was determined to get her fired or worse, arrested for condoning drug use on the premises. Zoe felt her anxiety kick up a gear and she completely lost track of the round she was pouring. She went over to the till, flustered and uncertain of what she should be ringing up."He's trouble you know, and nothing but." A deep voice cut into her thoughts. Tony, a regular customer who knew the three Forrester boys of old, nodded sagely. Dan had returned to his spot at the corner of the bar, oblivious to the cut on his hand that suggested he'd been fighting. A smear of blood lay across one eyebrow, giving him a quizzical expression."Oh fucking hell." Zoe spat under her breath. She threw the coins into the till draw and slammed it shut with more force than was necessary. Zoe grabbed a paper napkin from where cutlery was stored and marched over to her wayward man. Her pity and fear were giving way to exasperation and it was dangerous ground to tread."You're bleeding." She pointed out neutrally, holding out the napkin, which Dan took with bad grace. "Dare I ask why? There's some on your eye too." He remained sullen, not meeting her eyes because he knew she'd spot his dilated pupils a mile off. Zoe lowered her voice to an irritable whisper. "Do you have to do that here?I work hereDan, I can think of 5 pubs off the top of my head that Rich drinks in." His eyes flashed once more and she tried vainly to appear diplomatic. "People are noticing the state you're in. You can't stomp round all night like Attila The Hun with PMT.PleaseDan... I'll be finished soon and then we can go home. Just wind your neck in a bit... ok?"Zoe exhaled sharply with an exhausted and agitated sigh. Why did he have to make everything a battle? "You're bleeding." she said handing him a napkin."Dare I ask why? There's some on your eye too." "No, you may NOT ask fucking why." Dan said, looking down. This was just nuts, he thought, why should he give a shit what she thought. "Not that it's any of your business, but my brother and I were talking about parenting in the bathroom, and I got mad and punched the wall."Dan had made the mistake of looking at Zoe, and she went off on him.Zoe lowered her voice to an irritable whisper."Do you have to do that here? I work here Dan, I can think of 5 pubs off the top of my head that Rich drinks in." Dan spit on the floor, not in her face as he wanted to. He whispered to her, with malace in his voice."Yeah? Well shit Zoe, I can point out at least 20 blokes in here, right now, that are lit up like a neon sign. Why don't you check THEIR fucking Eyes before you complain about me. Yeah, my brother can take his money anywhere, I'm sure the hundred pounds he dropped in this bar tonight would be appreciated elsewhere."Zoe sighed and tried a different approch, a more diplomatic one. She put her hand on his, and he said quietly. "People are noticing the state you're in. You can't stomp round all night like Attila The Hun with PMT. Please Dan... I'll be finished soon and then we can go home. Just wind your neck in a bit... ok?""PM What? What the fuck are you talking about? Look Zoe, I've had a long day, and all I want to do is stay awake long enough to make love to you tonight, is that such a bad thing? Yes, you heard me right, I want to make another baby with you honey."Dan sighed, and he looked at Zoe. "Look, I'm sorry... OK!. Please... just get all this shit wrapped up honey, all I want to do is to go home with you Zoe. I do love you, in case you've forgotten." "...Look Zoe, I've had a long day, and all I want to do is stay awake long enough to make love to you tonight, is that such a bad thing? Yes, you heard me right, I want to make another baby with you honey." Dan sighed, and he looked at Zoe. "Look, I'm sorry... OK!. Please... just get all this shit wrapped up honey, all I want to do is to go home with you Zoe. I do love you, in case you've forgotten."She froze, her jaw falling open as she grabbed the bar in order to steady herself. Zoe could not believe what she was hearing. Another baby? The last one hadn't exactly been planned and these days Dan could barely look at her. What the hell was he thinking?Well he wasn't thinking at all, was he? Stupid man was wasted. Trust Dan to get all fucking resolute on her at a time like this. Zoe was completely sober but she was really no match for Dan when he'd got a bee in his bonnet about something. This was going to be tricky. Her lips twisted at his tone. He always said 'I love you' grudgingly these days, as though she should be pathetically grateful.Zoe didn't trust herself to say anything, she just leaned over the bar on tiptoes and gave him a kiss. With any luck at all he would have forgotten all about this announcement by the time they went home, fighting him on it would just make Dan start 'putting his foot down,' one of his new favourite phrases. His features softened a little and Zoe smiled and moved away to start serving again.The crushing, heart wrenching guilt Zoe felt for the loss of that tiny scrap of humanity she had been carrying around was impossible to articulate. She had been horrified when she first found out, sat alone on the toilet of the bathroom at home; the bathroom which had never had a fucking lock on the door, one of her father's favourite places to touch and intimidate her. Armed with a pack of 3 tests, she had peed on them all and lined them up along the windowsill, watching the urine track its way upwards.Positive.Positive.Positive.Right then she had felt her stomach convulse, racked with the terrifying prospects of telling Dan, her family and her GP. What if it was not Dan's baby and somehow it was found out? What if it was deformed or disabled because of the inbreeding? Could she really condemn a child to that fate and then let Dan raise it? How did she find out if it was going to be ok without it becoming obvious that the father was a close relative?Right then, Zoe knew she had cursed that little bundle of cells inside her, rejected it emotionally, wishing fervently that it had never been conceived. What baby could thrive in a poisoned environment like that, feeding on her shame, fear and self loathing via the umbilicus? Zoe felt that she had condemned that child, that she was solely responsible for its failure to survive. She hadn't eaten properly, she'd been stressed and upset almost the whole time, every test, scan and examination threatening to throw up something that cast doubt over Dan's paternity. In retrospect, it was amazing the poor kid had lasted as long as it had.The day she had lost her baby, Zoe had woken up beside Dan feeling happier than she had for a long time. It had been a Sunday and the two of them had had nothing to do, cuddling and kissing in bed before some gentle lovemaking and a lazy breakfast. That day, Dan had told her he loved her and it had lit up his face because he had truly meant it. By lunchtime, she was kneeling on the floor in agony, bleeding all over her clothes while Dan brought his car around. They had thrown towels over the passenger seat but there was still a stain there that made her feel like crying every time she got in the car. By the time they made the hospital it was all over and nothing but aftercare could be offered. Dan had been wonderful throughout the whole ordeal, right up until Zoe broke down into helpless, guilt ridden tears and confessed to her past between sobs.There had been no suspicious circumstances, she and Dan had appeared a normal, happy couple. There were few tests performed as the baby had been too small when she lost it. The paternity of that little life would forever be a mystery. Zoe had had to endure a 'scrape' to ensure everything was removed from the womb and what remained of her child had been incinerated without ceremony. It was all so clinical, so unlike the terrible grief she carried wherever she went.She could not do it again, could not lose another baby.They had been told she should not try to conceive for at least 3 months, until her cycle had settled down. She could not start taking an oral contraceptive until she had had a period and Dan had never been fond of wearing condoms. Zoe had no clue how she was going to prevent him from getting his way on this but somehow she was going to have to. They weren't ready for a baby, they never had been.Things passed quietly enough between them until closing. Dan remained at the bar, quite clearly drunk now. He made no move to offer to help Zoe and Louise with anything, just sat there while they ran around emptying the glasswasher and re-stocking fridges. Dan sat at the bar slowly loosing it, as the coke wore off. He had some in his pocket, a parting gift from his brother, but he'd be dammed if he'd listen to Zoe bitch about him doing it in the bar, even if it was closed.He'd been around drugs and women his whole life. He and his brothers used to have orgies, where they snorted lines off bitches tit's or they'd do hits of crack while the cunt were blowing them under the table. There was nothing like the feeling of blowing the top of your head off with a good Crack hit, while you dumped a load in a crack whores frantically sucking mouth. He had so much of it, he got sick of it.Then he met Zoe and everything changed for him. He even tried to straighten out for her, only smoking some pot once in a while, or having a few beers. He'd been good to Zoe, he loved the hell out of her, and she loved him back with a burning passion that met his own.When they'd found out she was pregnant, Dan felt such pride at being a Father... He'd do everything right, and not live up to the legacy his Father had shamed their family with. Dan would be a good parent, and a devoted husband, and NOTHING would stop him.Then one day, on a happy day, one of the precious few they had together, Zoe lost the baby. Dan knew she was not taking care of herself, he tried to talk to her about it, but every time he mentioned the baby's health, she got mad, or ran off crying. Dan just couldn't figure out what the fuck was wrong with her. How could she NOT give a shit about the baby?Zoe was crying her eyes out after it happened, and Dan had never seen her so grief stricken. But there was something else too, she looked.... relieved, like a burden had been removed, or something.finally Dan couldn't stand it anymore, and he put his foot down. Dan's heart was ripped out of his chest over what had happened, and at times Zoe looked like she'd just won the fucking Lottery, in between her fit's of crying.He knew she wasn't a virgin when he had taken her. He'd never asked her about her dating history, and he just assumed some wanker had lucked into fucking her at some time in her past.The bottom dropped out of Dans mind when Zoe let it slip out that, sayingeverything was over and done with now, and they could get on with their life's.Dan asked her what she meant by that. Zoe had a look of sheer panic on her face, and refused to talk about it. Dan didn't let it drop though, and he kept badgering Zoe till she screamed at him that the baby probably wasn't his anyways.Dan thought she had cheated on him, then Zoe told him a wild story that he just couldn't fucking believe, that her Father had raped and abused her for years, even after she was pregnant, and she'd been with Dan for several months.Dan thought she was lieing to cover up an affair. His own Father was a asshole, but even He would never do such a thing, although his Mother would stoop that low, fucking him to stay out of trouble, to ensure his silence. Dan knew what Zoe told him was the truth then, and it had ate at his mind ever since.The only thing Dan wanted more than anything was to get back to the time when he and Zoe were really happy together, which was when she was pregnant. Dan didn't think about the money, he could make that anytime he wanted too, with a good drug score.All Dan wanted was to be happy again, what the fuck was so wrong with that? He was shaken out of his thoughts when the bar lights were turned off, and Zoe came to him, telling him it was time to go.Dan got off his stool on wobbly legs, and he looked into Zoe's eyes. "We deserve to be happy Zoe, Damnit we deserve it, and I'm gonna make us happy honey." He threw his arms around her, and he yanked her to him."This time it will be just us, my fucking baby, and you can be proud of me again." he said slurring his speech as he pointed to the door. "Lets go home and fuck us up a baby... baby" he said laughing, "This time it will be just us, my fucking baby, and you can be proud of me again." he said slurring his speech as he pointed to the door. "Lets go home and fuck us up a baby... baby" he said laughing."Louise threw Zoe a sympathetic look and then marched over to her car. Dan and Zoe were walking home. She couldn't drive and he was having some difficulty with walking just now. He leaned on her heavily in what he probably imagined was a romantic fashion but Zoe was exhausted and Dan was no pixie. Her mind was reeling as she tried to think of a way to suggest contraception that wouldn't send Dan steaming into a towering rage. It hurt her that he was fixated on this baby idea. Before that the two of them had been enough and she had liked knowing he had given up his wild ways just for her. Now it seemed he resented her and that she was only good for a warm, wet pussy and a walking incubator. She was no longer enough for him on her own, he would not drop the idea of getting her pregnant again. Zoe tried to gently reason with him as they reached the road their apartment building was on."Dan, you know we can't tonight. The doctors said I mustn't get pregnant for at least three months. If we do it now it could be dangerous for me and for a baby. I can't go back on the pill yet so... Dan... you're going to have to wear a condom this time... please? Or..." Zoe was trying to be inventive now. "Or you could just not cum in my pussy, I'm sure that would be alright. Do you understand what I'm saying love?"She felt him tense beside her and her heart sank even before he gathered his thoughts enough to reply. Panic began to rise within her again. Zoe was doing it to him again, Dan thought, as they walked back to their flat. He couldn't drive home "You're to drunk" now she's telling him he couldn't have sex... dan was sick of it, sick of her telling him what he could do. His Father wouldn't put up with this shit, why should he? Fathers... I bet she never said no to daddy... god dammed bitch.... Dan thought looking at Zoe as they walked together. He wanted to smack her so fucking bad... his brother was right... nothing but a useless cunt."Fine... whatever Zoe. I'll just go wank off in the loo. Then you won't have to worry about your precious pussy." Dan said. The menace in his voice silenced her abd they walked up the steps to their little flat stony faced. Zoe assumed with the skinfull Dan had had he would want the toilet first so she made no move towards the bathroom. She was so tired, too tired to be putting up with his shit and trying to reason with him while he was steaming. Zoe went to the bedroom to strip and get under the covers but she abruptly changed her mind. She'd never talk Dan round if she did that. She flipped the kettle on and sat at the kitchen table.The unmistakeable sound of someone snorting a line emanated from the bathroom. Fucking great. How much more of the stuff did he have?Zoe dropped her gaze to the table. Her hands were trembling. There was somthing different about Dan tonight, indefinably but chillingly different. How could he want to knock up a woman he could hardly stand? 'Let's fuck us up a baby.' How romantic. What a fucking way to conceive.Zoe poured herself a cup of tea, her stomach twisting and writhing with nervous apprehension. Dan walked out of the bathroom after he'd snorted a line. He wanted to save some for later, so he'd only done enough to last for a little while, just long enough for him to take care of Zoe. He went to the bedroom, and he took off his clothes, and he walked into the kitchen and he found Zoe sitting at the table sipping her tea.He sat down beside her, and he just watched her for a minute. He looked at her, and he watched the cup shake slightly as she brought it to her lips."Tired eh?" he asked. Zoe looked up at him and she nodded and she closed her eyes, trying to relax."I've been thinking about what you said, and I decided I don't want to fuck you after all, so I'll settle for a good blow job, instead." He said, as he smiled across the table at her. In his state, this was about as much as Zoe could have hoped for so she tried not to let the anger show in her expression. She hated it when he talked to her like this, like sex was his due by right and he was being so fucking magnanimous by not insisting on it. She drank a little more of her tea and then knelt on the floor, unzipping the crotch of his jeans and hoping to have this done with quickly. Dan was a well endowed man. His cock was a full 8 inches and eye-wateringly thick. When Zoe had first seen it, she had naively wondered if it would ever fit inside her. The only other cock she'd seen erect, her father's, was about 5 inches and narrower. Dan was stupidly proud of his cock and pretty much everyone at the pub had seen it at least once when he'd been drunk and stupid in his wild days before they got together.He had such energy when on coke, it made her even more tired just to look at him. Zoe took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Her mouth was still warm from her hot drink and even though she took as much as she could and settled into getting him off, Dan started pushing his hips towards her and threatening to make her gag. His hand was on her ponytail but he often did that, just stroking her hair as she sucked him. Zoe reached up to cup and stroke his balls, moving her rhythm up a gear and trying to please him. Dan watched the reaction from Zoe as he told her he'd settle for a blow job. It was a bitches duty to take care of her man, and the sooner she realized it, the better off they'd both be. She took another drink of her tea, and she slid off her seat, and she crawled to him like a good little bitch. Dan was happy to see that, maybe she was learning her proper place afterall, but he knew he had to knock that attitude out of her, and make her compliant to him.When she put his cock into her mouth, Dan spoke. "See you know your place bitch, on your knees taking care of my needs." He took her ponytail in his hand, and he started lightly thrusting himself into her hot wet mouth, giving her a full mouthfull, till she almost gagged. Dan was going to show Zoe, show her what a proper bitch did for the pleasure of his cock. He twisted his hand around her ponytail, and he growled at her."You can do better than that you bar whore!" and he shoved himself fully into her mouth, holding Zoe's head firmly in place, while she paniced and started to gag on his fat cock. Dan pulled her off his cock by her tail, and he smacked her face with his open palm, not too hard, just enough to assure that the bitch had his attention."You do a good job you slut, and I'll fuck your ass, but if you don't, I'll whip it first with my belt, and then fuck it. Either way, you've sleeping with my cum in your arse you worthless cock sucking bitch!"He shoved her head back down on him, and he heard Zoe groan, in what he thought was passion. "Yeah, that's it you bar whore, suck that big fat cock!" he said, shoving himself fully into her helpless mouth. She tried to pull back but Dan wasn't allowing it. Zoe gagged and retched on his cock while she fought him for every single breath. It hurt so deeply to be called a 'bar whore' and if he thought he was going to fuck her ass, he was mistaken. Zoe had never let anyone take her there because it brought back too many bad memories.Dan thrust forwards but Zoe pushed him back with her hands and moved away from him, preparing to stand rather than stay kneeling at his feet."My place isnotat your fucking feet you arrogant asshole!" She yelled. "You're not fucking my ass either, why do you have to be such a bastard when you're on drugs?"Zoe shoved him away with all her strength and marched to the bedroom. There was no way in hell she was being treated like that by a man who professed to love her. "My place is not at your fucking feet you arrogant asshole!" She yelled. "You're not fucking my ass either, why do you have to be such a bastard when you're on drugs?"Dan saw red when Zoe went off on him, and he grabbed her arm squeezing it tight, not caring if he was hurting the bitch or not. "You're fucking place is where ever I say Bitch!" He pulled Zoe right to his face, his breath blowing her hair as he yelled at her."I don't need drugs to be a bastard, they just make it more fun," he said with a evil laugh. Zoe reacted in terror and she jerked herself away from him. Dan grinned again feeding off her fear. He would take the bitch, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Dan watched her as she marched off to the bedroom, and he shook his head, thinking it's where he wanted the bitch in the first place.He shoved the unlatched door open, and it hit the wall with a loud bang. Zoe was standing by the bed all full of herself, and Dan walked right up to her, and he grabbed her by the hair. "Get your fucking clothes off before I rip them off you, slut!" Dan said then he pushed her onto the bed, and he started to take his clothes off.Zoe looked dazed not believing what was going on, but Dan paid no attention to her as he stripped. Soon he stood before her naked, his cock pointing at Zoe and he grew more irritated with her as she just sat there looking at him with her pathetic eyes."What in the hell do you think your doing, I said to Strip!" Dan said slapping Zoe on her cheek, then he reached down grabbing her shirt, and he tried to rip it apart. He grew more frustrated when the material didn't tear apart.Dan smacked her other cheek with his hand, and he went for her pants, determined to bare his bitch for a good fuck."You can't do a fucking thing right can you bitch! I'm going to take you one way or the other Cunt" He growled. He towered over her as she lay on the bed, watching him undress in total disbelief. Things had been more than precarious between them of late but Dan had never spoken to her like that, never ordered her to suck him or announced he was going to fuck her as though she had no say in the matter. His previous comment about fucking her ass had also terrified her. His cock was hard and livid and Dan was clumsy with her when he'd been drinking... or worse... when it came to regular sex. The thought of him forcing her into anal sex, with that big cock of his and a total disregard for her consent or pleasure, it had temporarily stunned her."What in the hell do you think your doing, I said to Strip!"His hand stung her face and she saw his fist clench before he threatened her with the backhand. Zoe finally acknowledged that she was way out of her depth and that further refusal or procrastination would only enrage him. Before she could move however, he was ripping at her T shirt, trying to pull it apart. The material refused to yield and without any warning he struck her again. Zoe actually cowered."You can't do a fucking thing right can you bitch! I'm going to take you one way or the other Cunt"His snarl was feral, totally menacing.Now he was yanking on her jeans, not giving her any opportunity to obey him, getting more pissed off as the tight denim refused to budge. She opened the button and zipper and within moments he had pulled them off of her. She had never seen him so angry and violent. Zoe pulled off the rest of her clothes as fast as she could, desperately hoping she could appease him because even in the midst of everything that was happening, there was one awful thought obliterating all else from her mind."Dan... you remember what the doctor said? You... you can't get me pregnant yet... it would be dangerous... we could have a disabled baby or something.PleaseDan... pleasedon'tget me pregnant."Without any form of conscious decision, Zoe had her head lowered and was addressing the floor. Instinct told her not to look him in the eye right now. His cock was right there in her face and she knelt on the bed on all fours, stroking it while he glared at her."PleaseDan... " She begged, taking his swollen member into her mouth and sucking it, hoping to please him and maybe calm him a little. Dan was happy to see that Zoe finally realized that he was meaning business, when he slappred her face. She was learni ng her place as she looked to the floor."Dan... you remember what the doctor said? You... you can't get me pregnant yet... it would be dangerous... we could have a disabled baby or something. Please Dan... please don't get me pregnant."He smiled hearing her plead for him not to fuck her cunt, so she could not get pregnant. Dan had no problem with that he'd just fuck her ass, instead."See bitch, you can cooperate when you really want too," Dan said sneering, as Zoe reached up to him, grabbing his cock, and sucking it. dan grabbed her hair again and he pulled it back, taking Zoe's head off his cock. He bent her head back till she looked into his eyes. Dan saw fear, and he tasted victory over his bitch."You worthless cunt, bitches crawl across the floor for the opprtunity to suck and fuck my cock, and I'm fucking sick and tired of you telling me what I can do. I won't knock you up Zoe, but I'll be damned if i'm not going to fuck you tonight.. The sooner you get that in that thick head of your's, the happer we both will be."Dan pushed her head back onto his cock, and he ordered, "Get busy slut, if you please me now, I may let you sleep tonight, if not, well.... Lets just say you'll wish like hell you did." he growled at his bitch, as he started ramming his cock into Zoe, face again, yanking her hair with every thrust of his hips, using her like the whore she really was.Dan heard his bitch gag, and he smiled. Even as she gagged and choked on his cock, Zoe was fuming inside. Dan thought he was God's gift to women but the truth was that wherever there was plenty of cash and drugs, stupid women followed. It was quite possible that Dan had extorted enough sexual favours from women to acquire the distorted belief that he was irresistible but for him to believe his own hype to this degree was just ridiculous.His words had struck her like a punch to the gut, twisting there like a knifeblade as Zoe knelt there hopelessly, choking and panicking."I won't knock you up Zoe, but I'll be damned if i'm not going to fuck you tonight.. The sooner you get that in that thick head of your's, the happer we both will be."She knew where this was going and she wanted desperately to make him stop and reconsider. Dan had been funny about her sexual reservation ever since he had learned about her terrible childhood. It was almost as though he resented the fact that there were sexual activities that brought horrific memories flooding back to her. He had done a reasonable job of pretending to give a fuck thus far but it seemed that all pretence was over with now.She had never known was a total asshole Dan was. He had done such a convincing job of showing her that he had changed his ways. Zoe had never really considered until recently just how much of a thug, criminal and sexual predator he had been. The way he switched seamlessly from 'let's make a baby and heal our relationship' to 'kneel and gag on it before I fuck your ass you worthless cunt' was just obscene.Despite all that, she was going to town on his cock. If she made him cum there was an outside chance that he'd be too tired and drunk to carry out his threat. Dan felt like a King, his bitch was doing as he wanted and he was getting ready to blow a load in her mouth. Zoe was compliant enough, he really loved uising her like this, as a piece of fuckmeat, for his pleasure. But dan also knew there would be no going back to the way things were before. He was so fucking tired of apoligising to the bitch.So her father had fucked her for years, now it was his turn and he'd be damned if that bastard father of hers get the best of her. Zoe was HIS Bitch now, and nothing would change that. He'd take what he wanted, and he really disn't give a damn what she thought anymore.dan groaned as he face fucked Zoe, holding her head still by the iron grip of her hair."Things are going to fucking change around here Zoe! You seem to care for no one but yourself anymore, It's always 'I and me' and you don't give a flipping fuck about how I feel. Do you really think that ANY other man would have your worthless ass after you have been knocked up by Daddy? Your nothing but a whore Zoe, just a stupid fucking walking, talking useless little cunt!"Dan gripped Zoe's hair tighter pulling her back so just the tip of his was still in her mouth. Dan laughed at the bitch on her knees before him. He ripped his cock out of her mouth, and he slapped her face with it several times, watching her cheeks getting smeared up with her slaiva and his pre-cum."Well your MY useless Cunt now Bitch, get used to it, get used to pleasing me on your fucking knees, you cock loving whore!"He shoved his big cock back into her mouth, and he fucking his bitches face harder, hearing her gagging and ot caring anymore. Dan groaned to his bitch. "After i'm done with your mouth, I'm taking your fucking ass, so you don't get knocked up in your precious fuccking cunt, you bitch!"He lightly smacked her face while she had a mouthfull of him, "Suck Goddamnit!" he groaned, feeling his mastery over the woman he loved."Your damn ass is mine now Zoe not your Fathers. You'll do as your told from now on Bitch!"Dan groaned feeling his orgasm coming. "Yesssssssssssss" he hissed as he felt the first jet of his white hot spunk splash into her wildly sucking mouth, and he pinned her to his belly making the useless bitch gag on his wxploding cock. Her wild girations and frantic need to breathe, pushed his orgasm to new heights.Finally he let the bitch go, tossing her onto the floor like the useless cunt she was. He let Zoe lay onthe floor, and he walked out of their bedroom, looking for a cold beer in the fridge. Zoe knelt there, powerless to even begin trying to fight back. Dan's fist in her hair kept her face exactly where he wanted it as his muscular hips pistoned his hard cock in and out of her. He was giving her no opportunity to breathe and her light-headedness increased as he snarled down at her, towering over her and telling her in no uncertain terms what she truly was to him. The tears that rolled down Zoe's face were not entirely from choking."Things are going to fucking change around here Zoe! You seem to care for no one but yourself anymore, It's always 'I and me' and you don't give a flipping fuck about how I feel. Do you really think that ANY other man would have your worthless ass after you have been knocked up by Daddy? Your nothing but a whore Zoe, just a stupid fucking walking, talking useless little cunt!"She gasped in shock at the menace and contempt in his voice, which only served to give Dan deeper access to her throat. He took advantage of it with a grunt of pleasure. Just when Zoe could feel herself beginning to faint, Dan pulled out of her without warning and started slapping her face with his dick, covering her in strings of spit and pre-cum while he sneered at her triumphantly.He paused to slowly stroke himself a few times, keeping her face close to his cock as she gulped down air and stared up at him, terrified and appalled at the sudden change in him. He was drinking in her fear, his eyes raking over her and glittering with savage lust. Dan was thoroughly enjoying this, Zoe realised as her stomach twisted that her terror was actually heightening his enjoyment. It was sick. His words echoed in her head, confirming what her father had always told her."You must never tell, Zoe... people will not understand. They will hate you. No matter what you tell them they will look at you and see what you've done and what you are. You're a useless, worthless little slut, Zoe and playing the victim won't change that."Now, despite everything she had gone through to get out of her home and away from her father, Dan was proving him right and picking up his mantle. She simply could no believe it. Was she really so dirty and defiled that no man could truly love her now?Dan's voice cut into her thoughts."Well your MY useless Cunt now Bitch, get used to it, get used to pleasing me on your fucking knees, you cock loving whore!"He rammed himself into her throat again, battering against her and bruising her lips, choking her violently as he gripped her head and fucked her."After i'm done with your mouth, I'm taking your fucking ass, so you don't get knocked up in your precious fuccking cunt, you bitch... Your damn ass is mine now Zoe not your Fathers. You'll do as your told from now on Bitch... Yesssssssssssss"She was barely coherent by the time he blew his load into her and it was almost a relief to swallow it down and have this terrible ordeal over with. When he was done, Dan pulled out and shoved her away from him, sending her backwards across the floor. Zoe lay there, shocked and half asphyxiated, gasping air and shaking violently from adrenaline and oxygen deprivation. She heard the fridge open and close before the unmistakeable pop of a beer can reached her incredulous ears. She lifted her head to see Dan leaning against the bedroom door, swigging from his can as though nothing had happened. She had hoped that once he had got this out of his system and cum, he would be sorry for the way he had treated her. That hope was yet another to be dashed however as she scanned his face for traces of remorse and found none. Zoe got unsteadily to her feet and tottered to the bathroom to wash her face. She locked the door behind her, then sat with her back against it while she tried to take in what Dan had just done to her and more importantly, what he had threatened to do next. Dan smiled as he watched his bitch get off the floor, and walk into the bathroom. She had puked up some of his cum while trying to get her breath back, and he loved how fucking used she looked. He imagined a bunch of his friends standing around the bitch while they jerked off over her, covering her face with their cum. He'd make them pay to use his bitch too, them, and anyone else who wanted to get their rocks off on his worthless cum loving slut. Dan slid down the wall opposite the bathroom, and he heard Zoe crying inside, and he smiled."I know you can hear me in there cunt. You know I'm right Zoe, your Father fucking poisoned you by taking you at such a early age. Secretly you love being used like the worthless cunt you are, honey. Stick your fingers in your twat,and tell me your not dripping wet, from the way I used you in the bedroom, sweetheart."Dan took another drink of his beer, and he smacked his lips, enjoying the taste."You are going to learn to love it Zoe, and pretty soon you're going to crawl on your fucking knees and beg me to use you like that, use you like the worthless little tramp you secretly are. That's the only way men will love you Zoe, they'll take what they want from you, and toss you aside like Daddy did after he came in your worthless cunt. After Daddy left you soaked in his cum, what did you do Zoe, cry into your pillow all night, swearingto call the fucking cops on him? No, you piece of trash, you went and shoved your fingers in your well fucked virgin hole, and you got yourself off again, did you, you tramp. Who did you think about while your fingers were digging in that slimy fucked cunt of your's Zoe? I'll Tell You Who, DADDY! You fucking wanted more of Daddy's big fucking cock, didn't you, you tramp."Dan laughed his ass off, hearing Zoe's wailing denials in the bathroom. "You know it's fucking true Zoe, and the sooner you realize it, the better off you will be, in your new life as my slave, you bitch. Now stop fucking around in there, and grease up your arse, and get out here, It's about time you started to enjoying yourself, like a worthless slut really should." By the time he had finished talking, Zoe had her hands over her ears and was moaning softly in order to drown him out. She couldn't bear this, simply couldn't bear it. It was true that when her father had first used her there had been more subtle manipulation, more grooming and fewer threats. After the first time had been to painful and traumatising, he had taken the trouble to make her cum and tried to convince her that he loved her and wanted them to have a special bond. She had touched herself later but only because the pleasure was new to her. What she thought of as she did so was not the acts her father had performed on her but his gentleness and the words of love he had showered her with. Dan would never understand that and Zoe wished so hard that she had never tried to explain what she had gone through in such detail.She leaned over the toilet bowl, retching on an empty stomach, flinching violently as Dan aimed a kick at the door to express his impatience. Zoe got to her feet shakily and found she could not fore herself to open the door and let Dan use her again. In the back of her mind she knew that the longer she procrastinated, the more likely Dan was to have recovered from his climax and the angrier he would be. Tears rolled freely down her face as she reached out for the lock on the door, only to recoil as though it had stung her. Her chest heaved with panicked sobs and her knees started to tremble. There was no window in this tiny bathroom, no way out except through a drunk, high, violent man who wanted to rape her. She gasped audibly as the word dropped into her mind. This was rape, what he was doing now and the fact they lived together didn't change that. It was all happening all over again, the cycle was repeating itself and all because she was too weak and useless to be able to prevent it. Dan sat in the hallway, and he gave the bathroom door a little kick, just to rattle Zoe's cage a bit. "Come on out Zoe, you know you can't aviod this, and crying is only going to make it worse. You don't have anything to worry about any longer, I'm going to take care of everything Zoe, all you need to do from now on is please me, or suffer the conciquences, you worthless slut."Dan sat there thinking about what he'd do to the bitch, if she didn't get her fucking worthless cunt out of the bathroom. She needed to be punished for her actions, for locking herself away from him, and he'd be patient, right up to the point where he had a ass in his hands, and he'd make the cunt pay for what she was doing to him."Come on Zoe, let's get this over with so we can goto sleep, sweetie." She sat on the floor, shaking and crying. He was insane. The man had completely flipped his lid and while he was drunk, high and twice her size she was going to be forced to do things that had traumatised her for years on end. Through the sobs she tried again to reason with him, flinching as he called her a worthless slut. She could hear the sneer in his tone, the menace."Why are you being like this Dan? You're going to regret it in the morning. How can you be so horrible to me? You're scaring me Dan, I don't want to come out because you're scaring me." dan pounded his fist into the wall next to him out of frustration. The godammed cunt was stalling, trying to delay the enevetable. He'd fix her ass for that.Fucking bitch, thinking she's something special, I'll show her,he thought.Dan sighed, and he told his bitch, "Why the hell is everything my fault Zoe?" Dan stood up, and he leaned against the door to be closer to Zoe. "You won't give me what I want, so now you make me take it from you, just like your fucking Father did."Dan quietly tried the door knob, hoping she might have un-locked it, but it was tight in his grip. "Come on Zoe, is what I'm doing to you so bad? I mean really, a blow job, you've given me plenty of them in the past, but you never learnt how to do it right. I'm not your Daddy Zoe, I have different needs than Daddy did. You're mine now sweetie, and it's about time you learn what that truly involves. I want you Zoe, I want you to be mine forever. I want to put all of this crap behind us, and do what we were ment to become honey. I want you to be my bitch Zoe, and you are going to do it too, because you know that I'm the only one that truly gives a shit about you."Dan stood up straight, and he gave Zoe her ultimatum. "I'm going to bed, you can come out when you are ready Zoe, I won't beat down the fucking door to get your worthless ass. You will come to me in the bedroom, ready to take What Ever I give you, or you can walk out the fucking front door, and go home to Papa, you worthless cunt."Dan walked away, knowing the bitch would crawl to him eventully, and then he'd have her, right where he wanted her."Stupid bitch..." he muttered to himself as he pushed the bedroom door open. "Come on Zoe, is what I'm doing to you so bad? I mean really, a blow job, you've given me plenty of them in the past, but you never learnt how to do it right. I'm not your Daddy Zoe, I have different needs than Daddy did. You're mine now sweetie, and it's about time you learn what that truly involves. I want you Zoe, I want you to be mine forever. I want to put all of this crap behind us, and do what we were ment to become honey. I want you to be my bitch Zoe, and you are going to do it too, because you know that I'm the only one that truly gives a shit about you."There was a pause, then he continued."I'm going to bed, you can come out when you are ready Zoe, I won't beat down the fucking door to get your worthless ass. You will come to me in the bedroom, ready to take What Ever I give you, or you can walk out the fucking front door, and go home to Papa, you worthless cunt."Zoe listened to him, horrified. His cruel, mocking tone was high pitched and condescending, as though she was a child. It sent shivers through her because that was exactly how her father had sought to humiliate her when she was younger. That Dan could draw any kind of parallel between her past abuse and their relationship now was disturbing in the extreme but for him to use the same low trick as her father was truly hideous. She felt exactly as she had done all those years ago; trapped, powerless, worthless and beyond hope. There was nowhere for her to go. Even if she tried it, Zoe doubted Dan would let her get as far as the door in the mood he was in and when he finally did get hold of her... well she didn't want to think about that.She heard him go to bed but she knew he was too wired to sleep. He was just going to lie there and wait to see what she decided to do. Whichever choice she made, she would be the loser.Zoe stood slowly and picked up the tube of KY from the bathroom shelf. She opened the door and walked with terrible slowness to the bedroom. Dan was lying in the bed, probably smirking right now in the darkness. Zoe looked down at the clothes he had ripped from her earlier. Even if she tried to put them on he would stop her. There was no way out.She remained in the doorway, leaning against it for support, unable to take the last, final steps towards her new abuser. She was still crying but the tears flowed silently now. She trembled with fear and cold, hugging herself protectively, as though it would make any difference.Nothing would make any difference now. Dan watched as Zoe came into the room, silently sobbing, with tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew her place now, he thought to himself, and he smiled, looking at his bitch. He saw her holding the KY jelly tube in her hand, and he frowned a bit knowing that she had not followed his orders. No matter, he would take things one step at a time.He looked at Zoe, still standing in the doorway, and he told her. "Come in, and shut the bedroom door, Zoe. Come here to me now." he said speaking evenly, knowing that this was not the time to be overly demanding, that would come later."Now Zoe," he said raising his voice a bit, as she had not moved from the doorway quick enough. She moved a little faster as he barked at her, moving through the darkness of the unlit room towards his voice. The smug triumph was discernible in his tone and Zoe hated the notion that he thought he had won a victory over her. He really didn't care about her at all. Dan was prepared to force her into this... to rape her. She gasped audibly as the word dropped into her mind. She did not want to do this and she had made it clear. No matter how he dressed up her compliance, this was going to be an act of rape and it appeared that the man who professed to love her really could not care less. It would not mar his pleasure or prick his conscience. All Dan was interested in now was getting his cock off in the one place she had always denied him.Men. They were all exactly the fucking same.She paused beside the bed, too distraught to get into it. Dan sighed as zoe walked to the edge of the bed. "Would you get in here already, it's getting late, and I have to go to work in the morning damnit."He felt her get into bed, and she slid under the covers, pulling them around her. Dan rolled over and he felt her ass, he ran his hand across Zoe's ass a few times, hoping to calm her down a bit. He ran his hand between her cheeks, and he felt her clench her ass, so he pushed his fingers to her hole, and he sighed again."You can't even follow a simple fucking instruction? I told you to grease up your ass bitch, what the hell is your problem?" He felt zoe hand him the lubricant, and she pulled her hand away like he had the plague."Why are you making such a deal out of this Zoe? So I forgot the fucking roses, and the candlelight dinner, you've been working all night. This really isn't fucking complicated you stupid twit, I want to fuck you, and you are going to let me, it's that fucking simple. Now give me your fucking hand Zoe, you are going to grease up your own fucking asshole for me bitch!"Dan rached for her hand pulling it behind her, and Dan squirted a bunch of the KY jelly on her fingers, and he took her hand, and he rubbed it over her shithole. then he benther arm behind her back, and he brought her greasy hand to his cock and dan made her grip it, and jerk him off, till Dans cock got rock hard.Dan threw off the covers, and he got to his knees, moving below Zoe, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up in the air, till zoe rested on her knees, with her head lieing on the bed.Dan smacked her ass to get her attention, "If you want to at least and try to fucking enjoy this, take that greasy hand and rub your worthless clit, like you did for Daddy!" he hissed at her.Dan slammed his cock into Zoe, without warning, burying himself to the balls. It had stung when he had pushed his fingers into her dry asshole but the pain of him entering her was just horrific. He was drunk and clumsy, leaning too much weight on her shoving himself into her body with too much force.The physical pain was completely eclipsed however, by the words he snarled at her through gritted teeth."If you want to at least and try to fucking enjoy this, take that greasy hand and rub your worthless clit, like you did for Daddy!"Zoe did not touch herself, she just stayed silent and still and hoped this would be over soon. Her eyes stung with tears and she blinked them angrily away. She would never forgive him for this and when he was hung over and remorseful in the morning, Zoe was going to put him through hell. Dan fucked Zoe's ass hard, hearing her wimpers and cries, and he choose to interpret them as a passionate response. He really didn't care how she felt, if she wanted to enjoy herself that was fine, and if not... well that was her problem, now wasn't it.He smacked her ass hard with his hand, and he growled. "You stupid cunt, the next time I tell you to do something, I expect you to fuccking do it.!" he said as he grabbed her hips, thrusting into his bitch harder. Zoe screamed, and a twisted grin came to Dan's face and he reached around her body, rubbing her clit with his fingers. He'd get the slut moaning one way or the other, even if he had to force her."Come on Zoe, You know damn well you want this, why fight it?" he said, chuckling.

Subjugating Zoe

Under Control

This is a 1x1 role-play between Typically Untypical & Precarious Fool ---------- Post added 05-20-2016 at 07:53 PM ---------- One. Two. Three. Four.She counted the tiles on the ceiling as she had done a hundred times before, what else was there to do when you are trapped inside a cell, given no form of entertainment. “8743, get up, it’s time to do your job.” She stood. “Erika, my name is Erika.” She said as she stood up, walking towards him. Normally she would be sold on a job but she knew that today was her day to bring water for the others to get washed. Starting from the beginning, all the way to the last girl. She walked down the hallway, listening to the other girls. Some where singing, others were counting, still others were crying out for help, but they would soon know that help wouldn’t come, it was best to accept fate and learn to live with it. Still, wasn’t she rebelling by refusing to forget her name?“Alright, here 8743, you know the drill, no funny stuff or we will put you in the electric chair.” And for a girl who controlled water that really was a threat.“Yes sir.” The room was dark, with just the single light over head as the first girl was led in. “Please strip down.” Erika said as she pulled water from the well, floating it in the air. It looked crystal clear and Erika did her best to warm it just enough that it would be comfortable. The least she could do for the other girls was allowing their once a week shower to be enjoyable. Alena wasn't even sure she could move at this point. For a week straight, dawn til dusk, she had been forced to heat the furnaces for the guild. With a dozen blacksmiths at work the forge had been expanded and it took twice the work to keep it heated, yet they still expected just one of them to do it. She couldn't stop of it would cool too much and it would take extra work to get to going again. She was to have a break today, only because the evening before she had collapsed from heat and exhaustion. She would pay for that, she already had, the bright red welts on her back proof of that.It took what little energy she had to trudge down the cold hall, her feet bare on the stone floor. "Get moving!" A rough voice sounded behind her and she struggled to pick up the pace. Soon enough she was led into the near empty room, another girl already there, the one who would control the water. She said nothing as she removed the threadbare shift she wore, dropping the rather dingy garment to the ground in the corner. Her once blonde hair was now grey with soot, the strange stuck together from the days of sweat as she worked. Her hands were practically black, the same with her feet, most of it a stain that would never come off, a constant reminded of her job, her only purpose in life now. "I'm ready." She mumbled, it wasn't often she talked and her voice sounded foreign to her. The guards did not stay in the room, if only for the fact that they did not want to be tempted to touch one of the girls. A guard had once raped a girl, not once, not twice, but every night for two years. The girl committed suicide and the company lost a huge profit from her. She had been a fire power like the girl who had just walked in. She had also been Erika's friend, in a way. The guard who had committed the act had been tortured and put to death quietly, but rumors still flew. No guard wanted to repeat that, so baths were the one time that the girls could relax a little, speak out of turn, and say what they wanted. Still, so many had been abused to the point that they no longer tried.Erika took pleasure in this time though, she knew she would be exhausted after this but she reached out her hands, cold water, almost as cold as ice, pressing against the welts on Alena's back as soothing warm water rained down on her, cleaning the ash out of her hair, washing away the parts that could be washed away. Erika frowned in concentration as she attempted to also clean Alena's clothes at the same time. Three things at once was a little harder when they all required different temperatures and techniques. After a little time the water stopped and fell to the floor. "I'm Erika." She said softly. "I hope that helped a little bit." Her voice was low, as if whispering a secret message. There was a tenderness in it but at the same momentary flash of frustration. She wished she could spend hours cleaning this girl's hands and feet, but she just didn't have that time. The relief she felt from the water was enough to make her sigh, she felt like she was nearly floating, even though her feet ached. If only this could last... Like the memories from when she was younger, sinking into the large wooden tub filled with hot water, the lavender scent her mother loved still came to her as she recalled that moment. Those days were long gone, she had been here for years now, barely remembering much more than her name and how to control fire, something she once thought to be a blessing. Wet strands of her hung limply on her shoulder, she could see the pale blonde colour once more. Oh how she wished she had a brush, though it was probably too tangled to even be saved."Uh... Alena." She said, her voice hoarse from not being used much. "Thank you..." She mumbled, struggling to stand on her feet any more, her body too relaxed to do so. She looked at her hands, her fingers stained black. It was a combination of the soot in the forge and the overuse of her fire. "I can barely feel them..." She muttered to herself, attempting to flex the dark digits but they hardly moved. She didn't need much movement to control the basic fire it took to heat the forge, but she wondered how long before her hands ceased to work all together and she would be disposed of. Tomorrow she would be forced to work once more, and worked until she was too tired to do so anymore, it was an endless cycle that she grew tired of. She wanted to punch something, anything, yet she couldn't even make a fist. "I can't do this anymore." She said to herself, forgetting about Erika being in the room. Erika knew that feeling all to well, the desire to leave all of this behind. Her work was more mentally exhausting then physically exhausting, it meant she could be beaten until she couldn't stand and then work at her full potential the next day. Erika stretched, going to get Alena's clothes, bringing them to her. "It only gets worse, but escaping means death. Just be aware of it if it's something you plan on trying." Erika knelt down and handed Alena her garment. "My number is 8743 if you ever want to find my room." She said softly. "I would be more then happy to try to leave this place to, it's not a life worth living if it's a life of emptiness."She took Alena's hands, smiling softly, but Alena would have to leave now. The next girl was coming in soon. Alena was surprised, no one was ever willing to leave, to try even, because Erika was correct, it would mean death if they were caught, if they failed. Yet how could they escape? The guards would stop them, surely, they were always under watch. She took the clothes from her, tugging on the wet fabric, it felt cool against the welts on her back. While she didn't have to work the forge tonight she had to help serve the evening meal, which would mean standing on her feet once more. Perhaps she could rest before then...She could heard the guard ordering about another girl, the next in line for their shower. "Thank you, again." Alena mumbled before she hurried to the door, waiting to be escorted back to her cell. Once finally back, she crawled onto the broken cot, it creaked and groaned as she adjust her weight. She was not looking forward to serving, since she also would have to serve the guards, who always drank too much and said rude things. They hadn't attacked her, but it was still unnerving, she hated how they'd drink to excess, enjoying their time while the girls ate their bland meal, too sore from the day to do anything. She didn’t fear being turned in, talking about escaping wouldn’t kill her, instead they would just beat her within an inch of her life. She could survive that though. Erika nodded to Alena and pulled the water back to her so that she could start again. She was allowed 3 minutes for each girl, but even then that was only 20 girls an hour and there were about 100 girls in this work house. She would be late for dinner.As Erika finally made it to dinner she sat down, eyes closed as dinner was placed in front of her. She had to eat but her mind was so tired, she barely had the energy to reach up and grab her spoon to eat the slop they called food. She carefully began to eat it. Her mind was so sapped from this work but subconsciously she still looked around for Alena. It would be nice to have someone to listen to, something to focus her mind back on to feel like she wasn't drowning in her own thoughts. Despite having the day off, even just serving the food had her hands shaking, the heavy ladle taking what little energy she seemed to have left. It took far too long to get the girls served, which only happened after the guards had been. Now that everyone was eating she was allowed to have a bowl herself. SHe tried to control the trembles as she walked with the bowl, not wanting to spill her meal, knowing they wouldn't let her get more.Her eyes fell on Erika, the kind girl from earlier, a space open beside her. Alena's bowl clattered as she set it on the table, a bit of the watery slop spilling but she didn't care. After sitting down she leaned towards her bowl, looking as if she was going to eat. "I've been thinking... about what you said earlier..." She started, just barely above a whispered, she didn't want the other girls to hear, or the guards to think she was up to something. With a flick of her wrist she motioned towards the guards, who were all on their second or third cup of ale. "They drink a lot." She pointed out, hoping the girl would get her meaning. Perhaps with them otherwise occupied, they could... Well, she wasn't sure if they could even really get out, and where they would go. Yet she knew that if she stayed her much longer she would soon be dead. Erika wanted nothing more then to rest her head on the girl’s shoulder when she sat down next to her but she knew that signs of affection like that wouldn’t be appreciated, so instead she slowly ate her food, spacing out a bit. She barely heard the words Alena spoke to her, and even when she did it took a few moments to process them. Pushing through the muddled thoughts of her head Erika tried to form a plan. “Can you survive one more day?” She had a plan but needed to be able to control her powers and right now she simply couldn’t, her work had been to exhausting.“On any other day I could separate the alcohol and the water, making them drunk quicker.” She whispered softly, not looking at Alena but also not trusting that their voices were low enough. “Do you knew morse code?” It was an extremely archaic form of communication, but it could be useful if they used it right. Could she survive one more day? Probably, hopefully... One more day wouldn't be all too bad, she thought. "Yes, one more day..." She muttered, before spooning the cold slop into her mouth. No one seemed to notice them talking, but she couldn't risk it by looking over, despite the fact that she wanted to see a friendly face, even if for a moment.All Alena could do was shake her head. Morse code? She didn't know what that was, what it could mean. She knew how to speak English well enough, but she didn't know her letters, had never had a chance to learn them, was that a part of it? "The back halls are always dark and empty." She remembered how she had been forced to go through them, occasionally, they covered the whole building, usually used as shortcuts by the guards. Often she was forced to go light the fires in their hearths and they had taken her through there a time or two. She had never liked it, it scared her being alone with the guards in a dark hallway, but when she had tried to use her fire to light the way she had been slapped. Though now she knew the way, even in the dark, to the guards quarters, as well as the door they used to come and go. “Alright, we have a way to distract the guards, we just need a way to run from this place, and also a way to get these collars off. “It think your fire power could be useful.” She yawned, closing her eyes for a second and then shaking her head, trying to wake herself up. “How accurate is your powers?” She asked, a bit grammatically incorrect but that was to be expected when they all got only a small education.Soon they would have to go back to their rooms. Erika was working tomorrow’s meal which would make things a whole lot easier. She liked days where she was delivering the food. The physical exercise left her mind sharp and it made it easier for her. They would be able to escape together, she had to keep remembering that. If she remembered that then maybe it would be true. Maybe they would actually be able to escape. Erika carefully pulled water out of her soup, cooling it down before having it rush up Alena’s back to cool down her welts. “We have to separate now.” Dinner was done. "Accurate?" Alena mouthed, a bit confused. It sounded familiar, but.. Oh! Could she hit a target? "I can hit a target." She whispered, hoping that was what she meant. The cool water on her back surprised her and she gasped, it had been unexpected but welcomed. It had been so long since she had a friend, someone who cared about her, it felt nice, but she knew not to get too comfortable, things rarely worked out for her.With dinner done she could say no more, she only hoped that they could come up with a plan and leave. She wanted to be free, to not work all day, most days, using her powers until she collapsed from exhaustion. Disappointment filled her as they were ushered from the dining room and back towards their cells, another cold, lonely night in the dark. Once back in her room she climbed on her cot, the broken frame creaking as she did so. Scrapes of metal bars and whimpers echoed off the walls, the nightly lullaby. Though tonight she couldn't sleep, not as her mind was filled with what it would be like to be away from this place, to have freedom... well, unless they were caught and brought back here. Surely it would be much worse for them then, if they were even allowed to live after that. Yet it seemed worth it.Morning came much too soon, as did the call for her to go to her place at the forge. Her back still hurt, her hands shook as she had to work to control the fire. It was the beginning of the day and already she felt weak, tired... How could she stand all day? A whip cracked and she felt the sting as it hit the back of her thighs. She stumbled but felt more awake, the fire growing hotter. She just had to make it through the day... As Erika was led to her room she went to her bed and collapsed. Her head hurt so much from that but she knew that it would all be worth it. Escape awaited them, wether it be true escape, or the escape of death. She didn’t mind dying, it would be better then the hell that she had to go through her. Finally, escape was in sight. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.Morning came all to early, she was being ushered outside to a rich woman’s house. She was to spend the day purifying the water and preparing warm bathes for all of the woman’s family members. It was long and boring. This was easy compared to some of the other things that Erika had had to do. She was there all day until the woman was satisfied. Jobs like these brought the work house a lot of money so the guards were in good spirits. They would drink a lot tonight, and that would help her.Immediately as they got to the work house she was led to the kitchen, forced to help make the soup and also plate it so that she could deliver it to the other girls. She passed out plate after plate. Having to return again and again to give the guards cups of alcohol that had been made stronger by taking out some of the water. Erika wanted this. She hadn’t realized just how much she wanted this. Now that it actually felt possible she was all fired up. Finishing she sat down next to Alena. “They should be pretty drunk by this point, we should try to escape when they usher us back to our cells.” She said softly. All day she had struggled to keep the forge hot enough, the whip meeting her skin each time she stopped. She hadn't wanted to stop but her body was tired, her mind distracted. If they didn't escape tonight she didn't know how she's survive. Her legs hurt, the skin covered in red welts from the whip. They never did it hard enough to break the skin, no that would risk infection and she would not be able to work for longer.It felt like ages before she was returned to the work house and allowed to sit for the evening meal. As she picked at the soup she watched Erika, wondering if they were still going to try it, were still going to attempt something that could cost them their lives. She was willing, she wasn't even scared, she just needed this to work. The guards seemed to be drunk much quicker Alena noticed, she figured Erika had something to do with it, all a part of their plan."Tell me what you need me to do..." She whispered, not taking her eyes off her bowl of soup. She didn't want to alert the other girls, they would probably tell a guard their plans in order to gain some favour of sorts. Of course she felt bad, leaving them all behind, but they'd never be able to get everyone out and a lot of them wouldn't leave anyways, they had been here too long, lost their will to do anything else.Dinner was over quick, the guards were escorting girls away, struggling a bit in their inebriated state. Alena looked to Erika, daring a glance at her to assure herself that they could do this. Erika kept silent about her plan, if anyone heard it would be over before it all started and they would both be beat with in an inch of their life. Instead as they were being ushered away she too Alena’s hand, holding it tight and when she saw her opportunity she pulled the two of them into a shadowed corridor as the guards passed them by, shoving the rest of the girls. “We have to hurry.” She whispered. “Do you have any idea how to get out of here?” Erika had never been down the guards quarters. It was less guarded and probably easier to escape from. She had only even been led out the front gate when she was taken on jobs, but there were so many guards there, many of which would have their meals later and so had not gotten drunk.“We have to hurry before they notice there are two missing. Its possible in their drunken state they won’t notice but I don’t want to count on that.” Alena followed, squeezing Erika's hand, waiting for the right moment. When she was shoved into the dark corridor she kept silent, waiting for the others to pass. When the noise of them passing stopped she turned to Erika, "I know the way..." She said in a whisper, pulling her along, squeezing her hand as she did so. More than enough times she had taken this path, she did it in the dark, afraid her powers would give them away if a guard was around.Her legs burned, she wanted to stop, to rest, but she knew they couldn't. At this point she was stumbling along but she continued on. Had she mad the right choice to go left instead of right? She wasn't sure, but then she felt a cold breeze, the night air hitting them. If the door was open, that meant a guard would be there... Her fears were confirmed as she heard the laughter and conversation of what sounded like two guards just outside the door. "What do we do?" Erika froze. She had known this was a possibility but she hadn't really thought it all the way through. She tapped her fingers against her leg, looking at the floor, though she could barely see anything through the darkness. "We have to kill them." Her voice was barely a whisper. "They are in the way of our freedom. We have powers and they don't, they only keep us submissive with threats and these collars on our necks. Can you melt the collar?" Erika squeezed Alena's hand. "Can you get the collar off? If you can then we have the advantage in this fight." She listened carefully, it was raining out side. "We definitely have the advantage." But honestly she was scared. With this collar on they could easily be subdued and dragged down to the torture room where they would be punished. She didn't want to go back to her cell, she wanted to live! Could she get the collars off? She had never tried before, but if this was their only chance of escape, she would have to. First she put her hand around her collar, squeezing it tight. The material heated up quickly under the fire she controlled, she could feel her flesh burning as well, but it was worth it if she got it off. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore the collar came apart, nearly dropping to the ground, but she managed to catch it, afraid of the noise if would make.The skin felt blistered and raw, but she didn't let Erika see that. With her other hand she grabbed Erika's collar, heating it until it fell apart in her hand. "Let's get out of here..." she whispered, ready to do whatever it took to be free now that they were so close. The pain was more then she imagined it would be but she had felt worse. Tears came to her eyes briefly but she refused to let the pain overwhelm her, they could have pity on themselves when they were safe but for now they needed to fight."Do you smell that?" Asked one of the guards. "Smells like barbecue." They both knew dinner was over and Erika looked to Alena. The sound of one person's foot steps began making their way towards them, Erika wasn't close enough to the rain to take out the guard still by the door, and definitely not the one walking towards them. Alena would have to take care of this first one, even just knocking him out."Take care of him and I'll get the other." She said as she pressed herself against the wall, taking the collars from Alena. They were still burning hot, this was useful, they could be used as weapons. Alena heard the voices and footsteps but she didn't panic, there was no time for that. It was between them and the guards, and she wanted her freedom after coming this far. She nodded at Erika, she didn't know how, she wasn't sure she could actually kill someone, but she would stop the guard, however she could. Hopefully.What could she do? She had fire powers, sure, but they might make him cry out, scream, and they would be in trouble then. How could she stop him? She clenched her fists, the pain great with the blisters coating her skin. "I have to kill him..." She whispered, knowing it would be the only option. She stood in the shadows, at the back, waiting. When he took just two steps past her she jumped on his back, throwing a blistered palm against his mouth. Before he could scream, or rip her hands away, his face light up from the inside, her fire being forced into his mouth, the only sound muffled screams. He clawed at her arm, his thick nails digging into the skin but she didn't stop until she felt him weaken, his body collapsing to the ground as she fell with him.When she pulled away her hands were shaking, and she shivered. She had done it... There was no time for Alena to focus on what she had done, Erika grabbed her hand and yanked her up, running towards the other guard. He had heard the thud and was coming to investigate. This time it was Erika’s turn to do what she must. She smelt the fresh air, heard the water, and letting go of Alena’s hand, slid under the guard’s feet to knock him down. She then rose her hands, pulling the water to her as she covered the guard’s head, his screams muffled by the water. He struggled but nothing he did stopped the water from drowning him. She hardened her heart, her silhouette framed by the moonlight as she watched him stop fighting. She knew if she pulled back now he would live. He would be unconscious and out for a long time, there would probably be brain damage but he would live.She stopped. She couldn’t bring herself to kill him. She thought she had been prepared but she wasn’t. Erika found Alena and grabbed her hand, dragging her out the door as they ran, trying to find the shadows to hide in, but first a deep breath. Even if it was raining the fresh air was so much better then the stale air of hopelessness in their work house. Alena was still in shock, each time Erika grabbed her hand she wanted to cry out, the blistered skin begging to be left alone, but she kept quiet. Erika stopping the second guard played out in near slow motion, they were getting out of here, but the price to pay for doing so... She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, she wanted to sit down and cry, to beg whoever for forgiveness for what she had done, but she also wanted to live, to be free, and this was the only way. It didn't seem to take long for Erika to take out the second guard and soon they were out in the fresh air. It felt nice, the cool rain on her exposed skin, the chill in the air compared to the stuffiness of the workhouse and the forge.How long did they have before those guards were found and they came looking for them? Surely not too long, they would change out shifts, or realize two cells were empty... She took a deep breath, grabbed Erika's arm, and hurried off towards the forest, knowing they'd need cover if they were going to have a chance to escape. It would be a long time before they could stop running, before they'd ever feel safe, but at least they were free. Once among the trees she dropped to her knees, gasping for breath. Her blistered hands hit the rough ground in front of her and she cried out in pain. They would need to be bandaged somehow, otherwise she was sure they would be infected soon... one of the other girls who controlled fire, she had been burned on her leg by the forge, and the blisters left exposed. Soon her leg seemed to rot and shortly after she had died. Alena didn't want that, not now that she was out of there... Alena was amazing, her tolerance for pain, her fortitude of will, Erika really was thankful they had chosen each other to escape with they might actually be able to survive. At least she hoped so, but realizing just how hard it was to run made Erika less hopeful. When they finally stopped she was short of breath, feeling rather worn out already. A frown lined her lips but she couldn’t let it discourage her. Right now they needed to focus on finding a place to rest. If only she could actually get ice to freeze she could make a stair way up into the trees, but she didn’t have that power. Her thoughts swam as she tried to remember anything she had learned from the rich houses that might be helpful. Was there something she could do to help them? There was. She kept Alena walking, her feet focused on the ground until she found something. Getting onto her knees she dug with her hands until there was a space under the roots of a tree for them to hide.“Come on.” She said ushering Alena in as she tore strips off of her garment. She could use those as makeshift bandages. They would both need it on their necks and Alena looked like she needed it on her hands too. Crawling into the hallow Erika got to work, soaking the bandages in water and pulling the contaminants out of the clothe before cooling them down to near freezing and then wrapping them gently around Alena’s hands. “Does that help or hurt more?” She asked quietly. Alena struggled to keep going but she knew she needed to, if it wasn't for Erika she would have quit many steps ago, collapsing and probably just waiting to be found. Just as her legs burned, her lungs strugging to take in air, they stopped. She could only watch, gasping for breath, as Erika dug into the dirt. At first she wanted to scream, to remind her they didn't have time. It wasn't until Erika was pulling her under the roots of the tree, a small cave of dirt, hopefully hidden away. Hopefully they would be safe here, the rain masking their trail and scent. Though all she could smell was burnt flesh, hers, Erika's, the guards... Had she really killed someone?That train of thought was broken when she felt something cool on her blistered hands. Her black fingers curled, holding onto the wet cloth that soothed her burns. "It feels good..." She mumbled, struggling to see in the dark. How bad was it? Her hands were starting to feel numb already, was she going to lose them? She would never survive if she did. "Where will we go?" She asked, whispering, afraid of being caught already. She didn't know anything about this area, this town. She had grown up somewhere else, the memories distant and faded. She knew only the workhouse and the forge, it was all she had needed. Not that it mattered right now, she didn't think she could take another step. With her hands wrapped she curled up in the small space, trying to ignore the pain, the smell, and the negative thoughts that filled her mind. With that bit of encouragement she cooled down the other cloths and wrapped them around Alena’s neck first and then her own, warming them up just a bit so they were still cold but not so much so that they felt freezing. She wanted to make sure that Erika’s hands could heal but she had see what prolonged exposure to cold water could do to the body. She had gotten sick a few times because of it. Focusing her thoughts back on here and now she pulled all of the water off of Alena’s body, except for the bandages. This made Alena had dry hair and clothes, Erika then did the same for herself, then back to focusing. “Honestly I didn’t think we would make it out alive. We really did this on a whim. I think we just have to keep running.” She whispered, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the rain.“I’m just happy to be alive and out of that place, it’s such a good feeling to feel like I can breath again.” She looked at Erika. “You are so much stronger then me, physically. It’s really cool.” She said, trying to pay Erika a compliment. "Me? Strong? I barely made it here..." Alena whispered, closing her eyes, fighting to stay awake, afraid of what sleep might bring. She envied Erika's powers, they seemed so much more useful than hers, which were only good for heating forges and other, more destructive things. "Plus, I would have never escaped without you." That was the truth, while she had thought about it from time to time she never seriously considered doing it, too afraid of what would happen if she tried."Even if we have to keep running, even if we have to sleep in the dirt, it is nice to know that we're free... Even if it is only for a short time." If they were ever caught it was certain death. How would they ever be safe? Would strangers find out where they came from and send them back? How long would they be hunted?A gasp escaped her and she jumped, her eyes darting around in the dark as she heard a noise just outside. Had it been footsteps? It didn't continue, she heard no voices, but how could she sleep when they had not gone so very far from the workhouse? Each noise would have her jumping, fearing capture once more. “Didn’t you realize you had to pull me along for half of it?” She asked with a smile, but it was getting hard to focus on her powers to keep the bandages cool. “Alena, if they do come get us I need you to kill me before they take me back. I don’t fear death, but I want to die free, not trapped in a cage.” She said softly. If she thought like that it was so easy to fear nothing, because what was left for her to be afraid of? She could see how on edge Erika was. “They are probably going to hunt all night for us but then it will slow down near dawn, then they will get organized, but that will take them a few hours. That’s when we will keep going. So it’s best if you try to rest.”Honestly Alena was just trying to make up something that sounded good. She had no idea what would actually happen, but she knew that they wouldn’t get very far unless they rested and actually allowed their bodies to recover. “I will stay up for a while to keep watch, then you can do the same while I rest.” Alena yawned, her eyes struggling to stay open. "I will try, Erika..." She mumbled, though she wasn't sure she could actually kill her, but she would try, if it came to it. Would she do the same to herself? She never wanted to go back to that place, didn't want to be forced to work the forges anymore, going back would be a death sentence anyways.How long would they hunt for two slave girls? Surely not forever, they could be replaced, given up for dead. Who would think they could survive out here? Alena wasn't even sure they could. The damp earth around her was comforting, perhaps they wouldn't be able to find them, the rain hiding their trail. "Just a little rest, then you can wake me..." The words were practically slurred, she could no longer open her eyes. It was seconds before she was asleep, breathing softly, curled up under the tree roots, her legs pulled to her chest for warmth. Erika could tell Alena was cold and so gently pulled her close, holding Alena in her arms gently to help her sleep. She also listened to the rain, it was like a sweet soft lullaby to her, so beautiful and melodic. She wanted to hum, see if she knew any songs from her childhood, but making to much noise could get the caught if any guards came running by. Thankfully none did, at least none that Erika had heard. Did they think that two workhouse girls would be stupid enough to run to the town and ask for help? Or did they just simply assume that they would not survive in the forest and were letting them die here? She hoped it was the second, maybe then they could really escape.Erika had tried to stay awake as long as she could but when she began to doze off herself she gently woke up Alena. The rain had stopped but it left puddles of water everywhere, including a little bit in their burrow. "Alena, I'm going to sleep now for a bit okay?" She asked as she tried to wake Alena up. There was nothing but darkness as she slept, a blessing of sorts, considering their ordeal over the past few hours. A voice penetrated the darkness, it sounded familiar. It took her a moment, her eyes fluttering open, she didn't remember where she was at first. The events came back to her and she shuttered, had she really killed a guard to gain her freedom? She could feel the warmth of something against her, her bandaged hands found Erika in the darkness. Yes, she was not alone, that was right. The words the girl spoke suddenly registered, "Yes, sleep. I will keep watch..." She muttered, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. Had she even been asleep more than five minutes? It didn't feel like it.Her hands were no longer numb, they ached and burned but she said nothing. Between the bandages and the pain she couldn't even move her fingers, couldn't curl her hands into fists, instead she rested them lightly against her legs, sitting up the best she could. She needed to stay awake, to keep watch if they wanted to survive. It would be morning soon enough and they would have to move, to get further away. They couldn't go to a town, surely all the nearby towns would be alerted to their escape. No, they would have to stick to the forests.The cold mud at her back, that coated her feet, was a reminder that it wouldn't be easy. They would need better clothes, shoes perhaps, and eventually, food. She kept her silent watch, haring nothing but the noises of the animals in the forest, the hoot of an owl, small creatures scurrying about. No guards, not dogs, yet she did not truly believe they would be free so easily. Soon enough it seemed to grow bit lighter, perhaps it was morning and the sun was coming up. With a yawn she tried to stretch out in the small area, she had nearly forgotten about the marks on her back and legs until the skin was pulled tight with her efforts, a gasp escaping her in pain. How could she run, as beaten up as she was?She listened for another moment, not hearing the sounds of any guards she carefully climbed from their small dirt cave, struggling to stand up tall. The ground was muddy but she trudged through it, her stomach growling, begging for food. Perhaps she could find some berries... ((Sorry it's short))Erika’s dreams were much more colorful, replaying swirls of her past that couldn’t be made out completely. It was like her mind was trying to piece together everything from her past now that she was allowing herself to remember it. She sighed as she rested against the wall, happy to be here, happy to be alive. She sighed in her sleep, but she felt it when Alena left. She sighed and opened her eyes, looking around slowly. Where was she? Where was Alena? Slowly she began getting up, looking around for Alena. Slowly Erika scrambled out of the hole. “Alena.” She called out softly. “Alena where are you?" Alena was used to not eating much, they fed them just enough to live, but she knew they'd need strength to continue. She had happened upon a deer eating from a bush with dark, purple berries. If the deer had been eating them surely they were safe... Her fear of being caught had her scaring away the deer so she could grab a few and leave. As she was returning, the pockets on the front of her thread-bare shift heavy with berries, she heard Erika calling out for her. "I'm here." She said, quietly as she moved closer, coming up behind her. "I found us something to snack on while we walk..." It would be good to get moving, she didn't know when the guards would come back and she didn't want to be here when they did.She had taken off the bandages, in the light the palms of her hands were bright red, made brighter by the blackness of her fingers, with blistered covering nearly half of the surface. A similar wound on her neck was covered by her long, pale hair. She looked at her hands, disgusted by how they looked, wondering if they'd ever look nice again. Would Erika even eat the berries she had handled? She wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to... Seeing Alena made Erika’s eyes fill with tears as she walked over and gently hugged the girl. “You don’t know how terrified I was that something had happened.” She did not have confidence that she would be able to do this on her own. She slowly pulled away, nodding at the berries and taking half. “I wish I knew more about anything in this world.” Maybe if they got to a town she could steal some medicine for Erika’s hands, and both of their necks. It would be a good idea for them to try and stave off infection, sadly neither of them really knew how to do that. “Do you still have the strips of cloth I used to bandage your hands? We should probably clean them and reapply them. It will be really bad if either of us get sick.” She said, popping a berry into her mouth.Erika’s neck was hurting rather bad but she did her best to ignore it. After all that was just a sign of their escape, eventually the pain would fade. She was thankful to have the berries but tilted her head in confusion as she looked at Alena. Something was bugging her. The contact made Alena feel weird, she wasn't used to contact, not hugs, not affection, not anything other than a shove here or there, or perhaps the whip against her skin. When asked about the strips of cloth she nodded and pulled them from her pocket, holding them out to Erika. She had looked for a stream to clean them in but had no luck... she knew somewhere near by was a river, since the towns mills were run by the waterwheel, and occasionally one of the other girls from the workhouse. But the river was probably out in the open and she was too afraid to go anywhere they might be seen or caught."We need to keep moving..." She said with a forced smile, her body protesting the thought. It would be hard to continue but they needed to get as far away as quickly as they could if they wanted to survive. She ate a few of the berries, they were sweet and juicy and helped a bit to quench her thirst. "Here." Erika took them with her free hand and draped them over her shoulders. She would deal with it in a moment after she had finished off her berries. All of the puddles left by the rain would be enough for her. She just needed those and she could clean the bandages, but food was her first priority. She ate those as she walked, not having the same physical soreness as Alena. She was a bit sore but she didn't normally have jobs that tired her out physically, so her body could take a bit more pain before she felt quiet as bad. When she was done eating though she gathered the clothe in her hands again and pulled water out of a puddle, pulling it up to the clothe and doing as she had done before to clean them of the puss from the blisters. She then cooled them down and began to gently wrap them on Alena's neck and hands again. It was harder now that they were walking though.After she was done she did what she needed to for herself. "Oh, we should probably drink too." She pulled up more water, cleaning it before floating the bubble in front of Alena, "Just put your lips on it and go like this." She made a slurping sound. Alena was thankful for Erika's company, she wasn't sure she would be able to do this on her own. Not with her wounds, anyways. It felt good to have to cool bandages placed back on the blisters, they didn't sting so much anymore, her whole body just seemed to ache, but she ignored it, knowing they needed to keep moving. She was just afraid they'd never be able to stop...Looking around, Alena wondered if they were even going the right way. Not that they had a destination in mind, just as long as they were moving further from the workhouse, that's all that mattered right now. Perhaps they'd be able to find a barn to sleep in tonight, out of the cold and dirt. She had been lost in thoughts and was startled by the orb of water floating in front of her, which she had nearly walked into. A cool drink sounded perfect and she followed Erika' instructions, putting her lips against the cool water and slurping it carefully. "Thank you." She said with a smile, glad that at least one of them seemed to have useful powers, otherwise she'd be drinking from dirty puddles, or dying of thirst.Not wanting to stop, afraid that if they did she wouldn't be able to keep moving, she continued on, eating a berry every so often, wanting to make them last. "Where did you come from? Before you ended up there..." t would be easier to continue if she was distracted from the aches and pains. Erika made a bubble for herself and drank from it, happy that they were on their way to freedom, even just this much made her so happy. Honestly if she were to be killed right now she would be fine. She was sore but she was just so happy. “I think if we find a stream or something to rest by tonight I can heat it up and help get rid of some of the pain in our muscles. She said to Alena as they walked, and then Alena asked about her. “Oh, well… not that much.”“Well before my powers developed I was the daughter of an aristocrat but my powers started to show up when I was 5. Before I was six my parents abandoned me and I was sold to the work houses. I’m really surprised I survived this long.” She said with a weak smile. “Just having you around gave me the confidence to push through my fear and run away from all of that.” Alena watched her. “What about you? Where do you come from?" "I don't really remember a time before having my powers... I don't remember much from from when I was young, I know my parents loved me, despite it. I was taken from them when I was just eight years old." It had been horrible, she remembered her mother crying, the threats to her family if she did not go with them. She had received word, from an aunt or some relation that her parents had died of some sickness or another two years ago. The workhouse had been kind enough to even let her have a day of rest, to mourn her parents. After that she had no more hope, no chance of being taken away from that life. Yet here she was, free at last.The sticks poked at her feet, the blackened bottoms not hardened against the rough forest floor. Her berries were finished and she wondered where their next meal might come from. How much did the guards care about the two of them? Enough to follow them to the next town? The town after that? How long before they could be safe from capture. “Sounds like your family was really great. I’m sorry that you were taken from them. Are they still alive? If they are we can try to get you back to them. You might be safe there.” Honestly she had no idea if she would or not, but she was willing to help her. Alena had helped her escape, she owed everything to Alena. Erika had no family to look for. They had abandoned her, so she had forsaken them. Now she was a wanderer, she had nothing else to do. “We have to come up with a plan. I think I can steal us some food but I don’t think I could steal us clothes. We are going to have to come up with a plan, we are obvious in these.” She said softly.Walking through the forest hurt but Erika really was to happy about being alive and being free. She just was to happy to care about the pain on her feet, it was nothing compared to the pain that she felt when she was beat, the emptiness of being alone. She could do anything if she compared it to the pain of the past. "No, they're not alive so I can never go back..." Alena mumbled, remembering the pain she felt, the ache at being alone in the world, trapped in the workhouse under their control. She didn't ask to have these powers, she would have rather stayed with her parents, being ordinary. Why did they imprison them? Couldn't they find those with powers and pay them for their work, their service? It would be more fair. Alena wanted to laugh, as if the guards, those in charge, cared about being fair.The idea of stealing clothes, or anything, didn't sit well with her, but in the back of her mind she reminded herself she had killed a man to escape, so what was the harm in taking a bit of food? "We might find some clothes... my mother always put them on the line, and one time someone had taken father's pants. Perhaps..." She froze at that, hearing what sounded like a male shouting. Were they being followed? Her heart began to race and she tried to listen, to know what was coming so they could do something. Laughter soon followed, and the shouts of someone else, probably male as well. "What is that?" She whispered to Erika, pulling her behind trees as they went along. There were more shouts, this time she was sure they were younger boys, and more splashing. Perhaps there was a river nearby?Circling the area, Alena kept behind the trees, not wanting to be seen, not sure if the boys would turn them in. At one point she peered through a line of long, overgrown bushes, surprised to find a small stream on the other side. A rope hung from a tree, a boy ran and swung from it, landing in the water. Her cheeks turned crimson as she noticed his state of undress. Quickly she pulled back, her back to the bush, hoping she hadn't been caught spying. Her hand touched something cloth and she tugged it out from under her. She held up a linen tunic and grinned. It was only then she noticed the other articles of clothing strewn about them. "Will these work?" It made her really sad to know that Alena didn’t have a family to return to. This would make it harder because it meant that there wasn’t really a place to go back to. Erika wasn’t looking for a home for herself but it would be nice to find Alena a place to feel safe and feel like she didn’t have to run anymore. “Well hopefully they will be looking at us from above and gracing us with their help.” She smiled at the thought even if it probably wasn’t possible. She also froze when she heard the voices, getting prepared to fight. She stuck closed to Alena, it didn’t sound like someone was chasing after them. There weren’t foot steps following them it was just the yelling and the splashing.When she noticed the clothes Erika nodded and looked at all of the different clothes. She picked out this things that would cover them but also allow the boys to go home. “We are going to have to run after we get from their earshot. They will get concerned when they see their clothes missing.” She whispered as she changed out of the clothes she had had before. Alena nodded in agreement, they would have to run once more, but at least they would be dressed better for survival. She pulled off the dirty shift and tossed it to the side, glad to be rid of the offending garment. She tugged on a large tunic, the garment swallowing her completely. Tugging on a pair of breeches she struggled to listen for the sounds of the boys on the other side of the bushes. She still heard splashing, so hopefully they would not realize their clothes were missing for a little while longer, so they had time to get away.Frowning, she struggled to tuck the tunic into the breeches, pulling the laces as tight as her damaged hands allowed. As she stood rolling the sleeves of the linen tunic up, the voices of the boys sounded like they were growing closer. "I think they're coming." She whispered, grabbing Erika's hand and pulling her away. Hopefully the boys wouldn't get into trouble for going home with missing clothes. She hated stealing, but they needed something warmer if they wanted to survive. Perhaps one day they could come back and make up for it...For now she kept running, ignoring the pain in her feet as she did so. Erika grabbed Alena’s hand and began to run with her. She didn’t want to get caught, she didn’t want to go back to that place. Her feet were just as damaged as Alena’s and it hurt to run, but she wouldn’t go back to that place, she would not be caught. The ran together and her breath became labored but she pushed on. She refused, she refused. She looked over at Alena. They could do this together, if they just stuck together they could do this. She could do this. About 30 minutes into running she squeezed Alena’s hand. “I have to stop.” She said trying to catch her breath. “I need to stop to breath.” She winced. “We need to find another stream so that we can wash our feet a bit.” She weakly said.Her hands shook from being so tired, she was exhausted but they had to keep going. She looked to Alena, how was she doing, was she managing. Alena looked just as tired as Erika felt. Just when Alena felt like she couldn't go on, Erika pulled them to a stop. It took her a moment to catch her breath, and she struggled to stay on her feet. Her lungs burned with each deep breath she took. There were no sounds of pursuit behind them, which she was quite glad for, considering they were unable to run anymore. Hopefully the boys would figure it was a prank and not think to look for them."Perhaps we managed to follow the stream..." Alena mumbled, making a wide circle around the area they had stopped in, listening for any sound of water. It was a few minutes before she heard it. "Over here." She mouthed, waving her hands to get Erika's attention. She didn't wait for Erika, instead she hurried to the stream, crouching beside it she cupped her hands and drank the icy water. It felt good, wetting the bandages, which cooled her skin and helped the blisters.Erika's suggestions to wash their feet was a good one and she dipped her feet into the water, ignoring the chills as she did so. It felt good against the cuts and scrapes. They would need some shoes if they were going to continue. Erika stumbled along with Alena, listening for the water as well. She felt it just before Alena heard it and began to pull her towards it. She was so happy to see the rushing water and walked into the water laying down in it, despite her new clothes getting soaked. She sighed in happiness, pulling the water up and drinking some of it. They needed to find something better to eat. She would find them real food, she would find them meet and she would kill it. She couldn’t kill the guard, she would do this for Alena. Alena was so much stronger then her. Turning her head she looked at Alena. “I wish we could find a lake, or an Ocean” She got excited by that thought. “With my powers we could cross the ocean and we could be safe.” She said with enthusiasm as she sat up.Erika reached out and cooled down the water by Alena’s feet further. “If we keep following the water we should make it to the ocean right?” She asked. “I think that’s what the books said but what do I know?” She wanted them to be safe. Alena sighed in relief at the cool water by her feet, made even better with Erika's efforts. "I don't know, I've never seen the ocean..." She muttered, feeling a bit useless at this point. How would she help them find a safe place if she knew so little about the world?She unwrapped the bandages around her hands, setting them on the ground beside her, and dipped the blistered palms into the cool water. It was instant relief. Hopefully they would be able to keep them clean and free of infection. The skin was still red, the blisters large and angry. When they popped it would be worse,t he raw skin underneath sensitive to pain and disease. Perhaps they would be somewhere a bit more safe by then.Her hair blew into her face with each breeze, she maneuvered and dipped the long, pale tresses into the water, soaking it. Once it was wet enough, at least at the end, she combed it carefully with her fingers, which was difficult with the blisters. Braiding it, like she had planned, proved even harder, her hands struggling to hold the hair and perform the needed work. "Can you help?" She asked Erika in desperation, hating to ask more of the girl, but wanting to control her hair so she needn't worry about it. “Me neither, so it’s something we can try right?” She asked with a smile. “And as long as we stay near water I can be useful.” She said as she looked at Alena. “I wish I were more useful, all I can do is help your wounds, I can’t heal them, just help the pain. She looked at Alena with a smile. She tried to clean Alena’s feet a little bit by purifying the water. She didn’t even think about the ones on her own feet.Cleaning the bandages was a lot easier though and she did that quickly. and then looked up as Alena asked her for help. She looked like she was trying to do something with her hair and Erika blushed. “I can try.” But she had never done anything with her own hair before, not really. She walked over to Alena, leaning down and taking her hair. “I’ve seen this done in other girl’s hair before but I’m not exactly sure how to do it. I’m going to try though.” She slowly began trying to braid her hair. “This isn’t going well.” She laughed a little and then pulled it tighter. “Well…. I…. I think that’s the best I can do for now. Sorry hun." Alena didn't care so much if it was perfect, it would have to do, at least hopefully it would stay out of her face. "Thanks." She murmured, tossing the messy, strange braid over her shoulder. Her stomach growled, it had to be about time for a meal, she figured, not that she knew what they'd eat. How she wished they could find somewhere safe to go, with food and a roof over their head, but she was afraid they were not nearly far enough from the workhouse. How far would they have to run until they were safe? She liked the idea of escaping across and ocean, or even just a large lake, where people wouldn't know who they could be.She rolled up the sleeves of the large, linen shirt. The fabric was softer than anything she had worn since coming to the workhouse. Hopefully no one would suffer because of their actions, they were only clothes after all."We should keep going, and find something to eat..." It sounded easy but she knew it wouldn't be. Already she wanted to stay put, to stop the running. Her feet hurt, her whole body ached from the cramped sleeping space. Still, she hated to complain, it was better than where they had come from. Sighing she got to her feet, taking the now clean bandages from Erika and re-wrapping her hands. “Hopefully I will get better over time. When your hands are healed you will have to teach me.” She said. Hearing Alena’s stomach growl Erika frowned. “Stay here, keep your feet and hands in the cold water. I will try to find us something to eat. And I will be quick about it.” Erika thought and nodded. She nodded again to herself and then walked off. She had to at least find some berries or something. They would follow the path of the water. and they would make it somewhere safe. She looks back at Alena one more time before going into the forest. It took her a while before she finally found some more berries. She would have to find them some meat later.“Im sorry i was gone so long. I found us more berries, here, eat as many as you need. She was hungry too but she felt like Alena had gone through so much more then her. Alena was the one who really had it bad, she could handle it. “Tonight I will find us something to eat that will really fill us up but at least we have this for now.” She was trying really hard to put a positive spin on things. “Let me look at your feet while you eat.” She knelt down and looked at Alena’s feet, they were pretty rough, just like hers were. Alena waited in silence for for Erika to come back, enjoying a few moments rest beside the river. She had watched the stream, small, silvery fish swimming by. They wouldn't be good for food, not that she was fast enough to catch them, but she knew they'd have to do something other than berries eventually. Her feet were feeling better, as were her hands, at least for now. If they could keep their wounds clean they might just make it.When Erika returned she smiled, glad to not be alone. She was afraid someone would come up, and she'd be forced to run, and if she had to run, how would she ever find Erika again? They needed each other, they couldn't do this alone, she couldn't do this alone. Despite Erika's words she only took half of the berries, knowing they both needed their strength to continue. Popping a berry in her mouth she sighed, it tasted good, sweet. "Thank you." She mumbled, eating more of the berries, wanting to keep moving before it got dark. They needed a safer place to sleep tonight, and she hoped to find one.She lifted her battered feet from the water, the pale sole still stained from the years of soot and grim, a permanent mark of her captivity. "We need to keep moving, I'll be alright." It felt strange having someone care about her, she didn't want to be a burden. She stood, shaking the water off her feet the best she could before she stepped away, wondering which way they had come from. It was strange but Erika felt she had to compensate for not having the strength to kill that guard. She was so frustrated with herself, but she would do better. She would help make sure that they survived. She would find them food and she would be useful. Looking down she saw Alena had only taken half of the berries so she hesitantly ate some. They were good, and it reminded her just how hungry she was. She ate a few more before watching Alena step out of the stream. Erika pulled the water off her friend’s food so it wouldn’t end up muddy, just a little dirty.“Alright, let’s go then.” Alena began walking along the side of the river. “We will have to be careful though because rivers often run through towns.” She remembered learning that. Rivers were a source of water and so towns were often built around them. “It might be better if we tried to find a place to sleep now and continued once night falls. The dark will give us more cover.” And if they got really lost Alena could light them a small fire.Erika was scared and nervous, but she smiled, holding out her empty hand for Alena to take if she wanted to so they could walk together. She was constantly forgetting about the blisters that poor Alena had on her hands. Alena took her hand, despite the bit of pain she felt at the contact. She hadn't felt any bit of comfort in so long that she was willing to suffer through. "That sounds like a good idea..." She mumbled, wishing she had thought of it. Never would she have been able to survive on her own, she'd probably just wander in circles until she starved to death. Her berries didn't last long as they followed the river, but her stomach felt full enough for now, so she couldn't complain. As they walked she scanned the area, wondering where they would sleep for now. A nap sounded good, but the idea of walking at night scared her just a bit. Would there be wolves? She had heard them howl when she was but a child, her parents had told her that she was safe in her home. But what about in their home?A shiver went down her spine at the thought, but she didn't voice her concerns to Erika. It was a good plan, they needed to be smart if they wanted to survive and not get caught. Along the bank she noticed a large willow tree, the branches dipped and swayed in the water. The branches were large and spread out from the thick trunk. "What aboutinthe tree?" She asked with a shy smile, wondering if Erika would think her crazy for the suggestion. It seemed better than sleeping on the ground, and if anyone walked by they wouldn't see them. They had slept under a tree, why not? She hurried towards it, pulling Erika with her. It would be a tough climb, but where the branches met at the trunk was just enough space for them to fit and lean against branches and get some sleep. Looking at the tree Erika smiled. "That's perfect but I can't climb." It seemed that didn't matter though as Alena all but pulled her up, dragging her up the tree. When they were up and comfortably sitting in the branches Erika had to catch her breath but she was smiling. This was a really great idea. They would be able to rest up here. She let out a happy sigh and relaxed looking at Alena. "This was a really good idea." She had finally let go of Alena's hand and was resting. "After some sleep, we should be good to go..." Alena mumbled, a yawn escaping her. Why did she feel so tired? They hadn't walked too much, and it was only the afternoon... Yet right now all she wanted to do was sleep, and sleep, and sleep. For a whole day if possible. Then wake up and eat a hot meal. None of that would happen, of course, they were far from safe and had little means for a hot meal, unless they killed and cooked it themselves.Sighing with content she closed her eyes, leaning against the branch behind her. Around here she could hear the birds and other creatures of the forest, it sounded so peaceful, and hopefully nothing else would come along to destroy it. "Just a small nap..." She muttered just as sleep began to claim her. Erika didn’t sleep for long. She had to much on her mind and she simply couldn’t get it to shut up. Instead she pulled some of the water from the stream and was playing with it, thinking about the water helped her focus on her own thoughts. That’s when she heard it, the footsteps underneath them and a stop. Someone was getting water from the river.“No one has sent up the signal which means those girls are still out there.” One of the men grumbled and a second responded. “100,000 reward for them, more if we can get them alive.”“I heard their factories are having a hard time without one of them and they lost a lot of rich clients without the other. So I’m sure they are eager to punish them, themselves.” Erika swallowed hard. They wouldn’t just be killed, they would probably be tortured first, and then strung up as an example. The sun was still up, but the leaves hid them from view. Erika looked to Alena. If either of them moved to much they would call attention to themselves. Erika let the water flow into the trees and just remained still, hoping Alena didn’t wake up before they left. It was impossible to sleep soundly, not with how concerned she was. At the sound of voices her eyes flickered open, she nearly jumped, afraid that they were about to be caught. Yet she couldn't see them, she saw little more than the tree they were in, the leaves surrounding them quite well. Glancing up at Erika she was surprised to see her awake, but glad that they were both aware of the threat so near them. So they were still searching for them, did that mean they'd never be safe? She couldn't go back, she killed a guard, she would be hung, or worse, for her crime. They'd know it was her...She held up her hand slowly, a small flame flickering in her palm as she did so. She didn't want to fight, but she would if they had to, she wasn't going to go back, she would do everything she could to stop that fate.Waiting, she didn't hear retreating footsteps. Were they stopping there? It would not be good for them to linger so long, she just hoped they'd continue on until dark, and make a camp. Then Alena and Erika could travel in the dark and hopefully be safe. How had they tracked them this far? How far would they have to run? Perhaps Erika was right, they needed to get across the water, somehow, and they might be safe then. Perhaps if they just kept following this stream, maybe they'd reach a lake, find a boat... then they could escape and find a home. Home. That would be so nice. “They were here recently, look at these foot prints in the mud.”“How do you know it wasn’t just some kid coming to play by the stream?”“The water has a weird pattern here too. One of them was a water user right? She would have affected the water stream.”“How do you know this?” Asked the other man.“You have your skills I have mine.” He began looking around until he looked at the tree. Through a small gap in the leaves he made eye contact with Erika and Alena, putting his finger to his lips before turning to the other man. “Let’s keep going. If we go now we might be able to catch up to them.” The other man grunted and soon they were both gone.Erika had not realized she had been holding her breath until she released it, looking at Alena. What had just happened? What the hell just happened? Had they been caught? Was that man coming back to get them, was he on their side. “Put out your flame.” She whispered, the glow would attract predators. She had to think, she had to think. The two men were headed the direction that the girls should have been headed. Was he cornering them into a trap? She rubbed her temples, think think think. She didn’t want to put Alena in harms way, she had to figure this out. She had to know why that man had not just told his companion that he had seen the girls. Maybe he was going to come back and kill them later. “We should move.” She said looked at Alena finally. “We should get out of here." Alena was frozen, the small flame in her hand flickered out when Erika mentioned it. What had just happened? They had been seen, she was sure of it, the man had looked directly at them and did... something. Was he warning them he'd be back? Probably with more men. Erika was saying something. Move? No, she hadn't moved and given away their position. Had she? No, wait. Get out of here. Erika wanted to leave?What if they encountered the men looking for them? Yet he knew they were here, so they were no longer safe. Frowning, she managed a curt nod. "Yes, we must leave." She muttered, stretching the best she could. They hadn't gotten much sleep, and now she wasn't sure she'd feel safe enough to stop anytime soon. "What way do we go?" She wondered out loud, doubting Erika knew anymore about this forest than she did. She couldn't hear voices anymore, couldn't see the men, so she climbed down from the tree, her damaged hands a feet struggling to do so with the bandages.Once on the ground she looked around, hoping the man hadn't set a trap for them, waiting for them to come down before grabbing them. Erika was shaking as she jumped out of the tree and grabbed Alena’s hand. She didn’t care about the pain or anything, they had been seen and the man hadn’t tried to hurt them, it frightened the hell out of her. She began to run, running as fast as she could, dragging Alena with her. Her heart was pounding in her ears, she ran diagonally away from the stream so they continued to make progress away from the work house but also weren’t going to run into those men again, at least she hoped so. She was terrified and only stopped when her lungs literally couldn’t take it anymore.She looked at Alena, it was dark out now, they had rested a bit, they should keep moving, others would be sleeping right? She was still shaking though, she was just scared, really really scared. “What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” She asked, having a slight panic attack. Alena struggled to keep up with Erika, it was difficult, her feet ached and hurt and the pain in her hand wasn't helped by Erika's tight grip. Once she had tried to pull away, but it didn't work so she continued to run. Did it matter? She wasn't sure they could outrun those men if they figured out that they were here. Breathing was becoming difficult, and just before she collapsed, Erika stopped. Coming to a halting stop, Alena dropped to her knees, gasping for air. How long had they been running? It was getting dark, which would mean the forest could be more dangerous, yet they also had a greater chance of not getting caught by the men.Sitting back for a moment, she watched Erika, confused by her outbursts and panic. "Shh. Shh." She warned, while trying to think of something, anything that would make for a decent plan. "I don't hear them chasing us, it's dark now. They will stop and rest, we will keep going." Pushing to her feet, she tried to brush the dirt from her hands and stolen breeches. "Just no running." She muttered, still having a hard time catching her breath. They needed to save what little energy they had left for if the men found them."Come on." She said in just above a whisper, heading in the same direction they'd been running in. Alena didn't really know where they were, but hopefully they were still moving away from the workhouse and the men looking for them. Maybe they'd find a town, where they could get food... of course they'd have to steal again. Was it really so wrong if they just took a little? They had nothing to offer, nothing of value.It was hard to look for berries in the dark, all of her focus was on not tripping over roots and branches, and watching out for any dangers. She could hear what sounded like a wolf, thankfully it was quite far in the distance. Hopefully it would stay that way. She was exhausted now and closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath but air just wouldn’t come. Was she really ready to die? What if they tortured them first? Through all of her fear Alena was a voice of reason ‘Shh. Shh.’ that was right, if they wanted any hope of living she had to keep quiet, she had to be careful and not freak out. She calmed her breath, slow even breaths, soft and unheard. “No running.” She whispered in a mimic, yeah, no running, they both were to ragged as it was. They needed to kill something tonight and eat it, something with a good amount of meat on it, maybe a larger rabbit, or a deer.Erika still hadn’t caught her breath either, she was still holding Alena’s hand as she searched for her friend in the dark. The stars would have to guide them from here on out. Stop, think, what was their next plan of action, they couldn’t run around aimlessly. “I’m sorry, I panicked.” She whispered. “We… we should find the river again, follow it to a town there will be hiding places in the town but also food.” They had no money but Erika had seen the lives of the rich, she had no problem stealing from them. She looked to Alena. “It’s going to be okay right? We will be okay?” She just needed to hear Alena say it once and she would be able to calm herself enough to continue on.It confused her why that man had let them go but maybe he was a sick bastard who wanted to play cat and mouse. Would she ever feel safe? She looked to Alena again as they started to walk slowly. “As soon as the sun starts to rise I will dig us another hole to hide in. Or maybe we will find a good tree.” It had been raining earlier did that mean it was fall or spring? Were the days going to be longer or shorter then the nights, she couldn’t remember. She needed to eat. Alena hid the pain in her stomach, she needed food, the little they had been fed for years was not enough to sustain someone to exert this kind of energy, and the berries they'd picked at were little help. They couldn't eat, not yet, they needed to keep going, to get as far away as possible from the men looking for them. Despite feeling no more confident than Erika, she nodded and managed a smile. "Yes, we'll be okay, we just need to keep going..." With that she urged Erika forward, listening carefully, hoping to find the river.Her feet were aching so bad, she wished they had boots that fit them to protect themselves from the sticks and stones, the rough forest floor that tore up their skin, but unless they found a town, they were out of luck. Yet they had to keep going if they were ever going to be free. "I think I hear water..." She murmured, leaning in close, not wanting her voice to carry. It was faint but she tried to follow the sound, steering them towards what she thought might be the river and their only hope of not being lost in the woods.Something scampered by her feet, she wanted to scream, to cry out in fear but she bit her tongue and said nothing. It couldn't have been big, probably a mouse or a rat, she figured, but she hated this darkness that surrounded them. Would they even see if the men chasing them approached? Surely the would make more noise than a little mouse.Rather suddenly the stream was before them and despite her better judgement she burst from the treeline and crouched at it, cupping her hands and drinking the cold water. It felt amazing and she couldn't help but continue, filling her belly with the cool liquid, hoping it would hold her over, if only for a short time. Once they drank their fill they would have to continue, it was easier now, they'd follow the flow of the river, the current their guide in which direction they needed to head. Hopefully they had made the right choice, hopefully this led to a town, to civilization, and not back to their imprisonment. The two both were starving and their bodies couldn’t hold out much longer if they didn’t get something to eat soon. Still, Alena had said the words that Erika needed to here. “Alright let’s go.” Her voice was soft as she kept her strength up. She had been so calm when they were getting away originally but now that she had tasted freedom she was so scared of losing it. “Keep going, Keep going.” She echoed and held onto Erika’s hand tight.When they got to the water she got close to it and pulled some up into the air to use as protection if anything thing came at them. She was nervous and scared but she was able to react quickly as the guy from before came out from the tree line. She sent the water rushing at him first but he hid and she couldn’t hit him. “Now now, no need to be so hostile.” He said as he smirked to himself. “You two girls are a bit loud, thankfully my partner is out cold.” He wasn’t going to say anymore though because he wanted to give them a chance to not freak out. But by the way the water hitting the tree he could tell Erika wasn’t calming down.“Alena we have to leave.”“If I wanted to take you back in don’t you think I would have already?” He asked from behind his tree. She still didn’t believe him though.“Alena we should leave.” But she was going to leave the actual decision to her friend.

Under Control

Mech Wars OOC (Saikotsu, cmpuncle, DigitLninja, UnderCov3rL0ver)

IC thread: ( thread: ( is the thread where ooc questions and information will appear. you may also use this channel the way we usually do. anyway, here's some info to help you flesh out your characters:it's promising and scary when the players have already altered things and we've only just created our characters. Anyway, skills work like this: all skills are multi-class, meaning they only cost one skill point to increase. There are several skills that will start off at level 3, due to prior training. In this campaign, three of the characters grew up on a space station, known as Einstein Colony. (DigitLninja can be from elsewhere, his background makes up for the discrepancy). It's up to you whether or not your characters know each other though. Anyway, The official stance of the orbital colonies, including Einstein Colony, is armed neutrality (think Switzerland). All students are enrolled in mandatory military courses, in addition to their other academic classes. However, upon graduation, they are NOT required to enter the military. (Since DigitLninja is former military, he gets the bonuses as well) Depending on the courses an individual took, or are currently taking in my characters case, certain skills are raised by three at level 1.Here are the skill sets:Special Ops: move silently, sense motive, disable device, pick pocket, SurvivalEngineer: Demolitions, disable device, Medical, Repair, open lockIntelligence: Computer Use, Diplomacy, Search, Research, Sense MotivePilot: Ride, Pilot, Repair, Drive, Computer UseInfantry: Survival, Spot, Move Silently, two skills of players choice, one additional weapon specializationin addition, each character may specialize in one combat skill. so those of us in the military are to chose one of those to be our main focus of study... and I just realized I didn't include pilot in my character so I kinda have to chose Pilot rank...as for my changing your game, I had no story background to build off of till now so I made him a little story.if I had to choose one of those military options it would be Special Ops, that explains how he has escaped detection for so long despite the large bounty on his head... but I'm required to chose Pilot rank unless I give myself another defect or two. okay then I guess the best fit in terms of classes for my guy would have to be intelligence. After all his mech is technically research, thus he would need to be trained in research for its creator to want to give it to him. Actually now that I think of it, I might want to swap one of the skills in that set for repair, if at all possible. Quote from: DigitLninja on March 27, 2011, 05:46:11 amso those of us in the military are to chose one of those to be our main focus of study... and I just realized I didn't include pilot in my character so I kinda have to chose Pilot rank...as for my changing your game, I had no story background to build off of till now so I made him a little story.if I had to choose one of those military options it would be Special Ops, that explains how he has escaped detection for so long despite the large bounty on his head... but I'm required to chose Pilot rank unless I give myself another defect or two.no worries. As I said, that's the whole point of this thing, is to let you guys influence the story, so I'm actually excited about this. Go ahead and take Special Ops if you want. I didn't mean to imply you were forced to take Pilot. The point of my previous post was to say that we've all had some measure of military training. Since your background was a bit different, I just wanted to clarify that you could also get the benefits. So go on ahead. After all, what's to say you weren't part of a Special Ops mech unit? Considering my character is a pet monster trainer, you have to wonder. indeed, as well as the fact that his choice of mech was version 1.0 of what I currently have posted.and done hey guys, the IC thread is up and running. I figured I'd combine the first post with some necessary background information that way we could get this up and running a bit faster. However, since the post got a bit bigger than I had planned, I won't post everything just yet. cmpuncle, your mech has arrived on station, and you're about to receive that information somehow. I'll leave how you get that information up to you. It is currently being inspected by the stations militia in the security sector, and will be "Officially" released as soon as they're done with that.Undercover, go ahead and go along with what you asked me, I'll play the other character after you introduce them. anyway, hope you enjoy. and at the risk of being redundant, here you go guys.IC thread: ( thread: ( geez had to modify my last post cause my speech recognition turned on somehow while I was typing, without my knowledge. so all of a sudden things started typing themselves, and I was like what the hell! oh, I forgot to mention, I'd appreciate it if we could avoid time-skip posts as much as possible, at least for the time being. (this is a notice for future reference, not a direct comment on anyone.) The reason for this is I've done a few campaigns with time skipping, and jumping back and forth is really tough on storyline-continuity, especially since in a few hours/posts game time, there will be trouble. conciser my post, catching up with everyone else. I will do my best mon-capitan. man I may not get around to posting till tomorrow, I've been at a wedding all day then got back and had to start my laundry, and cook a casserole for my church potluck tomorrow. as I said, this wasn't a criticism of anyone, just a notice. I interpreted your post that way anyway. sorry if it seemed like I was criticizing you, it was not my intention.yeah, I was busy today/yesterday as well. You all know my schedule, so I understand if it takes a while to post. so I hear you visited the town to the north. How was it? the trip went well. I made a few random friends while I was there. the town itself was what I expected: cute, quaint, over priced. but it was a nice diversion. and I only spent 6 bucks there when I went classical gas (#) well, I did manage to acquire some things from a free garage sale, but all the restaurants, it costs 8+ for a sandwhich. Really? what'd you get? mostly just a bunch of shirt hangers. They were closing up about the time I arrived, so I took some hangers and helped them put everything away.oh, by the way, you guys can now start building your mechs. We're running D20 rules, so you have 400 character points to build your mech. I would suggest using the mech creation rules found in the D20 book. Furthermore, you can add character abilities to your mech (I.e. abilities from the character attributes section), but each ability taken from there costs double per rank. so an attribute that costs 4 would cost 8 per rank. My suggestion is that you stick to the mech traits at first, and add character attributes last. Also, I'd suggest having around 50 hp for your mech. Armor may also be a good idea, though some mechs are going to be less armored than others (I know mine will) well shoot, I think they deleted....never mind I just realized you did the original mech rp on a different site, and was able to dig it up....thank goodness. that's good. By the way, I will probably have trouble getting online today, the network is incredibly slow today. (12 mbps). I might be able to post from somewhere else, but my room is out of the question. hmm, well in other news I just downloaded season 1-3 and the first episodes of season 4 of Yu-Gi-Oh 5d's still slowly working through Ranma, then I gotta watch through GX before I can try to go through 5D's Ah, Ranma. I'm still trying to convince Saiko to go to Nan Desu with me as either girl Ranma or Akane. I'd go as guy Ranma! Heck, I'd even go as Ryoga! though i'd be happy just to see him in that school girl uniform I got him. :)On the topic of anime, I'm going through Soul Eater again, and I'm trying to get Saiko to finish it. unfortunately I think it's best if I don't go this year, since things just have not been going the way I need them to, unless something happens to come up soon.and as for the school girl costume comment........oh GOD!!!!oh and Sarge is up in the Character Thread. what can I say? I'm probably going to hate myself, but, "idk what CAN you say?" lol heeheehee. Oh, I dunno. I will say this. He'd look damn sexy in that skirt. holy crap! I just discovered I can bookmark topics! Now I won't have to rely on the show new replies button. THIS IS AWESOME!!!!hahahaha, Even I'm laughing at myself for that!unfortunately, I lost my external hard drive today. So I wanted to bid a fond farewell to Noel. She was a good external, while she lasted, though I would have expected an electronic named after a blazblue character to live longer than an electronic named after an Evil Zone character (I'm looking at you, Kakurine, you old casette tape player! Literally, that tape player is almost as old, if not older, than me!)I'll be posting soon enough, sorry for the wait guys. Ok so I don't hate myself for asking, and Saikotsu I'm very dissappointed for not realizing that till now..... I have posted my mech stats but I want you, Sai to look at the weapons so we can determine a cost for each. quickly, change the name before he notices and gets mad! well, they're going to be expensive, I'll tell you that right away. Just going off the book, your weapons are practically more expensive than the mech itself. The good news is that you don't need to do as much damage as you want to do, at least not at first. There will be enemies later on that require that much firepower, but starting off, you don't really need to be able to blow up a moon. That said, I would suggest adding some restrictions, or perhaps adding qualities to your weapons when you and your mech level up.Swords of Dark Flame: that would be 21 MCP. fairly cheap.Wrist Mounted cannons: 4d8 (a bit excessive for a starter mech by the way) makes them 36 points, without traits and restrictions. with traits and restrictions, it is 7 * 36 = 252. if you dropped it to 4d4's the cost would be 140. you could also lower the cost if you added some restrictions to it. each quality multiplies the cost starting at 1.5 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4. restrictions reduce it the same way. The unlimited shots quality counts as four qualities, so if you got rid of that, you'd be at 98 MCP. by the way, I counted the two barrels per wrist as one quality.Ah, the emp burst cannon. damage alone brings it up to 63*2= 126. after restrictions and qualities, you actually halve that. So the emp burst cannon stands at 63 MCP. I'd be okay with a one shot cannon like this. If you were to take slowfiring, you'd drop the cost down to 32. for a weapon like this, I can see such a restriction being feasible.The mines cost 72. While I can see concealed being a good trait for mines, it's not entirely necessary. You can get rid of that quality and still have difficult to see mines. Also I would suggest holding off on the mines for now. There are places where a creative use of a mine would be handy, but you probably won't have an opportunity to use them until level 2 at least. Then again, since you guys have significant influence on the story, you very well may end up with a chance to use them early on. Either way, your weapon totals, as they stand at the moment, are at 408.also, please change my name alright, I think I'll turn the hand cannons and the EMP cannon off until I can afford to purchase them... I also have to save up points for Invisibility so it makes for a Spec Ops mech of lethal proportions.I also want to discuss something with you, special equipment.Sword of Dark Flame is the primary weapon I want anyway, that and my cyber warfare plan ^_~is it a bad thing that I keep going back to look at my mech every few minutes? your mech is dark and ominous. It's kinda creepy. go ahead and PM me with your special equipment idea. You know what he's based off of right?( can't believe I didn't see that. you know what's gonna happen next, don't you? "Gotta Catch Em All!" Mech Edition!!!! hehehe. I do.( my D&D group already has to worry about being attacked by strange wizards who capture odd creatures to do battle for them. Since the majority of the team is composed of individuals who are halfbreeds, almost all of them qualify.by the way, your character is currently defending Slor from your character, Undercover. I can't believe he nearly blew himself up, alongside the entire town. IT'S a D&D game, you shouldn't be able to blow up a town! I see. so you've already made it that far huh? Wish I could join you guys in person.and I was right. Saiko replied with the mikumecha. All I'm doing is basing my mech off of my Armored Core. Speaking of which, could you try to find a way to get a picture of it Saiko? I remember that otaku saying something about being able to do that with his PS3. grrr. I haven't worked on Armored Core in a long time, and my PS3 keeps freezing constantly while I'm playing New Vegas...... The fallout games seem to freeze a lot. Bethesda is not exactly the best company when it comes to fixing bugs it would seem.I love armored core. I beat every mission, then I played through it on hard. I only have 3 missions I couldn't beat on hard! I had so much money in the end I was able to build new AC's from scratch. hehehe. Thanks for granting me access to the many mechs you've made. It'll help me when coming up with bosses.I'm particularly interested in Inferno at the moment. seriously, a Kill Bill refference? I'm all for adding references that make sense, but i never expected THAT. sorry internet access here in Montana is spotty. the place we're staying doesn't have wireless, after I catch up on reading through I'll see if I can post anything no worries dude. Personally, I'd wait until I got home, but you can do it however you want. wow, I can't believe you got the reference. I didn't get the reference. geez it's about time, after a year I finally beat the main storyline of FF 13! nice job. I've been playing New Vegas myself, though not recently. The refference to Kill Bill is that after the main heroine wakes up in the hospital she somehow manages to escape, but she's mostly paralyzed, so she focuses on moving her big toe, practically commanding it to do stuff. Roll Result: Undercov3rL0ver rolled: 1d20Comment: movement restoredResult: 13,Total: 13darn it, 2 short. you've regained some mobility, enough to move around, but you're still stiff, undercover. so, everyone. Story divergence point. Should the forgotten go to war? yes or no? thanks. Who are the forgotten? did I miss something? you didn't miss anything. They haven't even been mentioned yet. I promised a campaign heavily influenced by the players, so this is a chance to shape the story. Will they go to war or not? yes I'm going to go with No on the going to war thing. I abstain from the voting. By the way, for those wondering, Undercover has been winning her rolls. She asks me in a PM and I give her a target number. She barely won the intercept thing though. ha! pip-girl... I ish playing Fallout 3 by the way, I'm kinda waiting on Cmpuncle. We can move a little farther without him, but I'd rather not get TOO far ahead. Let's all hope he can get webernet access again soon. I figured as much... that's alright, I'm so proud of my last post that I keep going back to read it. I know. You quite surprised me with your sheer bravery/craziness. The Black Knight is all about taking down the enemy quickly and quietly, that's why I will eventually get Active Camo for the Mech... which I need a name for... I guess so! Anyway, I've got three names I'll be using soon: Eidolon, Esper, and Avatar. Two out of those three mechs have had their pilots introduced. T.Y. is the name of the AI in the suit, so what should the actual Mech be called...Midnight AssassinE.L.I.M.I.N. - 8NoS-482Pirates GoldStalker V.2Dream EaterDarkraiSpirit of Darkness...you peoples have anything? Well, if it was formerly a UPF mech, I would suggest naming it after mythological creatures, such as Gorgon or Wraith. but there's more to the story that you don't know... HAHAHA!!!! The first ever vocaloid concert in America is going to be at Anime Expo 2011 in July!!!! sweet!.....yeah I'm not a vocaloid fan at all so you planing to go? or watch it on Youtube later? I'd love to go, but it'd be difficult to ask for the time off. Plus it's in Los Angeles. alas, it looks like I'll be youtubing it sometime. On the other hand, since this is the first concert in North America, I have the feeling it's just the first of many. Who knows, it might be at the con we go to someday! indeed oh, you're giving me ideas. holy carp i think i ave a lot to catch up on with this rp. yeesh finally I'm caught up with both of our rp's good. Now a question: should the Forgotten go to war or not? ( you name begins with A you should click this link hahaha, I want it. I knew you would ^_^ i'll say yes tothe war bit...thank god it's snowing, cause it boosted the signal well enough that i was able to pull all the updates i needed for my computer. So that makes 2 yea's 1 nay and one abstain. The forgotten are going to war then. Odd. Snow BOOSTED the signal huh? whoops made the same post twice cause i didn't know the first one went through, oh well removed the duplicate and hopefully we should finally have a good signal tomorrow. Okay next attempt at boosting the wireless signal for the employees is going to take place either tomorrow or Thursday, so here's hoping this time it works..... oh and DigitL I can't get the day off on July 4th, however I did ask if I could get the morning shift, so if I can get it I should be able to be there about 3:30-4:30. that should be alright... we should have food... I asked for it off, no guarantees I'll get it though. I'll know by Friday. have fun all. I wish I could join you all. :( you and me both. agh....so difficult I hope you guys come, I have all of one friend that I know is going to be coming... Well, you know I'll be there in spirit at least. hehehe. But seriously, I do wish I could be there with yall. It would be a treat to finally meet the two of you in person. I'm sure Chris and I would agree about that ^^ that i would aww well poopies, I got the morning shift for the fourth, but he doesn't have me getting off till 6, so looks like I'm staying up in Grand Lake this year. oh and undercover I will hopefully put together my digimon character tomorrow if the antenna we ordered 1)gets here and 2) works. Alright everyone, I have been doing some calculations into NDK this year... I recently made a change to the room that has yet to update but right now the cost of the room is $427.24I am under the assumption that it will just be the three of us: Chris, Adam, and myself as Cora tends to be busy, Alyssa is 'AWOL', and Bret may be buying his own room for... girlfriend reasons.that means that the total for the three of us will be $142.42 each.the price has increased because I charged two extra days to the room, that Thursday so we can get extra beds and a double bed room as requested... however I also put us down for Monday so we wouldn't have to rush to check out, however I recently removed Monday from the reservation and the price has yet to update...wait...ok scratch that...now I'm getting the price $320.43 for the room... which would be $106.81 for all of us... that number I got from the official website reservation so I'm going to say that this is the true price... I'll make sure Bret and Alyssa aren't coming and give you all an update if something changes but since we all have jobs I recommend we tell those we work for about the convention now instead of later.speaking of getting off work, Adam are you going to make it tomorrow? the timing isnt going to work out for the con for me this year. The good news is im all set to ensure i have internet come thursday so now we are down to two people paying for a room... sorry i tried i really did, i could stil pay my share though so your job is keeping you through September 9-11?and if you aren't going to be at the con then your not going to help pay for the room. yeah that weekend is closing weekend for the lodge perfectly crappy timing then... well... quit on Friday... you basically got this job to pay for the convention so if you don't go what was the point? DigitLninja! That's awfully rude you know! I know it's bad, but it's a job he dislikes, it's scheduled conflicts with what he want's to do, he got the job to pay for the con / get out of his apartment on time / not live with his family, and if he has a potential job lined up anyway than it makes more sense to let them know that he's quitting on the 8th and will be gone by the 9th.I'm sorry if I offended anyone but that's the truth of it. alright everyone, let's chill a little, though I am glad to see you fired up about something after that long stint of depression, Undercover. I think this stems from a miscommunication, or perhaps a lack of communication in the first place. I'd advise the two of you talk about it before getting all upset with one another. Yes it's a job I dislike, but I like the people I'm working with. I got this job DigitL because no one else would give me a job, yes I was originally planning on using it to get money for the con, but actually about the time I actually got the job I decided it would be best if I don't go this year. I may not like it at times but I have no right to complain, because it's a job. and if I stay straight up till we close then theres a better chance that I may be able to stay on permanently, and thus solve my job problem for good. Getting uppity with me about the situation does not help in the least. I hope I didn't come across as pissy or rude, but today has become a rage dump day for me, and I'm about ready to kill someone, so I'm doing the best I can to not be an ass.Oh and I probably won't get around to a post in this IC till I gain access through my desktop on Thursday. HA HA I'm back online! I love the brute force method sometimes... now to make my post here, then finish up my character profile on the new rp, man...I got lots to do. good to see you back dude. question: can I transport Duel Recipes from 2010-2011?oh and does 2011 connect to the internet through the DS's connection? Pokemon Black connects through the DSi so I want to know I can connect to you guys whenever I want instead of going to the library. no idea about the DSi, all I know is that mine won't connect to WPA. How would you even transport duel recipes, well I guess if you use two DS's but I have seen no such option, so my guess is no, no to mention even if you could you would still have to get the cards all over again before you could use those recipes. I know you can trade Recipes on 2010 cause I did it with Adam I think... I'm just wondering if I can do it from 2010 to 2011 which I'm fairly sure you can't... I don't think you can import recipes. I'd really love to duel my previous character though! It'd be even more fun if she chose a random deck out of the 64 I made! Unfortunately, nowhere near me has a WEP access point. Everyone is using WPA. This means that I haven't been able to go online once.The good thing about starting over is that I've been forced to make do with what I've acquired along the way. As a result, I've gotten much better at deck building and I've gotten over some of my debilitating habits, such as making my decks huge, or loading up 20 traps to prevent my foe from attacking me. Of the new features, I really like the deck analyzer. It tells you theoretically how well your deck will perform, and it's been pretty accurate so far (though a D rank deck can still win quite often if built well).The game also adds a whole bunch of new archetypes. I'm really interested in the Gusto and Ritua...I mean Gishki types, which are derived from the charmers.The gishki in particular are designed around ritual summoning, something that caught my interest a while ago.Of particular interest to me is I want to use the deck analyzer on my old LP +- deck, to see how well it would "theoretically" do. I'd also like to import my actual Red Eyes deck from real life to see its assessment. (Regardless of the games assessment, I'd still use it. I've put a lot of effort into acquiring the cards for it, and it definitely resonates with me. It has my "heart of the cards") yeah 2011 still has the old connection... so i got it and I still can't play with you guys if it's any consolation, you wouldn't have been able to play with me at all, since nowhere around me has that WEP connection I need. I could change the network settings here to make it WEP, but I don't want to compromise my parents net security. Furthermore, they'd have to go through a whole bunch of tweaking on all their devices, something they balked at last time I did something. I'll figure out something. Cmpuncle has stated that making an ad-hoc network allowed him to get online. I'm not sure how that is, but it's worth a shot dude. I'll look into it well i know the ad hoc will work but im actually not using it since i have my old router on again on top of my tower ok I just tested the ad hoc out to be 100% sure, and it will work, the only thing is the computer creating it has to behardlined into the net in order to share an internet connection or I suppose maybe two wireless adapters might also work. But it does work so long as you have a second connection on your computer connecting to the net. and I wont have a hard line to the router till next Friday... you guys may be interested in this ( game geez you guys post like crazy when i can't regularly access the site, and when i do have regular access, nothing happens...... oh by the way saikotsu they're remastering zone of the enders, set to release some time in 2012 well....something happened... sorry if that sounded kinda selfish, i didn't mean for it to. I was just making an observation Not at all. Things just got....really hectic really quickly. but then again, they always do when certain people gather... hey all. Sorry for the lack of posts lately. First off, my life has become a living besm game which is not as cool as it sounds... It seriously sucks when your girlfriend gets injured by an old nemesis you thought was gone forever. It gets worse when you're actually the one mostly responsible for the injury...anyway, I've got new friends and new enemies, some of the former having once been some of the latter. My sister is moving far away which bums me out quite a bit. She's been dealing with her own issues which I managed to get pulled into, hehe. I had a bit of car trouble, what with getting a flat tire following an epic adventure on Monday, (and having insane luck getting home in one piece because of my poor job of replacing it!). The next day I was sick and called in. My boss was unsympathetic and demanded I get a doctors note that day! I did, but my parents got upset because that's going to be an additional bill that I will now have to pay, and I'm kinda short on cash because of replacing all four of my tires (they were all in bad condition). Now there's a bit of an ultimatum where I am not to spend one f*&$ing penny on anything I don't absolutely need until I have at least 1000$ in the bank. As much as I dislike this, my parents are right, so I'm going to have to follow through with this. Fortunately, with how much I'm making, and how long I have, I SHOULD be able to afford nan-desu-kan, but I won't be able to get all that much....sad day. So, in a nutshell, I've been kinda busy dealing with all of this, on top of all the BS I run into at work on a daily basis. Regardless, barring any unforseen circumstances tomorrow (and there will be circumstances tomorrow, believe me,) I should be back online and posting in all the rp's. well holy Pooh-sticks, I hope you feel better undercover, I know injuries suck even though the worst I've ever had was a badly sprained wrist, and I guess technically the weird injury with my knee that flared back up when I started working here at the lodge, uhh going off topic there. but yeah my dad keeps telling me the same thing, except he's not putting it in ultimatum form, he just keeps telling me "save every bit", which I have every intent of doing while getting a few extra things. Speaking of which I will be going to Tennessee from the 2nd of September through the 6th for my cousins wedding shower, of course this is my first time booking a plane flight by myself so I was expecting something to go wrong and wouldn't you know it several things went wrong both on my part and on Frontiers. First their site wouldn't let my transaction go through so I had to call them at 11 at night, and then wait 53 minutes to talk to them. finally got them and booked the flight only to realize the next day I needed to fly into Nashville not Knoxville, so now I gotta call em tomorrow to change the flight and pay $50 more for doing so. jeez, you really can't catch a break.So between Undercover's injury (once again, I am deeply sorry that happened...), my adventures, and cmpuncle's troubles, all that leaves is you DigitLninja. I hope everything is well with you? Job I got is killing me, stress is so high that I have had anxiety attacks every day before work and last Tuesday I had a panic attack because I didn't want to go into work. I hope to Quit today but that means they lower my last paycheck to minimum wage and I don't have a potential job to jump on yet... but I'm tossing applications left and right... I pray I get some responses because I can't go back to being jobless and I can't stay at this job.Didn't help that my parents left me with the old truck that is a fire hazard. That damn truck worked two days before it stopped working all together, stranded at my work, as of Wednesday afternoon it disappeared from the parking lot and I haven't even received a call about it. That truck was also my only means of getting food at home so I have been eating scraps since yesterday... and take out which waists what little money I have... and it doesn't help that Borders is officially closing it's doors and everything is 40% off. ... okay, so your life is in upheaval too.What's so bad about your job dude? I wouldn't advise quitting either. In this economy, you're lucky if you have a job, and you seem to have forgotten how long it took you to get this job. I know it sucks, the company I work for (which shall remain un-named, they have a tendency to fire people who post bad things about them online), that company is a freaking circus, I seriously dislike working for them, but it's a job in an economy that lacks them. Besides, how are you going to afford NDK without a job dude?As for the Truck, I don't understand how not having it means you can't get food at home. Are your parents only feeding you conditionally? My guess is that a tow truck probably picked it up. Talk with management to see if they called a towtruck to remove it from the parking lot. You probably will need to pay a fee to get it back, which means, unfortunately, that you need to keep your job.As for Borders closing and putting everything at 40% off, I feel your pain. I'm not allowed to spend any extra money, even though I could buy some things. Not to mention, it is A RETAIL CHAIN THAT SELLS BOOKS THAT IS CLOSING!!! that is just so wrong. This world lacks justice, where a book company can go out of business! alright down the list:training ended and almost all of it was uselessonce I was out on the floor everyone I spoke with told me they hated this job, and those I trained with agreed after a few dayseveryone who was working was trying to get out of that jobuntil last Wednesday I didn't feel like I got any helpful advice and that person told me that my team lead wasn't going to be helpful for mepeople who call in mostly dislike me once I'm done speakingI am getting little to no human interaction even with this jobmy parents went on vacation leaving me alone with my catmy only mode of transportation was that damn truck which died after two daysI haven't been able to purchase more food for the house cause the truck was not workingmy parent's know I don't like driving that truck and this only proved me right cause the truck was a fire hazardI was planing to call up a friend and try to get the truck running or towed back to the house on Thursday (my weekend) but when I left on Wednesday it was gone.I have yet to be called about what happened with the truckmy access card to the building is the one that had to slide instead of the one that I can just show to the machine and it opens the doorI didn't get a car pool up and running till the day after my truck diedthe carpool could only take me too work on weekends which meant that I had to wait in the sun for a bus for an hour on Saturday and had to call in sick on Sunday because I didn't know if the bus was even runningI was going to get a car loan for my new car but I found out my not having a job and not paying off my college loans gave me seven years of bad credit and there's nothing I can do about itI have no one to vent to because my closest friends are at least 30 minutes to a couple of hours drive awaymy other group of friends is falling apart and you guys are too busyAlyssa hates me and I had to find this out through her sister who may also hate me now because of what I did to AlyssaOnly 4 people showed up to my damn 4th of July party, Bret who I haven't spoken with in months because he was recluse, Rachel Alyssa's little sister, and my closest friend from high schoolnone of those people showed up till after 3PM so I literally was alone for most of the day trying to pretend I wasn't feeling lonelyI wake up so dehydrated that I dry heave till I get water but my parents don't want me to purchase an AC for my room cause they think I'll be moving out soonsince I got this job my stomach has had pain in the mornings before work which I believe to be an anxiety attackmy cell is almost out of minutes which means I have to spend more moneyI have saved 400 bux so far for NDK which is only about half but would also include the price of the roomI could give a rat's ass about the god damn economy because killing your soul for a company you hate isn't worth itanything I do that would 'hurt' the company would hurt me first and them neverthey tell us they care and are willing to work with us but that's just to get you to sign away your lifeThis is the first job where I have never wanted more than to just leaveI had to purchase two pizzas and some Chinese food this week meaning I lost more moneyif I quit today they lower my cash to minimum wage for the last week (we are always one pay week ahead), and since I took Sunday off due to my anxiety and the bus I would only get 3 days of full pay this week, so they punish me for leaving... I'm sure there is more but that's the jist of it... you want more give me time to think... man guess I finally started getting a run of good luck both in the rp here and in RL. I finally called Frontier again today and was able to switch my flights to tennessee from knoxville to nashville, and it was even free of charge since they hadn't charged me for the booking yet.oh and just a quick side note, remember fate helps those who help themselves, if you're not willing to make the best out of a bad situation, you'll never get where you wanna go. ouch dude. I'll send you a reply via PM. omg I am so glad that I missed with that attack, if it had hit it would have overloaded the guys already unstable circuits due to the Vessel of Anima's added effect on Sarge's weapons, which could have been disastrous. it would have been disastrous indeed. we're just about done with Chapter one. Each of you are going to get a chance to get repairs, upgrades, and some character development in the near future. The time frame for the intermission will be 3 days (in game), so I'd like you guys to think of what you'd like your character to do for 3 days and what kind of upgrades you want to get, because you'll be receiving another 400 mech points and 10 character points to make the upgrades. You'll get a chance for a few posts for each of the three days. I'll explain in game the situation when we get to that point. I already know what my mech is getting... me too sarge already has everything he just needs lots of fine tuning I need Active Camouflage, and to get my Mech's main weapons up and running... but before any of that I need a hidden location for Helios to park the Demon's Cascade for three days away from military surveillance. Cmpuncle, you can use those 400 points to "tune" the performance.don't worry about hiding it away. As I said before, the station considers you a hero because you declared they were under your protection, so the forgotten will gladly grant you asylum and help with the upgrades. I'll state that IC either later tonight or tomorrow morning, most likely in the morning. Getting ready for work at the moment. sweet, never thought about that >and no rumplestiltskin he is NOT for sale..... damn... looks like I'll have to wait till prom to make my favorite sandwich... *sighs* "Fine, I'll go over and try to wake him up. However, if I die, I'd like you to write on my grave that I died doing what I loved. Eating babies."-Rinna Cooper ....you guys are terrible.....Oh I'll try to work out my next post tonight after work.....yeesh my ass still hurts from that fall holy crap, it's been nearly a week since I last posted!!! yeah i kinda noticed thatTanr and Sarge are in position for day 1. just so you know Adam... I officially pre-ordered Star Wars: The Old Republic... turns out depending on the date you pre-order, you get early access to the game. great. if he gets that game, then there's no way he'll be online doing anything else. On the positive side, we'll get to hear all sorts of tales about how Han Many goes around wielding four custom lightsabers... seriously Saiko, I've heard enough of those tales. And Han Many? Seriously? lol, it's the only game that is expected to at least contend with WoW I'm pretty much spending today getting everything installed on my new laptop, although I'll probably post shortly oh and I will be sending you an email with a gift soon saiko. ready to move to day one. question, how many mech points would it cost for getting my two weapons operation, and for active camo? Your wrist mounted cannons are quite expensive. I've decided to give you a slight discount. Each arm is worth 432. (for both cannons on that arm). A single cannon on an arm is worth 252. It's cheaper in the long run to bundle them together, but you can afford to get one at this point if you go for the single rate.Active camo, as in Invisibility, according to the book is 200 points.Your emp cannon is worth: 6 * 21 = 126 points. This weapon is much cheaper because you added restrictions to it.If you got the EMP cannon and Active camo, that'd leave you with 78 unused mech points. crap... cause the wrist cannons are what I wanted to get first, simply because it gives me short and long range, but that means I could only buy that one item...I'll leave it up to fateevens is the wrist cannonodds is the inviz and EMP cannonRoll Result: DigitLninja rolled: 1d10Comment: mech buildingResult: 9,Total: 9I have 74 point left I'll get to tune ups after work tonight, and I finally got rid of my stalker chipmunk, hopefully!! It's working so far. I'll get to them soon. hehehe, I know what you're thinking Saiko...;Dand the answer is yes. "You're hot, I'm horny, let's do this."Darn. My laser guided missles cost too much. 168 freakin points.... nyan-tastic!!! I need to get caught up on my various rp's... I just came up with a great idea:Joker Class well, this isn't exactly the Fate OOC, but since I never created that thread, we can use this one for that as well.As it turns out, one of the summoned servants is a class that I made up. The Known Classes are Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, Assassin, Avenger, and Saver. Defender is a theoretical class that never got added. Along with the one I've created, which I've dubbed Evoker for the time being, and Joker, there are 9 official classes and 12 unofficial.Actually, come to think of it, there was one other class I've seen. It was a secret boss in fate extra taken from Kara no kyoukai, known as Monster. wow.....so much for me testing Old Republic, the download was almost finished when I went to bed last night, woke up this morning and it said something had gone wrong and it had to start all over...... that's unfortunate. Please tell me the three of you didn't get Skyrim too... Most of my online friends have gone offline for it... I got it but I'm using my laptop as a means of pulling me away from it for several hours at a time, since I have the charger up in my room. Plus I'm still staying online nonetheless. Btw I had a dream a few nights ago that I finally met you undercover, and you were dressed.....kinda like Mila Jovovitch in Resident Evil:.....damn can't remember the name of the one between Apocalypse and Afterlife, came in on a bike and everything. wow. So it actually worked? I've been trying to visit people in their dreams, and I'm surprised to hear that it might have actually worked! I'll keep trying, let me know if you see me again! I just looked up that movie by the way, it's Resident Evil: Extinction. Her outfit isn't all that far off from what I usually wear, though I'm not quite THAT hot. usually I wear a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim vest over top. With a little bit of creative imagination, they look kinda similar, I guess. I came in on a bike huh? Was it a cool bike?(by the way, I plan on getting Skyrim too as soon as I can.) Everyone I talk to at work tells me they are playing Skyrim.I tell them I'm waiting till tomorrow for Assassins Creed then I'll be happy too. wait.....you've been "trying" to visit in their dreams.......how the hell, and holy crap......lol well, they have all sorts of material out on how to do lucid dreaming, and even some research on joint dreams (sharing a dream with someone). I just tried to combine the two and join someone else in their dream. I didn't expect it to work, it was just something to try for the heck of it. yeah Saiko tried giving me some advice on lucid dreaming at one point....never could get it to work, the closest I came to it was I had a dream about Saiko(almost used his real name but caught myself) coming over on some day, but then at one point I realized in my dream, "wait he's not coming over till 'such and such' day", but of course at that point I woke up.... I vaguely remember doing that at one point. Keep in mind, I wasn't an expert on Lucid dreaming then nor am I one now.anyway, rather than continually posting new OOC threads and yunk, I'm probably just going to use this OOC thread for all the rp's we do. It also means I don't have to look for old OOC threads none of us have posted in for a while. Anyway, some of you have already heard, but I'm thinking of changing the Multiverse game a bit. I started it with a "let's go with the flow" mentality, and had a loose storyline planned, but the way I've set it up, I just get the distinct feeling it's going to fade away like so many of the other RP's we've joined. What I propose (I've been using that phrase a lot lately...) is that we either restart it, or change the direction. I'm more in favor of restarting it altogether and making the changes at the moment, though we could theoretically just change directions, but it'd be....patchy at best.Essentially I wanted to make it so that the characters would become mercenaries and take on tasks for money, but something about it seems off. I think that if I added a slightly more stable background, the story would be able to survive, but the whole "this universe is stealing people from other universes" thing, that's what's bothering me. Regardless of what we do, I still plan on using my villains, and we can use our current characters or build new ones, whichever we'd prefer. Anyway....Here's the idea I had: If you were to mix Final Fantasy 8, Soul Eater, and X-Men, you'd get an academy where individuals with unique powers would gather together to learn how to blend into society, as well as learn how to utilize their powers for good. Every once in a while, a team of students would be selected to carry out missions for the academy, such as eliminating problematic monsters that are attacking a small farming village, or investigating mysterious disappearances. So yeah. The RP idea is that you're an incoming student at this academy in a world where monsters roam around, attacking people. At this academy, you'll be taught how to utilize your powers to protect and aid others, while also learning important lessons about life, like any cliche school scenario. Do well on your missions and score well on tests, you and your team will move up in rank and receive tougher missions and assignments.Your powers can be something you create, or they can be borrowed from another universe. For instance, you can be a soul reaper who has no connection to the Bleach world. In other words, I want to toss out the notion of other worlds or universes and just say, "my character has this power because it's something innate to them, not because they're FROM somewhere." So you could have Naruto powers or what not, but not be from the Naruto universe. To clarify, don't worry about where the power is from, just accept that your character has it. I have a magical sword that does stuff when I call out its name and declare a command, or I developed a super secret technique that turns my own energy into a whirlwind that I can fit in my palm. I like the idea you've come up with, and it'd give me a chance to re-do my character. I feel kinda guilty, I feel I might have built my character unfairly towards some of the other players. Would you rather take your character back? I could. awesome. How about you guys? wait, did I just reply to myself.... nyum nyum nyum, whatever you think works. I want to make a new character from scratch but I'll be willing to play ^^ sorry. sorry for what nyeow? I felt my character kinda copied his a bit. wow, I just applied for 5 jobs in under a minute, sometimes general sob search sites can be very helpful. cool. where'd you apply dude? by the way guys. If you wish to, you may attempt to help a comrade out in the multiverse game. In my case, I was facing a rough 19 attack which I took the brunt of. If you wish to help another character out, PM me with a defense roll and you can add your defensive total to the assisted characters. For instance, I attempted to intercept an attack meant for Faeli, but since I failed my dice roll, I took the hit instead. Had I succeeded, neither of us would take damage. Instead I took it. If your roll is enough to change the result of the attack, I'll post that it changed here in the OOC, and change my post.This will start after my next post. Through the efforts of teamwork, the past hath changed. yay! ^^ so you allowed it after all. Thanks. welcome.Sorry for my lack of posts lately, I've been busy hunting for a job, working at the one I've got, getting some much-needed exercise, reading new webcomics, dealing with a case of new-game-itis, and dealing with my brothers suicide attempt. I'll try to get back to a regular posting schedule, I promise. Fate will have to wait till tomorrow though. my latest Multiverse post may change slightly, wanted to double check some stuff with Saiko but didn't want to sit there on the reply screen until he got off work, although I kinda like the result I got for the first attack since it kinda establishes how much more experience he has then the students, lol too bad it wasn't a crit. Cmpuncle, your chidori blade gave me an idea for a combo attack involving all of our characters. Essentially, I was thinking that Faeli could use her pyrokinesis on my character while Grimoire uses his Lightning Dragon Tornado on her simultaneously. Saeko then uses her ability to manipulate energy and forms two dragons, one of flame and one of electricity. Then Vic does something with the two dragons, perhaps infusing each one into one of his weapons and attacking with the savage force of two elemental dragons? Two key blades spinning around the two blades as I charge forward and the dragons surround the blades and twist and spin around the swords and causes damage weather or not it hits... that works too. sounds good to me. Through teamwork, the past hath changed.Combined roll: 34.by the way, it'd help me out if in the future, during combo rolls, if everyone would tell me what they'd like their character to do. To speed up the process, I'm just going to turn this combo into a one-time cinematic. got it. You knew what I had planned all along. does anyone have the link to the Fat character thread? I can only beat this attack with multipliers... ( in mind, you're fighting another master, so a crit isn't an end-all attack. It'll still hurt like hell, but at full health, you should be able to survive a direct hit. The only reason Riley survived her crit fail was that it wasn't an attack focused solely on her, it was sent to everyone on the battlefield, reducing it's overall effectiveness versus single targets. PICKLED PIGS FEET!!!! digitLninja, could you please roll 3d20 for your energy in the multiverse game. Special attacks like Thundara do cost a small amount of energy. rolled for MP have 39 points thanks. np I just realized, I have a couple of slight continuity errors. Izzy claimed that two servants went down about an hour ago, but for everything to work out properly, she would only know about one of those servants. Because she knew about Assassins death, she is the grail for group one, which further complicates things because Ninja's Caster and Undercovers Lancer are part of that group. Undercovers Lancer had to be summoned after Saber and Berserker, because a servant is summoned into the class that best suits them. Riley's Lancer should be a Saber or a Berserker. However, her Lancer was summoned before group twos Saber(mine) and Berserker(Cmpuncles) chronologically. That's why I can't switch the groups. Ninja's Caster also has to be summoned in group 2, but he's currently in group one. Fortunately, I can switch that around. Actually, putting him in group 2 makes more sense now that I think of it because my character and his servant. as well, because of stuff. The only way I can really fix this slight error is that Izzy had to take in both Archer and Zero Lancer due to proximity, which means she now has one of group 2's servants inside of her. Not how I intended it, but it works. you said a lot of things... they may mean something... He's speaking.....words.....of some kind. ....no hablo espanol. .....Anyway, I've neglected to give out servant stats lately, opting for a more "you sense _____" approach, but I'll post up some servant stats tomorrow. I've been busy trying to get some programs onto a disk that I can send out, but the files I needed have become corrupt, or were too buggy to start with... so I'm going to be figuring that out. Otherwise, I've been addicted to Disgaea 4. This title is much tougher than its previous incarnations, and I'm making it tougher still. However, I feel much more rewarded for my hard work. I'm kinda surprised with it actually. Tim is of course as epic as ever, but the rest of my team is right up there with her strength wise. It also helps that I'm fleshing her out in one of the rp's we're doing as well. I feel she's grown into her own character by now, though her development has been rather delayed because it hasn't been revealed in-character yet. I am addicted to The Old Republic...I just hope it get's here soon before they strip me of my early access. Why must they produce an MMO based off of Knights of the Old Republic. I'm conflicted between my love of that series and my utter dislike of MMO's. I'm sure that particular game would consume my soul. I love it so far... it's actually going to give WoW a run for it's money... and they keep it close to a story line... I've already seen Jedi Master Bastilla though she's long dead since it's 300 years after the events in the first games.I am currently on the planet that was bombed from space and having rebuilding issues. I haven't played anything in a while. this I know as I have seen your "last on" continue to grow larger and larger lol I am not going to post in Multiverse till we know if Maya is mind controlled. She's your little puppet undercover....she didn't roll nearly as well as you did. Congrats everyone, the battle is over. I'll make an IC post sometime soon. for now, snow shoveling to be done. yay!... did we beat Team 'Lame Ass' in the record time? "Team Lame Ass" chose to go up against Ms. McRemitz' hologram, which would have been a completely different challenge. Their challenge was to land a single hit against her. Her defensive bonuses require an equation to figure out, and it is statistically impossible for an individual to hit her in a one-on-one battle. They beat her really quickly. However, you defeated Squad 17 in record time. They are a legendary squad at the school and due to Grimoires interference, the fight went much smoother than it could have. Remember their combo attack? If Todd wasn't preoccupied with Grimoire, he, Shady, and Alfred would be doing their team attack versus everyone, with team attack damages. If that were the case, the fight would have been much tougher for everyone, but you were able to take out his partners while Grimoire kept him busy. Your teamwork also was impressive, indicating you probably would have beaten Ms. McRemitz rather quickly as well, had you chosen to face her.lAnyway, it took seven turns to defeat Squad 17, which means you qualify for the Rank 2 bonus I had planned. You were a couple turns shy of earing the Rank 3 bonus. The bonus is as follows:Everyone: You gain a level and plus an additional 8 character points to spend with it. You also get a free "combination attack" attribute at Rank 2.Roll a d10 for MP and HP increases.Cmpuncle: Grimoire now has the "extra attacks" attribute with the defect "Dependent: Super Speed". This reduces the cost of the attribute by 3, because you have to be going at super speed to use it. against most foes, the attack is rolled with a +2 bonus, though I may reduce that for faster enemies. You also get the "Judge Opponent" feat if you didn't already have it. Your hp also increases by 10.Undercover: Faeli now has an additional +2 bonus to any attempt to throw an enemy at another enemy. This is because of having to deal with an opponent that would resist being thrown, you have gotten more skilled at it.Ninja: You now have a permanent additional +1 defensive bonus vs. Swords, Fire, Explosions, and guns, Furthermore, you now have a +2 bonus to defend an ally in trouble. You may add one movement-type keyblade ability (like air glide or dodge roll).Myself: Saeko now has more energy to call upon (+15), and her alternate form attribute raises one rank. Her HP also increases by 10please write "bonuses" under your attribute section of your character sheet and list these under "notes". This will help me keep track of everything.congrats guys.Also, statwise, I haven't given Servant Stats in Fate. Some of them who've died, I won't bother to mention. If I have changed a stat, let me know. Some of them are about to be introduced. Their master is listed in parens.Male Berserker: (Unknown master)Str: BEnd: EXAgl: DMag: ELuck: ENP: AFemale? Caster:(Triplet 2)str:?End:?Agl:?Mag:?Luck:?Noble:?Male Saber: (Defender)Str: BEnd: BAgl: A+Magic: CLuck: CNoble: CMale Archer: (Sophies)Str: CEnd: B-Agl: CMag: BLuck: B+Noble: ?Female Berserker:(Zane)Str: A++ - EXEnd: A++ - EXAgl: AMagic Resist: ELuck: ENoble Phantasm: C-EXUnknown: (Triplet 3)Str: CEnd: ???Agl: CMagic: ???Luck: EXNoble Phantasm: ??????Female Rider: (Lancer?)Str: BEnd: DAgl: AMag: BNP: A+Luck: EDefender: (Caster)Str: CEnd: BAgl: AMag: B+NP: ???Luck: CFalse Saber: (Salem)Str:AEnd: AAgl: CMag: BNP: EXLuck: D holy shat on a stick.....oh btw may post about 5-ish after finishing my Linux intro or when we get back from mom's b-day party, i.e. my second time at a club updated I'm updated....nyeh I updated a while ago but posted that in the Character thread to move it up on our bookmarks, cause I'm a good widdle boy. ^_^ I think Undercover gets back today, so hopefully we'll be ready to move on. especially once you get your mysteriously disappeared post back up Hey everyone. I'm back! Hope you all had a wonderful batch of holidays, and here's to a whole new year! Woot!(And Saiko, take care of yourself. You nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard you were in the hospital!) yeah ,get better soon dude. Thanks. I'm actually doing pretty well now. Nausea still kicks in every once in a while, and I had this weird disorientation thing that hit me this morning, but other than that I'm fine. Cmpuncle seems to be hit the hardest right now, so here's hoping you get better soon dude. It seems to have stabilized now after 4 sessions. Turns out the 7Up I was sipping seemed to be triggering sessions, so I took a shower to steam some hydration back into my body, and started swishing water around my mouth to keep it hydrated, then decided to try sipping the water every once in a while and that seems to not be triggering any sessions, so hopefully I can kick this pig with a good nights sleep. Of course Seven Up would do that! Carbonated beverages wreak havoc on upset stomachs! one of the few exceptions is gingerale, because of the ginger in it. Still, I'm glad to see you're alright. Ugh, I swear you guys. Now you've both gotten my maternal instincts all riled up. actually Sprite can be great for stomach problems, tends to safely distribute the gas without inducing vomiting or the opposite of that.I have had great success with it when I had issues with stuff coming out of both ends...however if the issue is dehydration than yeah I would stick with water and juice. yeah normally Sprite or 7Up doesn't do that to me, so I think it was just something related to this particular bout. Anyway I feel pretty much back to normal this morning, I'm not eating anything subsatantial though just to be safe, just some bread, maybe a banana. heh. You and your maternal instincts Undercover. It's strange. I've always found Sprite to be soothing for an upset stomach, but my doctors were quite surprised when I told them that. I'm in the same boat dude, I'm not eating much, and when I do eat, it's just small things so apparently, Rachel was kicked out of her parents house... eesh.... huh? what happened? I don't know... what ever it was it was the result of years of pent up stress between them, and not our fault. I hope she'll be okay. Does she have someone she can stay with? Last DigitL told me she was staying at her grandma's. On the upside my stomach is back to normal, but now it turns out I've either got some sort of virus that's causing my heart to behave abnormally, and thus prevent me from sleeping very well, or it may be an issue with my thyroid, possibly even some sort of Anxiety thing inherited from my mom, but we won't know if it;s one of the last two till the test results come back. Sheesh dude. FIrst off, I'm glad it wasn't our fault, secondly, dude, I hope it's nothing serious. she said that if she didn't have to worry about school she would have asked to stay with one of us. as much as I'd like to help her out, I can't. If I had my own place maybe, but I don't. yeah well considering you're getting so bloody far with Microsoft that may not be an issue for you much longer ...I know, it's not really fair to you that they're taking such an interest in me, when you've been trying so hard for so long, but hang in there, something will surely come your way. well I had someone from my graduating high school class tell me there was a position open where he works, so he's got my resume now and should be getting it to his boss, plus I'm almost finished learning the Windows Command Line stuff I need to know for the VM Ware job in Broomfield, so those are currently two very likely possibilities. well good luck with that then dude. ugh bloody hell, midnight last night my stomach started pulsing, didn't throw up thankfully, but I feel like crap again. strange, my dad was the same way last night. hope you feel better. my head seems to dislike me still... may have to see a doctor tomorrow. sheesh, is nobody I know feeling good? Dad was feeling sick, Cmpuncle was feeling bad, you're not feeling good digitLninja (hope you feel better,) Mac had a blood clot scare, my lower back was bothering me all day,Undercover has been feeling drained, etc... Here's hoping we all feel great really soon. I am on the rise to 'healthy' but I may have to call in sick today and get some rest to finish the job. well I'm feeling better this morning so far, we'll see if it holds, I'm also going to call the doctor today to see if the test results have come back Roll Result: cmpuncle rolled: 1d20Comment: mystery rollResult: 5,Total: 5 glad to hear it guys. Okay, so I've posted the first servant theme.BerserkersTheme.wmv (#)Roll Result: Saiko rolled: 1d20, adding -3to the totalComment: sneak attackyResult: 17,Total: 14sorry dude. Anyway I gotta get going guys, I'll try to post tonight when I get home, but no promises. cool. Thanks. you're welcome. Hey everyone, I apologize for not being online more often lately. it's alright, I apologize for being slightly depressed and constantly on SWtOR S'alright, I spent all day helping move Mercedes into her new apartment......on the 3rd bloody floor. Although I could only help with one trip because I almost fainted after unloading while going to the bathroom. Then I went to the grocery store with my mom, and then we went to a bar for dinner, and then over to Kelly's to watch my baby nephew for them. Sheesh. I keep hearing about that kind of thing happening to people around me. hope you're feeling better dude.By the way, kinda reminds me of helping you get stuff into YOUR apartment on the third floor.Sorry to hear you've been feeling depressed dude. I can't fault ya for playing a game I greatly desire, especially since Duodecim and Disgaea 4 have been stealing me away.No worries Liner, I haven't been online much either. ( NICE. I've been meaning to ask you a few things to see if you're okay with the ideas, but that'll have to wait ninja. Anyway, due to the proximity of my next interview with Microsoft, I'm under a lot of pressure from family members, (my dad and brother to be exact) to devote all my time to studying. This means I'll have a somewhat decreased presence online for the next 6 days or so. I'll try to post at night when I get home and everyone's in bed, but no guarantees. thanks for letting us know, and ask away. and I continue to fail, only got one question of my interview right, ugh this is getting utterly ridiculous.... aw. I feel your pain Cmpuncle, I haven't been really successful in a lot of things lately. But we'll get out of these slumps, I believe in us! yeah I know I'm just getting really tired of all the crap going on in the job market.... uhh was the "-------" intentional in Fate or did something go wrong with the post? My Body As A Sheild is a Quick Play Magic card not a trap. oops. I'll fix the card type. I didn't realize it was a quickplay. the ------- was intentional, I think. let me check. ^_^ who do I have a bad feeling bout all this? ( Epic! and finally unlocked Shining Darkness on 2011 cool. So hey, you think that artist would be willing to do Fallenangewomon for me? They are amazing! 10 bux for a full color commissionhe uses paypal Well looks like I might finally be in a favorable position job search-wise. Just came back from Boulder talking with a staffing company that wants to place me at IBM in Boulder. I told them that the staffing company here in denver wants to place me at a company here in Aurora, and that I would prefer the one here in Aurora because of the smaller distance. So I told him I'd email Insight, the denver company and if they didn't get me any closer to the one here in Aurora after a week they'll go ahead and push for me at IBM. So when I got back I put pressure on the company in Denver by telling them about the one in Boulder and saying I'd prefer themm but that we'd need to get the ball rolling quickly. So now even if the one here falls through I should get the one in Boulder.and its already been decided, since Insight was too slow on the uptake the company they wanted to place me at already filled the position which means I gave the green light to Kelly to work on IBM. Sweet dude grats Shaman King Interest Check ( this this morning... and I still could really use those cards on that list... there's no guarantee I can get them at Stonebridge. Plus I work today and next Saterday which are the tournament days. As much as I'd enjoy a Shaman king Rp, im kinda too busy to take on another roleplay. as for cards, I have some, but theyre in decks. sorry guys, I know I said I'd post tonight, but my emotional state is utter crap right now. I'm doing ya a favor by waiting till tomorrow morning, believe me. no problem, dude. thanks. This day off has done wonders I know what you mean. Hi yall. im kinda back now...kinda awesome. So I'll basically be posting in one or two RP's at a time for now. Makes it a lot more manageable! yay I'll post in Fate tomorrow after training, freaking temporary writers block, and tiredness, lol At least it was only temporary Everyone, roll a d20. for the fate game. Roll Result: DigitLninja rolled: 1d20Comment: Fate GameResult: 6 8 is what I rolled I rolled 12. ME3 was out yesterday... I missed meals for it so I may not be on much... Me3? mass effect 3 Ah. schedule wise, is everything still good for the 30 and31 of march for besm? still won't have a regular schedule for another couple weeks.... I asked for the days off but I also have a week off next month, I'll double check today if I got the days off cause it shouldn't be a problem to have two days off at the end of a week... as two days off is typical every week and I requested hours every other day that week. Cool. Since we'll probably do it at your place Cmpuncle, its up to you whether or not you want to invite people to join us. With just the 3 and a half of us, it might be a small party. unless you can think of anyone else I know that I should invite, it probably won't be getting any higher on numbers. Or of course you pull off a surprise of some sort. there's always Alyssa ad Rachel... though at this point I don't think ether of them would be coming...I officially have the days off. Maybe Ellie and Ed? Though it'd be quite a haul for them. Perhaps they could meet me at my place and id carpool yhem dowj. However with her art show coming up, Ellie might be busy. Adam you should contact Alyssa to see if she want's to join us... I will inform Rachel today...in other news at work last night there where two girls dressed as Miku and the blond haired Vocaloid checking out, I told them they looked awesome. wait till you hear about the lady saiko had come in today....lol Cool. There are a couple of blonde vocaloids but Neru is not as popular as Rin so my guess is that it was her. As for my interesting customer, she was wearing her pants incredibly low, to the point you could tell she wasnt wearing undies... seriously, while I enjoy seeing them, why do i get all the under dressed female customers? Girls in bikinis older women in nothing but their underwear, this lady... Sheesh, just talking about it makes me miss Undercover..take that comment as you will... ... well, could still be worse... they could be men... alright got my desk and computer finally Oh, the men are worse... I'm sure a few off them were mentally insane... lol ^^ Hey Saiko, I saw this gorgeous girl the other day. She was the kind of girl we'd both find absolutely hot! I'm thinking I'll try out her style, see how you like it! Haven't seen any good looking guys though. Probably for the best. When am I gonna see you again, I miss you too! oh dear goodness you can borrow my miniskirt if you like. I don't even wanna know WHY you have a miniskirt, lol I had to toss mine out...a family member found some of undercovers clothes and freaked out...sorry undercover. In regards to that girl, if we both would find her attractive she must have looked a hell of a lot like you. Anyway anything looks good on you, so you dont have to go copy another woman's style. id rather just see you in person, it hasbeen far too long. thank goodness finally got my regular schedule which goes into effect next week, 9 am to 5:30 pm. No more almost falling asleep on the way to work for me, not to mention I don't have to be in bed by like 8:45. Awesome. So final word on our game later this week. I'll be coming down on friday evening after work. That means ill probably be down there Round 6 or 6:30. Ill then proceed to finish repairs on Brionac while tKing care of setting everybody up. Apparently the sister of a friend needs a ride. Where is she?. first off... I'm pissed at you both for not informing me of the fact that you planed to work Friday and have Saturday and Sunday off, I have work Sunday and it's looking less and less likely like that is going to change... so thanks for the heads up...Rachel will only be able to come if Bret is with us... apparently he (with a DWUI and unable to drive) is safer than the three of us. again you never asked, EITHER of us, yes we didn't mention it, but I figured you might figure that out, since you know that I'm still just starting at my job. Never assume, ASK us next time, please. Dude. I requested Friday and Saturday. I only got Saturday. i announced that fact as soon as i could. If thats going to be your attitude, perhaps I should just call it off entirely... so you only have Saturday off... so we aren't planing to play on Sunday then... They may or may not give me Sunday off. I wont know till FridaQuoteQuotey. because I want to spend as much time with you two as I can, and if I know all the hours available then I can plan accordingly... remember that in two weeks I'm going to be gone for an entire week without work... I'll be losing a lot of money for that and had I known before about Sunday then I won't be losing more money now...However... I truly believe that this game will be worth it, even if we don't get very far.Adam I want to discuss my character with you so if you get the chance please jump onto AIM Sorry, my phone is not the best for posting on this site. I'll try to get on aim when I get home. Still a couple of computers to work on here. By theway i told Cmpuncle and lady bug to use 350 to build their characters. Because yours was originally built with 350 and because of time constraints. alright... who is lady bug? take a wild guess, not too hard to figure out ;-) It's gonna be hard for me to be on online over the next few days. Ninja, if you wish to discuss your character with me, it'll either have to be via pm or in person on Friday during setup... speaking of which, I really should come up with a character tonight.... Me too. Alright guys. I'd like you to choose one from this list:Life, Doom, Blood, Time, Breath, Rage, Hope, Heart, Mind, Light, and Void.And one from thist list.Prince, Bard, Knight, Witch, Maid, Rogue, Thief, Page, Heir, Seer. alright I pick Void and Heir, now you name yours lol Thief and Heart if you must know. Rogue and Space. Ooh, Space rogue! >:) Hope and Knight Most interesting indeed. I half expected you to pick knight and time. glad you didnt. This is gonna be interesting to say the least. I was actually going to choose Heart and Knight... but Heart was taken so I went with Hope If you want, its yours. I'm sticking with Hope Knight... which will be the name of my fourth child... I meant knight and Heart. By the way, thank you for your character concept. it allows me to bullshit a few things and blame it on your ability...which makes everything run smoothly. yeah I part of me was hoping for that to happen... the other part just wanted an awesome power that isn't used much I'm thinking of using this for a boss battle. :D hahahahahahahahahahawww.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV6lx9crAs&feature=related (#) so my guy is going to be another half-dragon, haven't named him yet or done anything with him except for physical description. for Body, Mind, Soul do we have a ceiling for how high the stat should be? I consider 4 to be typical"real life" human, so 6 or 7 would be besm character average. 12 is the highest. So its 1 point up to seven. 8 is 10 points, 9 is 20, 10 is 40, and so forth. hey, thanks for the tip about the new Tales game, ninja. I might check it out once I've beaten Symphonia (which I have not been playing). no prob... I might check it out once I get back from Mexico next week. Enjoy your trip dude. I will, I leave on Friday... still have to go buy mace...I'm tempted to buy my PS3 right now... but they are still going for 300 bux right? 209 for 40 GB, 229 for 60GB, 250 for 160 GB, oh those are pre-owned....., 250 for 160GB new, 300 for 320GB if you get a bundle. Don't drink the water. And Mace huh? Isnt that illegal? mace? no if it were illegal than it wouldn't be the preferred method of defense for female units.it's about 250 for the one I want but I wont be getting it till I get back from Mexico.it's a resort where all food and drink is payed for... water will be bottled... in some countries it is. Sweden being one if I'm not mistaken. Still, I prefer my hands and feet, or maybe a sword. Can't be unarmed unless they literally lop them off... umm isn't Mace restricted on planes? I have little physical training, this gives me a weapon that can extend up to 3 feet and is easy to use.I plan to put it in my luggage... not my carry on... Also, I just realized that technically, if you wield no weapon, you ARE unarmed. The point I was making is that if your body is your weapon, then you can't be disarmed unless they literally lop off your arms....here's some basics. Hands, feet, knees, and elbows. Make them make contact with opponent HARD in places that aren't. anyway, I totally intended to post in all the roleplays. sorry guys. considering if any of my family has an attempted kidnapping they will have guns and we would be using hands and feet if not for my buying mace...this is a better idea than trying to punch a man with a gun in the face or balls... I know. I applaud your foresight in defending yourself. I'm just voicing my personal preference of weaponry. Feedback on our live game please. Is like to know what everyone thought and any suggestions for improvement. more people and more time... More people would have been nice. Then maybe we would have hadmore participation. Timewise, there was little we could do about that with our jobs. I would have liked to have been there to actually control my character. i want to meet your friends, and actually hang out I'm sure we'll get that chance someday. ;-) Hey everyone. I've been staring at the screen trying to think of what to write and im just not feelin it today. Hopefully this writers block will be gone tomorrow.

Mech Wars OOC (Saikotsu, cmpuncle, DigitLninja, UnderCov3rL0ver)

The Contract RP

@The Dreamerx@ChaosPixie { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } Name: klausDate of Birth (Age): unknown (immortal but looks 28 Years Old)Sex: MalePlace of Birth: unknownHeight: 5 foot, 11 inchesWeight: 170 lbsBody Type: lean, averageHair (Color and Style): short, brownEye Color: brownFacial Hair: Slight beardPiercings: noneTattoos: noneLimits for RP: NoneKinks for RP: aphrodisiac usage, non-consensual, begging, biting, breast/nipple play, dirty talking, hair pulling, discipline, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, pleasure control, roughness, teasing, sense deprivation, clothed sex, corruption, exhibitionism, bondage, BDSM, slutty attire, anal sex (giving), deflowering, multiple penetration, toy usage, humiliation (private and public), name usage (bad and good), destroying attire, adultery, abuse (physical and verbal), facials, coating body in cum, sexual exhaustion, oral sex (giving and receiving, excessive cum, exhibitionism (public sex), cum leakage, cream pie, forced nudity, videotaping, bigger busts, hypnotism, blackmail, bukkake, face fucking, gangbang, roughness, incest Name: Jocelyn ‘Joss’ Grace Date of Birth (Age): September 29 (24 years old) Sex: Female Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois Height: 5ft 3 Weight: 132lbs Body Type: Fit/Curvy Hair (Color and Style): Dark Auburn with long beach waves (hair reaches mid back) Eye Color: Green Bust Size: D34 Piercings: Small hoop in left nostril, three studs in each ear, belly button Tattoos: A lily on the inside of her right wrist, butterfly on the back of her neck Limits: Spitting (in mouth or on face), rape, being pimped out, anal play (giving), anything to do with scat Kinks: Bondage, sensory play, forced consent, biting, scratching, spanking, hair pulling, choking, praise, mild degradation, public, being watched, shared, oral, anal play (receiving), whipped, collared, dirty talk, being prey, facials, blindfolding, BDSM, being manhandled​ A gold-colored Chrysler 300 weaved its way through traffic under the morning sun. A family, minus a few members, were its occupants all sitting silently as the world moved around them. A young woman sat in the back seat, her dark red hair framing a pale and empty face as she watched people hurry to work or run errands. She envied them in a way that was absolutely ridiculous, but in that moment, it felt completely rational. She wished that her day was going to be ordinary, filled with the same old things that she always did. The lame household chores followed by a shift at a dead-end job while she attempted to figure out what it was that she wanted from her life. But as it was, she was off to be offered by her parents as payment for protection.It had started months ago with a random attack by a small-time vampire. As the days passed by the attacks grew in both viciousness and frequency, reaching a point where the only options they had been left with were either to move or ask for protection from the local werewolves. They couldn't afford to move, not again, so here they were driving through the city to attend a meeting with Klaus. Where she would be traded like property... the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. That be as it may, she had agreed as it would save her younger siblings who did nothing to deserve the life they had been living since this all began.Running her fingers through her hair, Jocelyn listened to her mother sigh. A smirk forming on her lips. She wasn't supposed to tousle her hair, or wrinkle the white dress that had been selected for her. Smoothing out the fabric that rested on her thighs, she fought the urge to tear it off. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the fact that her parents had spent the last of what savings they had for her entire outfit. The dress was extremely soft, it clung to her hugging each curve ending at her knees, her shoulders were bare as it had an off the shoulder neck line. Her red hair had been curled to hang down around her while the make-up she had been instructed to do was simple and innocent. The black heels she wore matched the lingerie that was under the dress, she had been surprised when she couldn't see it through the white fabric.'Everything has to be perfect. There is no knowing what will be the deciding factor for this, you must look desirable.' Her mother had said as she laid the outfit out on the bed at dawn. Oddly enough, Jocelyn had compared herself to a show horse much to her mother's mortification. The simple joke had been made to lighten the mood and instead she got a lecture about how important this was. How their life depended on the outcome of this meeting, that her family's safety was in her hands. It had been a great little speech up until the guilt trip began. At that point she had tuned everyone out and gotten dressed robotically.Still no matter how much they had prepared, gone over what should be said, nothing would have prepared Grace for the large Victorian mansion that came into view as they made their way up a lengthy driveway. The house alone was intimidating, she could only imagine the man that owned it. Having only rumors and stories to go off of, she didn't have a very good feeling about this. Sliding out of the car as her father opened the door, the small group of three made their way to the front door. Her mother grabbing her hand with a steel like grip, more than likely afraid she would try to run.A chime echoed through the house as her father rang the doorbell, a man with a bored expression opening it soon after. "We are the Grace family. I'm Colt, this is my wife Emily and our daughter Jocelyn," her father's words were rushed. The first sign of nerves she had seen since this had been decided weeks ago. "We are here to see Klaus." The butler nodded and slowly opened the door the rest of the way. He wore a simple black and whiteSuitwith a vest and even white gloves. He had leather dress shoes on as well and it was obvious that he worked for someone that took care of his people and had a lot of money and power.“Of course. Please, follow me to the studies.” He said, unable to resist looking the woman in the white dress up and down, all dolled up. It was obvious what was going on, why they were there of course. He had seen it all to many times, but usually master Klaus turned all offers down. However, he felt as if this one might be different.He began to lead them through the house and to the back where the study was, looking around and back at them every now and then to make sure they were following behind. They soon stopped at two solid oak double doors, gently knocking on the doors. The classical music was plying faintly, until it stopped completely once he knocked on the doors. “Master klaus, you have the grace family here for a meeting you two set up.” He said, hearing some wind whistling from the other side as klaus used his hybrid speed to zip around the large desk in the room and to the door. There was only a few moments of silence before he opened the door, a smile resting on his face.“Why hello there, it is a pleasure to meet you all. Colt, Emily and of course young Jocelyn. It is a pleasure to finally meet you all in person. Please, come on inside my studies so that we may talk business and not bore my butler.” He said as the butler smiled and walked off, leaving the family with master klaus.“Please sir, just yell for me when you wish for me to escort the family on outside.” He said, looking at them all with a smile as he was walking away from them as klaus was waving for them to come on inside. The mansion was extravagant, but modern. A life of luxury wasn't something Jocelyn was accustomed too. She lived a comfortable, but simple life out on the outskirts of the city where she could spend her day reading in a field or picking apples for a pie. If this was what she was going to be living like, if he happened to accept the offer, there was a lot she would have to get used to.Jocelyn followed her parents into the study, her green eyes looking everywhere but at Klaus. She was afraid that if she looked at him directly it would shatter her peace of mind. She had thus far been able to avoid any sort of break down and she wanted to keep it that way."Thank you for seeing us," her father began as he took a seat quickly. Her mother took the open seat next to him which left Jocelyn to sit sort of off to the side near a window. Smoothing her dress down the back of her legs as she sat to avoid wrinkles, she crossed her legs."We have been having a problem with vampire attacks. Nothing we do seems to slow them down," her father's voice shook ever so slightly. Her eyes flicked to Klaus thinking he could be intimidating her father in someway, only to be pleasantly surprised. "We can't necessarily pay for your help, but we have come to offer our daughter as payment." Klaus looked at the man as he was quick to offer his daughter up for payment for the protection, but he just slowly stood up and made his way to her, he smirked and winked at her, showing off one of his fangs. He slowly looked at her parents and then looked back at her again. He grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her to him slightly, having her spin a bit as well as he was looking right at her. If he was to even think about it, he would definitely have to see more of her, more of what it was exactly what she was offering him even in the first place. He looked over at her parents now.“Hush. I want to know just what you are offering me in the first place. Leave the room and allow me to have some one on one time with your daughter.” He said to her as he waited for her parents to leave and then flicked his wrist. That made his long, sharp claws to come out of finger tips, using one as he went to her, he put one claw to the front of the dress and just pushed his hand on down to slice her dress right in half in the front, her lingerie underneath now on full display for him.“Remove your dress now, well what’s left of it of course.” And there it was, the things that made this man intimidating. Claws, fangs, and lord only knew what else he had or could do. But in spite of these things she came to the realization that she wasn't afraid of him. Gaurded was a more accurate statement.Slipping the shreds of her dress off, Jocelyn steps away from the pile of fabric on the floor. It had been a good thing that he had sent her parents away, her mother would have broken down into tears watching the dress being destroyed. Something she would have hated to witness.Keeping her arms down at her sides, she looked to his face. He was awfully handsome and strong looking. Tall enough to protect, but short enough to not seem threatening in a normal stance. "Would you like me to spin again?" She asks softly unsure of what he wanted from her now as she stood before him in lingerie. he looked at her as she was standing there in nothing but her lingerie, slowly making his way on over to her. he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his claws already put away. he was shaking his head at her question, looking her up and down as he slowly moved even closer to her as he was walking around her in circles. he gently slapped her ass and even grabbed a hold of it, looking right at her with a smile still resting on his face. he could not lie, he wanted her and he wanted her badly. he was ready to do whatever it was that he needed to do to make sure she was his to claim.he slowly moved to his desk, pulling his phone off of it as he called his butler. "keep the family out for a minute and coem get miss jocelyn. i want her prepped for me as me and her family make and sign this contract. i want everything finalized so that we dont have any issues at all down the road." he said, as he waited a second to lead her to another door, one she did not enter from. the butler than began to lead her on into the bedroom that was to the right of the study, and shut the door behind them. "please strip all of your remaining clothes off for the master." Relief flooded through her first as he made the call. She was going to save her family, all of her siblings would be okay. The moment was quick however as she was soon hit with a wave of nerves which only intensified as she followed the butler into a seperate room. His request ringing in her ears.Toeing off her heels first, she placed them off to the side. Jocelyn wasn't exactly experienced in this area, but she figured she would just follow her instincts. Besides the contract would be signed before hand so it wasn't like this would break it. With trembling hands she removed first the corset and then the underwear that matched. Feeling awkward she perched herself on the edge of the bed. the study double doors could be heard as the butler left the room to retrieve her family, leading them right on back inside of the study for the contract creation. a few minutes had passed before there was another shut of the door, as the family was leaving after having created and signed the contract, having been told that she was being prepared for him in the other room and would be unable to be seen before they left. he slowly made his way to the bedroom door, walking on inside. the bedroom had a large queen bed with a brand new set of mattresses with a silk bed set with a night stand on each side. On the right wall held two windows. The wall that held the door they came in from the study to the right was a dresser with a forty inch TV on top. The left wall held two doors on the far end. one went on out to the rest of the house and the other went to the bathroom. The bathroom had shower immediately on the left side of the door, with a cabinet on the right with the sink. There was a toilet in between the cabinet and the Jacuzzi tub that could fit four people. Then beside the shower was an archway that led to the large walk in closet. Klaus entered the room, his presence alone demanding her undivided attention. Nervously she ran her fingers through her hair, causing her tresses to spill over her shoulders.Watching him closely, not sure what exactly to expect from this point, Jocelyn moved to a standing position regrettably removing herself from the silk sheets. She opened her mouth to speak, only to snap it shut as she couldn't find her voice. Taking a moment to gather herself, she tried again. "Did, um, did the contract go well?" He smiled as he nodded his head, making his way to her. “Yes my dear, the contract went as smooth as it could and I have accepted both the protection to be given and you as my payment. So, that means that you are now mine and mine alone. You do as I say, when I say. It does not matter where we are, who it is with or around. Is that fully understood my dear?” He asked her as he was quick to reach his hand on up to stroke her cheek, moving some of her hair behind her ear. He slowly grabbed her waist, pulling her right to him with a smile on his face. “kiss me my dear.” Jocelyn was shorter than Klaus, something that was blatantly obvious as he pulled her against him. She had known she would be his property, to do with what he wanted, but she didn't have to like it. Or him for that matter. Still she timidly palced her hands on him, not sure what was and wasn't okay, both of her palms flat against his chest for balance as she raised up onto her toes to press her lips to his.The movement pressed her against him more firmly which she hated to admit was a rather nice feeling. He felt strong, sturdy qualities that she often was drawn to. Her kiss was soft, timid as she kept her lips to his. Her posture becoming a bit more relaxed as the seconds ticked on by. Pulling away, she dropped back down relieveing her toes from the pressure she had put them under. He smiled during kiss, the sweet smell from her skin getting stronger and stronger. He even slowly began to pull her back to him as she was trying to step back and away from him. He pressed his lips right on back to her own as he placed his hands on her shoulders, sliding them down the front of her body and over her breasts, going right on down to her hips. Her body was feeling amazing, feeling like silk on his hands as it seemed to cause sparks to go off it felt like. He looked right at her as he gently grabbed her hips now and gently lifted her right on up off the floor with extreme ease.He carried her on over to his bed as the two was still kissing, klaus having his tongue slide on into her mouth and began to play and dance with her own tongue. He laid her down on the bed as he began to slide his hands on up and each hand cupping one of her breasts, as his index finger and thumb gently began to pinch and pull slightly on each of her nipples. He looked right at her as he slowly pulled away from her, removing his hands from her breasts slowly as he began to stroke her cheek yet again, moving hair yet again as well. “Are you ready my dear?” Klause had returned her kiss with certainty pulling her back up to him. Control coming to him easily as if he had always had it, which he probably had. It wasn't a surprising thought when she took into account his lifestyle and well what he was. His hands explored her freely, running over her in a way that seemed to leave a trail of fire behind. Lifting her as if she weighed nothing, her hands found purchase on his shoulders afraid that she was going to either be dropped or thrown, instead she felt the cool silk of the bed meeting her heated flesh as he hovered over her.His fingers expertly played with her breasts and nipples, pulling a soft gasp from her. It was soon after that he was gently touching her face and hair. "I guess so. I don't really think this is something I can get ready for." She admitted, her small hands tentatively running over his arms halfway wishing that the clothes he wore were gone so she could feel his skin.The way Jocelyn saw it was that this was happening semi-against her will, she had her reasons for accepting to do this just like she was sure he had his for accepting her as payment. If she didn't want to be absolutely miserable, she had to find some sort of enjoyment, had to become comfortable with the situation she was in and with the man that now owned her. Each thought she had unraveled another making her mind a mess of contradictions. Looking up at him she did her best to shove it all to the back of her mind to be dealt with later. When she wasn't naked and exposed. He smiled as he stroked her cheek and nodded his head at her. “Don’t worry, I will properly mark and claim you as mine, all while doing it so gently so I don’t hurt you.” He said to her as he slowly stood up and quickly grabbed the bottom of his shirt as he slid it up and tossed it aside, his perfectly sculpted, muscled chest on full display now. With being part werewolf, he was just slightly warmer than most mortals, definitely able to keep her warm on a cold day of course. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing both them and his boxers down and onto the ground as he stepped out of both them and his shoes and socks.Now, he stood fully nude in front of her, almost as if he had just read her mind. He then climbed back on top of her a she began to kiss her, slowly moving his kisses from her lips and on down her body. He went over her chin and neck, slowly going to each of her breasts as he just kept going. He was leaving a trail of kisses and even slight hickies as he sucked on a few of the spots. Slowly making his way down her body as he was hooking his arms under her legs to push her up the bed and eventually got his lips just below her stomach and right above her pussy. “Ready to have the best sex you will ever feel?” She nodded at him numbly while she watched him undress, her mind clouding with lust. Greedily she drunk in the sight of him naked standing at the foot of the bed. A sudden craving overcame her to have him touch her in ways that would make a prostitute blush. It was so unlike her to have such a sudden and undeniable need for the touch of a man that it momentarily shocked her but was quickly done away with as he climbed back on top her. Warmth radiated from him, covering her like a thick comforter intensifying her need for skin-on-skin interaction. And as if he had read her mind, his mouth slowly trailed down her leaving small kisses and hickeys as he went.Soft mewling sounds fell from her lips as he went. Having a hard time containing herself as it was, she gripped the silk she laid on as he slid his arm under her legs to hook around them. As he looked up at her from between her legs, she saw his mouth move but it took a moment for her mind to register just what it was he had said. Licking her lips quickly, she nodded her head. "Yes," she breathed out, her legs beginning to tremble at the anticipation she felt. She fought the urge to grab his head and force his mouth to touch her there, positive that it would be crossing some sort of unspoken line she instead gripped the sheets while biting her lower lip, her green eyes trained on him. He could feel the aphrodisiac like drug oozing out of his body, filling the air around them that she was breathing in. It was for mating that he had no control over, oozing out every time he had sex. It worked on supernaturals and mortals, just mortals it was a whole lot stronger. He could tell it was really working on her, able to visibly see and smell her juices leaking from her pussy, turning him on even more than he already was. He moved his head back down and even lower on her body, his tongue coming out to gently flick her clitoris as he slowly began to slide his tongue right on into her pussy, thrashing around wildly inside of her pussy.He unhooked his arms from around her legs as he had them trail up her body so that each hand could cup one of her breasts, gently pinching and pulling on her nipples all while he was beginning to tongue fuck her pussy. He trailed one hand reluctantly from one of her breasts so it could go down and have his thumb beginning to gently play with her clitoris yet again. He moaned into her pussy as he was doing so, loving every single second that she was under him, the drug like air just getting stronger and stronger the longer it took to get his sperm inside of her pussy and womb. Becoming dizzy as his tongue finally flicked against her, she couldn't stop the way her back arched or the rather loud moan that escaped her. Her entire being felt like it was engulfed in a fire that just continued to build as his tongue worked her over. His hands slid up her, grabbing her chest and playing with her nipples once more, the action brought forth a different wave a pleasure to clash with the first, her body quickly becoming overly sensitive to all of the stimulation. As his thumb found her clit, she couldn't stop herself from reaching down and sliding her fingers into his hair desperate to tug on it.The friction he applied with his thumb caused her hips to buck involuntarily as her body got closer to the most powerful orgasm she would have ever experienced. The air around her felt hot, thick, and she oddly noticed that she was beginning to sweat slightly. Her heart was hammering away in her chest so hard that she thought it would burst from her ribcage and land on her abdomen for him to see. Her hips bucking again she could feel herself teetering on an edge, her eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head. he could tell that her body was getting more and more lustful, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear and see. he slowly began to slowly pull his head back and tongue out of her pussy. her pussy was now dripping with juices, making him smile widely at her as he began to make his way on up her as he looked right at her. he began to kiss her on the lips as he slid his tongue right on into her mouth and began to play and dance with her own, looking right at her as he did so of course. he then moved in between her legs with a smile on his face, looking right at her.he slowly slid his hands to her hips and pulled her body on up a bit in the air as he was looking right at her. he moved on closer to her, as she was now able to see that he had an eleven inch long, three inch thick cock which was now as hard as a fucking rock. he moved closer to her, looking right at her as began to poke at her pussy with his cock, smiling right at her. "get ready my dear, i am about to claim you now." Jocelyn whimpered as he pulled his face from her, her fingers sliding out of his hair. She had half a mind to touch herself and finish but didn't have enough time to come to a decision as he was back on top of her. She could taste herself on his tongue while he kissed her, it was ridiculously erotic. It was at this point that she couldn't get enough of him, of what he was doing to her. Her fingers brushed along his skin exploring as he settled himself between her legs a breathtaking smile on his face. Her hips were raised into the air for a better angle, and she glanced down forgetting how to breathe when she saw what he had to offer.Never had she seen a man with such a big dick. And that wasn't even her preferred term, but for the life of her nothing else fit. Her eyes flitted back up to his, a little wide around the edges. She knew she would stretch, but she was finding it rather hard to believe that he would fit comfortably within her. The slight fear cleared her head enough for her to talk, the haze of lust sitting in the background. "I, uh, I don't think you are going to fit," her tone trembled a bit partly due to nerves and partly due to nerves. he smiled right at her as he stroked her cheek and shaking his head at her. "nonsense, i will do a lot more than fit, i will mould you to my cock size. i will make you, fit me. i will do everything i can to make sure that you feel little to no pain, so dont you worry a second about that beautiful. for now, just lay back and relax. also, to distract you nice and good from what i am going to do, i am going to feed on you. dont worry, you will feel no pain at all besides the initial bite, but that is it, dont you worry a second about that either."he said to her as he began to gently kiss at her neck, one hand going on to her side to help hold her still as he began to move his hips on to her own, slowly beginning to gently slide his cock right on inside of her pussy and her womb. he started with just the tip of his cock inside of her pussy and such, but slowly began to slide the rest of his cock right on inside. he moved slowly of course so he did not hurt her, as he also began to bite down on her neck with his fangs so that he could begin to suck some of her blood. Trust. It was a loaded and heavy word; it could mean nothing and everything. After all, trusting someone with a secret is vastly different than to trust someone not to hurt you. It was like a game of Russian Roulette, she had to choose whether or not to pull the trigger. And so, she would trust him, she had too there weren't any other options. She could only hope that she wouldn't regret it later on. Doing her best to force herself to relax, she closed her eyes trying to focus on the way his lips felt on her neck. How his hand felt firm and secure on her side, an odd and misplaced sensation of being safe drifted over her. Hands sliding to his shoulders, the thoughts in her head died as she felt him enter her in two separate ways.A sharp and surprisingly pleasurable pain pierced her neck, he had bit her like he said he would. A sharp intake of breath was her reaction to him starting to feed, a low moan was in response to being stretched to her limits deep within her core. The only thing that kept it from being painful was how gentle he was being with his movements, something that she greatly appreciated. He had been right, he fit in her, but it felt like it was just barely. Still, soft moans fell from her lips, her hand tangling itself in his hair holding his face to her neck as she oddly enjoyed him drinking what she had to offer. he began to suck on her neck, drawing her blood out and into his mouth. however, he quickly noticed that her blood was different, tasted sweeter and just made him really want more and more. it was addicting, that was for sure. but he would only take blood from her until he began to know that he had taken enough to make her weak, not wanting that at all. he began to move faster and harder inside of her, looking right at her as he was doing so. he was going to make sure that she was fully enjoying it, only moving faster and such when he felt like he was able to.he looked right at her as he slowly began to removed his fangs from her neck, his coating causing her neck to already heal up so that she was not wounded and having blood oozing out of the holes. it looked as if nothing had even happened to her. he groaned as he began to slide his lips on back down to one of her breasts, quickly beginning to suck on it slightly as he was looking right at her. "is it good my dear, do you want more or want me to stop?" he asked, knowing the drug would of gotten a lot worse than it already was. Jocelyn felt completely wanton, as the very small amount of pain he caused her blurred with pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her hands ran down his muscular back enjoying the way it felt beneath her fingers. His mouth left her neck and she almost whined with disappointment, but the way he thrust roughly into her stopped it from happening.She wanted to ask him to but her again, to handle her roughly. Instead her eyes met his and she moaned out, "Don't stop." Crying out as he hit a particular spot, her mind blanked for a few seconds before she returned to the moment. "Please, whatever you do, don't stop." he smiled right at her as he quickly leaned on down to her again, as if he was reading her mind yet again, and began to bite down on her neck again. he egan to suck on her neck to get more blood, unable to resist himself from her anymore. he began to move his hips faster and harder, looking right at her as he did so of course. he was loving the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy as she kept her legs around him, obviously wanting more and more from him. "of course my dear, i will fuck you all fucking night if you want. we have no plans as of now my dear." It was too much, her body was beginning to become overstimulated. Everything tingled with a pain that felt so damn good that she couldn't even began to control the noises that escaped her or the way her nails started to dig into his skin. Her legs were tight around his waist and yet she could still feel them begin to shake. Her mind felt like it was turning to mush and she had just enough brain cells to wonder just what it was he was doing to her. This was some of the best sex she had ever experienced and as her climax began to close in on her, she was sure nothing would ever amount to this. To the way it felt to have him buried so deep in her she could cry, or how his body over hers made her feel safe and owned all in one go.Then she fell, her mind and soul shattering as she laid beneathe her the sheer force of her orgasms stopping her from breathing. Her back arched oressing her chest to him as her legs squeezed him. She couldn't feel anything, she couldn't see anything. The world was gone and she could just barely feel him above her. Slowly she stitched herself back together starting with a sharp intake of breath. As the high he gave her subsided she could hear herslef moaning his name repeatedly. he felt her pussy walls clamping down tightly around his cock, looking right at her as he was doing so. he knew that she was about to have an orgasm, and boyy was that turning him on even more. he loved to be pleasured of course, but he loved watching his partner feel some pleasure as well. he just began to increase his speed and force of his thrusts, making the head board rock back and forth as it was smacking the wall behind it over and over. he smiled, loving the image of what he was seeing, making him just want to go more and more, wanting to see the pleasure all over her face more and more as well.once she finally came, she came hard. he listened to her breathing stop momentarily, watching as she fought to get it back. her juices squirted out the sides and around his cock, going all over the bed and his lap even, it was so fucking hot that it just turned him on even more, feeling his cock beginning to thump and twitch inside of her, telling him that he was about to cum, and it was going to be a rather large load. He looked at her as he slowly pulled his fangs from her neck.“Get ready, I am about to cum!”He said as he leaned in to kiss her, as she was able to taste her blood, slamming his cock right on inside of her to the base. Just as she had regained control of herself, his mouth was on hers. His warning ringing in her head as she tasted her own blood. Her tongue found his as he sheathed himself in her completely causing her to moan into his mouth. Jocelyn could feel him throbbing within her, it was a dull sensation compared to the feeling of being full and stretched. Something she was sure only he would be able to make her feel. Cupping his face for a moment, her hands slide back so her fingers can tangle into his hair while he emptied himself into her.This should have been enough, but a hunger seemed to awaken in her. An addiction of sorts if she had to compare it to him. Already she knew she would do this with him wherever and however he wanted, as many times as he wanted. Her lips moved against his for a breath of a moment more before she pulled away sinking fully into the mattress, her lust filled eyes looking up at him. "You weren't wrong, best sex of my life," she said with a smile, her tone light and happy. The afterglow of an excellent orgasm lighting up her face. He kept his cock fully inside of her as he began to pump his load of sperm right on inside of her pussy and womb, looking right at her as he did so of course. He made sure that every last drop of his load was going right on up into her womb, filling her to the brim with his monstrous size preventing any from leaking out around him with how tight her pussy was. He groaned as he was still releasing inside of her, watching as she slumped hard against the bed, making him smile right at her as he did so. “I told you, but I am far from done, I want more. I want to claim every single hole of yours tonight.” It was like music to her ears. Jocelyn ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders, already a familiar ache was beginning to grow. "Sounds like we have a rather busy night ahead of us."Rotating her hips as he was still buried deep in her core, she moaned softly. The next orgasm would be fast as her body was still super sensitive and probably would be until they were good and done. He smiled right at her as he began to pull all but the tip of his cock put, trying to tease her as much as he could. He then wasted no time as he slammed his cock deeply back inside one more time before pulling all of his cock out this time. He then smiled and winked at her. “Get on all fours and turn around. There is another hole I want to get right now beautiful, while I got enough liquids on me to use as lubricant.” The feeling of being whole left with him as he removed himself from her. The feeling of emptiness laid over her like a blanket and just as quickly as Klaus had caused it, he ripped that feeling from her. His words caused a rush of fear and excitement, this was something she had never done before. She should have only been scared, she should be asking question and trying to gain some sort of comfortability with what was about to happen. But her mind was clouded with lust and instead she rolled to her hands and knees. Dropping from her hands to her elbows, she arched her back fully exposing herself to him. "I've never - please be gentle," are the only words she can force out against the thickening haze in her head. He smiled as he came up to her on his own knees as he slapped her ass cheeks as he grabbed a cheek in each hand. He then smiled as he spread her ass cheeks a bit so that he could see her ass hole, spitting at her ass hole as he was looking right at her. He slowly moved closer to make his cock gently begin to spread her ass hole a bit, looking at her as he did so still. He slowly began to push his cock on inside of her more and more, looking at her as he slowly moved his hips. He was making sure not to hurt her at all, but not stopping until she had every single last inch. Jocelyn closed her eyes as she felt him position himself. Everything in her was telling her to tense up in preparation for what was going to happen. Fisting her hands in the sheet, she did her best to keep her body relaxed while anxiety exploded in her mind breaking through the lust like a hammer through glass. Yet as he slowly made his way into her, that undeniable desire that had taken control of her before was back turning that slight pain into a pleasure that left her speechless. A slow low moan moved past her lips as her face dropped to the bed. If she had thought she felt full and stretched before this was an entirely different feeling that she couldn't even begin to find words to describe. He groaned the more he was able to push inside, slowly coming to a stop of course as he slowly had her ass cheeks smack against his lap. He smiled as he then reached down to grab a handful of her hair, gently pulling her head back to have her back arch more as it seemed as if he was inserting more and more of his cock. He smiled as he was, closing his eyes as he kept trying to get more. The stinging the spread along her scalp as he pulled her hair had Jocelyn biting on her lower lip trapping a rather loud moan in her mouth. Desperate for him to move, she tried to rock on her knees in an attempt to gain the friction she craved, but was kept in place by steel like grip he had on her hair. "Please Klaus," she begged. One of her hands slipping between her legs to rub her own clit needing the stimulation. He smiled as she began to beg him to help her release, even beginning to play with herself to get it. He let go of her hair so he could grab both of her hands and pull them back behind her as he began to pull all but the tip out of her asshole, just to slam it right on back inside of her with a smile. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.” Crying out into the room, partly from pain and partly from pleasure, Jocelyn was a mess. She couldn't even tell you what was going on. The only thing she could focus on, besides the obvios noises filling the room, was how she was enjoying something she never thought she would try. In fact if she didn't belong to him, she porbably never would have... and what an unknown regret that would have been. The feel of him in her was otherworldly, it was now she decided that this would just continously get better each time until she would just turn to mush by him simply looking at her. He slowly began to move his hips back and forth, going faster and harder with every thrust. He did not stop until he was repeatedly slamming in and out of her, hard enough to rock the bed. He smiled at her as he grabbed a hold of her hair yet again with one hand to force her to arch her back and then slapped her ass with his free hand. He was still very sensitive from just fucking her, already feeling as if he was going to cum yet again. Tears began to trail down her face causing her mascara to run as she was overcome with pleasure. As he pulled her hair again, her back arched changing the angle in which he moved in her. It sent her teetering on the edge of another orgasm, if she hadn't been holding herself up, she would have used her hand to push herself over. His hand coming into contact with her behind, caused a delicious sting to spread through her skin. She wanted to tell him to do it again, but her mouth was unable to form words as moans left her at an uncontrollable rate. He raised his hands as he smacked her ass again, a little bit harder this time. Of course he was still holding back, not wanting to hurt her of course. He grabbed the ass cheek after the slap in the same spot, gently jiggling it a bit as he did so. He smiled as he kept his hand in her hair, looking at her as she was melting underneath, feeling her ass hole tighten up as she was about to have a second orgasm. He smiled at that, wanting to see her squirt this time. Then she shattered, for a second time. Her arms giving out only being held up by his hand in her hair as her legs shook. Her legs became wet as she gushed. No sound came from her as she couldn't suck in enough oxygen to do so. Finding strength in her arms she went back to holding herself a loud and long moan finally escaping her as he continued to plow into her. He groaned himself as she began to moan out finally, letting go of her hair so that she could fall face first into the bedding of the silk sheets and blanket. He looked at her as he slammed his cock deeply into her ass hole one last time, releasing yet another large ass load right on up into her body, not letting a single drop escape her yet again as he was keeping his cock still in her ass hole. “Need a break or able to keep going my dear, will let you decide for now of course. I can do either.” Jocelyn blissfully felt used, her body felt weak as she tried to keep herself from falling over. Clearing her throat, her voice beginning to sound raw. "How much more can you give?" She said weakly. Taking a steadying breath she tried to look at him from over her shoulder. He smiled as he pulled his cock out from her ass hole and gently smacked her ass cheek with his monster sized cock.“Like I said, I could go all fucking night. I haven’t had sex in quite some time and you got my mind craving more and more of your sexy little ass. You able to keep going, I am going to use your body all fucking night until you are unable to walk and I have to carry you in for a bath. You want to rest now, we will take a bath and continue later. All up to you since it is your first night.” A lazily smile crossed her face as he smacked her ass with his dick. "Or, we could take a bath and do activities in there." Shifting so she could lay down, her legs needing the break as they shaked with effort, she looked him over. "I could definitely go again, but I feel all mushy," a few giggles followed the last word as it sounded silly having said it out loud. He smiled as he grabbed her knees and spread her legs open so that he could spot the cum leaking out of both her pussy and her ass hole, before nodding his head at her suggestion.“Well then, let’s get on to the bath so that we can start to have our fun there. Have to say, never had sex in the tub. Shower a few times, but never the tub. Have to say, pretty excited.” He said as he quickly and easily lifted her up and carried her on into the master bathroom and to the six person tub. He got the water going while holding her with one arm, smiling as it began to fill up. Jocelyn liked the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it made her feel wanted. "Sex in a tub is no different then in a pool," she said with a smile as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing carrying her to the master bathroom.The tub was huge and could easily fit several people, more then plenty of room for the two of them. The extravagance of the tub matched the bathroom, which of course matched the rest of the house. Suddenly she was overcome with excitement to see the kitchen at somepoint. Keeping her arm slung across his shoulder, Jocelyn watched the tub begin to fill. "Does it have jets?" He smiled, hitting the button for the jets at her question. “Of course it does. Nothing feels better than a few jets hitting the body after such a woken out, am I right?” He said to her with a wide smile all over his face. He looked at her as they tub finally filled up and he gently and slowly climbed on in with her still in his arms. He slowly began to lower her on down, his cock sliding against her pussies lips and in between her legs. He smiled, knowing that was going to make her a horny mess as it was with how sensitive she was still. The hot water felt great on her tired muscles as he lowered them both into the tub. Jocelyn could have just melted into it right then and there if her most sensitive area hadn't been touched by his as they sat. Holding in a moan, she settled in to him just want a moment to give her body a chance to recoupe, but instead all she could think about was turning around so she could straddle him. Which is exactly what she did. He smiled as she turned around and leaned on in to begin to kiss her, tongue going on inside to play and dance with her own. He grabbed her hips as he lifted her on up to slam her down right on his cock, making her take every last inch of him with one single movement. He groaned as well into her mouth during the kiss as she was lowered onto his cock, loving every last second of it as he was looking right at her.“Now I want you to bounce on my cock, take more and more of it if you even can of course.” Exhaling with a wmipering as he lowered her onto him, she began a slowly and steady pace as she held onto him. Water sloshed around the tub from the movement splashing up her back. Feeling more at ease she began to ride him more forcefully and unable to help herself from dripping her head to his shoulder and biting into him. Teeth locked on him hard enough to cause pain, but not to draw blood, she ran her tongue over the skin she had trapped in her mouth. he smiled and groaned slightly as she bit onto his shoulder, causing him to smile even more. "ahh you like to bite. well thats okay, so do i." he said as he grabbed her hair and gently pulled it back and off of his shoulder, and quickly shot his head to her own neck. that was when he bit down, fangs piercing her neck as he was quick to begin to draw blood, smiling at her as he was doing so of course. he did not stop, just kept drinking more and more of her blood with a smile all over his face. His bite caused her to let go of his shoulder, a lovely imprint of her teeth there. Titling her head to give him more room, she quickened her pace. It was like his bite had brought forth a fresh wave of unbridled desire, an urgency taking control of her. Her hand slipped to the back of his head, holding him there while he fed from her. The sounds of splashing water mixed with her moans as she continued to ride him, doing her best to not do so erratically. he groaned into the bite as he was looking right at her, loving the feeling of her blood going into his mouth. her blood seemed to taste different, better even somehow. he did not know what or why she did, but he just knew that she did. he groaned more as he looked at her, stroking her cheek as he began to suck her blood more and more, loving the feeling when he got to feed on a fresh mortal. most didnt let him, he just had to, or drink from a blood bag. she was just addicting though for some reason. Her head started to spin, from lust or blood loss she wasn't sure, but she also didn't care. The hand that wasn't holding his head gripped his shoulder tightly, nails digging in as the little amount of control she had dissipated. Losing all rhythm, Jocelyn's movements became erratic as her climax started to close in on her. Her moans growing ever closer to screams as his name fell from her lips. He groaned like an animal as she was taking more and more. He was still drinking her blood, smiling even more as she increases her speed and force, looking right at her as he felt her pussy walls tighten up around him, looking right at her as he did so. He leaned on in to her neck more, slowly pulling away from her neck.“Cum for me my dear, cum all over your masters cock!” His words proves to be a key that unlocked her orgasm. "Yes master," she moaned out as her body gripped him as tightly as it could. Her hips bucking on their own accord as her instincts took over. He quickly grabbed her hips and yanked her down onto his cock, forcing every last inch right on inside of her. His own cock was thumping and twitching, telling him that he was about to cum as well. This made him smile, knowing that with how fucking tight she was, they were going to cum at the same exact time. The extra force that he had given her, slamming her down onto his dick had her orgasm spilling from her. Her walls clenched around him as she cried out into the room. Water sloshed out of the tub and onto the floor with all the rough movement. Her entire body became twitchy as her overly sensitive body was thrown full force into another climax. he felt her pussy walls clamping down around his cock, making him know instantly that she was having yet another orgasm. hopefully another of many tonight. he just smiled widely, beginning to pump yet another large load right on up into her pussy and womb, looking at her as he leaned in and began to kiss and suck on her neck, biting it to drink more of her blood as the two had an orgasm at the same time. Sensations covered every inch of her. She could feel him feeding from her as he throbbed in her depths. Her head spun with lust and her heart hammered in her chest. Every muscle she had tensed and relaxed as she rode out her orgasm. Coming to a stop, she tried with no avail to regain control of her body. he looked right at her as she kept trying to ride out her orgasm, but when he began to cum, he kept her down to make sure that she was forced to take every last inch of his cock, every last drop of his load. he was making sure to fill her pussy and her womb, looking right at her as he was doing so, slowly pulling his fangs out of her neck so he could lean in and began to kiss her, getting blood on her lips as well as he was doing so of course. he kept one hand on her hip to keep her down, while the other reached up and began to stroke her cheek. Jocelyn was more than happy to surrender to his kiss. The onslaught of physical attention stalling out as he focused on her mouth giving the rest of her body a moment to relax. Her hands found his hair as he caressed her cheek. It was an oddly tender moment given everything that had transpired and she found that she rather enjoyed this odd mix of tender care and ownership. he groaned into the kiss as he slowly moved her a bit more on his cock, looking right at her. he stroked her cheek yet again, slowly pulling back to look right at her. "oh my, i think you have gotten me addicted to you my dear, i just can not get enough of you. even now, i want to fuck you yet again, but i think you need a break my dear, i nice, long, good bath as well as some time to process." Jocelyn looked at him, her eyes searching his face as she slowly nodded. "A bath does sound nice. Though I understand about feeling addicted. You make my head so dizzy," she admits, peppering his face with small soft kisses. She was ready to be seperated from him just yet, but knew her body needed a break. He smiled as he looked at her, stroking her cheek. He slowly began to gyrate his hips slightly to tease her slightly, winking at her as he did so. “I think we may want to switch to a shower. Once I remove my cock from your pussy, my cum is going to just pour on out of your pussy. Hard to clean our bodies with cum filled water.” Moaning softly as he ground his hips on hers, moving deliciously inside of her. "You have a point, but I guess that means you'll have to carry me to the shower. Or I'll just make a mess somewhere else." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him again completely at ease with him now. After all he had tasted her and fucked her, there wasn't much she could hide from him now. He smiled as she made her statement, nodding his head.“Yes and we better hurry. Otherwise I am going to just start fucking this pussy of yours again. You got me so addicted it is going to be hard to not be fucking you at every second of the day.” He said as he pulled her down even more, moving her around a bit as she was still on his cock. Humming out a noise of pleasure as he swiveled her hips around, she couldn't help but to be excited for their future sessions. Any time without him buried in her was going to be boring and well just empty. "You can fuck me any time you please, master. I belong to you." he smiled and slowly lifted her up and off of his cock, watching his sperm just begin to pour right on out of her pussy. god that sight was enough to make him just want to just slam her right on back down and begin to fuck her pussy. but, he knew she must be tired, and he had things to do. "i had my butler go and get you some clothing, something more my style of course. hope you like them all." As he removed her from him, it was like removing a cork from a bottle. Everything he had put inside her began to leak out onto her legs. She could only imagine what kind of a mess she was. "I'm sure I will like them just fine. What all am I allowed to do around here?" She asked trying to take her mind off of how empty she now felt. He smiled as he stroked her cheek and kissed her on the lips, loving the taste of her. “Anything you want, inside the castle. There is also a pool and hot tub. We will frequent all that, when I am not busy of course. But when I yell for you, that means come. Is that understood? I will also get you a phone.” "Yes sir," she nodded while untangling herself from him. Limbs shaky with exertion, she figured this was a good time to take a break. There was no knowing how much more her body could endure. Besides there was always the promise of later, it wouldn’t do either of them any good if she wasn't ready then. "I'll get cleaned up and then I might explore" He smiled as he stroked her cheek and stood up as well, moving to the shower. “Well let’s get cleaned up first, get dressed. Then you can go and explore my dear. I want to see your sexy ass in the clothes I had him go and get.” He said to her with a smile on his face, grabbing her hand to pull her closer to him. Being pulled into him, her hand moved to his chest. She found that she always wanted to touch him, with her hand or other body parts depending on the situation. "I cant wait to see what you got me either." Moving into the shower with him, she waited patiently with a hand on his abdomen, for him to get the shower going. He was quick to follow her on inside of the shower and helped her wash off by getting her a bar of soap of course as he began to rub it all along her body. He did her arms and legs first, before moving to her back and then her chest. He focused on her breasts last but the longest, before moving on down to her pussy. Her day was just full of new experiences, sexual and not. Being washed by someone wasn't ever something she thought she would enjoy, but here she was loving the way his hands worked over her spreading suds across mostly clean skin. She had begun to wash him in return when his hand slipped between her legs, a soft, shaky moan moved past her full lips. It had to be sickening how easily her body responded to his touches, even when they are innocent in nature. Moving past the way her body reacted to his attentions, she scrubbed everything she could reach wanting to show appreciation for everything he had done thus far. If could have been a far crueler master, in terms of things she had seemingly lucked out. He smiled right at her as he slowly pulled her to him, stroking her cheek and kissing her. He then began to slide the bar of soap right on in between her pussies lips slightly, making sure that he got her all nice and clean, every last inch of her. He smiled as he stroked her cheek still, sliding the kisses down to her neck of course. The feel of his lips on her was awfully distracting. This could easily go back to where they were before with him buried so deep in her that she felt like they would become one person. Dropping what she had been holding, it clattered to the floor, her fingers tangled in his wet hair. "I thought we were going to take a break," she moaned breathlessly. Her body slowly getting ready for more sexual activity. He smiled as he was sliding the bar of soap on inside of her pussy slightly to get all of her body cleaned up, covered in soap suds of course. He smiled even more at her words of a break, nodding his head as he slowly pulled his lips up and off of her body slowly. “We are, I was just cleaning your body, and teasing you a bit of course.” "Any more teasing and I might beg you to take me again," she responded with a small smile on her face. Releasing him, she slid her hands down his arms enjoying how strong he felt beneath her hands. Her smiled and shrugged his shoulders as he slowly removed his hands from her body and bar of soap as well. He then raised his hands. “I guess since you asked so nicely. Am just going to say that I would of if you had asked of me to.” "Is that so? I didn't think I was in the position to ask you for anything." Which was true, she had assumed all of her rights had been washed away when her parents had signed the contract. Moving into the water, she watched as the suds were removed along with all of the sweat from their earlier activities. he smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "depends on what you are asking for and how good of a mood i am in. you try to get me to go away when i am trying to really fuck, it wont happen. i will tie your ass up and to the bed and fuck you all night. hell, i may do it still, you never know my dear." he said to her with a smile as he slapped her ass cheek, grabbing a hold of it as well. "A man who takes what he wants when he wants it," she nodded. "I can respect that." Stepping back into him, missing the feel of him already, she smiled warmly. "I'm assuming my new clothes will be in a closet in the bedroom?" he smiled, nodding his head. "except for the outfit i have picked for you. that is all laying on the bed. why dont i dry your sexy ass off and lead you on out and to my room and show you the outfit? i think that you will like it, makes our fun easier of course." "Sounds good to me." Moving out of the shower, she waited patiently for the towel. The chill of the room caused her nipples to get hard as she wrapped her arms around herself. Soon it wouldn't be long, and she would know where everything is. Still, she hoped he would do things like this for her, even if it was only once in awhile. He got out and grabbed her a towel, drying her body off with a smile, especially as he dried off her pussy as he was rubbing her through the towel before slowly pulling himself back and kissed her gently. He then led her on out and to the bedroom, where her clothes laid on the bed. There was the pair ofPantiesthat was a mix of black lace and sheer fabric. Then, there wasPajamas. They were a pair of shorts and a tank top, but both was made of silk and was grey in color. He handed her the panties first, looking right at her with a smile on his face still. Being dried by him was just as erotic as being washed and she found herself on the verge of asking him to take her again. Instead, she followed after him into the bedroom where a cute set of pajamas laid out on the bed. Walking up she felt the material of both the underwear and the pajamas. The silky fabric felt heavenly against her fingertips, and she found herself eagerly slipping the underwear on. The fabric hugged her beautifully as she admired the way it looked on her. The pajamas slipped on just as easily and she felt as if she was wearing nothing at all. Looking to him, she smiled brightly, "Thank you. I love them." He smiled as she stated that she loved the pajamas, as well as the panties. He noticed that she said nothing about not having a bra, making him just slowly move closer to her. “Good, I am glad that you like them. Hope not having a bra won’t upset you or anything, I am a massive fan of breasts and want to be able to whip them out whenever I please to do what ever it is that I want to do of course.” He said to her as he was stroking her cheek, moving closer and closer to her with a smile still on his face of course. A small shrug was her response, "I don't really think bras are a necessity. Besides I'm your property now, if you don't want me to wear one I won't." Looking down at her outfit she smiled fondly, her hand coming up to play with the hem of the tank top. "You have great taste in clothes." He smiled as he came up behind her and quickly wrapped his arms around her. His hands grabbed her own, causing him to weave his fingers in between her own. He slowly pulled her back to his still nude form, never have gotten dressed just yet. “I got a meeting coming up in an hour, need to get ready for it. But, would love to have some more fun afterwards?” She was wrapped up in him again. His arms around her, their fingers intertwined. This was by far the complete opposite of what she had thought her life was going to be like. "That would be great," she says softly melting into him. he smiled as he felt her fall back into him, loving the feeling of her being close to him. something about her made her different, made him want her to be happy, and just be his. even though she was his until the day that she died. he slowly pulled away after leaning in to kiss her on her neck, gently grazing his fangs against her skin with a smile as he did so. "why dont you go and pick me out a suit." he said to her as he pulled all the way back and slapped her ass, grabbing her cheek for a moment as he did so of course. "Yes sir," she said. Squeaking as he smacked her ass. Walking to the closet, she opened the door and walked in. Taking a small amount of time to look over each suit, she ended up picking what she believed to be the best option. Thesuitwas still on the hanger as she brought it out to lay it on the bed where her clothes had been. "Is this one alright?" she asks stepping away to give him room. he slowly walked to the bed and looked it over, smiling as he nodded. his went and grabbed a pair of blue silk boxers, looking right at her as he slid them on. he already had a bulge in his boxers as well. he then went back to the suit and slide item after item on, his form. he slowly turned and looked at her as he made his way back over to her and stroked her cheek. he kissed her, rather passionately, and even pushed her on back to the bed. he even made her fall on her back to it, looking right at her as he pulled back and stroked her cheek, looking at her. His kisses never ceased to amaze her, making breathing almost impossible. Her body responding to even the simplest of his touches only intensified as he made her fall back onto the bed. "That suit does look good on you," she hums out impulsively hooking her legs onto his hips. He loved her reaction, feeling her legs going around his hips as she spoke. He found that it was all amazing and such a fucking turn on. He smiled as he stroked her cheek, looking right at her.“You are so beautiful my dear, I believe I am the one that has benefited the most out of this deal.” He said as he kissed her on the lips yet again, gently biting and sucking on her bottom lip as he slowly pulled away. Joss moaned into his dominating kiss, pouting softly as he pulled away. She knew they were just prolonging the inevitable. He had a meeting to go to that she was sure was important. "I don't know about that. I feel like I've lucked out with this arrangement." He smiled at her response and slowly pulled her hand to his mouth so that he could gently kiss the top of it while looking right at her. He wanted, no needed her already. She was like a drug to him, making him want her more and more and he had no idea as to why. He slowly let go of her hand, slapping her ass with a wink and a smile.“Go on and look around the castle before I have to take you yet again.” "Yes sir," she said getting up off of the bed. Walking backwards so she could look at him for as long as possible, Joss' back hit the door. Finally she turned around and made her exit to go explore all that the castle had to offer. Hoping she would stumble across the kitchen at some point. He sighed as she slowly left the room, watching her as she spun around and especially watched her sexy little ass as she turned around to leave. It was making him want her already and she had just left! Plus, he had so much stuff that he had to do and the meeting was coming up as well. He would just have to wait until he had the chance to claim her yet again. Everywhere she looked was some sort of extravagant item. The amount of wealth Klaus had to have, was insane. Though, when you can't die, it only made since that you would end up being more than financially sound. That, or you just collected things as the years passed and end up with really nice stuff everywhere in your home. Still, she couldn't imagine that someone would collect marble tiles for a hall floor. Pushing open a rather heavy looking door, Joss smiled warmly. "The kitchen," she whispered to herself as she began to go through each cabinet and drawer wanting to be completely familiar with the room. He wasted no time in starting the meeting with his members of the miscellaneous politicians and such, figuring out what was going on with the supernaturals and how they were affecting the world and what all they were requesting him to do. However, he soon began to sense her coming, pressuring the lust and the aphrodisiac to her to feel even in the hallway. The meeting was almost over and it was causing him to want it more and more, already feeling the lust from earlier himself. He was glad he was sitting down of course, with his cock growing harder and harder inside of his pants of course. Joss had been on her way back to the bedroom, ready for a nap, when an overwhelming rush of desire came over her. Stumbling, she caught herself on the wall, her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she could feel herself growing wet with need. Any and all rational thought dissipated as she could now only think about Klaus. How it felt to have his hands on her, the way his kiss sent tingles across her skin. Groaning softly, Joss made her way down the hall. Gripping the handle, she slammed the office door open, her eyes drowning pools of lust. Locking her gaze on his, Joss stood there waiting for some indication of what she should do only partly aware that she had just barged in on meeting. Another deep breath, and her resolve was cracking. She was dangerously close to straddling him not caring if anyone saw. He looked at her as she just came barging into the office, smiling for he knew exactly why she was here. The meeting was almost over, he just had to wrap some things up. “Pardon the intrusion gentlemen, it looks as if my slave is in need of something. It will have to wait of course, but come sit on my lap as I finish up the Meeting my dear.” He said, increasing everything to be twice as strong, wanting to test her will power to see if she would be able to hold back or not. Joss moved into the room, her eyes staying focused on him. Coming around to him, she perched herself on his lap. It took every ounce of will power she had not to straddle him and tear his clothes from his body. But with each passing minute the urge to do so got stronger. Whimpering almost silently, Joss' hands fiddle with the hem of her tank top. Her eyes sweeping over each face that now looked at her because she was sitting on him. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his hand on her upper thigh. He then began to focus on the others, still teasing her with his powers. “Ignore her gentlemen, act as if she is not here. The meeting is almost over and I do not want to mess up right at the end of course. Now, the final topic is the vampires in the northern part of town. For some reason, they are growing closer to this part of town. I can keep them at bay as much as possible, but we will have to enact a curfew for the mortals as well as hand weapons to the police officers of that area to the bullets with my venom.” Joss squirmed in his lap, his fingers making the lust filled haze in her head worse. Trying to push through it, she thought about the current topic of discussion. Her parent's land was on the outer north side of town, and from the sounds of it the vampire had moved on magically as if they had had no interest in her parent's property at all. To her it sounded as if they were after something, but what. Leaning back into him, she tucked her head into his neck breathing in the deep earthy smell that was him whimpering under her breath. He smiled at her reaction of his powers, making them grow stronger and stronger. He was stroking her legs even more as he was gently kissing her on the lips as the others were not looking at them as they were looking at the projector screen that they were using. He then pulled his lips back and off of her with a wide smile as he gently and slowly slid his hand to her inner thigh, moving it on up so that he could slide it into her shorts and underwear, glad no one could see him thanks to the table of course. A sharp intake of breath was all that stopped her moan from escaping her as he slid his hand into her underwear. A heat spread through her in a slow wave, her mind turned to mush and all she could focus on was his hand. "How much longer is the meeting?" She whispered, her hand trailing over his arm to settle on his wrist. Her control was slipping as she thought about grinding herself into his hand. He smirked as she asked how much longer the meeting was going to be, having him slowly increase the speed and force of his fingers as he was quickly beginning to finger fuck her pussy. “Not to much longer my dear, just try to hold out if you can.” He said to her as he had the others turn to face him as he began to talk about the vampires yet again as well as beginning to explain the next best step to stand up against them. He made sure to add in that if worst comes to worst he would go in himself and end it all as quickly as he could get there. Biting back moans as his fingers moved within her, Joss hid her face in his neck as he began to address the others in the room again not wanting them to know what was happening because she couldn't control her face. Her mind tried to become whole again, to focus on something besides how wet he was making her or how easily and quickly he was able to pump his fingers. Anything to keep her from crying out into a room full of strangers. He was quick to feel her body beginning to shake a bit, wanting to have an orgasm. He just quickly removed his hands from her, not wanting to have her moan out to much, or to squirt her juices all over her clothes. Even though they were already soaking wet from her juices as it was of course. He groaned into her ear a bit as he was looking at her. He slowly pulled her on back and into his lap, as she was now able to really feel his cock from the tent that it was forming thanks to being as hard as a fucking rock. Klaus removed his hand just as she was about to reach her end, frustration tried to bubble up within her, but the feelings of lust were too strong and growing stronger with each passing second. His groan sent a chill down her spine as he pulled her more fully into his lap, the feel of him pressed against her causing her to moan softly, her head dropping forward while she did her best to contain herself. Fighting a losing battle, Joss kept her movements small, just grinding enough to cause friction without the top half of her visibly moving. How good it felt to move against him in small circles, to know that once this meeting was over or maybe even before, she would have him buried so deep inside of her that she wouldn't be able to breathe. He smiled even more at her actions, feeling her shorts and panties growing more and more wet, feeling them on his pants of his suit. He had the men look at the projector screen one more time as he quickly lifted her up enough to unbutton and unzip his pants, pushing them and his boxers down so that his cock could spring forward and smack her ass with being so hard. He then leaned forward, smiling as the men was looking at the graphs now. “You lift up to take my cock, they may see you, but I need you now. You have fifteen seconds to decide.” Joss didn't need to be told twice as she slightly lifted herself from his lap to shift her clothing around so she could impale herself on him without removing anything. Lining herself up as best she could now that her shorts and panties had been successfully pushed to the side, she looked around to make sure no one was just outright staring at her. Feeling free to do as she pleased, she swiftly sat on him as her body practically sucked his member into her. A satisfied sigh left her before she started to slowly rock herself in his lap. He felt her quickly and eagerly shift up a bit to adjust her clothes, before slamming herself down on his cock, forcing every last inch to go right up inside of her. He held back a groan as he was doing so, wanting desperately to thrust in and out of her as he pinned her sexy ass to the table. But, he must wait to do so of course. He quickly wrapped up the meeting where he scooted the chair in so they could not see they they were fucking as he waved goodbye to them all. Joss couldn't think about anything else, all that mattered was continuing to move while he was buried in her making sure that he hit that sweet spot. Holding her breath to keep from moaning out, she watched as he ended the meeting though she didn't hear anything he said. Impatiently, her lungs burning with the desire to breathe, she watched as each person left the room. As soon as the door latched shut, and much needed oxygen was acquired, Joss let out a loud moan. He did not keep her moan from escaping, letting those that had just left to hear it as soon as the door shut. It was enough to make him quickly stand up and quickly bend her over on the large oak table, standing behind her with his cock still fully inside of her pussy and even her womb as he thrusted nice and hard into her. He then smacked and grabbed her ass, pulling all of him out so that he could quickly and eagerly remove both his pants and his boxers, looking at her as he did the same to her shorts and thong as well. Suddenly she was moved to the surface of the desk, her chest pressed down onto it, the cool wood feeling great against her heated skin. He drove himself into her for a moment before he pulled away to undress both of them from the waist down. It gave Joss a moment to put herself in a better stance to receive all that he was about to give her. She wanted, no, needed this and it was apparent as her own juices dripped down her thighs as she eagerly awaited him to plow back into her. he watched as her juices were dripping down her thigh and leg and onto the floor as he began to move even closer to her as he began to poke at her pussies lips, looking right at her as he was doing so of course. he was ready to just take her pussy, make her know that she was his and that she was addicted to his cock even though she may not know it just yet of course. he slowly began to push even more, making sure that in the final thrust he was able to get every single last inch of his cock fully submerged inside of her pussy and her womb even. Joss moaned beneath him as he worked his cock back into her tight and waiting body. Her hands located the edge of the desk and gripped it already knowing that this was going to be one hell of a fucking. With how deep he was, she knew her lower abdomen had to bulge a bit, there was no way that it couldn't and the thought of it was arousing. Her cries of pleasure filled the room. He groaned even louder as he quickly began to thrust his hip in and out of her repeatedly, looking right at her as he was doing so. He grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand as he yanked it back as the other hand quickly slapped and grabbed onto a single ass cheek of hers. He squeezed it a bit as he was repeatedly thrusting in and out of her, beginning to rock the solid oak desk with every single thrust of his that he had of course. A stinging pain spread across her scalp as he snatched her up by her hair. Releasing the desk, she let him pull her upper torso off of the desk. The sound of the desk scrapping across the floor was briefly overshadowed by a loud slap as his hand made contact with her ass, a surprised cry leaving her lips. Her hands spread wide on the top of the desk; Joss had lost all control of the noises that poured from her being. Their volume growing with every passing minute as bruises began to form across the top of her thighs from the edge of the desk. he wrapped his free arm around her waist as he pulled her away from the desk a bit so that there was no big bruises, already figuring his hard thrusts was causing some. he quickly held her closer to him, seeming to go even deeper than he already was. he looked right at her as he did so, smiling as he leaned down and began to kiss and suck on her neck, gently biting it as well. he was wasting no time at all as he was doing so, looking right at her as he did so. "you like it rough my dear?" "God, yes!" Joss cried out as he pounded into her from behind. The new position had changed the angle in which he entered and exited her which altered the friction that he caused. Her hands reached back to hold his thighs as he continued to use her body as he saw fit. And like an addict she was finding such satisfaction in him and what he could do to her, the emotions he caused her, that she was already closing in on her release. He could tell that she was growing closer and closer to the first orgasm of this session with how her pussy was growing tighter and tighter. He smiled at the fact, glad he was causing her so much pleasure that he just kept going faster and harder, now rocking the table she was on pretty good, good enough to slide it even. He wasted no time at all as he slapped and grabbed her ass cheeks, a check in each hand as he spread them apart so that he could now watch as her pussy was taking his cock over and over again, waiting on her to have her orgasm and to squirt out. Joss felt her body tense as he was now drilling into her so roughly that the desk was shifting beneath her. And just as his hands made contact with her ass, she felt herself spiraling once more as yet another orgasm took hold of her. Her voice cried out unintelligibly as her mind was ravaged with pleasure, oh the things this man could do to her. Her release did nothing to pacify the hunger that was her sexual desire, if anything it made it worse. Her juices squirted out around his cock and onto the table, even going down her leg and onto the floor with how much she had came. It was so fucking hot that he could not go on, he wanted to cum himself. He slammed his clock as hard and as fast as he could, going right on up into her pussy and womb. That was when he began to release his gallon worth of cum. His cock was preventing any from leaking out as well. Causing a smile to form on his face with how hard he was still even. “Ready for another round?” "I'm always ready when it comes to you," she responded breathlessly still riding the high he had given her as she felt him throb within her depths. Her body felt heavy, her mind blissfully blank, but beneath that she knew her body was not done. It had not been satisfied and much like earlier, she recognized that there was something about him that kept her sexual desires fully awake, that kept her wanting of what only he could give her. He groaned at her words, then alone being enough to excite him and want even more of her. He knew her urges and such was caused partially from his powers, but something about her was enough to turn him on and make him want more of her. He quickly began to thrust in and out of her, looking right at her as he was doing so of course. He quickly bent down on top of her as he began to kiss and suck on her neck, having his fangs come on out and pierce her neck as he quickly began to drink her blood as well. Joss moaned with abandoned, lost once more to not only her desires but to his. She was consumed with this burning, the aching need to constantly be in contact with him. To have him buried so deep in her that it played with the edge of being painful. Just like the bite he placed to her neck; it should hurt but she couldn't find it to be anything other than pleasurable. He was drinking more and more of her amazing, sweet tasting blood. He could tell that she was wanting more, just like him. He did not slow down for a second with his thrusts as he just began to move faster and harder, looking right at her as he was doing so of course. He was used his free hand to wrap around and have his middle finger slide on into her ass hole to tease and play with her ass as he still fucked her pussy. Joss didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. All she could concentrate on, the only thing she knew to real, was the man that pounded into her unforgivingly. The creature that fed from her as he screwed her brains out, the very being that she was becoming addicted to. And so her voice filled the room expressing just how much pleasure she was in. he began to really finger fuck her ass hole as he was still fucking her brains out, loving how fucking tight she still was, even with his monster sized cock dominating her. he quickly picked up his speed of his finger, as well as how much blood that he was taking from her. he was drinking as much of her blood as he possibly could, waiting for her to get closer and closer to passing out so that he could stop. he just couldnt yet. Joss' head began to swim, partly from blood loss and partly from lust. Her body felt heavy and weak as spots threatened her vision, but instead of voicing her concerns her hips met his thrust for thrust desperately attempting to achieve another release as she teetered on the brink. And just as she was about to give up, her mind was thrown over the edge as another orgasm claimed her. he could tell that she was beginning to feel weaker, beginning to feel the effects of him draining her of her blood. he smiled as he was feeling her pussy walls growing tighter and tighter around his cock, telling him yet again that she was having another orgasm. which, just happened as her juices quickly shot out around his cock and onto the floor and his own body. he smiled, pulling his teeth from her neck. Feeling him release her neck, Joss did her best to look at him even though she felt like she was going to pass out. Blood was on his chin, her blood, and it should have terrified her, but it didn't. If anything, it made him more attractive driving her desire for him to new heights. Her body fought to stay awake, fought to continue with the activities that were taking place, but her eyes repeatedly tried to roll back as sleep clung to her desperately. the second she looked at him and she smiled as she came all over his cock, her juices squirting out around his cock and all over the place, he could not hold back. he quickly slammed his cock deeply into her as he laid her on her back onto the table, shooting his massive load right on up into her pussy and womb, filling her to the brim yet again. Joss hummed out in content, her eyes drifting shut as she relished the feeling of him filling her. The day had been spent with multiple orgasms and she wasn't sure how many more her mind or body could handle. As someone once said, 'The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak'. he smiled at her as he leaned down over her and began to kiss and suck on her neck, gently licking at the wound from the bite mark. he was licking up any blood that was leaking out of the open wound, his cock still fully submerged into her pussy and womb even as he was waiting to make sure he was for sure done before he pulled back and out of her. A silent moan left Joss at the feel of his lips on her throat where he had just fed. Sleep weighed heavily, keeping her eyes closed as her body relaxed fully. Her mind was able to stay alert by sheer will power as she didn't want to succumb to sleep if he stilled desired to have her. Or if he needed her to perform some sort of service for him. he smiled right at her as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and womb, scooping her up even as he carried her on to the bedroom. She had passed out of course on the way, so he figured he would give her a bath. he got the water nice and warm so that he did not wake her, and then went on and got her in it. he gave her a nice cleaning, cleaning himself up a bit as well, and carried her on back to the bedroom, hoping she stayed asleep. Joss could faintly recognize that she was being moved around. Her mind fought for consciousness against the exhaustion that had wrapped so tightly around her, and it was failing. At best, she could feel her surroundings on the edge of her nerves as she balanced between deep sleep and light sleep. Dreams, fuzzy and fading, floated in and out as she pictured herself at the beach, the warm waves licking at her naked body as the sun shone down on her skin. Then she was in the air, flying through clouds only to settle in a field with grass as soft as silk. Her mind slipped then, an image of her falling through the air and down into a black pit of promised rejuvenation. he made sure to dry her off completely of course, laying her nude form in the bed as he got in with her, since both were cleaned off. he got the cover pulled up over them, stroking her cheek as she was sleeping, his warm body pulling up against her to spoon with her. his body was enough to keep him warm however, perks of being part werewolf. he smiled as he kissed her neck, actually closing his eyes as he fell asleep with her, only waking once she began to move around and began to wake up herself of course. Joss felt stiff, sore, as she stretched in bed. Her hand touching the body next to her caused her heart to skip a beat, but as she continued to wake up, she remembered that she was the property of Klaus and that it was his body she was more than likely touching. The brief feeling of fear that she had felt upon first waking up ebbed away. Blinking against the light of the sun, she rubbed her face before turning to look at him. Memories of the day before flooded her and it made perfect sense why her body was slightly protesting movement. Just as she was about to say something, her stomach grumbled loudly causing her to smile, embarrassed. He smiled quickly as she was waking up, waking him up as well with how much of a light sleeper he was. He looked right at her as he stroked her cheek, hearing her stomach. "There is a decent amount to do today, but I want you to come with me. I want to show you off and show that you are mine and mine alone. I will pick out the perfect outfit for you, of course. But, why don't we go and get a bite to eat first?" "Yes please," Joss said softly as the thought of eating was rather appealing. She couldn't remember when she last had a meal, what she had had yesterday wasn't anything fancy, but it had sufficed. Now she was craving all sorts of things, most of which was sweet. It was partly due to the blood he had taken from her yesterday and the fact that she had a sweet tooth, either way, whatever was made she was sure to devour. If today was anything like the previous, she would need all the energy she could get. he smiled as he stroked her cheek and slowly stood up, looking right at her as he was quick to get some clothes on and look her over. he went and got her a simple blackV-Neck Sleeveless Crochet Lace Top, with a black bra on underneath. usually that was something he did not like, but with the shirt, he wanted her to have a bra on. next was a black pair offloral lace short shorts, that way the outfit all matched. he got her a pair of black panties that matched the bra, and a pair of blackheels, it just through the outfit all together. "what do you think beautiful?" Looking over the outfit as it laid on the bed, Joss felt a bit self-conscious. Never had she worn anything so revealing in the presence of others. In fact, yesterday had been the first time anyone had ever seen her in anything that could be considered sexy. Still, she smiled beautifully and excitedly got dressed being careful that to ruin the lace. "I love it! I've never worn anything like this before so hopefully I look okay. It's such a beautiful outfit." Standing once the heels were on, she gave a small twirl before moving to the bathroom determined to do something with her hair. he smiled and watched as she got dressed, unable to hold back the gentle slap to her ass cheeks as he was looking right at her. "you look absolutely stunning. any woman would be jealous around you and any man would want to have a taste. hell, even some women may want to. but, you are all mine, is that understood my dear?" he said to her as he gently moved closer, forcing her to spin and look right on into his eyes, smiling as he kissed her on the lips, tongue going right on inside to play and dance with her own tongue. he was finding it hard to pull his hands off of her of course. Managing to pull her mouth away from his, she nodded. "Only yours." The contract said as much, but after being with him and having him feed off her she doubted she would ever be able to be with anyone else. For if the contract did give him ownership of her, his bite did. It was what she believed was responsible for her craving his touch, after all she had read about such things. Melting into his embrace, she ran her hands up and down his arms. "What all do we have to do today?" he smiled, stroking her cheek as he was looking her over, still smiling at the outfit. "we have a few meetings that we must attend, and i need to make a public announcement to a clan of vampires that are attempting to take over more land than what they are allowed to have. having a bit of an issue with them trying come farther into town. we just need to set them in their place and go from there for now of course. dont worry, you will be totally safe, away from everything. no one will attempt anything with me so close." "Are these the same vampires that were after my parent's property?" Joss asked off handedly perfectly content with being wrapped in his arms. But being human came with responsibilities, a fact that was hard to ignore as her stomach growled loudly in protest yet again. "Talk about it over breakfast?" She asks sheepishly as the noises from her stomach continued. he smiled and just led her right on out of the room and down to the kitchen, quickly beginning to make some food for her, but slowly nodded his head at her question. "yes actually. i want to know why they were focused on your families land so much and see just what all that they can do and handle. got to make sure that your family is all safe and such, if i want to keep you around." he said with a wink, making a rather large breakfast just for her really with some eggs, toast and bacon. Joss couldn't help but to admit that she was impressed, the wonderful smells of his cooking wafting around her, tantalizing. Perching herself on a bar stool that sat next to the rather large island she watched him move about. "I don't know why they were after my parent's land; we could never figure out the reason or cause. I mean my dad is a farmer there are plenty of animals that were left untouched which was really odd." Tilting her head to the side in thought she absentmindedly kicked her foot back and forth as it hung above the floor, "To be honest I sort of thought they were trying to get to our house, that maybe they were after us even though there are laws against that." he looked at her as he quickly moved to her and sat a plate of food down in front of her, smiling as he was stroking her cheek and looked right at her. "dont worry, i will bring that up and try to figure out just what is going on." he said, not able to help but think about her, knowing that they were now moving to his own home but no one was brave enough to try to take him. it was as if they were waiting, possibly on her? "Good, I'm curious as to what the answer will be." Turning her attention to the plate of food, she set about filling her stomach happy to finally get that particular organ to shut up. Eating didn't take long, there was so much offered to her that she wasn't able to finish it. Standing she took the plate in her hands and walked it over to the trash to scrape it clean before taking it to the sink to wash it. he was quick to take the plate from her after she scrapped it clean most of the way, having already ate a bit of the food he cooked to hold himself off. perks of being a hybrid, he was able to do both blood and regular food. he smiled as he slowly cleaned up the mess of cooking, putting it all in the dish washer as he then went to her, stroking her cheek. "ready to get going my dear? ready to bring your sexy ass back home." "As ready as I'll ever be." Joss nodded her head, a small smile on her lips. Smoothing down her outfit, something she did when nervous, looping her arm through his she motioned ahead of them with her hand. "Lead the way sir, I have no idea where we are going." Giggling softly as she smiled brightly, she gathered what courage she could and pressed a small soft kiss to his cheek. he smiled at her kiss, gently turning to kiss her her again as he led her right on out of the home and down to the car, opening the door for her first in the back, sliding in beside her as his butler got into the driver seat, after shutting their door. he then started the vehicle up and took off, klaus keeping an arm around her as his free hand pulled out his cell phone as he began to make a call. "brother, meet me at the conference building in the square. just in case." Joss was escorted through the large mansion and out onto the grounds, the morning sun warming her exposed skin as they made their way to a rather expensive looking car. It fit well with the house and everything else Klause owned. Except perhaps herself, after all she was just a regular country girl there wasn't anything exquisite about her and while that had never bothered her before, it did now. As if she didn't fit into his world, which made her want to ask why he had accepted the contract. Pushing that thought to the side as now wasn't the time, she instead tilted her head and looked at him. "I didn't know that you had a brother. Will I be able to meet him or is he going to be running security?" he smiled as he looked at her and stroked her cheek. "of course, i would love for you to meet my brother. he is more laid back than i am, that much is for sure. but, i get things done and he helps me as best as i can. i actually have another brother and a sister. my sister is usually around the castle, as she lives with me from time to time, when she comes to visit family of course. she may be here as well. now her, she will love you." "Such a big family, I would love to meet them all. Especially your sister, it would be nice to have another female to hang out with from time to time." Smiling beautifully, Joss turned her attention to the window to watch the buildings pass on by. "Do you think things will get out of hand at this meeting?" he looked at her, and nodded his head at her last question. "I am sure things will get out of hand, i am sure they will attempt something even. they always do, thinking that they are stronger than me and that numbers mean anything. i will make sure you are safe of course, and we will handle anything that comes our way of course." Joss' hand found his as she intertwined their fingers. "I trust you to keep me safe. I don't know much about supernatural beings, but I do know that I belong to you in more ways than one since you have fed from me. I have no doubts in your ability to keep me safe or care for me." Smiling she laid her head on his shoulder, oddly feeling at peace as the car moved along. he smiled as he held her close and slowly wrapped an arm around her as the two held hands as well. he slowly leaned on in a bit and kissed her on the lips, looking right at her as he was doing so. it was obvious that he was comfortable,t hat much was for sure. but what got him even more, was even with what had happened to her the past few days, he could tell that she was relaxed as well. It was a wonderful silence, a comfortable one, as the car turned into what appeared to be some sort of press conference. News vans lined the street, microphones were being shoved in faces and a brief wave of anxiety washed over her as she pulled away from Klaus. As their driver pulled their car into place, the sea of reporters immediatly turned their attention to them. "I don't have to say anything to them do I?" Looking back at her owner, she wait with bated breath for his answer. She wasn't all that fond of the idea of being on TV, but if he wanted her to be then she would. he looked at her, shaking his head at her. "nonsense my dear, you dont have to say a word. i apologize, all of this is because i usually dont come out of my home. when i do, something usually happens or already happened. so, just stay close to me and just look down." he said to her with a smile as he got out and held the door open for her, a hand reaching on inside of the car to help her on out and to lead her on inside and to the conference room of course. Joss looked at his hand as she sucked in a sharp breath, steeling her nerves she slipped her hand into his and exited the car. Microphones crowded either side of them as they moved towards the rather large building. Voices tumbled over one another as each reporter shouted questions in rapid fire frantically trying to gain Klaus' attention. In a breath of a moment, it was over as the soft whirr of the air-conditioning was all she could hear as the doors shut behind them. Letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding; Joss slipped her arm in Klaus' as they made their way across the marble tiled floor heading to wherever this meeting was to take place. he slowly wrapped a arm around her waist after she removed her hand form his own, looking right at her as he slowly began to make his way to the conference room. he opened the door as the other vampires were already there, looking right at her and then at him. he went to the front, his brother elijah already there, waiting for them and for the others to do something. "dear, this is elijah, he will be here to help the meeting go as it should, just in case someone has the thought to do something stupid." he said, a little bit louder on the last part so that the other vampires were forced to hear what he had said to her. Joss looked from Klaus to Elijah, a million-watt smile spread across her full lips. Extending a hand towards her owner brother, she spoke. "It's nice to meet you, Elijah. I'm hoping this all goes smoothly so no violence is needed. I don't want anyone to get hurt at this thing." It was a pleasant enough comment. One that spoke of a general sort of peace, something that was already sort of at play as both sides came to a meeting to discuss sticking to boundaries. Glancing over her shoulder as a chill ran up her spine signaling that she was being watched, Joss locked eyes with a vampire briefly before quickly breaking eye contact. Feeling uneasy she pressed herself a little more firmly against Klaus side as she wrapped her arms around herself suddenly feeling exposed in the outfit that wore. he smiled as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her along to the table. he sat down at the head of it, and then looked at the vampires. "now, i had the meeting set to discuss what the hell is going on, what is causing you all to break the rules, break the boundaries. you are not killing, yet, but we must set these rules and follow said rules. otherwise, i will step in and you do not want that. so, speak your mind, tell me what is having you all openly defy me." Joss could still feel eyes on her and the urge to run was starting to become hard to fight off. It wasn't normal for her to be easily frightened, she had lived on a farm after all and terrible things had happened all the time. By pure will power she stayed in Klaus' grasp refusing to look for the eyes that stared at her so. Klaus spoke and the room listened, most of the creatures in the room looked up at him with devotion and loyalty."Her," it was whispered. Shock crossed most features as more eyes turned to her. "We want her. Or more specifically her blood." A tall and broad vampire made his way to the front of the crowd and stood proud before Klaus. His red eyes flicked to her again and the room shifted. Vampires began to move to strategic places as if some battle was going to break out."Why would you want me? There isn't anything special about me." Her voice was small, weak, mostly do to the shock of the knowledge that vampires were after her. She was an ordinary person, there wasn't a drop of anything magical or extraordinary in her. klaus was quick to stand up and stand in between her and him, putting her behind him. "i am only going to say and remind you of one thing. i run this town, not you. my bite, is uncurable. do you really want to try to go after something of mine and attempt to take me on? especially as my family is here as well." he said, his sister barging on in, his two other brothers moving in behind her. elijah was quick to turn to them, red eyes blaring with the veins around his eyes pulsating black. his siblings as well. the only difference? Klaus's was a bright red with yellow spots, and his hair grew as he was ready to shift to protect her.

The Contract RP

The Mystical Lake _ IC thread (Pathfinder, kinky bondage fun)

It's been a long time since all of you have had any kind of vacation. And it's about time you've had one, too; killing monsters and terrorizing peasants into giving you a year's pay for "saving" the town is hard work, after all! Thankfully, there's this nice lake in the mountains, Lake Dineah, that's supposed to have a really nice resort.It took most of the day to travel to the mountains and hike up the pass, but eventually you manage to reach the lake. Two very large and impressive-looking gates stand in front of you, right after the road splits. In the distance, beyond the gate on the left you see what looks like a large temple. A few moments after you arrive, a catgirl wearing a yukata rushes up to the group. When she stops, the robe slips open, revealing quite a bit of her large cleavage. "Hello, hello!" she shouts, grinning at the group. "Welcome to the town of Yuime! Now, just come this way and we'll get you all situated in here," she says as she begins to lead you off towards the gate."Not so fast!" comes a voice in the distance as an elf rides up to the group, coming from he left gate. "I'm sure these fine people haven't come this way to visit a town full of nothing but drunken debauchery. You've clearly come to visit the Seyrulne Temple, of course. Don't bother with that dump, as we're a much better place to sit and relax.""What? Why would they want to sit around and pray at some boring temple when they could be having fun?" the catgirl replied, glaring at the elf. "It's obvious they want to actually enjoy themselves. So come on to Yuime. We've got the best alcohol around, and better yet, one sip of the lake's water the next day will cure any hangover! Only fifty gold per ounce!""Again with exploiting the travelers! The lake water should be free to all," the elf shouted, glaring at the catgirl just as strongly. "Don't let her words trick you. For only a small donation of around one thousand gold pieces, every service we offer at the Temple, including the water, is free." Walking from place to place puts me into a rather foul mood, glaring at the others while making our way around the mountains to get at this supposed lake of wonders. The brisk cold mountain air doing little to bother me, as I am currently wearing a rather cute red and black dress, with fully exposed legs and the sides of my torso for air conditioning.Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide( nine foxfire tails waving back and forth behind me, showing off my annoyance to anyone who knows me well enough to read my moods through my tails movements."Argh! Why didn't we buy a carriage or something!? Someone is going to pay for me having to walk all day like this!" Pouting and glaring at the others even harder before we crest the last ridge and see the gates to the two lake towns. My mood instantly perking up, which makes my tails perk up as well, as I giggle in delight and scamper down the road to check this out! Getting to the catgirl first and watching the upcoming philosophical debate. All I needed to hear was talk about booze and partying and maybe something about orgies, before I giggle out even more and chase after the exposed catgirl."Oh thank you! Civilization at last! I could just kiss you from how grateful I am!"Which I promptly do, grabbing the half exposed catgirl and tonguing her mouth with tears in my eyes. Getting a nice full taste of her while idly casting charm person on her as well for added measure. Wiggling my butt back and forth as my tails dance in joy and casually light a small bush nearby on fire. (DC 17 will save.) ( ArescuLocation:The GatesTagging:Elf rider person, AhriStelian was rather surprised to see such a sudden reception to greet him. Admittedly, the dhampir would likely be more inclined towards the town, but peace and quiet (well, it was always quiet for him) at the temple didn't sound all that bad either. While he didn't hear the tone of excitement the catgirl was using, her general body language told him enough to know that she was probably a little hyperactive.Rather than trying to communicate a question with his voice, the deaf oracle instead held up a small pendant, one of many he carried. It was what appeared to be a large insect, Urgathoa's typical symbol. He pointed to it while looking quizzically at the elf, wondering if the rider would get what he was asking, and what the answer might be. If no to either, well, the town was appealing enough.The dhampir was evidently startled by the kitsune running forward and showing the catgirl her gratefulness to be back in a town again, because he gave her a rather questioning look as she ran forward. Verisira was quite pleased herself to see the signs of civilization. It would be aweful nice to be able to get in a nice hot bath and be able to look around for some rather pleasureable company for the night. What's more, the elf's smile only grew all the more wide as she looked on to see a beautiful young woman moving towards them baring a great deal of her sizable chest at the group.Just as she was about to move towards the woman a male rode in to come tell of his side. Unfortunately for him, his party didn't seem quite as entertaining as the party on the right. Verisira looked over to the man saying, "Sorry guy. Drunken debauchery isexactlywhat most people want when coming in from off the road. You may want to look into it." With that she began walking towards the woman only to see Ahri finish closing the distance to stuff the cat girl's mouth with fox tongue. It wasn't fair. The damn mage always gets to have all the fun first. Kaname stood a little bit back from her friends at first. The wind off of the lake rustled her long purple hair. Wide, dark eyes closed and she inhaled the hints of sweet water. She lifted a hand, clad in a heavy, jeweled purple gauntlet, and tucked a few locks of hair behind her ears.Glancing towards the priest thoughtfully, she pondered aloud, “Maybe they have books…”The girl had soft golden skin. Her heavy purple armor had wide pauldrons and covered just bellow her breasts. Her taut midriff and round thighs were covered only by a purple beach thong. High boots came up to her knees. A broad, heavy bastard sword slung across her back. It’s hilt ornately decorated with a golden dragon, it’s wings forming the cross guard.Her cheeks colored a little as her nine tailed friend joyfuly kissed the woman come to invite them to the resort town.Well… Dancing and singing won’t be so bad. Maybe Verisira will dance with me.Bold as she was on the battlefield, Kaname was rather shy personaly. She did a very poor job of concealing her crush on Veri, and a worse job of acting on it. (Someone really needed to teach her to relax and enjoy herself…)She walked up next to Veri and looked over at her. “If you think that’s the most fun, Veri, I’m with you.” The elf looked at the group, frowning as everyone decided to go with the catgirl. Frustrated, he turned his horse around and rode back to the gate, waiting for the next group that may want to rest in the temple. Meanwhile, the catgirl kissed Ahri back with equal passion, the charm spell working wonders with her, as she began to grind her body against the foxgirl.After a few moments of making out, she stepped away. As much as she wanted to let Ahri ravish her, she had a job to do, dangit! "Well, if you'll all come this way then, I'll show you to the town," she said as she led them to the gate, which opened to let the new visitors through. As they walked towards the town, she continued. "As I said before, Yuime is known as a large party and resort town. The lake water helps make excellent alcohol, and everything we use for it is grown right here, so there's plenty to go around! Even better, the lake water cures not only hangovers, but also any liver damage! Unfortunately, those stuffy guys at the temple think we're disrupting the peace here, so they've tried to attack us. Don't worry, our guards keep them out of the town completely."After traveling for about half a mile around the lake, the group reached a large city set in a natural valley. "Ok, here's the town. I'll guide you guys through it. First, the inns you can stay at are all scattered about. I suggest staying at this one here, the Sexy Kitten. Anyway, we've got plenty of bars around too, and they're open all day and all night. If you're interested in sex, the market has plenty of sexy slave girls, most of which were captured from the temple. Now..." she said, turning back to Ahri, "Shall we get you into your room and continue where we left off? ( ArescuLocation:The GatesTagging:Catgirl, OpenStelian shrugged indifferently at the elf's nonresponse, and followed the catgirl. Since he couldn't hear what she was saying, he instead looked around at the town to take it all in. He had to lift up his arm to shield his eyes against the light to get the most out of it. It was indeed the debauched place he had heard so much about. The real question was, where would he start first? The pale dhampir gazed out at the town. Nothing made itself readily apparent, so he pushed up the sleeve on his coat and indicated to the catgirl one of the tattoos on his forearm.This particular one was a symbol of Zura, a demon lord, and supposedly the first vampire. His arched eyebrow and nod towards the town (he hoped, anyway) would make his question clear:any like me in town?Still, to anyone capable of recognizing the other tattoos, the symbols of Nocticula and Socothbenoth in particular, both incredibly lustful demon lords, might tip off his proclivities.Stelian's TattoosThe one he's pointing to is the one on the far left. In order, they represent Zura, Abraxas, Nocticula, Orcus, and Socothbenoth; all five are demon lords, the more chaotic objects of his worship.( ( ( ( ( Casually groping and playing with my new kitty as she explains the situation, moaning and giggling in joy over how amazing this place will be! All smiles and perky tails as we make our way into the city proper and towards the Sexy Kitten. Taking a look at the building as she explains the slave market in the city, and how they get most of their stock from raiding the temple for future whores. The lake sounding good as well, as I do hope there are nude beaches! But first things first...Giving the kitten another firm and deep kiss right there in the street, reaching a paw down to her crotch and play with her pussy. Fondling her with 6 of my tails as well, as they touch her in all of the right places and caress her firmly. Each one feeling like the most perfect fluffy warm pillow ever, as I can easily tail molest anyone into a sex coma with just them."Awww, why go somewhere private? I need a new maid to do all of the chores, and I would be oh so grateful if you were to be my first slave girl..."Telling her this while casually pressing my body more onto her and feeling how wet her pussy is. The catgirl looked over at Stelian, but had no idea what any of his tattoos were, and just gave him a confused, "I'm too horny to bother thinking" look. Turning to Ahri, she smiled coyly, but shook her head. "Hm... I'd love to be with you more, foxy, but I don't think I want to be someone's slavegirl." Despite what she said, Ahri could feel her hand getting soaked from the catgirl's sex, and she started to moan softly as the tails continued to caress her body. Her kimono was hanging off her shoulders now, and would be exposing her whole top if it wasn't for all the tails in the way.A moment later, she added, "If you want to get me a maid outfit though, I'll be your maid for the day." Quote from: Sethala on 20-02-2013, 07:05:55The catgirl looked over at Stelian, but had no idea what any of his tattoos were, and just gave him a confused, "I'm too horny to bother thinking" look. Turning to Ahri, she smiled coyly, but shook her head. "Hm... I'd love to be with you more, foxy, but I don't think I want to be someone's slavegirl." Despite what she said, Ahri could feel her hand getting soaked from the catgirl's sex, and she started to moan softly as the tails continued to caress her body. Her kimono was hanging off her shoulders now, and would be exposing her whole top if it wasn't for all the tails in the way.A moment later, she added, "If you want to get me a maid outfit though, I'll be your maid for the day."Pouting down at my new chew toy, as it is always so naughty to have disobedient slaves. Still I smile down at her and give her another lewd deep kiss, adding more tails to the groping and getting all 9 in on the action. One tail snaking between her legs and under the hem of her kimono, lifting it up and exposing anyone watching her butt. Still the lewd tail keeps the kimono up as another tail follows its lead and goes between her legs, helping my paw with massaging and teasing her wet wet kitty cunt. The amazing soft and warm fur teasing her pussy directly, as I keep kissing her deeply and swallowing all of her moans into my mouth.Slowly breaking her down with my kissing and groping and tail molestation, until she gives me what I wants... Kaname’s cheeks and even abs flushed as Ahri expertly molested their guide. She was embarrassed, but she didn’t really want to look away, either.As the cat girl’s hips began to rock and her kimono slipped off under the tails, the purple haired girl wrenched her eyes away. They settled on her mute friend and she offered a cheerful smile,What had he been asking earlier?She held out her hand. A glowly purple mist flowed from her gauntlet into the form of a rectangle, then coalesced into a small chalk board with a few sticks of white chalk. She wrote on it and passed it to Stelian. It said, I’m sorry, what were you asking earlier? Perhaps we should price the slave girl’s and see if there is one to your liking? My brother has a beautiful little redhead. All the successful men in my country do. Stelian seemed a little miffed at her dismissal of his question, but decided it wasn't worth getting up in arms about.However, he smiled at Kaname's gesture, producing a chalkboard and chalk of his own from the pouch on his belt.I was asking if there were any vampires or dhampirs in town,he wrote on the slate.As for slaves, perhaps later. I'm far more interested to see if there are any of my ilk here first. Perhaps you'd like to join me?He ignored Ahri and the catgirl and walked past them, venturing into Yuime. Verisira's attitude towards the encounter involving the groups resident mage only worsened as it went on. The sight of Ahri openly ravishing the sexy young woman right there in public made the young elf even more jealous. It was just around the time that the girl offered to be her maid for the day if a uniform was provided that she had had quite enough. She sighed quite audibly and muttered, "Yeah... I really need something to drink." With that she shoved off in search of an attractive looking watering hole. The catgirl continued to moan as Ahri molested her, writhing in the foxy sorceress's grasp. Her kimono kept slipping, eventually dropping on the ground, leaving her naked and exposed except for the tails covering and massaging her body. She reached into Ahri's dress, through the openings on her sides, and began to play with the foxgirl's breasts. "I could do more for you if you took off your top..." she said as she broke off the kiss, quickly leaning in again to continue it. Quote from: Sethala on 21-02-2013, 08:09:10The catgirl continued to moan as Ahri molested her, writhing in the foxy sorceress's grasp. Her kimono kept slipping, eventually dropping on the ground, leaving her naked and exposed except for the tails covering and massaging her body. She reached into Ahri's dress, through the openings on her sides, and began to play with the foxgirl's breasts. "I could do more for you if you took off your top..." she said as she broke off the kiss, quickly leaning in again to continue it."Only if you be a good kitten and be my new pet. Come on now, you know how much fun it would be..."Adding that last part with one of the lewd tails taking the opportunity to wiggle into her pussy, teasing her delicate insides with its soft fluffy goodness. My other 8 tails dance around her and massage and molest her flesh in all the right ways, effectively blocking her from view as I let her play with my breasts for the time being. Smiling and purring down at her all the same, playing with one of her ears and looking down at her with a firm mistress glare.My butt wiggling from side to side slowly as I play with my new chew toy, not at all bothering if I am gathering a crowd from all of this molestation in public. There was indeed a small crowd watching the two, though most people simply stopped to watch for a few moments before moving on, as apparently sights like this weren't very uncommon here.The catgirl continued to moan into Ahri's kiss as the foxgirl molested her, rocking her body with the tail penetrating her. Soon, she shivered and cried out as an orgasm rocked her body, her pussy walls clamping down on Ahri's tail. "Ohh... yes, it would be fun..." she said after she could talk again. "Yes, I will. But only if I can spend time with the other ladies that are with you, too." Quote from: Sethala on 21-02-2013, 18:26:11There was indeed a small crowd watching the two, though most people simply stopped to watch for a few moments before moving on, as apparently sights like this weren't very uncommon here.The catgirl continued to moan into Ahri's kiss as the foxgirl molested her, rocking her body with the tail penetrating her. Soon, she shivered and cried out as an orgasm rocked her body, her pussy walls clamping down on Ahri's tail. "Ohh... yes, it would be fun..." she said after she could talk again. "Yes, I will. But only if I can spend time with the other ladies that are with you, too."Sliding the lewd tail out of her pussy after she has enjoyed herself. Smiling down at her and petting on her head some more like the good pet she is, giggling down and naturally agreeing with her."Oh of course you'll help when I bring boys and girls to my bed. But first things first, where do I go to get you all registered as my pet? I do need to buy that maid outfit for you as well, along with other.... accessories...>.>" Quote from: Mysterica on 20-02-2013, 17:53:18Verisira's attitude towards the encounter involving the groups resident mage only worsened as it went on. The sight of Ahri openly ravishing the sexy young woman right there in public made the young elf even more jealous. It was just around the time that the girl offered to be her maid for the day if a uniform was provided that she had had quite enough. She sighed quite audibly and muttered, "Yeah... I really need something to drink." With that she shoved off in search of an attractive looking watering hole.Thankfully for Verisira, finding a place to get a drink was easy, as there was a bar of some sort on just about every street. The place she ended up in turned out to be a fairly nice place, the type where you didn't have to worry about being robbed or having a fight break out for no reason. The bar was also pretty lively, with quite a few patrons drinking and chatting. A small stage on the back had an elven girl dancing in a very revealing outfit, much to the delight of a small crowd. Several other girls, dressed in outfits that were much less revealing but still showed plenty of leg and generous cleavage, went from table to table taking orders and delivering food and drink.A few moments after she entered, the girl on stage stopped dancing, gave a bow to the crowd, and slipped off of the stage, heading straight to an open seat on the bar.Quote from: NicciKotor on 22-02-2013, 03:28:25Sliding the lewd tail out of her pussy after she has enjoyed herself. Smiling down at her and petting on her head some more like the good pet she is, giggling down and naturally agreeing with her. "Oh of course you'll help when I bring boys and girls to my bed. But first things first, where do I go to get you all registered as my pet? I do need to buy that maid outfit for you as well, along with other.... accessories...>.>""It's in the center of town, next to the mayor's office. They can register slavegirls, give you a collar for her and everything. There's also a clothing shop nearby," the catgirl said as she smiled at Ahri, seeming to be more and more excited by the idea. Quote from: Sethala on 22-02-2013, 08:11:33"It's in the center of town, next to the mayor's office. They can register slavegirls, give you a collar for her and everything. There's also a clothing shop nearby," the catgirl said as she smiled at Ahri, seeming to be more and more excited by the idea."Very good kitten..."Smiling down at her and taking the lead to find the slavery registry. A smile and purr on my lips as I keep covering up my new chew toys nakkie flesh with my foxfire tails. Making sure to shake my butt about for added effect while walking down the road, taking stock of anything interesting going on. Verisira smiled as she walked into the bar. The place was wonderful. The atmosphere was nice, the wait staff was nice, and the girl up on stage... this was definitely the right place. Already Verisira knew that the dancer was her goal, and if she found herself lucky enough to be able to woo the girl she would certainly be in for a treat. Who better to find yourself in bed with than someone who has potentially had a century or more learning the art of love?When the elf left the stage and headed for the bar, Verisira quickly moved over to get near her, even should it mean she had to stand. Many people's attention would likely be diverted away from the elf if/when another dancer got up on stage, but in the mean time she intended to start chatting her up before anyone else swooped in on her girl. "That was wonderful." Verisira commented. "I only managed to catch the last minute or so of your act, but if what I saw was any indication then I must say that you dance every bit as well as you look, and you look absolutely divine! Can I get you a drink?" Quote from: NicciKotor on 22-02-2013, 08:18:34"Very good kitten..." Smiling down at her and taking the lead to find the slavery registry. A smile and purr on my lips as I keep covering up my new chew toys nakkie flesh with my foxfire tails. Making sure to shake my butt about for added effect while walking down the road, taking stock of anything interesting going on. The catgirl reaches down to pick up her clothing before walking off with Ahri, though she doesn't put it on again.She leads Ahri to a small ring of tents, with several wooden platforms scattered about. On several of the platforms are girls in various states of undress, most of them with a leash connecting them to wooden poles. Several of them are simply standing or sitting in place, looking around with worry, though a few seem to understand their new position and are actively trying to entice the crowd into buying them. At the center of the area is a small building with an open front, and a bearded man with a permanent scowl sitting behind a counter. "Yeah, what do you want? Buying a slave, or registering one?" he says while glaring at the two girls.Quote from: Mysterica on 22-02-2013, 15:32:00Verisira smiled as she walked into the bar. The place was wonderful. The atmosphere was nice, the wait staff was nice, and the girl up on stage... this was definitely the right place. Already Verisira knew that the dancer was her goal, and if she found herself lucky enough to be able to woo the girl she would certainly be in for a treat. Who better to find yourself in bed with than someone who has potentially had a century or more learning the art of love?When the elf left the stage and headed for the bar, Verisira quickly moved over to get near her, even should it mean she had to stand. Many people's attention would likely be diverted away from the elf if/when another dancer got up on stage, but in the mean time she intended to start chatting her up before anyone else swooped in on her girl. "That was wonderful." Verisira commented. "I only managed to catch the last minute or so of your act, but if what I saw was any indication then I must say that you dance every bit as well as you look, and you look absolutely divine! Can I get you a drink?"Verisira's guess was correct, as most of the people in the bar turned to the new woman on the stage, a tiefling in similar garb as the elf. There was an open seat next to her, and the elf looked over and smiled shyly when Verisira took a seat. She smiled again and blushed at the girl's compliments, shaking her head. "Oh, no, I'm not that good. I just started here... Melany there is much better than I am," she said, taking a look at the stage. "But yes, I would like a drink, if you're offering. My name's Rina, by the way." Looking down at the man with my patented lewd foxy smile, giving my chew toy a nice firm spank on her rear just for the fun of it."Ah yes, I would like to register my new kitten here as my slavegirl."All the while keeping my paw on her right butt cheek, letting my tails go back to normal position so anyone can see her cute nakkie flesh. I do also pay attention to these tents and the other girls waiting for the auction block, as this town is just purrrfect! The man paused and glared at the two for a bit, seemingly unimpressed by the catgirl's sudden exposure, but after a moment he nodded and pulled out some papers, as well as a metal collar and leash. "Alright, that's 250 gold pieces, and that includes registration and the collar. Other bindings or markings are your own responsibility," he said.Meanwhile, the catgirl blushed a bit at being suddenly exposed, looking around, though she seemed to enjoy the exhibition, not bothering to get dressed again. Quote from: Sethala on 23-02-2013, 22:13:28The man paused and glared at the two for a bit, seemingly unimpressed by the catgirl's sudden exposure, but after a moment he nodded and pulled out some papers, as well as a metal collar and leash. "Alright, that's 250 gold pieces, and that includes registration and the collar. Other bindings or markings are your own responsibility," he said.Meanwhile, the catgirl blushed a bit at being suddenly exposed, looking around, though she seemed to enjoy the exhibition, not bothering to get dressed again.Happily paying the nice man the gold needed for my new chew toy, casually asking him at the same time about any costume shops nearby, along with a kink store and tattoo parlor. Handing over the gold while smacking my new kittens butt once again, looking over the paperwork and filling out what needs to be filled out, so the man can get his copy for the records.Looking over the collar and seeing that the serial number matches that of the paperwork, as I go and pick it up and hand it over to my cute kitten. Telling her to snap it around her own neck and enslave herself by her own hands. ( ArescuLocation:Main SquareTagging:Kaname, OpenStelian wandered through the streets of the town, glancing back to see if Kaname was staying with him, looking for any particularly pale-skinned types who might fit a similar description to him. Of course, vampires wouldn't be out, but he knew that other dhampirs might be more willing to walk in the day. He found himself in the main square. He approached one particularly well-shaded booth and wrote up on his chalkbaord,"Is there a house of fangs nearby?" Quote from: NicciKotor on 23-02-2013, 22:28:43Happily paying the nice man the gold needed for my new chew toy, casually asking him at the same time about any costume shops nearby, along with a kink store and tattoo parlor. Handing over the gold while smacking my new kittens butt once again, looking over the paperwork and filling out what needs to be filled out, so the man can get his copy for the records. Looking over the collar and seeing that the serial number matches that of the paperwork, as I go and pick it up and hand it over to my cute kitten. Telling her to snap it around her own neck and enslave herself by her own hands. The man nodded to Ahri's question, pointing out a few shops around town. There was indeed all sorts of sexy and kinky shops, as this town is full of all kinds of kinky debauchery.The catgirl looked at the collar, back to Ahri's smiling face, and to the collar again. After a few more moments of hesitation, she placed it on her neck, locking it shut and smiling at Ahri. Quote from: Sethala on 25-02-2013, 06:31:12The man nodded to Ahri's question, pointing out a few shops around town. There was indeed all sorts of sexy and kinky shops, as this town is full of all kinds of kinky debauchery.The catgirl looked at the collar, back to Ahri's smiling face, and to the collar again. After a few more moments of hesitation, she placed it on her neck, locking it shut and smiling at Ahri.Giggling in delight and yanking on her new leash, reaching over to pet her head and spank her as well. Taking my copy of the paperwork and putting it into my magical purse, yanking on the leash some more and telling her to come along now. Pondering what to name her as we walk off and towards the tattoo place, casually molesting her with my foxfire tails."HHmmm... how about Pussy for a name, Pussy?" Quote from: Sethala on 23-02-2013, 03:34:55Verisira's guess was correct, as most of the people in the bar turned to the new woman on the stage, a tiefling in similar garb as the elf. There was an open seat next to her, and the elf looked over and smiled shyly when Verisira took a seat. She smiled again and blushed at the girl's compliments, shaking her head. "Oh, no, I'm not that good. I just started here... Melany there is much better than I am," she said, taking a look at the stage. "But yes, I would like a drink, if you're offering. My name's Rina, by the way."Verisira smiled lightly at the girl's response. This was turning out not to be quite the challenge that she had rather hoped for as the woman seemed to have a little bit of a low self esteem, but that certainly didn't mean that she was giving up the hunt, at least she has to put more effort into the chase than the horny mage. "Well Rina, I don't think you are giving yourself anywhere near enough credit. You are a far better dancer than you realize. After all, I didn't wait to see Melany dance and go sit next to her did I? Obviously you showed enough skill to impress me."Once finished, Verisira threw up two fingers to wave over the barkeep shooting him a quick "I'll have a pint of your finest mead, as well as whatever my lovely companion would like." Quote from: NicciKotor on 26-02-2013, 06:51:45Giggling in delight and yanking on her new leash, reaching over to pet her head and spank her as well. Taking my copy of the paperwork and putting it into my magical purse, yanking on the leash some more and telling her to come along now. Pondering what to name her as we walk off and towards the tattoo place, casually molesting her with my foxfire tails. "HHmmm... how about Pussy for a name, Pussy?""Oh, I like that name. Thank you, Mistress," the catgirl said, purring as she was constantly molested by the sorceress's tails.The tattoo parlor was a pretty large place, the walls covered in drawings sampling the artist's work. Two slavegirls were shackled to the wall in a spread-eagle position, their bodies covered with tattoos as more samples. A moment after entering the shop, the owner came out from the backroom. She wasn't covered in as many tattoos as the slavegirls, mostly just a few on her arms and legs, but it looked like those she had were done by herself as well. "Another new owner, hm?" she asked as she saw Ahri come in with Pussy. "Alright, what can I get for you?" Giving Pussy another grope with my paw on the butt as I look over the display kittens and one of the tattoo artists. Giving her a wink and a smile, leaning in closer to her and waving my tails about for added effect. Not bothering to charm this one this time around, since they are providing a very important service and they deserve to be paid. Thinking this over while grabbing Pussy and presenting her butt to the artists.Spanking it one more time and lifting up her tail for added measure,"Hmmm, how about a nice tattoo right here on her right butt cheek that reads, "Please, Spank Me!"."Twirling her around and fondling her left breast as well, telling the artist that I want a character of myself on top of her left teat, along with, "Property of Ahri", above her pussy and her name on her right side of her face.Also telling her that I want some lewd tattoos myself, asking for the same spank me tattoo on my right butt cheek, along with "Pussy's Mistress" inked above my own cunt. Also asking if she is capable of animated tattoos, as I would just love to get one of a nine tail fox scampering around on my flesh. Quote from: Mysterica on 26-02-2013, 07:20:40Verisira smiled lightly at the girl's response. This was turning out not to be quite the challenge that she had rather hoped for as the woman seemed to have a little bit of a low self esteem, but that certainly didn't mean that she was giving up the hunt, at least she has to put more effort into the chase than the horny mage. "Well Rina, I don't think you are giving yourself anywhere near enough credit. You are a far better dancer than you realize. After all, I didn't wait to see Melany dance and go sit next to her did I? Obviously you showed enough skill to impress me."Once finished, Verisira threw up two fingers to wave over the barkeep shooting him a quick "I'll have a pint of your finest mead, as well as whatever my lovely companion would like.""I'll take my usual wine," Rina called out to the barkeep before turning back to Verisira. "Thank you..." she said in a near-whisper, and the woman could tell that she was truly thankful for the compliments. "It's just... I always see such larger crowds for the other girls. I mean, I don't want to brag but I know I'm good at what I do. But it seems like it's not enough."When the drinks came, Rina started to sip hers, enjoying the taste of the wine. "By the way, I don't think I got your name." Quote from: NicciKotor on 27-02-2013, 02:36:07Giving Pussy another grope with my paw on the butt as I look over the display kittens and one of the tattoo artists. Giving her a wink and a smile, leaning in closer to her and waving my tails about for added effect. Not bothering to charm this one this time around, since they are providing a very important service and they deserve to be paid. Thinking this over while grabbing Pussy and presenting her butt to the artists. Spanking it one more time and lifting up her tail for added measure, "Hmmm, how about a nice tattoo right here on her right butt cheek that reads, "Please, Spank Me!"." Twirling her around and fondling her left breast as well, telling the artist that I want a character of myself on top of her left teat, along with, "Property of Ahri", above her pussy and her name on her right side of her face. Also telling her that I want some lewd tattoos myself, asking for the same spank me tattoo on my right butt cheek, along with "Pussy's Mistress" inked above my own cunt. Also asking if she is capable of animated tattoos, as I would just love to get one of a nine tail fox scampering around on my flesh.The woman listened and nodded to Ahri's requests, considering things. "Yes, I can do all of that," she said once the foxgirl was finished. "I'll do your slave first, since I can leave her strapped in while I do yours. Come on over here..." she said as she led Pussy to the back room, where three chairs sat waiting for customers, all of them with plenty of leather straps to hold unwilling customers in place, and small padlocks sitting nearby to make sure they couldn't escape.Some time later, the artist finished with the tattoos on Ahri and Pussy, letting the foxgirl examine the work before asking up for payment. Once she was done, she let Pussy out of her restraints and showed the two of them out of her shop, wanting them to get going already so she could move on to the next customer wanting slutty tattoos. Verisira took a healthy quaff of her mead when the drinks arrived as listened well to what her drinking companion had to say. "Well, don't worry too much. People don't know what they want to see. And if nothing else, just think about the fact that you will long out live the others and it will help things along. Either way, my name is Verisira." Quote from: Sethala on 27-02-2013, 09:01:46The woman listened and nodded to Ahri's requests, considering things. "Yes, I can do all of that," she said once the foxgirl was finished. "I'll do your slave first, since I can leave her strapped in while I do yours. Come on over here..." she said as she led Pussy to the back room, where three chairs sat waiting for customers, all of them with plenty of leather straps to hold unwilling customers in place, and small padlocks sitting nearby to make sure they couldn't escape.Some time later, the artist finished with the tattoos on Ahri and Pussy, letting the foxgirl examine the work before asking up for payment. Once she was done, she let Pussy out of her restraints and showed the two of them out of her shop, wanting them to get going already so she could move on to the next customer wanting slutty tattoos.Purring out in delight with Pussy in tow, yanking on her leash after putting on my clothes and covering up my butt and back tattoo for the most part. Going to need some more sexy clothes for myself and my pet, while walking down the road and looking for the piercing store. Asking Pussy about what sort of lewd rings she wants in her flesh, as she needs more tie off points on her body for later bondage. Quote from: TheRaven on 23-02-2013, 23:01:10( Stelian ArescuLocation: Main SquareTagging: Kaname, OpenStelian wandered through the streets of the town, glancing back to see if Kaname was staying with him, looking for any particularly pale-skinned types who might fit a similar description to him. Of course, vampires wouldn't be out, but he knew that other dhampirs might be more willing to walk in the day. He found himself in the main square. He approached one particularly well-shaded booth and wrote up on his chalkbaord, "Is there a house of fangs nearby?"The girl sitting at the booth smiled and said something to Stelian, though he couldn't hear what she said. She looked at the chalkboard for a moment, confused at first, but soon realizing what he meant. Shrugging, she shook her head and gave him an apologetic smile, though it did seem she knew what he was referring to.Quote from: Mysterica on 28-02-2013, 10:53:21Verisira took a healthy quaff of her mead when the drinks arrived as listened well to what her drinking companion had to say. "Well, don't worry too much. People don't know what they want to see. And if nothing else, just think about the fact that you will long out live the others and it will help things along. Either way, my name is Verisira.""Well, thank you, Verisira," she said, smiling a bit. By now she had downed half her glass, and was noticeably more comfortable. She continued to make some small talk, chatting about her job as a dancer and the rest of the city, though it was mostly just friendly small talk. She ordered a few more drinks for herself, and was starting to get a bit tipsy as the two continued to talk. Quote from: NicciKotor on 01-03-2013, 03:02:55Purring out in delight with Pussy in tow, yanking on her leash after putting on my clothes and covering up my butt and back tattoo for the most part. Going to need some more sexy clothes for myself and my pet, while walking down the road and looking for the piercing store. Asking Pussy about what sort of lewd rings she wants in her flesh, as she needs more tie off points on her body for later bondage. Pussy smiled and purred as her Mistress looked around for a piercing shop. "I think there's one over here," she said, leading Ahri over to another of the buildings in town. Inside looked like most jewelry shops, with items for sale on display on the counters, though all of them were piercings of various types, with a large section of rather lewd piercings. "Hm? Ah, more customers..." said the catgirl behind the counter, standing up and stretching. "Well, what can I get for you?""Mistress, I want some rings for my nipples," Pussy whispered, looking around at the different jewelry "And maybe something for my clit. What do you think looks good?" The purple haired girl felt sorrow well up in her for her friend. What was it like for him? Stuck between the worlds of monster and human in a way few could understand. Did anyone on either side of his heritage really understand him? She knew she didn’t. But that was an empathic thing, too. Her gift was so rare that next to no one really knew what it felt like to do what she could do. No one really understood how what she’d discovered inside of her had turned a modest and proper girl into the wild hearted adventuring woman she sometimes found burning out of herself.Kaname stepped up beside Stelian and took his arm. Her wide, dark eyes—strangely innocent in spite of the company she kept and borderline evil things she did—looked into his and she smiled. She spoke, hoping he could read her lips, but prepared to conjure another chalk board from ectoplasam. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.” ( ArescuLocation:Main SquareTagging:Kaname, OpenThe dhampir sighed with exasperation.No, I didn't suppose so,he thought. Kaname's suggestion, however, seemed to visibly perk him up. He wrote on the chalkboard,"Anywhere you'd like to go in particular? Bar? Club?"After considering for a moment he added another."Brothel?"He felt a bit bad for her. She tried to be good, but her company considered... well, her usual company wasn't exactly the paragon of virtue, himself included. Most people looked down on necromancers who raised the dead, something he did somewhat frequently. Stelian gave her a wry smile and waited for her response. Kaname blushed at the suggestion of a brothel, a look that was hard to believe from a girl who dressed so skimpily and carried herself with such pride.She didn’t look so bold for a moment, but rather like a nervous teenager. The purple haired girl chewed on her lower lip, then nodded firmly and replied, “All right. Let’s find some place with good drinks and pretty dancing girls. I think I’d like that.”

The Mystical Lake _ IC thread (Pathfinder, kinky bondage fun)

The Forgotten Lands of Enon (Roleplay Thread)

(|| Map (|| NPC List (|| Accepted Characters (|| Bestiary & Races (|| Discord ( Toni Forest, ThaleDirections: North, Northeast, Northwest, South, Southeast, Southwest, East, WestNPCs: NoneTags: Johnathon, Tamina, MatthewWhat can you remember?The biting cold of stone under your fingertips, the glimmer of gold in the sunlight, and the image of a woman frozen in time. Then, nothing. When you awaken, what you see is a lush forest surrounding you. At first, your hazy mind will think it is the same forest where you found the stone statue of an unknown woman. Quickly you will piece together the reality of your situation.Towering trees blot out the sunlight with their thick, rich canopies. Moss and ivy climb up the trunks, weaving through the nests of mushrooms protruding from pits in the bark. Bushels of flowers bloom at their bases, reaching for the vines draped over their brawny arms while their roots curl from beneath the earth. Shrill birdsong from the flitting pygmy gryphons echo through the forest. Through your eyes, it seems like you stepped through a painting. Beneath your palms is a dirt path growing with weeds from lack of use. However, the statue that brought you here was nowhere to be seen. But you were not alone. Others have traveled here from your world, sprawled out beside you.A few feet away stood a sign that read:North - Warry KeepEast - EnfallsWest - EglallorHere begins your adventure... ( KönigJob:Ballet DancerSkills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solvingInventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissuesCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, ClaireImmaculately painted nails travelled over fallen leaves and a quiet groan disturbed the sounds of birds chirping in the trees. Everything hurt. It felt as if she had suffered from one of those unbelievably long days of rehearsal, but only that her mind had been wiped clean as well. Tamina felt a cold breeze caressing her face and she groaned once more, feeling as if she was waking up from a brutal hangover. What was the last thing she remembered?Yes, she had been wandering the forest around the Lorelei cliff, looking out for some hints of the myth. It had been a Sunday – usually her only day off in the week – so she had taken it upon herself to travel to the place where the myth about the siren who sang several captains to their miseries. But as usual, her feet had carried her away from the most popular attraction into the woods right next to the small village adjacent to the cliff. The weather had been beautiful, the sun sometimes hidden by clouds while a soft breeze was whiffing through the trees and over the bushes. She had purposely avoided the main paths in order to find some time alone.But the deeper she had marched into the woods, her sneakers crushed branches and leaves, the sunlight no longer being able to fight its way through the dense treetops. It was getting colder, but Tamina had not cared about that. It was as if something had been pulling her… deeper and longer she marched through Germany’s mostly untouched wilderness. Was she deceiving herself? Had she heard a song, calling for her to move closer? But whatever it was, she had felt bewitched. And when the sun had completely set, the redhead stopped to look around herself. She had felt lost… Until she turned around, seeing stone embed into a massive tree next to a pond. With eyes wide, she had approached the tree and had reached out to touch it. Close up, though, she had seen that it was not a simple stone, but rather an entire statue. And then everything had gone black.Tamina finally had enough strength to open her eyes to see what had happened. At first, she still thought that she was in the forest in the Lorelei area, just having fainted for some reason. Her hand reached out for the backpack which was lying next to her and she pushed herself up to see what was going on.The girl thought that it was a bad joke.Has anyone kidnapped me?She scanned her surroundings carefully, breathing in the fresh air while trying to make out where she was. Quickly, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to see if maybe Google Maps knew where she was. Unfortunately for her, her phone did not pick up any signal at all. Tamina slowly rose up to her feet and slung the backpack around her shoulders. She took a step back and almost fell over again – there was someone else there! She spun around and saw that there were two men lying on the ground, unconscious just as she had been. One was blonde, muscular… he looked almost brutal. The other had black hair and a darker skin color, probably not from Europe by the looks of it.”Ich muss verrückt sein… Das ist doch wohl ein Traum…”*The dancer muttered to herself, checking her phone again – just in case! But there was still nothing. She saw the signs with words she had never seen before:Warry Keep, Enfalls, Eglallor.Perhaps she was in some sort of amusement park? Maybe it was even best to walk around on her own? No, it was better to wait for the two strangers to wake up. Perhaps they knew what was going on and could help her. She certainly did not fancy getting hurt or kidnapped because she was wandering around on her own. So, she just moved her backpack to her front again and slid down against the nearest tree, waiting for any sign of consciousness from the men.*TranslationI must be crazy… This better be a dream… ( GarrissonJob:Con artistSkills/Abilities:Smooth talker, street fighting, area perception, first aid, estimationInventory: ID, money, keys, lighter, cigarettes, his cellphone and business cardsCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Tamina, Johnathon<6 hours ago>"You want a smoke ? you are thirsty, little Matt ?...How long has it been ? "A shadowy figure was standing in the middle of a humid basement, decorated with washing machines placed against the lateral walls, which were making a repetitive, cycling sound. Matthew Garrisson was sitting in the middle of the said room, a bulb light dancing above him. His head moved up, so as to look at the man in a suit, who had spoken.Matthew replied, with a hoarse voice, quicker than the last man present in the basement, who was sitting on one of the washing machine."37 minutes...""The heck ? are you counting each seconds passed with us ?"said the standing thug. He approached from Matthew and grabbed his chin, before pushing it on one side violently."No..."Matt replied,"one washing cycle is about 30 minutes on these model, and we...""Shut up, pal." said the man sitting on the side."For your own good, shut up."Matthew was not restrained, he was simply forced to stay on the chair, and was trying to forget about the effect of the punches in his chest."You messed with the wrong person, mate. You know what happens to the dog who bites its owner ?"said the thug who sent his head spinning."Enlighten me."Matthew replied."We take out its teeth..." was the reply Matthew was offered. Soon both thugs closed on him."I'll hold him."said the costumed one.<1 hour ago>A car stopped on the tortuous road circling around Arthur's seat, in Holyrood Park. At that time of the night, the area was deserted, and forbidden to any vehicles. But the people Matt had gambled with, did not care about the laws. They did worse things than entering a prohibited area, and Matthew did not count on the police to intervene, should they spot their car. He had probably gone too far, and his luck had vanished for good this time.Not only he will have to pay his debt in the next few days, but his reputation in Edinburgh was going to suffer from this last job. Matt was thrown out of the car, and stumbled on the road.The pain in his back was intense, but he would deal with it, so as to avoid offering any satisfaction to the two men who brought him here."24 hours, Garrisson."they said before leaving.And now, the myst was falling in the park, giving to the night an eerie atmosphere.Matthew started walking randomly, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, to gain protection against the cold. Every steps he took, made him wince, as his clothes moved against the burning skin in his back.After a while, the soreness of his muscles took the best of Matthew's will, and he scanned the park to find some sort of shelter, and rest a little. This area was a concentration of hills, with very little vegetation. There were rocks, here and there, and within the fog that had formed, Matthew found a stone bigger than the others.As he approached, it became clear that this was not a rock, or a tree, but a statue. Something the man born in Edinburgh, never saw before.It was gigantic, and all form of pain left Matthew as he approached from the ominous figure of a woman, holding a spear or a staff. It was made of stone, yet remarkably old.Both the night and the myst prevented Matthew to have a clear view of the woman, the only thing he could deduce was that it was Greek, or Latin...or...ancient.He sat at the statue's feet, and pulled out his cell phone. No network available. Odd again.Matt leaned his back against the stone, and closed his eyes. He need to rest a little.<Now...or later>His eyes fluttered open, and he rolled on his side, grunting.It took a few seconds for Matt to have his eyes focus and offer an accurate idea of where he was.The sun was high. The grass was high, uncut. He moved clumsily on his feet, as if he had a hangover, and the scenery seemed to spin, while he was at its center."What the..." he started.This was not Holyrood Park. This was a forest, with high trees. The smell was different, richer, more diverse. The air was not as cold as in Edinburgh, and there was no sound at all that reminded him of a large city.-”Ich muss verrückt sein… Das ist doch wohl ein Traum…”-Matthew turned in the direction of the voice speaking in German.There was a woman there, looking as panicked as him.He was in Germany ?Well at least, he was not alone. He rose his hands up, palm offered, as a friendly sign."Ok. Who are you ? You speak English right ? Did you bring me here ?" Matthew looked past her, and noticed the signs :"Warry Keep, Enfalls, Eglallor"This was not Germany.And she could not have been responsible for his presence here, or else she would not look so afraid.There was another man laid against the earth, that Matt did not know.Matthew checked his cell phone, pulling it out of the pockets of his leather jacket. No network available. Odd aga-in..."Bollocks. Listen, I need your cellphone."he said."Cell-pho-ne ?"He showed his own device, unable to connect, and gestured for hers."Come on, I had 24 hours..." ( bra, spandex shorts, menstral cup, underwear, backpack( Kelly(#msg15790652)Role:NAJob:StudentSkills/Abilities: Physics, Mathmatics, Outdoorsy Skills, DanceInventoryOn PersonSports braUnderwareSpandex shortsMenstrual cupWool socksHiking bootsPocket knife (clipped to shorts)Cell phoneKey chain with pepper sprayCompass/whistle (on a string around her neck)BackpackIn Backpacking BagGeneral:Sleeping bagTentAir matDeck of cardsTrail mapSupplies:FlashlightBattery packSolar chargerNumerous carabinersFlint and SteelFirst aid kitJar of sunscreenSeveral long lengths of ropeBiodegradable soapBiodegradable toilet paperTrowelFood:Bear canMess kitPropane stove and fuelWater filterLarge water bottleTrail mixPack of instant mash potatoesAstroghnaught ice creamA roll of garlic breadSpare Clothes: Several pairs of wool socks2 changes of underwear1 tank top1 long sleeve shirt1 pair of warm leggings1 sweatshirtNumerous hair tiesCurrent AreaToni Forest, ThaleTags:Johnathon, Tamina, Matthew<4 Hours Previously>Claire wakes up to the early morning chill in her tent she was sharing with Theresa and groggily gets out of the sleeping bag, grabs her sweatshirt she had stuffed at the bottom and throws it on. Unzipping the tent she slid her shoes on and went to go pee in the nearby bushes. That done Claire washed her hands in the stream just downhill from their camp and grabbed the collapsible bucket from Emily's bag and filtered water into it. Lowering the bear can from the tree Claire got out the parts for the breakfast burritos, set up the stove and set to work prepping breakfast for her and her friends on the third day of their fifty-mile backpacking trip.<20 Minutes Previously>Michael was leading the group along the trail when Claire dismissed herself to go to the bathroom. While off from the group she noticed a strange rock formation not far off and she went to check it out before grabbing the others. Letting out a gasp of astonishment as she saw a towering gold-flecked stone woman with ivy twined across her body. Touching the smooth stone surface she felt a tug on her consciousness then she blacked out.<Present>Claire awoke amid the forest clearing, but as she looked around the distinctly were not the familiar fir and oak trees that had surrounded her moments before. Quickly she glanced up trying to get a gauge for the time and checked her compass she had around her neck. Then with a start, she noticed that a little ways off there was a man asleep on the ground and another brandishing his cell phone at a woman who seemed just as lost and befuddled as she was. Walking over with her hand on the pepper spray on her keychain Claire called out "Hello there! Any idea where we are? Or well, why the trees are so different and where my group is?"As she called out to the group the sleeping man began to stir and seemed just as lost as the rest of them and she noted with some approval as he checked himself for injuries, a smart reaction in her judgment. He seemed to be asserting that they were in Yosemite, but the trees did not match what she was familiar with from her climb of Halfdome spring break prior. Taking note of her attire he asked her about where she was headed. Hesitating briefly over telling a stranger her destination while separated from her friends Claire quickly decided she had bigger problems at the moment. Walking closer, but keeping a safe distance Claire replied to the man's questions, "Yeah, me and my friends were on the Pacific Crest Trail near Lake Chelan heading up to the border. Clearly, you were in Yosemite, she sounds German? Maybe Dutch? Regardless, it would appear that we all came from different places. That being the case, I am either unconscious, drugged, abducted, or something really exciting has happened and something supernatural, using the beyond current understanding definition, has occurred! Honestly, I am unsure which option I prefer as while exciting and potentially a good Doctoral Thesis, the last is the most problematic for what to do next. While the others are more depressing and probably psychologically scarring, find our way homes, go to therapy and we are good to go. ( Williams (#msg15784242)Job:Science ConsultantSkills/Abilities:art, de-escalation, finding patterns, physically fitInventory:Backpack: pb&j sandwich, two bags of chips, 1 jar of m&ms, 3 bottles of water, hoodie, pocket leatherman, mini monocular telescope (200 ft), nature journal kit (art supplies), wallet, phone, keysCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:All who awakenJohnathon groaned. Why was he hearing voices? He stirred awake, uncharacteristically groggy. Why was he asleep? Confusion set upon him when he realized something wasn't right. He lay quiet, taking mental inventory of his physical state. Everything seemed fine. He could wiggle extremities and his back was sore, but only as if he had slept wrong. But he hadn't been sleeping - he had been hiking. With a deep sigh, Johnathon picked himself off the ground to stand, moving slowly in case he had been injured. He assumed he had fallen on his way to get a closer look at the statue. It must have been quite a fall to knock him unconscious. Were the voices a rescue party? How long had he been out?He turned to look at the men and women around him, instantly recognizing that they weren't search and rescue. In fact, they looked how he felt. He reached up to gingerly touch his temple, wondering how hard he had hit his head. Aside from a growing state of bewilderment though, he felt fine."We're in Yosemite," he replied, but as soon as the words left his lips he knew it was a lie. These weren't ponderosa pines or giant sequoias that surrounded them. And what was that call? Certainly no owl. "I was in Yosemite," he said, this time more to himself. He looked to the left and right, adjusting the pack on his back as he tried to contain a rising sense of panic. Was he still asleep? This was not where he had been. There wasn't even a statue.The need for a cigarette overtook him. Why had he decided to quit? He rubbed his hands together for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. He looked at Claire. "Backpacker?" he asked. "Where are you headed?" His days of backpacking were long behind him, but he recognized the look. Had she been in Yosemite? A chill of fear overtook him. Had she been somewhere else? The thought was absurd. He looked at the others. What was going on? ( KönigJob:Ballet DancerSkills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solvingInventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissuesCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, ClaireTamina tilted her head to the side as the people around her slowly woke up, clearly as confused as she was. She tightened her arms around the backpack and rose back up to her feet when Matthew opened his eyes, looking around where he was. She swallowed hard and did not say anything else – primarily because she had no clue what to say anyway. A part of her still wanted to believe that this was all a bad dream, but it just felttoo realto actually be a dream. She watched the Scot get up on his feet, and just like her, how he checked his phone to get some signals.”Yes, I –“The redhead narrowed her eyes as he completely ignored her to look past her, his eyes focusing on the signs leading to some… imaginary places. Did he not just ask her a question? Sure, she might have spoken German before, but asking her a question and then not even waiting for an answer. Slowly, the woman dropped her cautious attitude and slung her backpack back over her shoulders, her eyes narrowing at the man. What was this guy’s deal? She just rose an eyebrow at him as he asked for her cellphone in, at least for Tamina, the most condescending way possible.”Do you think I’m an idiot?”She snapped at him, scoffing and shaking her head. Tamina saw that the other two on the ground, a woman and another man, were starting to gain back their consciousness. She then turned her attention towards the blond man in front of her.”Of course I can speak English, thank you for asking in the first place. And no, my phone has no signal out here as well. Bummer. Looks like you need more than 24 hours for whatever you wanted to do then.”Tamina said with an over-exaggerated smile, waving her phone in front of his face before turning around to the other two. It looked like they were all coming from different places all over the world, brought here to that spot. She frowned and tried to think clearly, her rational brain fighting for a good explanation. How could that possibly happen? What did they all have in common?”At least we can all communicate with each other.”She stated to all, giving Matthew the briefest look of sarcasm, before turning back to the entire group.”My name is Tamina. Maybe we can start by introducing ourselves to each other? That would maybe make it easier to decide what we are going to do. Because I have no idea how we got here. The last thing I can remember is the… the statue. Touching the statue in that forest…” ( JacksonJob:StockmanSkills/Abilities:Stockmanship, Stalking, Bushcraft, Shooting, CookingInventory:Rifle, Hunting gear, Day packCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, TaminaMatt wasted little time checking himself over when he awoke. Right away, it was immediately obvious that he was nowhere near where he'd blacked out. For one, the statue was gone. For another, the forest was different, unlike anything Matt had ever seen. He didn't recognize any of the trees, which immediately told him something was very, very wrong. It was also far warmer than it should have been, and the trees had healthy green leaves on them. Nothing like the golds and reds he'd have expected of autumn. It would be at this point that a normal person would probably start to panic. But Matt was anything but normal. A knot of concern formed in his stomach, sure, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Instead, he set about checking his rifle and pack. No issues. That was good. He had an emergency beacon in his bag, and survival gear as well. And with his rifle he could hunt, assuming this forest had game... The thought cheered him; he felt confident he had at least a few days up his sleeve. Things could be much worse.First things first, he needed to establish some bearings. Usually that would mean finding high ground but... the only high ground around was the trees. And if he wanted to use a tree as a lookout, he'd need to find a stinking huge one, or he wouldn't even be able to see over the treetops anyway. But maybe he'd be able to spot a landmark at least, in order to orient himself. Else he was liable to simply spend his time wandering around in circles. A trickle of sweat came off his brow, reminding him just how warm it was. Wherever he was, he was greatly overdressed. dropping his backpack to the ground, he hastily pulled off his Jersey and stuffed it away into his now bulging bag, before placing it at the trunk of the largest tree he could see. His rifle joined it moments later.Freed of his impedances and feeling somewhat cooler, he set his eyes upon the challenge of the tree, trying to work out the easiest route to climb before he even started. When was the last time he'd tried to climb a tree anyway? When he was twelve? Not for a very long time anyway...A short while later found Matt breathing somewhat rougher, but much better informed. He had a direction to travel in now, and as long as the smoke held up, a landmark. What's more, he knew there were other people nearby. Perhaps he wouldn't need the beacon after all. He could just walk out. With those thoughts in mind, he set out in the direction of the smoke, and almost immediately tripped over a group of people.It was a shrill, female voice that first alerted him to their presence, carrying on the wind from just over a gentle rise. Her voice seemed agitated, as she berated some poor sod. Matt didn't make any attempt to hide his presence as he approached. He wouldn't have needed to anyway, with the girl drawing all attention to her. Matt briefly considered avoiding them. He could just walk away, and they'd never be any the wiser. But no. He didn't know what was going on, but they didn't seem threatening. Two men and two women. Nothing untoward about any of them, and no visible weapons either. He tried not to stare at the girls as he approached. Goddamn. They werehot. Even the angry one. Even Ellie would've looked like a troll by comparison. It was like looking at the goddamn sun.So instead, he focussed on the two men. They were safe. One even looked like a fellow kiwi, at least in passing. The other looked considerably less friendly, but hewasbeing berated, so that was fair enough in Matt's mind. He caught the fellow's eye and gave him a small smile that he hoped was non-threatening. He was armed after all. Wouldn't want to spook them. Meanwhile, the girl had apparently switched to introductions? Matt was close enough now to catch her words clearly. A statue huh? looks like they were probably in the same boat then. When he'd come across the statue, it had been quite the surprise. He didn't know what it was doing there, but ancient statues had no business being buried in the New Zealand wilderness..."Uh,"Matt broke his silence hesitantly."I found a statue too. Dunno where the fuck this is, but I'm pretty sure it's not New Zealand. And, uh... there's smoke in that direction."Matt shrugged in the rough direction of the smoke. Given that he didn't have any way of telling his bearings, it was the best he could do."I'm going to check it out. Smoke means more people. You guys can tag, if you want.Matt wasn't sure if he'd find answers at the smoke, or just more... survivors? That wasn't quite right. Travellers then? Travellers. Either way, it was something. He didn't really care if they came or not. As long as he wasn't standing around burning daylight. ( GarrissonJob:Con artistSkills/Abilities:Smooth talker, street fighting, area perception, first aid, estimationInventory: ID, money, keys, lighter, cigarettes, his cellphone and business cardsCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Tamina, Johnathon, Claire, MJMatthew's eyes focused on the signs and on the destinations they seem to indicate.Unlike asian signs, these were scriptures he could read, and from them he could make words. Although these assembled words were unknown places, at least the alphabet in this area of the world was something he could comprehend. Matthew was focused on the signs, but in order to see if they were painted, carved, old or just recently added, he'll have to get a closer look.Still, the comments of the woman who had awaken before him, made him wince.-"Do you think I'm an idiot ?"...”Of course I can speak English, thank you for asking in the first place. And no, my phone has no signal out here as well. Bummer. Looks like you need more than 24 hours for whatever you wanted to do then.”-"I did not say that, Miss. As for whatever I had to do during these 24 hours... Bummer. It's none of your business, and it's probably too innocent for you to hear."Matthew scoffed, and immediately regretted it as the lacerated flesh in his back contacted his clothes, radiating with a burning pain to the rest of his being.He started walking, towards the signs, noticing that the man who had been laying next to him finally rose on his feet. Before the latter could speak, another woman entered the area where Matthew, Tamina and now Johnathon were.-"Hello there! Any idea where we are? Or well, why the trees are so different and where my group is?"-Matthew turned around, and rubbed his eyes. Yosemite, Germany, Pacific Crest Trail...and he was in Edinburgh.-”At least we can all communicate with each other.”...”My name is Tamina. Maybe we can start by introducing ourselves to each other? That would maybe make it easier to decide what we are going to do. Because I have no idea how we got here. The last thing I can remember is the… the statue. Touching the statue in that forest…”-What were the odds for Tamina to touch a statue before falling asleep, and waking up in another place. Just like him ? Not much.The mental equilibrium of Matthew threatened to collapse when another man appeared from behind the trees, wearing warm clothes, carrying a riffle, mentioning New Zealand and speaking about a statue as well.They were coming from too many distant places, in which a statue was the last thing they remembered of.Matthew knew his geography, and to imagine a place equidistant from all these locations -where they stood now- implied a travel of several hours, even several days, by the air.He scanned around him, no traces of car tracks. The vegetation was dense, untouched, preventing an event such as a chopper or plane landing. The pain in his back reminded him that he had not been gone for too long, since he had not healed.And he was not dreaming, drunk nor drugged.This was supernatural. When there were no logical reasons to explain what happens, and all point to impossible things. The only thing that remained was the supernatural or a fucking incredible virtual reality technology he had been plunged into.Either way, what was happening was beyond reasons."Psycho Dora, Pepper spray Dora and Diego. Meet the cowboy." Matthew said."Now that the presentations are done...I do not find any logical explanations to what happens, beside more-than-human technology or supernatural. I laid at the feet of a statue as well, in Edinburgh, and I woke up here. The time that had passed is not very long. Whoever has planned all this, or whoever lives here, uses our alphabet. So effectively, maybe we could communicate with them."He observed the man with the rifle who had talked about the smoke, and the fact he was going to check it out.Matthew trusted none of them. Except maybe Tamina, who talked to him the most genuinely possible, without calculations.The cowboy was going to find more people without thinking about the beginning of a plan. He looked like a hunter, though, and should know about finding tracks or covering his.To Matthew, this resembled to another one of these gambles he was used to take."North - Warry Keep, East - Enfalls, West - Eglallor."Matthew repeated.The Highlander looked up, covering his eyes to figure out where the sun was, how high it was, and where the scruffy weaponized man was heading.East.Matthew looked at the three backpackers."He's going East, to Enfalls. I'm going to tag him, I'm too curious to see who lives here, and yes, fire means people...or let's say, life." - he turned to look at MJ-"I don't trust you cowboy, of course. And that is no surprise, no one here should trust each others based solely on their speech. The only thing that comfort me, is that you are not equipped for this climate and seem as lost as us. Under any other circumstances, I would have shut up, but maybe, we should stick together ? Psycho ? Pepper spray ? Diego ? what do you think ?" ( bra, spandex shorts, menstral cup, underwear, backpack( Kelly(#msg15790652)Role:NAJob:StudentSkills/Abilities: Physics, Mathmatics, Outdoorsy Skills, DanceInventoryOn PersonSports braUnderwareSpandex shortsMenstrual cupWool socksHiking bootsPocket knife (clipped to shorts)Cell phoneKey chain with pepper sprayCompass/whistle (on a string around her neck)BackpackIn Backpacking BagGeneral:Sleeping bagTentAir matDeck of cardsTrail mapSupplies:FlashlightBattery packSolar chargerNumerous carabinersFlint and SteelFirst aid kitJar of sunscreenSeveral long lengths of ropeBiodegradable soapBiodegradable toilet paperTrowelFood:Bear canMess kitPropane stove and fuelWater filterLarge water bottleTrail mixPack of instant mash potatoesAstroghnaught ice creamA roll of garlic breadSpare Clothes: Several pairs of wool socks2 changes of underwear1 tank top1 long sleeve shirt1 pair of warm leggings1 sweatshirtNumerous hair tiesCurrent AreaToni Forest, ThaleTags:Johnathon, Tamina, Matthew, MattPeople seemed to just be making up decisions and rushing off without taking the time to take their bearings. After the men made up the decision to start chasing off to the smoke, she turned to the German girl who had introduced to herself as Tamina and introduced herself "Hi Tamia, I am Claire. I'm not sure what has happened but based on that sign and the fantasy style names on it and the fact that my compass is just wildly spinning, we may be in for more than we realize. We can follow Jerkface over there" nodding over at Mathew, "and the hunter man or we can try and take things a bit more carefully. ( Williams (#msg15784242)Job:Science ConsultantSkills/Abilities:art, de-escalation, finding patterns, physically fitInventory:Backpack: pb&j sandwich, two bags of chips, 1 jar of m&ms, 3 bottles of water, hoodie, pocket leatherman, mini monocular telescope (200 ft), nature journal kit (art supplies), wallet, phone, keysCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:All who awakenJohnathon didn't know where Lake Chelan was, but he knew where it was not and it was certainly not where he had been. He listened as Claire listed out her theories on what had happened, shaking his head in the negative. He wanted to tell her that the choices were ridiculous, but there was no denying their strange circumstances. A tendril of fear began to sprout, but instead of acting contrary, he cleared his throat. "That's quite a rationale response," he complimented. It calmed his own nerves; there was no need to be the hysterical one. No one else was in a panic. In fact, everyone else seemed to be ready to take action and make sense of their situation while he wanted to remain stubbornly in shock. After a short wave of introductions and decision making, he lamely called out "My name is Johnathon." He looked down at the ground; they were on a trail and following a sign post. Surely that could lead to a clarification of their circumstances?On the one hand, he wanted to follow. There was safety in numbers and the group seemed to share a common confusion about their situation. On the other hand... He looked to the women. They were so young. Rather, more appropriately, he was so much older. But he still felt the need to voice a concern; the two men struck strait-lace Johnathon as the type of men to be wary of. Given time, he could have described why their rough edges made him cautious - it was something he had seen before - but they didn't have time. They were already being prompted to make their first decision.Johnathon kicked the dirt of the trail in thought. It was presumptuous of him to think he needed to step in as a hero. Tamina and Claire were grown ass women and certainly didn't need some stranger making judgement about their well being. Moreso, they were handling the situation way better than he himself was. It wasn't even fair to judge the men and in such a strange environment, a little rough wouldn't hurt. Internally chastised, he spoke up."I cautiously advise we stick together for the time being. I don't mean to be alarming, but there is typically safety in numbers." His voice was soft, calm, and he felt proud that there was no squeak of fear. "Wherever we are, it's civilized. Maybe we aren't the first... lost travelers to find their way here. Is it a lucky coincidence that we find ourselves on a path with a choice of destinations, or was it by design? I'd very much like to find a land line and maybe we can find one at Enfalls." ( JacksonJob:StockmanSkills/Abilities:Stockmanship, Stalking, Bushcraft, Shooting, CookingInventory:Rifle, Hunting gear, Day packCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, TaminaGreat. I've found myself a bunch of lunatics...Those were Matt's thoughts as the others put two and two together and got about nine thousand. Yeah fucking right. He'd believe this was some kind of fucked up gameshow before he'd start buying any of the shit coming out of Tin Foil Hat's mouth. In fact, Matt was already beginning to regret approaching the group. Clearly, they had issues, the lot of them. Maybe if he kept going before they got their shit together, they'd stand around arguing long enough for him to give them the slip?Matt sighed. Much as he might want to, he couldn't do that. It wasn't right. He stopped, right in front of the signpost they'd found, and leaned on it."Five minutes. And then I'm going, with or without you. And my name's Matt. Not Cowboy."Matt could already feel a growing sense of dislike for the Scotsman. Who the hell just started picking antagonistic names for people he'd never even met, much less spouted bullshit about not trusting anyone? His own social skills were hardly stellar, he knew that. But they still weren'tthatbad... Seriously, what the fuck? Was he trying to start a fight? Why?No wonder the redhead was angry with him. Tamina, she'd said. At least the others seemed marginally more sensible. Claire was clearly a bit shy, given she'd ignored the men to introduce herself only to Tamina. That was understandable. Matt wasn't in any hurry to talk to her either. He wasn't even sure he could without making an ass of himself. She wascute. So Matt did his best to studiously ignore her. The redhead was pretty too, but he was staying the fuck out of whatever she and Salty had going.Quote"I cautiously advise we stick together for the time being. I don't mean to be alarming, but there is typically safety in numbers." His voice was soft, calm, and he felt proud that there was no squeak of fear. "Wherever we are, it's civilized. Maybe we aren't the first... lost travelers to find their way here. Is it a lucky coincidence that we find ourselves on a path with a choice of destinations, or was it by design? I'd very much like to find a land line and maybe we can find one at Enfalls."At least Cuz seemed reasonable. Johnathon. If not for the thick American accent, he'd have thought the man a fellow Kiwi. After a moment's hesitation, he voiced his agreement with the older man."Agreed. But I'm still checking out the smoke. Could be more like us, could be locals. Either way, we need to get going. Who knows how long it'll be visible for? If it doesn't pan out, might as well pick up the path and strike out for Enfalls. Whatever that is. Seems as good a direction as any."Matt stared pointedly at Tamina and Salty. Mostly Salty. The two most likely to argue."...You guys can sort your shit out on the way." ( KönigJob:Ballet DancerSkills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solvingInventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissuesCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, MattOnly knowing Matthew a few seconds was already too much for the dancer. How could anyone be more of a dick to her than he had been during their first interaction? Tamina decided in that minute that she disliked him with all her being, so she just rolled her eyes at his comment about his dealings being ‘too innocent’.What a fucking asshole.She took a deep breath to calm herself down, not wanting to start a fight so early in the day. Or late in the day? She had not one idea how late it was, or yet alone, how long she had been out for. Maybe it was best leaving the Scottish ass behind while she would look for a way out of there.And as if that was not enough, another idiot approached.The redhead never had any likings for gun violence or ever tried to understand how anyone could feel safe with a thing that could kill. Though, she had perhaps been mistaken by thinking that discussing their options would be better than just one person deciding in which way they were supposed to go. For all she knew, smoke meant living creatures, but that was not the safest way! Perhaps they were not even desired there… Before Tamina was even able to say anything to Matt, Matthew had theaudacityto talk to everyone in such a condescending way. The ballet dancer pressed her lips together and felt how the rage inside her began to grow even deeper, her fists curling up.Instead, she turned to Claire and Johnathon – so far the most likeable of the rest of the group. She gave Claire a small smile and nodded into Johnathon’s direction. Tamina just shrugged and decided she would tag along with Claire until she had found a way to get back to Germany. A small chuckle escaped her lips when the brunette called Matthew ‘jerkface’. So she was not the only one who disliked the man. Good. That smile disappeared as fast as it spread upon her face as she turned to the Scot who,again, had called her a psycho. Her nostrils flared as she slowly turned her face around, her blood boiling more than before.”What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even have any respect for people that are not yourself? Just because you’re ho – I mean – just because you’re a narcissist does not mean that you have to let your other insecurities out on us. Call me a psycho one more time and I swear that you will regret it.”Tamina hissed at him through clenched teeth, her temper clearly boiling over. She guessed that just because he washot as fuck, he had decided to use that as an excuse to be an ass to everyone else. Well, she would not fall for his looks! She just scoffed and joined Matt on his way to Enfalls, towards the smoke in the east, leaving Claire, Johnathon and Matthew behind. She tucked her hands into the straps of the backpack and was determined to leave this place as fast as possible. And with it, the Scottish idiot. Location: Toni Forest, ThaleSeason: SummerDirections: N, S, E, W, NE, NW, SE, SWNPCs: noneTags: Tamina, Claire, Jonathon, Matthew, Matt[half an hour]As you head East, the land remains flat and heavily forested. Along either side of the path grow large Oaks, Walnut, Chestnut, and Tulip Trees, their fruit ripening and leaves trembling from a warm passing breeze. Some of the sounds you notice are familiar; a rapid succession of gobbling from a flock of wild turkeys echo nearby, the warbling of serenading songbirds create a chorus in the treetops, the yipping of communicating canines resounding in the distance, and the alarmed grunts of deer that catch your eye staring at the group through the trees. They appear normal, with pelts of ruddy brown with red undertones and a mighty crown of antlers reaching for the sky, but as they turn to flee, you notice the length of their tails whipping behind them. The birds flitting in the air seem normal, but a brief glance at two extra legs has you questioning whether you imagined the abnormality or the wildlife around you was stranger than you could have expected. Then there were odd noises filling the forest. The splash of running water to the northwest sounded promising, but an accompanying screech, low and shrill, in the same direction sent a shiver down your spine. Whatever unearthly beast the shriek came from, it sounded...chilling.On a nearby birch, the colorful orange of a croaking frog clashed with the white of its bark. The creature was smaller than the palm of a mortal's hand with black spots along its body and yellow painting its limbs. Its soulless black eyes watched the group with a beckoning gaze, still as a statue. It croaked again when the group realized the dirt path they were following east disappeared into a thicket. The pathway did not continue beyond the obstruction. However, shoeprints led southeast towards the cloud of smoke curling in the air. From the double set of tracks one could safely assume a pair had passed by the area hours earlier. Opposite the frog, perching on the thin limb of an adolescent Walnut tree, a pygmy gryphon with the head of a common cardinal gave a curious chirp. Its tail, reminiscent of a red panda, swished back and forth while its paws batted playfully in their direction. Spreading its tiny wings, it hopped back and forth across a line of small trees pointing north, its twittering growing more urgent each time it returned to them. The pygmy made sure to keep a safe distance from the strangers as it danced, hoping to guide them where it wished to go.Pygmy Gryphon (Cardinal/Red Panda) - Link ( ( JacksonJob:StockmanSkills/Abilities:Stockmanship, Stalking, Bushcraft, Shooting, CookingInventory:Rifle, Hunting gear, Day packCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, TaminaAs Matt picked out the overgrown trail, his sense of discomfort grew and grew. This forest was very different to the ones he was used to. The trees and plants, the birdcalls, even this infernal climate, it was all alien to him. He gave a start as a strange warbling sounded, only to realise it was just another birdcall. Most of all, he missed the incessant drone of cicadas singing ( without them, the forest felt almost eerily silent, despite the absolute abundance of fauna. The undergrowth was thinner, too, and the ground more even. Here, he could stroll along easily enough without having to worry about his footing, or battle his way through pockets of grassy tundra. At least it didn't seem like food was going to be a problem. The forest was teeming with animal signs, and fruit hung heavily on several the trees, though the Kiwi had little clue as to which fruits were safe to eat.Sweating heavily, the Kiwi decided to strip back to just his thermals, but then, on second thoughts, he stripped that off as well, stuffing both into the small backpack that held the rest of his gear. New Zealand was much colder, less humid than here, and though it didn't seem to affect the others much, Matt was certainly feeling it. Better to be cool than modest. Thank god he'd been crazy enough to wear shorts today. While he was at it, he retrieved his binoculars as well; a compact set he used for glassing ridgelines, hanging them around his neck in case he wanted to get a better look at his new surroundings.He didn't speak much, more absorbed in the unfamiliar surroundings, but then again, he'd never been much of a conversationalist anyway. He supposed he should probably be trying to get to know his new companions a bit better, but... They could open their mouths just as easily as he could, right? On the plus side, he'd managed to catch another glimpse of smoke, telling him they were still heading in the right direction at least. And that he wouldn't have to climb another bloody tree. Someone even managed to spot a set of bootprints, and fresh ones at that, the outline still crisp, yet another sign that they were on the right tracks......Except the track that had served them so well up till now seemed to disappear before them into a thicket. A little scouting indicated that the footprints indicated that the boots' owners had headed in what Matt assumed was the direction of the smoke, with matt finding more signs a short way further in that direction, so they still had a clear bearing to follow. Still, it was a little disconcerting that he'd been unable to pick up any further trace of the path beyond the thicket. What if Enfalls was just a waterfall or something? He could hear running water in the distance. Hard to tell how close it was, or how much water, but it could easily be the sound of a waterfall, he supposed. But the prospect of finding other people was much more enticing.A flash of red alerted him to the creature the others were staring at. A bird. Except not a bird. It had a bird's beak and plumage, sure, but it had paws in addition to it's wings. Matt's stomach lurched. That was definitely something that shouldn't have existed. What the fuck was going on? Why in the hell was there aGriffin, even a tiny one? They were a fairy tale. Just a fairy tale. To say the sight shook matt's world would be an understatement. It shattered it. Along with the illusions of normality he'd been clinging to. He felt weak. He felt lost. The reality of the situation finally seemed to sink in. He felt like he'd just woken up from a dream, except this was the dream. It was a long moment for him. But it passed. He took a deep breath to calm himself.Well, I guess we're not in Kansas anymore.He didn't say it. They seemed to have found themselves in magical fantasy land. Full ofmysteryandwonder. Matt didn't fucking like it. Sooner they got some answers, the better."Come on. Let's keep moving."He said instead, sounding more certain than he felt."Let the little guy be." ( Williams (#msg15784242)Job:Science ConsultantSkills/Abilities:art, de-escalation, finding patterns, physically fitInventory:Backpack: pb&j sandwich, two bags of chips, 1 jar of m&ms, 3 bottles of water, hoodie, pocket leatherman, mini monocular telescope (200 ft), nature journal kit (art supplies), wallet, phone, keysCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:All who awakenThe foreign forest was full of interesting treasures that Johnathon was too afraid to observe in great detail - he would spend the next half hour pausing to gawk at something and hastily catching back up to the center of the group only to pause and stare at something new. He hadn't even pulled out his sketchbook. The desire to draw was strong, but the comfort of being within the group was stronger. When they came across the pygmy gryphon, Johnathon almost did ask to stop. It wasn't wonder he felt, but fear. He recognized the hodgepodge of animal elements smushed together to create something new. Was it a natural evolution of the world, or had those animals come to this world like the group of travelers had, only to be ripped apart and made into something new? Would they be ripped apart and made into something new? When the trail suddenly stopped, Johnathon felt physically sick."So much for this leading to civilization," Johnathon remarked. Were they the boot prints of someone like them, or were they... natural inhabitants? Still, it was easier to hold on to hope that they were actually headed towards a destination that could help rather than wandering blindly into the woods. He had nothing positive to say, so he stayed silent rather than bring down the mood. ( KönigJob:Ballet DancerSkills/Abilities:Interpersonal communication, biology, quick problem solvingInventory:Water, sandwiches, phone, a phone charger, her purse and some tissuesCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Johnathon, Matthew, Claire, MattTamina tagged along with Matt, deciding to leave the drama behind unless Matthew chose to make another stupid comment. Besides, there were other problems they had to deal with at the moment. First and foremost, if they could not find the way back to Germany (or wherever all the others came from), they needed to find water and food. Speaking of which, the redhead felt the dryness of her throat while following the sign of smoke in the horizon. She reached around into her bag and pulled out her 500 ml water bottle, taking a huge sip from it. The girl was careful enough not to drink too much, though, in case water was rare in these lands.Sighing, she could not help but notice the little things surrounding them. The trees looked so familiar, yet so strange in a setting such as this. But even more surprising were the creatures that hid in the shadows of the trees. Again, the basic forms of the animal looked familiar to those known on earth… Or were they still on earth? Tamina could no longer tell.She stopped right when the path led into the thicket, seeing that the traces of shoes went straight through it towards the smoke. A frown appeared on her face, and she almost sighed in annoyance when her eyes caught the pygmy gryphon in the tree next to the path. She heard Matt telling her to leave the creature alone, and she just ignored his words to have a closer look at the animal. She had never seen anything like that before! Immediately, the gryphon piqued her interest, as she was wondering how they must have evolved. Perhaps animals from where they were from found their way into this forest and they mated? Curious indeed.”Hang on a second. I will take a closer look at this. I won’t be long. I have never seen anything like this before.”With that, Tamina left the dirt path and stepped into the forest, towards the gryphon. ( GarrissonJob:Con artistSkills/Abilities:Smooth talker, street fighting, area perception, first aid, estimationInventory: ID, money, keys, lighter, cigarettes, his cellphone and business cardsCurrent Area:Toni Forest, ThaleTagging:Tamina, Johnathon, Claire, MJMatthew observed the reactions to his words with a smile. He placed his hands in the pockets of his leather vest and while the temperature was quite warm, he wrapped himself within the protective jacket.The burn in his back was a reminder of what happened should he not be cautious, and so far none of his companions seem to be trustworthy. That was the origin of his attitude. In front of perfect strangers, gauging their reactions when provoked was the most efficient way to have an opinion on them.Johnathon sort of "agreed" with the suggestion to stay together, despite Matthew showed no friendly words to him. It meant that this man was not easy to break under pressure or at least can keep his focus on what mattered most : think as a group and not about his own persona.-"Five minutes. And then I'm going, with or without you. And my name's Matt. Not Cowboy."-Matthew's face rose and his eyes focused on the man who just spoke, who was the only one to carry a weapon and whose name was so close to his own. The rifle was a great advantage in the situation the group was into, in the unknown wilderness, but Matt proved himself to be greatly independent. This comforted Matthew's opinion on the man. He was going to make his own way should they contradict him.-”What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even have any respect for people that are not yourself? Just because you’re ho – I mean – just because you’re a narcissist does not mean that you have to let your other insecurities out on us. Call me a psycho one more time and I swear that you will regret it.”-Tamina's words pulled Matthew out of his thoughts, and his gaze moved to observe her.While she was speaking, Matthew found his pack of cigarette and his lighter. He placed one smoke between the lips of his mouth.He smiled again. She was hot, fiery and lived by her own instincts.Tamina turned around, and while she moved away, Matthew stood silent. Soon the cigarette's extremity was burning and the Highlander followed in tow the small group.Claire's reaction resembled Jonhathon's. She managed to keep her calm, she indicated she wanted to stay in group, and merely insulted him. Finally, despite their different origins, their common sense took the best of Matthew's remarks and brought them in a group, following a trail towards smoke dancing in the air.The cigarette was consumed when they halted, and curiously enough, the Scotsman kept the residue of his cigarette in his pocket once he had finished with it. He did not want to leave it behind, either to show respect to the forest, or to avoid creating more traces than they just did.The trail they followed was gone.From where he was, in tow, Matthew heard Matt and Jonhaton's words. A sarcasm formed in the back of his mind, that he refrained."Come on. Let's keep moving."..."Let the little guy be."said the Cowboy.Matthew looked past the group at what had gathered the attention of his homonym and Tamina.His eyes widened.This was proof they were far from any country they knew. This was a little mythical creature...something that emerged from an universe made of sword and sorcery.-”Hang on a second. I will take a closer look at this. I won’t be long. I have never seen anything like this before.”-Great...Matthew thought.He walked along the group, and approached the small animal, and thus Tamina.Once close enough he observed the Gryffin as well. This was not an illusion, nor the sign of dehydration or of sickness. This was real.The animal was moving, keeping a safe distance from Tamina and guiding them North."By the Gods."Matthew started."Make it quick Psy...Tamina. This "bird" is not big enough to make a dinner for all of us...And I will miss your fiery insults should you stay behind. You're too beautiful when you're hissing and screaming." ( LeyuJob:TranslatorSkills/Abilities:Languages, Art, Music, Dance, Photographic MemoryInventory:Clothing, Water, Money, I.D.Current Area:Llandy Vale, Thale?Tagging:None10 hours ago*She spent the time she had shoving gear into a bag as her mind went back over the previous actions she made way back when. Her family... More specifically her father commanding her to marry the coming head of the largest Yakuza clan in which she pushed back and letting out the fact that she was a lesbian and in love with her classmate Nene Tanaka. This obviously came off less then satisfactory with her father commanding her to marry him anyways and spread her legs to give out a child, while she slept with Nene on the side.Honestly Leyu wasn't a fan of this idea, but her temper had got her in this situation and she ran upstairs to get her gear and run away from her home to try and get away from them. This obviously caused her family to lose face and so escalated the situation to the point where Leyu needed to either submit or commit Hara Kiri to bring back her families honor. Instead she ran to her lover Nene's home only to find her on the phone with her father, in which she had name dropped earlier. Nene had no intentions of coming out into the light, and had her hand come around and slap Leyu across the face, which stunned her and caused her to stumble back until she collapsed to the floor sobbing while asking why?Nene shook her head and finally explained that Leyu's father had threatened to ruin Nene if she protected Leyu and to sponsor her business if she turned Leyu in. This explanation was accompanied by a large slap that stunned Leyu for a moment before she turned and ran as Nene told her father where she was running from.As she got down to street level Leyu was stopped short by the feel of a cold sharp knife blade lightly pressing against her throat. The blade's owner whispered into her ear,"You are a very interesting girl..."Pushing herself away Leyu spun around to find out the familiar face of the son of the second largest Yakuza family in Japan. While even Leyu could admit he was handsome, the son let out a sparkling grin,"You don't have to go along with your families wishes.. You can marry me and I'll allow you to love anyone you wanted. On the other hand I can give you the chance to escape this life with a single ticket..."He held out the ticket which she took a very quick moment to decide and nab to offered piece of paper. He looked disappointed before stalking off and Leyu ran off in the opposite direction. She looked at the ticket and found out that it was a one way trip to Aokigahara Forest. After the son talked towards her retreating back,"This is it... You are seen again we will kill you... The Yakuza is to remain separate in clan, but you need to disappear for things to remain normal..."4 Hours AgoLeyu sat in the moving bus listening to the old music selection of the weird person driving the moving vehicle. The song was an old 80's tune called "Take On Me" which got ledged into her head as people tried to convince others riding on the bus not to do what they where heading to Aokigahara to do. The second Yakuza family interjected itself to make the search that much harder. This would be suicide, as the forest with the lava based ground was a popular place to commit it. Leyu wasn't one of those people at the moment as she shuffled off with other people that might be dark minded. She moved along before slinking behind a tree to listen to a pair of Suicide Patrol officers chat about her. The first showing the other a picture of Leyu,This is the Harada daughter... They are paying a decent amount of money for her return alive. However the Murama family is paying more for her death... They don't want her marriage to go through....She sits behind the tree to listen to the patrol officers and her lips shift into a scowl as the words reach her ears,"Keep an eye out... I'm heading out on patrol."Thinking a moment Leyu reaches down to wrap her hands around a sturdy branch before slinking out and behind the remaining person. She taps his shoulder,"Knock, Knock..""Huh?"She scowls and continues with a harsh whisper as her anger rolls as a hard rock in her middle,"I said... Knock... Knock..."He starts to look back,"Who's there?""Jose..."He turns even further,"Jose who?"Leyu uses the moment to bring the branch around in a hard swing into the man's knee bringing forth a loud pop and a cry from him. Coming back around the branch connects with the side of his head, before she continues until the man no longer moves. She let's out a growl,"Jose Jalapeño on a stick bitch...."Knowing that the encounter would have been heard she rushes as fast as she can into the silent forest. Roots that can't force their way into the volcanic soil rise up to try and trip her and more then once does she find remains of those that came before her. Finally she does stumble and crashes into a statue that she briefly looks up at before the world goes dark....*To Be Continued**All dialog translated from Japanese* ( LeyuJob:TranslatorSkills/Abilities:Languages, Art, Music, Dance, Photographic MemoryInventory:Extra Clothing, Water, Money, I.D.Current Area:Llandy Vale, Thale?Tagging:NonePresent TimeTime passed before the short haired Japanese woman began to stir, her eyes remained closed however a sense of unease descended upon her as things began to feel weird. More specifically the ground... Aokigahara Forest was housed on ground of hardened lava that came from the last eruption of Mount Fuji. The ground she that she currently laid on felt different from the ground of the forest before. Leyu forced her fingers to twitch so that she could see if they worked and to feel more of the ground on which she laid upon. She let out a soft sigh before she muttered,"Great... I almost bet I'm stuck in an Isekai...."Well... Better do that standard check and make sure all the body parts are normal and not some other creature. Her arms moved and gently poked at her sides making sure she wasn't a slime or undead. Then she checked to make sure that she didn't have more limbs or that she wasn't a spider either. Things seemed to be normal... However perhaps any changes were to other areas? She moved the hand down between her legs to make sure things were normal down there and nothing changed. One last check as her hand moved up her body to check one last area...Her hand went right to give one breast a squeeze... One... Then the other hand moved to give the left a squeeze... Two... Then to in between and gave one last squeeze and was rewarded with a noise... Three... Wait... What?When did Leyu acquire a third breast and just when does a third breast make noise? Dark eyes flew open just in time to see a furry shape run into the trees, from its former resting place upon her chest. Finally she rose to her feet and brushed off her dark jeans before she looked about and study the new environment. The eyes of whatever was one her before still watched her a moment before whatever the creature was disappeared in this new forest. She did a stretch before she quoted on of her favorite movies,"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore...."

The Forgotten Lands of Enon (Roleplay Thread)

The Bat's Equal (closed to Totenkopf60)

Barbara Gordon was excited, she was finally starting her final path towards full induction into the Justice League going from being the sidekick Batgirl to becoming full heroine Batwoman. She had stood in front of the council of founders and it had been agreed that she would go on one patrol supervised by her mentor, Batman, as her final evaluation before her actual induction. How she did on the patrol would be scored and ranked by Batman and reported to the other founders, determining whether or not she would be inducted. She was in her room on the tower, pulling on her costume, her latest one having had to be done due to growth spurts in height, waist and chest. Not saying her waist was huge as in fat because it wasn't but it was the change that took place as a girl went from being a teenager to an actual woman. Bruce was sitting before the police monitoring console deep within the batcave. He was waiting for Batgirl. . . Batwoman to arrive. Earlier they had both attended the council of founders meeting regarding her induction as a full member. It was not unusual for the council to mandate a final examination before they bestowed full membership. Still, Bruce was troubled by the decision. He would ahve preferred that someone else receive the assignment of evaluating Barbara's performance this one last time.Bruce began to stare at the console more deeply and he slowly drifted into daydreaming. Images of her training flashed into his mind. Barbara Gordon was an unusually gifted student and had taken to crime fighting well. He saw images of her when she first came to him, full of fervor to destroy Gotham's criminal element single handed. Bruce smiled at that memory, Dicj Grayson ahd also come to him filled with energy. Of course Grayson's drive came from a wholly other source than young Barbara's.She was so young when she had first donned the Batgirl suit. Bruce recalled how she looked standing before the council in her Batgirl suit. It didn't fit her as it once had. It was a bit tighter than usual. He mused for a moment longer after he realized how much Barbara had changed. Bruce felt a stirring in his heart at that last heart. He could not change how he felt about Barbara Gordon. However, he could continue to suppress his feelings as long as he had a job to do. She teleported into the batcave using the teleporter on the satellite. "Hey Batman, I'm ready to go when you are." she had always had a crush on him, ever since she first worked with him. She envied all the women that got to sleep with Bruce or even just be eye candy on his arm and just once she wished that she had that chance. One day, she promised herself, she would show him that she was no longer that little girl he first sent told to go home and let him handle crime. One day, she would show him just how much of a woman she had truly become Bruce was snapped out of his wandering by her greeting. Although he was no longer allowing his mind to glide through fantasy, he could not help but linger a moment or two longer. He looked up an saw Barbara standing there fully outfitted and fitting into her Batwoman suit fully. He grinned furtively at that last bit of crude humor."I see you have a new uniform. I approve Batwoman." He said as he pulled the cowl over his head. Noting that she had made some alterations to her uniform corresponding to her adult figure. Batman could hide his feelings easily behind the cowl and armored suit. However, if bruce Wayne were ever allowed to be in Batwoman's presence for a moment it would be an entirely different matter. She smirked. "You approve Batman or Bruce Wayne approves?" she nodded. "Of course I had to make a new uniform. Especially with the induction and all." Feeling a bit uncomfortable he motioned her toward the batmobile, "Shall we. Your final examination awaits. As does the criminal element of Gotham." Almost as soon as it had leapt form his lips he regretted the implied meaning of his statement. As an after thought he added, "Bruce Wayne definitely approves of the change in uniform. It's much more appropriate. . ." He trailed off and did not dare finish the thought. She walked over towards the batmobile and smiled when she heard Bruce's last statement. Score one for Barbara. "Remind me to prod you afterwards about the rest of that statement." "Certainly." He said curtly, swallowing with difficulty. He climbed into the batmobile and began the start up procedures. It took a little while to get the engines turned over and warmed up. She sat next to him and observed as his hands moved over the control panels. Batman tried deperately to control Bruce Wayne and his famous wandering eyes. He found that he was losing the battle steadily. He found his eyes moving over her legs and even appreciating her hands hidden beneath the gloves of her uniform. She got the feeling she was being watched as she looked out the window but she didn't need to turn her head to know who was looking. Score two for Barbara. The new uniform had some new perks afterall He cleared his throat to get her attention again. As she turned her head he smiled and indicated that she should push the throttle lever forward. "If you don't mind we need some thrust to get this thing going." He didn't wait for her reaction and turned his head forward. She pushes the lever. "You'd know about using some thrust, wouldn't you?" she chuckled He reached out and place a gloved hand on her hand. "And what is that supposed to mean? Are you feeling a little more cocky than usual? You know your confirmation as a full member rests on my evaluation of your performance today. Comments like that could bring you trouble of a sort you do not anticipate." He remained stoic in his outward appearance, but was smiling inwardly. "Cockiness I learned from the best Batman." she winked. "But that was a joke in reference to Bruce Wayne. Relax sometimes." "Shall we?" He said nodding toward the exit to the cave. She smiled and pushed the throttle forward. As they left the batcave a signal flashed accross the computer screen. He looked down momentarily and noted that it was a flash message from Commissioner Gordon. "Maybe you should take this one." He said to her indicating the computer screen. "That's cruel Batman. He still doesn't know that I was Batgirl." she sighs and nods. "Alright." she pressed the button to answer it. "Yes Commissioner Gordon?" "Cruel? Maybe, but you will have to answer calls like these when you are on your own." He smiles slightly enjoying the moment. Although listening intently to the call, he allowed her to deal with the matter as he drove on into the night. She listened as the Commissioner informed them how the Penguin had sent a note to the police stating that he was going for one of the most prized paintings in the Gotham museum of Art. "We'll be right on it Commissioner." she disconnected the call. "You heard him Batman, Gotham Museum of Art." "Autonav engage." He said directing his voice to the dash panel. "Gotham Museum of Art. Stealth mode." The batmobile responded electronically to his commands, although the responding voice sounded curiously like that of Alfred. As the batmobile responded to his voice he turned to her and asked, "Does it seem odd to you that the Penguin would be interested in art? He's such a vile creature. Why the suden interest in fine art?" "Maybe there's something more he's looking for. And there's a chance it has to do with the art. Since that new gallery opened up there, that could be the part he's aiming for." "Or it may be something else entirely that he is aiming for." Looking at her, he added, "Why tell someone you're going to steal something? Unless you are taunting your victim, hoping they will try to stop you.""accelerate." He commanded to the console. "I'm sure he's probably figured by now that the police have ways of communicating with us. He's probably got a trap set up." "That's a sound bit of reasoning. What's your plan then?" He asked her. When she looked at him with curiosity, he replied, "I can think of no better evaluation than to allow you to plan and execute. . . the festivities." He said smiling from behind the mask. "Decelerate and return to stealth." He commanded of the batmobile. "As you wish sir. ETA Gotham Museum of Art five minutes.""What are your instructions?" She nodded. "Since he's expecting us, he'll likely have someone watching the security cameras, so our best bet would be to take that person out first somehow. Then we'll be able to sneak up on the rest." The batmobile slowed automatically on coming near to the museum grounds. Batman maneuvered it into a position overlooking the front of the building, yet concealed from general view. She was about to exit the vehcile when Batman reached out and placed a hand on her thigh, "The camera array is monitored from inside the security center. Which is in the basement of the museum, among the administrative offices." She hesitated, listening to him."Floorplan, Gotham Museum of Art." He commanded of the onboard computer. A milisecond later the plan appeared on screen. "Security office" The screen switched to show the location. Pointing to the office he said to her, "There are two approaches to the office, both covered by cameras. However, if one of us can distract the man monitoring the screens. . ." He trailed off looking into her eyes, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Then the other cna enter from behind . . . and take him.""What do you think?" "I say time to let the woman work." she winked before reaching into the back and grabbing a bag she had tossed in when she first got in and pulling out a disguise consisting of a business suit and reading glasses. She saw his look of confusion and grinned. "Gotta be ready for anything."She rolled up the pants of her uniform and stepped out, pulling the skirt on. She then pulled on the blouse and jacket before removing her mask and letting her hair hang freely. She grabbed a keychain and headed towards the door. "Watch this." she unlocked the door and walked in, starting to act as though she was looking for her purse behind different sculptures, whispering into her earpiece. "Might be a good time to move." As she walked, she added some switches into her walk, making it seductive The sway of Barbara's hips was not lost on him. How many times he had watched her moves before. Whether it was on the street during a night patrol, or in training in the batcave. She always caught his attention.Batman exited and moved in a slightly diferent direction than she took. He remained in the shadows and waited for an opportunity to enter the building. All the while keeping his eyes on her. She continued her movements in the halls, knowing her other secret weapon, a bat camera was on it's way towards the security room, her glasses rigged to show the footage from it. She smiled as she saw the bat was in then cringed when she saw exactly what the guy was doing while watching the cameras she was in front of. As the bat showed her that the guy wasn't paying attention to the set of cameras covering the other route to the room she whispered. "Other route's clear and not being watched. Go on in." He wondered just how she had known that bit of information. "I'm sure she will tell me all about it during the debrief later tonight." He moved to the building and slipped un-noticed into the corridors. Finding the secluded route downstairs he took up a position near the camera facing the security office. He removed a small device resembling a handgun and pointed it at the camera. A red beam of light emanated from teh gun and hit the lens of the camera. "That should disrupt the signal for a few minutes. Hopefully, he will be too busy checking my partner to notice the camer malfunction.He moved forward and removed another device. Firing two nearly silent shots he took out the lights int he hallway. He then crouched beneatht he disabled camera and drew his cape up to cover himself. "You're on he said into the mouthpiece near his lips." She grinned as she went to a more seductive little walk, giving innocent little facial movements and batting eyelashes turning away from the camera every so often and walking before bending acting as if looking behind a statue. "Hurry up please."In the security room, the guy manning it, one of Penguin's men as deduced was rubbing himself through his pants, the actual security guard knocked out on the floor He moved down the hallway to the security room door. Turning the handle he pushed the door open silently. There facing the monitor console was one of Penguins thugs hunched over the screen showing Barbara. At the moent she had just turned away and bent over at the waist. The thug began to rock more fervently and moan."Disgusting." Was the last thing he heard before he inhaled the gas. "All clear" he said into the mouthpiece. "Very nice. Your ploy worked like a charm." He followed that with, "I can see why he was captivated." He wondered if the microphone had been keyed when he said that last bit. Too late now. There was work to be done.He moved quickly to the control panel to disable the camera system so that the Penguin's men could use it to their advantage again that night. He stopped and bound the thug with flexicuffs. Then on his way out he gave the thug a short kick to the ribs. "Degenerate." She grinned as she ducked behind a statue and ditched the disguise, pulling her mask back on and fixing her uniform as she called the bat camera back before heading towards the new gallery. "On my way to the new gallery. Meet you there." she paused before adding the next part. "Do watch out for my little friend above you." "You have eyes in the sky? Very good. I think I'll add that to your evaluation along with your. . . . other talents. He moved out briskly and made his way through the stairwells leading to the upper floors where the art galleries were housed.As he neared the upper floors his eyes adjusted to the lighting of the museum. Although it was closed for the evening, it remained fully lit for security purposes. As he entered the main hall he caught a glimpse of quick movement by one of the statues. Reacting he crouched behind a display case and prepared a batarang just in case. As he raised up to see who, or what had been moving, something zipped by his face.Instinctively Batman reacted and lashed out with an armored foream. He did not bring down his target, only deflected it. A mechanical bat. "You weren't joking when you said watch out for your little friend. Does it have artificial intelligence? Or are you controlling it?" "Controlling it to some extent through special chips built into my gloves. Though I did have it programmed with layouts of some of the main buildings in the city such as the museum." She sent the bat further ahead of them both to the main area where Penguin and his men were. "I have it set where it's footage shows to me within my mask as well as those glasses I had. That's how I knew your way was clear though I could have dealt without seeing what the guy was doing." she cringes again. "Got five men around the room where the highest profiled art work is, not counting Penguin himself in the middle." "I see. I'll have to ask you later where you managed to get that little gadget. But for now let's deal with the problem at hand. I'll take the right side of the room. You go left. Do you have your night vision on?" He did not wait for a reply. He placed a piece of conductive putty into an outlet, once he removed the grounded paper covering it shorted the electrical system in the museum. The lights went out briefly. "Emergency lights coming on soon. You better get moving." He leapt up and moved along the right side of the gallery. Taking out the first opponent without having been detected by the man.The second thug was a bit more challenging since the emergency lighting came on just as he was about to strike. She moved to take the first thug on her side, covering his mouth and nose as she knocked him out. She barely managed to bring down the other one before the emergency lighting came on, doing a low round kick to bring him down. His second target turned to face him just as the lights came back on. Temprarily blinded the thug took three quick jabs to the adams apple and fell to the ground. Realizing that Penguin was the real target, Batman moved to the center of the room throwing a small stun grenade in the direction fo the remaining thug.He was on Penguin in a flash. Batwoman moved in on Penguin along with Batman and turned Penguin around only to find a fake standing in front of them. "Crap. Didn't see that coming." the Penguin's laugh played all around them"Well if it isn't the batduo. Such a shame you two have to take a nap now."metal walls slammed down at the entrances just as the fake started to release a sleeping gas. Unfortunately for Barbara, she had forgotten her gas mask and tried holding her breath to keep from breathing it in but it soon filled the whole room. Batman also heald his breath and searched for an answer. At about the time he found and answer his limbs were no longer responding. He slumped to the floor at Barbara's feet. Barbara couldn't hold her breath too much longer and soon collapsed on the floor next to Bruce. With both Batman and Batwoman knocked out on the floor, the walls were lifted as some more of Penguin's men, protected by gas masks, walked in the room and lifted both up, carrying them out the door and tossed them into a van. They were tied together in the van as the van drove off to an unknown location. Once at the location, which turned out to be a river with a waterfall at the end, they were then put on a log raft before Penguin and his men waited until they woke Slowly he could see the night sky. The effects of the gas were wearing off and Penguin and his henchmen had remembered to bind him. Just as his vision was beginning to focus that hideous bird/man stuck his beak in Batman's face. "Whalll what have we here? A couple of bats. Better dispose of them boys before they start breeding and populating the neighborhood. We wouldn't want the property values to go down." Penguin spasmed between drool filled slurps."I see your hyperbole and your breath have not improved Penguin." This only brought another spittle filled tirade from the misshappen scumbag. "Ya know sh too bad shees one of you. Otherwish I wood have loved to have nested with her." He followed up with insance quacking and clucking noises.Looking to Batwoman, who had come out of the gas induced fog by now, Batman retorted, "I should know better than to get into an argument with a degenerate like you." Batwoman shook her head as her vision cleared having heard the last statements between Batman and Penguin. "I appreciate the support Batman." she glared at Penguin. "I can tell you now that even if I wasn't working with Batman, I wouldn't 'nest' as you call it with you if you were the last short birdman in the universe." "Thash too bad batbitch. We could have made some intersting offspring together." He guffawed at his own humor and his thugs joined in his reverie. "But yur right. We could never have bred together. You have bad habits. You need a bath." With that he pushed the raft away form the shore. "I heard that rats can't swim. Can wingless bats? Wait a minute that is a rat. Too bad batlosers."Batman was already at work freeing himself as Penguin dealt with his fixation for Batwoman. The forearm pieces of his armor contained small sharpened hooks. If he could only engage them, cutting through his tethers would be chlids play. He flexed his arm and heard a satisfying metallic click.It was good fortune that caused the ropes to be resting right on one of the barbs. It sliced right through the fibers. Once freed batman rolled over to Batwoman. He rolled over and they were face to face. Only centimeters separated them. He smiled at her. She looked right into his eyes and smiled back. "Him and that millionaire playboy smile. Makes me want to kiss him" she thought. "I hope you won't hold this next thing I'm going to do against me in my evaluation." she closed off the short distance and kissed him softly, her eyes closing as she did so. He received her lips without complaint and felt a heat rising in him. "Uh no I don't believe I will holdthatagainst you." He stuttered, secretly enjoying her kiss. "However, we need to get over to shore before Penguin realizes we are gone." He thougth for a moment. "Once we are on shore, we cna plan our next. . . .moves." She grinned and nodded. "Mind helping me out here? I seem to have put my laser in the wrong place." she flexed her hand activating the mini bat again to find and follow Penguin He removed her bindings and held her arm gently as she adjusted herself and her equipment. he leaned forward, close to her ear, "I don't want you to think that I did not enjoy or want that kiss. I wanted it so badly, for so long." He leaned up and guided the raft to the shore. At length he was able to wade ashore with the raft and Batwoman in tow. The cold water penetrated his batsuit enough to relive some of the tension brought on by their closeness. She nodded. "Glad to know my feelings were reciprocated after all." the cold water got through her uniform just a bit to really make her alert. "Guess we have some things to talk about later." she looked around to try to discern where they actually were while checking in on the mini bat He spoke into the transponder on his wrist. "Retrieve passengers this location." He paused and received a response. Turning to her he replied, "Barbara we hava lot to talk about and even more to do very soon." He reached out, removed his glove and touched her face with his bare hand. Her skin was warm to his touch.He pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. Pausing only briefly he said, "we do have a minute or two before the batmobile arrives." She returned his kiss as she removed her own glove, touching his face. "So what shall we do until then Batman?" He smiled, "It won't be long at all. Minutes I hope. Until then , I think we should get to know each othera little better." He reached for her and wrapped her in his arms. Their suits clunked together. Leaning forward for another kiss he grinned, " Damn utility belt. I knoew this thing was too damned bulky." He reached up and pulled her head in closer and kissed her once more. He felt a surge deep inside and pressed into her. She smiled. "Maybe you should get that fixed." she returned each of his kisses, and worked towards deepening them a bit more each time. "Yes, perhaps something a bit more like yours. Sleeker." He moved his hands to her belt and unfastened the keeper. He guided it to the ground gently with one hand the other moved to her waist pulling her in closer. His pulse was racing now, they shared so much over the preceding months. He knew she was what he was really wanting. He pressed into her his mouth opening slightly and he drew her into him. He felt his manhood swelling in the restrictive suit. Soon it would be time to make a choice. Remove the suit or get back in the cold water of the stream. She could feel the heat generated by his kisses deep in her pussy. Too much longer and it would show through her uniform just how aroused she was. She knew she needed to slow them down but she was enjoying it just too much. He heard the roar of the batmobile aproaching. His heart sunk in his chest. He hoped that for once, just this once it would break down. That was not going to happen it was way over engineered. He continued the kiss none the less. Now that he had her he wanted allof her that he could get. his hand slipped from her waist and slid over her smooth firm ass, hidden beneath her suit. He let his hand rest there as he pulled her in again. She heard the batmobile as well and broke the kiss. Before he had the chance to object she placed a finger over his lips. "Lets go take care of Penguin first, then we'll have plenty of time and reason to celebrate." she pulled her finger away and slipped her glove back on. Blushing under his cowl he knew she was right. "Of course, Forgive me. I was overcome by emotion." He picked up her utility belt and assited her in putting it back on, as they trotted to the batmobile.Once inside, he turned to her, "Your patrol has now become your pursuit. What are your instructions." "Already having him tailed by my little friend and watched. However we need to be better prepared when we go after him this time such as having gas masks as a precaution. Normally I would prefer to wrap them up just us, but in this case it might be best to contact the Commissioner and have him send back-up to surround their hideout as a precaution." she checked in with the bat camera to find the location. They sat down in the batmobile. "Can you send the live feed from your bat cam to the computer here? If we can locate and track him while we are on the move we will save more time." He spoke into the dash once more. "Home." The batmobile moved of it's own accord. "accelerate." Batman then pushed a button on the console. He waited a moment and Alfred appeared on the screen. His usual urbane self. "Good Eveing Master Wayne what may I do for you at this dreadful time of night? Bandages? Intravenous medication?"Bruce was becoming frustrated. "Thank you no Alfred. First, call commissioner Gordon and have him stand by with a couple of SWAT teams. We'll provide further details when we arrive int he cave. We need a pair of gasmasks, stun grenades, some sleep gas of our own and. . . ." Turning to Barbara he asked, "What else do you need?"Alfred had not noticed her before now, the screen had only a limited view. "Ms. Gordon how nice to see you again. We really must have another one of our little talks." He leaned his head over to one side indicating that the talk had been in reference to Bruce. "What may I get for you tonight?" "It is nice to see you again too Alfred. I believe what Bruce already said will be all. And you're right Alfred, we definitely must make the time for another talk." she held up a hand. "Hold on a minute." she smiled as she got the location of Penguin's men. "Tell the commissioner to set up the swat teams outside of the Raven nightclub and let him know it is recommended that stealth is to be used as they arrive so as not to give them away" "Raven night club, stealth mode" Bruce anounced into the dash board. "Shouldn't we go back home and pick the other stuff up first? No point in asking Alfred to ready that for us if we don't. Plus, I doubt Penguin and his men are going anywhere if the live feed I'm getting is any proof." "Shouldn't we go back home and pick the other stuff up first?""Right you are. I am distracted and apologize. Please feel free to take control of the batmobile it will respond to your voice." She grinned and spoke into the dash. "Home." The batmobile changed direction back towards the manor. "Accelerate." she sat back in her seat. "How come I never knew I could get the batmobile to respond to me?" "I only recently added that feature. I decided it was necessary in case I was incapacitated or otherwise unavailable. The difficult part was obtaining a voice print. Without taping your cellphone Alfred and I had to do considerable work." He smiled and enjoyed the short rest from piloting duties. "Consider it one of my gifts to you on the consummation of your full membership." "Thank you." she raised an eyebrow. "One of your gifts? That mean I'm getting more?" "One of your gifts? That mean I'm getting more?"Smiling he replied, "Of course. I would have thought you might have guess that by now. I have much that I want to share with you." "Can't wait to find out what that all will be." The batmobile pulled into the batcave and opened up. "Let's get the stuff so we can wrap things up for the night." They both leapt from their seats and rushed to Alfred who was waiting with supplies to replenish their utility belts."If I do say so Master Wayne, you are going in a bit lighter than usual. No need for an autocannon or antitank missile tonight." Alfred said with his typically smarmy smile."No not tonight old friend. Tonight we are going to approach things in a more 'youthful' manner." As he finished he nodded to Barbara. "Just maybe there will be survivors this time." He smiled sardonically."Now wouldn't that be a welcome change from your usual approach Master Wayne?" Alfred smiled and nodded to Barbara as she loaded the last of the stun grenades onto her utility belt.Replete with munitions and gas masks they returned to the batmobile. As they approached Bruce stopped Barbara, taking her arm he guided her to the command seat. "Your patrol, your driving." He got into the passenger seat and grinned boyishly. She smiled and looked back at Alfred with a smirk. "Pray for me Alfred. I have to try to resist Bruce's legendary charming smile the whole time." she giggled as she strapped in. She closed up the batmobile and started it. "Can we get a bit of thrust Batman?" she adjusted the live feed to wire to the batmobile's computer instead of her mask. "Of course. As much thrust as you would like." He adjusted the controls her implied comment not being lost on him. "Is there anything else that I can do for you at the moment?" She shook her head as she spoke into the dash. "Raven night club" the batmobile moved and headed in direction of the club. Having traveled between the manor and the nightclub before, she knew when they were starting to get close. "Stealth mode." she adjusted the feed back to her mask. "They're on the second floor of the club. They might here the front door open so our best bet would be to enter from the top." "Top it is batwoman." Bruce nodded in deference to her decision. "Perhaps we should notify Commissioner Gordon so he can deply his teams?" Hesitating a moment. "Do you prefer and airborne assault? Or climbing?" She nodded. "Please notify him Batman. As for the way, I believe an airborne assault would be good unless you have a reason to suggest climbing?" He pressed a button on the console and called Gordon over the police band radio. Once he had explained their desitination and suggested deployment, he switched channels. "Ascend and seek." He turned to Barbara, "We should find a place to park the batmobile so that our ride can home in on us easily." She nodded. "Of course." she already knew the perfect spot that wasn't too far yet not too close either and directed the vehicle to park there. She opened up the batmobile and got out. "Let's go Batman." He heard the helicopter long before it ever came into view. Speaking into the mouthpiece he said simply. "silent." The whirr of the rotors was replaced by the soft sound of the rotors moving throught he air. Slowly the helicopter came to rest. "After you....pilot seat Batwoman" He directed her to the comand chair again.Once they were seated Batman said, "Ascend." As the helipcopter moved skyward he spoke again. "Accept new operator." A femalevoice responded, "Identify" Bruce held his hand up for Barbara inviting her to command the helicopter. "Raven night club" she smiled. She was quite enjoying piloting the batvehicles. Bruce announced "Hover." The helicopter responded and sat nearly motionless several feet above the night club. "Care for some rappelling my dear batwoman? " He said once he was already halfway out of the canopy and beginning his descent. She started her way out and began her descent. "After you my dear Batman." Landing on the roof went without a hitch. He wondered if they had managed to catch Penguin in his nest completely unaware of their presence. He waited for Barbara to meet up with him next to a skylight. It was a simple matter to pry it open and prepare grapples for more rappelling. he took out his gas mask and indicated that she shoud do likewise. "Would you prefer to throw the gas or the stun munitions batwoman? It's easier if we only handle one or the other. Less confusion in the heat of battle." She pulls on her gas mask. "The gas would take out more of them than the stun munitions. The more of them out the better." "True, but it might be safer to assume that our targets also have protective masks. Stun munitions might buy us the extra time we need to take them out. It's your decision Batwoman." "That is true that they might have masks. Stun munitions it is Batman." she nodded. Glad that she hadn't had to do this alone. "You throw nothing but gas grenades and I will throw only stun. It will mini****e our own confusion. Drop them as we enter. Knock down anything left standing. And remember the police will be coming in as well. Don't hit the boys in blue." He donned his gas mask and slid effortlessly over edge of the sky light. Smiling beneath his mask he let out a muffled "Tally-ho." She smiled underneath her mask as she followed behind him. "They're spread through different rooms on this floor. You take that direction, I'll take this." she turned and headed one way, peeking into rooms. The ones that had some of Penguin's men in them, she gently tossed in a gas grenade, smiling as she heard the gradual thuds of the men. She then went in the first room and tied the men up quickly before the gas wore off Batman made his way from room to room as well. He honestly preferred the stun munitions because it allowed him the time to do close in work on the thugs. None of them were in the least prepared. It was like scyhting through wheat at harvest. Kick in the door, pop in the stun. Wait for the boom, enter put them down, slip cuff them and repeat. She sent her mini bat to search out Penguin. Ready to take him down herself if possible. She kept to the shadows otherwise in case some of Penguin's men that she or Batman hadn't gotten to were still up and walking around. So far, there had been no sign of the Penguin only his hired thugs. Batman hesitated as the mechanical mini bat buzzed about the room seeking out more targets. He looked up into the air as it hovered before him. "Facial recognition software." He muttered. "Interesting. I certainly hope Penguin never gets his flippers on that thing."Batman found a darkened niche in the room and receded into the shadows again. Waiting for the inevitible entry of the police swat teams. In the meantime, his thoughts strayed to Batwoman for the briefest of moments. It was a mere matters of seconds, but it was the most pleasure he had allowed himself in days. The thougth of her taut and fit body exiting her batsuit was beginning to excite him. He knew he would have to concentrate on the mission again, but he allowed himself the guilty pleasure of fantasy for just a moment longer. As she waited for a showing from the mini-bat of Penguin's location, she dipped into the shadows of a room. She didn't want to check in with Batman in case he was busy. Finally the mini-bat showed him going into a hidden room through one of the empty ones. She slipped out from her location as she sent the mini bat down to the police. "Got his location Batman, in the center room is a hidden panel that goes to a hidden room. I'm on my way there now and sending the mini-bat down to alert the police to send in the teams." "Understood, I am moving in behind you." Batman moved to the center room as Batwoman had indicated. he could make out the motion of her lithe figure in the shadows heading in the same general direction as he. As he moved forward he called to Commissioner Gordon and his men to make entry.When Batman reached the door to the room he was but a moment behind Batwoman. Racing behind her he watched as she located and then nimbly opened the hidden doorway. their entry into the tunnel behind the door was masked by the loud entry into the building by the SWAt teams.The tunnel was dimly lit and rather musty. Switching to thermal imagery Batman could make out the form of Penguin a few yards down the tunnel. He also saw the image left by batwoman. Her thermal image was suppressed by her batsuit. Although her figure was suppressed somewhat he could still make out the shape of her body. "What are your suggestions for taking down the bird? Just in case brute force and feminine wiles don't work." she chuckled softly "I think a bit of brute force is suggested in this case. Finesse has not worked so well thus far. Take him down, and make it very hard." "Alright then. Gonna need you to catch up pretty quickly once I do what I'm about to do." she took off at a run already knowing Penguin wasn't too much further ahead. Once she caught up to him, she used her body to knock him down to the ground and held him there the best she could Batman was immediately behind Batwoman as she brought Penguin down. He too launched himself at the bulbous Man/bird. Batman landed heavily on Penguin and Batwoman, and he immediately moved to apply flexi-cuffs to penguins upper "flippers." At the same time he felt the body of Barbara Gordon pressed against him and found the situtation curiously pleasing in several ways.Having secured the Penguins upper flippers, Batman turned and flexi-cuffed Penguins lower flippers. The smell of the creature was almost too much to bear. The odor emanating from Penguin was a combination of chum, sewage and plain filth. It made Batman gag slightly.Kneeling beside Penguin Batman announced, "Those should hold him until the SWAT teams arrive." Totenkopf60 said: Batman was immediately behind Batwoman as she brought Penguin down. He too launched himself at the bulbous Man/bird. Batman landed heavily on Penguin and Batwoman, and he immediately moved to apply flexi-cuffs to penguins upper "flippers." At the same time he felt the body of Barbara Gordon pressed against him and found the situtation curiously pleasing in several ways. Having secured the Penguins upper flippers, Batman turned and flexi-cuffed Penguins lower flippers. The smell of the creature was almost too much to bear. The odor emanating from Penguin was a combination of chum, sewage and plain filth. It made Batman gag slightly. Kneeling beside Penguin Batman announced, "Those should hold him until the SWAT teams arrive." Click to expand... She nodded. "Unfortunately, they might not think to look in here for him. Not to mention some of the swat guys don't exactly trust us yet so we'd have to pull him outta here and leave him where they can find him" "True enough." He removed a batarang and tether from his utility belt and handed it to her. "Would you like the honor of trussing him up? We can both drag him out for the police to find." Totenkopf60 said: "True enough." He removed a batarang and tether from his utility belt and handed it to her. "Would you like the honor of trussing him up? We can both drag him out for the police to find." Click to expand... She took the items and used the batarang to pass the tether around Penguin's flippers, tightening the knotting. She looks at Batman. "Shall we?" Smiling beneath his cowl he replied, "I can think of a couple of things I would rather do right now. However, they have to wait until we dispose of this one." He nodded to the struggling Penguin. With that he gave a tug on the batarang and began to tow Penguin out into the main hall. Totenkopf60 said: Smiling beneath his cowl he replied, "I can think of a couple of things I would rather do right now. However, they have to wait until we dispose of this one." He nodded to the struggling Penguin. With that he gave a tug on the batarang and began to tow Penguin out into the main hall. Click to expand... She pulled with him. "I'll be so happy when we're done here. Don't know how much longer I can take bird boy's stench." "Ummm, I can't agree more. I could use a good bath just to remove the stench." As they neared the center of the museum Batman removed a smoke bomb from his belt. "Drop him here." He waited for her to release the tether. Handing the bomb to Batwoman he continued, "Drop that when I tell you." He reached onto his belt and removed the grappling hook and launcher. In a fluid movement he inserted the grappling dart, aimed skyward and fired the launcher. "Now batwoman" he said soflty as his arm wrapped about her waist. Totenkopf60 said: "Ummm, I can't agree more. I could use a good bath just to remove the stench." As they neared the center of the museum Batman removed a smoke bomb from his belt. "Drop him here." He waited for her to release the tether. Handing the bomb to Batwoman he continued, "Drop that when I tell you." He reached onto his belt and removed the grappling hook and launcher. In a fluid movement he inserted the grappling dart, aimed skyward and fired the launcher. "Now batwoman" he said soflty as his arm wrapped about her waist. Click to expand... She couldn't help but smile a small smile when his arm wrapped around her waist. She dropped the smoke bomb as he told her. As the winch in the launcher pulled them skyward he felt her legs entwining with his own and the warmth of her breath on his cheek. He felt the rythm of her breathing as her chest rose and fell. They were rapidly approaching the skylight in the ceiling. He could hear the noise and scuffle of the police below.He pulled Batwoman closer and pressed his lips to hers once more. Totenkopf60 said: As the winch in the launcher pulled them skyward he felt her legs entwining with his own and the warmth of her breath on his cheek. He felt the rythm of her breathing as her chest rose and fell. They were rapidly approaching the skylight in the ceiling. He could hear the noise and scuffle of the police below. He pulled Batwoman closer and pressed his lips to hers once more. Click to expand... Feeling him pull her closer, she responded to his kiss with eager wanting At length they reached the skylight. Suspended high above the museum floor they exchanged another kiss. Batman broke their kiss first, "You'll have to reach up and unlatch the skylight Barbara. We must leave before the police recover from the little smoke stunt."He longed to hold her in his arms and simply dangle from the ceiling by the grappling hook and tether. He looked into her eyes and found himself pressing against her strong body again searching for her lips. She kissed him again before breaking it. "It's gonna be hard for me to unlatch the skylight if you're kissing me like that." she reached up to undo the skylight "Of course you are right." He said regretting his rash behavior. He boosted her up and through the skylight. He followed her through the opening and onto the roof. Batman pointed her to the far side of the roof. They both moved at a jog to the location, once there he stood on the ledge bordering the roof, spread his arms and jumped. His cape instantly stiffened and formed wings to ease his decent. She followed suit, except using her grappling hook to swing They raced accross the crowded parking lot. The police had brought enough vehicles on this raid to move a small army. The number of vehciles helped to maskt heir movement as they dodged between shadows. Finally, both Batman and Batwoman made it to the Batmobile.Once they were secure insed the vehicle, Batman commanded, "Stealth mode. Start up." The Batmobile hummed to life rather than the usual roar. Once all of the guages were aligned and reading correctly, Batman said, "Home, stealth."The Batmobile pulled away nearly silently. As the wheels began to turn he placed his hand on Batwoman's gloved hand. She smiled as she felt his hand on hers. "Well that was a fun time, don't you think?" a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I'm gonna need like five showers to get the stench of that bird off of me." He nodded and smiled. "It's going to take a thorough scrubbing to remove that smell from my suit and body. I didn't realize that he smelled that terribly." Batman took her hand in his and cradled it strongly. "If there's anything I can do to help you cleanse yourself of his stench, feel free to say so." She smiled at the offer. "I'd appreciate whatever help you can give Batman." she winked. "So how did I do tonight?" Smiling he replied, "I'll do my utmost to ensure your satisfaction Barbara." Looking to her, he took advantage of the autopilot. Leaning over he brought his lips to hers. When he was barley a centimeter away he said, "You met my expectations in everyway." He pressed on and kissed her again. "I don't doubt you would do as much as possible Bruce." She deepened the second kiss for a bit before breaking it off. "Every way as far as how I did taking down Penguin, or just every way in general?" "Your tactical approach to the take down of Penguin was flawless." He returned her deep kiss. Breaking momentarily, "And your performance in other areas is exceeding my expectations beyond belief." His hand drifted to her thigh. "I'm glad you approve Bruce. It's a great honor to receive the approval of the great playboy." she giggled. "As I said, I'm highly sure you'll meet my expectations in other areas as well." she lets her own hand drift to his thigh, rubbing gently Her touch excited him and stirred him. Rather than ordering the batmobile to accelerate he allowed it to continue on in stealth mode. Bruce Wayne, had been touched by many women in his life. But none had sent the sensation through his body as Brabra Gordon's touch had done just now."Now that you have passed your examination, I should tell you something Barbara." He returned her touch and moved his hand to her inner thigh. "I want you more than any woman I have ever wanted." She couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips nor the extra flow of wetness in her nether regions caused by Bruce's touch. She licked her lips as she let her hand drift upward slowly on his thigh. "Well since we're telling each other things, I have something to tell you Bruce." she moved her head near his ear. "You're the only man I have ever wanted." The night slipped by as they touched each other in the cockpit of the batmobile. Sooner than either would have liked they pulled into the batcave. Bruce keyed the microphone and called to Alfred, "Alfred I won't be requiring your assistance tonight. I'll see you in the morning old friend." Alfred responded immediatlely thanking Batman and wishing him a pleasant night.When the batmobile stopped, they were completely alone in the batcave. She smiled as she listened to him tell Alfred he wouldn't be needed. She looked at him with a smirk. "Aww is the big bad bat planning something?" He grinned at her sarcasm. "Yes, I am planning something. A hot shower for two with plenty of soap and scrubbing pads to remove the stench of the Penguin." He exited the batmobile and offered Batwoman his hand. As she took his proferred hand and began to exit the vehicle he continued, "And afterward I plan to show you the full length of my appreciation for everything you have done tonight." She smiled. "I can't wait to see that Bruce. I'm sure I'll enjoy the feeling of your hands roaming all over me, whether with or without soap on them. Just as I know I'll enjoy exploring you." she winked. He escorted her to the equipment storage area to remove their uniforms. Once inside he closed the door behind them and turned on the lights. As the flourescent bulbs came to life her figure was illuminated. Bruce felt himself stirring again.He moved to her and assisted her in removing her utility belt and other accoutrments. When they were each down to their underclothing beneath the armored suits he took their things and placed them in a large machine that looked strangely like an industrial kitchen dishwasher.Placing the uniforms on the conveyor he started the process of removing the first layer of Penguin stench from their bodies. Once the suits were on their way to the washer, he guided Barbara to another room in the storage area. As they entered more flourescent tubes illuminated.I hope you don't mind taking your things off in front of me Barbabra. She smiles. "It would be kind of ironic for me to mind all of a sudden when I've been dreaming of it for years." she winked before she slowly pulled her top and bra off, intending to give him a show Bruce removed his undershirt and then sat down on the bench. His attention was completely fixed on Barbara. He found himself resting his hand in his lap involuntarily. Once both were off, she tossed them aside before turning around slowly. The turn revealed that she was wearing a thong. She turned her head to look at him and winked before hooking her fingers in the waistband and slowly working it down her legs, bending over as she did so Bruce was having a hard time controlling his passion as he watched Barbara's carefully thought out striptease. "Your tactics are irresistible Batwoman." Said Bruce. His hand was no longer resting on his lap, he now massaged his groin in anticipation.He felt his cock growing beneath his underwear. As he watched her swaying seductively, he slowly slid his underpants down to the floor. Kicking them off he sat on the bench nude, stroking his erect manhood and wathcing Barbara. Thong at her ankles, she kicked it off as she slowly stood back up and walked over to him. "Well you've seen they're pretty handy to have." she slightly ran her finger around the head of his cock H eleaned back a bit as she approached. His hands supporting him. As she reached forward to touch his cock his heart began to race."Well you've seen they're pretty handy to have." "Yes, they are very nice to have." He peered deep into her eyes. As she touched his cock, his head jerked backward. He had anticpated her touch on his body for so long. He had never believed for a mooment that her desire mirrored his own.He allowed her to explore his cock for a moment knowing that more was to come. She gently moved his hand from around his cock as she gently stroked it with her other hand. Soon, she brought her legs around his to straddle him, leaning forward to nibble on his ear. "Tell me, how long have you wanted this?" He smiled and enjoyed the sensation of her body rubbing against his own. "I am a little ashamed to admit that I have secretly wanted you since we first met." He allowed the comment to sink in and then continued. "Even as a teen you excited me. Of course I had to hide my feelings and find other pursuits to allow me channel the energy away from my liust."He moved against her, his arms still leaning to support their combined weight. Barbara gyrated slowly against his hips. "As you grew into your role as Batgirl I saw the woman you were becoming and desired you even more. So many times I felt this same excitement you feel between your legs right now and could do nothing to relieve it." He leand forward and kissed one of her naked breasts.He went on, "While we stalked the Penguin I could barely keep my mind on the subject at hand. I fought back the desire to take you in my arms repeatedly. Now that we are free of that mission there is nothing to keep us apart." She enjoyed gyrating against him. The anticipation of what was to come and who was exciting her all the more. "You're right. Nothing can keep us apart now Bruce." she smiled. "However, we do still have a shower to take. We should get to it." "Of course you are right." He stopped and wrapped his arms about her. Rising up from the bench she wrapped her legs about his waist. Bruce walked with Barbara holding on to him in a bearhug. He walked to the shower room with her in his arms, kissing her deeply as they moved.When they reached the shower he nudged her softly and she released her grip on him with her legs. Sliding down his body his cock brushed against her and he felt a rush of pure pleasure go through him.They walked into the shower together. Bruce adjusted the water settings and retieved some soap for their use. Once the water was warm enough Beuce entered the shower jets and began to lather himself up. Barbara stood there in the steam from the shower watching him. Bruce, aware that Barbara watched him began to repay her earlier display with one of his own.His hands traveled all over his body and sought out his genitals and erect penis. He carefully cleaned both slowly inviting Barbara's touch but just out of reach of her fingertips. The show he was giving her was definitely having an effect on her, she could feel the proof sliding down her leg. She grabbed the soap and lathered up. She decided to repay him yet again as she slowly worked the soap over her body, caressing her breasts and taking slow gentle care around her pussy, even adding in some attention on her clit He watched her through half closed eyes as she caressed herself in perfect time to his movements. Barbara was arousing him past the point of reasonability. His hands worked over his cock slowly and painstakingly. He wanted it to b eher hands that were stroking his penis. He wanted it to be her warmth that he felt on his back intermingled with the heat of the shower.Bruce moved to her. As he did so he began to moan soflty enjoying the tantalizing dance they were engaged in. He so desperately wanted to feel her softness on his fingertips and taste her wetness. As he neared Barabara he slid behind her, his erection pressing into her. He embraced her and his hands began to slide over her breasts and stomach. She smiled as she felt him press against her. Her head fell back against his chest, her lips parting at his touches and caresses as his hands slid down her body. She let one hand travel around behind her to slowly stroke his cock His hands glided over her body every inch of her was justa s he had imagined it would be. As her head leaned back he sought her mouth. Their lips met and their tongues entwined. As they kissed his hands moved down her body resting above her vagina. He felt her body move as she breathed and moaned at his touch.Her hand on his erection sent chills through his body. He fought to control himself. So much pent up anticipation was likely to release itself prematurely unless he excercised some control. However, he was finding it hard to control himself as her fingers circled the head of his penis. She couldn't get enough of his kisses. The way he was getting to her now, just the kiss alone could cause her to cum, let alone the way he was touching her. She wanted to have some control so she stopped stroking his cock and let her arms snake around his neck Barbara's fingers pulling at the back of his head were an enormous thrill. Bruce let his hands roam over her hips feeling the curve of her muscles. He found her butt and traced the lines of her there as well. His mind was spinning out of control. His hands moved of their own volition and traced every part of her.Finally his hands found their way to Barbara's neck. He engulfed her neck with his hands and gently but firmly turned her around to face him. His hands cupping her jawline. He drew her close and kissed her deeeply. Her breasts pressed against his chest, he moved one leg between her own.The warmth of the water cascading over their soap covered bodies was it's own afrodisac. She enjoyed every minute of the time in the shower with Bruce. It was like she was in her dreams again. The things done to each other matched perfectly. Part of her wanted to pinch herself as proof it wasn't a dream. Instead she let things continue gladly, her hands sliding up his chest As they stood there entwined and exploring each other he had the presence of mind to actually clean her body. Bruce found this to be the most exciting thing thus far. Soaping Barbara's body and touching every part of her. Then rinsing her body with warm water and his own hands.He felt his penis twitch with each touch. Simply touching Barbara Gordon was almomst more than he could bear. She didn't bother to stop the moans that left her throat. If he kept this up, she was sure to have her first orgasm right there. This man was handy in everything it seemed and she was glad of it. She decided to return the favor and wash and rinse him, secretly searching for particular little spots that really got to him Barbara put her hand squarely into his chest telling him silently but authoritatively that it was his turn to be cleansed. Bruce did not resist. He welcomed Barbara's touch on his body, particularly as she explored his groin.Her fingers danced over his balls and around the base of his penis. She felt every inch of him and teased his body with her fingertips. Bruce closed his eyes, leaned backward a bit and allowed her to explore him.He moaned deeply as she traced the outline of his body and found the whole experience to be deply sensusal. She grinned as she started leaving light gentle kisses in a trail starting from by his feet, slowly traveling up his body. Bruce looped his hands above his head and grabbed the shower head. He leaned into teh stream of water and waited as Barbara began kissing her way up his body. Her lips and tongue gently trailing over his skin. Some of her kisses gave him sensations he could barely describe. She continued kissing her way up, stopping to slowly lick his cock before continuing her way up and eventually capturing his lips with her own Bruce was no different than anyother man. Her kisses on his shaft excited him to the point of explosion. However it was her kisses on his chest and neck that seemed to move him on the deeepest level.Something about having his nipples teased by her tongue and lips made his heart jump. When Barbara found his neck and jawline her kisses burned into his brain. He reached out for her and taking her breasts in hand drew her close and pressed himself into her."I want you Barbara. I know you want me as much." He kissed her deeply and ran his hands over her teasing her nipples just as she had done to him. "Oh my god Barbara, I want to make love to you now. I can't wait any longer." She moaned as he teased her nipples. His words of want almost pushed her to orgasm, causing her to shudder just a bit in his arms. "Bruce, if only you knew how much I've wanted to hear you say those words. Make love to me Bruce and do it now." His need outweighed any other emotion. Bruce knelt before her and began to kiss her body beginning at her stomach. His hands moved around her and found her butt. He squeezed her and drew her to him. "Oh my god." Escaped Bruce's lips as her body was drawn to his lips and eager tongue.Bruce's mouth moved softly over her body and into the junction where her legse met. Bruce drew in the ehady aroma of Barbara's arousal. Her body undulated with each kiss he placed on her. He nuzzled her mound and gently moved his tongue into contact with her clitoris. Barbara moaned loudly.Her hands reached out and gripped Bruce's head holding him in place. The way his tongue teased her clitoris, she was ready to cum any second. "If you knew what effect you're having on me.....A couple more licks of his tongue and she was about to burst. "Bruce....I...I'm about to cum...." He pressed into her his tongue rubbing her clitoris and massaging her closer to the edge. His hands cupped her ass and brought her body into his mouth. She was sweet and slick with her own excitement. Bruce could feel her body beginning to shake.He hesitated in rubbing her vagina with his tongue and egan to tease her with the tip instead. Although Bruce desperately wanted to know how she would feel engulfing his cock, he was content to bring Barbara to orgasm. Her body continued shaking as her orgasm flowed through her, causing her to cry out his name in ecstasy. Her juices flowed as she trembled Bruce continued to rub her labia with his tongue when she climaxed. Barbara quivered as she came for him. Her body began to shudder when he continued to lick and suck on her. Bruce pressed himself deeper into her vagina, savoring the taste of her orgasm.He reached down and found his still hard penis and began to stroke himself slowly as she came. She glanced down at him and smiled as she saw him stroking himself. She pulled back. "Stand up. Let me take care of you." He arose slowly, his hand still wrapped around his erection. "I'd love to have you take care of me Barbara." He said grinning at her, the steam from the shower beginning to surround them. He stood before her, stroking himself, in obviouos pleasure. He reache for her and cupped one of her breasts. Squeezing gently he leaned forward for a kiss. "I have wanted this for so long. . ." She cupped his face in her hands and looked deeply into his eyes. "So have I Bruce." she kissed him deeply, making it clear through the kiss how much she wanted him They stood there together exchanging deep kisses. Their tongues entwining in their mouths. Bruce began to breathe harder and he felt his arousal gaining in intensity. He embraced her and pulled Barbara to him. His penis sliding between her legs and rubbing along her still wet vagina.Bruce lowered his hands to her ass and pulled her to him. Guiding her hips against his over, and over again. he moaned softly with each pass of her moist lips across his shaft. She moaned along with him, leaving light kisses on his chest when he didn't have her lips captured with his own. Bruce continued his back and forth stroking of her pussy with his hard cock. However, his hands drifted upward moving over each inch of her torso. "You can do that for as long as you like Barbara. I love the feeling of your lips on my skin."He arched his back a little and allowed her to kiss his neck. She trailed kisses around his neck and along his collar bone, grinning as she heard him and pushed back lightly from him. "Well, then you'll like this." she sank down on her knees and lightly kissed all around his cock from base to tip before she slowly traced her tongue around the head Bruce closed his eyes after watching her kneel before him. He thought he felt his cock pulse as she kissed the head and then kissed his length. He placed his hands on his hips and allowed her to control his pleasure. She looked up at him lustfully as the tongue motions gradually turned into her taking his length in her mouth Bruce enjoyed the snesation of her taking him into her mouth. He knew now that it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him when he thought his cock had become harder at the touch of her lips on him. He felt the combination of ecstacy and strain as his balls tightened and his shaft lengthened a bit more. It was as if his cock was trying to reach into her for more.Barbara's lips and tongue glided over his skin and felt as soft as finest leather on him. He found himself moving and swaying in time with her motions. He thought to himself, "If she feels this good doing this, I wonder if I will be able to control myself when I slide inside of her."He looked down at her smiling like a cheshire cat, "You certainly know how to drive me to the ends of sanity Barbara." She sucked on his cock for a little bit before slowly pulling off to answer him. "Well, since we've both been wanting it for so long, might as well make it the best experience you've had with any woman." she went right back to sucking him, taking him deeper in her throat. She slid his cock into her mouth slowly after saying that they might as well make this the best experience either had. Her lips slid over him with a hesitance that made him quiver. He was becoming so aroused that he started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, his hands holding her shoulders.When the head of his erection hit the back of her throat he nearly came. Barbara repeated the teasing motion over and over. Bruce was beside himself with lust. "Suck me Barbara." He moaned deeply, his eyes closed. She sucked him lightly and slowly at first, continuing her teasing motions from before. She gradually sped up as she gently cupped his balls and massaged them Bruce's legs began to shake. Her teasing was driving him crazy with desire. As his legs quaked he began to thrust into her a little more assertively. The sensation of her fingers on his balls was nearly too much for him. "Ahhhhhh." He moaned when she played with his scrotum."Ummmm, that's wonderful. Play with them and suck them too if you like." She slowly backed off, pausing every couple of centimeters, enjoying the slow torture she was giving him. Once she was finally off, she smiled up at him. "How did you know what I was going to do next?" she winked as she slowly kissed down to his balls and licked them slowly Barbara continued to tease and suck Bruce. He was blind with lust. All Bruce could think of was the urge to ravage Barbara. Bruce felt the need growing in him and he knew it would not be much longer before he would have to mount her and feel her pussy spreading to accomodate his cock."Yes." Was the only sound that escaped his lips when Barbara licked him. His breathing now became ragged and heavy. Sweat broke out on his back and ran down his spine. She gently took one ball in her mouth and sucked it nice and easy before moving to the other one and doing the same. The entire time, she let her hand stroke his cock Bruce loved the feeling of her hand stroking him as she sucked on his cock. Her fingers ran over the blood filled vein running the length of his erection. Brarbara's grip was firm yet gentle. "Perfect." He sighed.When she sucked on his balls, Barbara drew them into her mouth and ran her tongue over each in turn. Her saliva lubricating his nuts making it easier for her to suck them. She sucked hard and popped his cock out of her mouth loudly. "Oh yeah, that's so damned hot baby." He groaned.As he looked down at her again she smiled, withdrew his cock form her mouth and spat on it. Siling wickedly, she devoured him. She kept one hand on his balls and one hand stroking him as she sucked him hard and fast, wanting to make him cum as he made her. To add to that, she looked up at him with such desire in his eyes that just the sight of the look might make Bruce cum Barbara's sucking of his cock was driving Bruce out of his mind. He kept seeing images in his mind. Pictures of him fucking her and launching his cum all over her body. Other pictures of her looking up inot his eyes as she sucked his cock to completion. No matter where Bruce looked into his mind he saw her there and him losing all control in shaking orgasm after shaking orgasm.Finally, when he thought he could stand it no more, he opened his eyes and looked down at Barbara. The woman he saw was familiar, but the look on her face was unfamiliar to him. He had seen Barbara Grodon a million times over the years. Although he had never seen her with a stiff cock in her mouth and her hand wrapped about it's length. He dreamt that she was making love to him dozens of times over the years, but had never envisioned it as anything more than a fantasy.Now, she knelt beneath him grinning lustfully, her saliva dripping from his erection and over her hands. A look of pleasure on her face. It was mor than he could stand. He felt an ogasm rising deep inside his balls."Ummmm, yes, Barbara. I'm going to cum." He hissed between close set jaws. She pulls off his cock long enough to smirk up at him. "That's exactly what I want you to do." she went right back to sucking and stroking and caressing his balls Her last comment drove Bruce wild. As she sucked him and caressed his balls he began hrusting into her mouth. He reached for her head and gently, but firmly pulled it toward him. "Don't stop Barbara. I want to cum in you." She sucked him while her tongue flicked across, massaging his balls and pressing on his prostate without probing his ass. Barbara did all this while giving him one final look, that both begged him to cum and told him she wanted him to do so Bruce tensed all over. Her incessant attention to his balls and cock were more than he could withstand. He was pushing into her mouth again and again when he felt the swelling that signalled an orgasm. Bruce slowed his thrusts and tried to predict when he would cum.He pulled his erection back far enough that only the tip was still between Barbara's lips. Ceasing his back and forth movements he allowed his body to take over. Bruce let out a sigh of relief as his cock began to release his cum onto Barbara's lips, tongue and into her mouth."Oh yeah" He sighed. "This is so perfect." She smiled as his cum flowed over her. She even bent back to let some of the cum hit her breasts. Barbara licked her lips with a smirk. "Seems like someone needed the release." "Release? Yes, but it is you that I have wanted and needed far more." He knelt beside her, his hands rubbing his semen on her breasts. The hot shower water still pouring over them. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth and tasted his own seed mixed with her saliva.Bruce wrapped her in his wet arms and pulled her to the shower floor where they laid in the hot water. She smiled as he pulled her to the floor. "Here I am Bruce. Right where you want me and you can have me all night." Bruce smiled at her and without a word began to kiss his way accross her neck and chest. "I think I will have you right here, and then maybe over there on the batmobile. Then maybe over there in the changing room. I think I will finish the night with you upstairs in the mansion in my bed." She moaned, arching into him. "I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy all of that Bruce. To be honest, I always dreamed of doing it on the Batmobile." Grinning, Bruce helped her to her feet. He escorted her from the shower and helped her dry her body. He stood behind her and guided the thick soft towel over her skin. Let's dry off and then maybe I can show you something in a black, jet powered, crimefighter vehicle. . . . She smirked at his innuendo. "Sounds good Bruce. I bet you'd love to prop a sweet sexy little thing like me on it." My dear Barbara, I think you would make a wonderful hood ornament. But I don't think I would ever get to any crime scenes with you perched there teasing me endlessly." He smiled, and continued, "I'd really prefer to lay you down on the hood, spread you out and take advantage of a sweet sexy thing like you." She giggled. "True enough my darling Bruce. Though I'm sure that sort of thing followed by you ravaging me would squash some rumors about Batman being gay." "Well have it your own way Barbara." Bruce scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the batmobile. Placing her on the hood facing the road, "Are your read for a little roadtrip then?" He did not wait for her to reply, but went to the cockpit and hopped inside. "Bruce, don't you think you should at least put on the cowl. Unless you want the city to know the millionaire playboy is the Dark Knight?" I don't think that will be needed. I plan on closing the hood and darkening the interior. I will be invisible to anyone I pass. Although everyone will see Barbara Gordon. Batman's lover. "You see, now that's just cruel Bruce. Maybe I won't give you more stuff later." she crossed her arms in a huff "Plus, Dad doesn't know. Remember? I sure wouldn't want him finding out in such a way. And I know you wouldn't either." "Ah the threat of a withholding of sex already. So early in our relationship." He got out of the car and came over to where she stood. "Then perhaps I should just lay you out on the hood and fuck you." He pushed her backward playfully and then with a bit more force. She grinned. "More like the threat of teasing you until you're ready to burst but not letting you cum." she ran her hands up his chest. "Fucking me's good. I've been yearning to feel that cock in my pussy Bruce." she purred, better than Catwoman, aka Selina Kyle, had ever done to Bruce "You wouldn't do that to me? I think you like the control of making me cum and delaying that would be contrary to your nature. Though I do like the way you are purring right now." Her hand felt good on his skin, cool and soothing. Her touch gave him goose flesh and caused his penis swell again. "Do you really want to test me like that? You like how I'm purring huh? Care to explain why?" "Something tells me that it would be exquisite fun to test your resolve. Though at the moment I think I will pass." He pressed closer to her. "Your purring? The sound is something uniquely feminine and seethes sensuality to me. It excites me, kind of like playfully teasing." She grins. "Smart choice Bruce. I highly doubt even your charms could break me down in that area." she smirks and purrs again. "I'll remember that for future reference" "I harbor no illusions about ust who is dictating the course of events here Barbara. Still." He pressed even closer, he leaned over and kissed her neck. He pinned her hands to the hood and pressed his lips against her body. Bruce pushed forward leaning her backward onto the hood as he kissed Barbara over her breasts, neck and lips. Her teasing purrs turn into deep moans as he teases her with his kisses Bruce continues to lean her over until she lays flat on the hood of the batmobile. His kisses are no on her exceptionally well toned smtach and lower torso. "Purr on Barbara. Let me see if I can give you something to purr about." She grins, shuddering slightly as his kisses continue on down her body. "I can't wait to feel what that'll be." she purrs "That depends on what will make you purr more." He said placing his lips on her pussy again and teasing her with the tip of his tongue. "Or whether you prefer something a bit more solid to get a purr." He stood up, his cock hard and ready to enter her. Bruce rubbed the head against her clit and lips sliding through her sweet, slick juice. "Fuck Bruce. Stop teasing me." she trembled as she moaned his name. He smiled and asked, "Which one is going to make you purr more? Fuck Bruce? Or, the other alernative?" Bruce hesitated for a second or two."I think fucking Bruce sounds like a good move." He slid his erect cock into her slowly after his last tease. "You feel so good Barbara. So damned hot and wet. I swear to god I could cum right now if I held still long enough." She purred and hissed as his cock entered her and could feel her muscles contracting around it Bruce looked at her with an animalistic gaze. Her hissing and purring noises were arousing something primal in him. He grabbed her wrists roughly and slid his cock into her glistening pussy with more force and faster than before. He found himself panting like a dog with each thrust of his cock into her. "Is this how you envisioned it Barbara? Me fucking you like mad on the hood of the Batmobile." "Well I sure wasn't imagining it nice and slow if that's what you're wondering." she pulled him close to her so she could whisper in his ear. "Go ahead and fuck me Bruce. Fuck me now like you've never fucked a woman before." Bruce pulled her hands above her head and pinned them down. He slammed his hips forward into hers and took her. His cock moved in and out of her slick pussy faster and faster. Sweat dripped on her chest from his forehead. Bruce's cock swelled and grew stiffer with each thrust. It was clear Bruce was enjoying a hard fuck on the hood of the batmobile.While he fucked Barbara he reached back and pushed one of her legs up and over his shoulder. He did not move the other leg to match the position. Instead he left her one leg down leaving her pussy inclined upward toward him and her butt slightly off the hood. She moaned his name repeatedly and arched her back. "Yes Bruce...." she purred Bruce shoved his hips harder against her body. He felt his cock slide deeper inside of her each time. Bruce felt sensations so sublime he could not form words to thank Barbara for what she gave to him. He continued praying silently for release inside of her and at the same time wishing this feeling would continue.He felt the crescendo building inside of himself once more and opted to slow his pace. He released her wrists and leaned forward capturing her breasts in his lips. He kissed and licked her nipples until both were hard and straining toward him. Bruce moved stood again and took her hips in his hands pushing into her captive pussy. Slowly he guided her hips to turn over, without leaving her canal.Now Barbara was face down on the hood of the crime fighting car, her breasts touching the cold steel of the hood, her knees barely on the edge of the car. Bruce knew she could no hold this position long and he pushed her feet to the floor. She stood there face down, offering him rear entry into her pussy. Bruce wasted no time in sliding himself into her with all of the vigor he had used before. She moaned as he took her on the batmobile repeatedly. She was loving this side of Bruce and knew she was definitely going to have to get more after tonight. "Fuck Bruce....that feels so damn good." "Mmmmm, you feels so damned good Barbara." Bruce groaned in reply. He pushed his hips against her behind. He hoped that he could recover quickly from the orgasm he felt welling up inside of his balls. He wanted to fuck Barbara over an over. "I want to cum for you Barbara and then start all over again." He moaned. Just his words were driving her over the edge. "Cum for me and with me Bruce." Bruce thrust into Barbara harder than before. With each sroke he grew harder and his breathing more ragged. When he thought he could stand no more he let out a loud groan. Simultaneously his cock spasmed and he released his cum into her. As he continued to push inside of her pussy he shot more and more cum. As Bruce's seed filled her hot pussy, she arched her back with her own orgasm, crying out his name in ecstasy Although he had cum, harder than ever before, he was not finished. Bruce continued to move into Barbara. He wanted to cum again and again for her. He was being consumed with the idea of making love to her. She moaned as he fucked her on the batmobile. "I should have come to you six years ago for this. We have so much wasted time to make up for." Bruce groaned in response. His cock was filling up again, he was almost ready to start all over. "We've made a good start on making up for lost time. Tell me you want me to keep on fucking you Barbara." He slid deeper into her his cock swelling once more. "Of course I want you to keep fucking me Bruce. I want you to fuck me until we're too tired to fuck anymore. I want you to fuck me anywhere in the house you can." she panted Her words touched a place deep within him and Bruce grew rock hard. He began to fuck her wildly. "When I finish fucking you here Barbara we'll go upstairs and try the game room and then my bedroom." She pulled him closer, purring. "Can't wait for all that fun." Brucce continued to pummel her vagina. As he thrust into her he leaned forward and picked her up off the hood of the batmobile. Standing with her in his arms and his cock inside of her he hesitated. "Mmmmmm, this feels so great Barbara. Maybe I should carry you upstairs like this." He smiled and pushed into her again. "Sure you can handle it Bruce. I may seem light and nimble when I flip, but I'm not going to pretend I weigh almost nothing." true concern filled her voice Laughing, Bruce let her down and steadied her. "Ok, have it your way love. Walk on your own." He feigned indignation and strutted off completely naked. She smirked. "Calling me love now? That making us official?" she ran up behind him and leaped upward, placing her hands on his shoulders as she pushed herself over him. She landed in front of him perfectly, turned around and winked before heading towards the stairs As she turned to trot away Bruce said, "Sure why not make if official? Or, am I just one of those one night stands?" Smiling he pursued her. "I do hope it's not a one night stand Bruce. Not after all I went through." "I'm sure we both have much more to go through before we eventually hangup our cowls Barbara. I'd also like to think we have much more to go through together between us." Bruce smiled and pointed to a closed door ahead of them. "It's definitely obvious we have plenty to go through before hanging up our cowls for good. But for now, let's focus on what we have to go through between us." she smiled as she took his hand and pulled him towards the closed door He enjoyed the touch of her soft hand on his skin. He thought to himself how exciting something as simple as holding her hand was to him. Had he been so lonely? Following along behind her and enjoying the curves that made up her shape Bruce found himself more intropsective than he had been in months. Normally, he banished any thoughts that took him deep into his feelings. That usually led him into dark recesses that were never good. However, this time he allowed himself to see what his mind thought.It was nothing but her, which he saw in his mind. She never knew the simple contact of hands touching could cause such a warm feeling through her. She loved just being close to him. Even now, she remembered how she used to admire him from afar, jealous of all those women. She just knew that tonight, she wouldn't be just another conquest on his bedpost. She had the chance to truly be more. Still holding her hand, Bruce reached around Barbara and felt the wall for the hidden catch to the door. Locating it he pressed inward. He hesitated a moment to look into her eyes. Lingering just long enough to feel a stirring in his body Bruce pushed the door open. "This passage leads up to my rooms. Alfred and I discovered it quite by accident. Apparently, this was one of the paths used by my great grandfather during the years of the Underground Railway." He smiled at her, the passage was narrow and they were pressed against each other in the entrance."Of course we could always make use of the passageway itself. Such a nice spiraling stairway." Bruce smiled wickedly and felt the warmth of her skin on his own. She smiled. "Good old Bruce. Always coming up with new ideas on how to use things." she took a look at the staircase. "As much fun as the idea of you doing me on the staircase sounds, I think I'd rather skip it right now for something more comfortable, mainly your bed." she traced a finger down his chest. "I promise, we'll have plenty of time to try it out." Knowing what she would say before it was uttered, Bruce grinned. "I can't argue with your logic Barbara." He gave her a light pat on the backside and nodded toward the stairs. When she did not begin to ascend he smiled again, What? Afraid of the dark?" Giggling a bit he slid his hand along the wall and turned the knob that controlled the lighting. "Better?" He said pressing into her once more. She raised her eyebrow as she heard him giggle. "Tell me I did not just hear the great Bruce Wayne giggle." she laughed. "Anyway, it would be pointless for me to be afraid of the dark considering who I work with. I just didn't want to travel up such a staircase in the dark since I haven't been up it before." she squeezed past him and headed up the stairs, adding a little extra shake to her hips as she went for a bit of a tease. "Ah well if that's your reason. . . I wouldn't want to imply that the great Batgirl was less than. . . . tough?" He smile and giggled again. "And yes, that was giggling you heard." They continued to climb. "If I can't let my guard down with you Barbara/ Who can I be open with?" She smiled. "I'm glad you've chosen me to open up to Bruce. And I believe, according to you, that the mighty Batgirl is now Batwoman. Unless, my ears deceived me earlier?" "You've been Batwoman for a long time. You just had to realize it for yourself. Capturing Penguin was just the final little push to make you realize who you are. And as for opening up to you. I've wanted so much to be with you and to know you as someone other than Batwoman. I was beginning to think my lonlieness would enver end. I guess capturing the Penguin pushed both of us in the right direction." "I guess it did. Though I will admit, next time we go after him, I'm making sure to have nose plugs." she giggled. "So how long ago did you realize I'd moved from Batgirl to Batwoman?" Bruce replied as they continued to climb teh stairs, "That's hard to say Barbara. I had noticed you long ago. Although when I began to think of you as Batwoman is not something I can easily fix a time or date to. It is more of an impression that formed over time. Much like the way a man feels for a woman. Sometimes there is immediate chemistry, but more often it takes time to come to the realization that. . . we are here." He pressed another unseen catch in the cut stone walls and the door ahead of them swung back flooding the tunnel with light. She covers her eyes briefly at first due to how bright the light was but soon adjusts and steps out from the tunnel. "Don't think I'm not going to expect you to finish that sentence at some point Bruce." she pulls him out of the tunnel and pushes him against the wall. "For now, you have more important things to attend to my dear Bruce." she traces her finger down his chest again as she speaks until her hand closes in gently around his cock and starts to stroke it

The Bat's Equal (closed to Totenkopf60)

The Shattered Void I

The River Hut, despite its name, is not a hut. It is a clay dome which conceals a set of stairs into the cellars, where the actual building is. Here, you will not be robbed, murdered, or kidnapped during your stay there, unless you have really earned it (and the person who wants to can afford the bribe).The taproom is not that full. Mostly because those who come to the city often and have much coin can afford to 'make a donation' to a noble allowing them to stay in their home and have the connections to do so, or they are part of one of the thieves guilds, and sleep there.However, it is still fairly busy for a Shurinay at noon. Several Thri-Kreen tribesmen (marked with the badge of friendship) sit at one table in the corner, while another table holds a party of tall, almost otherworldly humans.The halfling bartender, Cela, is standing on the counter so as to be visible, and is strutting about offering the services of some of her finer 'ladies' to any guests who should be so inclined.All in all, it is the best public inn you will find in the Free Cities.Spoiler Hide The first floor (inside the dome) Spoiler Hide The next few floors down (tavern room first, then bed floor, then basement And yes, I am just stealing these maps from the internet, I have no mapmaking skills Spoiler Hide Please describe your characters A man of avarage height in the robes of a desert dweller arrives. Not much is seen from him since his face is obscured by a dragonmask and despite the heat a long cloak which seem to resemble a dragons wings hangs over his back. Overlooking the crowd already there he orders a bowl of Vegetable Stew and a Mug of Bitter. Walking towards a chair in the corner oppsite the Thri-Kreen he unslings his backpack and falchion and bow before settling himself next to them.When the food arives he pushes the mask up to his turban revealing the sunburned face of a human that must have spend most of his days in the desert sun. A small wisp of his black hair shows, making it clear the guy has long hair even though most of it stays hidden. Into the bar walks a wall of blue. After a bit, it resolves itself into a very short vaguely humanoid shape covered in odd blue protrusions. Standing at about 4 feet, the figure is clad steel blue boots, cerulean greaves, beryl guantlets, a sapphire vest, a teal mask with turquoise lenses over the eyes, cyan pauldrons, and all of it draped in a midnight blue cloak. In the gaps are spots and flashes of orange. Periodically different parts of the blue getup emit a brief flash of light before fading.The figure walks over to the high chairs at the bar and teleports up onto one of them, pulling different coins out of small pouches in his cloak, he orders a hare, and rips into it almost animalistically. After several minutes a low growl fills the air as a shadow darkens the doorway and a wall of muscle attempts to force its way inside. Ridges of bone and stone along its arms, head, and back leave scars on the door as The Unbreakable Stone King makes his way inside. Once inside he rises up to a hunch that makes sure he doesn't scrape at the ceiling, his eight foot four frame dwarfing even the otherworldly humanoids in the room. He wears only pants, with both feet and chest bare to the world, which show off the smaller outcroppings of bone and granite that line his body and sometimes rub to leave behind a trail of dust. He wears a wide belt around his wait, upon which a variety of pouches hang, no doubt with a variety of trinkets. His eyes are the deepest blue, though not the unnaturally blue hue of one deeply infused with the power of souls. He has a large pack slung over one shoulder laden down with gear and a bedroll and two thick wooden poles strapped to it.He takes a step and pauses, listening to the floorboards creak under his weight and then another. He smiles broadly and walks towards the bar to proclaim in a loud and boisterous voice, "Your finest sausage, my good lady, with all of the onions and mead you can deliver! A gold piece, and you can make change for me once I am done. And none of your ladies, please. I would certainly hurt them even if I used the utmost care. Haha! I'll be below, in search of your sturdiest chair!" And with that he drops down the passage to the room below, a massive thud proclaiming his landing. Soon enters another man of average height. He wears simple, thin, brown clothing and wears a hood that covers the top of his face, however, from the bottom of his face others can discern three scars that run up his face. His body is slender, but muscular, and his skin is pale. He sits down silently and orders nothing more than a glass of water, which he sips slowly. K'ier is rowdily out of character; a raptoran of average build and inconspicuous in marking; lost in a crowd of his brethren, he'd be impossible to pick out for a land-bound.The hawkish patron orders another drink for his friends, and the scant few others present. "Gold to spend today, friend-folk! New lands, new creatures." He coks his head and eyes a sudden noise - alarming those in wing-reach as he spills a few drinks on the bar, hastily pressing his head sideways against the ground.Spoiler Hide Knowledge: Nature against the rumbling? (1d20+10)[20] The sound grows louder as you look, loud enough that now even Ghur, the unbreakable stone king can hear the noise of the low rumbling like a far off desert storm, even though he is in the basement of the Hut. At first Ghurs does not seem to notice the rumbling over his own enthusiastic attempts at revelry and rhythmic stomping upon the floorboards. With a speared sausage in one hand and a mug of ale in the other he grinds to a slow halt like a rolling boulder slowly bleeding out its forward momentum. He wolfs down the rest of the sausage and quaffs the remainder of the mead in one large gulp before wondering aloud, "Now what in the name of the nine burning hells is that?" He tromps back towards the ladder and begins heading up to see whats going on outside. is there some other factor that would tip us off as to what the rumbling is?some other piece of this picture that seems out of place? As you all stand looking around other people in the street also start looking around. From buildings all along the street people start spilling out to see what could be causing this rumbling that is getting louder and louder.As you all look around, you notice that things are starting to seem a bit more...purple than before.Seconds after you notice this, the otherworldy humans rush out of the River Hut. Glowing blades snap into existence on their arms and the form of them form a diamond formation."Attention gentlesirs and madames!"One of them shouts"My name is Honlash Kurvaelrir of the Kalashtar Alpha Protectorate. You are all in danger because of dangerous escaped criminals. I suggest that you retreat indoors for your own safety! We shall handle this situation ourselves. I repeat please retreat indoors!"He then turns towards Callaran, and gestures that he should come closer."Please come here sir"he says.Throughout this time the rumbling grows louder and louder, and the purple light gets more and more defined. 'Indoors my tail-feathers!K'ier rushes to the door, locking eyes with the Kalashtar, before calming his mind. Studying the building, he makes a deliberate set of jumps to the top of the building.'I'll be most useful from above, against criminals.'Spoiler Hide Taking 10 on as many jump checks as it takes to get to the top (each jump should net me 10 feet vertically, and 5 feet horizontally, after no-run penalty and 5-foot rounding). If there are any Climb checks you'd like me to make in order to hold on, I can do them in the OOC thread; otherwise, I figure there should be enough ledge-space to land on safely. K'ier lands safely beside Callaran atop the roof. From there you can see that people are appearing to take no heed of what the Kalashtar have said, and many are actually jeering at them for presuming to tell the people of the Free City what to do. More than one person shouts"You have no authority here freaks!"as well as"Go back to the world you belong in! This is our world, our chance, not yours!"and similar epithets Walking to Taj, and making sure the animal is still calm Akarin walks to Honlash."What is known of those criminals and perhaps I could be of assistance? For I am certainly not leaving Taj out here alone if criminals are about."Asuming Honlash would accept the help Akarin jumbs into the saddle.If he does not Akarin will look around for a place where he can get indoors together with Taj. "Citizen, the danger of these criminals is unknown. For your own safety you should retreat indoors. The animal is a mere beast. You can replace it quickly if anything happens, but you cannot replace your own life. However, the criminals should not be interested in animals, so it should be safe. Yet if you still wish to render your assistance, you may stay back from the fighting and warn the other citizens of this danger. Try to convince them to get inside. We do not need your assistance in this"He turns to his squad, and lifts his own mindblade into the air."Squad! Prepare for combat. Energize Mind Blades!"" Their mind blades all flash for a moment, then begin to shimmer. He beckons to Callaran again."Again, citizen, I must ask you to come here" Callaran jumps down and walk over to about 10ft away from Honlush."Yes." "Citizen, you were the first out of the building and the first atop the building. Have you seen anything suspicious?" "The world is slightly purple here, and it seems to be coming from a very small purple dot there."Callaran points to the sky."It is very difficult to see, but I have good eye sight." Ghurs crouches with one hand on the rumbling earth, his massive bulk still rising higher than the gnome. As the Kalashtar call for a retreat he snorts and shakes his head. He clenches his fists as he rises to his full height, "Could tell people to get indoors and they might listen, but I'd rather put my fists in someone's face. What nonsense does The Unbreakable Stone King face today?" Sur, silent and motionless until this point, steps forward.Yes, maybe if you were more specific as to the nature of this incident, people would be more inclined to listen. Walking towards some people, Akarin speaks to those who look like they could use a weapon."Ok, it is probably going to get dangerous here, so don't just stand there, either go inside and close your door or grab a weapon and get ready to defend yourself. The basterds won't tell us what these criminals are but since they came in force it is bound to be something dangerous. I suggest forming small groups with a few archers and one or two swordmen. Till we know what they are capable of try not to engage, let's let the Kalishar do the dying for us." The purple light goes out, and the rumbling quiets again.Then, a bolt of purple streaks down from the sky with a horrible screeching tearing noise. It flies erratically, disintegrating whatever it touches. After flying through several buildings, it flies up again, and comes crashing down in the middle of the Kalashtar formation.Before the Kalashtar have time to react a blast of heat, so hot it scorch's your faces from where you are standing, flows out from the now still purple line.The Kalashtar seem to wilt, their skin cracking and blistering from the intense heat. The Rift starts to spark, and a corona of lightning forms around it. As the Kalashtar burn, electricity plays over their skins, until they collapse, either unconscious or dead, you cannot tell.The lightning dies out, and the heat fades. The line begins to slide apart into two lines, slowly forming a doorway, a portal to somewhere else. You can't see enough through it yet to discern where it goes, only flashes of colour, moving shadows, and a muted purple light. K'ier screeches as his feathers cinder, leaving tender wings bare and red. He screeches for the fallen, as well, but mostly because having half your ruffling melted to your wings is a female eagle.Oh. Right. And now he wouldn't be able to fly, for a while at least.Thatsudden realization caused him as much sorrow as anything else, as he resolved against the foolish revenge his hind-brain was calling for. Sur seems entranced as the heat dies down and he steps slowly towards the portalI've seen this before, or at least....something like ithe thinks aloud. The blast of heat causes the massive man to rock back on his heels, but he quickly corrects and even seems to lean into the heat as though it were a strong wind. He begins to laugh. It is not the maniacal chittering of a psychotic, but the strong, hearty bellows of a man enjoying a good joke at a grand feast or watching a court fool dazzle the masses. One foot slides across the ground as he spreads his weight to adopt a cautious fighting stance. His fists rise, not quite to a striking position but damned close as he begins flexing his fingers. From the depths of his mind springs the form of a power of obfuscation, ready and waiting in the event that something springs from the portal looking to attack him.Spoiler Hide Ready Action to Invisibility myself if something pops out with obvious hostile intent towards Ghurs. As the closest person to survive, Callaran immediately ducks away when the bolt comes in, the heat washing over his body. He responds by moving back towards cover and readying an action to attack with his acid spray a specific kind of creature. As the heath wave roll's over Akarin braces himself."I don't know if this was what the Kalashtar expected, probably not by their looks, but what kind of criminal is this? If you have seen something like it before and have any idea what we can expect, would you care to enlighten us?" (assuming that was directed at me for my earlier comment)I have seen this before yes, but I don't know what it is, and I know even less of what to expect. All I know is what is obvious: its a portal to....somewhere. And I would be wary if I were you, my single experience with this sort of thing brought unimaginable horrors in tow, but I have no idea what other things it could bring, or even take, for that matter. The Rift opens wider and wider. Through it, you can see a purple shape.A man steps through. Although man is not really the right term. Purple skin, with massive ears, he is horrific to look at.Following him are several others that look similar. But, while the first thing wears a ragtag patchwork outfit made of hide, the others all wear red and orange jumpsuits.Spoiler Hide Callaran, I believe this triggers your readied action. Callaran launches an Acid Shot at the first creature through.(1d20+7)[26]for(4d4)[10]damage, and again next round if it hits and isn't neutralized."Everyone, we should probably kill these things as fast as possible." The first one through staggers backwards as acid splatters over his face. He wipes it away from his eyes and casts around for the source.When his eyes land upon you he bares his fangs in a snarl."Callaran! You stop my escape, you cause me to lose an ear, and now you assault me again! Aggh! This acid, it burns! You shall die this time, and then I shall feast on your luck!"Claws burst into existence from the backs of his hands, and he steps forwards so that another ten people like him can file out.Four immediately take off down the street and start attacking regular citizens while the six stay by the leaders side to back him up.The leader stares at Callaran and spits out more words."And once you are dead, I shall raise you as one of us! My eternal slave Callaran! How does that sound! You and I can drain the world of luck together as I make you suffer for eternity for what you have done to me! We can burn the world together Callaran! And you can suffer, knowing that you are killing all that is good!" From the rooftop, K'ier notes the hostile intent of the creatures that have appeared.Spoiler Hide Sense Motive and Knowledge: Psionics on 'em SM(1d20+4)[18] KP(1d20+5)[13] GhursHP 52/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft BurrowThe giant of a man strides forward, laughing heartily all the while. He stops in front of the leader of these purple creatures and raises his flattened hands to rest just in front of his eyes. A moment of concentration and his pink and fingernails glint in the light as small crystalline growths appear from the flecks of stone across his skin. His eyes flick open and he focuses on the leader, "I cannot condone harming the innocent. I will be taking blood from you in equal measure." He rears back onto one leg and brings one massive foot down upon the sands, releasing a powerful shockwave from the impact, augmented with a touch of psychic power.Spoiler Hide Move to J12. With a 50ft movement speed I don't image this will be a problem from just about anywhere. Standard: Stomp psi-like ability. 20ft cone straight out in front. Should catch the leader and two others I think? Those in the area must make a DC 13 reflex save or take (5d4)[17] nonlethal damage and fall prone. May want to consider marking creatures on your map. Just citing locations is fine, but my brain is having trouble with it. >.> HP 40/40, AC 25/25T/19FF, 40ft Land/50ft Glide/10ft DropK'ier, while a slight more stoic than the boisterous man who'd pulled forward, also launched into action. Leaping from his perch, he streaked forward, intent on nailing the one who'd spoken.'No one interrupts my celebrations, incinerates a bunch of Kalashtar, and then threatens random bystanders on my watch!'Spoiler Hide Moving to (J,10) with a Charge (using his ability to glide in order to place him 5' above the leader -- +1 to-hit for high ground!), K'ier takes note of what he's observed so far, incorporating it into a knowledge check for Knowledge Devotion ((1d20)[18] +5 or +10 depending on Psionic or Nature, whichever is more appropriate). He'll finish his charge with an attack; a Flurry of kicks! Attack Rolls: 1(1d20+11)[29] 2(1d20+11)[24] 3(1d20+11)[29] 4(1d20+11)[13] Damage Rolls: 1(1d10+5)[13] 2(1d10+5)[8] 3(1d10+5)[10] 4(1d10+5)[6] If Crits: Spoiler Hide Crit Conf Rolls: 1(1d20+11)[30] 2(1d20+11)[19] 3(1d20+11)[13] 4(1d20+11)[12] Crit Damage Rolls: 1(1d10+5)[12] 2(1d10+5)[11] 3(1d10+5)[9] 4(1d10+5)[12] 3 Attacks of Opportunity remaining. The two behind the leader fall prone as the wave passes by them, but the leader manages to remain standing.K'ier flies over and strikes at the leader. The first three strikes slash his skin, revealing oozing yellow blood, but he manages to dodge the last attack. However, his skin seems tougher than it should be, and the claws do not sink all the way in. Although one is truly a grievous blow, he still does not seem fazed. Even as the wounds are made, they begin to heal.Map (with bad guy placements)Spoiler Hide There is no room in this life for criminals as diabolical as you claim to beSur says as he steps forward, and attempts to deliver a powerful blow to the leader's head.Spoiler Hide Sur moves to K10, and attempts an unarmed strike/sneak attack/stunning fist attack Attack: (1d20+7) total:18 Damage: (1d8+2d6+3) total:13 Plus DC15 fortitude save to avoid being stunned Yah might want to fix your rolls. AkarinHP 54/54, AC 22/19T/20FF, (+2 ac if evil)TajHP 45/45, AC 16/11T/14FF, 50ft Land/50ft climbRunning towards the two on the left Taj jumbs and bites the leftmost one swallowing part of the arm whole, closely followed by a massive sweep from akarin's scimitar that took a nip out of the creatures weapon when he deflected the attack, but unfortunately leaving the purple mostrosity intact.Spoiler Hide I should now be in G10 I think If possible a charge in wich case I get another +2 to hit. bite (d20+8)[16] (d8+6)[12] slash (inc power attack) (d20+6)[14] (2d4+9)[17] Taj rushes forwards and takes a bite out of the one, but the monster dodges Akarin's sword.Then they attack.The two nearest Akarin strike at Taj, perceiving him as an easier target than his rider.Spoiler Hide With each attack that hits Taj must make a fort save vs DC 16 or take 2 points of damage to a random ability score. Tell me if they succeed or not. attacks (vs taj) (1d20+5)[8] (1d20+5)[11] damage (1d8+3)[10] (1d8+3)[4] Spoiler Hide to confirm criticals attacks (1d20+5)[9] (1d20+5)[9] damage (1d8+3)[7] (1d8+3)[11] The two behind the leader step up to either side of him. One strikes at K'ier while the other strikes at Sur. The leader strikes at K'ier.Spoiler Hide EDIT: K'ier, Sur, you each take a -2 to your saving throws as debilitating sadness flows through you. vs Sur Spoiler Hide With each attack that hits Sur must make a fort save vs DC 16 or take 2 points of damage to a random ability score. Tell me if they succeed or not. attacks (1d20+5)[21] damage (1d8+3)[10] Spoiler Hide to confirm criticals attacks (1d20+5)[23] damage (1d8+3)[7] vs K'ier Spoiler Hide With each attack that hits K'ier must make a fort save vs listed DC or take 2 points of damage to a random ability score. Tell me if they succeed or not. attacks (1d20+5)[17] DC 16 (1d20+12)[20] DC 21 (1d20+12)[24] DC 21 damage (1d8+3)[9] (1d8+7)[15] (1d8+7)[12] Spoiler Hide to confirm criticals attacks (1d20+5)[11] (1d20+12)[23] (1d20+12)[27] damage (1d8+3)[6] (1d8+7)[8] (1d8+7)[10] "We do not have to fight foolish mortals. Let me claim Callaran, and my warriors and I shall extract only a small amount of luck from you. If you strike again, you will die"the leader says as he takes a step backwards. His wounds continue to seal and sparks begin to crackle along his skin.Spoiler Hide Into I8 GhursHP 52/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft Burrow"I don't respond well to threats, little man." The giant of a man strides forward, each footfall causing small ripples in aftershock of his psychic assault on the ground. He is utterly calm as he approaches, arms trembling with restrained power that slowly rises with each step. The crystalline growths on his hands flash for a moment as he raises one arm and then slashes down at the leader with extreme force.Spoiler Hide Move: to I-10 Standard: Earth Strike (+7 to hit) Power Attacking (-4 attk/+6 Dam) Unarmed Strike! (1d20+13)[28] (6d6+13)[31] Unarmed Strike is treated as Slashing, Magic, and all Materials for the purpose of Damage Reduction. K'ier allows Ghurs to speak for him as well. Landing with a handspring, he takes off once more, talons shooting toward the malicious imp. With a scissoring motion, he seeks to rend the neck, dragging both feet down when he is unable to connect.Spoiler Hide Move forward with a tumble (1d20+11)[22], attack the leader once more. (1d20+8)[27] (1d20+8)[14] (1d20+8)[10] (1d20+8)[12] (1d10+5)[8] (1d10+5)[13] (1d10+5)[6] (1d10+5)[10] Crits:Spoiler Hide Sorry about my previous rolls: I just realized that my crit modifier is x3. (1d20+8)[10] (1d20+8)[27] (1d20+8)[14] (1d20+8)[19] (2d10+10)[22] (2d10+10)[19] (2d10+10)[12] (2d10+10)[14] CallaranHP 40/40, Power Resistance 14, AC 19/13T/17FF, 30ft Land"Have I transcended mortality then? I think you'll be fighting foolish mortals no matter what you do next."Callaran will create his Arena Soul web directly under the leader.[DC 21 save for immobilize. The web is 15ft, so anyone adjacent to him should also make a save. A Full round action can break you free with a DC 20 Strength or Reflex save.] SurHP 26/36 AC 19 T 14 FF 19If I don't fight you now, I'll have to fight you later, if you were being honest about your plans. I cannot condone them, and you must be punished for your actions.Sur lashes out at the man in front of him.Spoiler Hide Flurry of blows on the guy that is currently in K9 (1d20+5)[11] (1d20+5)[15] (1d8+3)[4] (1d8+3)[4] Spoiler Hide Crits? (1d20+5)[15] (1d8+3)[10] (1d20+5)[13] (1d8+3)[6] The leader manages to dodge all but the strongest of K'ier's blows.All of Sur's blows miss as the monster in front of him dodges back and forth.The web lands in the middle of the group, but the leader, as well as the one facing Akarin both manage to dodge it, but another two get stuckSpoiler Hide The ones at I9 and K9 are stuck, while the leader at I8 and the one at H9 manage to dodge the webbing The two strike at Ghur as he tries to pass.Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[19] (1d20+5)[22] damage (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[9] crit Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[7] (1d20+5)[23] damage (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[8] Despite this Ghur manages to land a resounding blow against the leaders chest, almost collapsing it The blue eyes of Akarin seem to shine a little bit brighter in anger from these criminals attacking Taj. "If you just wanted one guy then next time rush in, take him and run out. Don't try to go in while lighting a huge bonfire, now we are obliged to help these fellows. Besides if all you cared about was him, you should not have tried to attack Taj." Gives a quick pat to Taj's neck and before trying to decapitate the wounded evildoer in front of him.Then Taj rears on his hind legs swiping and biting at the purple thing in front of him that tried to hit him. And while the display looks really impressive, the creatures dive out of the way, with only a minor scratch from this display of strength, it does not look to impressive.Spoiler Hide Akarin's Attack (d20+6)[14] (d20+6)[23] The second roll should have been damage, but since it missed it does not matter much, that I screwed up I hope. Bite Taj (d20+8)[14] (d8+6)[8] Claws Taj (d20+3)[10] (d6+3)[4] (d20+3)[21] (d6+3)[5] Ride check (if needed to make an attack and let mount do a full attack) (d20+13)[18] Ride check if they manage to hit Taj next turn. (d20+13)[27] The leader leaps forwards and slashes at K'ier's chest with one claw.Spoiler Hide EDIT: you need to make a fort save DC 21 or take 2 points a damage to a random ability score. (1d20+14)[28] damage (1d8+7)[11] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+14)[24] damage (1d8+7)[11] "My name is Hin. I was born at the beginning of time. I have devoured the luck of King's and Gods. You shall not defeat me!"With that he turns and runs, leaping to the top of a nearby building.The two others who have stood off to the side so far charge into the battle. One charges Sur and the other runs, leaping to the top of the River Hut to engage Callaran while the ones on either side of Ghurs turn and strike at him. The two facing Akarin again strike out at Taj, as he seems to be the bigger threat of the two.Spoiler Hide EDIT: everyone needs to make a fort save DC 16 or take 2 points a damage to a random ability score if hit VS Ghurs Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[16] (1d20+7)[8] dmg (1d8+3)[9] (1d8+3)[6] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[12] (1d20+7)[16] dmg (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[4] VS Sur Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[18] dmg (1d8+3)[8] crits [SPOILER(1d20+5)[14] dmg (1d8+3)[5]] VS Akarin Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[15] (1d20+5)[22] dmg (1d8+3)[5] (1d8+3)[9] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[22] (1d20+5)[15] dmg (1d8+3)[11] (1d8+3)[5] Sur turns to drive off his new assailantSpoiler Hide Unarmed strike against L10 (1d20+7)[12] (1d8+3)[9] crit Spoiler Hide (1d20+7)[13] (1d8+3)[5] Taj takes a bite from the wounded criminal and then seems to withdraw on command of Akarin. But instead of a true withdrawal Akarin inhales deeply his eyes start to glow and breathes fire at the two creatures, igniting their clothes. Akarin then seems to takes half a second to shift in his saddle, and everyone closeby feels a glow encompass them. Whenever a strike seems to hit someone small scales form on the skin absorbing some of the power behind each swing.Spoiler Hide bite of Taj (1d20+8)[28] (1d8+6)[9] Clinging breath dc 15 ref for half (3d4)[6] Time before breathing fire again: (1d4+1)[3] Spoiler Hide Ride check for moving backwards (1d20+13)[24] Ride check fro next round if Taj will get hit again (1d20+13)[16] Ghurs"No you don't!" A massive meaty hand lashes out as crystals shatter and break away from his fingers. He seeks to grab the leader of these beasts and hold him in place.Spoiler Hide Attack of Opportunity! Using this AoO to make a Melee Touch Attack with intent to Start a Grapple. I provoke an Attack of Opportunity for doing so. Taking any damage negates grapple roll. MTA: (1d20+6)[13] Grapple: (1d20+14)[21] Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Tacitus Ghurs "No you don't!" A massive meaty hand lashes out as crystals shatter and break away from his fingers. He seeks to grab the leader of these beasts and hold him in place. Spoiler Hide Attack of Opportunity! Using this AoO to make a Melee Touch Attack with intent to Start a Grapple. I provoke an Attack of Opportunity for doing so. Taking any damage negates grapple roll. MTA: (1d20+14)[29] Grapple: (1d8+7)[10] Hin dances away from your grasp, laughing, and strikes back at you."You won't stop me that easily!"Spoiler Hide As always, if he hits DC 21 fort save (1d20+14)[29] dmg (1d8+7)[10] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+14)[20] dmg (1d8+7)[13] In an attempt to catch the fleeing criminal, Sur rushes to the side of the building and attempts to climb it.Spoiler Hide Im taking a risk here I move diagonally between my enemies moving to M8, then moving to M6 and trying to climb the building Climb check: (1d20+9)[21] Also, I forgot to factor uncanny dodge into my FF AC, so Im just letting you know, my FF is 19, not 17 As Sur dodges between his enemies, they lash out at him.Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[25] (1d20+5)[19] dmg (1d8+3)[11] (1d8+3)[7] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[25] (1d20+5)[10] dmg (1d8+3)[6] (1d8+3)[8] Edit: Double crit on the first guy, crit chaining in OOC. When he reaches the building he scrambles to the top without much difficulty. Sur falls to the ground, overcome by his woundsSpoiler Hide -8HP, what are the chances of a confirmed double crit? ANS: 1 in 1333.33 stabilize roll: a 10 means Im stable (1d10)[1] GhursHP 50/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft BurrowWith a low growl the giant pulls his hand back and watches blood trickle from his fingers, the leader's strange blade able to just barely get past his stony skin. He curls back three of his fingers and points with his index finger to the creature on his left, "You lose your life because your leader is a coward." He twists his body and thrusts his finger out in a flash, gleaming crystal extending from his fingertip to pierce the creature's flesh.Spoiler Hide Swift: Versatile Unarmed Strike, Piercing. Standard: Unarmed Strike Melee: (1d20+11)[26] Damage: (6d6+7)[27] Unarmed Strike is treated as Piercing, Magic, and all Materials for the purpose of Damage Reduction. Ghur's fist lashes out, and the crystals stab deep into the monster's chest.As Ghur pulls his fist free with a sucking sound, the monster drops.However, he is still breathing and his wounds continue to healSpoiler Hide This is one of the ones who was caught by your Stomp, so he took nonlethal damage. This is why he is unconscious but not quite dead yet (and in fact still healing) CallaranHP 40/40, Power Resistance 14, AC 19/13T/17FF, 30ft LandCallaran fire forth a burst of colored lights over the creature attempting to engage him.[DC 21 will save or stunned for(1d2)[1]rounds.] The Luckeater in front of Callaran staggers backwards, blinded for a second as the blaze of light washes over him.Spoiler Hide (1d20+3)[16] vs your stun thing. If he is stunned do you want to take your move action? maybe get close to Sur so you can heal him next round? With a skree, K'ier plays follow the leader, leaping high to avoid the strikes of the luckstealer's comrades."The law of this world is what we make it - allowing you to continue this chaos is unacceptable!"The raptoran is clearly distraught at the thought of allowing such a rambunctious and destructive fellow to escape. HP 29/40, AC 25/25T/19FF, 40ft Land/50ft Glide/10ft DropLanding close behind the luckstealer, he strikes out with a series of sweeping kicks, arms and wing-remnants held high for support and balance on the rooftop.Spoiler Hide Sorry I was away for so long! I've been severely dehydrated from pooping and puking my guts out :c A leaping charge at the Leader! Attack 1 (1d20+11)[27] Attack 2 (1d20+11)[12] Attack 3 (1d20+11)[25] Attack 4 (1d20+11)[22] Damage 1 (1d10+5)[14] Damage 2 (1d10+5)[15] Damage 3 (1d10+5)[12] Damage 4 (1d10+5)[14] Crits: Spoiler Hide Attack 1 (1d20+11)[18] Attack 2 (1d20+11)[23] Attack 3 (1d20+11)[31] Attack 4 (1d20+11)[26] Damage 1 (1d10+5)[11] Damage 2 (1d10+5)[12] Damage 3 (1d10+5)[15] Damage 4 (1d10+5)[8] As Hin and K'ier trade blows atop the building the others try to press their advantage. Ignoring the unconscious Sur, the two nearest Ghurs charge in at him. The one that he had knocked unconscious shakes his head and moves to stand up again.Spoiler Hide targeting K'ier. If they hit, make a DC 21 fort save (1d20+13)[14] (1d20+13)[16] dmg (1d8+8)[11] (1d8+8)[15] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+13)[14] (1d20+13)[18] dmg (1d8+8)[9] (1d8+8)[15] Spoiler Hide Ghurs If you want to take your AoA vs the guy standing up: Spoiler Hide (1d20+11)[25] dmg (6d6+7)[25] Targeting Ghurs. If they hit make a DC 16 fort save. (1d20+5)[8] (1d20+5)[7] dmg (1d8+3)[11] (1d8+3)[9] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[17] (1d20+5)[7] dmg (1d8+3)[10] (1d8+3)[6] If the one is not killed by the AoA Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[7] dmg (1d8+3)[11] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[20] dmg (1d8+3)[7] The one next to Callaran stands there stunned, while the two next to Akarin this time lash out at him, trying to stop the burning breath from coming again.Spoiler Hide Targeting Akarin. If they hit make a fort save vs DC 16. (1d20+5)[21] (1d20+5)[11] dmg (1d8+3)[9] (1d8+3)[5] crits Spoiler Hide (1d20+5)[11] (1d20+5)[22] dmg (1d8+3)[7] (1d8+3)[5] Hin seems to be fighting faster than a normal person could, as if he is in a slightly different timestream. After delivering his blows, a blue halo appears around his head, the sign of someone manifesting a power. Spoiler Hide Lets see if I stabilized (1d10)[3] GhursHP 50/52, AC 23/13T/20FF, DR 8/Adamantine, 50ft Land/30ft BurrowGhurs is about to turn to his new foes when he notices the one he had laid low attempting to rise again. With a mighty frown he stares at the wounded creature and nods, "A warrior's death. Take it, with my compliments, to your afterlife." His finger lances out again to skewer the warrior, and in the next moment he twists to face the new attackers and impale the next with his massive meaty finger.Spoiler Hide AoO taken as you have rolled it. Yummy. Attacking the next one nearest to the one that just ate my AoO. I would prefer a wounded/Nonlethal'ed over a fresh one. Standard: Unarmed Strike Melee: (1d20+11)[23] Damage: (6d6+7)[27] Unarmed Strike is treated as Piercing, Magic, and all Materials for the purpose of Damage Reduction. Akarin HP 54/54, AC 22/19T/20FF, (+2 ac if evil) Taj HP 45/45, AC 16/11T/14FF, 50ft Land/50ft climbWhile Taj bites the evil creature in the arm a blueish light comes from under the dragon mask of Akarin."Fearfull of a little fire are we? Do not worry I will give you more soon enough."When with a massive swordstroke Akarin cleaves into the thug, splitting the first creature from shoulder to hip. While in the same fluid movement Akarin turns 90 degrees and smashes his falchion, with devastating force into the other creature in front of him nearly cutting him in half as well.Spoiler Hide Taj Bite (d20+8)[25] (d8+6)[10] claws (d20+3)[4] (d20+3)[5] (d6+3)[6] (d6+3)[4] Akarin Akarin changed his dragon aura to vigor (everyone has fast healing 1 within 30 ft when they have less then half hp) (d20+6)[19] (2d4+9)[15] Ghurs smashes out with his fist, crushing the life out of the one who tried to stand. His other fist flies out, and smashes one in front of him to the ground. The creature falls, knocked out, but continues to heal its wounds.Akarin and Taj lash out at the same enemy, concentrating their attacks. As Taj's jaws close shut on the monster's arm, Akarin's blow cleaves the villain from his shoulder to his hip.The monster falls, barely alive, yet still breathing.Sur continues to draw shallow, close breaths for a moment.Spoiler Hide I will roll for him to stabilize at the end of the round. Fast healing has no effect when you have negative HP, in case you thought it would help Meavar. If I am wrong in this, please correct me HP 30/40, AC 25/25T/19FF, 40ft Land/50ft Glide/10ft DropTaking his chances, K'ier attempts to disrupt the glowing humanoid before whatever foul intentions it has bear fruit.Spoiler Hide ONE MORE GO LET'S DO THIS ATTACK (1d20+9)[21] ATTACK (1d20+9)[15] ATTACK (1d20+9)[29] ATTACK (1d20+9)[19] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[7] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[9] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[14] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[15] CRITS Spoiler Hide ATTACK (1d20+9)[21] ATTACK (1d20+9)[23] ATTACK (1d20+9)[17] ATTACK (1d20+9)[22] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[9] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[6] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[11] DAMAGE (1d10+5)[13] Spoiler Hide it's stabilize-or-die time (1d10)[3] K'ier lashes out with a flurry of claw strikes. Three miss, but the final one hits.The claws slash across Hin's neck almost faster than the eye can see. The monster grasps at his torn throat, and looks surprised that you have managed to fell him. He manages a stammered "h-h-how?" before collapsing. As he falls the other monsters all let out a piercing shriek and clutch at their heads. They fall to the ground, unconscious.Although they are defeated, Hin did not die. He is breathing very shallowly, and the grievous wound in his neck knits itself closed, to a point. Then, he glows purple again for a moment, and his body stops healing itself, leaving him unconscious, but no longer bleeding out. "So what are we going to do now? Calaran, you probably know more about them then we do, care to explain a bit what just happened? Does anyone have any connections with the protectoriate, we might want to notify them?" Ghurs waits for a moment, hovering over his recently felled opponent. Once satisfied that the creature isn't going to get up immediately and get back in the fight he relaxes his stance. Shards of crystal fall away from his fingers as he flexes them and turns to the others and strides forward, "Aye, some answers would be grand. Come down, and bring him with you, if it yet lives." "Does anyone have something sturdier than rope? I refuse to see a defenseless being killed, even one such as this, but I lack the means to restrain him." Ghurs takes a moment to retrieve a pair of heavy (masterwork) manacles and a lock (amazing) from his bag (which is back inside maybe?), and offers them, "I also have mystic sand one can shape into objects, but the creature could surely also take control of it." Sur wakes, and slowly stands. He looks around trying to figure out what's happened while he was out.I see that order has prevailed over chaos, and good over evil. My thanks to whoever healed me, I fear without aid I may have succumbed to my injuries. Now I believe an explanation of this attack is in order. The leader begins to stir, awakening, but thankfully bound. Akarin stands behind the leader, ready to knock him out again when it seems like he will try to do anything besides talking. He shakes his head, and looks around at you all."So, you have captured me. What now, you pump me for answers and information before killing me, or turning me over to those Kalashtar freaks? Because I am willing to make a deal. If you set me free, I will answer all your questions. However, I must be set free before I will do so." Sur steps forwardAnd how do we know you won't just run, or teleport, or whatever you do, as soon as we release you. And even if you don't, we have no way of knowing if the information you give us is going to be at all useful, or even true, for that matter. I say we keep him in chains, and take him back to whoever lost him.

The Shattered Void I

Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams ( CrownedSun && Devilishangel )

( always seemed to rain in this city. Today the rain matched her mood though. Joanne looked up into the grey sky for a second as she hurried through the busy street. Late again. Mr. Miller would be angry. Again. She sighed and tried to walk even faster. Summer had cried again as she had to leave. It was the same every day. She felt guilty leaving Summer at her mother, but what choice did she have? She needed to work. She didn't understand why Summer would cry all the time, she liked grandmom very much. And her mother had told her as soon as Joanne was out of sight, the crying stopped immediately. On one side that was very good, on the other side it was very frustrating too.Joanne was so caught up in her thoughts that she crossed the street almost automatically. Suddenly she heard a card braking sharply followed by a loud honk. She came back to the reality of here and now and saw a man pointing angrily at her in a red Subaru. She raised her hand, making an apologizing gesture as she quickly got the other side of the street. Everyone was carrying umbrella's. Of course she forgot hers at home again.She was almost there, only two blocks to go. Suddenly she heard her ringtone in her handbag. "Fuck" she said under her breath making an abrupt halt. The businesswoman who had been walking behind her almost bumped into her and looked angry at her. She gave the woman an apologizing smile as she fumbled in her bag, chaotically trying to find her mobile Phone. She found it, pulled it out and looked at the display. It was Mr. Miller. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she pressed the green button while making her way again, this time behind the business woman who seemed to be also in a hurry.Everyone in this damn city is always in a hurry"Joanne Jackson""Joanne, your shift has started about 7 minutes ago!""Yes Mr Miller, I know...I am almost there, I am sorry""You tell me that every day Joanne, get over here"He just hung up. She bit her lower lip as she held the mobile Phone in her left hand and even fastened her pace. Only one block now, almost there. She couldn't lose her job, losing her job would mean she would have to move out of the small apartment she lived in with Summer. She felt frustration in her body, she tried everything to be a good employee, a good mother, a good daughter...sometimes it was just too much. She started running through the street now, she felt the water from the rain splattering against her legs.As she arrived at the diner four minutes later,catching her breath, Mr. Miller was already standing behind the counter, his hands on his hips. She gave him the sweetest smile as she quickly took off her grey jacket. Underneath she was already wearing her black uniform-dress and her white name tag stating that she was "Joanne"."Young lady,when your shift starts at 1, you need to be here at 1!""Mr Miller....I am so sorry...it was my daughter...she..."Mr. Miller took her arm softly and pulled her in the back into the kitchen as he closed the door. He looked her in the eyes and spoke softly but serious with her. In the corner of her eyes she saw Tony dissapearing into the cooling room to not make her feel uncomfortable."Listen Joanne, I understand you are a single mother and all the troubles you have, but I have to make money here!! You can not be late every damn week, just because you are a single mother. I have to think about my business"Joanne nodded "I know...I...I promise I will leave even earlier from home and I will work the ten minutes that I am late longer"Mr. Miller was still angry, she could see it in his eyes but her turned around and left the kitchen without saying a word. She felt her heart racing in her chest as she took a deep breath. She threw her Phone in her handbag,placed her handbag and jacket for a moment on the kitchencounter, quickly made a ponytail of her halflong hair and took her white apron out of her bag. She took her bag and jacket, walked to the small storage room behind the kitchen and laid her bag and jacket on one of the shelves like she always did. Tony came back into the kitchen and yelled at her "Hey Joanne, table 5 and 9 are ready!" She quickly put on the apron and hurried out of the storage room as she smiled at the cook and took the plates from the shelve "Table 5 and 9 ok "She went out into the guestroom and put on her fake I-am-a-waitress smile and served tabe 5 and 9. The diner was full, and that at 1 in the afternoon...it would be a very stressfull Sunday afternoon again. She smiled at Jessica, the other waitress for the late shift. Jessica went back behind the counter and so did Joanne as Jessica mumbled next to her "Hi sweety, he was really angry this time" Joanne nodded as she waited in the opening to the kitchen to get some more orders out and Jessica was preparing drinks as Joanne whispered "I know, he dragged me into the kitchen and talked to me in his creepy whisper" Jessica rolled her eyes and had to giggle. Tony came with four plates. "Table 6""Thanks Tony"And Joanne took the plates and brought them to table 6, smiling at her guests, wishing them a nice meal. She looked around, table 17 wanted to order so she went there" Hi, I am your waitress Joanne, how can I serve you?"She looked into the eyes of the older couple that was sitting in front of her. They seemed to be happy together. Joanne tried to concentrate on them and not on the fact that seeing older couples....or any couples at all made her feel....sad? No not sad anymore, that was the case a few years ago...it made her realize that she would probably end up alone with her daughter, like she had been the last four years. She took the order and went back to the counter where she pinned the order on the board for Tony to see as she yelled at him"Number 59 and number 47, no mushrooms on the first one!"Tony answered in his Always good mood "59 without mushrooms and 47 Aye captain!"She smiled. If it wasn't for Tony, Jessica and the other staff here, she would be depressed. She was sure. She looked around in the diner. Mr. Miller had left. Thank god for that. People were coming in, even more people. She sighed silently, not trying to think of how useless her job was and started making the coffee for table 17 as the fake smile was back again... ( you wanted to love your fellow man, avoid public transport. It was good for the environment, economical, and as he lived in the city, it could get Christopher anywhere he wanted to go. The only downside was the fact that other people used public transport, too, and the recently separated investment broker was beginning to realize that other people were horrible dubiously-sane demagogues who didn't care about anyone other than themselves and their own comfort. Not that the divorce was making him bitter or anything, no, anyone who spent too much time on public transport would eventually come to this realization. When you had a switchover from the subway to a bus involved it only increased the diversity of human filth that you found yourself exposed to during your daily commute.He'd already known, for a long time, just what pieces of shit "neighbors" so frequently were, of course. Back in the suburbs, it'd been people reporting him for running his sprinklers at the wrong hour or deciding that they wanted to start a garbage-bonfire during a diner party, where as the rathole apartment that he'd moved into while going through his divorce was graced with people who apparently just didn't sleep and/or had converted their apartment into a pot distribution center. Oh, and of course, there was the guy just down the hall who had a different girl at his place every couple of days and had responded to a request to 'keep it down after 10pm' via some form of sound amplification that had to be illegal. Had he bought a parabolic reflector or something?Seriously, it was absolutely insane and he genuinely didn't get how people were this horrible. Was it him, somehow, in some defiance of common sense? No, Christopher Blake didn't think that could be it. The only logical explanation had to be that he was the last good and sane human being left on the planet. This thought, at least, was what was going through his head as he walked through the door of the diner across the street from the aforementioned rathole apartment after making it the final half-block between his home and the nearest bus stop....walking through the door of the diner, that is, and yelling at someone on his cellphone.."Look, no, no, you listen to me,-- I'm not going to say this again," he said, very very clearly. "I don't care what the reasons are, okay, I don't care anymore. She's won, if she wants out, she's out. Your job isn't to punish her, it's to fucking make sure that my daughter is taken care of and her life is disrupted as little as possible. If that means she gets the house, she gets the fucking house, and I want in writing that I pay for the house payments for at least as long as Shelly is living there. Not 'until she turns 18,' either, but for as long as she needs a stable home. Do you hear me?"He just listened to the mumbled assent, let out a harsh, "Good," and hung up the phone.There was a small part of him that was tempted to toss the phone across the diner, but he didn't, just putting it back in his pocket and letting out a loud sigh as he moved over to the bar. There were a fair number of people looking at him, he knew that, but he honestly didn't care. Whatever, maybe Christopher isn't the last truly good person on the planet-- maybeeveryonejust had bad days now and again,-- and, fuck it, maybe the divorce had made him a little bitter."I need something to drink," he said, idly, at the waitress... whose.. name he thought was Jane or Jo or something? He really should know this, she more or less took care of him every night,-- "Some food too. Can you please just pick something out for me and put it in front of me? I'm through making decisions for the day..."There was something a little broken in his eyes as he glanced at the pretty blonde, just-- he was done,- waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from the woman before just laying his head down on the table and wondering for yet another time just what had happened to his life. Seriously? What had he done wrong, where had he made his mistake, he'd done,- as far as he knew,-- absolutely everything correctly and yet somehow he'd still ended up in a miserable failed marriage... a daughter who didn't understand what was going on... and the flaming wreckage of what he'd thought was a good life.ThefuckingAmerican Dream.He was just beginning to find his center again when his cellphone rang,-- because of course it did-- he didn't even answer it, not right away, just laugh/crying for a tiny bit before finally sitting up straight and digging the smartphone out of his pocket and checking who it was.... which earned a snort and a sigh, even as he swiped to answer the call, bringing it up to his head... because ofcourseit would be here."Christopher,"she'd said, voice having that oddly formal lint to it that it'd had since she'd given him the divorce papers.He just sighed, "What do you want, Amanda?""I just needed to check in with you. Shelly and I are going upstate this weekend, if that's alright with you, to visit my Mother. I know it's your weekend but...""No no, it's okay, whatever," Christopher said, shrugging a bit. "A week at her grandmothers will do her some good. I'll see her when she gets back. Was there anything else?"There wasn't any kind of answer, not for a good long moment, then that quiet formal voice just said,"My Lawyer tells me that you're giving me the House? You know I can't afford--""Did your Lawyer tell you that I'm continuing to pay the house payments? I'm not making my daughter live out of a goddamned box, Amanda, swallow your pride and deal." Christopher probably let a little too much annoyance into that last line, taking a bit of a sigh and trying to recenter himself. It didn't work all that well. "Anyway, you need to talk to your Lawyer about this stuff, unless you finally want to tell me why the hell you broke up a 16-year marriage.""This isn't your fault.""So you keep saying, look, I don't want to talk about this. If you really don't want a free house, talk to your Lawyer, but I'm not budging. Bye, Amanda," he said, hanging up the phone, and just leaving it sitting out on the bar as he just mutely looked around him and idly wished that ANY of that could have waited until he'd gotten back home. But, of course it couldn't. No, he had to have all this out in the middle of his diner while he was having his fucking dinner.There was a bit of relief in his eyes, finally, as he spotted the blonde waitress coming back over toward him,-- his drink in hand,-- Oh, thank the lord:Liquor....Joanne.. that was the name."Thanks Joanne," he says, sparing her a little look and having the good graces to look a little embarrassed. As much by how he forgot her name, again, as by what she and the rest of the diner heard. Hell, considering how drunk he's been getting, the 'forgetting her name' thing wasn't that surprising. How drunk he'll, god willing, be getting again tonight. "You're my favorite woman over the age of 13 at the moment. You have no idea how much I need this after the day that I've been having. How's my favorite cute diner waitress doing tonight?" She had just finished cleaning two tables as she saw the man coming in. The man that was familiar to her. Christopher was his name. He came more often and seemed to always be in a bad mood. He mostly ate dinner, had a few drinks, sometimes a few drinks too much and he looked depressed. He had started coming for dinner a few weeks ago. The reason for that was that his wife had left him. She went back to the counter as he entered the diner. He was yelling into his mobile phone. People stared at him. Joanne did not. She looked down at the counter and cleaned away some cups as she couldn't stop herself from listening.She already knew he was going through a divorce. When he was drunk he would start talking. But he seemed to be in a worse mood every time. She knew how he felt, she knew how it was being in the middle of a divorce. She had been there. She knew it felt like free falling. She knew it felt like someone died and she herself had mourned about her divorce. She had mourned because the love had died. And he was not in the stage of mourning yet. He was in the freefall. He was in the stage of raging and raving, of being angry and feeling frustrated. He had not said goodbye yet, somewhere deep inside there was still hope. It would die when time would pass.The people around stopped staring at him one by one, continueing their own conversations or their dinner. She hated society. How could people be so cruel to each other? When someone was screaming in frustration,anger or fear everyone stared and as soon as it was over everyone just continued with their own pathetic life without even caring about the reasons behind this scream. Not even caring about how this person that had screamed felt. Everyone only wanted sensation. Talking to someone to listen to their story so they could vent was not sensational enough.He sat down and ordered a drink as always. She nodded and gave him a short smile as he said he needed something, anything to eat. She went to the opening to the kitchen and said to Tony "please a number 44"Tony directly started to work and she poured him his drink. His phone rang again. Amanda. That was his ex-wife. He had said her name a few times. And he had a daughter. She waited politely until he was done with his mobile Phone and put his drink in front of him. She gave him a reassuring smile as he called her his favorite waitress. He even remembered her name this time. Or he just had read the nametag. Now she was sure he had already been drinking before. She said more polite than anything "I am fine Chris, how are you? Doesn't seem to be your best day today heh?" She knew he needed to vent, she was polite. She would listen. That was her job. And in the end nobody cared how she was doing, it was just out of politeness that they asked. And hey, this guy had every right to only care about his situation at the moment. Tony called that the meal was ready and she turned around and took the plate with mashed potatoes, fried and breaded chicken and a farmer salad and put it in front of him. "Before you tell me about your day, have something to eat. I know you need it" She had a good look at him, it seemed like he hadn't slept in a while and he looked really tired. She leaned on the counter and waited for him to start venting. Once the drink was in front of him, Christopher just took it and had a nice drink, almost immediately feeling a bit better. It wasn't his first drink of the evening, he'd gone out with a few guys after work and they'd tried to cheer him up by taking him to a strip club, a plan that hadn't really worked all that well. He'd mostly just sat by the bar, his friends trying to get him to loosen up a bit and have some fun,-- for a bit,-- before eventually just leaving him to his own devices. He'd eventually just... left..He knew the alcohol wasn't healthy, that he couldn't keep this up the way he'd been doing so far, but so far he'd persuaded himself that he'd try actually dealing with stuff like an adult... next week..He sure as hell didn't want to start with this now, not with his soon-to-be-ex-wife and his daughter heading upstate to spend some time with their grandmother, who for whatever reason had never liked him and always thought that her daughter should marry someone more like Amanda's sister's husband. Why they idolized that guy never made sense to him......not that Christopher had any problem with the guy, he just didn't see why that guy was 'approved' while he wasn't. Maybe earlier on, anyway, when he'd been starting out and working absurd hours as an unpaid intern for the company that he now worked out. That was just the way of things, though, and it'd paid off in the end. Honestly, more than a few of his work buddies viewed his divorce almost like a right of passage, having gone through several themselves.He wasn't like them, though, he'd always made time in his life for Amanda and Shelly..."...yeah, thanks," Christopher finally said when his waitress put the food down in front of him. Sparing her a little smile and having another sip of his drink. It was weird, this little blonde waitress was probably the only person that he'd met who actually gave him any kind of care and attention. He'd thought she was just doing her job, at first, but it'd become gradually more and more obvious over the past few weeks that she actually gave a damn about what was going on in his life. Sympathized, in some fashion, and it was the kind of little thing that he very much appreciated. Especially as he sat down with his dinner, enjoying the friend chicken and especially the salad, even eating every speck of mashed potato on his plate and asking if he could have a little pie.Hewashungry, after all, and they had good pie here.Like, the pie here was Dean Winchester level good.It was as he was waiting for his pie that he started to finally go into what she'd asked him, finally having calmed down enough to actually talk..."It was, you know, a normal day. Too much to do at work, boss yelling at me,-- I had a meeting with my Lawyer this afternoon, which went... well, you heard some of it.. My Lawyer wants to sell the house, split the proceeds between us after we pay off the balance of the mortgage, the end result of which would be blowing a perfectly good house for practically nothing. He says that Amanda is pushing for it, god only knows why, and that we should take advantage. That it increases my odds of custody down the line,-- cause, you know, I'd have an actual apartment once I'm 'free' again and Amanda would be living who knows where, struggling to put food on the table much less a house with the child support payments. He says I shouldn't agree to pay Alimonyat allunless I can get some kind of explanation out of her."Hands run through his blonde hair, fingers curling together, just looking,-- frustrated and defeated,-"It's all some stupid kind of game to everyone, it feels like, everyone except me and my daughter. I just want her to be happy and taken care of, hell, I don't even wanna see Amanda in too bad a position. I mean, I will admit, I kind of... I do want her to hurt a little.. I want to toregretwhat she's done. Like, BAD. But, I have the money, I can afford to take care of the both of them. She's the mother of my child, and still a good mother from what Shelly says when she's not upset, she just.. didn't wanna be a wife anymore. I don't wanna blame her for that even if I don't understand it."He just sighs, looking up at her, a bit weak.Wantingsomeone, at least, to tell him that he's doing what's right."...is that my Pie..? You guys have really good pie." She smiled and nodded as he wanted pie and took a piece of pie from the platter on the counter as she kept on focussing on what he said. Also routine. She was used to do things and still listen carefully to what customer told her. She put his piece of pie on a plate and took a fork and laid it on the plate too as she kept on nodding in between while he was talking to motion that she was listening to every word and shifted her eyes constantely from her task to him and back.She put the plate with the pie in front of him as he looked her in the eyes after he had told her his problem. She couldn't believe there were actually men that would pay a house for their ex-wife and daughter just because he wanted them to have a good life. He was not at all like her ex-husband, who had taken every single penny that he could get and left her with the standard alimony that he needed to pay by law and even when Summer would spend a night at his place, she needed to give him clothes, a blanket, underwear, toothpaste, everything the girl needed. Hell, as she wore diapers, he didn't even bother to buy a package of diapers once every two to three months. She would give him diapers every time he would pick her up. Summer only spent Saturday and Sunday at his place and he would have had enough with one package for every three months or so but even that had never happened.She concentrated on Christopher again. She knew he needed someone to tell him that he was doing the right thing. And in her eyes he WAS doing the right thing. She gave him a smile as he looked into her eyes and said "Chris, I think you are a very generous man for doing this for your ex-wife and your daughter. Don't let some lawyer tell you what to do. If that is how you feel in your heart"she laid her hand on her chest "than follow your heart. Your ex-wife and daughter should recognize how Lucky they are with someone like you, a lot of men wouldn't do this. And that you want revenge is a very normal feeling too. It just doesn't really change anything you know. And this feeling will go away eventually. As soon as you yourself have moved on with your life, you can look at it and feel no hate for her anymore or the urge to hurt her."She felt sorry for this poor guy in front of her. He had mentioned it a few times but she just couldn't believe it. This woman just didn't want to be his wife anymore. There must be more reason to it. Maybe she cheated? Joanne didn't know but nobody just stopped loving their husband. That woman had done something terrible without even realizing it, she had broken this man. And now he was trying to pick up the pieces, or at the moment not even that, he was just staring at the pieces, tears in his eyes and unable to move. And the amounts of alcohol he consumed every week weren't helping either. Joanne knew though that telling him that wouldn't change a thing. The only one who could change that was he himself, he needed to start picking up the pieces of his shattered dream and start to move forward. But it needed time. It needed strength. It needed endurance. And all of that he didn't have at the moment. At the moment he was drowning in tears.She hadn't told him about her private life at all. She never told anyone of her customers. No matter how much the customers told her about them. She was there to serve them, to listen to them and to give some advise sometimes. Not to talk about her own shit. She felt in her body that she was exhausted too. And at home there was still two machines of laundry that needed to be done, the dishes were in the sink and the place needed a vacuum too. She pushed that aside for now and concentrated on Christopher, her job was not done yet. He would want to talk more.She smiled "Yes that pie is yours, it is on the house" He wasn't really expecting Joanne to say anything, so when she answers his unvoiced question it hit him a bit harder than she'd perhaps expected. He finds himself nodding, and some of emotion that had been building up escapes and he literally starts to cry,-- tears running down his cheek, at least for a moment, before he moves his hand up to wipe them away and gets himself back under control. He needed that, needed to hear that he was doing the right thing, that he was doing right by his... his ex-wife.. and their daughter. Even to hear that his desire for her to hurt wasn't wrong either, which Joanne didn't exactlysaybut which he felt had been implied when she'd noted that it was a normal feeling.He knew that already, of course, but still----hearing someone say it was another thing.The last bit of advice that his waitress has, though, earns a bit of a smile. He can accept that she's probably right, honestly, but the notion that the feelings will go away seems a distant thing. The notion of having moved on with his life, especially, seems like a pipe dream. How exactly doesthathappen? He certainly can't see anything like that, not right now, but it's kind of a nice thought in any event. At least, partly, it's also the kind of thought that hurts rather more than you'd thought. He had assumed that Amanda would be a part of his life forever.Adjusting to the fact that she wouldn't be, that the part of his life where Amanda was by his side... was ending.. that was a bitter pill.The pie, though, the pie made everything a lot easier.He laughed, though, at the notion of it being on the house and shook his head. No, that wouldn't do at all."It's a nice offer, Joanne, but no," he said. "Money is, like, the only thing I actually have left. I've lost everything else, but I have money, and I'm paying for this pie. I'm giving you the biggest tip you've ever gotten in your life too, once I eventually leave for the evening to go spend the rest of the night alone in my empty rathole apartment, and you're going to take both of those with a smile on your face."It's a command, but he has a smile on his face as he gives it, his eyes filled with a bit of mirth."I mean, seriously, you deserve a big tip for listening to me go on like this," he says, smiling a bit. "I don't get why you're always so patient with me. Thank you, though, it's... appreciated."It was, too,-- even when he couldn't really remember her name, Joanne had become one of the nicer parts of his day since he moved into the apartment across the way,-- he always made sure to tip fairly well, too, which he was sure somewhat played into her willingness to listen to him rant and ramble. Though, that didn't seem all of it, if he had to put a wager on it? He'd guess that there was something else going on there that played into how much patience she was willing to give him."I mean, this isn't your job, it's not like you're a bartender," he said, chuckling a bit. "...though I suppose I have been using you for that purpose for a while, haven't I?"He glanced down at his beer, sighing a bit, shaking his head....damnit, he really does need to start sobering up at some point, doesn't he?"...I'm really not an alcoholic, you know? I was a 'only during the holidays and rarely after a bad at work,' kind of drinker after this, and never more than a glass or rarely two. I mean, I'm really not, I'm sure everyone who serves liquor hears this ever so often and lord knows I'm wasted right now. So this is some kind of drunken rant or something. But, this isn't me. It's not who I am. I didn't even start until that first confrontation with Amanda when she'd served me the divorce papers. We got into such an argument, too, just... She wouldn't tell me what I'd done, or what she'd done, or anything. I wouldn't even sign them, I made her go to a Doctor first and I even tried to get her to go to Therapy. I hired a fucking private investigator..."He sighs a little, glancing at the beer, wanting to take a sip but not......he has a bit of his pie, instead, digging into it with his fork and enjoying a bite."...she'd ask me to sign the papers more or less every morning. Wouldn't come to bed at night. My daughter,-- she's 13,-- she'd noticed something was wrong and was just beside herself. I didn't even know what to tell her, other than reassuring her that it wasn't her fault, which-- I mean, Manda still seems to be a good mother still, she hasn't stopped THAT,-- but I just don't get it," he says, looking up at Joanne, eyes kind of empty and dead. Kind of wishing, against all reason, that she'd tell himwhybut knowing that was a pipe dream. How would she even know? "Finally, I just,-- I left, and I hit a bar and didn't leave until 2am and called a friend to come get me. Spent the night at his house. Next morning, I finally signed the papers and got this little apartment. Didn't really even look, honestly, just found this place and grabbed it."The rest, as they say, was history.She knew most of the rest, or at least, most of the parts that involved him coming into this diner....more Pie, carefully bitten off, another chunk pushed into his mouth."..this is damned good pie, by the way," he says, smiling a bit. "Really, forget everything else, you guys should just sell this pie."He laughs a bit. XD"Looks like you got a new customer, Joanne, go on. I'll keep for a bit."He waves her off, having a bit more pie, running everything over again in his head as he tries to make sense of it and not for the first time. Joanne smiled at him as he thanked her for listening and mentioned that this was not her job. And he gave her her too big tip "Aw Chris, that is ok really. I am here whenever you need someone to chat with. I know how life can suck sometimes...and..thank you so much for the tip That is incredibly generous"She wished she would have swallowed that. That was a first hint of her life being shitty too. Luckily he was drunk enough to not notice it as he went on about how he left his wife and about his daughter. He looked at her as if she would have the answer on why his ex-wife had left him. She of course didn't have an answer. She couldn't believe it herself that this what seemed to be perfect marriage was broken. It made her somehow...sad because that meant that not even obviously perfect couples like Christopher and Amanda could stay with each other forever.Of course she knew he was not an alcoholic. Hell she, who never drank alcohol, had the urge to drink a bottle of whiskey every day after her divorce. But she hadn't done that. Her daughter was too small and constantly with her, so there was no chance for Joanne to get drunk. She had to work and take care of her daughter.Another customer came in and Chris sent her away to servce him. She walked to the table they had picked and said her sentence again"Hi, I am your waitress Joanne, how can I serve you?"At this point in the evening the diner was almost empty and they ordered only some coffee and donuts. She had a few donuts left so she made the couple coffee and donuts and served them. The diner would close in about 30 minutes. She leaned against the counter again with her hip and said to Christopher"You know what Chris? You should be proud of yourself. You are strong enough to not break down entirely, you make a good living and at one point there will a woman that loves you as you deserve it."She smiled at him to give her words more power. She meant what she said. People that had divorced and didn't break down, those were the strong people in society. And he hadn't broke down. He was sad and needed to vent, but he had not broken down. And she was happy that he was so strong.She took his empty glass away "do you maybe want something else to drink?"she said hopeful that he would not want more alcohol... It was getting along to the time when he really should have left for the evening, knowing that the Diner wasn't going to be open for much longer and it'd probably be best if he just left. Already, in point of fact, most of the other customers had vacated the place and one of the other employees was already starting to do the last-wipe down of the place. They'd probably start stacking chairs ontop of things, soon, and Christopher always left before that time out of a desire to not be a bother if nothing else.The last thing he wanted was to slow things down, after all, but tonight he just felt extra needy. He'd intended to go home and do some cleaning up around his apartment, getting it ready for when Shelly came to visit this weekend but now that wasn't going to happen and he didn't relish heading home to that empty apartment. Here, he had an attractive blonde girl who listened to him, who acted like she cared and it wasn't really easy for him to leave that right at this moment,----even if it was just her job to treat him nice.A job that would, very soon, be over.He still found himself wanting to soak up as much of that as he could, just smiling a bit when she came over and gave him her little compliment. It did feel good, honestly, to be told that he should be proud of himself even if he didn't really feel like that was warranted at the moment. Not breaking down "entirely" just didn't seem like something to celebrate, but he supposed he could see what she meant, he'd not just fallen under a bottle and crawled under a rock to die. Really, this blonde waitress,-- Jane? No no, Joanne,-- she'd probably seen him at his most authentic... other than Amanda, who'd seen him break down a few times, and just looked at him with the most awkwardly heartbreaking look. Like... his soon to be ex-wife didn't want this but just couldn't figure out what to do..He just gave her a weak smile, nodding a bit, "Thanks..."The request for something more to drink, though, had him almost immediately pondering another drink. Except, that really wasn't helping anything, was it? It took away some of the pain, or at least delayed it, but it didn't actually fix anything and he couldn't keep doing this forever. He had to stop at some point, to start actuallydealingwith things,----"Yeah, some coffee, please? Assuming you don't have to brew another pot, anyway, I know you guys are probably looking to start closing things up soon." Happy that he seemed to give the alcohol a rest, at least for the night, she nodded and smiled again "Nah, I have some coffee left here"She took the last bit out of the coffeepot and poured it into a cup. She gave him the coffee and a spoon."Yeah we are closing soon but it is ok, you have 20 more minutes and we still need to clean up." She looked at Sandy who was putting the chairs on top of the tables and checking the guestroom. They still needed to clean the floor and make everything ready for tomorrow. Sandy was quick, she was still young. She worked here part time to finance her university and mostly worked in the late shift. She was a nice girl but only a girl, she had to learn a lot.Joanne almost had to smile about the thought that Sandy needed to learn a lot. As if she had learned anything from life other than that most men were bastards. She wished she could be as naive sometimes as Sandy. She wished she could still believe in shit like real love, fate and all that. She had really loved her ex-husband. She really had. And he had broken her heart. She was still trying to pick up the pieces. Most pieces she had glued together but not all. There were still tiny pieces missing. And her life was just...exhausting. The job, the Household, taking care of Summer...no time for herself, for anything she wanted. Not to speak of the money she didn't have to buy herself something nice..sometimes, when she would sit at home after a long day and Summer was sleeping, she would just stare into the room and be lost in the thought of what sense this life made? She needed to go on, for Summer, that was the only sense.She blinked two times and came back to reality as she looked at Christopher sipping his coffee. She started to clean up the counter, wipe all the surfaces as she said to him "Hey, you know what you should do? Take a break from everything. Go somewhere where you have never been and just take a break" she looked at him for a second and concentrated on wiping the surfaces again. She had never had this oppertunity to take a break. She would have done everything for that. She had almost had a breakdown a few months after the divorce. But she had made it out. And he would to.. Christopher just smiled, taking the offered coffee cup as she handed it over to him, having a sip even as she explained that he still had 20 minutes. It was a thought that made him want to drink, because he wasn't quite ready to leave that soon, but he just enjoyed the hard bitter taste of his coffee,-- which he took black,- tried to keep something close to a reign on his emotions. It felt good to let loose, and it wasn't like there was anyone to see him when he got home, but for whatever reason he still wanted to leave the diner with some modicum of self-control....he didn't actually think he'd ever had their coffee before, and it probably wasn't fair to judge them on the literal last cup of the day, but he had to admit that he wasn't too impressed..It was the kind of thought that brought a bit of a smile to his face, and a dry chuckle, even as he had some more coffee. He had some coffee back home, at least, needing it every morning if nothing else and he might even make himself a pot when he got back. Sure, it was a bit late to be drinking coffee, but he doubted he'd sleep much at this point anyway. Really, being miserable and crawling out of his skin tomorrow was pretty much just par for the course for him these days. Pain, at least, was a steady reminder that he was still somehow alive.He'd almost lost track of Joanne until she recommended that he 'take a break from everything.' That, at least, was an interesting idea for all that he wasn't quite sure what she meant. "What, you mean, like, a vacation? I don't know... I feel like work is the only thing keeping me sane right now.."He paused a bit, having a bit more coffee."Not sure where I'd go, anyway, everywhere that I'd want to go,-- well, alone and all, that'd just bum me out,- like I should be goingwithsomeone." He frowned a bit, finding that a bit of a bummer, for all that he didn't really retreat from the image. It was an interesting idea, but he knew at his current state of mind it'd just be a wasted vacation spent in idle musing of what Amanda would have thought of wherever he ended up going and somehow that just didn't seem... fun.. Maybe he could get Shelly for a bit, though, go somewhere with his daughter? Some Father/Daughter bonding?...somehow he thought that'd just depress them both, honestly, more than anything else.. Still, a better idea than going on his own.None the less, he raised his coffee cup a bit, a toast to his waitress. "Yeah, not sure if that's exactly the right idea for me right now. Maybe if I had someone to go with me? Heh, shame I couldn't just take you, I bet you could use a vacation nearly as bad as I could. But, no, I think my immediate future is just moping around and being depressed in my empty apartment listening to my neighbor fuck yet another girl. I've never been able to do that, you know, the whole,-- casual crap,-- I can barely hold a woman's hand without beginning to get attached. Heh."More coffee.He really should go..."Actually, you know where I'd like to go, if I had the chance?"He smiles over at her, waiting for some acknowledgement."Hawaii. Just, take a month off and enjoy the beaches,-- no tours or anything,- just find a nice secluded beach house miles and miles away from anything. Do absolutely nothing. Just me, my daughter,-- she'd love the beaches there, she's never actually seen the Ocean you know?,-- she could meet some island boy and have her first little innocent relationship. It'd be great. Heh, Amanda always wanted to go, but we were never able to find the time and it'd be suuuuuch a rub in her face kind of thing. Not that that's why I'd want to go. Just.. you know... icing."He sighs a little."Don't think I'd want to do something like that, you know, withoutsomeone. I'd get lonely if it was just me and Shelly."Christopher glances down at his coffee, having the last of it, frowning a bit."...anyway, I should probably go, let you guys finish cleaning up without having to worry over me." He gave her a little smile. "Thanks, though,-- Joanne?-- you've been... well, I know you're just doing your job but you've been one of the things helping to keep me sane and I appreciate it."He digs into his wallet, giving her that tip that he'd promised,-- pretty much just tossing a $100 on the table and pushing it over to in her direction,-"n' no protestin', I can afford it and you deserve it for listening to me whine. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess..." Joanne listened to him argumenting more with himself wether or not a vacation would be good for him and had to smile a bit as he said that he would take her with him. Like that would ever happen, a man taking her on a vacation. Not to mention that Summer would be there too. She tried to ignore as he said that she probably needed vacation. If she would think about it too much there was a chance she would feel sad again. She concentrated on what more he said. As he mentioned Hawaii she sighed silently. What she would give to go to such an Island....with Summer and maybe her mother who hadn't been able to take a break in forever too. Or even like he said with someone actually male and interested in her...how romantic that would be? Romantic...pfff....bullshit. She almost had to laugh about the strain of thoughts.As Christopher had left Sandy was almost done in the dining room."Hey, that guy seemed to be really desperate huh?"Joanne smiled "nah....just another one that has been hit hard by life"Sandy had to laugh "hit hard? Why that?""Well...if your wife leaves you after several years of marriage, you own a house she is living in and you two have a daughter together and the reason of her ending the marriage is not even clear...that is just...brutal"Sandy nodded and looked serious now "Wow...poor bastard""Yeah...he is...he really is. But he is strong""How do you know?""Well...I am usually the one on shift when he is here and he talks a lot. Mostly because he is tipsy or drunk but I can sense that he tells the truth. He will make it. He just needs to start to pick up the pieces. But he will get there. He just needs time"Sandy was done cleaning and came around to turn off the lights in the kitchen as she patted Joanne"s back while passing by "You are a great woman do you know that Joanne?"Joanne laughed "Why do you say that?""Well...you have a heart for everyone where others couldn't care less""Well...that is part of the job and also my personality. I know which shit he is going through"Sandy nodded. She knew about Joannes divorce.They turned off the lights and as Joanne was locking the door she said "You have late shift too tomorrow?"Sandy nodded "Yup, starting at 6.""Good than we'll see each other tomorrow, I am starting at 3 tomorrow."They waved at each other and made their way.Exhausted Joanne rushed through the dark Streets. It at least had stopped raining at one point but everything was still wet. She quickly walked the few blocks to the subway station and took the subway for three stations. She got out and walked 1 block further to her apartment. She used the key to get in. Her mother was on the couch and had fallen asleep, the television was on and the light of the television lighted her mothers face. She tiptoed further to the bedroom of her daughter and opened the door silently. The little blonde girl was laying with legs and arms spreaded in the bed, her little head tilted to the left side and she was peacefully sleeping, her chest moving up and down with her breathing. Joanne stood in the doorway and smiled tenderly. She loved the girl so much. She slowly closed the door again and went back to the living room. She softly laid a blanket over her mother and turned off the TV. It had happened several times that her mother had fallen asleep and she would not wake her mom up, she would just sleep on the couch. She took her mobile Phone out of her pocket and sent a text to her dad"Dad, mom is sleeping again on the couch, just so you know"Her father read it immediately and answered her"Ok sweety, thanks for the heads up"She laid her Phone on the table and sighed. She went to the bathroom, undressed and took a short but hot shower. The hot water running over her strained muscles and her tired legs felt good. After the shower she dressed up in a comfortable pyama and went to bed. She almost immediately slept.~"Summer no, please leave mommy for a minute!"Joanne tried to pull away from her daughter annoyed as she stood in the kitchen and peeled potatoes to make a early dinner for her and her daughter. "Go play in the living room or in your bedroom ok? Mommy will call you as soon as dinner is done"Summer stubbornly shook her head and grabbed Joannes leg again as she said in a whiny voice "Mommmyyyyy...please make the puzzle with me...moooommmmmyyyy"Joanne rolled her eyes and peeled potatoes even faster as she tried not to lose her patience. She didn't answer Summer anymore, telling her to go wouldn't help, at this point she needed to ignore the girl until she would give up.By the time she was done with the potatoes, Summer had given up and was playing loudly with her barbies in her room. She boiled the potatoes, made some meat with it and peas and carrots. As the dinner was done it was almost 1:30."Come on Summer, dinner time, mommy needs to work soon, grandmom will come soon"~This time she would be on time. She turned the last corner and pulled her Phone from her pocket while walking and saw it was 2:54. She was on time. She entered the diner and smiled at her boss who was only there to check if she would be there for her shift. Her boss smiled back and quickly afterwards left the diner too. Early shift was still there, Heather and the cook Tony. Heather was just serving some tables as Joanne went straight into the kitchen "Tony! Here again? You seem to live here!" Tony laughed as he turned around some burgers on the grill "Yeah, I have no goddamn private life, Always here. I have nothing else to do"Joanne laughed as she took her apron and made herself ready to another day of being a waitress. Christopher ambled on across the street, checking his mail and heading up into his tiny little postage stamp of an apartment,-- mail deposited on the coffee table before he headed into the kitchen and started brewing a small pot of coffee and heading over to the refrigerator. It was depressing, really, opening the door and seeing all of that pure unadultered empty space. There was a bottle of ketchup, a jar of pickles, some leftover chinese that was probably two weeks old by now and which he should throw out, a half-empty carton of eggs... some syrup, butter, and a thing of eggos that he needed more of because he was almost out and that was more or less what he'd been having breakfast on the days when he didn't just have toast.Before the eggos, he'd just had poptarts...God, my life is really so pathetic right now...It shouldn't be like this, honestly, he'd told himself that he was going to do better. Fuck knows that, the previous weekend, Shelly had been bored out of her mind and not exactly thrilled with their meal choices during the weekend that she'd spent... at.. his.. apartment.It was the kind of thought that led him to his phone, dialing up his ex-wife,--"...yes, Christopher?""Hey. Did.. Did Shelly ask if she could not do the weekend thing?""What? No, you know that she--""Yes, I know she loves me. I'm not upset. Did she ask that?"There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. Finally, Amanda just spit it out. "...Yes.."It was all Christopher could do to shake his head, laughing a little, the spare hand that wasn't holding the phone running through his hair. "Oh god, that's just perfect, I am so messed up that my daughter doesn't even want to spend time with me. That's just... that's great, Chris, wonderful job that you're doing here.""I've told her that it's not your fault, that this divorce is really hard on you.""Doesn't seem very difficult on you," he said, idly, a bit of bite behind it.There was another pause, shorter this time. "I've know this was going to happen.""You could have given me a little warning. I thought everything was fine," he said, idly. "Hell, the night before...""...sex was never our problem, Christopher..""What WAS our problem, then? Can you at least tell me that?" Christopher-- well, he didn't ask. He was all but yelling. "Don't I deserve to know that? I'm your fucking HUSBAND, Amanda.""Don't yell at me," she said, that same calm voice. "You are my husband, for a little while longer, and even when you're not I'll still talk to you. You're Shelly's father. But, don't yell at me.""Can you please just tell me what happened?" he... well, he begged.. pleaded."I'm sorry that I hurt you," she says, frowning. "I-- you knowing won't make this hurt any less. It won't help. Please.""Fine, you know, whatever, look. I'm going..." he said,--"--take care of yourself---" she started, but Christopher hung up on her before she could finish.He felt... his pulse was racing, he felt like he was going to explode, and he glanced over at the cabinet where he had his wine. Just... stared at it for a bit.. before finally moving over toward it, bending down and opening the drawer, taking out the bottle... moving over toward the sink, even as he uncapped it, and poured it all out. Every last drop. It was a waste of good wine, but he couldn't have it in the house, not if he wanted to actually get through this instead of just crawling into a bottle. He wasn't going to lose his daughter.~"I'm telling you, man, what you need is to get yourself some hot little piece of ass," George said, laughing a bit, slapping Christopher on the back. "It'll make you feel better.""Hah, yeah, thanks," Christopher said, trying not to look as appalled by the idea as he actually was. "I should ask my neighbor how he does it. Anyway, I really do have to go, but see you tomorrow man?""Oh definitely," George said, smiling,----the two of them split ways once they got down to the bottom of the staircase that lead to and from the offices where they both worked. George was heading down the way a bit, toward a parking garage, while Christopher took a hard left and started down the street until he reached the subway station. The rest of his commute was almost getting routine, and this time, Christopher didn't detour with a trip to the bar but instead headed straight 'home'. By way of the diner.It was almost an hour earlier than she usually saw him, and he expected some kind of comment even as he saunted over toward the bar and seated himself right where he'd been the previous night. Just waiting for her, his little friendly helpful waitress, while goofing around on his phone. He had way too many emails in his inbox, honestly, and was going over one of them-- from his Lawyer,- when she finally came over to him. She must have seen that he was distracted, not immediately saying anything but not wandering off as he gave her a quick gesture to hold a minute while he finished the email."...huh, my Lawyer wants a meeting.. Wouldn't say why, though," Christopher says, raising a brow, idly wondering if she'd comment on his... sobriety.. "Hey, I need some food, it's not too early for dinner right? I feel like a little fried chicken tonight, I think, maybe some biscuits and gravy. Also! I need to, like, tidy up my apartment some and buy some stuff. Do you haveany ideawhat kind of stuff I should have to keep a 13-year old wanting to actually visit her divorcee father's crummy little apartment? I know I need to do something but if I'm honest I have absolutely no ideas here." He was early today. Joanne saw him coming in from the corner of her eyes as she was taking an order from table 5. And even better, he didn't seem drunk! She smiled at the three business men that ordered coffee and their dinner as she turned around and went to the opening of the kitchen, pinned the order to the board and called out to Tony "Table 5, number 56,number 59 and number 46 without pickles" Tony repeated the order and called out "coming up captain!"as he made an army gesture with his hand. She had to grin and made the coffee for table 5, brought them their coffee cups and went over to Christopher. He was doodling something on his Phone and gestured for her to wait a minute.As he asked her for advise she thought about it for a second "Well, it is not too early for dinner and with your daughter...if you have an extra room for her in your apartment you could paint it in her favorite colours, make her a nice girlie room with a TV and a playstation and posters of her favorite stars, I think she would like that." She gave him a sweet smile "ok, just let me get your food, I'll be right back" She had been right that he hadn't been drinking, his breath didn't smell like alcohol like the last weeks. She was happy that he seemed to be sober and hopeful that he would stay that way too.She went to the opening where Tony showed up with the order for table 5, she took the plates and said to him "Number 31 with gravy and bisquits please"Tony smiled, is it for your favorite customer again?" He made a gesture with his chin in the direction of Christopher. Joanne glanced over at Christopher and looked at tony again as she rolled her eyes and smiled "he is not my favorite customer, he is just a regular"Tony put his hand in his waist like a black woman and said "Uh huhhhh" Joanne had to laugh "Aretha, would you please just make the order" He laughed to now and said "Aye Captain arrrrr!" She shook her head and smiled "Silly person" she turned around and served the food to table 5. "Have a good meal" she gave the gentlemen that were in a discussion about something with finances and houses a smile and turned on her heels.She almost bumped into the early shift Jessica. They walked back to the counter and Jessica made coffee for table 13 as she whispered to Joanne who was standing next to her "You see that guy at table 13? He is cute isn't he? He is some kind of finance genius too, way too high for me"she sighed. Jessica had been single for a while now but she was also still young and had no children. "Why do we Always only have those financial people here?" she complained. Joanne laughed and patted her back "Well, we are next to the bank and financial district love" Jessica smiled "Yeah...and those guys are normally not interested in a waitress except for a quick you-know-what" Joanne shook her head "Hey..not all of them are the same, if he gives you some kind of sign that he is flirting with you just take your chance, you will notice quick enough if it is just something for the bedroom" Jessica nodded and smiled. She took the coffeecups and swayed her hips a little more as she went back to table 13. Joanne watched her going and watched the guy she was interested in. He was definitely interested in her too. His eyes were twinkling as she came closer, he was staring at her and smiled almost shy as she talked to him. She was blushing and so was he. Joanne sighed and smiled. Love could be so beautiful..and so hurtful too...her smile dissapeared for a second as she tried to abandon the thoughts that were coming up. For her love was not beautful anymore, she Always connected love with pain...she quickly turned around and went back to Christopher with the slight sway in her hips like Always."So how have you been holding up to Chris? I notice you haven't been drinking today...that is great!" she smiled cheerfully. Maybe he had finally noticed that alcohol would not give him any solution and just made everything worse? She certainly hoped so. He was a lot clearer today and awake. He didn't seem as depressed as the last weeks and he seemed determined to change something. The advice that she'd given was acceptable enough,-- he could head out to Philip-Morris and get some paint this weekend,-- spend the time redoing her walls and hanging up a new flat-screen TV and a game system. Nothing too nice, though, he didn't want to compete too much with the way her room was back home. Just close enough that coming to his apartment wouldn't be a huge let-down, that she wouldn't mind it as much, rather than making it seem like he was bribing her."Thanks," he said, giving Joanne a smile even as she ran off to take care of the rest of her customers.She was busy, too, this place obviously having a lot more folk about in the time that he usually spent at the bar.Not just the idle sorts that were still here around the time that he usually stumbled in, either, but high-brow financial types stopping here on their way home. Not a lot of him, Christopher certainly knew that this place wasn't any kind of secret-of-the-investment-community, but it was apparently a well-kept secret of a few of the people that worked in some of the firms. Both Chris' competitors and even a few people that worked for the same firm as him if not any of his direct co-workers. In fact, he didn't think he saw manybrokers, for that matter-- which made sense, this wasn't their kind of place,- but there were more than a few of the other folk that workedforthe financial district as opposed tomaking upthe financial district.That that they weren't important, smart, valuable people without whose help the entire edifice wouldn't collapse.Plus, of course, a few interns,-- this place was kind of a mecca for interns,-- good food and not too expensive.He couldn't help but smile a little at seeing the one waitress flirting with just such a non-paid employee. He looked to be presenting himself as a big shot, from the look of it, which made sense since that was a very large part of what being an intern for one of the big companies wasabout: you faked it until you made it. Maybe he'd make it, even, Christopher had managed that himself even if he wasn't one of the richest men in the country or even properly in the 1%. He was probably in the 10%, though, and that was more than enough for him. Honestly, he wished the two of them all the look,-- still glancing over in their direction, watching the young love, when Joanne came back to him with his dinner and some more kind words."So how have you been holding up to Chris? I notice you haven't been drinking today...that is great!""Thanks," he says, smiling. "Apparently my Daughter doesn't wanna spend the weekend with me. I took a good hard look at my life last night and realizedwhy, and-- well,-- the first step out of that hole was cutting out the drinking and actually trying to turn my apartment into some kind of a home," he says, shrugging a bit. It was a bit of a daunting task for him, if he was honest, for all that he was kind of looking forward to it in a weird sort of way. "...it'll be a bit of an experience for me, anyway, Amanda always handled most of the... decoration.. and everything. I just earned the money."He laughs a little, shaking his head."Anyway, please, don't let me keep you-- this is obviously your busy time, and I'll probably be here for a while, at least tonight," he said, smiling a bit.He had some more unpacking to do, and some shopping online, but he still very much preferred the idea of sitting in the diner until near to when it closed rather than going home. He had his phone, after all, and he knew that Joanne would keep the coffee coming for him. Maybe he'd even get a chance to actually talk to her tonight, if he wasn't circling the drain,----indeed, as he watched Joanne go about her tasks for the evening, slowly picking at his dinner, he couldn't help but realize that he knew almost nothing about her. She was a pretty blonde, friendly and attentive, but other than her name he didn't know a thing about her at all.She, of course, knew plenty about him... and, he thought, genuinely cared to at least some extent.. Indeed, Christopher realized with a start, he considered her something of a friend.Having a sip of his coffee, and a bite of his meal, he just watched her a bit more......fairly sure that she'dseenhim watching her, too...He didn't mind dominating the conversation a bit, she seemed to be volunteering as a amateur shrink, but unlike a shrink: she could talk too. He'd get at least a little bit out of her tonight. The thought brought a little bit of a smile to his face, Christopher always being the type to enjoy a bit of a game, and-- well, she was probably married or had a boyfriend or something, but that was okay. He wasn't ready for anything and didn't really have any solid ambitions of anything happening, but hewasgoing to have to get back into the game at some point, and he had a feeling that she'd appreciate a bit of gentle unassuming flirting.Just a little though, he certainly didn't want to have to find a new diner if things went poorly, after all. Joanne moved around, served some more coffee and took orders for some tables. She noticed now though that Christopher was sober, his behaviour was different. He didn't seem to be as depressed as usual and he also took notice of his surroundings, especially he seemed to take notice of her. She could see him looking at her from the corner of her eyes. Looking at her...differently than usual. Almost like he had just discovered that she was a woman from his age and that she had some nice curves too. She had to smile about it. Of course some customers had given her this kind of attention too but mostly she wasn't even interested in it. She had no time for affairs either so it didn't matter. But with Chris...it was different.She sure knew a lot about his life by now. He had been here almost every day for weeks now. She had talked with him for hours, or rather, he had talked to her. And she didn't mind listening. At first it was like with every other customer and she had just listened to what he had said. But after a while she started to care about him...care like...like a friend. She of course knew he probably just saw her as the cute waitress that served him his coffee and his dinner...but she didn't mind working the late shifts most of the time because he would be there, and she could very much relate to his situation and had the feeling that, even when oh so small, she would change his behaviour slowly. And now he had stopped drinking. Was that her influence? Maybe it was just...stupid thoughts of hers. She shook her head.Walking back to pick up the order for table 17 she gave Christopher a small smile and swayed her hips, almost automatically a little more. It had been a long time ago that she had actually tried to be sexy for a man. But somehow he seemed to have woken up and he seemed ready for....for what? A relationship? She had to laugh about that. No..just...some flirting maybe, to make the both of them, the both lonely souls, feel better for a bit. What could it hurt? Nothing to lose. She took the food from the opening to the kitchen and swayed her hips walking to table 17. She put the food down and smiled at her guests, an older couple that came regular to the diner too. She went to table 2 "Hi, my name is Joanne and I am your waitress, can I take your order please?"As the people in front of her, a young couple and what seemed to be the brother of the girl, were discussing their meal she glanced over at Christopher. The look in his eyes, and the way he was looking at her woke something up inside of her, something that had been asleep for very long, something that could only happen between two people when sexually attracted to each other...but she wasn't sexually attracted to this man was she? It confused her and because she was so lost in her thoughts she almost missed the order. She blinked twice and said "Excuse me, can you repeat that?"The girl was annoyed and repeated her order. The two men told her what they wanted and she smiled at them and went back to Tony "Two number 49 and a number 46" She pinned the order on the board and Tony saluted in the kitchen, running up and down to keep up with the orders on this busy Monday.She poured the coke and a water for table 2 and served their drinks and as she walked back she took the coffeecan and went back to Christopher. Jessica smiled at her passing by, carrying orders for two tables. Everyone seemed to be served for the moment and the last dinners were being prepared by Tony. She refilled Christophers cup and suddenly felt shy. She gave him a smile "Hey...if you want to I...could give you some...advise on the girlroom for your daughter" she chuckled her shoulders to make him think it was just a nice and friendly offer and bit her lower lip.Joanne...how can you offer your help!! He is just a customer!! You can not get privately involved in things!!so she quickly added "I mean...if you tell me what she likes, I can maybe help you picking out colours that match and stuff. You could bring the samples here from the store". A blush hushed over her face as she waited for his reaction, trying to keep her cool. What was wrong with her today? The sight of her moving through diner, swaying her hips in exaggerated manner when she caught him look, tickled Christopher so much that he had to laugh. It was a soft, gentle laughter, the kind of laugh that says 'oh you caught me and your playing alongthis will be fun.' It'd been so long since he'd let himself look at another woman, other than his wife, like this and in all honestly-- Amanda lost out on the comparison in so many ways when compared to Joanne. He'd loved his wife, he'd never given another woman more than a second glance while they'd been married, but she'd not taken care of herself like he had and while a small part of him felt guilty for thinking it......there was no doubt in his mind that Joanne would look better in his bed than Amanda had these last few years. It was kind of intoxicating, really, in a wholly different way than the alcohol had been: the knowledge that he was allowed to look at another woman and that he in fact wanted to do so. He was married, and even then only for a little bit longer, and he very much certainly wasn't dead. No, his little blonde waitress was hot and he didn't bother to stop himself from mentally undressing her with his eyes as the night went on.He certainly didn't seem to be offending her.When they finally got a few moments together, Joanne tucking in next to him at the bar to refill his coffee, close enough that he could smell her. He did, too, inhaling- eyes closing for a moment,-- before he opened them to look up at her and listen to her somewhat stammered offer. Which she almost immediately tried to backpedal for. It was obvious from his eyes that he wasn't buying what she was selling for a moment, and that little grin just made him seem all the more mischievous."Well, I have to admit, for a moment there I thought you were offering to spend a few hours with me giving me a feminine opinion, which I would have appreciated," he said, feeling for the first time in months like he was an actual man, and finding that hereally very much enjoyed feeling like that."Really, I think I can handle the colors myself, in's the furniture and everything that I'm clueless on and that's not really something that I can bring samples back of."He grinned a little, glancing over at his phone.He chuckled a bit, as if to say 'of course,' before smiling back up at her......those gray eyes, if anything, evenmoremischievous."If you'd like to help, maybe we could exchange numbers, and I could send you the odd picture of the stuff I'm looking at and ask your opinion? If it wouldn't be any trouble?" he asked, not at all shy as he did it, glancing up directly into her eyes as he did so. Biting his lip and leaning in, lowering his voice a bit, before he added, "...or, seriously, we could just meet up outside of this restaurant and I could get you some coffee and you could help me pick out some stuff. I'll even pay you for the trouble, if you'd like, and you could call it consulting work. You know me fairly well, at this point, honestly, so I'd hope you know the offer is genuine. It'd be fun!" Joanne forced a smile as he asked her out.He had asked her out!! Fuck!!she breathed in deep, trying to find one of the usual excuses when a customer asked her Phone number but she couldn't do it. Why not?Because you like him Joanne, why can't you just goddamn admit it! Just let yourself go for once and maybe he just wants to be friends. She opened her mouth to say something as Tony yelled in that moment "Hey Joanne! Table 2 and Table 7!" she closed her mouth again, smiled honestly at him as a gesture of apologizing and mumbled "be right back" as she turned around and took the plates from the opening to the kitchen.Her mind raced. He wanted her Phone number. What now?Think Joanne, do you want him to have your Phone number? Would it make your life better? Or easier? Easier no...but better? Would it be nice to have some company other than Summer? Yes!. She had reached table 2 and put the three plates down as she forced a smile and wished a nice meal. Than she made her way to table 7.What is the worst thing that could happen? That you have sex? So what! You are a woman, you do like men don't you?she had the urge to nod to herself but could hold it back as she had reached table 7. She put the two plates down and wished a nice meal with a smile.She turned around and saw Christopher looking at her as she walked back behind the counter. Wouldn't it be nice to get some attention, to do something else than her Household, taking care of her child and going to work? Wouldn't it be nice to spend some time with this man? This attractive man? She needed to decide. Now! She went back to him and decided in the last second to be honest. "Chris...I..." she closed her eyes and sighed. She opened them again and looked into his eyes "It has been forever that...well..I went out..normally I don't go out with customers..." she paused a bit and bit her lower lip. She shook her head almost as if she couldn't believe what she was about to do, looked down at herself as she took the block with little notes where she would write the orders on and her pen out of her apron and scribbled her Phone number on the first sheet of paper. She tore the paper off the block and laid it in front of him. "In the upcoming weekend I would have some time, I don't have to work this weekend" she was about to tell him that Summer would be at her daddy but she could swallow that just in time. She grinned as she relaxed again after she had taken this decision and said "but that coffee, we are not drinking that at Ikea! If we drink coffee, we are going to have real coffee" she laughed "I am a waitress, I am spoiled when it comes to coffee!" she winked at him and as Jessica called her she turned her head and walked over to her. Jessica was on the other side of the counter, there were no people sitting directly at the counter there. She seemed to be almost so excited that she wanted to jump up and down. Jessica whispered to her as they turned their back towards the people and Jessica did as if she was cleaning up glasses and Joanne simulated to clean a perfectly clean counter "He gave me his Phone number!" from all the distraction with Christopher, Joanne had forgotten about Jessica and the intern. She remembered after only a second or two and smiled"that is great isn't it?""Yes it is! AND he even asked me on a date on Saturday!""Hey...very good, so are you going to go?"Jessica nodded and smiled widely "we are going to have dinner together""Wow...really nice! So what is his name?""His name is Mike""Mike" Joanne repeated. "I am very happy for you Jes, you deserve to have some luck"Jessica laid her hand on Joanne's hand on the counter "Now...you deserve some luck too", we need to find you a man too at some point"Joanne had the urge to tell Jessica about Christophers offer and the exchange of Phone numbers but she swallowed it and just smiled"Oh Jes, I am sure something will come around eventually"Jessica smiled again and made her way to clean tables of people that had left. It was later in the evening and the rush hour was over. People were slowly leaving again. Joanne turned around and smiled at Chris before she joined Jessica with cleaning the tables, taking the plates and silverware and the cups and glasses into the kitchen to the big dishwasher as she asked hersef what Chris would be thinking in this very moment after she gave him the number and agreed to the date. She still couldn't believe she did that but it felt...good...it felt..right. She would be just friends with him. Just friends.. When Joanne came back to his table, after being called away right after his offer, he was fairly sure that she was going to let him down easy. Which, well, of course she was going to. She didn't wear a ring, or at least he didn't think she did, but that didn't necessarily mean that she didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, of course she'd had a boyfriend, she was just being a bit of a flirty waitress. That was her job, to get tips, and now she was all worried that she'd let things go a little too far and was trying to let him preserve a bit of his dignity....that's what he thought, anyway, right up until she started to write down her number and placed it on the table in front of him. Telling him that she had the upcoming weekend off.Christopher just nodded, lightly, suddenly not feeling nearly as confident even as he took the number and gave Joanne a smile. All the while trying to remember exactly what she'd said earlier? That she hadn't been out in a very long time and she normally didn't go out with customers. She'd accepted his offer, though, despite that bit. He was still thinking that, in fact, when she mentions the coffee. The little teasing comment gets him back on solid ground again."Please, I don't know what you think of me but I can assure you, we'll go out somewhere nice for coffee," he said, smiling, already pondering nice coffee shops in the area where they'd be. "For the record, by the way, I haven't been on a date in... god, not since I was 17 or something... other than with my wife, of course. We went out a lot... and, I'm rambling about my wife.. I probably shouldn't have used the word 'date' too, or is that okay, I'm-- yeah, sorry,--"He took the phone number, before she thought he was having second thoughts and took it away, because he very very muchdidwant to see her away from this diner. It'd be fun, even, for all that he was ever so nervous about this at this exact moment. Just glancing up at her, embarrassed and biting his lip a bit, unable to note that she didn't look that much better than him. He didn't know for sure, but he had a feeling that she must be divorced, just... the way way that she'd listened to everything he was going through with such sympathy and understanding.He was just about to say something, not even sure what, when one of the other waitresses called her off----which gave him a few moments on his own, a heavy grin on his face, even as his heart was racing and he was wondering just what the fuck he'd been thinking.He grabbed his coffee, shaking his head a bit, knowing exactly what he'd been think. That Joanne's little waitress uniform would look really nice rumbled up on his floor, and more than that, that he really wanted to spend a bit more time with the kindly angle that had ever so carefully looked after him for the last few months. With the prospect that at least one of those might happen,-- and who knew,maybe even both, though, Chris was more than a little worried all of a sudden,-- he hadn't doneany of thissince he was inhigh school.What if they did hit it off, what if they started sleeping together,-- what would Shelly think, didshehave any kids,-- hell, he wasmarried.Well, separated, and he could almost imagine Amanda's reaction if he actually told her that he had a date with someone.The thought of his wife being happy for him, even excited, and asking to be told a bit more about the girl just,-- it made him shiver. He wasn't ready for this, he wasn't ready to start moving on, but honestly, Christopher was fairly sure that he wasn't ever going to be ready so now seemed as good a time as any. Anyway, he had a feeling that he could trust Joanne, that she'd accept what he was able to offer and wouldn't push him too much. If shewasdivorced, even,-- maybe she needed this as much as he did-- she'd certainly seemed to get into the flow of it easily.He wasn't sure how fair it was to subject her to all of... this... but, as he reminded himself, sheknew all of this alreadyand hadstill accepted the date.Or, the meeting over the weekend with a guy who was clearly interested in her to look at......okay, yeah, that was a date. He was fairly sure that was a date.Maybe just a friendly date, but a date.Though the way she'd been swaying her hips made him think that it was probably just a date.He sighed a little, having another sip of his coffee, finally just letting go of the stress and the worry. This was a good thing. He needed good contact. He didn't want to hurt this beautiful kind-hearted woman, and he wasn't going to, so for the moment he just had his coffee and enjoyed the slight glow of satisfaction that came with the fact that he'd asked a girl out and gotten her number. It felt...good..He was slightly disappointed when one of the other waitresses filled up his coffee the next time,-- not too bad, though, the rush was pretty bad though and Joanne had seemed busy,-- once things quieted down a bit though he hoped that they'd have at least a tiny bit of time to talk,-- plus, well, he really wanted some more pie. They had really good pie here. As soon as she had time again and the diner was more empty, she went to Christopher again and refilled his coffeecup. She had seen him looking at the pie and said with a smile "you want a piece of the pie again don't you?" she without waiting for an answer took a plate, put a piece of pie on it and gave it to him together with a fork. "There you go Chris"She hesitated. Something had changed between them. There was a tension between them that hadn't been there before he had asked her her number. The tension wasn't uncomfortable though, it was more a kind of...anticipation. Maybe even sexual? She couldn't even remember the last time she had something sexual with a man. She did have one one night stand after the divorce, just to feel some love from another man. It had been such a dissapointment that she had decided to never do that again. The man had just...fucked her...and had left. No love, no affection, no tenderness...just..fucking. She had felt like a whore afterwards and had taken a long shower to wash off the dirty feeling.She had seen as she had given her number to Chris that he had hesitated and that he seemed to be shocked that she had actually given him the number. She looked at him now. He seemed more relaxed but she wanted to make him feel comfortable. She had the urge to make everything more relaxed between them, no pressure. So before she knew what she was doing she laid her hand on his hand that was leaning on the counter and she looked into his eyes "Chris, I know that the whole thing with the Phone number and stuff was...shocking for you and a lot is going through your head...it is ok, no pressure ok? We can also just go out and have coffee just as friends. You don't have to feel pressured in any way" she gave him a reassuring smile before she took her hand away and tried to read his thoughts. It was difficult sometimes to read him. As he had been drunk, it had been easy to read him. But now that he was sober, this was a whole different man. A lot more...attractive too. And somehow, she hoped for more than friendship with him. Even if she didn't know if she would not hit and run if this would actually happen. She didn't know how she would react on a new possible love. It was too early to think about that too. Even if they would have sex, it wouldn't neccesarilly mean something. Sex for men was different than for women. Or wasn't it? She tried to abandon the thoughts, the hurricane of possibilities that was going through her mind and concentrated on him again as she waited for his reaction. By the time she'd gotten him the Pie, there was very little that Chris wanted more,-- Joanne had scarcely set it down in front of him before he'd grabbed his fork and taken a bite.It was so good, seriously, this diner had such good pie and he'd been in the perfect mood for some. If it also gave him a few extra moments alone with his thoughts, before he had to talk to her, that was acceptable too.He was just about to say something when she reached out, touching his hand, letting him know,--Well, that she'd seen some of his pain and fear. That she understood and accepted it, but had agreed to date anyway, that it didn't have to be anything other than friends. It was one of the most touching things that anyone had ever told him, and itdidcalm him down to no small degree, Christopher just turning his hand a bit and giving hers a little squeeze before letting go."Thanks, you're a darling..." he says, slightly bashful as he has another bite of pie. "It's not that, though, I do want to take you out on a date. Even more so now. None of this is easy, though, and there's no instruction manual for divorce anymore than there is one for marriage. Heh. That'd be a thing..."He smiles a bit, finally feeling a bit more comfortable even as he has another forkful of pie.Some coffee to wash it down, enjoying the sharpness of the taste."You've been through it, haven't you? I mean,-- just a feeling I've gotten- you've been divorced, right?" he asks, pretty much able to see the answer before says anything. "I do like you, I do want to take you out on a date and get to know you better. There's a lot more to you than just a Waitress, is the impression that I'm getting, and I'd like to see some of that. Just like I'm more than what you've seen. You'll have to be a little patient, though, because frankly your timing kind of sucks."He gives her a little grin, his eyes soft and amused."I'm less of a mess than I was yesterday, but still very much a mess. But, if you're okay with that, I'm okay with it too. Also: this is very good pie. Like, seriously." She froze for a second as he asked her if she had been divorced. She had never told any customer before about herself, her problems, her worries. But wasn't Christopher more than a customer by now? The moment she had given him her number she had crossed the line of being just waitress and customer. She nodded slightly and was happy that he didn't go further about her divorce. But she had nodded. He knew now.She would have to tell him eventually about herself, about Summer, about her ex-husband, about why and how. But not now, not for a while. She saw his relief about her comment and smiled. She decided to be honest about her thoughts too now. Now that she was still confident enough and not overwhelmed by her own thoughts and worries yet."Chris...I...before you asked me my number I...I hadn't thought about us dating in a million years. Not that I don't find you attractive or something but...I...well...I just never thought about you and me that way. I noticed in the last weeks that I had started caring for you, more than just the average customer and that I like it when you are here but...let us just start building up a friendship first and see where it ends...I am not even sure myself about all of it" she smiled and paused for a moment as she said "I am sure that we can be friends, and let us just start with that and work from there..I totally understand you need time. I know there is still a lot to go through for you and Amanda will be a part of your life for a long time until you can close that book. You can never close it entirely because of your daughter. I do understand and I don't mind. I want to support you and be there for you when you need someone to lean on. I have seen you as the whole thing just happened and now it can only get better. I know there will be moments where you will be a mess again. I will be there Chris, as a friend"There. She had said everything in her mind. She fumbled a bit with her hands that were laying on the counter in front of him as she blushed. She had said what she felt. Everything she wanted to say.Well..not everything but most of it. And it felt as if she had...cleaned up..she had told him her intention for this get together. No pressure. She had promised herself before she had met Christopher to not get involved in someone else's mess..but this is exactly what she was doing. Why? Because she cared about him. She needed to do this. Her heart told her it would be worth it. He was worth it. As a friend. Or maybe in the future as more. She didn't know that yet, she just knew he needed a friend and she could provide what he needed. She was experienced and had been through the same shit. She would be the light in his darkness. At least if he would let her... Christopher couldn't help but grin a bit, nodding as if to let her know that it was okay. Really, he didn't take her statement as anything other than a statement of the obvious, which it more or less was. He'd asked her out on a date, afetr all, he hadn't proposed or even asked her to move in with him. They hadn't been friends before today, when he'd asked for her number, let him know that he wanted to have more of a relationship with her than just waitress and customer. She'd consented to such, had in point of fact actually offered to help him out with some of the remodel stuff that he needed to do, for all that she'd tried to backpedal.They were friends,---friends who were, as they'd both pretty much admitted by this point, attracted to each other."For the record, I said a date not dating, don't worry,-- I wasn't going to call my wife after I got out of the cafe and say that I had a girlfriend," he noted with a smile, giving her a little wink. "I have no problems with friends, I just want it on the record,-- as it were,- that I'm a friend who thinks you're rather hot. It's quite possible that's all I'll ever be, and that's okay, I haven't entire wrapped my head around this entire... thing.. It's why I was freaking a little a bit ago."He can't help but give her a smile, just-- looking at her with soft kind eyes,-"Thanks, though, I mean... You didn't have to say yes, I really didn't expect you to do so, and I totally understand where your coming from. It still makes me feel real nice, though, that you said yes in the first place. I think I'm going to finish up this coffee... the last of this pie.. and go ahead and get out of here a bit early. I have some work to do in the apartment. But, I'll give you call tomorrow and we'll do the thing?"~It wasn't that much longer afterwards that he was out of the cafe, heading back across the street toward his dinky little apartment,----Friday night, alone and with little in the way of prospects, but that wasokay.Honestly, he felt pretty badass right at the moment, he could imagine Joanne had more than a few guys hit on her over the years. Given what he'd seen that afternoon, he probably wasn't the only good-looking one that looked like he had some money to his name either. Somehow, he'd been the one that she'd said yes to. It was a huge confidence boost, and honestly, it felt so good that Christopher didn't even entirely realize just how bad his self-confidence hadgottenafter the divorce.He wasn't idle, though, still having some unpacking to do... nevermind the work that he was still intending to do for that weekend..This place was a shithole, but it didn't have to be, it just needed some work. He'd gotten permission from the super to fix it up a bit, and he was determined to do exactly that, even if he really didn't have long-term plans to stay in this particular apartment building. It'd not seemed worth the trouble at first, after all, but if he was going to bring his daughter over here and expected her to want to spend the time here... well, that made it worth it.. even if all it ended up doing was putting money in the pockets of his landlord.This......had been a good week.He couldn't wait for tomorrow.~"Hey!" he said, into the phone, a smile on his face that he knew Joanne couldn't see. "Thisisyour number, I see. It's me, Chris, from the Diner. I hope this isn't too early?" Joanne took the blue plastic plate with Elsa on it from the table and put it in the dishwasher in the kitchen together with her plate, her cup and the matching Elsa cup. She watched Summer from the kitchen sitting in her room on the floor on her Frozen rug, her back facing Joanne as she was loudly playing with her barbies. Barbie number 1, a blonde one, and barbie number 2, a brownhaired one, obviously had a big fight about something. And they both had the highpitched voice of Summer. Joanne smiled tenderly. The doorbell rang."Sweety, it's daddy, please put on your shoes!" Joanne said as she went to the hallway and opened the front door. "Goodmorning". Her ex-husband forced a smile for Joanne and as he saw Summer running towards him with open arms a real smile appeared on his face. They hugged each other as Joanne went to the kitchen to take the prepared bag with clothes and underwear for Summer and went back to the hallway to give it to her ex. "Summer sweety, go and put on your shoes ok?"Summer smiled and went to the living room to put on her shoes as Joanne said in a soft voice so Summer wouldn't hear that"Dane, the next time, you come on Friday again! I don't know what the fuck was the problem yesterday but you can not just cancel in the last minute! I needed to work and had to arrange a babysitter"Dane chuckled his shoulders and grinned "Joanne, I couldn't come yesterday ok? It is none of your business why"Joanne was angry, very angry but it didn't matter, he wouldn't change "I don't give a fuck why, I am just saying you are her father and you have a responsibility and I need to make a living, I can not cancel my work every goddamn time you decide to cancel in the last minute"Dane opened his mouth to give her probably a nasty answer but closed it again as Summer came running down the hallway with her shoes on and he smiled at Summer. Instead he said "ready to go princess?"Summer smiled and nodded "Give mommy a kiss" Summer turned around and Joanne hugged the girl and kissed her as she said "be sweet ok? Behave while at Daddy" Summer answered "Yes mommy" "Tomorrow at 5 PM?" she looked at Dane who nodded and than the both of them left. She closed the front door of her apartment and took two or three deep breaths to calm down as she mumbled "that motherfucker...thinks he can do whatever he wants...loser of a father..." In that moment Joanne's mobile Phone started vibrating. She went back to the kitchen and took the Phone off the kitchen table and stared at the screen for a second. A number she didn't know."Here is Joanne" She heard the familiar voice of Christopher and smiled"Hi Chris, no it is not too early, I am awake. Ready to do some shopping?" "I actually am, yeah,-- thank you, again, for this by the way. You really are a good friend," he said, the smile almost audible through the phone. "How do you want to do this? I'd offer to come get you, but Amanda has my car and I've just been taking public transport everywhere. Maybe meet up at the subway station on 17th street and travel together from there?"One way or the other, of course, they make their plans,-- just a quick productive little conversation that outlines how the day will get started and how they'd actually end up meeting,-- Chris even offered to reimburse her for the cost of transport since after all she was doing him a favor here. A very big favor, as far as he was concerned, nevermind the way she'd bent her own rule about 'going on a date with a customer'. The subway station ended up being the best place for them to meet, in any event, a nice little midway point between where they both lived and where they were going......so, once Christopher made it there, he just moved out into the main station itself and found himself a nice seat by the wall. Waiting, watching as the trains went by, assuming that either he'd spot her or she would spot him and then they'd head up onto the street above. Walking would probably be the best bet from there, at least to the local IKEA, and he was looking forward to having a block and a half-- or so,- of time that was just the two of them (and anyone else on the street) to just... enjoy her presence.. until they made it to the store.He'd even gotten a number of pictures of the rooms that they'd be decorating, figuring that'd be a good thing to have while they were shopping for furniture,----and, of course, he'd already shown Joanne pictures of his daughter and even of Amanda. She'd no doubt see more such pictures, though, and this time from a sober father rather than a drunken divorcee. Part of him wondered just what her situation was like, how her divorce had happened, if she had any kids. It wasn't all that he wondered, either, for despite their firm agreement that they would just be friends: he couldn't help but imagine what it'd be like with a woman in his life. Someone to wake up next to, someone to bring a cup of coffee into him while he sat in the living room, someone... in his bed..It was weird, in a way.He'd not really been attracted to Joanne when he'd first met her. Not that she wasn't attractive, but he'd just not really thought of her that way. She was just "the pretty waitress," and he was her drunk customer, but overtime he'd started to notice her more and more. Through a drunken haze, admittedly, but still-- he couldn't help but notice the way she looked after him, almost seemed to dote on him, and he'd warmed to her even before a few nights ago when he'd finally admitted to himself that he had a bit of a crush on the waitress.He'd always been like that, though, as far back as he could remember. He didn't just fall in love with the pretty girl, no, he'd always gotten his feelings toward the women that were nice to him. The ones that said something nice, or did something that captured his attention, the women that he'd been close to in other ways. He supposed, even after all those years of marriage, he essentially hadn't changed and part of him wondered just what his expectations herewere. It would be nice to......not be alone..Most of all, though, he didn't want to do anything to hurt her.He was so distracted with his own thoughts that he didn't even notice when Joanne's train finally showed up, the blonde woman,-- for once not dressed for work,-- getting off and stepping into the station. He didn't notice right away, at the very least, giving Joanne a few precious moments to spot him first. Joanne stepped out of the train. She hadn't been nervous, at least until just a few seconds ago. Now she felt her heart racing and her breathing went faster. She tried to calm down herself, tried to tell herself that it was just her meeting with a friend. Maybe he didn't even show up? Nah...he would show up. It was just a friend, no date, no pressure...She looked around. She realized he would see her for the very first time not in her working clothes but in a normal outfit. She was wearing a tight darkblue jeans and a black sleeveless neckholder top with a black short blazer. She was wearing black ballerina's and her leather handbag was also black. She wore light make-up like Always.She saw him standing at the end of the platform and started walking towards him. As she came closer she smiled and waved shortly. She mumbled something soothing to herself before she reached him and smiled nervously, trying to not show him she was nervous but she thought she was doing a bad job in that."Hi Chris" she hesitated a moment before she hugged him as a greeting. Only short. No pressure. No false hope. She moved back from the short hug. He had laid a hand on her back as they had hugged, she felt how it slipped away as she moved back. "So are you ready to go shopping? You want to hit the Ikea directly or are you aiming for other stores too?" Christopher had been lost in his thoughts when he heard someone calling up his name, glancing up and spotting Joanne, his face shifting into a loose smile as he admired her outfit. It was different from what he normally saw her in, of course, and honestly the clothes seemed to suit her. Much like her, he wasn't dressed as she might be used to, his work having a rather strict dress code that he generally stayed away from on the weekends. That'd mostly consisted of pulling one of his many many button-up shirts and a pair of jaded jeans, finishing off the ensemble with a pair of sneakers and a pair of sunglasses on a chain around his neck.In other circumstances, he might even had worn a t-shirt, but generally if he was leaving his apartment he liked to wear a shirt,-- and on a date, of course, he wanted to look his best."You look great," he said, not at all shy or hesitating as he returned her hug, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close before letting her go. "I am, in point of fact, ready to start shopping. It's nice to see you outside of our usual context, anyway, gives me a better idea of what kind of woman you are. Anyway. Shall we?"He resisted the urge to offer her an arm, only gesturing expressively toward the subway exit. Sheprobablynoticed when he lingered a bit, letting her head out first and then catching up so that he could get a look at how amazing her ass looked in those jeans, a bit of a smile on his face when caught up and headed up the stairs with her. He'd not been disappointed, at all, and the gesture of having done so made him feel so deliciously bad in a cute and adorable kind of way. None the less, they made it up onto the street without making too big of a production about it."I'm not opposed to other stores, anyway, though I'll confess that I hadn't really considered much beyond IKEA. I was busy with my internship for our first apartment, and I didn't particularly get the impression that Amanda wanted much help from me in terms of decorating our house, so much as for me to supply the money..." he said, not havingintendedto bring up his wife. It'd just happened, though, and even though he noticed the slight faux pas he more or less let it slide. He certainly wasn't going to dwell on it. "So if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. I've got some pictures of the room, too, I finished painting it last night so it's ready for.. you know... Furniture. Honestly just the fresh coat of paint made such a huge difference." She mumbled a humble "oh...thanks"to his compliment and blushed a bit before they started leaving the train station together.Joanne hadn't noticed that he fell back to check out her ass. It was kind of strange that he suddenly was behind her and than caught up with her but she didn't have a second thought about it. She relaxed as soon as he was next to her. He was...relaxing to be with. He looked so...so...sexy almost in his normal clothing and he looked as if he had a good sleep, he looked fresh and relaxed. She was happy that he seemed to be doing so much better than the last few weeks or even months. She didn't even remember when he showed up the first time at the diner. She just knew he had been very miserable, not at all the man who was walking beside her in this very moment. She remembered one night approxamitely 2 weeks after the break up as he came to the diner. By the time he wanted to leave she had been afraid he would die or something bad would happen. He had looked like he hadn't slept in days, he had been extremely drunk and totally depressed. But here he was. The same man but...not really the same. He still had a long way to go but at least he seemed to have seen a light in his dark tunnel. Maybe it was her? Did she change him? No...that was just a ridiculous thought. That was some kind of shit from a stupid lovesong or romantic movie, something like that didn't happen in real life. She almost had to laugh about her own stupid thoughts. Almost like a fucking teenager.They were just friends. Just friends. No pressure...She smiled at him as he told her how it had been with his wife. "Well...yeah women take the lead when decorating. I will try to not take the lead and just be your adviser. Well what if we would hit the IKEA first and if we still need more stuff after IKEA I know a very adorable second hand store around the corner of IKEA that sells cute photoframes and all kinds of decoration stuff." they were heading towards IKEA in this very moment and as they walked next to each other her arm brushed his sometimes in the movement. She had the urge to grab his arm but she didn't. Friends wouldn't do that right? Or would they?"So ok you painted, what colours did you use? And does your daughter like modern stuff or rather a little bit retro? Can you tell me a bit about the style she had in her room in the old house? Does she like light or dark furniture? And what furniture do you need? Or just decoration?" Christopher just nodded at her comment, but when she mentioned it,-- well, he couldn't help but think that Amanda had done more than justtake the lead- it was more like she hadn't reallywantedhis input on anything that had to do with their life together. It was the kind of thought that he was trying hard not to focus on, not wanting his wife to interfere with his time out with Joanne, but it was also the kind of thought that was somewhat difficult to just push aside. He'd always made time for his wife, had tried to help out and contribute, but she'd usually either humor him or just shoo him off.When Joanne starts to ask him active questions, though, that at last pulls his mind away from the track that it was running down."Blues and whites, for the colors," he says, smiling just a bit. "I honestly think the effect looks pretty good, sorta like the sky on a cloudless day, here let me show you. I took pictures..."Even as they're heading through the IKEA parking lot, and toward the store itself, Christopher is grabbing his phone from his front jeans pocket and flipping through the images that he took last night until he finds the one that shows off the colors that he'd used on Shelly's room the best before showing it to Joanne with a bit of a smile. He was fairly proud of himself for that, because as helpless as he could be, Christopher knew his daughter and he knew that she'd love the way he'd painted the walls in her room......it was so different from how Amanda had her room painted back home, but, he knew his daughter and he knew she'd like it."Style-wise, a lot of her furniture in there is pretty old, so I'm guessing retro," Christoper says, being somewhat unsure about that. "The furniture back home is dark, but, I think we should go light here to match the colors that I used in the room. Light blues are Shelly's favorite color, but Amanda had her room painted in much darker shades, and just... Well, I'm sure she'll like this.."He glances over at his blonde-haired companion, remarking yet again at how beautiful she is when she's dressed up in her casual everyday clothes. Not that she was shoddy to look at in her uniform, honestly he rather liked the way she looked in the diner uniform, but she really looked like a woman in this moment and he felt glad to have her... well, on his arm, if only metaphorically. He couldn't resist reaching out, lightly, just brushing a few fingers against her upper arm as if to convince himself that she was really there. Smiling juuuuust a bit."As for me,-- when I moved out, I bought a couch and a bed... a few other odds and ends, as I needed them, more or less. My television is huuuuuge, for instance," he says, grinning a bit. "I also stole a recliner when I moved out and grabbed a few things from storage that had belonged to my Mother but didn't mesh with Amanda's choice of decoration. Or, like, stuff from our old apartment that I couldn't bear to give away. Heh. Honestly, though, I need a lot of furniture. Most importantly is probably some kind of TV stand, a coffee table, an actual dining room table, and things like that."He feels slightly embarrassed at this point."A normal livable apartment hasn't really been high on my list of priorities, I guess. The bed isamazinglycomfortable, though, seriously. It's a pillowtop!" Joanne listened to the list of what he needed and smiled while flipping through the pictures he had made on his Phone. She nodded and gave him his Phone back as she looked into his eyes "Hey...I can understand that buying furniture was not on your priority list"she felt sorry for him suddenly and laid a hand on his arm for a few seconds without even thinking about the gesture. She took the hand away as she noticed what she was doing and a blush hushed over her face. She hoped Chris hadn't seen it as she cleared her throat and continued a little insecure at first:"Uhm...ah...well...the colours in your...daughters room look very pretty." she paused a bit and found her confidence again "I also think light colours look better with the colours in the room. I think white furniture would look good and we could look for nothing too modern if that is what your daughter likes'" she smiled. They had stopped in front of the Ikea and she pointed at the door "shall we have a look? For the rest of your aparment, we can have a look what you like and mix some furniture together."She walked next to him as they went inside. It was busy but it was still ok to walk through. She looked around and saw a lot of couples, walking through the store hand in hand, looking so happy together. She sighed silently and tried not to be sad. Would she ever be able to do that again with a man? She was here, with a man...a man that was still wrapping up his previous marriage. Suddenly she doubted everything. Why was she here? Was this such a good idea? Was she so desperate that she tried to seduce a man that was still in the middle of divorcing? That still WAS married at this point? She looked at him from the side. He was looking around and not watching her. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for a split second. No she was just here as a friend for him. Or was she hoping more? She didn't know. It was all so confusing. She had Always thought that a friendship between a single man and a single woman wasn't possible. She tried to concentrate on what they were here for and walked to a doublebed with a white frame. It was made up with a lot of blue and white pillows. "Chris look at that, wouldn't that be nice for your daughter?" Why had he mentioned his bed, and especially how comfortable it was? The last thing he wanted was to give Joanne the impression that he was only hanging out with her because he wanted to get her into his bed, though he'd be lying if he didn't admit that thoughts of such happening didn't at least enter his mind. She was beautiful, about his age, and seemed interested in him. He wasn't yet single again, not really, but he didn't have any moral quandaries with pursuing any attraction for another woman right now."Thanks, I think I did a pretty good job with the paint job, especially considering I did the entire thing last night..." he says, grinning a bit. "But, yeah, that sounds good. Let's head inside."Once they got into the store, of course, he couldn't help but notice the various couples milling about the place. Some hand in hand, others just hanging nearby each other and veryobviouslytogether, it was kind of cute in one hand and very very frustrating in another. He was shopping for furniture so that his daughter wouldn't turn up her nose at spending the weekend with him every other week, this was not a time when he wanted to be all overwhelmed with 'happy couples'. He couldn't help but glance over at Joanne, who looked a bit resolved, looking like she was making some kind of resolution. She probably felt much as he did, since she had admitted the other day that she was divorced too.He just gave her a little smile as she walked off, leading the way over toward a white-framed double bed, giving it a little look and hrmming a bit."Hmmm, I like it, but I don't know," he said, pondering a bit. This was important to him, he didn't want to just gloss over everything, or worse, let Joanne do all the work. "I don't want to decide on the first thing I see. I want to put some effort into this. Still, this'd fit perfectly, let's keep this in mind while we continue to look around in this section? We'll also want a chest of drawers, probably at least one end-table, and maybe a little writing desk and a chair? Not sure what else..."He made good on his promise, moving about the bedding section with Joanne, finding a few other likely prospects and having some good seeming thoughts on the matter. Sometimes he'd find something neat, othertimes Joanne would, and they'd work together to narrow it down. Nothing really came close to that first bed, though, and finally he just threw up his arms and laughed. "Okay, fine, you picked the perfect bed the instant we stepped into the store. Let's move to the Chest of Drawers next? Or, actually, desks are right over there!"The desk, of course, took a little bit longer and he was the one that ended up finding that one. They ended up going back and forth quite a bit on the Chest of Drawers, neither of them entirely able to narrow it down before they finally settled on something that would at least match the decorating aesthetic. It wasn't until they'd finished off Shelly's room, and moved onto buying some furniture for him, that Christoper really began to notice that he was actuallyhaving funon a shopping trip with a woman. That'd always been torture for him, even though he'd gladly gone whenever required, eventually glad when Amanda would just go on her own and just let him take care of the bill.All of this wasreally funwith Joanne, though, he was legitimately enjoying himself.She was useful too, honestly, he had no real idea what kind of furniture he was supposed to get for a small apartment. Sure, he knew the basics, getting himself an entertainment center and a few other odds and ends but if he hadn't come here with Joanne... well, there was no end to some of the items that he probably wouldn't have gotten.. Once they'd finally racked up enough of a bill,- and honestly, he'd spent no small amount of money today but it was kind of nice to spend some money on him and his daughter,- he finally grabbed one of the sales associates... a very very happy one.. and made arrangements for everything to be shipped to him later this very afternoon.Which, itself, wasn't cheap but he insisted.He needed something to distract himself during this weekend, and putting together furniture was just what the doctor ordered."You've been... really great," he finally said to Joanne, looking over at her with open admiration. Actually taking one of her hands in both of his, squeezing it a bit. "Just, seriously, I don't think I could have actually done this without you so thank you so very very much. What do you say we head out and get that coffee? Maybe some lunch?? Then, if you still want, we can hit one of those other shops and get some of those odds and ends that you were talking about an hour and a half ago. But... seriously. Thank you. You are a good friend." After that first awkward moment where she had felt really uncomfortable everything went a lot better. She concentrated on the job, on giving him advice and he seemed to feel more and more confident too. He picked really nice furniture and she just advised him, told him honestly when things wouldn't match together and tried to find some alternatives.After they were done and he had paid everything they stood in front of the Ikea again as he took one of her hands in both of his. She looked up into his eyes, listened to his kind words and smiled over the compliment he gave her. She nodded "Yes, coffee and lunch sounds great! All the shopping made me hungry"she joked a bit, trying to overplay the small dissapointment she felt as he called her a good friend. She didn't mean to be dissapointed and her brain told her that it was all good, but deep inside in her chest she felt a strange kind of dissapointment.What did you think than? That he would see you as his girlfriend after this! Don't be so ridiculous!she tried to abandon the thoughts and nodded as he said they could go to the other store afterwards. "Yes if you want to we can go there, I think they might have some decoration that matches the furniture for your daughters room really good" she pointed across the way to a small lunchroom "shall we go there? I know they have great coffee there"She looked at him. And again she noticed how attractive he was. Now that he was sober, she could see how he was about her age too. With the alcohol and the lack of sleep it Always had seemed like he was much older. But he looked so handsome now that he had slept and ate well and didn't drink anymore. He was taller than her, which she absolutely loved on a man. His blond hair was not very short but not too long either and she could smell his probably expensive after shave. She loved it when a man took care of himself and he sure knew how to do that. It was the first time that she had seen him in such good shape. If this was the everyday Christopher, she couldn't understand this woman,Amanda, why she would leave him for no Obvious reason. Of course she couldn't tell for sure if he had some dark secrets or bad habbits, she didn't know him that well, but she had seen him in his darkest days and she could still imagine to date him. Would he be thinking the same about her? Was he trying to figure things out too? He probably was not...he probably never thought about her.. she tried to stay positive but this man right in front of her had confused her. She knew there wouldn't be a chance to date him now, hell she wouldn't even want that because than she would just be the soothing band-aid on his wounds. Maybe some day, at some point... "Haha, I think that's more the fact that we spent a good bit of time in the store than the shopping itself, but yeah, I could use some food too," Christopher said with a smile, looking over at her and just staring into her face for a bit longer than he actually should before finally looking away. The two of them heading off in the direction toward the place that she'd pointed out. He'd not actually been there before, but if Joanne vouched for it then that was more than enough for him, and it was really just a matter of heading to the nearest light... waiting at the crosswalk.. and then walking a short ways until they headed inside.They talked a bit about what sort of decorative stuff they'd be looking for at the other store, and chatting about what they'd just ordered, pretty much until they got to the new place and were setting. They'd gotten a nice little booth by a window, sitting across from each other, and once that happened.. well, the casual little chit-chat died away. It wasn't really that things were awkward, per se, but Christopher at least suddenly found that he didn't much want to talk about shopping. The topic of family came up, and he pondered that for a minute, but that wasn't really what he'd wanted to talk about either. He couldn't help but smile a little when the topic at hand finally came to him."I have to say, I knew you were a beautiful woman, but you dress up real good," he said with a bit of a smile. "Lots of guys, even a few married ones, casting glances in your direction back at the IKEA. Fairly sure at least one of them got into a bit of trouble for it too. Heh. Low class, admittedly, but I can'tentirelyblame him."He chuckles just a bit, smiling."I never had much of a wandering eye when I was married, but you're definitely one of those women that ithurtsa little not to look at..."The kind where Amanda would usually elbow him and tell him to go ahead, usually with a laugh.It felt good to be a bit... forward.. and flirty. She blushed deeply as he complimented her and she looked down at her hands on the table as she fumbled nervously with her fingers. She looked at him again as she had to smile.She wasn't used to men being so straight forward. At least no men that she found attractive too. She knew she was not an ugly woman and that she had the right junk in the right places. She wasn't thin or slender. No she had curves. But her curves were sensual, sexy if she would dress up in something tight. And he had noticed. He had looked at her and her curves. For a split second she had to think about how he would look naked but she quickly abandoned that thought again. If they wanted to build up a friendship, sex was not a topic and she was not interested in something like a one-night-stand. So sex wasn't a topic. And still it was in the back of her mind that she was curious about him naked.."Uhm...thank..you for the..ah...compliments Chris.." she was quiet for a bit and continued than "I...uhm...I..I don't know what to say" she admitted honestly."I am a little shy when it comes to compliments and stuff" she forced another smile and felt how the blush slowly was fading. She funbled with the menu in front of her as she stared into his eyes "I...I think you are very attractive to Chris" she knew that was not the best flirting she had done in history but it was something. At the mometn she was happy she could even bring out a word. She tried to change the subject even when the flirting and the flattering he just did felt really good "I think I will eat a chicken-sandwich, did you have a look what you want?" she asked him more to change the subject. She shuffled a bit with her body, feeling nervous as if she was 16 again and about to ask someone out. He was definitely flirting with her...and deep inside...it felt wonderful.. He was halfway tempted to tease her a bit, note that as often as she must get compliments she shouldn't be this shy about them, but he supposed- somehow,-- she didn't get many. Either that, or the ones she usually got didn't register the same way that his did, and that at least was a thought that he found rather complimentary in itself. He chuckled a bit when she changed the subject, but he allowed it, glancing down at the menu and looking over at what they had on offer. "Well, coffee, of course. That was the deal. Admittedly, I have very high standards for coffee, but someone that I trust told me this place was worth the risk."Christopher couldn't quite keep the grin from his face,-- he couldn't even stop flirting,-"Other than that, I'm not sure. I'm thinking maybe this tossed salad, it says it comes with cut strawberries, I don't know about you but I love the taste of strawberries," he says, smiling just a bit, looking up at her still lightly-blushing face for a long moment before 'subtly' letting his eyes run over her frame again. He couldn't help but wonder just what she'd look like with that blazer off, what she'd look like with bare shoulders, he'd never really seen her shoulders before and they were always one of his favorite parts of a woman."Do you have kids?" he asked, idly. He had a feeling that she did, there was just something about her that screamed that she was a mother, and he was curious if that was in his mind or not. "I just-- for the record, Shelly is the most important person in my life right now. She has been ever since she was born, honestly, but sometimes it feels like she's the only person in my life now... well, until recently.."The last was said, teasingly, a bit of a grin on his face as he glanced up to her eyes."She's 14,-- she was the most adorably cute girl you've ever met in your life, and she's turning into this.. stunningly beautiful young woman," he says, smiling a bit. "I know every Father says that, admittedly, but she's my little baby and the one reason that I'll never ever regret my marriage. I still can't believe that in a few short years she's going to be going off to college. I mean, she's a teenager, and I keep asking myself where the years went..."He just smiles, glancing back at her, already able to tell that-- the answer to his question was yes,- so he just shut up and let her talk for a bit.

Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams ( CrownedSun && Devilishangel )

Studentx Teacher and Slavex Master -PRIVATE ROLE PLAY- Silver_Okami_bara&IchirusVampireGirl

Name: Yukina Utada (Your Male Characters Slave) Age: 20 Sex: Feamale (Der LMAO) Bio: When she was six her family was murderd by a old teacher of hers who had a dark past. Yukina ran away,being the only one to survie, she grew up on the streets until she was about 14. A man who ran an underground slave market snatched her off te strets,and began to sell her around. She had been with many abusive masters,all of the ones she had have returned her because of her free will. She is quite ,but very careing if you get through her outer mask,that she had built up over the years. Now and then she is haunted by the memory of her familys daeths. Aperance:Name: Memoru Kazaki (Your students teacher)Age:23Gen: MaleBio: Growing up in a small englend ,he moved to the states after teachers relized he was a genius. The states had the better schooling and scolerships. By the age of 17 he was already in college. Trying to become a teacher,even though he had many,many road to go down. He wanted a job that he felt would better help others. Turning 22 he graduated college and has been teching for a year and a half now. He has never lost his british acent.He is very kind and loveing towards all. He treats all with respect,until they lose it. As a teacher , he is one of the best ones to get, he does ot care about being late, or missed work. He is the kind of teacher who would stay after school to help a student who needed it. Makeing it hard for him to have romance in his life. Aperance: Name: Kaito YakamaruOccupation: Slave owner/MasterAge: 25Bio: Not much is known of his past, but he entered into the slave trade when he was 17, at first he was a spotter, but he worked his way up and now he runs his own ring of tradesPersonality: Cold, he does not show much emotion, but he does show care to the girls that he owns.. He wants to make sure they are healthy so they never starve and he doesn't force them to work everyday, but this does not mean that he is a pushover. He will discipline his girls if he needs too.Appearance: KamiAge: 18Occupaton: StudentBio: She lives with her mother and father and is an only child, her parents expect the highest of grades and expect her to be fully dedicated to school, a boyfriend and friends are a waste of time to themPersonality: Too anyone who truly knows her she is a happy-go-lucky girl, unless it comes to her parents, she is alwas trying to please them though at her own costs. She doesn't have many friends and most of the time she is studying or doing extra creditAppearance:Anime girls image by AmiBlackstone on Photobucket Yukina sighed as the car she was in stopped off at another slaves traders home. The man who had sold her gave her a look."This guy payed good money for you .... I do not want to have another refund insodent,you know what will happen if you are returned again ... he will most likely send sell you,hell he might actually get rid of your free will,stuberness,and everything else people dont like about you",he told her coldly. Then getting out of the car he yanked her out and went to te door nocking on it."Now show respect to Kaito Yakamaru Yukina,and so help you god,if he returns you and I have to do another refund",he warned and looked back to the door. Yukina looked at the door.A dull espreshon on her face. Another slave owner,another home.Memaru walked into his 1st period english class room. Streaching he organized his lesson or the day and began towrite a quote fromm shakespear on the black board.He laughed to himself. He couldn't wait to see the kids confused looks on thier faces. Shakespeer was all written in old speaking language. It was a way to lookk into the past.Siging he sat in his desk and wated or the bell to ring and for his kids to enter. ((I think I'm going to change my characters name))Kaito was sitting in the chair in his study, looking over some paperwork about some girls he was expecting to be shipped in when he heard a faint knock at the door, "Ah, finally." He said with a smirk and got out of the chair. His house was fairly large and old, but taken care of. He went over to the door and opened it, seeing the woman and her soon to be former owner, he smirked, "I've been expecting you." He glanced at Yukina, "This is the girl?"Kami woke for the morning, ready for her first day at school. She got out of bed, put her hair in a side braid. Then she put on a red and white top with dark jeans and white heels. Her father never liked the way she dressed.. But what did he like about Kami?She gathered her school items, ate a quick breakfast, then made her way to school. Kami got there a couple of minutes before the bell rang and made her way to her first class, which was English. Word had reached her that there was a new teacher, though no one had seen her yet.Kami walked into the classroom and took a seat front and center, it was the only place she could really concentrate, she couldn't help but think that the new teacher was very attractive. She didn't appear to be the only one... There were several more girls sitting in the front than average. Memaru smiled at his class."Good morning class I am Mr.Kazaki,its nice to see such a wide awake class",he said calmly."to start things off were gonna learn about shakespear",he said calmly. He looked to them." And if need be, I'll translate what shakespear means in todays moden lanuage",he said grabbing the text books he had on shakespear and began handig them out."Open up tp page 33 , the play of 'Mecbeth",he said and went back to the front of the room once he was done holding out the books.The man smiled."yes Mr.Yakamaru, shes all yours .... but I want to ask,just to make sure,you really want this stubern girl?",he said looking to Yukina who was keeping her eyes to the ground."after all, we have lots of girls who arn't stubern,an dont have the free willed spirt hse does....... so your shure you want her?",he asked makeing sure that Kaito wanted Yukina. Kaito was still looking at Yukina as the man spoke, his eyes wandered over her, she would need to be properly fed.. She was too skinny.. He smirked, "Yes.. She is the one I want... A free spirit can always be broken with enough force he told the man. Then opened the door for Yukina to walk inside.Kami smiled when she saw that they were reading Macbeth, she loved Shakespeare, the dialect was amazing and she could always understand what was going on, unlike some of her other classmates. She opened it to the assigned page and waited for the next instruction Memaru smiled."okay everone,read the first 3pages f the play,when your done, write out what you think are the translation of the laguage ... what you think hes saying ... you can go back and re-read if you need to,when your done well go through the play together",he said sitting down.The man nodded and heade back to the car,giving Yukina a dark look before speeding off.Yukina sighed softly and headed inside ,still keeping he eyes to the floor. She flinched slightly hearing the door close and stayed silent .But now istead of looking at the floor,she was looking at her new sourounding. Kaito looked at Yukina and smirked, "You must be tired and hungry from your journey, I shall have the servants bring you your food." He took his hand off the doorknob and started to circle around her, examining her more closely, "Yes, too skinny... We will fix that." He grabbed her by the elbow and started to lead her down a hall.Kami immediately went to work, translating the lines from MacBeth, it wasn't hard for her, she was able to understand the dialect. Her parents had always insisted that she know how to handle all forms of literature, so she read Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, Charles Dickens.. All of them!She was the first one to finish, within a couple of minutes, and she waited for the rest to finish as well Yukina gave him a wierd look as he circled her,but it quickly turned into a surprised shocked look,when he seemed to care about her thiness. She did how ever flinched when he grabbed her elbow,as an old bruse was still healing. Foloowing she looked around."Your home is nice",she said softly. She then looked around curious."... master,wheres the cage you intened to keep me in?",she asked dead serious. The last time she had a bed was whene she was six,after that it was carbord,a floor in a bacement,chained up,or for the former master who had a castle house,i was a stone dungon and cold wet floor,locked up.Memaru looked to Kami seeing she was done he seemed surprised but smiled. Looking around seeing everone was still doing it he looked to her and smiled."doodle,read freely,or whatever you like util the others catch up",he said happily and went back to raeding some notes. Every now and then looking up to see how much of the clkass was finished ,or almost done. He had to laugh quitely to himeself seeing a bunch of the kids scratching thier heads,in totatal utter confusion. Kami brought out some other assignments that she had to finish up on, summer homework... She thought that the teacher seemed nice so far and she would enjoy having the class with him this year.Kaito glanced at her when she asked that, "Cage? My dear, you will sleep in a bed.. My girls are more able to perform when they have had a good night's rest." He reached a doorway and opened a door, sure enough there was a large bed inside, "This is your room." Yukinas already surprised look turend to full out shock as she looked around the room."I have a room .... and a bed?",she said lowly stareing at the bed in diselief. If she was dreaming she did not wish to be woken up."I get a bed?",she asked again stareing at it."heh, I havn't had one since I was six",she said softly.Memaru smiled an once everone was done he stood."okay guys,now lets go through it",he said as he started to reveiw it over with the class.As they wnet through it he smiled at some of the confused looks."now now ... no one get flustered,this is anchent lingo ....its not every day somone goes around speaking it ... unless your acting it in the play its self at the local theater",he said chukeling."hec if we get through shakspear we'll go on a field trip to the thearter,to get a better understanding on it" Kami glanced up at him, then she put away her extra assignments. She waited until he started to call on the class, now while some people dreaded the idea of seeing a play of Shakespeare she was delighted! She loved to see plays when she got the chance, for her parents of course...Kaito glanced at her, "You start work tomorrow... Disappoint me and you will be returned... Understand?" And without waiting for her response he shoved her into the room and then locked the door Yukina looked at the now lcked door and sighed."oh please do!then i get punishment form you and that basterd",she said in a sarcasticly,inthusiastic voice. Rolling her eyes she looked at the bed. Looking around she dove onto it. A smile came across her face ass she fel into the softness."ahh",she said softly and was soon fast asleep.Memoru smiled."and just thnk,you get a day off school",he smiled when the class cheered at that part."okay ... so lets continue shall we",hesaid as he started going through the play with the class. Kami continued to follow along with each step that he took the class through, she would ask him for extra credit work once the class was finished, unless he was busy, in which case she would go to him after school ended.Food had been brought to Yukina and was waiting there for her for when she would wake up. Kaito went to his room and laid down on his very large bed... He would have to break Yukina's spirit... He would see how she acted around customers tomorrow, then he would see what he would have to do As they finished takeing up the work the bell rang.He smiled to everyone."alright guys thats it for today",he said calmly."no homework for tonight .... have a good day kids",he said watching his lids head out,then started to gather his things.Yukina yawned and streached as she wole up.Blinking she sat up and looked to the food that was waiting for her. "either im still dreaming,or there really is food there",she said to herself and went to it. It smelled soooo good. Looking around she started eating it. She smiled happily. It was so good to have real food. "heh too bad hes only takeing care of me to make money",she said softly and started ,munching. Kami gathered her items and then walked up to Mr. Kazaki and she cleared her throat, "Excuse me Mr Kazaki? I know you did not assign any homework but I was wondering if you could possibly give me an assignment to do anyways." Her voice shook a little when she spoke, she hoped he wouldn't be annoyed by his request.Kaito woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the new day, today he would test out his new girl to see how she performed... He got out of bed and dressed in black pants an shirt, then he left to go wake his girls and get them ready, he owned fifteen girls in the mansion he lived in Memaru looked very confused."why would you want homework?",he said surprised."i can gice you some,but why?",he said in true awstruck.Yukina was still fast asleep,she was so confertable in the bed. A smiled was planted on her face,being relaxed for the first time in years. ((I thought your character was eating? XD))Kaito soon got to Yukina's room and banged on the door once before he unloced the door and walked inside, "Come on, time to get ready!" He barked at her, he expected his girls to look good for the customers.Kami blushed lightly, "Um, I try to get as much extra credit work done as I can... I have to maintain a 4.2 GPA afterall.." Any lower and her parents threatened to kick her out of the house, they really were unbearable to deal with... Memoru blinked."why in the world do you have to keep such a high grade",he said looking worried as he began to get out the work he had on him that he could give out."hmm well if your fimmilar with shakespear ....pick your favorite play .... and tell me what about it you like,i have all his plays in this book here",he said handing the book to her.((lol riiight XD)Yukina looked at him,unafreaid."relax will you,just tell me what ckothse you want me to where and i can guarintee I;ll be done and ready before your grotess costomers hget her",she said calmly. She smiled and took the book from him, "Thank you sir, I'll make sure to turn this into you by tomorrow..." Kami gave him a kind smile then turned and walked out of the room, holding onto the book while going to her next class.Kaito raised a brow at her attitude towards him, he walked over and grabbed her hair, forcing her to her knees, he bent down close to her face, "You will get up when I tell you too... You will dress when I tell you too... Understand?" He asked in a icy tone Yukina cringed only a little."did i say i woulndt?no i just said that i'd be ready ... all you need to worry your big ritch prrtty little head about is what i will wear,but,if you want to make money off me i highly sugest you dont have me where anything revilling my back",she said stareing him in the eyes.Memoru had to shake his head at her having to keep such high grades. Streaching he went to take his coffee brak. He couldnt get Kami out of his mind.He sighed some."why would she have to keep such high grades",he muttered. Kami went to the rest of her classes and did th same thing, she took notes vigorously, paid extremely close attention, and asked the teachers for extra credit work. And when school was done? She went to the library to get all of her assignments done.Kaito glared at her, how dare she speak to him this way... "Your outfit... Is in the closet right there.." He said pointing with his free hand, he then shoved her and walked out, "Get out here when you're done." Memaru went through the day with the teaching his classes,all on shakesper.a few of them had work they had to hand in after class so he headed for the librarey to start marking it.Yukina watched him leave and sighimng she stood ad headed to the closet.She picked the one that did not revil her back and chageing she put did her hair up beautifully and the headed out.It took her less then 5 minites. Some of the girls were already standing outside and waiting. Kaito was standing at the end of the hall, waiting for all of his girls to be finished dressing and to be led to the rooms they would be using with the customers.He would see Kami bent over her work, scribbling away and checking her textbooks on occasion. Yukina sighed seeing the other girls. But shrugged it off as she waited leaing he back against the wall looking at the sealng.In her head ,planing on ways to either escape,or to get herself sent back. If she was sent back she knew she'd finally be free from this life .... yes it was suidile,but she didnt know what to do anymore. She never once chose to be a slave. She was fourced into this line of work. Heck that was one of the reasons she made sure she never let any of her'Masters' break her. She had raised her self from 6till she was 13,then she was snatched into the slave market. Any dreams she had ever had were gone. To find someone that cared for her,and she could care about back .... to one day be married,have a family. She smiled toheself at the thought. 'what a dumb deam i have',she thougt to herse;f. But if she was set back,she wouldn't have to worry about her dreams being gone. She'd be sent to the man who breaks slaves,and if the man couldnt bbreak them he'd torture them unil they finaly gave in or died. Yukina wasn't about to be broken,so.... she knew what way she was getting out. She glanced down the hall at her new master.She had to admit he was better looking then her old ones and a bit kinder. He gave her food,and a bed ... that was in a room of her own. The first bed she had in nearly 14 years. So on that side he was better. But he was stll just as cold the others,and as riygh.But after all the masters she had,and the abuse she got with them,she didnt feel all that much pain any more.Memoru stopped as he saw her. He smiled some as he came up to her."working hard i see",he said with a plesent smile."are you needing any help?i am an expert on every subgect",he said proudly.He looked around at all the work."wow you wern't kiddig about that grae poit adverage thing",he said sitting across from her."mind me asking why you have to keep it up,ive see your grades,even without extra work you would be able to keep up he average ,heck you can gent into any college once you know what you want to be" Soon the girls were finished and Kaito smirked at them, "Alright girls, follow me." They all followed him down to the lower levels of the mansion, where there were stall like rooms, but instead of walls they had rice paper. Kaito turned to Yukina, "You will be in that one." He told her, pointing to the one next to him. Then he ran a finger along her chin and had her look up, "Do not disappoint me."Kami looked up when Mr. Kazaki spoke to her, and was slightly surprised when he sat down across from her, "Oh.. Um, no I'm doing alright... My parents insist that I keep the highest grades in the school..." Yukina gave a glare."oh,do not worry I plan to",she said giving him a salute and went into the stall,ignoreing the shocked looks she couls feel on her."Well you already do",Memoru said confused."you need to take it easy once in awhile",he tolled her in a very serous tone. Kami bit her lower lip lightly, "I can't sir... I'm not allowed to take it easy... My parents believe that if I take time off then I'll never get anything done..." She started to scribble some more answers onto her paper.It didn't take long for Yukina's first customer to arrive, he was an older man with a balding head and a beer belly.. He stunk of alcohol and wasted no time in getting to 'know' Yukina.((Shall we skip?)) Memorus eyes widened."no offence,but your parents talk crazzy",he said lowly.(lol yes)Yukina put up a fight with the older man,and any one who came into her booth,she even manage to give a man that came in a black eye. Her spirit was still as strong as ever,even more so. She shrugged lightly, "They just want me to do well I suppose." She scribbled down some more answers.Kaito realized that Yukina had given one of the customers a black eye and after the man had left he went into her stall, he glared at her, then walked over and shoved her to the ground, keeping his foot on her chest, "Do you want to be returned?" He asked in a dark tone Yukina cringed slightly and looked at him.Glareing back,Stareing him i the eyes."truthfully ... yes",she said coldly. Still unafraid of him.She kept stareing him in the eyes,not blinking.Memoru sighed."well if you need anything ... make sure you let me know...okay?",he said with a bright smile. Kaito's eyes narrowed, "Well.. I'm not returning you..." He pressed his foot down on her chest, "Your spirit will be broken, even if I have to beat it out of you... Understand me??"Kami blushed lightly but nodded, "Alright... I'll make sure to do that.." Yukina laughed a little."heh,if the streets,and all my former masters ouldnt brake my spirit, you wont have any luck",she said still glareing at him.With a smile,Memoru stood."great,now i better get to making",he said sileing and headed over to another table and began to mark the in-class assighnents he had collected. Kami nodded, she remained at the library for another hour before she finished all her work and headed home.. When she got there she started to make her dinner, for her parents weren't going to be home until later. What she didn't realize was that she had left her phone at the library, where the teacher would be able to see it.Kaito laughed, "We'll see." He got his foot off her, grabbed her by the hair and then dragged her out of the stall towards a back room Yukina went along with him glanceing at him."a torture room?",she guesed as they walked."oh no wait wait .... a dungon! ...... or better yet,gallows ,or that thing that cuts off your head!",she said in a vey enthusiastic sarcastic voice."or a room thats yay big,no washroom or window.....",she looked at him."ive seen it all".she said calmly.Sighing Memoru put everythig in his brief case. Looking over where Kimi had been he blinked spotting her cell phone he went over and picked it up."shes gonna need this",he said softly and going to the office he pulled out her records ,he smiled seeing her adress and headed to the parking lot.He stopped at his black sports car. Getting in he headed for Kimis house. After a small bit he stopped outside her home. Doubble cheaking the adress he went up to her front door and rang the doorbell. Kami was still making dinner when she heard the doorbell ring, she looked up at the clock, wondering who it could be she moved away from the oven and walked over to the door. She opened it and was surprised to see her teacher, Mr. Kazaki standing there, "Mr. Kazaki? What brings you here?"Kaito sighed and opened the door, a single bed was in the middle of the room, but there was another door on the side. He pushed her inside, walked inside, then closed the door behind him Yukina blinked ,confused."well,this is fancey for a torture chamber",she said looking aroud."Now , I belive Iv'e seen everthing",she said softly then hearing the door close behind her she turned and looked at him."now what?",she said standing there boardly.Memoru smiled happily and heald up her cell phone."you left this at the library,i thoght you'd need it before tomorrow so i came to return it",he said with a grin. Kaito leaned against the door, "I said I was going to break you... And I will." So far he made no movement or showed any signs of his anger, in fact... He was eeiringly calm..Kami gasped lightly and felt her pocket, "Oh my gosh.. I didn't even realize that I dropped it." She reached out and took the phone from him, her fingers lightly brushing her against his hand, "Thank you so much." Yukina raised an eyebrow."right",she said softy and sitting on the bed she laid back against it stareing at the sealig."and how do you plan on doing that?as ive said ,the streets and all my former masters had no luck,what makes you belive you will be able to break me?".she asked curious,still stareing up at the sealing.Memoru blinked but smiled."no problem .... ",he said calmly and smelled food cooking."by that wonderfull smell coming from your kitchen i take it your busey with dinner,so .... I'll be one my way" Kami looked up at him, a small smile on her face, "You can stay for a little bit if you wish, I mean.. If you want to." It wasn't that she was trying to flirt or anything, it was just that she was trying to show some common courtesy.Kaito walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at her, "Show me your back." He said in a icy voice Yukina blikned looknig at him. Sighing she rolled over onto her stomach and took off the top she was wearing,he back faceing him. On her back were a bunch of scars,small and big.Going everywhere,there really wasnt anymore room for another one to be made.Unless one was to be made through the other ones. The oldest looking one was fron the top of her back and ran all the way down. It was also the deepest,looking as if the one who gave it to her ,wanted to kill her."see why i sudgested you dont show my back off?",she said quitely.No adtitude at all. It was more shy."youed loose money if the clients you have saw it",she said stareing at the bed sheets.Memoru smiled some."aer you sure?I dont want to be a bother to you ... or anything like that",he said somewhat shyly. Kami gave him a sweet smile, "I wouldn't offer if it would be a bother sir." She stepped aside to allow him inside. Now though this could have been a very foolish idea on her part, she believed that she could trust Mr. Kazaki... There was just something about him.Kaito's eyes wandered over her back, then he reached out and traced one of her scars, unsure of what to think Yukina cringed some and looked back at him.Curiously.Memoru smiled as he walked in."okay then..." Kami led him to the dining room, which was attached to the kitchen, "Take a seat." She went over to the stove and contnued to cook.Kaito was staring intently at her scars, still tracing them with his finger, "I will not leave marks like these... I believe that if you scar a woman you do uneccesary damage.." Yukina blinked looking surprised and smiled at him softly."thank you",she said softly and looked back to the bed."your already 10 times better then all the masters ive had ... still ice cold,but in there somewhere you are much kinder ... heck i get bed and my own room",she said smileing peacefully and closed her eys. Only cringeing slightly when he ran his fingure over of of the freasher scars."Thank you",Memoru said as he took a seat and watched her."you have a nice looking home",he said looking around at thigs."but whats it like liveing here?",he asked curiously. Kaito glanced at her as he continued to trace her scars, "Then do you really wish to disobey me and return to your old master?" He asked her coldly, "Because if you keep disrespecting and disobeying me.. Then you will."Kami shrugged lightly, "It's alright I guess..." She lied, it was horrible living here. She could not wait until she moved out of the house and on her own, where she could finally have her own rules and have fun Yukina sighed."i never chose this life ... ever ... ",she said softly."IF I get sent back this time ... the man who sold me to you will return your money ... and he'll send me away to this man ,who deals with the od slave like me,who will not break ...and he will torture them until they do ... or, until there dead,and youve seen my stuberness,what do you think would come first for me?",she said looing back at him for a moment. Then looked back to the bed."I have been in this life way too long, I dont want it anymore,and the more I think about it ... the more I want out,and so far its the only way out",she said softly."I lived on the streets from six years old until thirteen, then that man picked me up,and since then ive been doing this",she said relaxing more into the bed.Memoru stared at her unsure,but for now would leave it alone for now."ah",was all he said.He then smiled looking to her."hey ,have you ever had a day of fun?",he asked curiously. Kaito was surprised at how much she was telling him, but.. He listened.. He listened to her. He felt small pity for her.. But he had a business to run, if he let every girl be free then he would be out of businessKami glanced back at him, "How do you define fun sir?" Yukina then sighed."so,lets save you the trouble and the money and return me and get it over with ..... heck you can even con him into giving you more then you paid for me",she said closeing her eyes again. Feeling tierd. "so just let me know when you want to take me back,or,when you find a way that you think will break me",she softly.Memoru smiled."just call Memoru when were not in school ... and I call fun is not working,haveing life outside of school",he asked his eyes glimmering. Kaito glanced at her, "I hate to tell you sweetie... But I don't plan on returning to you anytime soon."Kami blushed lightly, "Alright.. Memoru... No.. I've never done that.. I come home, do homework, eat.. more homework, chores, then go to bed..." Yukina just rolled her eyes."then your gonna lose yourself alot of money",she said ssitting up enough to pull her shirt back down.Then sat on the bed ,cross leged and looked to him."do your worse if you plan on tortureing me",she said softly.Memoru smiled."would you like to have?tell the truth because o have got a plan ... so just trust me" Kami glanced back at him again and raised a brow, "I'm not allowed to sure, no matter how much I want one.."Kaito smirked, "Didn't I tell you I don't believe in damaging a woman? I want be torturing you..." Yukina blinked."then what are youvgoing to do?",she asked looking very confused.Memory smiled."well how about for extra credit I get you to help me out with things after scoop?",he asked. "I'm not gonna tell you what with just yet,but it will give you extra credit and time to things from your other classes" Kami raisede her brow a bit in suspicion, not sure if she should take the deal or not. But after a little bit of thought she nodded, "Alright.. Deal."Kaito smirked at her, "I'm not telling you." Memory smiled."wonderfull!"Yukina smiled some."well your no fun" Kami smirked at his reaction and shook her head, soon her dinner was finished, "Would you like some Memoru?" A small blush had risen on her face.Kaito returned her smile, "You won't be tortured, and you are not being returned.. If I have to take actions so you don't hurt the customers though, then so be it." Yukina raised an eyes brow."heh,what kind of actions?",she sadked laying back on the bed.Memorus face lit up some."re-really?',he inhlaed the smell of food."its msells great" Kami nodded and poured a food onto their plates and placed his plate in front of him and hers on the other side, "What would you like to drink?"Kaito sighed, "Once again, I am not telling you." Yukina laughed some and then with a small yawn she started to drift off to sleep. Feeling very relaxed on the bed.Memoru smiled at the food then looked to her."...wter please",he said looking back to the food."Looks great too" Kaito rolled his eyes when he saw that she had fallen asleep, he walked out of the room and locked her inside, not worrying about her escaping for there were no ways out.Kami nodded and get them both glasses of water. She placed the glass next to his plate and then sat down to eat her own dinner Yukina slept peacefully for a while,then,imagies of her family being murdered ran through her dreams. She began to toss and turn. She began to talk in her sleep,yelling at the attacker to stop,then she laet out a scream as her eyes shot open and sat up gasping for breath looking around,slightly scared.Memoru smiled."thank you Kami , this looks,smells-",he paused takeing abite,"and tase great!" Kaito heard a scream coming from the back room, not knowing what was going on he unlocked the door and went inside, "Yukina? What is going on?" He asked her, looking at her lying on the bed, she appeared to be breathing heavily.Kami blushed, "Thank you Mr. Kaz- I mean.. Memoru." She was surprised that she was having dinner with the most attractive teacher at school. No.. Wait, she couldn't think about that... Yukina jumed when he entered but relaxed sligtly."bad dream,",she said as she worked on calmling down.Memoru smiled at her."i only toell the truth",he said grinning and continued to eat. She continued blushing as she ate her dinner, so many girls in her class would hate her for being here with Memoru. Yet.. That gave her a feeling of success, like when she was done with school and could relax for a bit.Kaito sighed, "Fine.. But it's time for you to return to work, so come on." He walked over and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her back to her stall Yukina growled."what about protecting your customers?",she said giveing im a cold glare.Memoru looked to her and smirked."your blushing my dear",he said softly. Katio pointed to her bed, while she was in the room he had put chains on her bed, so that she would be forced into an eagle-spread position.Kami looked up, "Oh, am-am I r-really??" She covered her cheek with one hand, "I'm sorry sir, it's a bit warm in here I suppose." She said nervously Yukina stared at the bed. She really didnt want to but wento to it and sat down chaining her feet and one of her free hands,wiating for him to do the other,sice she couldnt get the last one by herself. She stayed silent just stareig at the sealing.Memoru stared at her."its okay",he said smileig."it was cute",he said calmly No one had ever spoken to Kami like this before, and it only made her want to blush even more. She looked down and continued to eat her dinner, trying to keep herself occupied.Kaito was pleasantly surprised, he wouldn't have to pin her down or anything... How refreshing. He went and bound her free hand, giving them all good tugs to make sure they were secure he left the stall, feeling satisfied, and then the customers continued Memoru ate happily ."this was great.... here let me clean up as a thank you for dinner",he said standing up.Yukina indured this,the intire time anger was building up inside her ,when the last of the customers laft she waited to be let free. Kaito thanked the last customer, then he went and let Yukina free, "You will bathe with the other girls, then return to your room for dinner."Kami finished her food and looked up at him, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly let you do that." She told him, also standing up Yukina was giving Kaito a deep glare but nodded.Memoru smiled."sit down,i insist" Kaito smirked at her then led the girls to the bathing rooms, where they were all to bathe together. It was relaxing though and felt very much ike a hotspring.Kami hesitated before doing as he said, "Thank you." She told him softly, her face felt rather warm... She hoped she wasn't blushing again Yukina looked around and picking the farthest corner she got in,keepig he back up against something.Memoru smiled."no problem",he said cleaning up and putting things away. Kami smiled lightly, then she got her backpack and started to finish up on her homework.The girls ignored her as they bathed, some socialized with each other, or they helped to wash each others backs Yukina cleaned herself of and sat quitely stareing at the water.Memoru glanced back at her and smiled as he continued to clean. After thirty minutes Kaito came back in to guide the girls back to their rooms, where their dinners were waiting for them.Kami occasionally glanced at Memoru as she did his homework, she couldn't believe that she had just eaten dinner with him Yukina walked behind the group,her face lighting up seeing the food as she entered her room.She looked to Kaito."thank you .... master Kaito",she said going to her food and began eating it quitely.Memoru smiled as he finished."there all done",he said proudly and then loooked at the clock."wow its getting late",he said smileig to her."I better go" Kaito smiled at her, then he waited until she was inside before he closed and locked the door. He did the same for all the girls.Kami looked up at the clock, "Alright, I'll walk you to the door." She got up and started walking towards the door Memoru smiled to her softky as he headed to the door."thank you for the wonderfull holiday"Yukina sighed as she sat on the bed stareing at the food. She sighed ad laied down not feelig hungry now. ((Holiday?))Kami smiled at him, "It was nothing Sir, honest.. In fact if you ever wish to have another home cooked meal then you can come on by."Kaito went to his room and laid on the bed, giving a heavy sigh. What an interesting day it had been.. ((lol wow sory it was supose to be meal .... i had to have been so tierd lol XD))Memoru looked surprised ,but quite happy."Really? well then I will have to talke you up on that offer",he said giing a wave and headed to his car.Yukina ,eventually desidd to eat,once done she snuggled ito the bed,sighing somewhat happily,she soon drifted off to sleep. Her dreams started out plesent,then just when things were looking good in her dreams,everything turned into a nightmare,she was in her old house, at her piano ,playing her songs she use to love to play,her parents watching hapily from the kitched doorway,her older brother lissening from the liveing room while he studied his college classes. Then a nock at the door ,her dad answeres it,a loud bang, and then screaming started. Her brother ,with a bullet wound to his sholder ,runs to her and hides her away as he goes back to face the intruter,more gun shots ring out and she sees her brothers bloody body fall. The man resposible walks around,calling for her to come out, When he heads up stairs she rushes out of her hideing place and head for the door. The man runs tdown and after her. Pullimg a blade from his pocket he lunged at her,the blade digging into her back going all the way down ,she fell t the floor in pain but forceing herself up and ran,the man gave chace... she kept running,eventually jumping over barrier and down into a rushing water bellow. In reality,Yukina was screaming in terror,not wakeing from the nightmare,tossing and turninmg,scraeming for the man to stay away from her. Kami waved and watched as Memoru drove off, she smiled and closed the door, locked it, then she leaned against it and gave a sigh... She just had dinner with her teacher!! A giddy feeling filled her as she prepared herself for bed. She still had a smile on her face when she laid down.Kaito heard the screaming from his room, it could chill anyone to the bones. He jumped out of his bed and ran out of his room, following the sounds of the screams, he realized they were coming from Yukina's room... He fumbled with the keys a little before finally finding the right one and unlocking it. He ran inside and saw her thrashing about, he shut the door behind him and ran up to her, "Yukina!! Wake up!! Yukina!" He shook her in an attempt to wake her Yukina eyes shot open and she sat up quickly, and still half asleep she clung onto him,and repeated,"Im ,sorry,im sorry",oer and oer. She was shakeing like a leaf.her eyes full of terror.Memoru smiled onvce he was home. He couldnt remember the lst time he was this happy. Why he was ghapy stil confused him but afetr a shower he flopped into his bed stareing at the sealing.With a happy sigh he slowly drifted off o sleep. The next day was a normal day for Kami, she woke up, got ready for school, listened to her mother talk about what a disappointment she was while eating breakfast and then she started her walk to school.Kaito was a bit surprised that she clung onto him, but he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting manner As she headed down the road Memoru pased her,seeing it was her he pulled over and honked the horn,pokeing his head out the window,hey Kami want a ride?",he said with a giiant smile on his face.Yukina slowly calmed down ,eventually realizeing what she was doing, she pulled away and looked to him."sorry ,and sorry for wakeing you",she said softly stareing down at the bed sheets. Kami jumped a bit when someone honked their horn, looking over and seeing that it was Mr. Kazaki though, she smiled, she walked over to his car, "Are you sure you wouldn't mind that?"Kaito moved his hands from her back to her shoulders, "Shut up... You don't need to apologize... Everyone has nightmares." He told her Yukina blinked looking to hm,seeming surprised ,but then smiled softly."more like a bad memeory that haumts me evey few nights",she said almly ,but looked to him with a happy smile."thanks you though"Memoru smiled."I'm sure ,get it",he said happily. Kami blushed, "Well... Alright." She opened the passenger door and got in, she placed her bag in her lap and then shut the door, "Thank you so much for this."Kaito couldn't help but ask, "What was the memory?" He was slightly curious Yukina looked to him."...it was my familys murder",she said calmly looking at the bed .Memoru gave her smile."anytme",he said calmly. "I see..." Kaito said... Unsure of what to do really.. Then he remembered something and he grabbed her hand, "Come on." He led her out of the room.Kami looked out the window as he drove, this was so much quicker than the walk to her school! Yukina blinked confused but followed."O-okay ... i-if I did something wrong, Im sorry",she said nervously.Memoru smiled."so you ready for after school today?",he asked."for your extra credit",he asked makeing sure she remembered thier conversation from last night. Kaito remained silent as he led her through some halls until he reached a door and opened it, it was a bathroom, it appeared to be his bathroom, "Sit down and wait." He told her."Oh.. Uh.. Sure, I guess I am.." She told him, honestly she was a bit nervous about what he had in mind Yukina blinked and sat dow."alright",shesaid calmly. Relaxing a lttle.Memoru smiled happily."dont look so worried,its nothing bad , I have a feeling your gonna have fun" Kaito left for a few minutes, he returned with a little baggy, "Take this.. These are remedial herbs, they will help you sleep."Kami bit her lip, "I cannot be gone for long though... I'll have homework that I need to do." Yukina blinked gently takeing the bags. A smile on her face."really? , thank you",she said softly,seeming relaxed alraedy about finally being able to sleep.Memoru smiled."well do that before you help me out",he said calmly. "Alright." She told him, then she continued to look out the windowKaito nodded, "Eat them here, then you can go back to your room." Yukina nodded, opening the baggy she carefully ate what was inside. It supriseeingky tasted good. Once done she carefully stood."thank you again", she said giving a peacefully happy smile to him.Memoru smiled then turned into the school parkinglot."almighty Kami i'll see you in class" Kaito nodded and led her back to her room, "Now get to sleep." He told her.Kami smiled at him, "Thank you Mr. Kazaki." She got out of the car and headed inside the school Memory smiled." no problem, see you after", he said and headed for the teachers lounge.Yukina walked with him and looking to him before she entered her ro she smiled softly bit happily." I will, and thank you again", she said softly and happily went to her bed and flopped into it, clooseing her eyes. Kami went to the library to get some studying done, then when they bell for school to start rang she quickly made her way to her first class.. Then after that it was Mr. Kazaki's class.Kaito locked the door behind her and made his way back to his bed, he was tired but he could not sleep for his mind kept tumbling around.... He was thinking of Yukina Yukina was sleeping peacefully,no nightmares,witch made her relax. This new master of hers.wasnt as bad as he seemed. Her old masters would have punished her for disterbing thier sleep,she would go without sleep for days and be to tierd to do anything,then get punished for that. But Kaito was diferent,he took pride in his slaves and thier well being, a small smile came across her face as she slept.Memoru smiled as he started his first calss,giving the assighnments and helping out the kids who needed it. Before he knew it, it was alraedy second home. He,for whatever reason was likeing his second period better. When morning came around Kaito awoke at the same time that he normally did, he had breakfast delivered to the girl's rooms and then woke them all for their day. Kaito went to Yukina's door and unlocked it, "Wake up and eat your breakfast." He told her sternly, despite last night she was still one of his slaves and she still had to work.Kami took seat in her normal spot, front and center, and took acurate notes when Mr. Kazaki started the lesson. But still, she couldn't help but think about the dinner they had last night.. It had been so odd, and yet.. Refreshing, to eat with someone else... She thought to herself that she looked forward to any more encounters they had with each other When he entered, Yukina was already awake, and dressed to work, she had been sitting on her bed stareing out the window. She turned to him as he entered."beat you there",she saidn and smiled smelling the food."emmm it smells graet!",she said going over to it."smells ood to..."memoru looked to the class with a smile."okay guys ,tonight ,finish reading romeo and julet .. friday we'll have a quiz",he said cally."and trust me,if you chaet and watch any of the movies out there ... I'll know",he said with a playfull grin. Kaito smirked when he saw that she was awake and ready, "Right.. Well.. Eat your breakfast and then step outside.. Busy day today." He said. He walked out of the room and closed the door, he chuckled to himself and waited for the other girls.Kami had no problem with the assignment, she had read Romeo & Juliet a great number of times. Yukina watched him leave.Then sighed. She decided shed be cuoprative ,for Kaitos sake ... he was being kind to her,so she esided to pay him back by not attacking the customers ,that came. She ate quickly and with a sigh she went into the hall and leaned aginst the wall,not seeing any other girls she saton the floor stareing down at it.Memoru blionked hearing the bell."times up that quck huh?oh well,have a good dy class",he said gathering his papers. Kami gathered her stuff when the bell rang, then she went to her other two classes. When school was over she did her homework quickly in the library and then made her way to Mr. Kazaki's class to see what he had had in mind.After several minutes the other girls came out and Kaito led them all to the other room where the customers would come in. He looked at Yukina when she reached her stall, "Now I hope that I won't have to tie you back up again... Don't give me a reason to." Yukina looked to him a small smile on her face."no",she said truthfully." ill be good",she said going in and sitting on the bed she stared down at the floor waiting.Memoru smiled seeing her. He was waiting out side of his class room."right on time,great!",he said happily."now to my car",he said plesently. Kami smiled and followed him out to his car, "What are we going to do Mr. Kazaki?" She asked with curiousity.Kaito watched as a customer went into her stall and waited for any sounds of commotion or struggle. He was pleased when he didn't hear anything Memoru smiled."You'll see .... and what Isay about calling me Mr. Kazaki outside of school hours?",he said smirking.Yukina co-operated with every customer. She sighed and foursed herself to make it enjoyable for them as well,wanting to make Kaito happy.Why she cared about his happiness was beyond her understanding,all she knew , was , she wanted his happiness. Yukina sat up,there was a small break before the next customer,she saighed looking her self over in the mirror.Hateing what she saw. But hearing another one enter her stall she went back to her playfull smile,but it quickly vanished seeing the man infront of her. He was in his thirtys, a sick grin on his face. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. The man walked to her and pulled her to him. He smiled sickly."Yukina... youve grown",he said lowly letting his hands explore her body.He smiled feeling her shakeing like a leafe."just like when you were little",he muttered. Shoveing Yukina to the bed, he 'had his way' with Yukina. When he was done he touched her cheek kissing her cheek.He then whispered lowly int her ear."I will be back,and if I were you,I wouldnt say anything to your master,its not like he'd care anywase who I am,and how you felt, you want to make him happy dont you?your his money maker right?but ,he is in a way kind to you",he said looking into her terrified eyes."Now ,be a good girl",he said kissing her quvering lips,the left her there trembeling. Yukina took deep breaths,calmling herself down. 'I have to make Kaito happy,he wont care anywase,so just keep quite and do your job',she kaept telling herself untiil her shakes stopped. Kami chuckled, "Right.. Sorry Memoru.." She told him with a blush on her cheeks. She placed her backpack on her lap and hugged it while he drove, she was looking out the window at all the scenery.Soon the workday ended and the girls were led to the baths, then once they were finished Kaito led them back to their rooms, but he stopped Yukina before she could enter hers, "You will be dining with me this evening." Yukina froz and sighed.All she wanted to do was to be locked in her room,and stay up all nigt so she couldnt dream. Looking to Kaito however she felt like she couldnt refuse."alright,would you like me to change first?",she asked softly.Memoru smiled. They soon orived at a play theater."for extra credit, were going to see a shakespeaing play,i need your say in weathing or not the class will like it or not",he said calmly getting out of the car. Kami gasped, "R-Really?" She smiled and got out of the car, a look of true happiness showed on her face, "Oh my gosh.."Kaito nodded, "Yes, slip into something more comfortable he said with a small smile Memoru smiled.Happy to see her happy."what one do you wnat to see?",he asked.Yukina gave him a surprised look,but nodded.Going into her room she found a knee long red dress with tank top style straps. It covered up most of her back.Looking herself over she quickly met Kaito back in the hall."all set",she said softly. Kaito smirked and led her to his room, when he opened the door she would be able to see some food on the side table, two glasses, and a bottle of wine."Oh I couldn't possibly pick one sir." Yukina looked around ,getting the feeling her real last customer would be Kaito."this si nice",she softly looking around. Seeming a little nervous.Memoru smirked."then we we'll have to see one a day,even the weekends,if its okay with you",he said calmly. "Oh sir, I couldn't possibly." She said with a blush.Kaito glanced at her, noticing the nervousness in her voice, "Yea... Take a seat and I'll give you your food." Yukina blinked looking confused,but nodded and went over to his bed and carefully took a seat.Memoru smiled."I insist!",he said prpudly. "Well.. How about we see Hamlet first?"Kaito walked over to the table and poured a glass of wine for her, then he handed her the glass and food Yukina gently took the food and water."thank you",she said softly."it looks good",she said looking at the food,then to the wine."hmm,never had wine before",she said calmly.Memoru smiled."that is a splended choice!" Kami smiled, "I can pay for our tickets!" She offered, it was the least she could do!Kaito smiled charmingly, "Try it... It's rather tasty." Yukina looked to him and took a sip. "hmm its nice",she said calmly.Then took a few moe sips.Memoru smiled."no way,it is all my treat!",he said happily. Kami's blush deepened, "But sir.. I couldn't possibly allow you to do that.."Kaito smirked and he offered her a plate of food, "Here you go." Yukina blushed some and gently took the plate."t-thank you",she said softly and looked to him."master,may I ask you something?"Memoru smirked."but I wnat to so there for,you have to let me",he said going up and paying for their tickest. Kaito took a sip of his wine before he answered, "You may." He told her, looking at her curiously.Kami watched as he went and bought the tickets, she smiled lightly and followed him "why did you wnat me to dine with you tonight,you have other slaves here,who would bend to your will way more easyer ....",Yukina said softly."were right up front",Memoru told her as they headed for thier seets. Kami continued to follow after him, excited about the play and being able to see it with Memoru..Kaito smirked, "You think I'm doing this so that I may share my bed with you? You are mistaken.." Yukina seemed very confused."then why?",she asked.Memoru looked to her."if you want a drink or snack,do let me kow",he said stopping at thier seats."after you",he said stepping to the side so she could sit dead center. "To be honest," Kaito said, "you intrigue me... I want to know more about you and your history.."Kami smiled and she took her seat in the center, right where she liked to be Memoru smiled softly at her."if you would like a drink,do let me know,okay?",he said calmly.Yukina smiled slightly."were would you like me to begin then?",she asked takeing another sip of food. Kami nodded, "Of course." She blushed softly and then she put her attention on the stage.. Excited for the play.Kaito chuckled softly, "Start from the beginning."((I'm sorry I took soooo long to respond!)) (*glomps* im just happy you responded!)Memoru gave a smile and relaxed calmly looking to the stage calmly.Yukina sighed."I grew up in this town ... well just outside of it ,i I had a geat life with my parents and older brother and sister ,Istarted school ,not to long after my sixth birthday, then a few days after my family was killed by my teacher , he hasnt been caought, and i dout he will be ...but anywase,during the murders , i got away, well ran away ,and lived on the streets up until i was 14. I did wht i could to survive,i didnt cell myself or anything. Then about a mouth after turning 14,a man who runs the underground slave market snatched me from the streets... and put me into the slave business right away .... ",she paused as slight tears came into her eyes. "all my masters have ,tortured me because of my reluctentness ,ive been returned,each time , ive been tourtered more for being returned.....",she said as she pushed the tears away. "so thats pritty much my life story..." Kaito took a moment before taking a deep breath, "Wow... That's pretty heavy... How did you live that long on the street on your own?"Kami was loving this theatre production... It was so good and it was exactly as she pictured the story to be.. At one point she accidently brushed her hand against Memoru's.. Yukina shruged."luck i guess , i got tough,did what i could to survive,i would steal food from the farmers mrke,and when it came to thugs on the street,i learned how to fight them off,as best i could anyways,winter id find abandon buildings,make a small fire for warmth ... i have to admit even im shocked that i survied so long"Memoru blinked ad smiled at her slight;y."enjoying the play?",he asked in a whisper. Kaito gave her a charming smile, "I must say.. I'm impressed... You are not weak like the other girls..."Kami nodded slowly, "Yes.. And yourself?" Yukina gave a small smile."im not like most girls as it is"Memoru nodded.: very much so ...." Kaito reached up and he gently pushed a strand of hair out of her face, "I like that about you.."Kami blushed lightly, then she looked back at the play Yukina stared at him a moment." even though i can make you lose money?"Memoru smiled and looked back to the play as weall. Kaito slowly pulled his hand away, "I have plenty of other girls who can make me money.."((Shall we do a timeskip for Kami and Memoru?)) ( sure ^^)Yukina gave a small smile."then what do you plan on doing with me?" Kaito thought for a moment before saying, "I am not sure."((To after the play?)) Yukina laughed a little and started to sip on the wine.( yes ^^ ) Kaito smirked and he took another sip of wine as well.Kami walked out with Memoru, smiling, "Wow, that was incredible." Memoru smiled at her." Im glad that you enjoyed yourself"Yukina slowly began to eat. Kami turned and she looked at her teacher, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this..." ((Replied)) (srry been supper busey ....)Memoru gave her a smile."im just glad you had fun!",he said smileing." hm so what should we do now?",he asked looking around."we still have a good amount of the day left" ((It's okay, I've been no better))Kaito soon finished his food, "When you are finished with yours you may return to your room.."Kami's smile dropped a little, "Oh... My parents will probably want me home.." ( :) )Yukina looked to him,and gave a small smile."alright",she said quitely,and was finished soon as weel. Stnading up she gave Kaito a small bow. "Thank you,master Kaito"Memoru blinked but smiled."of course,then let me take you home",he said with a polite smile. Kami nodded and started to lead the way.Kaito nodded, "Don't mention it." He gave her a charming smile Memoru smiled and followed her."I am really glad you had fun"Yukina looked back at him and smiled,she then headed to her room. Syreatching she yawned slightly nd floped into her bed with a happy sigh. "I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you have done... This is the kindest thing that anyone has done for me.." Kami told him. Memoru gave a smile."it really was no trouble at all",he said with a grin.

Studentx Teacher and Slavex Master -PRIVATE ROLE PLAY- Silver_Okami_bara&IchirusVampireGirl

The Bastard (FlaminGlory and TheVillain)

"Everyone Loves A Bastard." he said to himself, not sure if he believed it or not. Fortunately, he really didn't care either.In a strange way, The Plague was the best thing that ever happened to him. It wasn't really a disease of course, not in the traditional sense. They knew it was a biological weapon gone berserk, a programmable virus that is programmed badly. Super-efficient, before all was said and done about 70% of the world's population, including almost all of the men, were either sterilized to the point of lacking sex drives or dead.Note however that the key word is "almost". About 800 men worldwide could still get a woman pregnant so to survive they gave them badges and legal abilities above the others. If he shows the badge to a woman,nothaving sex with him becomes an offense worth jailtime, simple as that.So here he was, "The Bastard" as he was simply known. A badged man who took the badge and ran with it. To the point where he enjoyed breaking into apartments and raping the women who lived in them, which as long as he showed his badge before penetration was perfectly legal. Being one of the highest preforming males in the world, the best people could do against it was just call him "The Bastard" and let him go.And as Katrina Alexandra Williams, "Alex" to her friends, would discover- he lives up to his title. Alex gave a soft sigh as she left the resturant, she had just worked an eight hour shift and she was glad to be going home. Her bed was even calling her and it seemed that she had no choice but to answer the call. Flick a strand of red hair out of her green eyes as she made her way down the street. She didn't own a car and besides she didn't live that far from the resturant and walking seemed so much better then driving a car anyway.A soft breeze blew through the red leaves of the maple tree causing a few of them to break away and to fall to the ground. Fall was defently here and that ment that the nights were going to get colder, something that she wasn't looking forward to that. Her eyes flicked to the badges that some of the men wore and she knew that if one of them demanded sex, she would have no choice but to give them that as it was the against the law if she didn't.A stupid law that it was, forcing women to have kids when they may not want any at the moment. Although most of her friends had been forced to have sex with the badged men, Alex had been lucky. She was still a virgin and she intended to stay that way for a while. She was getting closer to her apartment now and she quickened her step. She was cold and thought of getting warm was what made her walk faster. Drawing out her key, she placed it in the lock and opened the door.Closing the door behind her, she looked it and headed to the main living area of her apartment, throwing her coat on a nearby chair. Making her way to the bedroom and to the bathroom, she perpared to take a nice hot shower. Her waitress uniform soon laid on the floor as she went to turn the faucet of the shower on running her hands under the water as she was checking the temperture.... The Bastard smiled, looking at the apartment doors in this hall. 14 of them, a nice size complex. He did this when he was in the mood for a bit of fun and felt like doing something dangerous. The apartment building was picked at random from the phonebook at random. Simple as that.The exact floor was picked mostly at random as well. He'd closed his eyes, hit 5 buttons at random and got off on the third stop- no matter if he pressed it or not. Now he stood in front of 14 doors and had to make a choice. Producing a 20 sided die from his pocket for just this occasion, he rolled it on the floor. 19, try again. 8. There- apartment number 8.Putting the dice back, he pulls out some lock pick tools and gets to work. Stepping into the shower, she let the hot water hit her body. Her eyes closing as she tilted her head back to let the water run through her hair as she ran her hands through it. Unkown to her, what would happened when she got out of the shower, what she would be forced to do.Twenty mintues later, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off. Her back to the door, as she didn't have any reason to suspect that anyone would be in the house or anything would happened to her as she did lock the door.Her towel was over her head now as she started to dry out her red locks of hair. The Bastard takes a moment to look over Alex, openly oggling her if anyone was watching. If she was ugly he was planning to disappear back out the door with none the wiser. But looking at her now. . .gorgeous. Possibly the best looking woman he's had all month at least. Jackpot.Stepping forward, he wraps his arms around her stomach and mouth- a surprise attack by any other words. It was legal if he showed his badge before penetrating, so let her sweat a bit for now. With these small apartments he takes a step toward his guess for the bedroom and smiles. When he wrapped his arms around her stomach and over mouth, her body froze as her eyes widen. Fear coursed through her body as she felt that person start to bring her back, and she knew, to her room. That was when she started to struggle against him."Let me go." She muffled as she tried to pull his hands off of her and to get away from him. Her mind was thinking about holding herself up into the bathroom until he left. "No," he responds simply, letting the hand over her stomach take a turn upwards- groping a breast with sadistic glee. He forces her to walk closer to the bedroom, laughing a bit while he does it."And really, is this any way to treat the man whose going to give you the best fuck of your life?" Her hand went to his hand and she dug her nails into to try and pry it off of her. The touch caused her body to tense up and it seemed that she was still being forced back to her bedroom and she started to struggle harder."I don't want it." She muffled as she contuined to fight him. "Dont' fuckin' care, and it doesn't fuckin' matter." he giggles, making the last few steps. A mighty push sends her toward her bed- which he follows behind shortly."And you're going to fuckin' love it anyway. Kapeesh?" Falling on the bed, she started to back away from him as she thought that she could get out of his reach before he did anything to her in the first place. "No." She said with a glare as she made her move.Her body propling forward as she tried to make it to the bedroom door. Gripping around her waist as she makes a break for it, he tisks mockingly and throws her back onto the bed roughly."Ah, ah, ah. You wouldn't want to miss the fun, would you?" he smiles."Besides," he adds, producing something from a pocket. A badge. He was one of those guys."This is a perfectly legal home invasion rape," he finishes with a laugh. Cursing her luck as she was thrown against the bed again, she flicked her eyes to him and then down to the badge. So it was perfect legal for him to be here and she could think of no other way out of this unless she wanted to go to jail."I'm not going to let you do anything to me." She snapped at him. "You don't have a fucking choice," he smirks, taking off his shirt. Say what you want, the Bastard gets quite a workout doing what he does."Well, scratch that- you do have one. Raise the kid yourself or adoption." he adds. Unclasping his pants. Watching her for any sudden moves, which isn't hard given her lack of clothing in the way. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she watched him take his clothes off, she wasn't going to sit her and let him do what he wanted with her. Thinking that he would be proccuiped with his clothes and not to notice her.Slowly sliding off the bed, she tried to make a run for the door again or at least to get away from him. He chuckles at the attempt, one arm pushing his pants down to reveal his underwear while the other grabs her attempt to escape."Where you going? You'll love this, all of you bitches do." he smiles, and this time instead of pushing her back onto the bed he drags her there himself. "No, let me go." She begged as she tried to struggle away from him, her hands clawing at his arms to get him to let her go. She was fighting him all the way to the bed and she couldn't get out of his grasp.He was going to take her virginty and it seemed that there was nothing she could do about it. Almost simply throwing her down, he falls forward to pin her to the bed with a quick bounce."Hey, gotta help save the human race- remember?" he chuckles, letting her try to fight to get him off, liking what the strain is doing with the sweat and muscle in her form. Her body tensed when he pinned her down, but that didn't stop the fact that she was trying to push him off of her, and it was slowly making her tired and pretty soon, she slumped against the bed exhausted.Glaring at him, she waited for him to make his move before she struck out again. His arms raise her's above her head, at first doing nothing beyond it. When the move is least expected, he hopes, he lets one arm go- quickly using his free arm to reach across and pin down both arms with the improvised bar. The other arm reaches down to lower his boxers."That's it, just lay back and enjoy." he smiles, rubbing against her a bit. When he let go of her arm, she thought that she would get a chance to strike him but that was until he used his other arm to hold down her hands, which caused her to struggle again. "Let go of me." She snapped at him as she felt him rub against her. She noted that he was lowering his boxers and that wasn't going to be good. "Hey, relax." he chuckles, "Say, how many guys have you had before me?"Really, he had a guess at the answer- a pretty short list since the plague after all. Still, it would be noce to know what kind of list he was up against."I mean, a babe like you probably has high standards- am I right?" "None." She snapped at him as she struggled against his arms. Her eyes closed as she didn't want to look at his face any more."Get off of me." She demaned as she struggled harder, knowing the attempts were in vain and that he was going to be taking her again. "A virgin, well- someone just hit the jackpot. Guess we'll see who." he chuckles, and starts to penetrate. Slowly, he wants to savor breaking the hymen of a real hottie."So just relax and enjoy. You'll be creaming my cock before you know it." A yelp of pain passed her lips as she felt him enter her and she tried to scoot back and away from him. It felt like her body was being streatched and she closed her eyes. Trying to wish the pain away. "I am not going to be doing that." She told him. "Give it a minute, you are a virgin," he chuckles, readying for her final moments as a virgin. His hips pull back, waiting for the moment to reach it's tension crescendo- and finally comes sailing home."VIRGIN NO MORE!" he calls out with a chuckle, holding her close through what no doubt was a painful experience. Her face screws up inpain as she contuines to try and get him out of her, but with each moment, she finds herself gripping his arms in pain and then she feels something break and she lets out a yelp of pain as tears fall down her face.Her breaths came in gasps as she felt pain course through her body. The spasms of pain feel good to him, like the quakes of an orgasming lover in a sick and twisted way. Stopping for a moment, he almost says with surprise a few words."Huh, you really were a virgin."Not that it's going to stop him, he continues his fucking slowly for now. Every movement he made in her caused her to groan out in pain. Her hands contuining to try and push him off but it seemed hopeless as she knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop this."It hurts." I whined. "Welcome to womanhood," he snarls, "Quit whining, the first time always hurts. That's just life."His thrusting remains slow, if only to keep the noise down."In a few minutes you'll be creaming all over my cock so just chill." It seemed that he didn't care at all and no matter what he was going to keep doing what he was doing. A whimper passed her lips as each thrust sent more pain through her body."I will not." She told him. "You're arguing against millions of years of evolution, kiddo." he argues with a smile, "You're meant to take cock, you've evolved to enjoy it. Just give it a minute."And to give it a change, he takes a few fingers and brings them up to his mouth. Moistening them, he reaches down and beginnings rubbing her clit. She didn't want to give it a minute, she didn't even want to give it a second. Her eyes flicked to the fingers as she tried to figure what he was doing, watching him but it between her legs, she gave an invoulnetary groan as she closed her eyes.It seemed that her body was trying to stop the pain and to give her more pleasure. "Though a fucker that knows what he's doing helps a lot," he chuckles, letting the rubbing against her clit continue. When pleasure begins to creep across her face he speeds up a bit- but just a bit."And you're already starting to like it, good." It was true, she was starting to enjoy it although she really didn't want to. Her hands gripped the sheets of the bed as a groan passed her lips. It seemed like he was knowing what he was doing and she didn't have the power to stop him."That is not good." She told him. "All of you say that at first," he smiles, "and all of you wail like banshees when it's time," he says.Shifting his position, he does get up into his knees. Still inside her pussy though, the new angle just lets him hit her g-spot. Which he tries to find with gusto. Her eyes flicked up to him as he went to his knees and she felt him change his angle. Groaning at the feeling as she tightened her grip on the sheets. When he hit her g-spot a lout moan hit her hips as her her body withered underneith him. "Though most of you take a little longer," he chuckles, keeping it going. He picks up a little speed sure, but mostly he concentrates on depth- working in more cock with each stroke.The hand at her clit doesn't stop, just takes a moment to re-wet with his tongue before continuing with a smile. Her eyes kept on his as she felt him contuine to move inside of her and it felt like he was forcing himself more inside of her with each thrust. "How do you know that I'm not just going along with it just to get you out of here." She said to him. "Two reasons," he starts, bragging proudly as he keeps reaching for greater depths."One, g-spots on women tend to be at about the same place. Not gaurenteed but around the same place.""Two- I'm just that good a fucker," he giggles, keeping it up. Hitting all the spots he can as often as he can. "Uhhhh...Ohhh." She moaned as she felt her body starting to respond to him as she closed her eyes, her body moving with his. It seemed that she was enjoying it even though her brain wasn't. He was hitting all the right spots and it was driving her wild. Hands reach up to force her eyes open, as he keeps fucking away with style. Keeping with hitting the spots he explores further still- and won't be satisfied until he fills her completely."That's right. Let yourself get fucked." It seemed that she had no choice but to look up at him as he contuined to take her. He was still hitting all the right spot and she hated the fact that she was giving into him."I hate you." She snapped at him. "Doesn't fucking matter," he responded casually, a pinkie finger going down and playing with her ass cheeks."What matters is I fuck your pussy when I show my badge, and you have a brat if I knock you up."Then, some more time to work her over he adds, "And to be honest, I personally couldn't care less about the second one- just the guys who gave the badge over." "I doubt you'll knock me up." She stated with a groan as she knew it wasn't her time yet and she wouldn't be getting pregant. As of right now, she didn't care as long as he finshed up what he was doing and left her alone. "Maybe not," he admits, "That I'm willing to just wait and see."The next stroke is longer and slower, moving deep as he can. Hands work her ass as he does this, and he smiles. "Uh..."She groans as she grips the sheets of the bed as she feels him move deeper inside of her, her eyes closing as her toes curled. She was getting close and she wasn't sure how long she would last. "That right, take that cock," he taunts, the fucking not stopping or slowing even a little bit."And make some noise," he encourages, a pinkie tracing closer to her asshole. Indeed she was maing some noise as she moaned and groaned underneith him. She couldn't help it neither could she stop herself from making those noises.Feeling his pinkie getting closer to her hole, she widen her eyes. "Not there." She begged. With the pinkie getting ever closer to her asshole, his assault on her pussy continues. Getting faster, his fucking takes a turn for the sadistic but just a little."You really think you have a choice in that?" he smiles. Glaring up at him, she tried to move away from his pinkie but since he was inside of her, she couldn't move at all. "No." She flat out told him as she gave him, he was starting to hurt her and she kicked her legs to move away from him. Hmm. . .may be too painful. He liked it when his ladies begged for more fucking when he was done.Nah. He doesn't speed up to give her a chance to get used to it but that is all he concedes.The finger pushes against asshole gently- and truth be told he can still be dissuaded. Not by words mind you."Glad we understand." Her body tensed at the feeling of the pinkie against her hole and she tried to move away from it. Into him as she gave a moan, her body starting to enjoy it again as she closed her eyes. "That's right, make some noise," he chuckles as the digit begins testing her anal resistance. Hmm. . .could be fun."Feel what a grade A fucker can do." Her butt tightened up at the feeling at the finger against that entrance and she looked up at him as if saying no, but a moan passed her lips anyway. She wasn't sure how long she could last. And sensing her orgasm arriving, he smiles. Yeah, that was the sort of ass that gets a cock or nothing when it came down to it."Who do you think will cum first, you or me?" he jokes, letting the now free hand work it's way further up. "Me." She told him as she tensed up more as she felt his finger go against her ass more. Her eyes flicked up to him, as if to tell him no. And surprisingly he lets the hand pull back, actually seeming to follow her wishes. Really, it was because he wasn't equipped for fucking her ass without cleanup but the effect is the same. That hand instead retreats to a cheek, massaging it."Then fucking show me," he smiles, picking up his pace a little. A loud moan passed her lips as she felt him pick up his pace. She doubt that she would be able to keep from cumming and for that. Her moans and pants were coming closer together and she couldn't hold it anymore. A loud moan passed her lips as her body seemed to sieze up and clamp down on him. Her toes curled as her back arched. Once she had ridden it out, she layed slumped against the bed as she panted. Her body coated in sweat. "YYEEAAAHH!" he taunts like an adolescent frat guy at her orgasm."You fucking came because you love this dick, don't you?" he brags, not stopping for a second in his stroke. Looks like that while she came, he didn't, and he's going to be taking full advantage of that."Not that I blame you, lots of women have cum on this cock before." "No." She said as she answered his question. A soft groan passing her lips as she felt him contuine to move inside of her, she thought that he would be done with her and he could leave. She didn't want to see him again and she hoped that she didn't have to, but he would probably think of some reason to seek her out. "Doesn't change that you fucking came," he snarls, picking his pace up a little bit in the process."And that I didn't. I'd call you a fugly bitch to explain it but we both know I'd be lying," he then chuckles, "Wouldn't have badged you if you weren't a hottie."His hands move up to her breasts as he says this, flicking across her nipples as he explores them. Another moan passed her lips as she felt him contuine, her back arching as she closed her eyes. Her body was leaning into his touches and she was hating herself for it. "Should I feel honored?" She asked him in sarcasim. "Maybe if I banged less knock-outs," he chuckles, going deeper with his thrusting. Yeah, he could come like this pretty soon if he doesn't concentrate."But, being completely honest- I'm not that picky. Just consider it a sign that on a scale from 1-10, you're at least a 7." "Gee thanks." She said with a groan as she closed her eyes, her body still giving into him. Her mind knowing that it was only for one night and then he would leave. Doubting that she would get knocked up by him. "You're welcome." he responds, missing the sarcasm entirely. Or ignoring it. And it probably didn't matter either way.A hand moves up between their bodies as he picks up his pace, feeling every inch upward and committing it too memory. Her eyes remained close as she felt his hands move up her body. It felt like he was remembering every inch of her body, but for what reason would he do that for. For the fact that he was taking her. A soft moan passed her lips as she couldn't stop it. Her mind wondering how long he could go for before he left her be. "You going to cum again for me?" he smiles, really hoping she does. He can only hold back for so long- it's just nature."Because you're moaning like you love it." he adds, one hand returning to a breast for a flick of the nipple. "No." She told him, which she knew that she was lieing as she probably would have been cumming for him again and she didn't want to. She didn't love it and she couldn't help but moan even though she hated the fact that he was inside of her. She was moaning, he had to out last her- he had to. It would be hard, he was close- but he would try."You're moaning, just let it out- only I would know. Just let it out." he says, letting the breast hand reach between their bodies to begin working her clit. When his hand moved between her legs, she gave out a loud moan as she moved with him. Her hands still gripping the bed as she closed her eyes. She hated this, she was enjoying it but she hated it. Her clit gets faster attention as he works her even harder. So close, but he had to hold back. This one was a hottie, she deserved something special. To cum with the Bastard- that would make it perfect."You're moving with me now, you're getting close." It was true, she was getting closer with every thrust and the way his hand worked. Her hands gripped the bed as her moans were getting closer together. Her body was to warm and she could feel sweat forming on her body. With a loud moan, her back arched as she came. Her body clamping down on him. And in response he just exploded into her, streams of cum flowing out like the flood gates were opened. Damn, he wasn't to last much longer anyway. Fuck!His body quivers a bit from the force of his orgasm, saying nothing as it finishes. Her body shudders in disgust as she felt him shoot inside of her. Her eyes closed as she hoped that this was the end of it and that she would never see him ever again. Gasping for breath, she slumped against the bed as she wanted to sleep. Heh, if he read thoughts he'd say that she's partly right. As his orgasm subsides he takes a few breaths- then pulls out slowly."Not bad babe, not bad at all." he says, getting up from the bed. His clothes in a pile by the bed, he starts putting them on- even with their juices on his cock."Say hi too our kid for me." he chuckles. Her eyes slowly opened and looked over at him. Watching him get dress. "I won't be having your kid." She told him. Although she knew that she couldn't get an abortion but she knew that she was no where near being preagent. "Who said I was done with you?" he chuckles in response."I mean, I am done with you for today- but, well- you never do know what will happen down the line. Do you?"And with that he keeps getting dressed, almost done. Heh, let her stew on that. Giving him a glare, she never wanted to see his face again, but she had a feeling that she would weather she wanted to or not. Her eyes contuined to watch him get dressed as she leaned back against the bed. Wanting him out of her house. The Bastard smiles, finishing putting on the last of his clothes- now reeking of pussy juice if he gave his opinion. In truth not so much but he liked to think that too himself.With a bow and a smile, he finally begins to walk out the door. The front door to the apartment is shut quickly, and he whistles a song as he leaves for the night. Leaning back against the bed, she let sleep take her as she knew that he wouldn't be back and she would be glad if she never saw him again.Soon night turned to day and she slowly woke up. Her body ached and she would have loved to just soak in a bath all day but knowing that she had to go to work this morning caused her to get up and get ready to face the day. Heading to work like, she always did, she gave a soft smile as she entered the buliding. The new world had adjusted to the sudden imbalance of the sexes rather well, considering. It took some growing pains and some co-ordination on the parts of the governments of the word- but the world could have gotten a lot worse.At work, 95+% women for coworkers of course, there was the normal chatter of lives and loss replaced by work- but it was something to do to not think of what happened to the guys. The day went by smoothly, she didn't tell anyone what happened during the night as she didn't want to think about it. Serving drinks and food for her costumers, the hours ticked by and she was off of work again.Giving a tired, sigh she headed back to her apartment. Deciding to take the park as a shortcut as she doubted that man would anywhere around there. The sound of a female orgasm pierces the air, whatever that means could go multiple ways at the moment. The park's atmosphere otherwise is about as peaceful as one could get in this crazy world. Only the lack of families suggest something is different, and the lack of men would be noticed after that. She suddered in digust at the sound and she quicken her step. Making sure she was out of this park before she heard anymore of those sounds. Her eyes looked stright ahead, she was almost to the end of the park now and on to her apartment. The Bastard rises up from his latest lady friend. What was her name?"Samantha, right?" he chuckles, "Say hi to our kid for me."Hmmm. . .what to do what to do.Wasn't that hottie from last night living fairly close by? Giving a soft sigh, she finally reached her apartment and went to put the key in the door. Glad that he hadn't shown up anywhere and it looked like she would be messed with this night and for that she was greatful.Entering the apartment, she checked the rooms and once she was sure that no one was there, she started to relax. Yes, he thinks she does live close by. Another visit?. . .Nah, The Bastard doesn't want to bethatpredictable. Not that he wouldn't mind tapping that again. Just doesn't want to be predictable. He does however plan to stick around this neighborhood- who knows what could happen? It seemed that she was going to be left alone for the night and for that she was happy. Night soon turned into Day and since that she was off from work, she thought she would go out for lunch with her friends. The diner where they sat wasn't to far from her apartment.Meeting her friends, Jessica and Sarah, they had a nice lunch and they were soon walking down the street. Deciding if they should go shopping or not. Jessica was just telling them how a man with a badage showed up at her work and made them sleep with him on the job. Sarah cracks a joke, asking if he was at least good. It's a bit of black humor, that fortunately Jessica caught on.There was no secret, most thought the badges weren't great- but they were necessary for human survival. Backed up by biologists world wide, it's considered a duty to serve when badged- or would be without the jail time.Jessica admits that the man at least tried to make it enjoyable. Sarah rolled her eyes. She was badged while visiting a friend in a hospital a few months back, along with a nurse that happened to be in the same room. That man came after the first couple thrusts and left without a word. The nurse got pregnant from what she heard. Jasmine told them about how she got badged and they both gave her a surprised look. "He wasn't even that good." She told them with a soft smile. A laugh passed her lips as she looked stright ahead."He was a real bastard. I didn't even enjoy it." It was the truth, he had forced himself on her and was made to enjoy it. It was something that she didn't want to do again. [OOC: Thought her name was Alexis]Sarah raises a glass, a bit of dry humor in her voice as she suggests a toast."To the bastards- at least all the pain and misery they cause is up front now." ((oops))"Here Here." She said as she toasted as well. A smile passing her lips as took a drink. A white van drives up the road, and for a moment the driver is visible before the angle puts the sun between the two of you.Oh.Oh no.It'sHim! Alex froze when saw the man in the van. It couldn't be him. It couldn't be. How did he find her? Her friends were giving her confused look as they asked what was wrong. She shook her head as if to say nothing and contuined to walk. Stopping suddenly and slightly ahead of the three ladies. By the time they would have passed the passenger window was down and his badge was definitely out. Not open yet, like he was still deciding, but it was definitely out."You three, hold it right there. I think I want to have a chat." They all stopped and looked over at the van. They knew what was in his hand and he didn't need to show it."About what" Sarah asked. "Well, first I was curious if you've changed your locks yet." he laughs cruelly.Sarah tries to keep walking, but she catches eyes with him when she shouldn't have."And if you've told them about our little moment." "That is no business of yours." Alex snapped at him with a glare as she started on her way. Her friends right behind her. "Ah, ah, ah!" he tsks, officially flashing his badge to Alexis and her friends. Pressing a button by the wheel- the side door opens slowly and omniously."Get in the van. All three of you." The three looked at each other before they got into the van. It wasn't like they had a choice in the matter. The door closed behind them. The door shuts with an omnious click as he begins to drive off, heading for a destination only he knows."So, she tell you how many times she came with me?" he asks, directed to the others- hoping to watch Alexis squirm a little. An embrassed blush came to her face as he asked his questions. It seemed he like the fact that he was tormenting her."No, she didn't." Jessica said to him. "Twice, didn't you?" he sneers- the drive taking a turn for the slightly more private when he turned into a parking garage. At least there's some concrete walls between the ladies and the street."Didn't you?" She chose not to answer that as it sounded like they were in an underground parking garage, which means that it would be twice as hard to get out of here. "May as well start taking off you clothes you three, we're getting close." he chuckles- popping some pill while the van reaches the top of the garage. It won't be long before there's just open air above them. And 5 floors to the ground below. All three of them looked horrofied at what he said but knowing that they would get in trouble if they didn't listen to what he said and they slowly took off their clothes. Alex giving him a glare as she did so. "You, in the middle," he says, refering to Jessica. Yeah- that's who he's start with."Climb over the back seat. There's a small mattress. I use this van a lot." he chuckles- putting it in park.The mattress he refers to is small enough to fit behind the last bench and the back door- maybe twin size at the biggest. It does however have a rather pronounced stain from all the body juices that have gone before. Jessica seemed relcutant to do what he wanted but she climbed over the seat anyway and landed in the back on the mattress. Her eyes flicked down at the stain and she looked at it with disgust. He could at least have washed the thing. The bastard walks around the car slowly, letting the anticipation build a bit as he heads around to the back.The world is good to a bastard.he smiles to himself, taking the last steps with a bit of spring in his step. Opening the back doors, he chuckles a bit as he looks over the women."You may want to get yourself wet before we go at it. Just saying." Jessica looked up at him and thinking that she would rather have him enter wet instead of dry, she slowly lifted up her skirt and slowly started to rub between her legs, soon her hand dived under her panties as she entered herself and started to finger, soon soft moans passed her lips. "Thought I told you to take off your clothes." he snickers, freeing his cock from his pants- Alexis gets a repeat view of what she saw that night as he steps toward the face of her friend."Gonna have to pay for that. Start sucking." Jessica looked down at his member and shook her head. She wasn't going to do what he asked. He wasn't going to treat her like a whore. "You want me to tell the cops that I badged you, and you said no?" he sneers. His cock comes closer, almost close enough to push her mouth open."The only way you're getting out of this without sucking my dick at this point involves biting- and I believe I heard somewhere that they are considering doing anything that risks the fertility of a badged man a crime with LOTS of prison time." Jessica gave him a glare as she opened her mouth and took him inside. Slowly she started to suck on him as she closed her eyes. Feeling disgusted with herself for letting him use her like this. Alex and Sarah were still in the front seat. Alex trying to shut her ears to the sounds she would soon be hearing. "There, that's better." he taunts, his hips moving a little faster."How's that pussy going. . ." he begins to ask, then something occurs to him."Oh, Alexis. . ." he says with a bit of a sing-song quality in his voice, "What are the names of the friend of yours that I'm fucking?" Her body twitched on how he said her name and asked his question. "Jessica." She told him as she wished that her friends weren't here to witness this. "Jessica, how is that pussy?" he snickers. Probably further along then she'd like to admit given the lack of men- but he wanted to see the reaction in her eyes if he couldn't hear her voice."And don't worry about if there's enough ladies. Amazing what a couple billion in bio-chemical research can do." "I didn't want it to be enough the first time." Alex snapped at him with a glare. Sarah stayed silent to scared to say anything.Jessica didn't answer either as it was hard to for her say anything with him in her mouth. The Bastard chuckles, his hand reaching down to feel Jessica's pussy. The girl's eyes open wide feeling someone else's fingers there as well but she says nothing.Good. Not the wettest pussy he's ever had but wet enough."And here we go," he chuckles- pulling out of her mouth and starting to re-align her. "Don't." She begged as she tried to push him away from her but knowing that it was useless as he would take her anyway. And she was right, it was useless. His rearrangements were only slowed by the thought that he absolutely wanted the other two to know what he was doing- and it was hard not too. His cock aligns with her slit quickly and he immediately begins to push."I got a habit of cumming with a woman I badge, cum quick and I may cum faster." he chuckles, starting to push inward. A gasp passed Jessica's lips as she felt him start to enter her. The gasp was heard by the two in the front seat. While Sarah was turned on. Alex was disgusted by the sound and she clamped her hands over her ears. He starts going for further in, and if he was being completely honest she was a little drier then ideal for him- but that was part of the fun. The exploration."Alexis," he says loudly, "What's the name of your other friend, she seems to be liking the show." "Sarah." She cried out as she clamped her hands to her ears as she didn't want to hear this at all. The first moan of pleasure escapes from Jessica's lips as he smiles- his thrusting getting loud enough that it really can't be ignored any more."Sarah, why don't you take a closer seat and enjoy the show." he suggests. A hand reaches up and roughly gropes Jessica's tits while he keeps up his fucking. Sarah was almost to eager as she took a close seat. Jesscia moaned again as her breast was groaped. Alex was clamping her legs shut as she closed her eyes, she defently didn't want to hear any of this. The Bastard grins as he speeds up in Jessica, speeding up his pace toward an orgasm as he uses Jessica's body for a little fun. Sure, breeding her would be nice- but he only wanted to guarantee one lady in the van had his baby. She was further up front."Why don't you start frigging yourself Sarah, get ready for me. Because you're next." he grunts, reaching down to start frigging Jessica's clit with his motions. Jessica moans at the feeling. Although she hates what he is doing to her, she was moaning from the pleasure. Sarah gave a nod as she started to finger herself, it seemed that it was easy to find someone to sleep with her espcally if they had a badge. Alex was still sitting in the front, her hands clamped over her ears, trying to drown out Jessica's moan as she hit her climax. And through all of this the Bastard is smiling, grunting as his orgasm gets closer and harder to hold back. It was a miracle of modern science that he'll happily have enough for all three ladies- but that doesn't mean he's going to take advantage of their humiliation to get off first."Think you're going to cum again soon?" he asks with a smug smile- thinking about the batch of baby batter that's going inside her soon. Jessica shook her head as her legs seemed to hold on to him as she felt him contuine to move. Her eyes closing as she moaned, hoping that he would be done with her sooner or later as it seemed he wanted Alex more then he wanted them. She could hear Sarah's eagers moans as she contuined to finger herself. He picks up his pace as she shakes her head- going for that one more time before he gives her his sperm. Oh this will be fun indeed."A little more incentive, eh?" he chuckles- then looks toward Sarah."Your turn is coming up." he grins, "And you are after her." he adds to Alexis. Jessica gave a moan as she felt him contuine to move inside of her, thinking that he would be done with her but it seemed he wanted to make sure that she came again before he moved to Sarah.Alex pushed her hands to her ears, more as she didn't want to be anywhere near him. It certainly seemed that way- but there comes a point in a man where he gets impatient and absolutely cruel. His pace quickly became dictated by instinct rather then partner gratification and he gets faster and faster while going deep as he can. He does keep enough presence of mind to keep hitting those spots but little more."You're coming up Sarah- get ready." Sarah gives an eager nod as she contuies to move her fingers around, a wet sound is issued from them. Jessica gives another loud moan as she comes again as her eyes closed. She couldn't take anymore and she slumps against the bed. A grunt passes from his lips as the inevitable happens, hot streams of cum flow deep into Jessica- one pulse at a time."Fuck. . .fuck yeah- take it like that. Good bitch. Sarah, get your ass down here." he growls as his orgasm takes him, his hips crudely lunging forward to finish off."One down Alexis. One down." Sarah gives a nod as she gets down on the mattriess, her eyes full of eagerness and lust as she lays on the bed. Opening her legs for him, and gave him a smirk. "Don't be gentle." She told him with a smile as she was pretty much saying that she was at his mercy. No mercy requested, none given. He doesn't even wipe off his cock as he moves it from Jessica to Sarah- plunging in deeply and quickly without hesitation. The first "thrust" is to explore, deep as he can get in one motion."Oh, you wanted this pretty badly- didn't you?" he snickers- already getting into fucking another female. "Oh yes." Sarah moans out as she starts to move with him, her eyes slowly closed as her legs locked around his waist.Alex could hear her moans and she knew that her turn was coming up. "Good," he replies quickly and without hesitation, adapting an absolutely savage pace. Heh, this one has earned some special treatment with the badge-slut act- his hands start going up her body to find out how."Hear how much of a slut your friend is Alexis?" he snarls- giving Sarah a couple slow, hard ones for emphasis. "Uhhh..UHHH." Sarah moaned out as she leaned into his touch, her legs locked on his waist as she closed her eyes, her body loving the feeling of what he was doing to her.Alex stayed cruled up as she wasn't going to go back there at all. "Damn you love this," he grunts, reaching down to grab those hips. This one he was going to fuck until she couldn't walk, using his new grip to push himself even deeper. A little bit of motion of his hips enters the play as he starts looking for special places as well."Tell your friends how much you love this." Sarah moaned louder as she was getting so close and the way he moved his hip, she knew that she wasn't going to be able to walk for a while. When he hit that spot, it drove her wild and she closed her eyes as he gripped on to him. 'Oh..I love it." She moaned out as she came her legs locking on to his as her back arched. Guessing that it was Alex's turn soon. Heh, the medication he had taken earlier was certainly earning it's reputation. The second one cums on his cock and cums HARD- he certainly was enjoying the show of motions and sounds coming from Sarah's form. And how tightly she clamped down on him. . .His own orgasm surprises him completely, but there was no mistaking the sensations coming from his cock. Sarah's body was being absolutely flooded with his seed, thick rope after thick rope being greeted by the muscular milking of her body. He grunts as Sarah gets the full gift of his cum, his body seeming dedicated to keeping it going as long as it can. Alex heard them finsh and she pulled her hands from her ears and looked back at them. She knew that she was next and she didn't want to go at all. Her eyes flicked toward the door as she thought that she could get out of here before he grabbed, but she would risk going to jail. Spending the very last of the orgasm, he pants for a little bit with Sarah- eventually pulling out of her and letting her slump downwards without ceremony. Locking eyes with Alexis, he motions for her to stay right where she is as he begins circling around to the van door. Her body froze as she watched him move towards the van door, and she moved herself as far as she could away from it. The van door opens as suddenly as it can- he looking like a crazed animal as he looks at Alexis with predatory eyes. Almost as if he can't decide if he's going to fuck Alexis or just eat her."I got both your friends." he sneers. Crawling in, still mostly nude and dripping with fluids from the other two."I got both of your friends to cum." he continues, reaching forward."Your turn." he finishes, grabbing an ankle. Alex saw his eyes and her body tensed at the look as she watched him come closer to her. Her body move back as she tired to get far away from him. When he grabbed her ankle and she gave a scream of surprise as she was pulled told him."No." She yelled out. Climbing up into the van with her, his smile only get wider as his cock is getting closer to it's destination."Oh come on. How many times did you cum last time? Twice at least." he smirks- pushing that ankle off to a side."Show me that pussy." "No." She snapped at him as tried to move away from him again as she pushed him away."I'm not going to let you do it again." She told him. "You have to." he sneers, crawling up into the van and closing the door behind him."Or you can tell it too the cops. Makes me wonder if one of them has a badge anyway." he snickers, getting closer."Did you ever tell them how many times you came that night?" "No and don't plan on either." She said to him with a glare, knowing that she has no where to run as she was trapped inside the van. Hearing nothing from her friends, she wondered if they were asleep or had were they just being quit."Like the cops would believe me." She told him with a slight glare. "I showed you my badge before I stuck in my dick, it was all legal." he smirks, dragging out a technicality of the law."Just like this is too, COME HERE." he growls with a smile, giving her leg a sharp pull to get her closer and to get her laying down.Jessica and Sarah both lay in silence, both exposed to the world- but so far lucking out with nobody actually looking at the top level of the parking garage. One silent from shame, the other will be ashamed in a few minutes as she finishes coming down. Her body was inching closer to him and she kicked to try and let him let go of her legs, but it wasn't working as she was forced to lay down on the seat of the car. Her eyes looked up at him in fear. "And you took your clothes off like a good girl." he smirks, knocking her legs apart with his knees. His proud erection drips with the orgasms of Jessica and Sarah and is starting to get hard again. But then he gets an idea that gives his mouth a wider smile and his cock a twitch. Instead of lowering to her snatch he goes further up her body."Why don't you give my cock some attention?" Biting down on her lips, she shook her head as she closed her eyes. Turning her head away from him, she kicked, trying to move away from him. She didn't want this at all. Not pleased at this, he moved further up on the seat until he can slap her in the face with his cock."Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. Suck me." he demands, a hand going through her hair- grabbing a handful of it and giving a bit of a pull. Just enough to get his point across."Your friends are on this cock too- you'll love how they taste." When he pulled on her hair, she gave a yelp of pain. Causing her mouth to open and his member able to go in her mouth. A muffled moan passed her lips as she struggled. "Don't struggle," he demands, "Suck. It's your fucking duty, suck on my cock!"While he says it he takes advantage of the struggle and puts a hand behind her head, to encourage to fucking of her face."SUCK. THIS. COCK." "Mmm..." She muttered as she tried to get him out of her mouth but as he was holding her head, she couldn't move far. Slowly she started to suck on him, only to get him out of her mouth. "Harder," he gruffly demands, starting to fuck her face a bit if to mitigate some of the frustration."You have fucking cum on this cock- you aren't going half ass on it now. Your friends didn't go half-ass, what right do you have doing it?"One of those friends in question starts to peak over the seat to find her clothes- Alexis and the Bastard blocking the way. Sucking on it harder, she gave a gagging sound as she couldn't get enough breath in her lungs as she tried to push him off of her. Her legs kicking as she couldn't get away from him fast enough.Her eyes flicked over to her firends almost asking for help. "Um, sir. She can't breathe." Jessica says, quietly- afraid of him now more then ever."Heh, yeah- my cock is a big 'en, isn't it.""No, seriously- she can't breathe."With a sigh, he shrugs a bit and does pull out of her mouth. But no further."This doesn't mean you don't have to suck me." he makes sure to tell Alexis, proding her lips with his cock head. Coughing, she gasped for breath as she looked up at him. Feeling him prode her lips, her head moved to the side as she tried to get away from him but she knew that she couldn't move. Opening her mouth, she was ready to suck on him again. "Good," he confirms, entering her mouth once more. That wonderful mouth, warm and wet and he was really hoping she'd start using tongue."Um, you know- if you get me off here I might not have it in me to cum in your snatch." he says to her, lying. Of course he'll have it in him thanks to the wonders of SCIENCE!"But, you didn't give us that chance." Jessica complains a bit."Because I'd never cum in your snatch before. I have in hers." he snickers back, not even looking. Alex knew that he was lying but she couldn't say it as he was in her mouth. Hearing Jessica's whine, she wanted to tell her that he was lying but that was hard at the moment. Adding her tounge to the mix,she closed her eyes wanting this to end. Her hands gripped the seat of the van in hate. "Bracing yourself, nice," he snickers, picking up the speed a little."And she's using her tongue," he adds, "Get me off faster? Favoritism?""Why are you telling me this?""Because I want you to wonder if she's my slut? Or I'm a bit of an exhibitionist." When he picked up his speed, her hands went up to push him off of her. Her legs kicked as a muffled no passed her lips. She defently wasn't his slut and she wouldn't be doing this if he didn't have a badge. "Ah, looks like pussy it is." he replies to her attempts to push him out of her mouth."Be careful what you wish for." he tells Alexis straight to her face, starting to dismount and scoot back in the car seat."Because you may just get it." When he left her mouth, she started to cough as she started to roll over and move towards the driver door. Her body was so close to the door, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to get far. Damn right she wouldn't. In her defense she does manage to get to the point where her upper torso is over the barrier/console between the front seats but no further before he firmly grabs her hips. How much that is because he let her is hard to figure really. But the cock easily lining up for doggie style fucking can't have been a coincidence."Go ahead and hit the radio if you want, I'm not picky." he jokes, slapping her ass. A squeal of surprise passed her lips as she was pulled back and she felt him enter her. Her eyes widen as she tried to move away from him but he was to stronge for her. "Get out." She demanded and she tired to struggle, before jumping at the slap on her ass. Hearing his joke, she rolled her eyes. He snickers, taking the opportunity to pick up the pace a bit. Doggie style, the idea always gave him a chuckle. Especially the idea that a dog may be watching. "It's like the Discovery Channel! He's not doing it right.""Fuck no." he replies with a low hip twist, "You and I are going to love this too much." When he twisted his hips a certin away and invoulntary moan passed her lips as she gripped the seat in front of her. She couldn't believe that she was indeed enjoying this and she was hating herself for it. With the female caught in his grasp, he snickers as he starts the fun part. Watching carefully, he starts moving in and out slowly but powerfully- watching her reaction. The goal is to seek a certain place inside her, something that will really set her off whether she likes it or not."A moan, we got a moan," he taunts, letting the others know their friend isn't far behind. Feeling him move in and out of her made her bite down on her lip to keep anything from coming out. Glaring behind her at him, she tried to tense her body up to make sure that she didn't give out any more moans.That was until he hit a spot causing a scream of pleasure to be ripped from her lips. And being the cruel sadist he was he takes note of that spot and keeps exploring. A new angle here? What about this one?But before she really gets and opportunity to settle down from that wild scream of orgasmic pleasure- he hits it again. It seems that's the plan now- one or two wild strokes then one on that spot. It seemed that he was being crule to her as no sooner as she relaxed from him hitting that spot, he would hit that spot again causing her scream out in pleasure as she sturggled to get away from him."Stop..it." She panted as she didn't want him to hit that spot anymore. "No," he replies simply, hitting that spot once again for emphasis. She was going to get fucked however he wanted to do it."You'll cum a couple times for me, mostly because you need the discipline it seems," he adds with a snicker, hitting the spot twice more in rapid succession. One of the others starts crawling back over the seat quietly, too ashamed to look at what was being done to Alexis. When he hit that spot again, she gave a loud moan in pleasure as her body seemed to squirm under him. He was hitting that spot to torture her and she knew it. Her eyes closed as all she could do was lay there and moan out in pleasure."I don't want to." She told him. Damn right he was hitting the spot to torture her, and he did it again to. Fuck that, he wanted to see her face twisted in orgasm again as he keeps fucking her."The badge says too fucking bad." he snickers, riding her harder- hoping to hear some noise. When he rode her harder, moans of pleasure passed her lips as she seemed to have given into pleasure and it was the only thing she could do until she was done wit her. "Uh..ohh.." She moaned as she closed her eyes and let him take her. And take her he did. As she surrendered he starts hitting that spot every stroke to reward her for such a show of submission."That's right, let me do that thing and you'll love it too." he instructs, his hands reaching around to her breasts."Understand that? Just let me take you." Moaning out when he hit that spot, she felt her body move forward and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her eyes flicked toward him as he talked to her, groans and moans passing her lips. "For now." She moaned out with a glare as she hated that she was forced to give into to him. He responds to that smart remark by giving it too her faster and harder- showing her who is the boss in this fuck. Both of her friends look over the seat in something between reverence and horror as they watch the fate of their friend."Fuck that, you know you love this shit." he snickers. Alex's hands gripped the seat in front of her, as she tried to keep anymore moans from escaping her lips but it wasn't working as she gave another moan, he was right, she was starting to love this but she couldn't let him no that. "Ahhh..uhh." She gasped out as she closed her eyes at the feeling. "Cum." he orders with a growl, "Cum like the little slut you want to be."His hand reaches around and grips her throat if softly to pull her up a bit."It's not like your friends didn't." Her eyes widen as she felt his hands around her throat and she flicked her eyes toward him, she didn't want to cum for him but she really didn't have a choice at all. Giving on final moan, she closed her eyes as she came, her body seizing up as her toes curled and her back arched. When she rode it out, she collapsed gasping on the seat, her breaths coming in gasps. And that's not all that happened. Alexis cumming pushed him over his edge as well, sperm flooding her body as her orgasm rocks hers. Every muscle milking him only helps him more as his seed goes deeper and deeper.And the whole time he laughs as he pants out his pleasure. Feeling his cum in her body, her body gave a disgusted shudder as she thought about the fact that she could get pragent from him and she didn't want any kids. Her eyes closed as she was to tired to move and her body shivered under him. He had won again and she knew that she wouldn't be able to fight against him again. Pulling out of her without ceremony, he gives her a hard slap on the ass just as his cock head leaves her lower lips."Heh, and you make three. What do you think Alex- liked that didn't you?" Flicking a glare toward him, she tried to move her body away from him but she didn't even have enough energy to do any of that, so she just laid there, Still trying to catch her breath. Her eyes flicked over to him as she gave him a glare. "Alright, play it silent." he snickers, "It's not like we both don't know the truth anyway."Reaching back for his clothes, he starts fiddling with his pants with a whistle."By the way, you three have until I get this van back where I picked you up to get out- or I kick you out without your clothes. Except your underwear. That's mine." Alex grabbed her clothes and started to put them on. Her hands shook as they did so and she had to will herself to make them stop as she finally got dressed. Her eyes flicked toward him as she had her underwear. Thinking that he already had a pair of hers but she didn't say anything. Her friends were dressed as well. He, after getting his clothes on, is true to his word on one thing. He does drop them all off exactly where he made them get in the van, laughing as he does it."Have fun ladies. Hope it doesn't get to cold for you." Bringing her clothes toward her body, she headed her off home. When she got there, she got into the shower and scrubbed herself off. Wanting to remove the feeling of his body on hers. The next day she went to work like normal and like normal, she walked home. Thanking god, she wasn't pregent at all and she knew that would never happen. Others wouldn't be so lucky, or they would- it was too close to tell really. The phone rings, the ID saying it's Sarah. A reminder of the van happening so soon couldn't have been a good thing. A necessary thing maybe? An emergency? Sarah was calling him, deciding to play an evil trick on Alex, thinking that she had gotten to upidity. Telling him what she had planned, she wanted him to break into her house again and to take her hard and rough. She waited for what he had to say. The Bastard smiles, listening to what Sarah had in mind. This happened occasionally, and he had wicked ideas every time. So he laid out his price."Alright Sarah, I think I can give Alexis some more attention. On one condition. Whatever you want me to do to her, is also the very least of what I'm going to do to you. Maybe you'll be first, maybe you'll be after. Maybe I'll match stroke-for-stroke, maybe I'll add interest, maybe I'll even do it twice. But whatever is going to happen to her, will also happen to you- and maybe more. Deal?" "Deal." Sarah said as she didn't mind what he did to her but she wanted it done to her. Espically since Alex had been complaining about him for so long and she did enjoy him taking her. "Just take her rough and do want you want with her and I'll let you take me whenever, and where ever you want." "Alright," the Bastard starts, beginning to come up with a plan for what he's going to do to Alexis."Think you can get her to Twin Pines Mall in an hour?" "I can." Sarah said with a soft smile as she hung up the phone.An hour later Alex and Sarah was walking through the mall although she was unsure, why she was here in the first place as she found it odd that Sarah wanted to go shopping with her as she had been so cold to her the past few weeks. Sarah gets a text, good and stealthy from a just a phone number. No flash to it as all it says is a few words.'Movie Theater"The Bastard"' Sarah gave a nod as she walked with Alex through the mall. Heading inside the movie theater, she was saying that she wanted to see a movie. Alex had agreed to come with her, although she didn't know why she wanted to go there in the first place. Sitting down in one of the seats, she looked at the movie screen. Once more he texts, Sarah- hoping that she at least put the phone on silent.'Disappear,Not to farThere will be a show.The Bastard.' Sarah looks at the text before flicking her gaze toward Alex. "I'm going to get some popcorn do you want anything?" She asked."No thank you I'm fine." Alex tells Sarah as Sarah stands up and leaves. The Bastard smirks from a few rows back, watching Sarah leave and trying to be invisible. Then he thinks better of it and gives a wink.Slipping out of his seat- it's a pity really. Not much of an audience in this matinée showing. No kids though, which was a plus.Working his way forward slowly the Bastard starts in on the same row as Alexis and starts working his way closer. Alex isn't paying attention to the fact that someone was slowly getting closer to her seat as her eyes focused on the screen waiting for the movie to start.Looking down at her watch, her eyes moved around the room. Where was Sarah? When she looked next to her, she saw the same man that had come after her every time. The bastard. Her eyes widen as her mouth opened but nothing came out as she slowly started to move away from him. It was a game to the Bastard, and amusing one at that. Could she get past the last seat before he pulled the badge? How long could he go without it? He pulls it from his pocket but doesn't open it yet- just to play the game as long as he can.He puts up his finger in a "shush" motion. Silence is Golden after all. Her eyes widen more as she sees that the badage is already out of his pocket, all he had to do was open it and there was nothing that she could do. Shaking her head, she contuined to move, glad that there was no one in this row and she could make an escape if need be. A cut off snicker from the rows behind is heard, probably the moment they realized what the folded over badge was. 4 seats away, three, two. . .He purposely waits until she's at the last seat in the row before he opens the folded badge with a smile on his face. A finger on his other hand reaching up and motions for her to come closer. Alex froze when she saw the badge, her eyes slitted down into a glare as she had no choice but to come closer to him. Slowly she moved forward, hearing the snicker again. Knowing that the ones in the back, knew what was going on. He wouldn't really force her to do it here would he? She was one seat away from him and she sat down, she wasn't going to come any closer then that. The Bastard does not fuck around and makes his intentions clear right away. Grabbing one of her breasts he openly gropes her while he motions that she should keep quiet. He looks down to see what she's wearing for pants anyway. Biting down on her lip, she made sure that she didn't make a sound as she sat there and let him grope her. Her eyes searched for Sarah and she wondered where on earth she could be at. The Bastard had told her to disappear, he had hoped she obeyed- but in the end it didn't matter if she did or not as long as he got pussy. Putting the badge back in his pocket, he used his other arm to pull her closer. Not quite onto his lap yet- but she would be soon. Her body tensed as he brought her closer, finding herself in the seat next to him. Giving him a glare as she tired to push his hands off of her, but she knew that she couldn't forceful do it as he did show her his badge. The Bastard moves his hand up her thighs, circling them inward and coming almost to her pussy before rubbing back downward."So, any of you get knocked up?" he whispers into her ear. Alex's body tensed as she felt his hand move up between her legs before moving back down. "Jessica." She whispered back as she bit down on her lips. "Really?" he whispers back, pleasantly surprised. He remembers leaving his load in her pussy all the more fondly now."What has she said about it? And about our little romp?" "She hasn't said anything to me about it." She whispered to him as she told him the lie. Jessica felt disgusted with herself but she was on constant watch by the goverment to make sure that she didn't kill herself. "With how you all came, wouldn't surprise me." he snickers a bit, quietly."People don't expect you to enjoy yourselves, especially like how you did." he adds, picking up the pace as he rubs her pussy. Bitting down on her lips, she kept a groan from passing them as she closed her eyes. Her body was moving closer to his hand thought. "I didn't enjoy myself." She snapped at him. "Shh. . ." the bastard replies, "This is a movie theater."Snickering quietly, he goes further to moving another hand under her shirt."Besides, you came too hard to have not liked it at least a little bit." Looking back at him, she gave him a glare as she felt his hand going up her shirt. She only came hard because he hit her spot. He received the glare with a wink, continuing to work his hand further up her stomach- starting to feel where her ribcage would start. The other hand stays around her hips as he coyly plays along her skin. "Don't." She whispered in a begged as she shifted uncomfortable against him, trying to pull his hands off her body. Her heart was breathing rapidly as she wanted away from him. The Bastard ignores the plea, his hand officially reaching under her shirt now- working up to her bra slowly. Snickering, the lower hand goes down her thigh toward the end of her skirt. Biting on her lip, she kept anything else from escaping them as she knew the ones in the back was watching their every move. Her body tensed at where his hands were placed. The hand under her shirt encroaches ever higher, getting closer and closer to her breasts as it goes on. The other hand starts working up the hem of her skirt with a deliberate slowness."Oh, you are liking this," he quietly snickers. "I am not." She whispered to him as her body tensed more and she couldn't move because he had shown her his badge, which ment that she would be put in jail if she didn't let him. His hands make their next moves with more of a pounce then an actual slow seduction, one hand openly groping a breast through her bra and the other reaching all the way up her skirt to her underwear. Both begin rubbing their targets slowly, and he smirks as he breathes down her neck."I may just have to do that for the both of us." he whispers back, grinning. Alex's body jumped as she felt his hands pounce down on their targets and she was squriming under his touch, her hands dove in after them as she tried to pry them off of her. Biting down on her lip, she tried to keep any sounds coming out as she shifted under him. Hating this even more. The Bastard snickers at this, letting her think she's doing something worthwhile for a minute there."Don't forget the law." he whispers into her ear, his hands- now with hers on top of them, reaching under her bra and underwear. A soft yelp passed her lips as she felt his hands move under her bra and underwear. She knew the lay and she hated it. Her hands relaxed against his before removing them completely. The Bastard smiles, his hands starting to rub sensitive places on her body with hunger in his fingers."Good," he whispers in her ear."Really good, just relax and enjoy." There was no point in trying to relax as she tensed up more, not wanting him to contuine this at all. "Stop please." She begged. "Shhhhhh. . ." he quietly reminds.A finger starts tracing the edges of her pussy lips while he watches her reaction, another finger playing across her right nipple. Squriming under him, she tried to get away but the thought of the badge went through her mind as she closed her eyes. "Just get it over with." She whipsered at him, her tone cold. "Then make the next move," he whispers back with a smile, only rubbing her harder."Move over here and sit in my lap." Giving him a glare, she moved and sat down on is lap. The first thing she felt was his bulge and her body tensed up at the feeling. "Good," he whispers in her ear, the hand on her breasts giving a little pinch to make sure she keeps paying attention."Very good, now reach below and take my cock out. Nothing fishy." Jumping at the pinch, she gave him another glare as her hands moved down to his pants. Taking his memember out, she had it in her hands and she thought about squeezing it. The Bastard smiles as he gets his hands to work himself, reaching under her skirt to open up her underwear. He's going to hop right to it it seems, and he holds her close to show it. Feeling where he was at, she knew that all he would have to do was move his hips up once and he would be inside of her. Taking a deep breath, she waited for it to happen as she knew she couldn't stop it. Instead, he takes a slightly different tactic. He moves his hips enough to move his tip to her entrances- the grabs her hips and pulls down."Sit on that cock." he quietly growls."You'll love it just like last time." When he pushed her down, she felt him enter her and she bit down on her lips to keep anything from escaping. "No I won't." She snapped. "Keep it down, you want everyone to know we're fucking?" he replies with a grin. Heh, he's just fine with everyone knowing actually.He pushes her further on, to see how deep he can get her. Feeling him push inside of her, she gasp as she put her hands to her lips as she made sure to silence herself as she closed her eyes at the feeling. He feels that she's tight, and not very wet- but she is at least somewhat. Not ready for him to slide completely down but enough to get started."Moisten for me, use one of those hands on your pussy." he orders, one of his own hands going for under her shirt. Hearing what he wanted her to do, she shook her head as she wasn't going to do it. If he wanted her wet he would have to do it himself. Her body tensed as she felt his hand move up her shirt. He seems to be overall okay with this as he starts moving her hips back and forth, making her pussy lips rub against his cock head. His hand goes further up her skirt to see what else he can accomplish.An usher comes up the aisles with obvious intent, but the Bastard's other hand is ready at his badge already- the usher keeps on walking. All Alex could do was sit there and pray that he would stop but since he had the badage, she couldn't do anything or even hope that he would stop. Her body tensed up even more as she felt his hand move up her skirt. The hand reaches it's destination, and his fingers start to rub just above her clit in small circles as he moves his hand further down slowly."Good," he whispers, "Everyone knows you're going to get fucked. Think he's going to get a camera?" Shaking her head, she bit her lip as she tried to keep a moan from escaping as her legs kicked slightly at the feeling. She wanted this to be done and over with. His rubbing only gets faster and hungrier as he goes for a little moisture."Good," he whispers."Try not to make any noise. Let's see what happens. But what about the people who want to watch the movie?" Bitting harder down on her lips, she found herself leaning back against him. Making sure that she didn't make any sounds as she let him do this to her. His rubbing gets harder as she tries to get her wet enough for entry, knowing how much this will take from experience. She's not quite there yet but she'll be there soon.He responds to her leaning back with a lick across the back of her neck with a quiet giggle. A muffled whimper came passed her lips as she was getting wetter every second. She couldn't moan outloud because of where she was at. Her eyes widen as she felt his tounge against the back of her neck. Satisfied with how wet she was now, the Bastard's hand finally stops rubbing as he moves his hand further down in the seat. Reaching under, the tell tale sound of a zipper was probably physically hidden but the Bastard imagined it loud and long."Here it comes." he whispers. Her eyes closed as she waited for him to enter her as she took a deep breath. Hoping that this would be the last time, she would have to deal with him in the first place. His large cock frees itself from his pants, he snickers into her ear as it moves toward it's position."Why don't you lead it in?" he smugly replies."And remember the law, no funny stuff." Shaking her head, she wasn't going to lead anything inside of her. Even though she knew the law and she just hoped that she would get pragnet so he would leave her alone. The head of his cock finds her entrance and begins to press harder to enter her. Yes, this should be fun indeed. You'd think this would get old at some point but it never did!He feels the tip start to enter with a snicker in his lips. Her eyes closing at the feeling of him entering her as a tear slowly streamed down her face as she didn't want this anymore. Pushing into her body slowly he lets out a little groan into her ear."Just as tight as the first time." he whispers, going for depth this first time. Bitting down on her lip, she didn't want to groan or anything as she felt him go deeper inside of her. The Bastard feels the act of submission and is pleased. His hands gripping her hips and making her move up and down on his cock. Slowly and only a little bit at first but building as well.A hand reaches up to go below her shirt once more. Her eyes widen as she felt herself moving up and down on him as she felt her pleasure starting to build up alittle and still she didn't moan as she felt his hand go up her shirt. His hand encounters bra, which he gives just pushing it out of the way a try. Whether it works or not doesn't matter as he leans in."Take off your bra." he whispers as he starts moving her on his cock a little deeper and faster. Her hands slowly moved up to undo her bra, leaving it on her arms but giving him enough room to do what he wanted. Bitting on her lips, she gave a muffled moan as he went deeper inside of her. With the bra free, the next bit comes with a bit of joy. His hands continue their work upward and come to their destination, Alexis's breasts. His hands starts groping and manipulating them under her shirt. He repositions his hips to push her forward and deeper onto his pole. Her eyes closed as she felt his hands against her breast and another muffled moan passed her lips as she felt him go deeper inside of her. She didn't think that she would be able to hold it in anymore. "That's good Alex." he whispers into her ear with a bit of a sing-song quality to his voice."I'm going to really enjoy knocking you up. Good news is that I'm considered the best. So, enjoy." he adds quietly as he starts moving her on him. Alex, flicked her eyes back at him, as she felt herself being moved up and down at him. She knew that after this she would be knocked up as she was due for her time and the thing was, she didn't want a kid at all. Not that what she thought really mattered to the law. People needed to shore up the numbers and that was that as they say.The Bastard picks up the pace to practically bounce her on his cock to see what kind of reaction they would get. Her eyes widen as she felt herself being pushed of his lap, and she knew that her bouncing was visable at least to the people behind them and something were watching them more then the movie. Smirking, and with the badge in sight, the Bastard really starts letting her have as his pace becomes more animalistic. He doesn't make many sounds, the idea being to give a show and not pull from the current one."Remember, quiet now." he whispers. Giving him a nod, she kept her hands over her mouth as she felt him move faster inside of her and she closed her eyes. Wanting this to stop as she just wanted him to leave her alone. A muffled moan passed her lips as she shuddered in disgust. The Bastard played his part, one of his hands going over her mouth as well. If for not entirely similar reasons. He keeps her bouncing on his cock while she tries to keep some level of control. Not while he's fucking her, a his hands roughly grope her breasts. A muffled moan passed her lips as her hand gripped his wrist as she felt him bounce up and down on his member, her eyes closing as she relaxed even more. She was enjoying it more and more with each thrust. The Bastard smirks as he feels the moan play among his lips. The hand up her shirt goes down to her ass to give a little extra bounce to what he was making her form do."Good," he whispers into her ear."Just like that." Her eyes moved down to half lids as she bounced on him even more. She knew that other people knew what they were doing and deep down inside, she felt disgusted at the fact. And yet it this is how he liked it best, with an audience. Her bouncing on his cock is kept up with a smile as he leans in and starts licking along her ears and neck."Good, keep going." he adds quietly. Her eyes closed wanting this to stop now, she felt him contuine to bounce up and down on him. Her body shuddered at the feeling of his licks against her ears and neck. With a muffled moan, she came her back arching slightly as her eyes widen. And that seemed to be the signal for him. That seemed to be what he needed her to do. The Bastard sighs in her ear as the floodgates open, and he cums directly into her body. It's a powerful orgasm, one that flows into her naturally."Good girl." he whispers. Relaxing against him, she muffled her gasps as she felt him shot into her and a warmth spreading through her insides. Looking over her shoulder at him, she gave him another glare. Pretty much saying that she was done and she did't want to do it anymore. Which was fine with the Bastard. When he finishes his orgasm he snickers a bit and lets her go. His smile back says it all. He may come back later- but he was done for today. He may not be done, but he's done for now. Alex's hand went up to remove his from her mouth as she panted against his hand. All she could do was wait until he let her go, so that she could get up and leave the movie theater. And he let her go, done for her. He sneers a bit but she starts to get up he actually helps her up."Good girl." he whispers into her ear. Giving him a soft glare as she stood up and moved to the seat next to him, her body violated, but she already had a feeling that this would be the last time they would do anything with each other. The Bastard smiles as he reaches down to zip up his pants. Oh that his the spot. Smirking, he reaches over and gives her inner thigh a little slap but lets her watch the movie in relative peace.Now, where was that friend of hers going to be? Giving him a soft glare as she felt him slap her inner thigh, she shifted it away from him as she looked up at the movie screen. Once the movie was done, she slowly stood up and left with the rest of people. Alex was giggling behind the curtain as she headed out the back way, and down the alley. The Bastard enjoyed the rest of the movie too, needing a few minutes before a good fucking could be given anyway. The funniest part? The movie was so goddamn terrible that he could help but think of getting Alex to suck him off just to relieave the boredom.When the movie let out he texted the little traitor to see where she was at. Sarah was sitting at a local resturant when she heard her phone go off, flicking it open, she looked at the text. Texting him back that she was at a resturant, wondering right now he needed to know where she was right now, it could be possible that he was going to take his payment tonight. The Bastard smiles when he gets the news, knowing exactly where she is. Hell, that was within easy walking distance and he could use a chance to spread her legs. His legs, to spread his legs.15 minutes later, the Bastard walks in the door and right to Sarah's table."It's done. Right in the middle of a crowded movie theater. She tell you anything about it? I'd love to see if she texts you." "Well she hasn't texted me yet and I'm sure she will tell me things." Sarah told him as she ate her french fry and gave him a soft smile. "Care for a wager?" he then remarks with a grin."If she mentions that she came, I'm pay for your meal. If she doesn't- I eat one of these cheeseburgers, onion rings, a drink, and I take you right here." he chuckles. "Deal." Sarah said with a soft smile as her phone started to vibrate against the table and she picked it up. Looking down at the phone, she gave a soft smirk. "I guess I lost." She said that she showed him the phone and the text. He looks at it, and gives a snicker."The Bastard fucked me again. When is he going to leave me alone?" he reads out loud. Well, he knew what he was going to do as soon as he had a bite. Now the question was, how could he really make it shine?He orders his meal to a nervous waitress, making sure she knows to make it quick. Sarah slowly started to eat her meal, wondering what was going through his mind and what he had planned. Knowing what was going to happen to her in the resturant, she wondered if he was going to go after her friend again. The burger is down, he's just going on to finish the onion rings when he speaks next with a grin. Putting out his badge, he looks Sarah in the eye with his first order."I think you should start taking your clothes off, then hop up on this table." he says with a snicker."Let's show off the goods a bit." Sarah looks down at the badage, she rolled her eyes slightly as she slowly started taking off her clothes and once she was done with that, she got on the table and she looked right at him as if saying whats next. And for a while he just enjoys the view as he finishes the food, enjoying slowly as he looks Sarah over once more. Smirking, when the last bite goes down he takes a look over his audience. Most women look fearful or disgusted, except for a small few. Of the few men actually present, the majority seem also to be morally violated.But not all. He smiles as an idea comes."Anyone else want some of this?" he calls out to the other restaurant attendants."I get her pussy obviously, but if your balls haven't dropped off I think she needs a proper lesson on manhood." Sarah looked around as she watched some of the men stand up and head over to their table. She could feel their hands touching her body as she looked over at him, her eyes widen slightly as she hadn't expected him to invite anyone else to join. He really was a bastard. Three other men get close enough which given the percentages The Bastard's heard is damned impressive in itself."Jesus, it this legal?" a hispanic man in his 30's remarks with a visible dent in his pants."As long as you remember three rules," the Bastard starts in explanation."One- someone with a badge must be the initiator, which I did. Two- you can't do anything to her that leaves a mark. Three- everyone with a badge gets first dibs on her pussy. Any of you guys have a badge?"None of the other men confirm that, which is fine with him. They're probably lucky to still be able to get hard-ons. Sarah watched as the other guys come to her and she stayed put, waiting for them to start. Knowing that for selling her friend out, she would need to do this. Her eyes flicked to him as she got her shirt completely off. He snickers as he grabs the shirt from her."Were you trying to put your clothes back on?" he laughs as he grabs her to take her somewhere with a bit better access. A table with four open sides, cleared open by lack of patrons. He motions for her to lay down on it."I told you it would be worse for you then for your friend, didn't I?" "No." Sarah said as she watched him take her shirt from her before moving to the table he wanted her to be that and started to lay down, her body shaking in fear slightly as she wasn't sure what was going on, and she was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing. As she lays down, the Bastard takes position at the "head" of the table between her legs. He moves her legs apart with a smile as he motions for the others to take positions. One at each side of her, and another by her head. Various states of undress, from the Bastard himself who is getting naked too to the hispanic man who just slips his pants down."Open up Sarah, no other way to say it- you are fucked. Relax and Enjoy." Sarah looked from each of the men that had her on the table, feeling her legs open, she looked back at the Bastard as she felt her legs being spread open. Knowing exactly what was going to happen to her, she tried to relax but she was worried as well. The one at her face gets impatient tapping on her chin to get her to face back."That's the spirit," the Bastard chuckles. He slaps her pussy entrance with his cock head while the other to men step up as well toward her hands. Sarah turned her head back to the other guy and opened her mouth, waiting for what would enter inside of her mouth and would soon be entering between her leg. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and waited. She would not wait long. The one at her mouth lines up and just starts a rough and greedy taking. The ones at her sides both grab her arms and put her hands on their cocks."Greedy, I like that." the Bastard smiles as he slaps her pussy entrance with his cock. Sarah put her hands on their cocks and started to stroke them as she sucked on the other. Her eyes closed as she waited to feel him between her legs. The wait would not be long. He smiles as he gives the others a bit of a lead. It had to be sad being them, having just enough of the plumbing still working to know what you want to do but not enough for any of it to actually accomplish anything.He slaps her pussy entrance with his cockhead like a judge calling order. Sarah contuined what she was doing as she felt another slap between her legs and she wondered why he didn't put it in yet, but she guessed that he was trying to torment her or something like that. And she would of guessed correctly. Just a bit of sweetness before the actual main event. With the others working, the Bastard official lines up and gives a single hard thrust into her. Sarah gave a muffled gasp of pleasure as she felt him enter her, her back arched slightly as she waited for him to start moving inside of her. He'd find his own rhythm, most more forceful and lively then the others. The other men around her were lucky to have a sex drive while he could still breed of course."I think she likes taking 4 guys at once." he laughs, and the others join in. Sarah moaned out in pleasure as her eyes closed, her mind concertrating on what she was doing, sucking and stroking as she felt her body move with each thrust, she didn't know how long she would last before she came. "Think that table's strong enough to hold another person?" one of the men on the side asks. The Bastard laughs at this, and reaches down to grab her hips from below. The man she was stroking with her right hand steps back while the other three team up to lift her up while the Bastard keeps fucking her in the process. Sarah watched as she gave another moan, her being lifted off the table and she couldn't help but wonder what they had planned for her, she personally didn't think that this table would be able to hold another person, but she guessed that she was wrong and she would find out how wrong she was. Apparently it could, as the man who was at one of her hands slides in under her. Parting her ass cheeks, he immediately starts pushing himself in.The one that was fucking her mouth grunts as her mouth's attentions can't handle it anymore and starts to shoot off his loud into her. A muffled moan passed her lips as felt him enter her ass, her body squirming slightly at the feeling and her eyes closed. Slowly getting use to the fact that he was inside of her, she contuined to give the others, the attention they deserved. That was when she felt him exploded in her mouth and she had no choice but to drink it down. The one that just came down her throat steps back, pulling out of her mouth as he pants. The one at her left hand immediately goes to take his place to fuck her face and not give her any sort of break."Wow, I haven't cum like that since. . .well, we know." the spent man says, thinking if he has any more in him. When he decides that he doesn't he takes his seat back to watch."You're welcome." the Bastard laughs at that as he keeps directing the others to keep fucking her. Sarah swallowed down the cum and she had enough time to take one breath and give another moan before another member was pushed down her throat, where more muffled moans came out of her lips. Wondering if she did get the worst end of the deal. The three of them try to fall into a pattern, a rhythm between the three of them. Her mouth, her ass, her pussy. The Bastards thrusts are the roughest and hardest but all three of them are obviously just using her to get their own rocks off. The one at her ass starts growling like he's trying to hold himself back from cumming too soon. He tries doing this while seeking new depths in her butt. All Sarah could do was lay there and take it as muffled moans passed her lips, she wasn't sure how long it would last but she was enjoying it none the less. Her eyes flicked up to the man in front of her as pleasure filled her expression. "Mmm.." She muffled out. The muffled moan is what did it, the one fucking her mouth couldn't hold back anymore. With a groan, the infertile man lets go and what would be his seed begins coming from his body.And to top it off, the one fucking her ass was trying to hold back anyway. And not doing a particularly good job. Whether it was a sheer coincidence or the timing he didn't know, but the man in her ass starts cumming as well at about the same time.

The Bastard (FlaminGlory and TheVillain)

The Scientist's Pet (Adrenalynn & PrimalChaos)

Ryan Holmes was a romantic at heart, but that heart had been wounded on too many times. A brilliant young man, a stunning researcher into biotechnology and neurology, he had worked at Central State University for years as a research associate and a graduate. He was successful in his field, but behind lay a string of broken relationships, lying bitches, a dozen other disasters. He remembered the precise moment he had chosen to embark on "The Project", as his mind named it ominously, and it was shortly after his fiance ran off with a doctor to Africa or Asia or some such place."He actually helps people, Ryan, not just sitting in some lab all day," she had said. Her words still echoed in his mind.Sitting in that lab not long after, he had discovered the secret, a revolutionary method of treating the body and mind as one singular composite wave of matter and energy. It was all very academic, but he saw the applications immediately. And, hurt, angry, wanting to finally have a woman of his own, a woman ofhis and only hischoosing, who would not lie, who would not manipulate, who would be what he needed instead of demanding what she needed, he hid the results, and The Project was born.It took sixteen months to build, before he completed the first test on himself. Both mental and physical characteristics could modified, so he tried them both. The device, in its infant stages, was a large box attached to a computer terminal, with two needles that had to be pressed into the skin. He stuck them, hissing a bit, then turned it on. He saw an image of himself, and as the machine calibrated, he saw a multiple of traits and factors to be modified. Typing over the keys, sweating with excitement.The sensation of the changes he made to his body were strange to feel, like a thousand ripples in a pond flowing over him. He did not do anything drastic - his skin cleared up, his eyes changed to a more stunning blue beneath his dark hair, his muscles became defined on his thin frame and he became better endowed. All the little things a man could wish for in his own body. Stunned by the success, he decided to try a mental change. It was a small imprint, just to not be able to speak a single word. And it worked. But when he detached the needles, the mental change faded while the physical ones stayed. So, the mental changes required contact to keep in place? The Project took on new dimensions.It was months later now, when he had completed the final version of the device. Gone were the needles and the clunky box, it was now a small chip, an implant that went under the skin, that would be powered by the body's own natural electricity. Constant contact, constant control, and any woman he could install it in would be his not only in mind but in body, to do with as he pleased.He had been searching for the perfect candidate for a week now, but everyone was so impossible to get alone. Kidnapping was not something he was familiar with. He was a neuroscientist, not a criminal. But he was ready the moment struck, the needle of anesthetic sitting in his breast pocket. He was growing more frustrated though, more willing to take risks. It had gotten all the way to summer break without him finding 'the one'.He was driving away from the near empty campus, after finishing up assisting in the last test of the last class of the spring semester, when he spotted something close to what he was looking for, a familiar face standing on the side of the road looking desperate next to a smoking car. She was one of the students he had tutored in biology this semester, someone who knew her but was not so associated with her that they'd immediately come knocking on his door if something happened.He pulled up beside the car, "Hey, do you need a ride?"He put on his best smile. Caitlyn Marie Sanderson was a small girl, very meek and timid amongst her peers and managed to move through the entire life of her high school years without standing out or being noticed. Perhaps this was because she went to school with just privileged girls. When she was a child her mother and father just didn't have time for her in their busy social lives and sent her away to the "best" schools as soon as she was acceptable. She never fit in with the other girls around her. They would talk about the parties they attended with their parents and so Caitlyn quickly learned the escape that a book could bring. She managed to pass through grades with ease and because she kept up with the rest of the class in her academics, she managed to slide invisibly through the system.Her invisibility wasn't lack of personality in the least however. She loved all the things that girls did and because she was quiet, she learned almost every secret around her. She spent a lot of her time on the grounds in a garden, reading and daydreaming about the person she wanted to become. It was a little bit darker than one would have imagined from such a small, quiet and secretive girl.It wasn't until her final year in the school when a small bit of attention fell upon her. Her weakest subject had been biology. The thought of cutting up some poor animal that smelled just dreadfully awful made her squeamish. Since her grade depended upon the labs in the class, she began to fall behind and that was when she was assigned a tutor. The young man met with her each day as they worked to raise a grade that would otherwise fail her. Not having been around boys much of her life, she came across as that shy timid girl and when others saw them together, it was like they saw him for the nice looking guy he was but they would approach him as if she didn't even exist.After making it to the end of the year and raising that grade of hers to a C, she was done. It was the last year of the place she would see and then her life would start, so she told herself. She had the dark dreams in her mind filled with all kinds of desire building and she knew that at college she would be able to make them true. She could finally become something more than that little hidden thing she had become. She would flirt and find some devilish, twisted little escapade that fulfilled all of her whims.She had packed all of her bags and thrown them in the trunk of her outdated car. This was another reason she had stood out. Even though she came from money, she didn't live in the luxury of the other kids. It was often because her father and mother forgot where they had sent their daughter, or more that they had one. She had to go home though for a short week or two to get the last of her things before heading off to college.She had driven down the state route that lead away from the school. It was less traveled than the freeway but it was more scenic. About 80 miles from the school and with still another 200 miles to go, the car began to putter and spit before dying on the lone road. She managed to get it over to the side of the road, got out and popped the hood to access what was wrong with it. Looking didn't really give her any idea but she could tell by the smoke pouring out from the engine that it wasn't good.A random kick to the car tire was the only thing she could do out of frustration, aside from hope that someone came along soon so that she could at least get somewhere safe before night fall. Grabbing one of her risque kinds of books from the vehicle she went to sit on the side of the road. If anything, the erotic tones of the writer, speaking through the pages would put her mind elsewhere for the moment.A few hours passed when she finally heard another car driving up the road. She shaded her eyes with the book so that she could see the driver as he spoke. It was much to her advantage that she knew the guy who had stopped and she smiled softly. "Well, I'm not going to get anywhere in this thing." She folded the book as she stood up and moved a bit closer to the car. "can you take me to the nearest gas station or something, please?" Her voice was very timid and she grabbed a couple of her bags, stuffing her book into one of them. "I won't be any trouble." She felt the warmth of the last bit of the day's sun against her skin as she leaned just slightly against the car. "Sure, sure," he said. He got out of the car, taking her bags and unlocking the trunk. He put the bags in, taking the opportunity to look her over. She was a little plain, but once she had the implant, the possibilities were endless. His mind was buzzing with changes tallying in his mind - to change this, tweak that. Oh yes, she would be his perfect girl, the one that would never leave, the one that would be anything for him.He got back into the car, as she got into the passenger's seat, "Where were you headed?" he asked. Would anyone start looking for her? He had to get her back to his house somehow. The operation was so simple, he could do it with just a scalpel and some anesthetic. He fingered the syringe in his breast pocket absently before starting the car back up.He was so close, he could taste it. This was the girl, the one he would make into his own, remake a thousand times if he wanted to. He could make her look like anything, or anyone, he could make her do anything she wished. There would be no betrayals, no second guesses, no lies. He had to step back mentally for a moment - there was no point in being swept away right now in the possibilities when he still had the reality to deal with. Caitlyn looked at him for a moment before offering a shy smile. "Saving me twice, that has to count for something." she laughed a bit nervously as she watched him take her things to the trunk. It wasn't so much him that made her nervous as it was the fact she had to go home where parents wouldn't even acknowledge she existed and didn't care if she did. As she sat in the passenger's seat and put on her seat belt she glanced over. Upon being asked where she was headed she sighed a bit. "well actually I'm headed home to Circa. A small town, but that is still 200 miles away so if you can just take me to the next gas station that would be fine? I don't want to inconvenience you in any way." Her hands folded delicately upon her lap as she turned nervously and glanced out the window. She wasn't in a big hurry to walk through those doors with no kind of a welcome and the gas station might be close to a motel that she could prevent things from happening for another day at least."Oh, if you have to stop somewhere along the way that is fine. I'm in no hurry to get home or anything." Her eyes locked on him for only a moment as she took in the state of the vehicle. It was a typical version of what one would expect a male's car to look like, he had some CD's strewn upon the seats and it made her curious."What do you listen to?" She eyed the CDs a moment trying to make things a little less awkward. It wasn't everyday she took rides from strangers, although he wasn't really a stranger and this was just the sort of thing she fantasized about in some ways. She relaxed against the seat, letting down her window just a bit. She then looked over at him apologetically, "you don't mind do you? about the window I mean?" "Oh, mainly classic rock," he said, "So, where were you heading to?"He offered a smile as she cracked the window, not minding at all. He wouldn't mind anything. This was 'the one', the subject he had been waiting for, the girl that he would make his. Only that kept him smiling. A dark part of him was uncoiling in his mind, knowing it did not matter how nice she seemed now, that every woman he had ever known had hurt him, and this one would be no different. The Project had to continue."If you'd like, my house isn't very far from here. You can just use the phone there, save a quarter. I could even get you something to drink. Caitlyn, right? I still remember all that trouble you had in Bio 1."Without really waiting for her response, he turned down a side road, the trees closing in around them. The road snaked slowly through the tall trees as the moon flickered in between the trunks, til finally he pulled up a gravel driveway, to a modest house hidden in the trees. It was an older two story house, but well maintained and meticulously kept. He was always meticulous with what he owned, and soon he'd own her, he thought.He walked around to her door, opening it for her, while his other hand fingered the syringe in his pocket. She nodded and smiled as she heard him reply to the entire music question. "the music our parents warned us about, though most of them grew up on more of it than us ourselves." she smiled a bit. It was her choice of music above others when she chose to listen to it. It seemed to drown out everything that didn't matter in her life, which seemed like more and more each day. Lost in her thoughts she caught the end of what he was saying. "oh sure, if you have to stop at your house that is fine. I'm in no hurry." under her breath she spoke softly to herself, "won't be like I'm missed anyways." She looked at the trees as they passed them and wondered to herself what kind of tree they were. There were a lot of them and it was beginning to grow dark.She had half a notion to call home and tell them that she was just going to go straight to the college. She didn't really need anything from the big, over-sized mansion her parents called a home. As she watched him arrive at her door and open it once the car stopped she smiled. "thank you." The house was simple, nothing extravagant or showy and a lot more decent in her own opinion than that of her parents. It had a warmth that she just couldn't imagine coming from the mansion. "Caitlyn's right, " she replied answering his question from moments earlier. "Yeah, Bio wasn't exactly my thing. I've always struggled a little with science. It just never seemed to make a lot of sense to me. Catalysts and cells and organisms...it all confused me." she laughed a bit nervously. Maybe she was talking too much."So, this is where you live? It's a lot nicer than my parents place." She kicked at the dirt just a bit beneath her before looking at the sky through the boughs of the tree limbs. "really breath taking out here." "Yes, really quite beautiful..." Ryan said stiltedly. He watched her crane her neck to look at the trees and the sky, and all hesitation left him. This was his chance, finally his chance.He grabbed the tiny syringe in his hand and pulled it out, holding it close to his thigh, "there's actually a family of cardinals that lives up in that tree there."He pointed, and when she naturally followed his finger, he took the syringe and pushed it into her rear. It was fast acting, requiring only seconds, and even then, it felt like little more than a bee sting before it took effect. He was shaking now, but he tossed the syringe away and quickly took hold of her as she began to slump over and her eyes rolled back into her head.He breathed deeply, calming himself, before pulling Caitlyn up into his arms, thankful he gave himself those muscles when he first tried out the Project. He carried her into the house, and set her down on the couch. He kept willing himself to be calm. You are about to do a simple operation, yes, little more complicated than slicing off a mole, but still, no need for shaking hands. He took a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and swabbed the back of her neck, and then pulled out a scalpel. He put some old towels underneath her head, to catch what little blood there would be, then slowly cut a crescent shaped flap in her skin. Then the chip was installed, the tiny indicator light blinking green then going out, and he slowly sutured her back up. He took an oversized adhesive bandage and placed it over the wound.Now, now was the moment of truth. He went over to the chair opposite of the couch Caitlyn lay on, and pulled out his laptop. He opened up the software, and...CONNECTION ESTABLISHED. CALIBRATING.He watched the image of Caitlyn slowly come into focus on the screen. He had his girl. He had her. Just as the medication began to wear off and he heard her groan. Quickly, he moved to open the mental commands module. As Caitlyn stood admiring the beauty of the sky and the way that the tree tops swayed with just the slightest wind she smiled. When he pointed out the cardinals her head turned to follow the direction that he pointed. She felt a sharp sting as something bit against the flesh of her rear but before any words could make their way from her lips, things began to cloud over. It was as if she was floating into darkness, falling but before she hit bottom, something stopped her.Her body lay limp and still as if sleeping peacefully, her eyelids fluttered only slightly to indicate mostly a deep sleep. Her breathing was slowed and repetitious. She was oblivious to what surrounded her in the world at the moment. She was swept into a dream where the dark hidden desires that she held within often took over. She could feel someone touching her though cloaked by darkness. It was the darkness that amused her the most and she let herself be engulfed by the rather lucid dream. Each touch sent a tingling sensation through her body as she dreamed that she was that bad girl she had always desired to be. The one girl that everyone knew did her own thing and said what was on her mind, but never spent a night alone.After a short while, the fluttering of her eyelids began to become more indicative of her awakening and as her eyes opened she focused to see. She wasn't sure where she was and she felt a small ache in her neck as if she had slept on it wrongly or something. Hearing a noise close by she looked over. "good morning?" the confusion was a bit apparent but she didn't know enough to make her frightened. She had felt peace in the dream and so her awakening wasn't out of startle and she wasn't scared. She began to move her hand up to her neck to rub out what she thought was built up tension. "I'm...I'm not sure where I am." Still a little tired and drugged she let her hand fall to rest at her side. Maybe she had just been really tired and needed the rest more than she thought.With the groggy haze that fell over her, she wasn't fully able to pick up on her surroundings or what was going on. "Am I still sleeping?" her words were light and soft though obviously sounding a bit slurred and drugged. His fingers fluttered over the keys, making a random succession of clicking noises. She was waking up, and he decided to take it slowly. This was the first time he had tried anything like this. It was the first time anyone had tried anything like this. He could remake her mind like clay, but he did not quite know what effects it would have on her. So, he began only slowly.He typed a few keys, turning up her suggestibility and lowering her inhibitions, adjusting the wave form to put her in a trance-like state. It would be easier to build on something and break away the parts he did not prefer, like a sculptor chipping away rock to make a beautiful statue. He would find something inside of her, and carve away the rest to leave only his girl, his perfect loyal girl."Caitlyn, I want you to sit up and remove your top," he said, tuning her mind to respond to his voice. It was a simple test, and he watched the wave form move as her mind processed his command."Now, Caitlyn, I want you to tell me, what do you think about sex? Tell me about your fantasies." he said, wanting to know what lay behind all the barriers in her mind, what could be brought out to the forefront and made into something all his own. Though Caitlyn felt strange, she wasn't in pain. She lay still for a few moments upon the couch and listened to the clattering of keys from the nearby keyboard. She had no desire to jump up and do anything but when she heard the familiar man's voice tell her to sit up and remove her shirt, she didn't give it a moments thought. She sat up on the couch as her eyes fell upon him and lifted the over-sized white t-shirt above her head. Underneath more curves were there than what were thought although she was a petite girl. A small pink bra cupped her delicate breasts and that soft smile appeared on her lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world, sitting there with this guy she didn't know very well, but well enough.Immediately upon hearing his question about sex, she responded. "I feel that sex is something pleasurable that two people share. I feel that it is an activity that can be done multiple times in one day for simple past time. Though I've never had sex with anyone but myself, I feel that is an art and one can be creative in all acts, personalizing it and striving to make it better each time. As far as fantasies go, I have many. I don't want to be this mousey little girl that never has any fun because she isn't noticed. I want to be an artist in all forms of sex. I want to be wild and free and explore each and everything as it comes to be. I want to be the bad girl, the one that everyone believes is such a slut, only if it is for one person entirely.The words flow out as if she is reading one of her books and yet she seems to notice no difference in the way she responds. She feels no shame in admitting that she wanted to be a lot more on the naughty side. "I believe sex can be rough, gentle, painful, pleasurable. Sometimes all of those things in one single instance. That is what I want to experience. I want to live without holding back I want to be this sexual, creative artist that can use my body to pleasure and be pleasured, put as simply as possible." Her hands rest upon her lap as if she is at an interview as she sits topless before him spilling her darkest and deepest desires. There it was, the form he would carve out of his unworked stone. He typed a little more, tuning up her suggestibility to her voice just a little more. He would make her that whore for a man, who served him utterly and devotedly, but with the unrestrained passion of the most sensuous and depraved slut. He would grant her her fondest wish.I ask so little, only everything, Ryan thought smiling, and in exchange, I will give you everything you want. Because everything you want, he thought, would be everything I want."Caitlyn, you do not want to be restrained around me when we are alone. You will be that unabashed slut for me and me alone. You will serve me utterly, and tell no one of what I can do to you. You will be my devoted companion, my slut, my utter slave. You will remember it always being this way, that it could be no different and that it is perfectly natural for you to be this way. You will be my artist of lust. You will never be self-conscious when we are alone, and you will always be honest with me."He pressed a few more buttons, making sure what he said took hold. He lessened her trance just slightly, where she could begin to think again, create on her own terms. He had added the last bit about honesty with a certain twinge in his heart. He would not be lied to again."Now, strip, slowly, for your lover. And tell me what a true slut should look like, what you would change about yourself to make yourself pleasing to your lover."He knew the question of 'what would you change about yourself' could be hurtful, with all that society placed upon appearance, but this was different. He could change her, he would give her what she wanted and then some of his own preferences. She would become what she wanted to be. Caitlyn watched him doe eyed, but didn't bother to stir from the place she sat. Remaining there almost in a trance and topless before him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to her. As he spoke the words entered her mind in a different manner, though not something she was aware of in the least. As the words tunneled through her mind they binded with the core threads that made her who she was entirely. As the trance lessened she smiled softly at the man before her. It was a different smile, one of admiration, devotion, and almost sultry in it's appearance. It was funny how the mind alone could change just how a person carried themselves. Her movements too were different. She didn't carry herself as this small mousey little whelp of a girl but more of that of a porn star mixed with elegance.As she heard his command she stood slowly. Her hands moved with delicacy along the lines of her small curves. She stopped when she got to her breasts and her hands cupped them a moment while she examined them with her own eyes. It was the first time she spoke and her tones were soft, fluid like and bordered erotic as she glanced over at the man who was her lover. "Well, these breasts would never do for a slut. A slut would have breasts enviable by others that her lover could be proud of. Nothing small and plain. Real curves, that is what a slut would have. The straps of her bra slid from her arms as she reached behind her back to unfasten it. As it slowly slid from her body, those perky, but small breasts stood out before him. There wasn't anything wrong with them, they were just small and her petite form, though tiny in stature could hold more if all proportions were changed and made equal. Her small nipples were hardened just at the cool air that engulfed them while standing in front of him.A lone hand moved to her breast and she took one of the nipples between her fingers and rolled it a bit. "Shouldn't these be like ripe cherries, you know, ripe for the picking?" The way her fingers toyed with her nipple were very suggestive that she had touched herself before on more than one occasion and possibly even imagined what those cherries would feel like. After a few moments she glanced back at him once more. Her hands slid down along her slender waist and she unfastened the jeans that she wore. "I think there should be more hips and ass to work with for those times when I climb upon your lap and ride you. Wouldn't want to have bone pressing down against you and having an ass also gives you something to watch when I choose to perform in front of you." She lets her hands press the waist of the jeans down her thighs and the soft delicate tone of her skin was revealed. Her warm little cunt nestled between her legs, now reminded her of the ache within her. An ache unfulfilled and untouched. It was shaven, bare and the soft pink peeked out as her fingers slid to that area.She looked up at him a moment as her fingers pressed against the warmth between her legs. "this, hmmm...." she thought for a moment as her finger pushed just slightly against the hood of her clit, massaging only the tiniest bit. "Well, this should always be wet because a slut loves to fuck and what could possibly be better than being ready for fucking at a moments notice?" She raised her finger then to her lips and let the tip press past those lips into her mouth, giving it a little suck. She didn't move from the couch but stepped out of the jeans then, standing before him naked. Panties had been entirely pushed down to the floor along with her pants. "What do you think? I mean, you are my lover, anything you want?" she had no extent as to just how much was truly going on. She felt sexy, she felt in alive and most of all, she felt an uncanny desire to please him at a moment's notice. Her entire body reacted in a way that said she was more than willing to please him. The looks she gave him as her eyes fell upon him. The movements her body made and even the little glistening slit displayed before him. She didn't know any of it was more than just her own desire and will to want him. It seemed as if it had always been.Her mind took to the orders and questions as if it was her, herself giving them. She had no recollection of time or anything that had happened before the moment, when thinking all she thought of was him. He shuddered slightly, as she began to strip in front of him, speaking in those sultry tones. Here she was, telling him how to change her body so that she could please him all the more. This was what all the months and months were for. This was what he had been waiting for. For a moment, he could only smile. For all his hurts, his romantic soul survived deep under those scars. He wanted her to be happy, with what he was going to do with her.He set her back into a trance, watching her doe-eyed look go even more glassy, her face going slack, "Caitlyn, I'm going to change your body. You will find whenever I change your body to be very sexy. You will so pleased that your body is being remade to your lover's wishes, since it will make him happy. You will also feel pleasure when your body changes."He flipped her back out of the trance, then paused, flipping her back in, watching her face come alive then snap back. He didn't like doing that, it seemed cruel somehow, but, no matter."Whenever I say, 'Little one, listen' to you, you will go back into this trance state."He could take her back to basics whenever he needed, even if he did something wrong and she suddenly panicked. It gave him a sense of security with her, so he decided to take it a step further. He took her out of the trance, and then loosened up on her mind even more, letting her personality emerge amongst her new orders even more."Come with me," he said, standing up with his laptop, his member already pressing against his pants, and walking out of the living room and into the bedroom. It was a modest one, little more than a dresser, a full-size bed and a closet with a full length mirror on the door. He gestured to the mirror, "Stand in front of that, Caitlyn, and watch the gifts that your lover gives you. Remember to thank him, and tell them how much you love them, as you should for any gift."He began to make his changes, being very careful. He did not know the limitations of what he could do with the chip, but he wasn't going to take chances with her health."Put your hands on your breasts, lover," he asked, then pressed a few keys. She could feel them swell underneath her hands as they swelled in slow bursts, her flesh tingling as he did so. Her bust transformed from small and perky to firm and busty in front of her eyes. Her nipples swelled as well, turning deep red and begging to be sucked."Now feel turn around and look at your ass, feel it" he said, smiling wider. He loved this. It made him feel in control, powerful, everything he had ever wanted from a relationship and never had. He typed a few more keys. She saw her waist tighten in just slightly, while her rear filled out, her hips pushing to the side, her thighs becoming just slightly firmer and more muscular. Soon, she had that perfect hourglass figure.He gave her a long look, then typed in a few more keys, and watched as her hair grew, the curls becoming perfect waves, until the tips brushed her now generous behind, and she felt a curious tingling in her lips as he made them just pouty enough, alluring but not ridiculous. She felt him toy with that for a bit, that subtle change far harder, before he got it just right. Caitlyn didn't feel anything as she slipped back into the trance once again. The emotions were wiped from her face and she remained standing before him naked but made no movement. She could hear the words that came from her lover's mouth but made no sound in response. When she was flipped out of the trance that same soft sultry little smile appeared on her lips before fading once more. Her mind seemed to register everything that he told it and she felt no pain. She merely looked as if she was completely at ease and at rest while he went on with his work.As she was let out of the trance once more she let her tongue move over her lips slowly. She looked at her lover and her eyes seemed to almost soften with the feelings she held within for him. His pleasure, his happiness is what she desired most. As he told her to go with him she followed. A light airy bounce in her step. Playful and sensual at the same time. She quickly moved to his side and let her fingertips brush lightly against his shoulder, lingering a moment as she leaned up and placed a soft, warm kiss upon his neck. She then made her way over to the mirror and stood before it. As she heard him mention gifts she smiled. "You got me gifts? Oh, thank you, thank you. I can't wait to see them." Her eyes were filled with wonder and amazement as she watched the mirror. She couldn't hold back the excitement that she felt that he had gone to all of the trouble to give her gifts and thanking him was something she would definitely make sure she did.The love she felt for him wasn't fake, it was as real as love that anyone could feel for another person. Already she longed to be near him, to touch him and feel his own touch upon her body, to give to him over and over again until her own body failed her in need of rest. She definitely had energy. That little bounce in her step only showed a glimpse of the fire and passion she felt deeply within her. She was eager and that showed through those large doe like eyes of hers.As he told her to place her hands upon her breasts, she did so without question. For a moment she watched closely and then she said with wonder. "You can make them grow, nipples like cherries even?" She felt the flesh of her breasts begin to swell beneath her hands and as they tingled with their growth, teardrops formed in her eyes. "Oh, Oh thank you, lover. Now they are so much better." She moved her hands just a bit as if to show them off. "don't you think?"She quickly moved her hands to her ass when told to do so and watched on with amazement. As her waist tightened just a bit and her ass filled out she bounced just a little from her tip toes to her heels to watch it's movement. The tingling that she felt from the changes was only making the small slit between her legs moisten more. "It's beautiful, lover. I can't wait to put it to use. Thank you, thank you so much." She let her tongue run over those soft lips and she bounced once more, just to watch the way her ass shook when she did. Obviously pleased by this she smiled.She felt a tingling atop her head and the curls spilled down into gentle waves against her shoulders and farther down her back. The hair itself, silken and soft. She loved the way that it felt against her flesh and had to reach up immediately to touch it. At the same time her lips began to feel a bit different and for a moment she had to get used to it. She raised her fingers to her lips and smiled once more. It wasn't enough just to look into that mirror for her. She turned and looked at her lover....her soft lip protruding just a bit in the smallest little pout. Her newly formed breasts, full and standing out with nipples hardened. Each curve and transformation had amused her but her main concern was him."Lover, what do you think?" She turned around in a small circle, slowly, so that he could see every inch of her naked body. "Thank you so much, With all of this I will be your perfect little slut and I'm always eager to please you." "I think," he swallowed slowly, "I think you are the most beautiful whore, and I think you are all mine."He smiled. He was both aroused and excited beyond comparison, as he looked her over. This was a girl that he not only took, but he literally made into what she was. The breasts were what he wanted, the hips and curved, exactly what he desired. She was made for him, literally, and he fluttered inside at the thought of it. But there was one last step to take.He typed into his computer and hit enter, setting it aside, and she felt her womanhood feel odd and tingly for a moment, as he fulfilled her last request, her pussy would be forever wet for him. And he added another little perversion of his own, as her hymen grew back into place and her passage tightened even more. He knew it was her first time, but he would take her as a true virgin.He remembered some quote about men wanting virgins who were whores. If that was what men wanted, he had it. He sat on the very edge of the bed, looking her over. He quieted the fluttering inside himself, and took the reins of the situation mentally in hand."Come here, slut," he said, "And pull out my cock. You are going to suck on it, like a good little whore, and get your lover ready to fuck you. You better do a good job, not teeth, or else I won't fuck you and break that tight little cherry cunt of yours in."He smiled down at her, as she began to comply, "This will be your first duty, every morning, that your lover be woken up with your slutty mouth around his cock, and if you are pleasing, he'll make sure you get well fucked before breakfast." She beamed with happiness as she heard his words. Nothing could have made her more appreciative than hearing those words escape his lip. She watched as he took a seat upon the bed and as she felt her warm, cunt begin to tingle from some change she let out a soft erotic moan. Her entire body seemed to move just a bit in response to the feelings that were suddenly rushing through her. She could feel the warm, wet fluid as it moistened her tight little slit. When he called for her she walked over to him and said in soft soothing tones, "what can your little slut do for you?"As he directed her to suck his cock and get it ready, so he could fuck her she smiled. Lowering herself to her knees before him she took his cock in hand. "Mmm...this slut is going to love sucking your cock. This good little whore is going to take care of your cock like it should be taken care of." She hadn't ever performed the actual act but had practiced some on objects of her own discretion and seen it done enough times to know that once she incorporated her own ideas, it would be fine. She spit a bit upon the length of his cock before looking up at him with those soft doe like eyes. "This dirty little slut of yours is going to love sucking that big hard cock." With that said, she slowly parted her nice full lips so that they could wrap around the head of his cock. She let the tip rest within her mouth for a few moments while her tongue teased and rolled over the head. Enjoying it, small moans escaped past her lips. She began to suck a bit more, curious as to how much she could take and planning on taking every single inch to please him.As her lips slid further down the shaft of his hardened cock she could feel the tip beginning to press against the back of her throat and immediately swallowed. She could feel the way that the muscles clamped down against his cock as she eased back off of it a bit an then back down once more. She soon found a steady pace at which to suck his cock and her eyes remained on him. Those doe like eyes stared up at him each time his cock slid in and out of her wet, inviting mouth. She had no inhibitions, nothing to hold back from and the act itself was like art to her. Her hand raised a bit so that she could touch his balls, fondling them softly at first and then giving them a gentle squeeze. She let her mouth work in different ways, tightening some muscles of her mouth and then pressing on the underside of his cock with her tongue. To her it was a natural art form and she was the artist who's only purpose was to please her lover. The sounds, slurping and little noisy pops that pushed from her mouth with wetness soon echoed through their surroundings and she could feel the flooded warmth between her own legs only gaining in intensity. He moaned over her enthusiastic lips upon his shaft. He had blowjobs before, but nothing this enthusiastic, always under protest. But this was amazing. And as he felt her swallow his shaft, deep throating him, he groaned even deeper. His hands moved up, seizing her beautiful curls and running his hands through them. They felt silky and wonderful, and he looked down into her eyes, those adoring eyes. He loved how her pouting lips wrapped sultrily around her shaft. Her tongue was wonderful, but perhaps her could change her, make it a little longer. He groaned at that thought, the idea of this woman being his to remake whenever the whim struck him deep."Oh, yes, whore, suck that cock, suck it good for your lover, worship it.." he said, dreamily, the sensation bombarding his body, making his shaft twitch in her mouth. He groans again as she reaches up to fondle his balls, and they feel heavy and full in her delicate hands. But he didn't just want her mouth, he wanted to use every inch of her new body. He would come in her mouth soon enough, but right now, he wanted her tits then to take something from her she can only give once - her virginity."Spit between your tits, cunt, and wrap my cock with them. Those new tits deserve a good fucking," he hissed lustily as she bobbed and slurped on him, his hand reaching down and grabbing a hold of her swollen nipple, twisting it slowly. He let go to let her comply, her full breast bouncing as he let go of her bright red nipple."I gave you back your maidenhead, so you are my virgin whore. Do you like that? Beg me to take your cherry, slut. You must have been born a slutty whore to know you want cock in you without ever having it before." Caitlyn continued to lavish his cock with attention. Her tongue constantly teasing when it had the chance and those perfect pouty lips firmly gliding along the shaft of his cock. The hand she had placed upon his balls gave just the right amount of a squeeze before she began to massage them. Her eyes, never leaving her lover as she added each artistic touch into sucking the cock he chose to share with her. Her own body shuddered as a muffled moan pressed from her lips, the vibrations wickedly moving right to the flesh of his cock.Upon hearing him she slowly let her lips release his cock and sat back a bit. With lips swollen from the amount of suction she had applied to his cock she gave him a sultry little pout. "You want these new big tits wrapped around that hard cock of yours, lover?" She let a bit of spit fall between her breasts and then moved so that her tits would sandwich his cock between them. She pressed them together so that he could feel the firm tits as his cock slid between them. As she felt him squeeze her nipple she let out a loud pleasant moan and arched her back so that her breasts were forced forwards. Her tits seemed to bounce nicely as she could feel the way her body responded to the arousal. The moisture that lie at her slit now began to wet her inner thighs and she cried out in pleas, "Oh yes, Lover! I want you to fuck me, I want you to take my cherry and use me like your little slut. I want you to have everything you desire and never cease in taking that." She moved her body in a way that made her tits slide up and down along his hard cock. Her pleas for him to fuck her were repetitive and only suggested she knew exactly what she was asking for. He watched the lithe women on her knees, bouncing up and down as his thick shaft was wrapped in her generous tits, his eyes taking her in. He had never had a girl who could do this to him. He was never one to attract or approach the women who had the figure, much less the inclination, though he had dreamed of it, watched it done, and there she was, eagerly complying, "Oh yes, I love it, slut, fuck that cock with the tits your lover gave you."He felt like a king. The smell of her gushing sex filled the room with that unique and sultry smell only an aroused woman could produce, and it filled his nostrils like sweet perfume, and he closed his eyes for a long moment, enjoying her attentions, reveling in the moment. But he could not deny that sweet voice begging for her cherry to be taken for long."On the bed, lover, on your back and pull your knees up and spread your legs. It's time for you to lose your cherry." Caitlyn loved what she felt as his cock slid up and down between her bouncing tits. It was much better than anything she had ever read or seen. She looked down and as the tip of his cock pushed up towards her chin she parted her lips and let his cock enter her mouth. She loved the weight of her new tits as they bounced and she let the fingers of one hand move to tease a perfectly taut nipple. Her fingertips rolled over it at first and then pinched it gently and gave it a small tug. She was amazed at how easily her body complied with what she wanted it to do and how well it responded to her lover. It was as if he brought forth the naughty side of her and exposed her for all that she truly was, and yet, she didn't feel ashamed of anything. She desperately wanted to use her body as an instrument for pleasing him.She loved hearing her lover call her his little slut for that was precisely what she was. The details of how it had happened were unknown to her but it felt all too natural for it not to be right. Her entire body belonged to him and him alone and she was content on using herself to please him entirely.Being unsure of how it would feel to be penetrated the first time didn't stop her from following his orders. She rose from the floor and crawled onto the bed. Her movements were slinky and sexy as she crawled to the spot where she would lie down for him. Her perfect ass and hips moved suggestively until she lay upon her back. She then slowly raised her knees and let her legs spread before him in invitation. "Oh, Please...come fuck your little slut, lover. This slut wants to feel your cock inside of her......Please take all that is yours for the taking." A soft erotic whimper pushed past her lips as she lay there anxiously waiting to be fucked for the very first time. He stood up slowly on the bed, letting her sit in that exposed position and beg him for a while, as he pulled off his clothes. He let her watch as he revealed himself, his lanky frame now more muscular, a runner's body, with defined muscles. He was no beefcake, he hadn't dare push the machine that far when he first used it, but he was not the skinny thing he once was.Then slowly, he claimed onto the bed, situating himself between her parted legs. He looked down and parted her pussy lips. He could see her maidenhead, tight and pink, waiting to be taken, and he shivered. He was going to be this slut's first, and this slut's only. She would know only his touch, and love every moment of it.He gripped her shoulders, pulling her into a sweet long kiss. The first kiss they had shared. It was possessive and long, his lips seizing hers, his tongue darting into her mouth, hand pressed against the back of her head, before maneuvering himself to her slit, press just a little in before meeting the resistance of her virginity."Brace yourself," he whispered gently, then thrust into her hard, breaking her hymen in a smooth swift thrust, and groaned as her pussy tightened around him in the burst of pain. He stood there, relishing the feeling of his conquest as well as giving her a moment to compose herself, before moving his hips to thrust in and out of her. Her hips writhed as she squirmed upon the bed. She was eager to please him, eager to be everything he desired. Her eyes focused upon him and she studied his every move. As he unclothed before her she allowed her eyes to trail down the bare flesh of his chest. She admired his physique and thought to herself how she believed that he was perfect. She couldn't think of a single moment where she had ever wanted anything more than to please him, to give him all of herself each and every moment.As she felt the bed move with his weight she shuddered a bit. Though nervous, she had never wanted something so badly before. Her legs quivered a bit as she felt the warmth of his touch and she let out a sharp little gasp as she felt him part the moist lips of her pussy. Here she was, completely his and sharing the most precious and sacred thing she could ever give anyone, herself. His hands upon her shoulders and the warmth of his breath upon her, moments before his lips captured her own in kiss, put her at ease. Her tongue danced with his own as her soft lips met the gentle but heated passion that his own brought to hers. She could feel the way his cock pressed against her tight little virgin hole and awaited that moment, ready, willing, and desiring to be completely his.A loud cry pushed past her lips as she felt his cock thrust into her. The way his cock pushed through those tight virgin walls, parting them and making them fit his own presence. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the new warmth between her legs. Her hands grasped onto his shoulders for a moment as she felt him wait within her and composed herself accordingly. After just a moment of biting back the pain she raised her eyes up to meet his own and nodded her head in reassurance. She wanted more, she wanted him to continue. She ached for him and desired to feel what it felt like as their bodies entangled. She wanted to give him her entire being and to make it known that she was his. She could feel the way his hard cock rested within her and she wanted every inch of it. In a soft erotic whisper she said, "Please.....take me, my lover. Claim what is and will always be yours." He watched her cry and the nod. Part of him needed that reassurance, the part that was growing to love her as the evening progressed. He wanted to own her, yes, but he did not want to break her. She was precious but no less property for it.He began moving in her, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the blood of her maidenhead mixing with the gushing warmth of her arousal. He thrust hard, as she obediently stayed with her knees up and legs parted. But he wanted more, and knew she could provide more, "Mmmm, I love your virgin cunt, you little whore. Now, take those legs and hands and please me with them, wrap them around me, scratch my back and rub my shoulders, worship me with your flesh, slut."He concentrated on not cumming too quickly, not wasting this moment. This would only come once, the moment that he took his precious slut's virginity for his own, gave her the first and greatest fuck she had ever known. He twitched inside of her at the thought, but centered himself again. He focused on the sensation, the deep in and out as he felt her velvet tight walls surround him. After getting over the initial moment of penetration she began to feel her body loosen up. The tenseness that was there just seemed to dissipate. She had no fears, no inhibitions and began to let her body respond to him as it so desired. Her legs relaxed a bit, wrapping around his waist and she arched her back, letting the firm mounds of her breasts press against his chest. Her hands moved from his shoulders, down his arms, touching, massaging, feeling the flesh and studying it as if it was something to be sculpted. Soft moans of pleasure echoed through the room as deep sensual breaths were taken. She let her lips touch any part of his flesh they could meet, wanting to taste him, desiring the closeness of his scent. Her hips began to respond to his slow steady rhythm as well. She raised her ass from the bed subtly so that her hips could meet his own.It was a new experience for her body but at the same time the pain was washed away and something new was beginning to form. The love, the craving and the desire in the pure art of fucking. Each thing she felt felt as if it was amplified. Each grunt, moan, whimper or small wet sound that her pussy made as he moved within her only drove her more. Each sensual squeeze, massage and touch upon his body sent a tingling sensation through her own and she couldn't get enough. She closed her eyes for only a moment as a loud erotic moan passed through her lips, the intensity ripping through her body and causing her fingernails to dig into the flesh of his shoulders. Her tight, inner walls clamped down against his cock like a vice and she squirmed a bit beneath him. Never before had anything hurt and still felt so absolutely wonderful. He was in Heaven, feeling the caress of her hands and lips across his flesh, and how she pressed her legs and breasts against him. He never knew someone who made love to him like this, every woman he had been with before had made it seem like a chore, not a passion, but she was on fire for him and made sure she knew it, flinging herself into this experience. It made him feel whole in a way few things had in a long time.He remembered what she said, "I want to be an artist..."He whispered things into her ear, the smallest observations, refinements to her art, praising her the small motions she did, correcting her gently when she did not. For her excitement and enthusiasm was overwhelming, but she was still new at this."Yes, lover... Just like that... a little more.. God, I love it when you do that..."He couldn't resist her for much longer, and he began thrusting into her harder and harder. His arms moved up and gripped the headboard as the bed rattled beneath them. He was taken away by the rapturous melody of her moans and the sounds of their entanglement, then he closed his eyes, thrusting into her fast then pressing into her hard. He erupted inside of her, his body tensing visibly then relaxing as he filled her.He held against her for a long moment, then slowly pushed off of her. He fell exhausted in the bed next to her, pulling her gently against him, as his eyelids begged for sleep. He felt content, the most content he had been in a very long time, with this beautiful naked young girl pressed against him.

The Scientist's Pet (Adrenalynn & PrimalChaos)

Sylvan Dread (Euphoria x Shiva the Cat)

Miss Meriel Wells gazed pensively out the window as the car moved further up the low hill. At the top sat the mansion to which Edward and Cecilia Beaumont had invited her. The summer sun was drawing lower in the evening sky, but its rays still illuminated the landscape around them as clear as an afternoon. To the east of the house were low rolling hills, with scattered farmhouses visible off in the distance the only other signs of habitation in this landscape. To the west stretched the ancient forest, thetwisted forms of its treeshaving a forbidding air to them even at this distance. It was certainly fuel for the imagination.... but she'd already relied perhaps a little too heavily on imagination in her writings. She was hoping her stay would provide her with something more concrete....The vehicle came to a halt at theold stone bridgeleading to what had once been the medieval moated manor. It was only wide enough to accommodate foot traffic, so she left the driver to bring her luggage over later as she crossed the bridge alone. She glanced down into the shimmering waters of the moat, spotting the streamlined orange forms of koi cruising lazily among the waterlilies, before gazing back to the house as she approached. The opulence of the Beaumonts'new homewould have made a stark contrast to the dismal ruin the old manor had been just four years ago. The remains of that ruin were still in evidence in the structure of the modern building, incorporating parts of the great hall and one of the surviving towers, though from a distance the old and modern stonework seemed to blend seamlessly together.Though even larger than the medieval manor, the Beaumonts' mansion still left enough remaining land within the confines of the surrounding moat to allow room for picnic and croquet lawns, a modest hedgemaze with a fountain at its centre, and a walled garden now blooming with deep purple hollyhocks growing to an impressive height.While the dark green skirt and blazer Meriel wore was trim and elegant, and set off her tall, slim figure nicely, her outfit was far from extravagant. Not by the standards of some of the parties her hosts had thrown in the past. Not that she'd attended any of those affairs. Extravagance wasn't really her style. Even if it was a fault certain critics claimed she'd fallen into when expounding a few of her more speculative theories. Though in her view, those same critics had been guilty of far more egregious flights of fancy in their own works...No, she didn't seek to be the centre of attention. Though as a young woman, and younger-looking than her 29 years, unwanted attention was something she found difficult to avoid. Especially with her strikingly beautiful appearance, piercing blue eyes and loosely curled blonde locks. But she had even less interest in the kind of attention her looks attracted. And she had her own reasons for rejecting it, regardless. She imagined the full extent of her beauty was too rarefied for the common man...In truth Meriel's real enthusiasm lay less in this evening's company and more in the relics she hoped to set eyes up. The burials and above all the bronze idol found on the grounds during the construction of the house had already formed the centrepiece of her academic career. Last year she'd heard of new discoveries which, while the owners had been tantalizing vague on the details in their correspondence, sounded even more spectacular. She'd tried to persuade them to let her visit again and take a look, but lately they always seemed to find one excuse or other why it wasn't a good time. It was frustrating, but she knew it was imprudent to push her case too far with them. And it seemed her patience had finally paid off as she'd been invited to visit again. Not explicitly to see the recent finds, of course, but she had no doubt she could find ample time to do so. The Beaumonts would be keen enough to hear her opinions on them, she was sure...She was drawn from her musings as she approached the main doors of the house and heard loud chatter from the group within, stepping inside the large opulententrance hallto greet the other guests... If Meriel had expected the dull roar of conversation in the room to hush at her entrance, she would have been sorely disappointed. The room had broken into two distinct circles of conversation, divided along gender lines naturally. The men's voices tended to dominate the room, despite there being only two of them being locked in a rather thunderous discourse of continental politics. A third man sat quietly on a sofa across the room, closer to the trio of women exchanging lively gossip and opinions on fashion and nodding along with them any time a remark seemed directed in his direction. Indeed, the only person at all who seemed to notice Meriel was a woman seated near the wall on a low stool, an easel in front of her depicting a loose charcoal sketch of the beautiful inlay murals that adorned the wall. This woman cocked her head at the new arrival and smiled ever so slightly, setting her charcoal on the ledge of the easel and wiping her hands on the stained canvas apron that covered her colorful costume.Before the woman could make a proper introduction however, the queen of the feminine circle,Mrs. Margaret Beaumontherself, let out a cry of joy and leapt to her feet. "Meriel darling! I was beginning to give up all hope!" Taking Meriel's hands in hers, she kissed the newcomer lightly on both cheeks and began to usher her into the room, the scent of her expensive perfume following her like a shadow and forcing the men to stifle themselves and bow respectfully to the newest addition to the circle."I'm so glad you agreed to come after all, dear. You simplycan'timagine what the winter was like for me...and James," Margaret whispered, her sparkling hostess facade dropping for a moment and allowing her old friend to see the face of the worried wife underneath. Meriel, no doubt being so well-acquainted with the Beaumonts, must have noticed by now that the master of of the house was nowhere to be seen, and despite his wife's giggling and chattering there was no hiding the anxiety in her eyes, or the occasional quiver in her expertly-painted lips."You must allow me to introduce you to everyone," Mrs. Beaumont continued, steering Meriel around the room as though she were one of her new automobiles. "You remember my cousin Cecilia Campbell of course. From the wedding?" she introduced, gesturing to the prettier of the two women still seated on the sofa. She was richly dressed, and anyone who followed the society pages was well aware of the settlement she'd received in her recent divorce from Lord Something-Or-Other. To the general public she was generally considered a "clever" woman in the worst connotation, but those who knew her best understood that there was something like steel behind her heavily lashed eyes and languid smile.All in all Cecilia made quite the contrast to theother womanon the couch, a mousy looking creature pretending to read a book on botany but still peering curiously through her glasses at the gorgeous new arrival. "Professor Jeanne Dupras, from McGill University. She's come to help get some of the stranger things growing out in that jungle of a garden organized," Margaret continued with a laugh before pointing out the one man in their company. "And this is our neighbor, Mr. Barnes. His family's been in the area for simplyages, and he knows almost everything there is to know about the previous owners of the house."A sly look crossed Margaret's face as she looked from her friend to her neighbor, and the matchmaking wheels already seemed to be turning, to the dismay of the poor, nervous Mr. Barnes. "This is myveryold friend Miss Meriel Wells, Mr. Barnes. Old college chums, you know. Perhaps you might take her for a stroll around the grounds after tea?"Mr. Barnes paled. "Oh, w-w-well of course, Miss W-W-Wells. But perhaps..." He glanced almost desperately at the other men in the room. "She'd p-p-prefer the company of one of the hea-heartier fellows? I-I-I haven't been w-well, you see..."Well that didn't suit Mrs. Beaumont at all, considering one of the men was already married and the other was far too old for the gorgeous young academic at her side. "Captain Ryan," she stated rather flatly, gesturing to the older man. "One of James' friends," she whispered to Meriel, making it very clear she had no interest in the military man's presence. Her expression did soften somewhat as she observed the tall, handsome man at the captain's side. "And this is our family physician,Dr. Armstrong."The good doctor bowed graciously to Meriel and gave her a friendly smile. "Glad to have you here, Miss Wells. Mrs. Beaumont has told us a lot about you. You're an archaeologist, I understand?"Before Meriel would get a chance to answer, another voice quickly inserted itself into the conversation. "Now Maggie, Iknowyou're not forgetting to introduce me to your friend," a strong American accent interrupted.It wasthe womanwho had been drawing upon Meriel's first entrance, and now that she was standing in the thick of the crowd it was easy to see how she stood out among them. For one she nearly as tall as the men and stood almost a full head above Margaret, with a mass of copper-colored girls piled artfully on her head and tied with a colorful silk scarf. Indeed, compared to the chic and rather sober clothing of the other guests, the artist looked like a runaway gypsy dressed head to tow in loose silk garments spotted here and there with flecks of paint. Her makeup was much more dramatic than either Margaret or Cecilia's, her hazel eyes shining like gems in a pit of shadow and her plush lips further emphasized by a color that better society could only describe as "vampy."Still, Margaret's face shone a certain light of pride and deliciously naughty scandal as the woman stepped forward, took Meriel's hand in her own, and kissed it as though she were a gallant knight out a fairytale. "You must have heard of the eminent Boston painter, Miss Alliette Dee?" the hostess asked her friend, wondering what she would make of the eccentric."Oh please, Alliette is fine," the artist replied, her name sounding like "Elliott" though her accent. Stepping back, she began to circle Meriel slowly, observing the woman's fine bone structure and and strong coloring. She looked rather like a statue of Athena the artist had seen once in a museum, albeit in a much nicer suit and with legs that would have put Venus herself to shame. Alliette was already planning out the portrait she could paint with a model like that, and an approving smile crossed her lips."We met in New York last winter," Mrs. Beaumont explained, sensing the growing resentment from Cecilia behind her as the artist seemed fixated on the archaeologist's beauty rather than her own. "After I told her about the house, I simplyhad to--""I invited myself, Maggie dear, and don't you dare say a word to the contrary," Alliette scolded, slipping a little wink to Meriel. "You've damaged your reputation enough by inviting the likes of me here, but I wouldn't worry too much. Once I start showing my series on your house, you'll need to hire all the muscle in Chicago to keep people from breaking down your doors."The two women chuckled softly, and Margaret looked like she was about to say more when one of the maids announced tea on the veranda. "Ah, yes, the English and their tea," Alliette murmured, as the party began to move out the back door to a wide terrace that overlooked the garden beyond. It wasn't quite as formal as dinner would be, but all the same the guests began to pair up, leaving the artist next to the newest arrival. "Well well, Miss Wells," the painter continued, "Fancy a bit of fresh air? Maggie's cook makes these little cake things...I dunno what you call 'em, something French. But they are todiefor..." The woman sketching in charcoal caught Meriel's eye as she entered, but she barely had time to glance at the intriguing stranger before Margaret was upon her. She couldn't help noticing the undercurrent of worry her hostess was making her best effort to conceal, but she didn't think it right to pry. Not that she had much of a chance, anyway, as she was whisked around and introduced to so many new faces with hardly a chance to get a word in edgeways. She was already being reminded of why she found these kind of affairs a little overstimulating to the nerves...“Oh, I'd like to think I could manage to find my way around the gardens without the benefit of male guidance” Meriel replied dryly, trying to brush off the attempts at matchmaking. Her expression, if not exactly conveying open displeasure, clearly did not convey pleasure either. Margaret never seemed to get the hint, or perhaps she deliberately chose not to.Meriel found the woman who now approached far more eye-catching, looking both stunning and compelling in her garish bohemian attire, standing out so much from the other guests. Her lips parted a little in surprise as the woman took hold of her hand before planting her soft lips upon it.“Oh, well, um...” Meriel hesitated to answer, a hint of colour coming to her cheeks, as she momentarily lost her usual composure at the unexpected, though most certainly not unwelcome, gesture. It was dreadfully difficult to collect her thoughts all of a sudden as she gazed into the woman's smoky eyes... and she felt relieved when the conversation swiftly continued without awaiting her response. She smiled gladly as Alliette offered her company, surprising herself with the eagerness she felt at that prospect...“Macarons?” she suggested as they walked outside to see a group of wicker chairs arranged with little rounded tables between them. She moved to the far table alongside Alliette, the rest of the group already seated, leaving a couple of chairs still unoccupied after the pair sat down. The Beaumonts' refined tastes were evident in their choice of teaware, eschewing antiquated porcelain cups in favour of polished silver octagons that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight and drew the eye inexorably towards them. The tiered cake stands were also eye-catching enough with their promise of sweet delights. The macarons with their angelic lightness occupied the loftiest tier, while Victoria sponge and lemon cake awaited below, with cucumber sandwiches arranged daintily on the lowest tier. The spread before them appeared far more than she imagined the group could manage before dinner. But Meriel supposed that was the point. Enough may be as good as a feast, but it certainly didn't lookas good.“They simplyaredelicious, aren't they?” she smiled warmly as she moved a couple of the little treats onto her plate, which was also a silver octagon. “Though I think the present setting makes them all the more agreeable” she added. “Did you know that where we are sitting now was once an Iron Age hill fort?” she asked, hoping to engage Alliette's interest in a subject she was intimately familiar with. “It's not hard to see the advantage of this spot, they'd have had a most excellent view from here” she continued, gesturing a hand over the neatly trimmed lawn before them to the view of the surrounding landscape in the distance.“Sugar?” she offered as she began to pour out tea into their cups. “The evidence points to this being the primary ritual centre of the Trinovantes” she continued. “The tribe that inhabited this region, that is. Well, tribe is a rather inexact term....” she paused for a moment, before deciding not to risk losing her companion's interest with the finer details of the subject. “But anyway... the fragment of primeval forest down there would've been their sacred grove. I'm sure it looked then much as it does now. And it must have had a truly unrivaled importance within their creed. The burials found at this site are simply astounding, the most promiscuous mix of man and beast. And most remarkable of all is the bronze idol found right under the old hall. It's clear to me that this figure is an anthropomorphic representation of the horned god of the Trinovantes. Well, antlered god would be a more accurate term. He... or she... wears the skull of a deer, and holds a horned serpent in each hand. This deity represented that most incredible generative power of the forest, its primal fecundity, that eternal dance of life and death, sovereign of the multifarious beings spawned from and swallowed back into the living soil....” Meriel explained as her blue eyes lit up with excitement.“Well... that's my theory anyway. It isn't, um, universally accepted...” she admitted with rather less enthusiasm. “But I believe the most persuasive evidence may be yet unpublished. Actually, I was hoping Margaret would be kind enough to allow me...” Meriel glanced over to the next table hoping to catch her hostess' attention, but was surprised to see Margaret appeared oddly distant from the conversation around her, staring out towards the forest as if deeply immersed in thought.“Oh yes, wasn't he quite mad?”Ceciliacould be heard asking with perfectly arched eyebrows raised in interest.“Ah, yes, a terrible tragedy his life was”Mr Barnesnodded, seeming more confident now the conversation had turned to his subject of interest. “And his death, of course... one night he simply left his bed and walked out into the forest in nothing more than his nightgown. When the servants found him in the morning he was, ah... he, w-well, that's... that's not a, um, not a fitting subject for the p-present company...”“Mmm...” Margaret nodded absent-mindedly, seeming to be only half-aware of the conversation. Meriel could tellsomethingwas on her friend's mind. It wasn't like her to be so quiet. And she couldn't help thinking that her husband's absence from the table had something to do with it...The conversation of the men seated furthest away from Meriel was more animated, and Captain Ryan's booming voice could be heard loudly decrying the degeneracy of the Spanish anarchists and their dangerous experiments in the equality of man and woman. Meriel frowned slightly before turning back to Alliette.“Well, no matter...” she said with a slight shrug.“I'm sure you've heard quite enough about my work, anyway” she smiled. “I should like to hear more about yours?” she asked, meeting Alliette's eyes again as she lifted the cup to her lips to take a sip. "Macarons, yes! That's the word for them," Alliette piped up, linking her arm with Meriel's and steering her towards the pair of open seats between the Doctors Dupras and Armstrong. Once they were seated she began to help herself to just one or two more than would have been considered proper for a lady of good breeding, but thankfully Cecila and Mrs. Beaumont were too locked in their own conversation by now to notice, and Jeanne still had her nose buried in the book. The captain did find the time to shoot the artist a rather condescending glance, but of everyone at the table Miss Dee could honestly say his opinion meant the least, and she was happy to continue chattering along merrily with Miss Wells."I swear, by the time the summer's over and I have to go back stateside, I'll have gained at least ten pounds. Those gossiping Manhattan fishwives-in-diamonds are going to have a field day when I open the new gallery looking like a bowling ball on stilts," she sighed with dramatic woe, though her eyes continued to sparkle mischievously towards Meriel as she took a dainty bite of macaron. A softly pleasured"mmm!" escaped her lips a moment later, and after swallowing she couldn't help but smile. "Maybe if they got a bite of that once in a while though, their natures would grow a bit more sweet than salty."Once the tea had been poured, Alliette was happy to sip quietly and let Meriel speak. When she'd first laid eyes on the archaeologist, the artist had at first assumed she would be a prettier, slightly more vivacious version of the studious and taciturn Professor Dupras, but she was pleasantly surprised to hear the interest and passion in Meriel's voice as she spoke about the local history of the area. It was quickly becoming clear why Mrs. Beaumont had invited her old friend, and even though the painter had almost no idea what the archaeologist was talking about. For neither the first nor last time it occurred to Miss Dee that perhaps terminating her education in the tenth grade may have been a mistake, but at least she had the social skills to smile and nod as she listened, occasionally responding with a an "Oh my!" or "How interesting!" as was appropriate.At the mention of a horned god though, the polite albeit shallow responses ceased, and a new, more serious cast came over Alliette's face. "You know," she said finally, leaning a little closer to Meriel. "It's interesting you bring that up. There's a mural the workmen uncovered a few weeks ago in the west wing of the house that looks very similar to what you're describing. Maggie and Barnes-y think the room was a chapel of some kind, but if it's a Christian one I'll eat my shoe," she whispered, glancing sideways to ensure none of the other guests had heard her before continuing."A man with antlers, and a snake in one hand, with a bit of a forest motif around the borders. I've been intending to copy it--that's why Maggie invited me, you know, to copy some of the murals and perhaps see about restoring some of the worse-off ones--but it always gives me such a creepy feeling to look at it." A shiver ran down the painter's back. "I can'tstandgoing in there alone, but perhaps during daylight hours, with someone with a bit more nerve than I have...well, I'd consider it." Alliette smiled again, but this time the impish gleam was gone from her eye, and there was still a lingering shadow of unease near her eyes and mouth.With the lull in conversation between the artist and archaeologist, the voices from the other side of the table seemed to grow in volume. The last bit Miss Dee had caught was Barnes saying something about a man wandering off to the woods in his nightshirt, which would have been more than enough to pique her interest if that idiot Ryan hadn't immediately dominated the conversation with more of his warmongering nonsense. It would be a cold day in hell before Mr. Barnes ever dared to command speech over he captain, and so Alliette was pleased with Meriel seemed interested in her own line of work."Oh, it's nothing very remarkable," the artist answered in a tone dripping with false modesty. "I've been painting since I was a very small child, and about fifteen years ago some of the right people finally started to see them. They must have liked them I guess, considering how much they were willing to pay for them, and eventually I saved up enough to get my own studio in Boston and start traveling a bit. Sometimes people like Maggie are kind enough to give me shelter from the storm in exchange for a piece or two, and well, you know how it goes between artists and their patrons."For a moment, Alliette couldn't help but wonder if Meriel had heard the rumors regarding her and some of her more...intimatepatrons in the past. But the archaeologist had barely reacted to her name before, so surely she couldn't have known anything about the Havana affair. "Anyway, Maggie asked me to stay through the summer to see about the murals, like I said, and if I paint anything else in the meantime, that's my business," she finished off, pouring herself another cup of tea before offering more to Miss Wells."And how about you, Miss Wells?" she asked as she set aside the teapot. "Are you visiting for a social call as well? Or are you here for more professional reasons?" “I'm sure you'd look just as beautiful regardless” Meriel thought as Alliette proceeded to bite into the macaron, but that sentiment was simplyfartoo bold to voice openly, so she merely answered with a polite smile that only gave the slightest hint of a more than polite interest...As Meriel spoke of the bronze idol, Alliette's casual interest in the conversation, or what she'd hoped was interest at any rate, suddenly seemed to become much more serious and intense. Meriel listened intently, hanging on every word, as Alliette told her about the recent discovery of the mural.“Well, thatdoessound absolutelyfascinating...” she exclaimed in reply, her tone filled with surprise and eager excitement. “I simplymusttake a look!” she declared decisively, her mind already racing at the possible implications...Meriel was also rather surprised to hear of her companion's discomfort at viewing this mural, and couldn't help noticing genuine unease on her face as she spoke. Alliette seemed bolder than the other women here. Bolder than most women Meriel knew. It was written all over her bearing, her speech, her wardrobe. Some would likely call her brash. And yet she shrank before an old painting? She must be an impressionable sort indeed. It seemed an odd contrast to Meriel, imagining the confident woman before her now being afraid of something so harmless. But she found something a little endearing in the thought of her entertaining such naïve fears.“Don't worry, I believe I've enough nerve for the both of us” Meriel chuckled with confident amusement, clearly not worried in the slightest about whatever she might find in that old room. “I'm sure we'll have nothing to worry ourselves about if we go in there together.” There was no way she was leaving the house without finding some opportunity to view this mural, but it would be nice to spend more time with Alliette too. And she had to admit she found the thought of Alliette looking to her for comfort and reassurance oddly appealing...“Your skill must be remarkable enough, if Margaret invited you here. I'm sure there's no shortage of artistic talent she could call upon” Meriel smiled warmly as Alliette spoke of herself, although it was clear enough that the artist's opinion of her own work was far higher than she was making it out to be, and she didn't exactly need any reassurance on that matter. Meriel got the impression that Alliette was alluding to something regarding her patrons, but she felt it best to let it pass without comment, instead helping herself to some of the delightfully creamy-looking Victoria sponge, passing little forkfuls into her mouth as she listened to Alliette.“Well, I for one should beveryinterested to see anything you might produce here” she nodded encouragingly. “I must admit I'm curious about the kind of works a woman such as yourself would bring into being” she smiled, a hint of admiration in her expression.“Thank you” she smiled as Alliette poured her out more tea, stirring the cup before lifting it to her ruby lips to take a sip. “It's certainly not a talentI ever possessed” she continued. “It would be nice to have a more artistic touch accompanying my works, but I'm afraid my own efforts at illustration have been of rather poor quality. Like the sketchings of a child. Rather embarrassing, really” she added with a self-deprecating chuckle.“Oh, well Margaret's been a good friend of mine for... well, longer than anyone.Muchlonger” she answered Alliette's question with an enigmatic smile. “You know, she once took a few archaeology classes herself. So of course, I was the first person she called when they uncovered the first burials here, and I've been working closely with her since on publishing the incredible discoveries at this site. I'm most fortunate. It's really made my name in the field” Meriel explained. “It's… been a while since I was last able to visit, though...” she continued, with a hint of frustration mixed with concern in her tone. “And I know that more has been discovered since. Now, Margaret only invited me to stay here for this little gathering of hers. But between you and me, I was rather hoping I could examine some of these finds during my stay, with a view to publishing them. And if luck is on my side theymayeven settle a few... points of controversy... arising from my initial publications on this site” she explained. “It would be...immenselysatisfying if I could silence a few of my critics...” she added with a little grin of imagined pleasure at the thought.“Oh, I know it sounds dreadfully mercenary when I put it like that. I didn't come here purely to advance my career, I promise” she assured Alliette. “In fact, I'm already finding the company very stimulating...” she added, her lips curling into a smile that was almost flirtatious as she gazed across the table at the alluring artist.“Say, has anyone heard from Mr Alderidge?” Captain Ryan suddenly asked loudly enough to cut through the conversation of the rest of the group.“Oh, um, no... I'm afraid I haven't. I'm sure he's just running a little late...” Margaret answered with a smile that didn't look entirely natural as the attention of the guests gravitated to their hostess. Meriel couldn't shake the feeling that she somehow knew more than she was letting on. She really was acting strangely today...“I can't say his absence is sorely felt...” Meriel leaned in a little closer to Alliette to speak in a tone that was low enough to be clearly a private comment, but not so low as to ensure nobody else could hear. She'd never met him in person, but she did know that he'd visited the Beaumonts before, and his reputation preceded him. An ill reputation, to her mind. “I consider us lucky to be spared his unsavoury ramblings..." “Don't worry, I believe I've enough nerve for the both of us” Meriel chuckled with confident amusement.The comment took Alliette somewhat by surprise, but not unpleasantly so. Raising an eyebrow, she took in the form of the sharply-dressed blonde and nodded ever so slightly. "I believe you may be right, Miss Wells. It might be a bit presumptuous for me to say this, but I've seen people underestimate women like you before. Didn't turn out too well for the other guy," she smiled, although the painter was curious to see how Meriel would react not only to the murals, but some of the other strange things scattered around the estate. Aliette always considered herself quite nervy herself--after all, she owned three Pickman originals,andhad once stumbled into his falling-down old studio back home, swearing the entire time she could hear scuffling in the cellar before she and her schoolgirl friends all ran half-giggling, half-screaming from the building--but there was something about the Beaumont house and grounds that made her shiver at times. Things just seemed sooldhere, and it made her feel uncomfortably young and weak.But for now, any discomfort the bohemian might have felt was quickly dispelled by Meriel's flattery. Beaming, she pushed aside her empty cup and saucer then leaned languidly back in the chair, her eyes glancing at some point unseen down the veranda. "I could show you a few of my works, if you're really interested," she said with a non-committal wave of the hand. "It's been a quite productive last few weeks, and I've got some finished pieces up in my rooms. Do you suppose they'd miss us?" Alliette wondered, glancing back towards the conversation that was once again interrupted by the blustering thunder of the old military man.“Say, has anyone heard from Mr Alderidge?” “Oh, um, no... I'm afraid I haven't. I'm sure he's just running a little late...” Margaret answered with a smile that didn't look entirely natural."Ugh, Alderidge. Have you met the man?" Alliette asked as she turned back to her companion. "I haven't, but from what I've heard he has all the gentleness and charm of the kaiser. I can'timaginewhy the Beaumonts--or anyone decent, for that matter--associates with him. I know I might be a bit scandalous myself, but at least I'm fun at a party," she added with a wink, then rose to her feet. Holding out a hand to the archaeologist, she gestured for her to accompany her away from the tea table. "Come on, let's get out of here before I have to pretend I'm thrilled to meet the old fuddy-duddy, whenever it crosses his mind to actually show up."Pulling Meriel out of the chair with surprising strength for a woman her size, Alliette glanced back towards Mrs. Beaumont. "Maggie dear, you will excuse us, won't you? Meriel here is simplydyingto get a look at your lovely home. No, don't get up. After three weeks I think I know my way around well enough by now," she said quickly, practically dragging the young woman away before anyone could dare stop her. With the possible exceptions of Dr. Armstrong and Margaret herself, most weren't sad to see her go, but later on Cecilia would gossip with Professor Dupras that if Alliette were a man, she would have no choice but to consider her an absolute scoundrel, given her behavior.Clearly the gossip didn't seem to bother the painter though, as she had no trouble leading Meriel through the house, directly up the spiral staircase to her ownbedroom(and proving most unhelpful in explaining the features in the halls along the way, aside from offering the occasional critique on one of the ancient paintings hanging on the walls). The windows were open and allowed plenty of fresh air into the bright room, but Alliette was instead focused on a rather dim alcove in the wall, where several canvasses were leaning. Gesturing for the archaeologist to take a seat on one of the stiff floral loveseats, the painter set up an easel before her and set up her most recent work."I should warn you," the artist paused before stepping aside to reveal the painting. "My style isn't exactly...like that." She pointed up at the lovely but rather uninspired portrait of a reclining woman and a greyhound hanging beside the window. "I won't take offense if you dislike it, but you should know there's a reason you probably haven't heard of me. I'm not accepted inallcircles." Pushing back her kimono, Alliette sat down beside Meriel and allowed her to view the painting on the easel.It was tone in muted tones of yellow and brown, but with heavy shadows in the foreground while the lighter tones were farther back. In the distance a tall, rectangular tower was spewing delicate curles of flame and smoke, while a bald, gaunt figure leaned heavily on a white cane with its back to the inferno. The details of the figure's face were left vague, but there was an unsettling hint of an unhinged jaw hanging almost all the way to the center of its sunken chest...or were those teeth actually rosary beads, hanging ominously around the person's nonexistent neck? Dominating the foreground though was the hulking black form of either a large dog or a small wolf standing on spindly legs, its jaws barely perceptible in the shadows of its face, and its eyes only represented by two deep, colorless pits."That was the first one I did after arriving," Alliette explained, looking on the painting the way a mother might look upon her child. "I saw a tower like that on my way down from London. The driver told me the name of it but it's gone clear out of my head now. It was about sunset, and I saw a man and his dog...at least, I thought it was a man and his dog." A strange look came into her eyes as she turned to view Meriel's profile. "You know how it is, looking at things from automobiles. Some things blur so quickly, you can't even be sure of what you've seen."She sat in silence a few more moments, taking in her painting before rising to her feet again. "Well, do you care to see others? Or has this sufficiently prepared you to go down to the chapel?" A wide grin spread across Alliette's face as she circled around the back of the couch, resting one hand heavily on Meriel's shoulder. "Or do you think me a complete and utter bore, and you're just looking for an excuse to go back downstairs and join the undoubtedly riveting conversation about the local vicar and his mistress?" “No, I've not had the displeasure” she shook her head as Alliette asked if she'd met Mr Alderidge. “But knowing his particular obsessions, I'venodesire to be trapped in conversation with him” she added with a frown of evident distaste.“Oh, well, I suppose that's fine by me!” Meriel exclaimed as she reached out to take Alliette's hand, her tone expressing surprise but also an obvious eagerness at the suggestion they leave the table right now. Ordinarily she would have felt compelled to remain out of obligation, but she was glad her current companion had other ideas. Before she knew it the artist had pulled her up to her feet with an unexpected firmness. “I hope you don't mind terribly if Miss Dee shows me around?” she asked Margaret with what she hoped was appropriate courtesy after Alliette made her excuses, but she barely had time to get the words out of her mouth before her energetic companion had led her back inside still clutching her hand. Meriel couldn't help wondering what the other guests would make of their sudden exit, but with Alliette leading her away she couldn't bring herself to feel overly concerned about their opinions. In fact she even found a certain amusement in imagining their reaction.“I must say you're... admirably direct!” she told Alliette with a little giggle escaping her lips that sounded uncharacteristically kittenish in tone. She couldn't help feeling a little like a schoolgirl sneaking off as she followed the bohemian through the house. Not that her own schooldays had been anywhere near so pleasant, not at all... but that was the kind of ancient history shedidn'tenjoy thinking about.They passed many antique paintings in the hall, some of them several centuries old. But compared to the great antiquity of the artefacts Meriel had made it her specialism to study, they may as well have been painted yesterday. Far too recent to really engage her interest beyond an appreciation of their artistic merits. And in truth she found little enough to appreciate even there. Neoclassical country houses sterile in their blank whiteness, tables piled with an overabundance of fruit and wine, aristocrats laden with the furs of unfortunate beasts, seeming to scowl haughtily down at them as they passed... she was sure some would call her a philistine for expressing such an opinion, but most of them were just rather dull, really.“Oh, I'm sure they're wonderful!” Meriel smiled warmly as Alliette warned her she may not like her works, assuming the artist was simply being self-deprecating about her talents again. “I wouldn't take my opinion too seriously, anyway. My knowledge of the art world isn't all that up-to-date” she confessed. “You might say it's two thousand years out of date, in fact” she added with a little smile of amusement at her own remark.Meriel was definitely not expecting the vision that was now revealed to her, and it came as something of a shock at first. There was something frankly revolting about the piece, something unsettling in its menacingly alien figures, in its almost nauseating palette. It was most certainly not the kind of painting she'd want hanging in her bedroom. The thought of waking up every morning to gaze upon that scene was not a pleasant one at all.“Well... it's, uh, it's certainly...unique...” she mused after a long pause, stroking her chin as she contemplated the piece and struggled to adequately describe it. Certainly not at all like those other paintings hanging on the walls. “Quite fascinating, really...” For there was indeed something fascinating about its unearthly weirdness, something Meriel couldn't really put into words. It was difficult to look away from, the kind of thing one couldn't help feeling the compulsion to stare at. Rather like she felt towards Alliette herself. For entirely different reasons, of course... although seeing this piece certainly deepened her fascination with the artist. She wondered what other surprises the kind of singular woman that could produce such brazenly unconventional works might have in store..."Or do you think me a complete and utter bore, and you're just looking for an excuse to go back downstairs and join the undoubtedly riveting conversation about the local vicar and his mistress?" “Oh, you're manythings Miss Dee, butboringis most definitely not one of them” Meriel replied as she felt Alliette's hand resting on her shoulder, her lips curling into a grin to match the artist's as she tilted her head back to gaze up at her, blonde locks flowing down the back of the chair as she did so. “Consider me a willing audience for anything else you'd like to show me...” Meriel's blue eyes studied the artist now standing over her, taking in again those copper curls, the dramatic makeup highlighting her striking features, the bohemian dress covering her tall figure, as if there might somehow be more to her than she'd noticed before...“And wheredidyou learn to paint like that, anyway?” she added, her eyes narrowing with evident curiosity. The subtle hesitance in Meriel's voice was enough to send a shadow of disappointment across Alliette's face, but she was quick to shrug it off. "I'm an acquired taste, I'm aware," the artist replied, a bit too much lightheartedness injected into her tone. "There's more than a few people back in the States who think me either a hack or a ghoul, but if I had a dollar for each one I could buy all of the forgeries currently hanging over their mantles," she added with a chuckle, removing the painting from the easel and rummaging through the small rack of canvasses for something that would better suit Miss Wells' sensibilities.Painting aside, Alliette was at least pleased to see the archaeologist had an interest in the artist, if not the works themselves. "Alliette, please," she insisted, glancing over her shoulder at the blonde with a wink. "Or even Allie, if that suits you better. 'Miss Dee' makes me sound like such a fussy old schoolmarm, don't you think?" Straightening up, she went to place a smaller canvas on the easel for Meriel's viewing, although she didn't make quite as theatrical of an introduction for this painting as she had the previous one.This picture too featured an ominous dark figure--this time short, sharp horns protruding from the crown of its head--although this time the background was much less detailed and featured cooler tones of brown with only one yellow streak near the corner, done in such a way it almost resembled a heavenly aura following the main subject. The person (it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or woman based on the gaunt shape of the body, although the long lank hair did give it a vaguely feminine look) was looming over a small crowed of lighter shapes in the foreground, each one an unnerving hybrid of human and rat features. Because of the otherworldly nature of the little figures, it was hard to tell if they were meant to be small while the horned figure was human-sized, or if the creatures were fleeing in fear from a giant. Again, Alliette had left the facial features of all the characters purposely vague, their eyes and noses denoted more by shadow than anything else."I did that one after I saw the mural in the chapel," she explained, glancing back towards Meriel to see what she thought of it. "A bit more simplistic than the original artist, as I'm sure you'll agree once you see it, but I think it does a very nice job of demonstrating my feelings towards it." Pausing, Alliette sat down on the couch beside her companion, and tilted her head slightly. "You said something earlier about a horned god. What did the Trino...Trinovites?" The artist smiled sheepishly, her short attention span showing clearly now. "Anyway, that tribe you were talking about. Did they have a name for their god? I'm still trying to think of a title for this particular piece."Leaning back against the couch, she draped one arm over the back (her fingersalmostbrushing against Meriel's soft locks) and looked back towards the painting. "As for where I learned it...you might as well ask where I learned to breathe, or dream. Art has always been like that for me," Alliette explained, remembering those early days when a sketchpad would cover her entire lap and her parents would scold her for wasting pencils on her drawings. "I was lucky though. You see, my father was one of the best clockmakers in Boston, and even though we weren't exactly weathy, he still had a lot of high class patrons who'd come in to either buy clocks or have him repair theirs. All of us kids used to help out where we could, but we spent a lot of time doing our homework right there in the shop. Except for me of course, I was always scribbling away making pictures, as far back as I can remember.""Then one day this rich fellow comes into the shop: a Mr. John Adams Eliot, a real bigwig in the Boston art scene. He happened to look over my shoulder at what I was drawing, and I guess it must have impressed him, because he told my folks that if they didn't enroll me in art classes it'd be 'a complete and utter squandering of the girl's talent'," Alliette continued, over-exaggerating her impersonation of the man's thick accent. "Mr. Eliot was very kind to me though. He was something of an artist himself, and made sure I got to take classes with some of the best teachers in the city. When I was old enough, he even got some of my paintings in an amateur show at his club, and that was sort of the start of my professional career."The artist let out a sigh. "He passed away a few years back, the sweet old man. But I've made a few other friends through him, so I'm never short on company when I'm back in town. Have you ever been to Boston?" she asked, looking back towards Meriel curiously. "I've got a sweet little place on Beacon Hill with a great view of the Common. Lots of light, and I've even got a couple of pieces from Eliot's personal collection on the walls. I'd love to show you if you can make your way across the water." Ah yes, how many others had been lured up to Alliete'ssalonwith an invitation to view art? Well, most had left happy, and that was the important part."Whereareyou from anyways, Merry? Do you mind if I call you that?" the artist asked. "Meriel's a very pretty name, but it makes me feel rather like I'm talking to a princess in a fairy tale, rather than an accomplished academic like yourself," she added teasingly, rising up again to remove the painting from the easel. “Allie” she nodded with a warm smile. Perhaps it sounded a little overfamiliar to her ears, but she had to admit she rather liked the hint of intimacy it carried.The next painting Allie showed her was just as bizarre and striking as the first, and hearing it was based on the mural in the chapel made Meriel even keener to view this intriguing mural for herself.“Trinovantes” she corrected Allie with a smile. “And undoubtedly they did have a name for this deity, but I'm afraid not one that has come down to us. Lost forever, like so many others. Archaeology can be a frustrating business, I'm afraid. All we can ever hope to do is piece together a mere shadow of a world long past from the few fragments that remain...” she mused.“Oh, there are a few names that have survived in inscriptions from certain regions. But while there were certainly underlying similarities between regional deities, its clear that each was at the same time unique, embodied not in some static pantheon but in the landscape itself, in the flow of the elements. And to judge from the finds at this house, it's clear to me that this local cult had a very distinct character indeed...” she continued.“In any case, words alone tell us precious little. The pagan gods were not confined to the written page. They were... anexperience. A state of unbridled ecstasy. Or perhaps a nightmare.Tremendum et fascinans... that which inspires within the soul the most powerful terror, the deepest dread... and yet the most potent attraction...." Meriel explained with her blue eyes lighting up with that spirited gleam once again, a passion that was foreign to most people."You know, I'd say you've captured that aspect rather well...." Meriel mused as she turned her head to gaze upon Allie's painting again, studying once again the otherwordly vision she'd brought into being on her canvas. "Sometimes a picture does speak more than words.... although somehow I feel this one would be beyond the appreciation of the Archaeological Society..." she added with a wry smirk.“Well, Mr. Eliot was quite right" Meriel replied with a little chuckle at Allie's impersonation of the man, despite never having met him. "You have a very unique gift, Allie. And I'm glad that your talent has been recognized” she smiled with an earnestness to her tone now.“No, I can't say that I have” she shook her head as Allie asked if she'd ever been to Boston. “But I'd rather like to visit someday.” Well, she most certainly didnow, at any rate. “It sounds like you've got a lovely place there...”“I... suppose you could call me that...”MerryNobody had ever called her that name before, but that made it feel more intimate, something shared just between the pair of them. “It does have a nice ring to it...” she smiled.“Anyway, I'm from nowhere very interesting” she answered in a tone that was perhaps excessively self-deprecating, that seemed to speak more of a genuine desire to avoid talking about herself than mere politeness alone. “I spent my early years in a quiet little village. Not 30 miles from here, in fact. A pleasant enough place, really. But of course my parents couldn't wait to send me off to boarding school. And that wasn't so pleasant. The kind of institution that makes one question the merits of civilization” she quipped with a smile that perhaps concealed a pain behind its sarcasm.“Must have cost a pretty penny, but money was never a problem. My father was a businessman. Owned a brickworks and shares in several mining companies. A stern man. He was never very fond of me. Nor I him” she added with a cool indifference in her tone. If there was a hint of sadness behind it, it was well-concealed.“Oh, I suppose my education served me well enough. I had the best grades in the school, you know. Enough to earn several scholarships” she said with a hint of pride remaining at these old accomplishments. “But I was… never like the other children...” she added with an evasiveness to her tone, hinting at something deeper she would not speak openly about. “All I wanted was to get away from them. You know, there was a great yew tree in the corner of the grounds. Must have been many centuries old. Much older than the school, certainly. Its trunk was all hollow inside. And enormous. At least it looked enormous to me. I could hardly believe it when I first climbed inside there. I'd never seen a tree like that before” she mused with a faint smile that was almost wistfully bittersweet, her tone seeming less guarded now as she stared distantly at nothing in particular.“I used to take my books and hide inside that old tree. It was dry in there. Nice and sheltered. Cool in summer and warm in winter. I'd sit in there and read for hours. It was quiet. Peaceful. Just the sound of the birds singing above. Nobody ever found me in there. I could just forget about the rest of the world for a while. I didn't even mind the spiders. They made more amiable companions than my classmates...” she smiled wryly.“Oh, but that was a lifetime ago now...” she shrugged after a moment's pause. “Just listen to me, going on about a silly old tree!” she sighed as if she'd committed a terrible lapse, evidently keen to change the subject all of a sudden. “You'd best stop me before I bore you to death!” “Trinovantes," Alliette repeated, crossing her arms over her chest as she took another look at the painting. "That does seem like an interesting title, doesn't it? I'll have to think on that a bit." It seemed fitting, but something about the word sent shivers down her back. Vaguely Roman, but still with a strange, pagan edge to it. It raised several questions in the artist's mind that, until recently, she hadn't thought appropriate to ask, but shedid have an enthusiastic authority on the subject in her room after all."You sound like quite the admirer," she commented, not unsympathetically, as she listened to Meriel waxing poetic about the ancient societies lost to modern man. What a pity she'd gone into academics, the painter thought. The archaeologist, besides being blessed with a pretty face and attractive figure, had a voice and a way of speaking that would have won the hearts of thousands onstage. Well, there was no doubt about it now. Before Miss Wells returned to whatever quiet little hamlet she called home, Alliette wouldhave to paint her. Perhaps if she could find a proper yew tree on the grounds of the estate...Alliette chuckled at the insinuation the archaeologist was boring her. "Honey, I have sat through no fewer than a dozen dinners with the Captain and the Professor, and you're hardly on their level of boring. And that sneaking little snob Cecilia is in a league all her own. At least when you go on about things they seem worth knowing." She patted Meriel's wrist reassuringly then turned the door. "Speaking of boring though, I think you must have had enough of all this amateur nonsense, yeah? If you're not ready for a nap just yet, what do you say we stroll on down to that chapel before it gets any darker? There's a hole in the roof, you know, and if it rains I'll have to spend the rest of the afternoon fixing my coiffure."Holding her arm out gallantly towards the other woman, the painter led her out of the loft garret to a more isolated section of the wing. The sound of the other guests was almost imperceptible by now, and the only sign of life every now and then was a gardener outside doing battle with the overgrown hedges along the wall. At the end of the corridor was a spiral stone staircase, and Alliette's grip on Meriel's arm tightened ever so slightly."Careful now there, Merry. These are some treacherous steps. Donotwear heels on them, whatever you do," she warned with a tense giggle. The pair managed to make it to the bottom without killing themselves, although the lower they descended the more it seemed they were submerging them in a deep pool of chill air. Rain was definitely moving in.All through the corridor on the ground floor there were signs of workmen busy repairing the chapel, but there was not an actual person to be seen anywhere, nor could they hear sounds of hammering, sawing, or other signs of progress. Perhaps the rain had started already, and the men had retreated for the day? But what then was that strange sound of murmuring coming from the end of the hall? Alliette's body visibly tensed, and she had halfway broken Meriel's arm before she realized what she was doing and stepped away in embarrassment. Nottoofar away though."Do you hear that?" she whispered in her companion's ear. "That...doesn't sound like English, does it?"How the women found the courage to enter the crumblingchapelAlliette never could say, but by the time their footsteps were echoing off the bare walls the voices seemed to have stopped. The painter could breathe a sigh of relief about one thing at least: the voices hadn't been a hallucination. Standing in front of a bizarrely furnishedaltarwas the short, bug-eyed form of none other thanMr. Beaumonthimself."Charlie!" Alliette gasped, relaxing somewhat. "You scared the bejeezus out of us. What in the world are you doing in here?"Charles Beaumont seemed just as startled to see his wife's guests as they were to see him. "Just overseeing the progress on the ceiling, Miss Dee," he explained stiffly, gesturing upward at the gaping hole in the roof. His eyes lingered for several moments on Meriel, as though he was having trouble remembering her. Alliette, sensing her host was having trouble, stepped forward gently. "You already know Miss Wells, right? Weren't you and Maggie together with her at Cambridge? Or was it Oxford where you all went to school?" She looked back towards Meriel for confirmation.Either way, Mr. Beaumont shook his head and made a beeline for the door. "Of course I remember," he insisted, bowing respectfully towards Meriel. "The two of you must excuse me a moment, I'm afraid I'm a bit tired. I'd suggest you not linger too long here, it looks like rain." And with that, the man all but flew out of the room, leaving the women to stare after him in bewilderment."He's an odd duck," Alliette remarked, looking back towards her companion. "Was he always like that?"Before Meriel could answer, the painter jerked her head towards one of the walls, where themuralshe had described stood stark and black against the crumbling stonework. "And there it is," the artist stated, taking care not to get too close. The way the original artist had used negative space to show the gaping holes of the horned figure's eyes had a way of warding her back. "What do you think? Just some local kids making some graffiti, or is it really old? The fellas working on the walls seem to think it's the former, but I just don't know. I'm no archaeologist, after all..." Meriel gave a warm little smile as Allie patted her wrist reassuringly. It was nice to know her companion wasn't put off by her ramblings. She was already growing rather fond of the artist. Perhaps too fond...“Lead the way” she smiled eagerly as she entwined her arm with the one Allie offered her, excited to finally see this mural for herself.“No, it doesn't...” she frowned in puzzlement as Allie remarked upon the strange murmuring coming from the chapel below them. It definitely didn't sound like English. Not Latin either. In fact it didn't sound like any language she'd ever heard before. But it was hard to make it out very distinctly. What it definitely did sound was creepy. Meriel couldn't help feeling a little chill down her spine, and not just from the cold air. And judging from the vice-like grip Allie now had on her arm, she was feeling the same...She felt reassured to see Charles down there, but the strange way he was gazing at- or through?- her was rather less reassuring...“Cambridge...” Meriel answered, her eyes narrowing curiously as she looked at Charles. Before she could question him further, he'd left in what seemed like an awful hurry, and as Meriel gazed up the mural that Allie pointed to the sight of it removed all other thoughts from her mind.“Well, thatisfascinating...” she exclaimed, her blue eyes going wide with an inquisitive delight. “I have a hard time believing that schoolchildren are responsible for this... if its a hoax it's certainly an elaborate one...” she mused, stepping closer to the painting. She stood in contemplative silence for several long moments as her blue eyes scanned all over the painting, taking it all in.“Well.. I'm no medievalist, but it certainly doesn't look medieval in style. Then again it doesn't look like any style that I'm aware of. Whoever painted this must've had a singular vision indeed, outside of any historical canon...” she spoke, stroking her chin pensively. “But this wall was sealed up until recently. I find it difficult to imagine how anyone could have painted this without the knowledge of the Beaumonts themselves. But they've always taken my research very seriously. It would be in very poor taste indeed to pass off a modern forgery as a historical discovery...” she stepped even closer to the mural, bringing her face right up to the horned god. “And it certainly looksold... this paintwork seems to be weathered by the passing of centuries...” she opined as she moved all along the mural.“Well, I feel confident in saying that it most certainlydoesdepict the horned god of the Trinovantes. The resemblance is simply too close to be dismissed as mere coincidence alone. But if it's of any real age... well, that raises the question of quite how the artist could've depicted a pagan god that must undoubtedly have been forgotten for many centuries prior. I suppose it's possible they discovered an idol here like the one I've studied.... but why it would've inspired them to paint this, I simply can't say. And why in a chapel, of all places? It seems almost... sacrilegious...” she pondered, stroking her chin again. “I wouldn't want to jump to any premature conclusions, but this mural most certainly merits further investigation... I can think of a few colleagues at the department who'd be very interested...”Meriel took a step back, allowing her to examine more of the mural in her field of view, pacing up and down as she studied it from every angle... before eventually she caught sight of that strange altar out the corner of her eye, drawing her attention...“And what on earth is all this doing down here?” she wondered as she stepped over to the altar, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the deer skull lit by flickering candlelight, and the strange array of items laid before it.“That's interesting....” Meriel mused as she picked up an unusual looking kniferesting upon the altar. “There were a number of bone knives just like this one found with the burials here. It's not the most practical material to make a blade from. Obviously they were crafted to serve some kind of ritual function. Most likely for sacrifice, or blood-letting...” she explained. “But this one must have been crafted recently. Those ancient blades were near enough crumbling to bits. They'd be no good for...” Meriel paused as she considered the ominous deep red tint of the stain on the tip of the knife. What hadthis knife been used for? She held it up closer to her face. It certainlylookedlike blood... and then her eyes were drawn to the little silver bowl placed before the deer skull... a bowl filled with a deep red liquid...Meriel placed the knife down and picked up the bowl, tilting it as she gazed inside, noting the liquid had a distinct viscosity to it. She considered dipping a finger into it to test further, but thought better of it. She didn't want some unknown substance that definitely looked like blood touching her skin. She glanced back at Allie...“Ah, must be some silly game they've set up!” Meriel waved her hand dismissively as she put the bowl down and turned away from the altar. In truth she wasn't quite so confident about what all of this signified, but she knew Allie was already unnerved by this place, and she didn't want to cause her any further worry without good cause.“I supposethat'swhy Charles was acting so peculiarly. I can't see why he'd skip tea to come down here if he wasn't up tosomething. I suppose we've rather spoiled the surprise now” she spoke with a soft chuckle, trying to keep the pair of them in good spirits.“He was terribly odd though, wasn't he?” she added after a moment's pause, her expression becoming more serious now. “I've never seen him like that before. Last time I visited... well... you know, come to think of it... I suppose hedidseem a little different... quieter... more distant, perhaps...” she mused as she thought back on her stay last year.“Ah” Meriel exclaimed as she suddenly felt a cold drop of water falling onto her blonde head. She held up a palm, her suspicions confirmed as she felt more droplets falling upon it. “I suppose that walk around the gardens is out of the question now” she remarked dryly. “Well, we'd best get back up there before it gets any heavier” she remarked, this time offering her own arm out to Allie. “Well, that is fascinating...” Meriel exclaimed, her blue eyes going wide with an inquisitive delight. “I have a hard time believing that schoolchildren are responsible for this..."Smirking a little, Alliette nudged the archaeologist in the ribs. "Hey now, thereareprodigies every now and then," she teased, looking back towards the mural. "Of course, my pa would've whipped me to hell and back if I painted something like that when I was a kid. On the wall of a church, no less." Indeed, considering what good Catholics her parents were, the artist would have been lucky to get off with something so light as a beating if she'd committed such an act of vandalism."This Trinovantes fella," she continued, trying to avoid the stare of those empty eyes burning out of the horned head. "Was he one of those fun pagan gods, like Bacchus, or Venus? Or was he more the, you know...devil-worshipping, human-sacrificing kind?" Alliette tried to think of the more pastoral paintings and sculptures she had seen on her continental travels, remembering the almost cherubic faces of the fauns and the noble, slightly erotic bearings of centaurs. But try as she might to see the mural in a positive light, there was no way to see its posture as anything other than domineering, the borders as anything besides ominous.Alliette was happy to shift her attention to the alter instead, which she had mistaken for a random pile of debris more than anything of significance. As she watched Meriel's expression though, it was clear the other woman saw more than a collection of animal parts and odds and ends, and the fascinated expression on her face was both beautiful and disturbing in the artist's eyes. As she glanced over the archaeologist's shoulder, Miss Dee at first reached out to take the knife from her, but immediately dropped her hand at the mention of "bone knife.""Wait a minute...are you telling me that thing is made from bones?Human bones?" she gasped, stepping back in horror. "What the hell are Maggie and Charlie up to?" Alliette murmured, sure that the latter must have been aware of the knife's presence (was that why he was acting so jumpy?) but wondering if the former was aware of what was going on. Margaret had always seemed like a such a sweet, mild-mannered woman. Hell, that was half the reason the artist had come to visit; to shake her up a bit. But notthis much, never in a million years.Suddenly Meriel had moved in front of her, so close now that Alliette could smell her perfume, and for a brief moment her fear was forgotten at the nearness of the other woman's proximity.“Ah, must be some silly game they've set up!”Meriel was insisting, and while the artist was suspicious about the object the other woman was pushing away, she was too captivated by those piercing blue eyes to question it too deeply. She only half-listened to the academic's suspicions about Charles, instead nodding slowly as she looked from Meriel's eyes to her lips, noting for a moment how kissable they looked.But a creepy chapel with a hole in the roof didn't exactly scream romance, especially once the rain started.Alliette gratefully accepted Meriel's arm, although she raised the other one over their heads in the hopes that the thin fabric of her kimono might provide some shelter from the rain. It did not, but that didn't seem to matter too much as they fled giggling nervously from the room back into the desolate (but dry) silence of the corridor. "I told you it was an unsettling place, didn't I?" the artist laughed once they were properly sheltered. "After that, I could certainly use a drink. Come on, if Charlie's going to go around scaring the living daylights out of us, the least we can do in return is drink his wine and use his billiard room, if the captain and the good doctor haven't already taken it over."The rest of the afternoon passed much more conventionally, with the two women indulging in more casual conversation until it was time to dress for dinner. Alliette seemed almost reluctant to go, and after vanishing into her own room she emerged in almost record time, her coppery curls freshly arranged and her makeup flawlessly re-painted, her form now clad in a daring peacock-coloredevening gownas she joined the rest of the guests to wait for the dinner bell. She managed to make pleasant small talk with the others until Meriel had joined them, at which point her expression lit up and she immediately went to the archaeologist's side."Thank God," she whispered in Meriel's ear. "I thought I was going to have to listen to Captain Ryan tell his store about the Sommeagain. I swear, if he doesn't learn to shut his mouth one of these days--"But he did not. In fact, Captain Ryan's voice only boomed louder as he turned towards the rather skittish-looking Mrs. Beaumont. "I say, Margaret, whereisCharles? He can't mean to miss dinner again, can he?""Oh! Well, he's not feeling very well at the moment," Margaret replied sheepishly just as the meal was announced. "He told us not to wait for him, so we might as well go in." Something in the way she took the captain's arm must have been enough to satisfy him for the moment, but as the rest of the guests began to pair off (Professor Dupras with Mr. Barnes, and Dr. Armstrong with Mrs. Beaumont's cousin) Cecilia, ever the observer of etiquette, couldn't help but point out that with both Mr. Alderidge and Mr. Beaumont absent, there was a tragic shortage of male escorts for Miss Wells and Miss Dee."Never you mind that pretty little head of yours about it, CeCe," Alliette replied, standing firm at the archaeologist's side. "We're a couple of modern gals, Merry and me. We can entertain ourselves quite well, I'm sure." This earned only an eye roll from the divorceé, but it was hardly the first she'd thrown in the artist's direction, and the redhead didn't seem to mind much. Instead, she picked up an earlier conversation, asking Meriel more about her time at Cambridge as they settled down at the table.After the first course, the artist had almost decided the meal was going to be quite as simple and uninteresting as all of the others had been, despite her dinner partner's pleasant chatter. But then just as the croquettes were being served, a trembling housemaid appeared and immediately raced to Mrs. Beaumont's side, whispering something in her ear that made the hostess turn absolutely white."Are...are you sure, Maria?""Yes mum. Found him not twenty minutes ago," the maid whispered back.But even these hushed voices weren't enough to escape the ever-eavesdropping ears of Cecilia Campbell, who immediately dropped her fork onto her plate with a clatter. "Margaret! Did she just say Mr. Alderidge wasmurdered?" the woman cried out, a sea of gasps echoing behind her. "Was he one of those fun pagan gods, like Bacchus, or Venus? Or was he more the, you know...devil-worshipping, human-sacrificing kind?" “Well... it's my opinion that the burials found on this hill may very well have been sacrifices to this deity” Meriel answered Allie's question. “They're simply so... unusual. A mix of human bones alongside those of wild fauna, to an extent seen nowhere else. As if they were constructing bizarre hybrids in death, a unity of human and animal being. There was clearly some deeper purpose to it all, some religious meaning we can only guess at...” Her tone spoke of a pensive longing mixed with frustration.“But it's impossible to prove unnatural death without obvious injuries to the bone. Some of the bodies have fine marks on the cervical vertebrae, suggestive I believe of their cause of death... but such claims have a way of attracting controversy...”“Although I don't believe that this deity was solely concerned with death. More of a duality, in my opinion... death and rebirth entwined, creation and destruction” she explained, gesticulating meaningfully with her hand. “But… I don't thinkfunwould be the right word...” she added with a dry smile, before continuing her investigations.“Oh, I'm sure this one is just some kind of animal bone!” Meriel replied with a breezy reassurance as Allie recoiled from the knife. It was hard to tell for sure without a more detailed examination, but seeing the look of horror on Allie's face she thought it best not to concern her with such niceties....Spending the rest of the afternoon in conversation with Allie, Meriel was hardly aware of the time passing, and she was surprised to discover that a couple of hours had flown by when it had felt like only a few minutes, and it was nearly time for dinner already. She was hardly aware either as she returned to herguest roomthat she was paying more than the usual attention to her appearance as she prepared herself for dinner. As she brushed through her wavy blonde locks with just a little more care than usual, as she powdered her face, rouged her cheekbones, and re-applied her red lipstick with a perfectionist thoroughness. She didn't realize quite how long she was taking in trying to judge which of the dresses she'd brought would best flatter her figure, before she eventually decided on a pastel pink evening gownthat she decided was the prettiest she owned. She'd spent so long in fact that she was the last of the guests to come down.As Allie moved to join her, Meriel's eyes widened as her gaze was drawn to the dress she was now clad in. Clinging so tight to her slim figure with the neckline plunging low, the back even lower... it wasdaring... and seeing Allie wearing it was…doingthings to her... stirring desires she'd thought herself long free from...“That dress looks, um, quite fetching on you...” she complimented Allie, feeling a sudden shyness as her cheeks coloured a little pinker than the rouge alone had tinted them, a colour that didn't fade as she walked alongside her beautiful companion into thedining room, strikingly furnished in the most modern style. Not that she was able to pay any attention to the furnishings right now, when her admiration was focused on the woman she once again lost herself in conversation with...… that is, until their dinner was suddenly interrupted by the shocking announcement of Mr Alderidge's murder...“Where is he?” the Captain asked loudly as he rose from his seat.“Ah, um...” the maid glanced nervously back at Margaret, who seemed for a moment unaware of the others. Her gaze had fallen down to her plate with a look that seemed, more than anything, to convey a deep sadness...“Spit it out, girl!” he demanded insistently.“H-he... he's in the great hall, Sir!” the maid stuttered nervously.“Come on, man!” the Captain gestured vigorously to Dr Armstong, and the pair virtually raced out of the room, leaving a stunned silence behind in the dining room. Meriel gave Allie a meaningful look, before she too rose to her feet.“We had better follow them” she declared, having no desire to be left out of matters of such grave import. As she left the room alongside Allie the rest of the guests began to follow behind them. Meriel strode as fast as her long flowing dress would allow through the house towards the old medievalgreat halladjoining one side of the building. The Beaumonts had marked this grand and majestically imposing space out for their ballroom, but renovations to the old crumbling stonework had proved to be long and costly. The work was still unfinished, masonry scattered around just as it had been last year when the workmen discovered the bronze idol under the floor here. As they approached the entrance, Captain Ryan suddenly rushed over from within to stand in the doorway in front of them.“Ladies! This is not a sight suitable for those of a feminine constitution!” he told them with an imperious air. Glancing past the Captain, Meriel could see Dr Armstrong kneeling at the centre of the hall as he examined the body. It was hard to make out many details from here, but what shecouldsee made her eyes widen with shock and an immediate need to get a closer look...“Oh, get out of the way!” Meriel insisted with an impatient scorn, all but ready to shove the man aside as she rushed past him through the wide stone doorway into the hall. She hurried over to where the body lay, gaping in open-mouthed shock at the scene before her. Her blood ran cold as she felt her stomach twist and a feeling of nausea rising up, yet she couldn't help scanning every horrible yet fascinating detail as she stood in stunned silence. Mr Alderidge lay upon his back, a horrible red gash where his throat had once been, a wide pool of blood around it, staining his clothing and the stone floor a deep red. From this blood someone had painted three large spirals spreading out from around the body. A deer cranium without antlers had been laid over his face as if forming a crude mask, mercifully hiding his features. His hands were folded over his chest and clasped between them a sprig of oak. Around the corpse someone had placed four leg bones of deer, as if they were supernumerary limbs sprouting from its side. The whole scene was encircled by a ring of candles resting upon the stone floor, their flames still flickering.“Oh good lord!” Cecilia could be heard exclaiming with a shrill shock as the rest of the group caught up with them.“I believe he's been dead for a number of hours” Dr Armstrong announced with a grave but professional tone as he stepped away from the body, turning to the rest of the group. “Undoubtedly he died after his throat was cut... but there are signs of a head injury too. It would appear he was struck by some manner of blunt object” he concluded.“This... this arrangement... it's... it's just like the Iron Age burials found here...” Meriel announced in bewilderment. Someone had deliberately imitated those burials, she was sure of it... but why?“This iswitchcraft! Thecurse!” Cecilia announced in a tone that was not at all professional yet no less confident, and immediately the whole group broke into loud and panicked argument.“That knife we found...” Meriel turned to Allie with a hushed whisper, the wary concern in her blue eyes making clear the implications she left unstated.... Dinner had been going so well. Meriel was somehow even more gorgeous in evening wear, and Alliette was thoroughly enjoying herself by complimenting the archaeologist so frequently that Cousin Cecilia began to slip her dirty looks. The Beaumonts' cook continued to outdo himself on the meal, and the artist was convinced that the evening would have more than made up for the rather grisly afternoon right up until the shrieks of "Murder!" began to echo along the table.At the first mention, Alliette's gaze immediately locked with Meriel, sure her companion would have come to the same suspicious conclusions that were already formulating in the painter's minde. Back in the chapel she had been quick to accept the blonde's explanation that the strange knife was surely made out of animal bone, but that was more to soothe her own discomfort than anything else. And Charles...something had been wrong with him, she was sure of it. The redhead turned back towards Mrs. Beaumont, as if their hostess could explain this most unusual circumstance, but Margaret's face was blank and white as an unpainted canvas.Luckily Meriel was a bit more dynamic, and despite everything Alliette couldn't help but smile a little as she saw the brilliant energy immediately transforming her dinner partner from the blushing young lady into the confident genius she was quickly proving herself to be. Lifting up the skirt of her own gown just enough to ease movement, the painter was quick to follow the scholar, though she couldn't deny a gruesome sense of dread as the little crowd of onlookers made their way to the old hall.During her first tour of the house, back when the artist had initially arrived, she had been impressed by the great hall's soaring ceilings and the abundant light of the arched windows, and she had secretly hoped to extend her visit long enough for the masons to finish their work so she could take advantage of the wonderful working conditions. Alliette didn't think too much of Captain Ryan's warnings about female sensibilities; the man thought any subject more violent than gardens and needlework was inappropriate for the fairer sex. She was glad to see Meriel had just as little patience with the old soldier as she did, and the artist couldn't help but smirk as she followed the archaeologist past him, but a moment later she wished she hadn't."My God..." she gasped, seizing onto Meriel's arm and leaning heavily against her to keep from fainting. Alderidge might not have had the best reputation, but no matter how racist, sexist, and anti-semetic a man might be, he didn't deserve to be murdered like that. His throat had been cut, which was bad enough, but the perpetrator hadn't just left it at that. Alliette had hoped that the dark red spirals winding out from his rigid limbs might have been done in paint, but the smell reminded her too much of a butcher shop for that to possibly be true. The bones and deer skull only seemed to make it all worse, and the candles..."Who lit the candles?" the painter breathed into Meriel's ear, her eyes growing wide. "Everyone was together. You didn't even know where this place was, did you?" Alliette wasn't sure if the archaeologist had ever visited the Beaumonts' house before, but if she hadn't there was no way she could have found her way to the great hall and back in time for dinner and still get her gown and makeup so perfect. All of the other guests had been in one another's company for most of the afternoon up until it was time to dress for dinner, but could all of this have been set up so quickly in less than an hour? It just didn't seem likely to the artist.But then Meriel responded in a whisper that made Alliette shudder.“That knife we found...”"Charlie." The name caught in her throat, and she shook her head vigorously. "He wouldn't. Hecouldn't." But Mr. Beaumont was nowhere to be found, and only Margaret had claimed to see him at any point of the day, and even then no one had actually seen them together. Swallowing hard, she looked back towards the rest of the guests; at least, those that weren't busy calming the hysterical Cecilia."We need to call the police," she said as calmly as possible, although she couldn't keep the slight quaver out of her voice. At that exact moment, a roaring peal of thunder rattled the windows of the hall, making everyone jump and sending Mrs. Campbell running straight out of the hall, Mrs. Beaumont chasing after her cousin before she could get hopelessly lost in the mansion's endless corridors."It wouldn't do any good, Miss," Mr. Barnes chimed in sorrowfully. "The storm's got the road completely flooded out. I meant to go home after dinner, but my driver wasn't able to get through. Even if we call the police right now, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.""Shouldn't we still let them know? It cannot reflect well on the Beaumonts if there's an undeclared body in the house," suggested Professor Dupras, her soft Québecois accent surprisingly placid, although her expression was still quite shaken and she avoided looking directly at the body on the floor.After a bit of back and forth, it was agreed that the policeshouldbe notified, but ultimately it was a moot point: the storm had disconnected the phone. "Wonderful," Alliette muttered to Meriel once the party had evacuated back into the sitting room. Dr. Armstrong had agreed to tend to the body of Mr. Alderidge as best as he could given the circumstances, and eventually Mrs. Beaumont reappeared without her cousin, the latter having been administered a strong sedative and now confined to her bedroom."So what do we do now?" the artist continued, keeping her voice low and speaking to the archaeologist more than anyone else. With the doctor tending to matters in the great hall and Margaret still having no acceptable answer regarding her husband's whereabouts, there was no one else in the room whose judgment seemed both reasonable and trustworthy.Captain Ryan was certainly no help. "Now see here, Margaret. I think you ought to tell us where Charles is, or get him down here to answer some questions. It's his house after all, isn't it? That means it's his duty to provide his guests safe hospitality. What's he got to say about all this?"Mrs. Beaumont took a deep breath. "I have informed my husband of the situation. He is still not well and cannot leave his room at the moment. If you wish to leave--""Well we can't bloody well leave! Not with the roads in this condition!" the old soldier snapped. "I don't mean to lay any blame at your feet mum, or say either you or Charles had anything to do with that unfortunate business." His gaze did scan the faces of the rest of the guests though, and lingered just a little too long on Alliette's smiling mouth and seething eyes. "One of the workmen, you suppose?""It could be some local vagabond," Mr. Barnes volunteered. "Mrs. Guthrie up at Hedgewood said the other day she was missing a few sheep.""What was Alderidge doing in the old hall anyway?" Alliette asked, stepping forward and crossing her arms over her chest. "We didn't even know he'd arrived. Did he ever announce himself to you, Maggie?"Margaret shook her head. "No, I had no idea he was here," she said softly, not meeting anyone's eyes at first. She took a few deep breaths, and as if by magic a little housemaid appeared, pressing a glass of brandy into her lady's hand. Mrs. Beaumont smiled gratefully at the girl and took a drink, then forced herself to stand up straight and face hr guests. "I am very sorry this happened while all of you were guests under my roof. Once the storm has passed I intend to send Joshua into town to fetch the constable, and I've instructed Lucinda to keep trying the phone until we get a connection. I'm afraid there is nothing I can offer you for comfort at the moment, but if anyone is concerned for their safety I can have servants posted outside your doors through the night."This seemed to appease Captain Ryan somewhat, and he nodded sharply. "I suppose that would be all right for the women. You're no coward, are you Barnes?" he asked, jostling the smaller man sharply in the ribs."Perhaps we ought not to sleep alone," Alliette breathed, falling back to Meriel's side and casting a sidelong glance in her direction. "I've seen Maggie's servants, and I doubt they'd do much besides run screaming from a fight with a crazed killer. You, on the other hand..." She let the whisper die on the air, never meeting the other woman's eyes. As the remnants of their party tried to collect themselves in thesitting room, deeply shaken by what they'd witnessed this evening, Meriel sat deep in rumination, her chin resting upon her hand, her gaze turned downwards, tracing the geometric lines of the carpet, gold and silver over chocolate brown, a maze that drew in the eye and yet led nowhere...Her mind was filled with something that went far beyond her concern for Mr Alderidge- who she certainly wouldn't be shedding any tears for- and beyond even her concern for her own safety... this was all just so damnmysterious... and she justhadto work out what was going on here... not just thewho, but thewhy...“I find it hard to imagine a mere vagabond could be responsible for such an act” she spoke up at Mr Barnes' speculation. “Whoever did this, theyknewabout the burials here, copied them in every detail. I'd like to think my work has reached a broad audience but... that might be flattering myself too much...” she mused. “I suppose itcouldhave been one of the workmen… someone who'd been here to witness the excavations firsthand... but...” Meriel shot a sideways glance to Allie next to her, sharing a meaningful look with her. She felt she should mention their unsettling encounter with Charles down in the chapel, tell the others of that knife they found... but at the same time, something told her she shouldn't, some creeping suspicion she couldn't quite name...“In any case... this act may be the work of a deranged mind, but there's nothing random or haphazard about it. It all speaks to some... deliberate purpose. What manner of purpose, I don't know....” Meriel gazed down in thought again, just as another clap of thunder resounded through the room, making Margaret almost jump out of her seat.“W-well I... I'm sure the police will get to the bottom of things, when they arrive...” Mr Barnes stated, clearly unsettled.“And apprehend whichever villain is responsible!” Captain Ryan added confidently, the rest of the group nodding their agreement, though with rather less vigour.“Perhaps we ought not to sleep alone”Allie's suggestion made Meriel's heart flutter...“Well... the room I'm staying in is more than big enough for two... you're welcome to join me tonight...” Meriel nodded. “I mean, um, if you'd feel safer that way, of course...” she added quickly, realizing her words might have sounded a little too much like an invitation. That certainly hadn't been what she'd intended and yet... oh why did the thought of spending the night with beautiful Alliette sound so delightfully tempting... she realized that hot blush was spreading across her cheeks again as she gazed at Allie, suddenly feeling like she'd been gazing a little too long...“Well, I think I've had more than enough excitement for one day...” Meriel announced suddenly as she rose to her feet. She was eager to leave this unnerving and uncomfortable situation behind and retire to the peace of her room as soon as possible, and it seemed like the rest of the group were only too keen to disperse themselves as she bid her goodnights. “Let's hope this awful business will all be sorted out in the morning” she added as she turned to leave, with a polite smile that had little warmth to it.“My room's upstairs. I'll show you” Meriel smiled as she took Allie's arm in her own and led her up the grand staircase. Looking at Allie now, Meriel couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to her... she inspired something deeply...protectivein the blonde. She wanted to do all she could to keep Allie safe... and she wanted Allie tofeel like she was keeping her safe... and instead of leading Allie to the room she was staying in, she now took a left, leading her down a quiet little hallway to another part of the house, where the walls wereadornedwith all kinds of antique weaponry..."Charles showed me his little armoury last time I visited. He's quite the collector, you know... there are some exceptional pieces from all around the world..." Meriel stated as they walked closer. Most of the weapons in the collection looked familiar enough, but one case held a number of knives with an unsettling, even alien look to them, a discomforting mixture of jagged edges and spikes that looked menacingly lacerating, and curves and coils that looked somehow a littletooorganic...“I believe he said that one belonged to some manner of Tibetan cult” Meriel commented as she saw Allie looking at oneknifewhose pommel was adorned with skulls, their jaws open wide as if they were screaming fearfully. “Utterly fascinating piece. Though quite outside my own area of expertise. Rather macabre, I suppose..." she mused as she gazed at it. It had sparked her interest before as an intriguing historical curio, but in light of this evening's events it seemed to take on a decidedly more sinister air to it... and she couldn't help wondering exactly what kind of interest it had held for Charles...Meriel stepped back from the knives. They would offer some defence, but had little reach. She wanted something more effective. The antique matchlocks were positively useless. The longswords too heavy for her lithe, willowy arms to swing. Her gaze narrowed in on the weapon she felt best suited for her, stepping over to adisplayof antique sabres and rapiers...“I'm sure Charles wouldn't mind my borrowing just the one... given the circumstances...” she said as she reached out to take the rapier at the centre from its wall mount. "You know, I used to be a decent fencer in my younger days. It was the only sport that ever held much interest for me...” she stated, her eyes taking on that wistful look again for a brief moment, before they hardened with determination. “Of course, I may be a little rusty now, but... against a man with a knife, I'd fancy my chances..." she stated with her lips curling into a confident little smirk.After all, thatwasall they were facing here, no matter what kind of creepy rituals might be involved. Just another body of flesh and blood that'd bleed just as well as the rest of them. She tried to suppress the anxiety she felt. She wasn't going to let herself be frightened by mere psychological games. And after all she'd been through she'd be damned if she'd let some lunatic cut her throat. Or Alliette's. If the killer didcome for them, she would have to be ready to stop him...Meriel waited for Alliette to ready herself and gather whatever things she needed from her room before they went back to her own room... the silent emptiness of the long halls seemed somehow oppressive now, unsettling... and she felt a wave of relief as they entered her room, as she shut the door behind them and locked it quickly. Though she wasn't quite sure that whoever was responsible for the murder didn'talsohave a key...“Perhaps we ought to move this cabinet... just to be on the safe side...” she suggested, placing the sword down carefully on top of a shelf. She wondered if she was perhaps being a little too paranoid here... but with a murderer on the loose she reasoned it was better to be safe than sorry. The Beaumonts had spared no expense on the guest rooms, and most had bathrooms attached, so there was no need for the pair of them to leave until the morning.“That ought to keep out any undesirables” she nodded after the pair of them had shifted the cabinet in front of the door. “Well, I suppose I'd best get myself changed...” Meriel stated as she went into the adjoiningbathroom, just as opulently furnished as every other room she'd seen in the house, and reappeared some time later all ready for bed in hernightgown. The long garment covered most of her body, but left a deep triangle of ivory skin exposed at her neckline, the fabric rounding over the soft, slight contours of her breasts. “It has been quite a day, hasn't it...” she mused with a sigh that somehow seemed both weary and longing, gazing over at Allie as she sat herself down upon the comfortably soft red velvet of the bed. "Why, Miss Wells," Alliette whispered, a catlike grin twitching at her lips. "I do believe you're blushing. Not thinking anything improper, I hope?"Despite the murder, the artist had to admit certain lascivious ideas had crossed her mind as she looked over the form in the pale pink gown. If they were going to be up all night due to fear, after all, they might as well findsomethingproductive to do with their waking hours. Alliette even went so far as to brush her fingers against the back of Meriel's hand, just a lightning quick touch, but communicating all the energy coursing through the painter's body.She murmured her own excuses to the rest of the party and went to follow the archaeologist to her room, begging her to wait just long enough for her fetch a set of nightclothes from her own room. When Alliette emerged, she was still dressed in her evening gown, but she hugged a small bundle of suspiciously lacy garments to her chest, and had draped yet another kimono (this one sheer black, covered with intricate beadwork) over her shoulders. "Lead the way, my Amazon," the artist smiled, taking Meriel's arm and allowing her to lead her down a corridor she'd only passed through once before.To her creative sensibilities, Alliette had always thought the arms on the wall a bit excessive, but one did need to store a collection somewhere, she supposed. Some of them did have their aesthetic value of course, and she found herself staring at one particular specimen with a bizarrely curved blade and hilt adorned with skulls. She might not have thought too much of it if Meriel hadn't explained it's background, but the mention of Tibet made her think of one of the paintings she'd seen in old Mr. Pickman's house, the one of the ominous-looking monastery perched among snowy mountain slopes. "Tibet, hm?" Alliette murmured, raising her hand a moment as if to take the knife from the wall, then thinking better of it. Instead, she turned back towards the archaeologist with a raised eyebrow. "You are a veritable encyclopedia, you know that Merry? And a swordmaster as well, it looks like."The image the tall blonde cut was both amusing and attractive, and she rather reminded the artist of the heroes of the adventure serials at the movies. "I'd take one of the sidearms myself if I could be sure it wouldn't blow up in my face," she commented, pressing close to Meriel's side. "But seeing as I can't, I'm trusting you to protect us both, Miss Wells. My life is in your hands." Taking the one not holding the sword, the artist raised it to her lips a moment and kissed the knuckles lightly. She still kept hold of the scholar's hand as they entered into a comfortable if rather spartan chamber, noting it lacked the high ceilings of her own room, but perhaps without the floor-to-ceiling windows they'd have less to fear from outside.Releasing Meriel to change out of her clothes, Alliette began to remove her own garments and draping them lightly over a chair near the bed. When her companion for the night emerged, she would find the artist dressed in the same blackkimono,which with its short length would have been immodest enough, but underneath the redhead was dressed in a scandalously sheerteddy,her breasts practically on display and the skirt only one brush of the hand away from baring her taut behind.This didn't seem to bother the artist in the least of course, and while she still had a full face of makeup that needed to be removed, she instead sat beside the scholar, crossing and uncrossing her legs invitingly. "So at that boarding school of yours...was it like a pajama party every night?" Alliette asked, covering Meriel's hand with hers. "I was the youngest girl in my family, you know. My sisters were five and six years older than me, which meant they refused to ever have anything to do with me until I became rich and famous." The artist let out a little laugh. "But I had girl friends in the neighborhood that would spend the night sometimes. We would stay up all night, telling secrets and scary stories...and when we were old enough, we even practiced kissing."Reaching over, the redhead placed one finger under the scholar's chin, gently turning her face towards her. "You know, I might be a little out of practice myself. Do you mind?" she asked, but the answer didn't matter. A moment later, Alliette leaned over and gently pressed her lips to Meriel's. Her hand moved from the blonde's chin to her cheek, then gently began to run through her luxurious mane before the artist eventually pulled away."What do you think, a little rusty?" she teased, pressing her forehead to Meriel's. "You seem like quite the teacher, you know. I'd be happy to listen to any lectures you'd like to give me." “I do believe you're blushing. Not thinking anything improper, I hope?”Meriel could feel her face burning hotter as Allie teasingly called attention to the pink spreading across her cheeks. Clearly her improper thoughts were all too transparent... and yet from the grin spreading across Allie's pretty face, and the fingertips Meriel felt brushing her hand, she got the distinct impression that Allie welcomed those thoughts... and her heart beat faster...That pink returned to her cheeks as Allie kissed her hand. Admittedly, even the greatest of fencing masters would struggle with their footwork in a dress like this. And Meriel was certainly no master. But as she felt that press of soft lips against her knuckles, she decided letting Allie persist in holding entirely too high an estimation of her fencing talent would perhaps not be the worst thing in the world...“If anyone tries to lay a finger on you I'll have them begging for mercy in no time!” Meriel grinned with a playful confidence. She didn't really feel at all so assured, and yet... somehow it was easy to feel more confident when Allie was gazing at her like that...As Meriel came out of the bathroom she couldn't stop herself staring at the tempting glimpse of lace under that kimono, and as Allie joined her on the bed she really didn't know where to look."No, it... it wasn't like that, my school... I..." Meriel paused, blue eyes suddenly widening in surprised anticipation as Allie tilted her chin with a finger, as those luscious, dark-tinted lips drew in ever closer... and they fluttered shut when those soft lips pressed against her own, as fingers ran softly through her blonde locks, relishing this moment...When Allie pulled back a little, Meriel gazed back at her in silence for a moment, her ruby lips parted as her breath quickened with desire, ivory cheeks flushed a deeper red than ever, her pulse racing. She felt herself getting lost in those smoky eyes... Allie looked even more bewitchingly beautiful now in the soft glow of the lamps behind the bed, in that warm gentle light that infused this room and made their surroundings seem so very...intimate. In this room they were free from the gaze of others, free from stares and whispers. Unshackled from the staid and stifling conventions of society. Everything on the outside meant nothing in here. Even the storm sounded soothing now. It had grown more distant, lighting retreating over the horizon, the fierce assault of raindrops lashing the windows having diminished to a steady pattering, while the thunder was now a gentle rumble, calmingly low vibrations like the purring of a cat.There may as well have been no world outside this room. Nothing in all the world but two modern girls, alone together... and it felt as if they could do anything they wanted...…. so Meriel leaned in and kissed Allie right back... this time with a stronger passion, her tongue slipping inside Allie's mouth, exploring, entwining, as her hand came to rest on Allie's bare thigh, stroking gently along the silky smooth skin, lightly squeezing it... getting lost in the moment again, until finally she broke the seal of their lips...“I'm not an expert inallmatters, but... I do have a thirst for knowledge...” she purred, blue eyes smouldering with desire, her lips curling into an eager grin. She moved a hand to the neckline of Allie's kimono, gently peeling the fabric aside to reveal the enticing sight that lay beneath.“Well... now Iamhaving some improper thoughts...” Meriel grinned, her teeth grazing her lower lip amorously as she discovered the garment underneath concealed almost nothing. In fact the fine lace stretched over Allie's breast seemed to the blonde even more alluring than if she were merely naked, irresistibly drawing her gaze and stirring her arousal further. Her hand now moved to cup that exposed breast, giving it a light squeeze, feeling the soft flesh yielding to her fingers...Meriel wasn't sure how far Allie intended to go with this. She never would have imagined herself becoming so intimate with someone she'd only just met that day... and yet here she was, craving more, falling ever deeper under this beautiful woman's charm. She didn't know either what Allie would think if she knew everything about her past, if she'd still feel the same way if she knew what lay underneath her gown...But she was utterly absorbed in this moment... and she just wanted to let herself enjoy this consuming pleasure... sheneededit... Meriel was quickly proving to be a delicious enigma. At first glance she had appeared every bit the shrinking violet, yet when she spoke about the things that inspired her she could light up like a Christmas tree. At the same time, the way she blushed at Alliette's compliments, and the adorable way she'd stared at the artist's bare limbs reminded one of a schoolgirl just coming into her sexual awakening, while the way she kissed made Alliette think this couldn't have been the first time the scholar had been intimate with a woman. Her touch was a little hesitant, but far from unpleasant, and it was probably to be expected considering they'd only met that afternoon."That's the spirit!" Alliette grinned, shrugging back the kimono as her hands slid down to Meriel's waist. One hand began to fidget with the loose ribbon on the side while the other began to bunch up the unreasonably long skirt of the archaeologist's nightgown. Growling a little in frustration, she began to tug more fiercely, and was only silenced by the feeling of the blonde's hand on her breast. Letting out a soft groan, Alliette suddenly pushed the other woman sharply back on the bed, her own short garment making it much easier to straddle Meriel's slim stomach and force another kiss on her. Even through the thin fabric of her nightgown, it would be clear to the archaeologist that the artist was wearing absolutely nothing beneath the teddy.The artist rested her hands a moment on Meriel's shoulders, pinning her for a moment before sliding them downward until their fingers were tightly laced. "It's not nice to rile someone up like that if you don't want them to tear your pretty dress," she grinned after pulling away, beginning to kiss down the column of Meriel's throat. She didn't stop until her tongue grazed the edge of the collar, where she delicately took the lace between her teeth and tugged it aside until the blonde's creamy breast was fully on display. Tightening her grip on Meriel's hands, Alliette's tongue darted out and began to tease the little bud of her nipple, feeling it harden before taking it in her mouth entirely.She would have gone farther if a sudden peal of thunder hadn't made her jump a little, and a moment later the electric lights all flickered out. "Jesus Christ!" Alliette gasped, immediately releasing Meriel's nipple and sitting up. Letting out a rather nervous laugh, she let go of the scholar's hands and looked around the room, half expecting to see a fusebox somewhere on the wall. "Do you think the power went out for the whole house?" she asked, their previous activities all but forgotten now. Rolling off of Meriel, the artist moved over to the edge of the bed, suddenly being struck with the odd sensation they weren't alone.Swallowing hard, she tried to scan the room for anything out of the ordinary, but it seemed to be taking her eyes longer than usual to adjust to the darkness. She could make out the shapes of the chairs in the room, the cabinet barricading the door...and she jumped when she saw one particular silhouette during a burst of lightning, but realized a moment later it was just her own reflection in a mirror across the room. Letting out a nervous giggle, Alliette glanced back towards Meriel. "I suppose you must think me a big old scaredy cat, huh?" she replied, rolling closer to her companion. "Storms always make me jumpy though, ever since I was a kid. This one time. I--"Alliete's words died on her lips as she looked back towards the window. All of the external lights of the house had gone out with the rest of the power, and all she could see beyond the thick pane of glass was more blackness. And yet, she wassuresomething had moved. Then came another flash of lightning, briefly illuminating the trees outside, their branches outstretched on either side, like antlers.Antlers? Why had she thought of that? Thunder rumbled through the room again, and Alliette pressed closer to Meriel's side. It was her imagination, ithadto be. Who in the world would be standing outside the window in weather like this, and what would make them look like they had deer horns sprouting out of their head? No, it was just her nerves acting up again, remembering what she had seen in the chapel and mixing it with that horror in the great hall, then hallucinating the tall figure with the deer skull and the knife pressed against the glass."I'm...I'm sorry, Merry," she apologized in a whisper. "I don't mean to be a tease, or anything like that. But maybe we shouldn't be doing this. Not right now. I mean, with Mr. Alderidge and everything." The artist shuddered so hard Meriel must have felt her shaking beside her, but all the same she tried to smile at her through the darkness. "I forgot about him for a minute there, just because you're so beautiful and all, but now I can't get him out of my mind. Please don't be mad?"Her hands found one of Meriel's and clasped it between them. "Also, I really don't want to go back and sleep alone," she added with another anxious laugh. "Can I still stay?"

Sylvan Dread (Euphoria x Shiva the Cat)

Cosmic Marvel_ Earth 3113 (Out of Character Thread)

("In the wake of the Annihilation Wave, the Marvel Universe is in turmoil. The Skrull have been decimated and the Kree struggle against the malevolent collective of the Phalanx. The Nova Corps have been all but destroyed... pirates and worse roam the galaxy preying on the weak and wounded. Earth has it's own concerns and can't be bothered with matters beyond what it's citizens know. The galaxies need heroes... those who would do what they can to defend the downtrodden and helpless from their potential fates. Or perhaps you are doing what you know is best for the innocent with a heavy iron hand.Cosmic adventure awaits you"!This will be a group game using the old TSR Marvel Super Heroes Advanced System and is of an epic scale. Earthly concerns are nearly beneath characters of this magnitude. This is not, however an excuse to powergame as everyone should end up on relatively equal footing. Your characters will be exceptionally powerful. You'll be the Thors, Silver Surfers and Gladiators of the Marvel Universe, but there are many things which can be perilous even for beings such as you.A few things...1. Yes, there will be plot. Oh will there be plot.2. Your characters may not start in the same places. A given character might find him or herself in their own thread for awhile before they interact with any fellow PCs. I'll start your character out where it makes sense for them to start out based on the plot and your character's history. I promise you will have plenty to interact with if you begin the game in your own thread.3. We will be using character sheets to give us an idea of character capabilities. Sometimes dice may be rolled, but usually they won't. This is semi-freeform. I trust PCs to be able to work it out amongst themselves who would win in a conflict between them. With PCs vs NPCs, I will either have dice rolled or discuss with you via a PM how the fight is likely to go based on the comparison of stats and the tactics used in the battle in character. 4. Knowledge of the Marvel Universe is not required but it helps a lot. If nothing else you can always play a character who has no knowledge of the galaxies outside of his or her own planet.5. Feel free to be creative in your character backgrounds. Don't be afraid to tie into existing canon Marvel characters. I will have the final say whether a concept will work in my setting, but don't be afraid to ask!6. We will be using the old TSR Marvel Super Heroes Advanced rules to create characters. I suggest going to this site ( ( to download the books. They're free and I think it's a great system for superheroics. Click on "Other Stuff" then "Downloads" then "Advanced Game and Modules". I suggest DLing the Advanced Player's Book, the Advanced Judge's Book and the Ultimate Powers Book. Then click on "Other Stuff" then "Downloads" then "Netbooks and Enhancements" and grab the Ultimate Talents Book. That should be everything you need. 7. We will not be using the standard rolling method for generating characters. Instead, we will be using a point buy system. I do want people to create their own heroes rather than use existing canon Marvel characters.8. Ideally I'd like to have an equal number of female characters as males. 9. I want to see well thought-out posts. No one-liners please. If you're not willing to be descriptive in your writing, this game may not be for you... but if you like the cosmic hero genre and are willing to put your best writing foot forward, let me know and I'll do my best to help you realize the awesome concepts you no doubt have.10. There will be periods of "downtime" where characters may be in the same places together for social RP. Plot will still happen but I feel it's unrealistic and unfair to railroad everyone with constant in your face plot.This thread will deal with any OOC questions that folks in the game might have, or just to talk about how the game is going. Anything OOC really.Approved Character Sheets ( and Cutscenes ( Effigy: Hell on Earth (Josietta) ( Lost in Space ( Yays! NOTE: USE THIS PAGE'S CREATION GUIDELINES, AS THEY HAVE SOME ADDENDUMS THAT ARE NOT ON THE INTEREST THREAD. Many thanks to a friend (Mr Happy) who helped to make this creation system, and who runs quite an awesome game himself. I've slightly modified his system to work for this game.CREATIONThis creation system was derived by a really cool guy by the name of Carlos aka The_Rook (from offsite) from the creation system from the Marvel Phile article written by Dale Donovan. In my opinion this is a much better system than the random creation system as you can tailor your character absolutely to your concept.THE CREATION POINTSOr CPs as I’ll refer to them from here on out is a point buy system with a value given at the beginning of a game for the players to work from that is appropriate to said game’s level of power. In the case of this game the points given will be 2000 as this is a cosmic level adventure. I have found this number to be more than adequate to create a VERY powerful character. The max rank you can purchase for any trait, whether it be a Power or an Attribute (FASERIP) is Shift X. Note that if you feel a very high rank like Shift X is appropriate for an attribute or a power, there should be justification for it. Abilities like Reason in particular I'm really going to watch like a hawk. The smartest people on Marvel Earth (Reed Richards and Doctor Doom) have Amazing Reason. The smartest people in the galaxies (Thanos and the Watcher) have Monstrous to Unearthly Reason. Shift X Reason would be insane. I'm not saying you can't have it... but keep in mind what a Reason that high would mean. When you're that smart, everyone else can seem less than intelligent to you.CHANGESThe MSH rpg standard rules for creation do not apply when using the optional CP creation method: to whit, if a character was rolled up as a Random Mutant the typical +1CS (Column Shift) to Endurance and –1CS to Resources no longer apply.The same goes for selecting body types that normally have assumed powers or limitations with that form. Example if you were to choose an Ethereal Form as your body type as per the UPB you must purchase powers like Intangibility which would normally come for free with such a character. Essentially you pay for everything! There are no freebies, that’s just the price of total creative freedom.FASERIPNow its time to buy your physical and mental stats. This is a point for point buy, in other words if you want 75 (Monstrous) Strength you’ve spent 75 CPs to get it. Adding up your Health and Karma will allow you a quick count of how many CPs you’ve spent thus far. But I caution you not to blow all your CPs here, there’s still a lot of character creation yet to be done. Note there will be a cap of 150 for any stats or Power Ranks (Power Ranks will be discussed further down).RESOURCESResources are a very versatile asset in this game, so keeping that in mind Im going to make you pay for the privilege. Resources will cost double CPs. For example 50 (Amazing) resources will cost 100 CPs. Note: If you want to own your own starship you'll have to have at least Amazing Resources. Ships costa a lot of galactic credits to own and maintain.POWERSNow to the good stuff eh? Ok all powers in the Advanced Players Book, Ultimate Powers Book and its Addendas are fair game. Also if there are any powers from any of the supplemental material, Marvel Philes or even the original Players Book that interest you point them out to me and I’ll make a ruling on whether or not you can use them or not. The same goes for any “original/custom” power you might have in mind. Run it by me for pre-approval. Now each power costs 10 CPs just to buy the power itself (we’ll get into Ranks in a bit). If a power is starred * that power will cost you double or 20 CPs and 2X the rank (this is because starred powers as rather powerful and even in the standard creation rules accrued an additional cost to purchase). Powers that have no Rank attributed to them (like Circular Vision) will cost a flat 30 CPs to purchase.One more point, this in conjunction with your FASERIP stats are the heart of your character, try not to be random in your selection just for the sake of being a super powered Swiss army knife (unless that is your concept), go for a theme here, make your character make sense. As an RPer and for me your GM it will make the game run far more smoothly as we’ll both have an idea of what you are going for in the long run with your character. I find it helps to create your origin first and go from therePOWER RANKSNow that you’ve got powers, just how strong are they? You decide but remember the is a point cap of 150 per power. The rank like your FASERIP is a point for point buy so if you want Fire Breath at 100 (UN) you’ve already payed 10 CPs for the base power purchase and now you pay 100 more CPs for the 100 (UN) rank.TRAVEL POWERSGiven the epic nature of this game Travel Powers may be purchased at Shift Ranks for 20 CPs + 1/10 the Rank number. For example 500 (Shift Z) Hyper Running would cost a grand total of 70 CPs.Class Rank Travel Powers will cost 20 CPs + 1/10 the Rank number. So Class 3000 Flight would cost a total of 320 CPs.This is a VERY generous ruling, don’t abuse it! Don’t take every Travel Power in the book, pick ONE. Additional Travel Powers will be paid for in the usual manner. So don’t think you can buy a Shift Rank and a Class Rank Travel Power without paying through the nose for one of them!UNIQUE WEAPONS & EQUIPMENTThe cost structure for creating unique items goes as follows:10 CPs base cost plus 1.5 CPs per rank number of the item’s highest rank.Say you want to create a blaster rifle that has the following attributes:Range: 20 (EX) Damage: 100 (UN) Material Strength: 50 (AM)You would pay a total of 160 CPs (10 base cost plus 100 x 1.5 for the UN Damage)Items with multiple powers will have to pay an additional cost per power: ie; a gun that that fires radiation beams and lightning bolts would pay an additional 1.5 CPs x the Rank of the extra power.COSMIC WEAPONS & EQUIPMENTDue to the nature of this game Im going to deviate from the normal CP method of creation here as this is a cosmic level game. Ok so you want Thor’s Hammer do you? Or Cap’s shield or maybe Wolverine’s claws/skeleton or any other impossibly strong or enchanted item that has a Class or Shift Rank to it here’s how you pay for that.Base cost is 20 CPs plus 2x the cost of any powers the item possesses. In addition you will pay 1/10 the cost of the Material Strength of the item be it a Shift Rank or a Class Rank.For example an unbreakable sword (Class 1000 Mat. Str.) that does 100 (UN) Edged Damage and shoots lightening at 50 (AM) rank would cost 20 CPs base plus 100 CPs for the Class Rank 200 CPs for the Edged Damage and 100 CPs for the lightening. That’s 420 CPs!!! But hey, that’s the price of power. Thor’s hammer don’t come cheap kiddies.LIMITATIONSOk things are looking grim, you’re running out of CPs but you want some more powers of higher power Ranks, what are you to do. Well you cripple yourself of course! Note this is COMPLETELY optional. However if you choose this option you can recoup some CPs. Now the amount is dependant on the severity of the Limitation/Weakness/Quirk chosen. For example a power that only works during the daytime is an 20 (EX) Limitation and will recoup you 20 CPs for your trouble (the EX rank for that limitation comes straight from the Advanced Players Handbook). Weaknesses and such not covered in the core books will be assigned a Rank by yours truly. Feel free to PM me about any questions regarding this. Note, you can give yourself as many Limitations as you want for character flavor but you will only be getting points back for the highest ranking Limitation you’ve saddled yourself with. So be creative and make it a good one.TALENTSTalents can be very useful attributes and are CHEAP! Combat Talents (Fighting and Weapon Talents) will cost 10 CPs each, all other Talents will only cost 5 CPs.CONTACTSWho do you know? Contacts can be used to both flesh out your history and can even serve as a useful tool in certain circumstances. Contacts will cost 5 CPs per contact with a maximum of 5.ORIGINSOk now its time to tell me just who and or what you are. Cosmic beings run the gamut from incredibly powerful mortals to aliens and even gods! Be creative! You can be as brief or elaborate as you like just as long as you accept that the less you put in here the more free reign I have in interpreting things in game for your character to have experienced. That doesn’t mean I'm going to bend them to my will by any means but it gives me some sway. If you don’t flesh out your character in time I will. So if you don’t like that idea be comprehensive, plus I’ll award Karma for well written or compelling histories.SUBMITTING YOUR CHARACTEROk so now that you’ve finished all you have to do is PM me your character for my final approval. ------------------------------------------------ADDENDUM:-Powers that have no rank such as Immortality and Circular Vision cost a flat 60 CPs. -Invulnerabilities also cost 60 CPs. Ie, Invulnerability to Fire/Heat or Cold would cost a mere 60 points. -If you want a power to do something special that would not be considered a power stunt, talk to me about it. I usually just tack on an additional 100 CPs for such unique versions of powers. ((Reposted here for convenience))CHARACTER SHEETName:Nom De Guerre:Sex:Height:Weight:Hair:Eyes:Place of Birth: Current Nationality:Known Relatives:Current Occupation:Current Place of Residence:Affiliations:Hobbies:Quote:Origin of Powers: Strength Level: FIGHTING: AGILITY: STRENGTH: ENDURANCE: REASON: INTUITION: PSYCHE: HEALTH: KARMA: RESOURCES: POPULARITY: COMBAT STATS:POWERS: LIMITATIONS:UNUSUAL FEATURES:EQUIPMENT:TALENTS:HISTORY: Yikes, 2000 points is even more than I realized. It's going to be tough finding a coherent theme to work with... It is quite a bit, but remember that you guys are going to be on the Thor, Beta Ray Bill, Gladiator and (Almost) Silver Surfer levels. Characters who are the champions of entire planets or races, for example. I am okay with it, I think I am putting together an ambassadorial type that will shepherd his people into a new future. Almost like the guardian 'Streak' created by our own LunarSage. The points are allowing for some seriously solid stats but some good background as well in the form of talents.Game on! When I actually get to feeling better I plan a superior version of Tony Stark/I ron Man. Until then, I do have a plan ready but it is just a matter of getting it together. I know how you feel, V. I have chosen myself an alien enough concept that my lack of character posting is merely a reflection of applying hard and fast rules to an intangible idea, one of which hasnt even fully solidified in my own brain, let alone what they can and cant do.Thus far, I have about a 1500 pt character, but had not weighed him in as a protector of his people, so I need to rewrok some of the aspects and I may even hand over a sheet short of a full 2k just so Lunar can tweak my concept with his exceptional embodiment of this rule system. Looks like things are moving along at a nice pace. I'll post completed character sheets as they come to me.Oh and I added a new thread... Preludes and Cutscenes ( to give a glimpse of plot to come. :-)I hope everyone's looking forward to playing as much as I'm looking forward to running this, hehe.EDIT: I added the first IC thread here ( Note that the first post I give to introduce a character will be the closest that I will -ever- come to "god modding", but if you'd prefer that I don't even do that much talk to me and we'll work something out for your intro that you'll be happy with. We are still doing this right? We are indeed. I don't recall if I didn't get back to you in a PM or not... if I dropped the ball I apologize. Did you want me to write up a more advanced sheet idea for you with the 2000 points based on your concept that you can look over?This offer goes out to anyone in the game, by the way. You already did for the most part I was just wanting final confirmation to see if everything was alright. Oh yeah. Everything is fine as far as I know. Folks are just working on their characters at the moment so it seems deader than it really is. :-) Lol it's all good. Anyway, I did ask about possible vision modes I might be able to attach to the armor but otherwise I loved it. I understand if there isn't enough points and all, but was just curious all the same. The reason I made the "Sensors" power a double power is that I envisioned it having multiple types of vision and detection modes. Feel free to have it encompass everything from Low Light Vision to Thermographic and Infared as well as various energy detection powers with a Heads Up Display all rolled into one. I'm not terribly worried about it. After all, Iron Man has an advanced sensor suite so you should be able to as well. Ah, I was wondering on that but I didn't want to assume anything lol. Thanks Lunar and now you set my mind at ease a bit with that. The only other thing I can think of off hand is possible Affiliations, but given the fact from the first IC post I saw the world seems to have gone to hell in a hand basket due to the Sentinels and all they entail. My lack in knowledge of in depth Marvel junk is showing I know lol. Actually that first IC post was of an Earth from an alternate future a la "Days of Future past". Effigy actually traveled through time and dimensions to the normal Marvel universe... well as close to the normal Marvel Universe as one can expect. :-) Lol alrighty, I thought so but again didn't want to assume anything. Wouldn't surprise me though if those damn machines came after us in our own universe though, but that's a thought for later. Suffice to say, I have some research to do for possible Affiliations for my good man Alexander Ripley Vergilus lol. Just remember that contacts, whether they be individuals or groups cost 5 CPs each with a maximum of 5 contacts. Alrighty. I doubt they'll be many to warrant worry and all, but if I go over I can edit as needed no problem. It's all but done otherwise though so if you wanted to post it up as it stands it wouldn't bother me any. Just PM me what you have and I'll streamline it and post it up. Did you go over the points? I haven't actually tallied up everything but I only added like one affailation so I doubt I have to worry. About the only other thing I could think of is being bound to the military and all thanks to his weapons and all that, but beyond that I just added one tie to the X-Men as I said in the PM I sent your way.I looked up several groups in this Marvel universe and my head feels like it's ready to pop thanks to all the information most of them have under their name lol. So I just decided to keep it simple. I almost have my race written up, The Hydrans.I need a galaxy that I cam make my own warped version of reality, anyone have any good source material be it real or fictional?It is preferably at the edge of our universe and it needs to be a spherical galaxy that has a massive supernova'ed star cluster that pushed the rest of the stars out into a ring orbit. The nova then collapsed inwards on it self to form the largest existing singularity in the known universe. The rest of the outer galaxy now orbits the singularity at an incredible rate of speed. Material is still pulled in the singularity while large cluster star groups hold each other out with their own conflicting gravity wells ala igloo engineering.I saw your true flight on streak was huge, Lunar, how many points can I take here? Just a heads ups, my posting/character creating going to be a bit slowed these next two weeks as I have work three days a week (8:30am to 5pm), class five days a week (6pm - 10pm), and homework anytime I have a spare moment :P Definitely still in this though, and I apologize for any inconvenience. I am going to go intermediary for Cassi on the character build, as per her permission, Lunar. We have her character up by the same time mine is done, her posting may be slow, but we have that part done! I am talking about it now with her on skype. Aye, he has my permission to fuss with the build of my character, as he knows what I want to see from her/in her. Plus ... his brain functions a lot better than mine at 5:30 in the AM @_@ Its McD's fault! Overnights are a biatch!Lunar:Life Water:Life water is how this home world survives. It can be abused. Only a NPC of exceptional Karma (+360) can channel it. A character with an endurance of 100ish and below 361 karma will be able to pass life waters as a poison successful fortitude type check vs death. Cassi wants the life water to be her diety, thus the water is the goddess, ie celtic myth, the earth goddess. The water is a part of the goddess, regardless of distance from the home world. Cassi's corvette level class vessel will have non her world class biologicals rooms that are sealed off from the rest of the ship. Her and her crews quarters will be an all immersive fish tank of life water, which of course is a part of the goddess. all of Cassi's crew will be a high point total to be determined by the gm for a substantial weakness to off set. This immersion in the goddess will provide in game clerical powers over non living water. Cassi's race will be clerical on the chart, given powers. See yeah ... you blow my mind. You come home from work all mentally hyper and busting with ideas. I come home from work and it's like ... *_* ... brain ... mush. But yes, what he said exactly, I just don't have the +5 to mental fortitude to put it down in words atm, thankfully we share a brain ;D Secondly:Cassi's corvette level craft is escorted by a destroyer class carrier with 72 fighters and two support level frigates for fire support, and 12 patrol class gun boats for CAP over watch.I need to know what that is about in points so I can design them.PS EDIT STAT:I will NPC the commander of her little escort fleet. I dont have the patience to do his eyes, please use creative thought process and see his eyes as pure platinum orbs and of course the hair and skin features.( SHEET of AetherName:Aery'nNom De Guerre:He has no pseudo identity amongst his own, out side of his galaxy, he is known as Ether.Age:423Sex:MaleHeight:6' 6"Weight:118 lbHair:Platinum with crimson gold streaksEyes:Platinum OrbsPlace of Birth:Within the Anu'lyssian Galaxy.Current Nationality:HydranKnown Relatives:Aery'n's family perished shortly after year zero.Current Occupation:MilitaryCurrent Place of Residence:Anu'lyssian GalaxyAffiliations:His people?Hobbies:Stellar Cartography, Astronomy, ExplorationQuote:"Don't count us out yet."Origin of Powers:MutantStrength Level:Aery'n is about as strong as his people get at a 25.FIGHTING:30AGILITY:150STRENGTH:20ENDURANCE:150REASON:100INTUITION:150PSYCHE:150HEALTH:350KARMA:400RESOURCES:25POPULARITY: Need help with this one.COMBAT STATS:I need help with this area as wellPOWERS:Life Support: 100Cosmic Awareness limited to Hydran Lifeforms: 100Radiational Lifeform: 100Radar Sense, limited to radiological out/input: 100Absorption Power, limited to radiation, symbiosis emission : 115Radiation Emission, linked symbiosis to absorption: 150Iron Will: 150True Flight: 1000LIMITATIONS:Listed above w/ powers. Weakness listed above via vendetta.UNUSUAL FEATURES:Other than the fact that Aery'n is an alien, he looks normal per his race as they have existed. But to add to this, the Hydrans are very slight and tall. They have joints that move in many different directions compared to humans.There will be a higher combination of platinum as a naturally occurring element within there physiques gaseously and corporeal that represents their karmic score and tune them into the cosmic awareness of their race. Overall, the physiques will be colored graphite and platinum with hair ranging to crimson gold streaked carbon black to the same of platinum. The hero will have platinum hair streaked with crimson gold. His skin will be evenly flecked graphite carbon and platinum. His eyes burn ultra violet and the whites of his eyes are platinum.EQUIPMENT:None.TALENTS:Zero G Combat: 10, Marksman (Radiation Emission): 10, Martial Arts A: 10, Physics: 5, Negotiation: 5, Intelligence: 5, Stealth: 5, Blending:5, Quick Striking: 10, Astronavigation: 5, Astro Physics: 5, Atomic Physics: 5, Cartography & Stellar: 10, Chemical Engineering: 5, Energy Physics: 5, Particle Physics: 5, Phenology: 5, Spectroscopy: 5, Radiation Astronomy: 5, Radio~Biology: 5, Radiological Physics: 5, Singularities: 5HISTORY:The HydransHistory, Physique, Evolution:The Anu'lyss were a technologically avoiding race of 6 billion strong spread across the entirety of their galaxy. The settling of new worlds involved the advanced evolution of gaseous Anu'lyss, later named Hydrans since their single strongest molecular link in gaseous form was with a one for one combination of hydrogen to other rare elements. They were able to travel to every length their galaxy provided and created colonies in every world they formed. 60 planets strong, the Anu'lyss thrived to the extent of their existence.101 years before year zero, an entity came to their galaxy seeking worship. It was theorized that due to a lack of any apparent technology, that the entity deemed the Anu'lyss easy prey. They would not bow, however. The entity made many displays of awesome power and shed their blood freely, trying to subvert them to its demands. It was further deduced that this entity, in a final act of vile cruelty, destroyed their galaxy, though by what means, was uncertain.The Hydrans have an overbearing and all consuming hatred for the entity. They have consumed nearly all their energy in trying to find information on this beings identity so that they can finally have retribution. This weakness, as it were, results in 75cp given back to any character interested in playing a Hydran.Then the disturbing report came from the astrophysical lab. The core of their galaxy was going to go supernova in a 100 years time max, probably a lot sooner. There was no way to survive the event unless they were able to evolve into a gaseous form. A once highly selective board began to turn to any who showed any possibility of transformation so as to preserve as much of their numbers as possible. The government turned its cash flow back to the people and sponsored over 70 percent of the galactic wide schools to help to transition to survive. It became a galactic wide campaign before year zero began.It was the eruption of the corp galactical star spawnery that irradiated all life and corporeal formats within the Anu'lyss' galaxy. Within a 100 years, it collapsed into singularity status, further crushing any attempts at corporeal habitation nulling out all liveable planets with mass radiation exposure.The Hydrans survived. They could attain Gas Power level format, 75 points and above.6 million survived of 6 billion. They held on, though everything in them told them to give up. They survived.Physics giants with a intuitive lean towards Radiation research, they quickly learned to adapt to their new formats indefinitely, though the start of this game finds them at one million strong now. They have learned, however, to save the life force of an entity within a lesser gaseous state within the orbit of the largest universal blue phase pulsar, life after death. There is a dedicated scholar who chronicled all historical events before year zero within a convent of fellow priests. The order still trains recruits as they come and add them to the number.The race has an innate form of Cosmic Awareness that is limited to the collective consciousness of their race. As such, the possibility for overload at a 360 karma is minimal, especially since it is not so random as asking the cosmos a question.They are able to manipulate (offense) and control (absorption for food and energy to power emissions) radiation, in any of their existing formats.They have a long life span long enough for them to have survived 400 years in a gaseous format. Cassiopeia: No problem!Aether: Your race looks good... though fair warning, if you want True Flight at the fastest possible speed, that will be Class 5000 with instant acceleration and that will cost you 610 CP.As far as Cassie's character's starfleet, I have to ask if she's royalty or something. For having such a fleet at her disposal she's going to need Resources of at least Unearthly if not Shift X.I have no problems with you NPCing ger Commander. As far as points for the fleet, she just needs the resources. Fair warning though... anything can happen in game. She'll have the resources to replace the fleet should something happen to it and I won't just casually have something bad happen to it but there is always the chance that somethingcouldhappen... Got your sheet posted, Vergil... You do, where? Or do you mean to say you want me to post it up? Just asking since I'm only now just getting home from an eye doctor appointment and all lol. Right here ( hope that your appointment went well, Virgil. Ah cool, and love Streak by the way. My appointment went well but they had to dilate my eyes so my eyesight is still a bit wacky at the moment. Otherwise though I don't need a new prescription thankfully, but my glasses I have are totally about as worthless as an old pair of torn up gym socks so I'll be getting new glasses soon hopefully lol. Thank you! :-) I hope to get Streak published one day. I've commissioned an artist friend to do the 22 page comic plus cover already. If folks have any interest I'll share the pages he's been working on thus far...I'm glad there's nothing seriously wrong and I hope you're able to get your new glasses soon. I don't even know where my glasses are anymore. I should be wearing them for night driving but I'm kinda stubborn and lazy in that regard, hehe. Very cool Lunar, I hope it works for ya my friend. I didn't take a look at the girl since by then my eyes wanted to bug out of my head lol, but from the little I've seen she looks promising as well. And as far as my glasses go, I have a game on preorder at the local mall and they have a Bard Optical up there so we just plan to get em both together when the game comes in lol. So it works out for me quite nicely. Dead Space 2 before anyone asks. I'll try and get your prelude written soon, Vergil. When I do I'll link it via the first post in this thread. Hey, no worries Lunar. Take your time my friend but I am looking forward to this though I will say that lol. Are we all getting separate threads until we meet up or what's the deal? Just curious. *Points to number 2 in the main post of this thread*"2. Your characters may not start in the same places. A given character might find him or herself in their own thread for awhile before they interact with any fellow PCs. I'll start your character out where it makes sense for them to start out based on the plot and your character's history. I promise you will have plenty to interact with if you begin the game in your own thread".Hmmmm I think I should add something else to that list.10. There will be periods of "downtime" where characters may be in the same places together for social RP. Plot will still happen but I feel it's unrealistic and unfair to railroad everyone with constant in your face plot. Okay, so true flight we are not limited in points spent upon. I was just checking.Also, you are right, I knew as much last night, I was being greedy wanting Cassi to have a fleet of ships.... I shall design her one crazy beast o ship that has some crew and some alien quarters aboard as per her specs. Well True Flight (for instant acceleration) costs an additional 100 CPs, if that's what you were asking.Sounds good about the ship! I wasn't about to limit her on that but I'll admit I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of a PC with access to a war fleet. Ah, my bad lol. Must have missed that part, but I thank ya for answering the question my friend. I also see where you're coming from on the whole post thing and so I ain't complaining, and developing plot is always a good thing in my book but in most RPs there is not a lot of chance to just sit back and relax in the penthouse or shaceship or whatever it is you have on hand lol. Okay, pretty sure my character lay out is all good, you mentioned being able to work the character sheet for us if we felt daunted and I am quite frankly, daunted. I will be working nights for the rest of the month managing a wayward night crew at McD's. So please, bare with me!Lunar, I would like to put this proviso out concerning the being that destroyed the Hydran's galaxy. They were looking for worship and tried to wow a simply looking people that had populated much of their galaxy. The symbiotic tie in of the Hydran's made several billion strong a good goal to achieve some infused prayer power. This baddie will be able to feed on that, but in denial, the Hydran's politefully decline a new god/dess, so he destroys their galaxy with a supernova at the heart of their galactic sphere, which he later revisits and pushes the burning cauldron in the heart of the galaxy into a singularity. She would need to be able to pull that off power wise and have that sort of mindset. I know little enough about marvel to pick the right baddie. Quote from: Aether on 18-01-2011, 21:54:31Also, you are right, I knew as much last night, I was being greedy wanting Cassi to have a fleet of ships.... I shall design her one crazy beast o ship that has some crew and some alien quarters aboard as per her specs.What cracks me up is that I didn't even want the fleet *giggles* I'd much rather have a bad ass ship! I think this game is just going to be amazing! ::) Vergil, I posted your prelude here ( Oh cool, thanks Lunar. I'll get a post going soon hopefully. Good morning! I hope everyone is well today. Well, but busy studying *mutters and throws a baby carrot* How are you, our most illustrious GM? Heh, carrots...I'm doing fairly well. Glad to have some IC going on. It's shaping out to be a fun game. :-)I hope everyone else is doing good. Are there only three of us? I started posting again last night, so I should have a character up soon. There are actually 5 or 6 players... not everyone has been active on the OOC thread. It's all good though. Folks will get into the swing of things soon. :-)Thus far we have:AetherCassiopeiaJosiettayasarraVergil1989With another female possibly in the works.Hrm... It's shown me that we need more guys. Like one more. Oh dear. Have I been dropped from the game for my slowness?(In retrospect, I'd understand if I was. It's been way too long.) D'oh! No, you haven't been dropped. I just spaced, sorry Jefepato... it has been awhile since I heard from you.If you still want a spot it's yours. :-)EDIT: Good morning, everyone! How's your Sunday going so far? *waves to all her fellow comicgeeks* hiyas darlings! I apologize, I finish 4 overnights in a row tonight, am off tomorrow all day. My character is complete nutts and bolts, but I need to put some flesh to him.Sorry for the delay. I am so freakin tired...D: No worries Aether! I hope real life stops kicking your ass soon. That can be rough.EDIT: Vergil, I will get you another post out there soon I promise. I don't want you getting too far ahead of the others though so I'm slowing the pace slightly... once everyone is in and posting I will be more on top of things. *Waves to Josi*Hey hey!Just a heads up, I'm still strong on the idea of running this game. I'm just waiting for word back from some folks about characters and we'll be good to go! :-) Yeah, I beat my muse into submission on my primary game where I am chief engineer and posted moments ago. This writing up of a background, etc is so taxing. Bear with me, I expect to have something up today.Then we can get Aery'n's story going. Just letting y'all know I'm still around ::) Sorry I haven't gotten anything up yet but between work and school my muse has just been comatose. After next week thinks should slow down *crosses fingers* and I'll hopefully be working on my character asap. I am still very much excited about this story though ;D No worries, everyone!Virgil I should have another post out to you today hopefully. Sorry for the delay. Good thing I don't know how to hold my breath or I would have passed out hours ago lol. Got your post up. :-) Aether, your character sheet is posted in the character sheet thread. I have neither forgotten about you guys or forsaken anyone, I swear! Virgil I will be getting another post to you in the next day or so and once the others are started it'll become more frequent. *is a bad girl and should probably be spanked* I was uber sick for 2 weeks and am now catching up on things.. slowly.. and with classes that just makes it worse.. but! i am planning a post this week! I am slaved to overnights again this week, last minute add because our overnight manager has to take care of his wife post delivery.I still have about half of my characters bio written and will be working on it steadily.Then I will help get Cassi's up and running. You're so good to me! *snogs Aether* I shall be attempting to work on it with him in my spare time, it's just going to be a difficult few weeks for me with having to move :P Character BioAery'n was born to Aly'xander the Third and Ily'xia in BZ 23 [Before yearZero]. Both parents were gifted Hydran evolutions of the Anuly'ssian Breeding Effort to produce their current state. They were both ranking board chairs answerable only to their commander and chief, who was also the supreme leader of their race. Both matched him in every way and yet he had the best of both worlds, and the worst.Da was headstrong and charismatic. He was gifted with an innate control of all forms of radiation, he could melt nearly everything in his path with a focused blast from his eyes. He had also mastered the ability to see with his radar awareness to search short areas around himself. This gave him a very heads up control of any tactical situation that called for out right brutality. He also ran a high risk, high yield comradely crew of excavation artists that had his same powers, all Hydran. He loved his son in the only way one like himself could, from a distance. He was never anything but kind, stern only in the gravest offense, never violent. He had a soft side towards his son and was very protective, but not towards anyone else outside his three person family. Out side of that he was a cold and cunning negotiator that got max profit for his excavated ores from deep space. A sharp and witty business man that had a soft spot for his wife and son.Ma was passionate and an encourager. She had that healing touch to her powers along with the ability to detect any radiation source to a great distance. She was also the most gifted of their kind in her cosmic awareness and her radiation absorption. Because of the families reliance on radiation, it mad his ma the perfect mix of healing and balance. Aery'n, even as a late teen, was often cuddled up with her with a bowl of popped ury'aal [Pop corn to you non-Anuly'ssians] watching a vid. She was the perfect counter balance to the fathers distance~ness and long out of system jobs, the embodiment of the idealistic nurturer.Both parents maintained their genetic control over their development and progressed in their skill levels at a even and zen like state, always devoting all their time to each of their strengths. Doing so required an iron will, something that only a handful of other Hydrans possessed in such rich abundance. This made them the optimum pairing for a super mutant. And out came little Aery [only known to his long dead parents] with all the strengths of both parents and with an increased developmental curve that was unheard of.Aery'n was raised in what was the model family setting in the entire of the multi~verse, all social abnormalities admitted and judged on a universal scale. He was spoiled, loved, and given a platinum ticket on life. He went to the elite school. He never lingered on a whim, because soon enough, it was in his hands. He was of the utmost humility though, and never lived beyond his needs.He was also brought up through the Elite Rangers training regiment overseen by the Breeding Effort. They honed his powers to a fine control and immense power afforded him by his parents passed on genetic code. He was the pinnacle of modern evolution and the strongest that had ever been of their race. They called him the Kwisatz Haderach, the one that had always been. Aery'n felt it was all a bit superstitious and that their amassed scientific knowledge amply provided for his existence. His people came near to deifying him. He refused this. The Breeding Effort agreed with him and sent him to the furthest stretches of the know galaxy solo, when only one could be afforded to go. This kept him out of the public eye, more of a whisper, a mere rumor that existed in bed time tales.Then came year zero.Aery'n, along with most of the Hydrans, formed some sort of containment of the impending super nova to aid his people. This 'alien' shield would give their race more precious time, which they had so little. The strongest of the strong were the closest to the epi~center, Da, Ma, himself... Along with most of the founders of the Hydrans. His family formed the first line of defense.Of his Da and Ma, only he had survived.The rest of this epic tale will unfold for you in this, the life of Aery'n I like it! *thumbs up*I'll get that added to your sheet today and once Cassie's sheet is done we'll get you guys started. I've decided to tie you two and Vergil's character together in the same place to start. Vergil, thank you for your patience.Josi, I should have a post for you soon as well. Feel free to take what has been given you for Cassi's character and generate a sheet, if you can. She will have no problem bringing to life the character, the nuts and bolts is a bit harder to digest.Of course, Cassi, if you want to throw out here what talents your character has, etc, that may help. I think I may remain mildly mysterious for now :P As always your confidence in me is flattering ^_^ But yes, a generated character sheet will help me immensely, and then I can go into creative mode for bio and planet and all that, that's much more my forte. Thank you all so much for your patience, I hope my character proves to be worth the wait ::) It's cool Lunar, but I was curious what was going on since we don't seem to be moving much lol. Update: Still getting the last sheet worked out with a player and then we can get this party started again. :-)You guys think 4 players are enough for now? I haven't heard from anyone else in awhile. I'm absolutely fine in a small group if that's how we start. I do hope we haven't lost anyone though. I have a final tonight so I'm doing massive amounts of studying currently. My hope is that since tomorrow all I have is a dr's appointment I can really finish the spit and polish process, I already have all the ideas and concepts in my brain it's just a matter of fleshing it out to make sure it works. Thank you to everyone for your patience, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it right now! Ah no worries Cass. RL comes first in all things compared to simple things like this lol. Good luck on the final and hope everything checks out on the doctor's appointment. *happy dances over her sheet being posted* Her history will be coming soon as well, but I'm so glad the essentials are up finally! ;D And thanks, Vergil. Sadly after having crammed all day my final was postponed to tomorrow -.- so now I have to cram yet again! *mutters* So, two finals, two days in a row, both after work >.> After this moving half way across the country is going to seem like a major vacation! Cassie and Aether... can you guys send me a brief history of how your characters came to be traveling together if you would? I would like to get you two and Vergil in the same scene sooner rather than later. Thanks. Will do ASAP, at work now and then off to school so it may not be until tonight =/ Aether is sleeping (due to his being on nightshift) and I'm hoping to get to talk to him before he goes to work so we can discuss how we want to handle it. If that doesn't happen it may unfortunately have to wait till tomorrow. My thought is that the races have known each other a while, maybe pretty close to year zero. In fact, year zero, then 100 years later when the galaxy then imploded drew the attention of Cassi's race.They jump out there and meet the Hydrans. In fact, in an exchange of knowledge, the two races agreed to help the other out. Hydrans finding their destroyer, Cassi's race safe guarding their water.Thats all I got so far. Well I meant more why your individual characters are traveling together. If you'd like I can take some liberties and come up with that for you, but if you agree to that you'd be agreeing to something that I come up with rather than what you came up with. Up to you. These opposite shifts are a real killer for collaboration > Gotcha. I'll write up a post for you and hopefully all three of you will be in a position where you can interact by tomorrow.I should also have a post up for Josi by the same time. About time lol. Glad to have you two with us finally. Anyway, thanks Lunar and I hope I'll be on tomorrow, but with everyone being sick around here that might not happen. We'll see though. There's an off chance I'll be available today but I wouldn't count on my post. I have packing/moving to do, errands to run, have to go over to my aunt's to visit with an "old friend" that I don't remember -.-, and then I have work tonight. If a post happens I'd be thrilled, but really don't expect it :( Vergil, Aether and Cassie... I have combined your characters into one thread. You guys should be able to interact now. Whatever posting order if any you want, go for it. I'll jump in as needed for GM posts. I am off tomorrow, I will expect great things from my self then ^.^ Same, I will have much packing to do tomorrow but I should have time for a post. Great job getting my muse all hyper and inspired, Lunar ^_^ One thing, in the thread title you might want to change Cy'la to Aquavitae or Aqua as that is the name she'll be known for. But if not that's fine. I'm very excited to get started! ;D If you all would please click the link below and join me ;D ... ( *wonders what shes doing..* Am I all alone? Word on the street is that we will find our way soon.Hang in there ^.^ I too, am hoping for some interaction from Cassi or Vergil. It will get moving.LunarSage and Joisetta: We may at least need another pc for Joisetta, what you two think? I'm cool doing a side thing until we can all meet up. I was just poking Lunar cuz he forgot about me.. hehe oh, lolWhy are you speaking in bold? I'll be posting as soon as I can. Things have been off for me of late, so its probably good i'm off on my own for now. I'm back! ...ish. Still waiting on my internet to be working at my apartment so right now I'm over at Aether's every chance I get using his :P Doesn't look like there's much catching up I need to do but I am around now ^_^ Aether's at work so I'm sure he'll post as soon as he has a chance. Tomorrow and the next are days off for me. I will have something up then ^.^ Please read the Absenteeism section that I added to my sig line.I apologize for being so tardy with this thread. I love my character to pieces and want to continue on if I can promise all that I will keep on posting!I am up anyways, I do believe... Let me work on that... Hey it's ok my friend. Glad to have you back at all pal. I got done with a big long move myself, our poor gm should be five hours closer to his destination, but he is driving MUCH further...So... I am juggling ideas around in my head and will post something relevant soon ^.^Oh yeah! Glad to be back! Thanks, Vergil! Okay, Lunar, are we still a go for this game? Do I need to do something different and not ask you for information and just continue on? My apologies. Bear with me. We just arrived in Virginia and we're still getting settled in. The game is definitely still a go though. Thanks for your patience. OHSHITDUDE!Sorry!Forgot you were in the process of that move, PLEASE! Take ALL the time you need!*took Aether almost a month to start posting after the TX~PA~TX move* *takes the Dr. Pepper away from Aether* He's hyper today ;D Well we'll finally be able to apply for a two bedroom apartment here soon so we should both be in a position where we can post more regularly within the next couple weeks. Look for a new post from me within that time. I won't be around for a while....possibly a month to two months depending on how fast we get everything squared away in my end. My A/A page has more details but I hate leaving in the middle of all this. I hope everything goes well and I'll return whenever I can, hopefully sooner rather than later. No worries Vergil. Please let me know how you'd like to handle your absence IC. I'll take your character out of the scene but I'd like to have your input about how to do it. "Sigh." Check my A/A page again Lunar buddy. I said this everywhere else already after finding out I might not be disappearing so quickly as I thought lol. Sorry for the scare my friend. Ahhh alright good to hear. No worries. This game will be on hiatus until Josi and I can move into our own place. This may take a month or two. Once we do move I'll be able to devote the time and effort to it that it and all of you deserve. Thank you for your patience and (hopefully) understanding. It's completely understandable. And so you're aware, I have every intention of sticking around, and I'm sure so does Aether. We've put too much into these characters to not see them develop and write out their story. Good luck with getting your own place! We'll be here when you get back ^_^ Oh absolutely, we know where Verg is so we can make sure and keep at least the three of us together. Maybe even reopen for a couple more players? Can I say BEAUTIFUL? Love Storm and I'd be honored to have you and her with us. Awesome ^.^I cant wait till this game takes back off! Welcome to the game EbonyQueen! Storm has always been one of my favorite characters so this should be a real treat! ^_^ Heyyas Lunar!Great to have you writing with us again! Will we be kicking this of soon? We won't be starting again for at least a week. I need both time for Josi to recover from surgery a bit and for me to have a character sheet worked up for EbonyQueen. But yeah, we should be relaunching shortly after May begins. :-) Sweet!Yeah, I cant tell you how invested I am into Hydrans. I really love what I came up with and cant wait to really play him! Aw, I hope Josi has a speedy recovery! ^_^ Definitely looking forward to continuing once you're both able. Thank you for the well wishes!Just a heads up... game should be resuming beginning the 2nd of May hopefully. I'd say the 1st but we're always very busy with bills and errands on the 1st. Good to hear, still looking forward to getting involved. Though my posting may be a little on the slow side (RL just gave me quite a slam) I'm very much excited to continue ;D Not to worry, Aether. I'm not leaving E. Josi talked me into staying, so I'll still be running this game as planned. Good to hear Lunar. Don't scare us like that again man lol. Yeah, I was like, dude, I want to play my Hydran!!! Indeed, this is the only group game I've gotten involved with. I'd hate for it to stop before it begins for me. Though truth be told I -am- still a bit nervous about how well I will pull of the portrayal I picked. I liked Holly's portrayal and I am sure there are other great examples out there! Quote from: Aether on 29-04-2011, 08:07:53I liked Holly's portrayal and I am sure there are other great examples out there!Well one of my big fears is that I will not pull off the character as well as others that the group has already played with. The thought that no matter what I do I am nowhere near talented enough to measure up had me just about ready to drop out. *nods*I understand what you are saying and I am sure you will do fine! Quote from: Aether on 30-04-2011, 00:22:47*nods*I understand what you are saying and I am sure you will do fine!Unfortunately. I disagree, I am simply not talented or experienced enough to compete with some who have played the character for long stretches of time in very successful games. I honestly do not feel I am good enough to try to play the character in a close-knit community that already has people who are far better of people than I am. Oh, see, this is where you are just fine, I know for a fact that we wont be a judgin you unless you just blow cannon, which of course simply points to a lack of knowledge about the character. Just have fun with it! Everyone has their own take on characters and how they perceive them, just as everyone will write one story different than the next person. Its all about your own creativity and perceptions. Either way, I'm sure it will be a wonderful read and your take on Storm will be as creative and acceptingly wonderful as any others. Just have faith in yourself and your writing and you will be fine. :)I know accepting compliments on writing or even beleiving your writing is worthy, is something many writers have a hard time with, but you should leave that to the readers to decide and not worry overly about it. :) You'll do fine. Hooray internet access, welcome back, y'all! *smiles* thank you Aether! Game Status: Due to the fact that we've been without internet for the past few days, I've fallen behind in my other writing. I need to get caught up with that stuff before I restart this game... also, I have a friend who's applied for E and if he's approved he wants to join us as well. I know I said we'd be restarting on the 2nd, but please bear with me for a couple more days until things get sorted out.Also, EbonyQueen, I have faith that you will portray Storm well. Just have faith in your own writing. I know it's hard, but it's worth it in the end. :-) LS, i am just so glad that I will be able to explore this complex character I have created within the confines of the timeline and universe you have laid out for us, PLEASE, take all the time you need ^.^ My friend Mr Happy got approved so he will be joining us.I'm just waiting on his sheet and then we'll get started. :-) WooWoo! I haven't heard from Mr Happy yet.We may just start without him and he can jump in later. I need to know who all is still on board for this. If I still have interest I can start as early as tomorrow. Quote from: LunarSage on 13-05-2011, 16:19:02I haven't heard from Mr Happy yet. We may just start without him and he can jump in later. I need to know who all is still on board for this. If I still have interest I can start as early as tomorrow.This is the only RP I'm still hanging around E to see if it gets going. So I am still interested in trying. Count Cassi and me in! Alright, I know Josi's in. Vergil, what about you? I'm still good for all this my friend Lunar. Alright then. Look for some postage sometime tomorrow. :-) And if someone could give me a heads up on which IC threads to watch, I'd be much appreciative. Ebony, watch this (#msg4139144) thread, for I should have your intro post done sometime today there. :-) Got two posts out! Game is on! I'll give Ebony a chance to reply before I do! :D I'm curious about joining and I've read/skimmed a little bit. But I did want to ask why this is in the NC forums? Greetings Darwishi!I appreciate your interest. Are you at all familiar with the old TSR Marvel Super Heroes RPG system?The game is where it is because when I created it, I didn't have a full grasp of the categories. It should probably be somewhere else but at this point I'm not sure where or how to do that. I'm not super familiar with it. I know I have a Marvel Superheroes Character generator program to help out with one of the systems (or maybe more than one, I haven't used it in a while).As for moving it, I think you can ask one of the moderators of the Elliquiy boards to do that for you. Though I was pretty much interested since it is in the NC forums, I figured there might be some consequences for my superheroine if she lost a battle or something. Like getting molested/raped... Sorry to disappoint. This is to be a pretty standard Marvel setting with more emphasis on cosmic adventure than sex. I can see how the mistake could be made though. No worries. *nod* I just find it kind of... unbelievable that a straight male, or lesbian, would walk by a hot girl in a skin-tight outfit and not want to admire the view. Or if more criminally insane want to at least fondle her. Didn't really mean to come across as the point of the game, but if there's absolutely no chance of her even getting fondled then it's probably not the game for me.I do tend to write in that most of my characters never expect to get fondled much less raped, but once it happens...especially if there are forced orgasms or denial of orgasms (to a point) that they wind up either developing a taste for it, or finding out that they always kind of fantasized about it. XDD It's all good. Yeah this probably isn't the game for you, but that's ok. :-)I have plenty of sexified stuff in my other RPs on E... I figured less of it in one game would be a bit of a breath of fresh air.Not that sex can't happen in this game... it just probably won't be NC. Alright, thanks for the info and the quick responses! Not to mention, we're pretty much in outerspace right? Cosmic stuff? Not really walking down a street on Earth. Or am I wrong in that? Well, Vergil started out on earth, but thats as close as we gotten! What with a handful of unique races in the game. Quote from: Josietta on 15-05-2011, 19:03:12 Not to mention, we're pretty much in outerspace right? Cosmic stuff? Not really walking down a street on Earth. Or am I wrong in that?Yep most of the action is gonna be in space or on alien planets. Just to let you know (in case there was any confusion), Vergil I believe it's your post. Yeah, thats what I was waiting for :P Ah ok, sorry sorry. Sorry for my disappearance guys. I am definitely still in though, as Aether said ^_^ Looking forward to continuing! I think I am taking all my fiances fun here, but we are expecting. She keeps asking me if I have told everyone and I am like, well... I dont want to make this a... or we dont want to be... But yeah ^.^ Thats why there has been such a delay, a little bit o adjustment on our parts! Ooooooh congrats! ;D You know, I was going to get a post up after I just got back on not five minutes ago, but you can blame my fuck ass little brother for ruining my mood. Sorry for the delay, just I want to strangle the life out of him and my fat ass mother who sits on her ass while the 'normal' son is walking all over me. Sorry, I'm calm now. I am still not able to write anything big unfortunately, at least not tonight anyway, but I'll try to do so tomorrow morning. For now, peace and I hope everyone else is doing alright. No worries Virgil. I know you're good for it. :-) You bet your sweet ass I am LMAO. Anyway, I'll get a post up today and get this party going finally! I hope everything's ok on your end, Aether and Cassie! Hadn't heard from you in a bit. :-) Mr Happy's character sheet for Mr Happy has been approved and posted! NOTE: Cassie will not be participating in this game for the time being. I have been told of this by Aether and I made the call to just have her go back to her ship for now. She is of course welcome to rejoin the game at any point in the future but for now the game will go on. Aether, it's your post. Alright, Vergil... go ahead and post next and we'll go from there. The unofficial posting order will be Aether, Vergil, me, Aether, etc... Alrighty, will do what I can my friend either tonight or tomorrow but I do have a ton of other RPs to catch up on so it will probably be tomorrow unfortunately. Wheeeeeeeee!!!! I have arrived, now the party can truly begin! I hope Lunar warned yall about this character, lol! Should be fun to play MH in this setting as Ive never run him in a cosmic game before. They weren't kidding when they said your name was Mr. Happy lol. It's an honor to meet ya by the way. Good luck to you my friend and I hope you find E enjoyable. Welcome ^.^ Thanks for the warm welcome sirs. Ive caught up on reading everyone's posts so far and have officially entered the game in the suitably flashy fashion this hero dictates. Hope you all enjoy my first post as much as Ive enjoyed reading yours. ;D Ack! Mr Happy! Who let that guy in.. err.. I mean... Hello there! >:) You bad Josi lol. Yep always the warm welcome where ever I go! O:) I've been working on my post. I had it all done and ready to post when I saw Mr H had posted so now imma do a little addendum to it before i get it all done and up. Can we just kind of go all casual with certain details, like how the Hydrans actually pass credits while maintaining gaseous form? I have been wracking my brain about it and the best I have is that they can pass a specific radiation field to a card reader and thus provide credits. If it is needed in a hard currency format, as in tangible, then I need help for ideas ^.^ Just something I did not anticipate for my character... Dude you can take solid form, don't forget. Your gaseous form is a power. Okay, sure. Initially, the character concept was gaseous format for the Hydrans until the found a habitable planet that was not yet home of intelligent life.I can work around this and add that when needed that they do take corporeal from to interact with others, but with a proviso. When they do so, they basically stand out in whatever format as a beacon to the evil entity that destroyed their universe, kind of like Frodo using the one ring in Lord of the Rings. Like a bear that has killed humans, it will continue to do so and thus has a nose for it. Quote from: Aether on 31-05-2011, 12:05:09Initially, the character concept was gaseous format for the Hydrans until the found a habitable planet that was not yet home of intelligent life.I can work around this and add that when needed that they do take corporeal from to interact with others, but with a proviso. When they do so, they basically stand out in whatever format as a beacon to the evil entity that destroyed their universe, kind of like Frodo using the one ring in Lord of the Rings. Like a bear that has killed humans, it will continue to do so and thus has a nose for it.Ah. Alright then, I guess I had misunderstood what you had in mind before. Not having solid form can be a pretty big disadvantage, just to let you know. There's really no point in having a Strength attribute if you're essentially incorporeal, for example. I'm cool with however you want to play it. Just let me know. Corporeal that evolved to take gaseous form to survive.Incorporeal till new home world found.But I can play it like I just put it last paragraph ^.^ Ether is just going to be incorporeal a lot of the time. Actually his strength attribute could still come into play to resist being blown away, or fighting other non corporeal beings, etc. And his str is so puny in ratio to the rest of his stats anyways... I have not forgotten about you, true believers! I'm going to let Ebony post and then after I post for Uatu I should have everyone in the same place before you guys reach the dome. Oh! Streak's picture has now been completed and colored by the amazing Mr Happy!Behold!( Very Nice ^.^Think I am waiting on Vergil for this one. No you're waiting on me I think, but I want to interject the other characters into your scene before we move on with it. EbonyQueen, just to let you know, it's your post in the IC thread with Uatu, Mr Happy and Effigy. :-) Ahhh, big dome means we all meat? We all "meat", hrmmm not liking the sound of that. How about we just meet. :P "Tonight is a big ticket event... there's apparently a really strong Terran going to fight the self styled 'Champion of the Universe' himself! If you buy a ticket and hurry, you can place a bet before the match begins... so what do you say? 250 for the nosebleed seats or 5,000 for the front row?"Heh, heh, thats familiar! To me at least! ;D Ha. It won't be too familiar soon enough. :PFinally got my posts out. My apologies. The last week has been kicking my ass and I've been fighting depression and other muse killers. I should be back now. Its all gravy bub! Alright, once EQ posts I'll get another post out for Uatu and everyone should be in one thread. Would you guys like for me to create a posting order? Quote from: LunarSage on 17-06-2011, 18:39:26Would you guys like for me to create a posting order?That would help a lot. I have -no- idea if there is some sort of order now. Alright then. How about Vergil, Aether, EbonyQueen, Mr Happy, Josietta, me, then Vergil again, etc... If that's how we're going to do it, then I believe it's EQ's turn unless I'm missing something. Nope, that'd be the posting order starting now. So Vergil it'd be your turn to react to the stuff that I just posted. :-) Ah, my bad lol. Quotehe was about to reply when they were suddenly elsewhere.Just a minor thing... Alexander and Ether didn't teleport anywhere. They're still right where they were. The others teleported to them. Ah, my bad. No worries! Sorry if my IC post wasn't clear. :-) I need to head off for a bit but hopefully the rest of our team will post soon because I've always had a hard on for Storm, not to be crude or anything lol. Posting tonight, promise ^.^ Sweet! Word of advice Mr. Happy? Lay off the caffeine lol. Aether is not responding to my PM and it's been nearly a week now. In the spirit of "the game must go on", we're going to skip his turn this once. Aether, I hope when you do return you understand.I think it's Josi's turn at this point. Then I'll post again. My turn!? *le gasp* hrmm.. *prods my muse* we'll see what we can work up. Might be tomorrow but I'll have it up soon! Promise! <3 Quote from: LunarSage on 23-06-2011, 19:08:35Aether is not responding to my PM and it's been nearly a week now. In the spirit of "the game must go on", we're going to skip his turn this once. Aether, I hope when you do return you understand. I think it's Josi's turn at this point. Then I'll post again.LOL not to fear, every post I make wont be some Looney Toons on crack moment! Pain meds have me spacey! I'll get to work on a post now! Alrighty, we're up to Vergil again, then we go on the posting order stated before. Whats the posting order Lunar, I dont see it. Also nice I love the way Effigy handled my outburst! That was well done. Quote from: LunarSage on 17-06-2011, 19:12:01Alright then. How about Vergil, Aether, EbonyQueen, Mr Happy, Josietta, me, then Vergil again, etc... Quote from: Mr Happy on 25-06-2011, 21:58:32Whats the posting order Lunar, I dont see it. Also nice I love the way Effigy handled my outburst! That was well done. *bows and curtsies* thank you! Alright, Aether is going to be dropping from play at least temporarily. His character is returning to Cassie's character's ship for now. Game on for the rest of us. I think it's Mr Happy's post now. Sorry for the delay, I'll be able to post tonight after work. Had a very busy couple of days. I should reappear here soon, sorry I had to time out v.v Quote from: Aether on 01-07-2011, 13:13:45I should reappear here soon, sorry I had to time out v.vNo worries dude! You can always say you flew up to check on her then came back down to rejoin everyone. Feel free to jump back in on your next posting turn. :-)Alright, it's Josi's post next... but give us a day or so. We just moved. Like literally. We won't even have the rest of our furniture moved in till Tuesday unfortunately. Alright, post is up. Not much else I could post right now... sorry for the shortness. :-\Vergil, it's your go next. Then Aether if he's decided to come back at this point. Aether, chime in either way. If Aether is not back yet it's EbonyQueen after Vergil. Ah no problem my friend. Will get a post up soon, promise. Virgil, you still with us? Not to poke... I just remember you were having computer problems before so I thought I'd check. Yeah, still with ya but comp took another dump and I'm not sure how bad it is yet. Just to let everyone know it might be a bit before I can get on again. Ok, so do you mind if we skip you for now then? I don't want the game to stagnate anymore than it already has. That's fine and again sorry for the delay everyone. Alright then. Vergil I hope you're able to get your computer fixed soon.EbonyQueen, you're up (I would assume since Aether hasn't said anything so far)! :-) Will most likely return after the initial start up of the fight or whatever it is ^.^ Alright then... EQ, you're up. :-) Since this has been a relatively slow game, I'm going to keep giving updates on who's turn it is to post while we get used to the posting order. :-)I'm also thinking about giving a 48 hour time limit (if the person has given OOC notice that they won't be able to post we can move on sooner) for each person to post before we move on to the next person. What do the rest of you think? It might help speed things up a bit.Right nowMr Happyis up. Not a bad idea... You and Josi know how many times I -can- post even in one day! Sounds like a good idea to me Lunar buddy. I post rapidly when I do have a working comp, so it's all the same to me really lol. Hehe... mmhmm EQ yes we do! ;D Sorry for the delay! I PROMISE I'll post something after work tonight if I have to drink a gallon of Red Bull to do it!!! I have a working comp again so no more excuses from me for not being able to post lol. I'll get my post up by tonight hopefully. I'm working a couple hours today and I feel drained. But I'll get it posted by tomorrow. Woot glad to have you back, Vergil! :-)>:( No excuses Josi! *cracks the whip* Get to posting! :P Vergil, go ahead and post again if you can. We're skipping me this round. I'll post once all of you decide to head off to the arena. Not a problem. Just in case you didn't know, it's Mr Happy's turn. :-) Been sick the last couple of days, gonna try and go back to work tonight and will post afterwards tonight. I was thinking of arriving with Ether via the top of the dome via gaseous format to check whats up.Aqua feels she may beam back in with Alex and do a bit of a before and after to catch her back up to the group mondayish. That's cool. You both have an in to get back into the game. Unfortunately I think I'm going to split from this game as well guys and gals. I'm sorry to say it but I did have a lot of fun and I hope that we might RP together again in the future. Let me know if you ever change your mind, Vergil. *likes the slower pace of this game* It lets me post to my billion other groups ::) without stressing about another one that requires immediate attention daily. You could always play a few less games Josey! ;) it's loonies fault!!! I have like 6 one on ones with him alone and I'm in 3 groups he started. he's trying to drag me into this new true blood game as well!! It's chaos I tell ya! So 11 of the 26 posts I do are for him or his groups. :p It's cuz I'm a bastard. Obviously, Lunar. I will insert soon, minus Aqua. Shall I hold off then? I think it is my turn, but I will hold off posting if needed. Ah no, go ahead EQ. :-)We'll just let Aether choose where in the posting order he's going to be now when he chooses to post. Quote from: Josietta on 30-07-2011, 16:37:11 it's loonies fault!!! I have like 6 one on ones with him alone and I'm in 3 groups he started. he's trying to drag me into this new true blood game as well!! It's chaos I tell ya! So 11 of the 26 posts I do are for him or his groups. :p Now the truth is out!!! Lunar is an rpg addict! I have to formulate my entry plan to make it make sense ^.^ I'll get a post out sometime Thursday. Week has been unkind to me sofar. *waves to everyone* I am indeed still alive, Aether is not pulling a Weekend At Bernie's stunt with me :)So sorry I've been out for a while, but I do really want to continue! I just need to catch up and figure out where my character's at/what she's doing, and how to work her back in. Quote from: EbonyQueen on 04-08-2011, 07:35:29I'll get a post out sometime Thursday. Week has been unkind to me sofar.No worries at all, EbonyQueen! :-)Quote from: Cassiopeia on 05-08-2011, 20:43:20*waves to everyone* I am indeed still alive, Aether is not pulling a Weekend At Bernie's stunt with me :)So sorry I've been out for a while, but I do really want to continue! I just need to catch up and figure out where my character's at/what she's doing, and how to work her back in.You're certainly welcome back, Cassi! ;DHonestly, the best way to re-enter the game would be to beam back down to the planet from your ship with Ether and follow the others into the dome/arena via the tickets Ether bought for himself and Aqua. Catch back up from there... Vergil may be gone but Ether had met Storm, Effigy and Mr Happy, albeit briefly. He knows that they were going to team up for whatever reason at least. Posted! ;DIt was just a very brief summation of where she was/what she was doing, and intro for Aether to post his character so we can get back down planetside. We are going to be moving into a new place this week so I'm not sure how much time we'll have in the way of posting, or at least not long posts, but we'll do our best! ^_^ As have I.With Cassi's post, we will be back dirtside and joining quickly ^.^ Welcome back, guys! :-)Mr Happy, technically it's been your turn for about 6 days. In the interest of fairness I'm going to give you until tomorrow to post before we skip over your turn this time around and have Josi post.In the meantime, Aether and Cassie feel free to keep posting until you get to where the others are. I'd like to have everyone caught up before I make my next (large) post. I hope everything is ok with you guys (Mr Happy, Cassie and Aether). Aether and I are good ^_^ We JUST got internet yesterday, the new place was not hooked up and it was maddening :P I'm going to be working on a response to Aether today and then we'll be coming back to the main group. i'll be working on a post in the next day or two, im just too stressed to think right now. :( Lunar Ive had to pull a bunch of doubles lately due to one of the guys having to quit suddenly leaving the rest of us in a lurch. My life has basically been work all to go to sleep and repeat. We finally got a schedule worked out we I have some time again so if you'll let me know when Im to post again I'll be good to go. Technically you can still post as I haven't done so yet and you're supposed to go before me. I was going to work up a post tonight but if you want to get one in before me that works too. :) Go ahead and post, Josi. Mr Happy is going to be swamped as all getout for a bit. Yes, Master, as you wish.( Damn right, as I wish. :P *asks Josi where she can get one of those nifty genie costumes* ::) Welcome to the game, ReijiTabibito!Your sheet is posted and I'll be writing out your intro thread very soon. :-)Everyone say hello to Ghost Rider! ;D Thanks. Good to be here. Always wanted to play a Rider. ^_^ Welcome to the game, glad to have you. Cassi: I'd loan you mine but it got all torn up in a battle >.> Reiji: Welcome to the game! Good to see you! Isn't that always the way, Josi ::)Welcome, Reiji! Fancy seeing you around these parts ;D Thanks. It's good to be here. Hoping I can bring some supernatural into your superheroes. ^_^ Welcome to avorae as well, our other new player! :-)Reiji and avorae, you guys have an IC thread now! Here ( Also, for the Lost in Space thread, I'm going to wait to post until Cassi and Aether's characters are caught up to the rest of the party. My fault Aether hasn't posted yet Welcome avorae! ^_^ Just to clarify now that Im not working doubles every day, do I still post after Storm? Oh yes, please do, my friend. :-) Aether, is everything ok? I don't want to move on until you and Cassi have caught up to the group. If you don't have the time for this game, please let me know so it doesn't fade away while we wait. Otherwise likewise let me know what's going on.Reiji and avorae, I will be posting for the two of you today. My apologies for the delay. He's got off tomorrow and is planning on posting. All good, Cassi. I really don't mean to be mean or pushy, so please don't take it the wrong way. I just want to make sure the game goes as smoothly as possible. I understand that real life can interfere at times, so as long as you communicate with me and let me know what the skinny is, it's all good in the hood.Alright, Reiji and avorae I got your post up. You should be able to interact without me until one or both of you decide to investigate the farmhouse. No worries, sometimes it's just hard for either of us to know what's up because his schedule is different every week, including what days he has off :P It's been weeks, Aether. Are you going to be able to regularly post in this game or not? Again I don't intend to be mean, but I don;t want the game to die, either. Thank you, Aether. Nice post. :-)Alright, Mr Happy goes next and then my monster post hehe. I really apologize for the bare bones post and really extend to my esteemed writing partners that even though it was bare... It does kind of maintain that distinct air of alien for Cassi's and I's characters, so...Cheers!Welcome Reiji! Ok shooting out a post at this moment (if our GM hasn't skipped me in order to progress things), Im pleased to say that my uber hectic work season is finally over and may now post at will (woohoo!). Did you catch that Ether and Aqua made it to the seats beside your group, Mr Happy?Also, the communication sent to you via Ether's mind? Josi and I will be out of town from Friday, September 9th to Sunday, September 11th on a trip to the beach. We should be back to regularly posting on E come Monday the 12th.I may not be able to get my post out until then. My apologies for the inconvenience.Aether, I'm a bit confused. I thought it was Galactus that destroyed Ether's galaxy... has Ether mistaken the Champion for the Big G? Yes, will change post. It's all good in the hood, Aether. :-) Altered. Josi and I are back today, but we have a 'surprise' inspection of our place tomorrow and we have to bust our asses to get ready today. I should have posts out either tonight or tomorrow.Good to be back! ;D Posted for the main thread. I hope it was alright. :-)I'll post for the Texas thread once the two of you go inside the house. Alright, just a reminder of posting order...It should go EbonyQueen, Mr Happy, Aether, Cassiopia and Josietta... TY! Quote from: LunarSage on 15-09-2011, 21:40:32Alright, just a reminder of posting order...It should go EbonyQueen, Mr Happy, Aether, Cassiopia and Josietta...I'll have a post up in the not too distant future. I -think- Storm was able to see the collar flickering. I think everyone was able to see it, though Storm saw it with the most difficulty since her Intuition is the lowest. Like maybe she saw it but isn't 100% sure that she saw it, you know? Ether with his Shift X Intuition saw it clear as day. I should have a post up for Ghost Rider and Yuriko today with a closer description of the house before they enter. I was going to go ahead and post but I noticed Aether and Cassi are ahead of me.What are we doing here, oh great GM Sir? I'll give Mr Happy until Monday. If he still hasn't posted, Aether and Cassie can. I was waiting for Mr Happy as well. I kind of want to say, "Held Action!"But then I remind myself we aren't pen and papering... Let me consider a meaningful response unique for the character I created that might shed additional insight and clarity on the situation. I'm sure if you wanted to "hold" your action, we could skip over you and others can post and when you are ready you can just jump in? I will attempt to use my character's abilities in a fashion to shed some light on our dilemma, I think I want to try and use Ether's abilities to unlock the secrets of the collar and its maker. So, no, dont skip over me, I should have a post up in about 12 hours! Okay :) No worries at all. I look forward to seeing it! Lunarsage, will Ether be able to, after having observed the collar in action be able to in turn go gaseous and radiation sense in a focused cone to fine the controller of Flash's collar? If so, do you just want me to free write some NPC type holding said remote? Ether can weakly sense the signal coming from a booth high up in the stands. If he follows the signal to the source, he sees a woman with light blue skin and a blue and purple outfit sitting watching the fight through a large paned window. With her are two beefy looking guards and a man in a cloak who pushes buttons on a high-tech gauntlet, which seems to be the source of the signal. She is the pirate queen Nebula and she rules the planet. I'm very sorry to have to announce this, but I'm going to proclaim this game dead for now. It's taking way too long and because of that my muse for this particular game has gone AWOL.I am not blaming anyone for this. I understand that real life can kick your ass sometimes and I don't hold anything against anyone. It was fun while it lasted and I wish all of you the best on future role-plays. :-)

Cosmic Marvel_ Earth 3113 (Out of Character Thread)

The Princess and the Mercenary (Piper and stormwyrm)

Russell made his way around the party hall balancing a tray with a dozen glasses of champagne. He was dressed in a black vest and bow tie over his starched white shirt and had an apron tied over his black trousers, but he wasn't actually a waiter. He had, in fact, convinced the caterers for this little fund-raiser for the Pediatric Multiple Sclerosis Center to take him as a replacement for one of their regular waiters who had suddenly called in sick. His eyes scanned the tables and the guests, apparently attentive for anyone who might need assistance, but in reality, seeking out the girl.His mind briefly flashed to the dossier he had been given for this mission, which was not really that different from the ones he used to do for the Agency long ago, except this time he was doing it not "for his country" but for the Almighty Dollar. A much more honest line of work he felt, remembering the hypocrisy of his superiors back then. Olivia Riley, daughter of Senator Conan Riley, head of the most prominent Irish-American political family since the Kennedys. The fact that her father was acting chairman of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence gave Russell some idea of the reason behind the mission, but that was not something he was supposed to concern himself with.Russell's dark brown eyes found her standing in the midst of a crowd of other party-goers. She stood out even against the backdrop of celebrities she mingled with, not just one beautiful face among many, seeming rather to outshine most of them with her amber eyes and deep ebony hair. He had initially judged Miss Riley to be one of those empty-headed socialites like many of the other women who surrounded her but seeing her in person like this made him rethink that assessment. There was a flash of intelligence in those eyes that it seemed that she tried to hide, such a trait not being encouraged in the circles she moved in.He heard his partner speak to him over the inconspicuous radio earpiece he had in his ear. "Have you acquired the target?" Mortimer asked."Soon enough," he said subvocally in reply. In one of the glasses he carried was mixed a dose of benzodiazepine that was calculated precisely by an underground pharmacist of his acquaintance given the target's height, weight, and metabolic rates as obtained from her medical records (a previous mission had called for the theft of this information from her doctors, which was a cakewalk by comparison). When she drank it, she should begin to feel sleepy and collapse almost exactly six minutes after. It was his job to make sure that she drank it and to lead her away to a discreet location as the drug took effect. It would not do to have her suddenly faint in the middle of the party: if that happened her bodyguards would immediately notice and they would immediately come to her aid. The drug should, after a minute or two, make her a bit more receptive to friendly suggestion, so that would make his job easier. Benzodiazepines were used as date rape drugs after all.As he drifted close to the group of party-goers that included Olivia Riley one of them suddenly grabbed a glass from the tray, which he skilfully manoeuvred so that the spiked glass was facing away from the group. A toast was called, to the children afflicted with multiple sclerosis, and he hastily handed the glasses over to the rest of the gathering, making sure to hand Miss Riley the spiked glass. She would be forced to drink it all in one shot, as to only sip partly or refuse to drink would be considered a major social faux pas. And then Russell would be waiting.She would see him as a tall and rather handsome young man in his late twenties, with a head of dark, unruly hair and high cheekbones. He lingered on close to their group, as if waiting to see if the group wanted something more, and he would drift, as naturally as he could make it seem, closer to Ms. Riley when when she drank. Olivia mingled among the socialite crowd at the charity benefit in her father's stead. Ladies with nothing more to chirp about than their latest designer bags or exotic vacations and men who, in spite of their age and spotlight careers, barely lifted their gaze from her chest when they spoke to her. At least this event was for children, a population she actually did hold some genuine concern and didn't mind the people who attended- as much. It wasn't like the AIDS functions she often attended. At those events it was very obvious the snobs in attendance would never even be around a person with AIDS, they even said the name of the disease like they were holding it out at arms length by the tips of their fingers. But, it was the politically savvy thing to do. Show up, write a check, drink some champagne, get your pictures taken and plan your next vacation.Father enlisted Olivia's help for most charity events that didn't personally serve him. He was especially fond of those benefiting children. What is the second best thing next to a photo of kissing a baby? Why, writing a huge check to a child's charity, of course. It was ironic that Conan Riley associated himself with children at all, seeing as he was never much of a father to her or her siblings. Some families joke about having children enough to form sports teams. Conan fathered children specifically aimed at his chess game. Pawns. Four children and none of them held any love for their father, unless you consider their love for his money and connections. Two older brothers successful lawyers and budding politicians in their own rights and spawning their own chess pieces, six children between the two of them. An older sister, the wife of a finance mogul and pregnant with their 3rd baby is as many years. Their mother, the lucky one, passed when Olivia was 7. Officially, the cause of death was a car accident. The truth however, was much darker than that. No, to the world The Conan Riley family appeared, for all intents and purposes, as one big happy family living the American Dream. Descendants of Irish immigrants, devote Catholics and close knit.Olivia played her part as well. She smiled, mingled, and made her father proud. Where she was single and beautiful, she took on the role a wife of a politician would. Conan Riley never remarried after his wife, Caroline, passed. He used the facade of grieving widow for all it was worth. Points. It all came down to points and good ol Americans ate that shit up. Since her other siblings were busy with their own lives, it fell to her to be the face of the Riley's; it helped that the face was beautiful."That is lovely." "You must be so proud." "I will be sure to share that with my father."; a handful of the lines she repeated throughout the night, floating from one group to the next. In her burnt orange strapless cocktail dress, she stood out among the more reserved attire. The color alone was enough to separate her from the blacks, whites and shades of gray. Most wore tiny orange ribbons on their lapels or bodices but in true Olivia fashion, she took the charity's awareness color to the next level. Her youth and svelte form allowed such a bold thing. Her stylist, the person who is paid to study public opinion, shared that when the gorgeous socialite wore brighter colors and bolder cuts, her father's approval points rose as well. If it were up to Olivia, she'd wear black all day, every day. But in this orange dress, her amber eyes almost glowed which made the beautiful girl absolutely stunning.She casually checked the time on the dainty diamond and white gold Tiffany watch at her slender wrist. Almost an hour left before she could feasibly escape this "party". Party was such a misnomer. There was little festive about the affair. The best part was the champagne. She looked around for a waiter. She would need at least two more glasses to make it through. It was easy enough for Russell to spot Olivia given that she was wearing a rather brilliant orange, as opposed to the others who were content to wear the colour representing multiple sclerosis awareness on a little ribbon pinned to their sleeves or lapels with more conservative black and white dresses. Well, she was young and beautiful and so could afford to be flashy like that he reflected. Of course, Russell had a coat ready for her to cover it up so that her departure would more easily go unobserved.Olivia seemed to be looking around for a waiter, and Russell had naturally made himself available, passing glasses to a few of her companions who wanted to participate in the toast before extending the special glass to Olivia. He peeked at his watch, which was a black tactical Rolex Submariner that the Agency gave him when he was sent on his first field mission. He whispered to Mortimer over the radio link: "21:27:39", the precise time when he passed the glass to Olivia.He had to watch her carefully now that she had the glass, make sure that she didn't pass it on to someone else (in which case he would have to make a small scene to prevent them from drinking the spiked champagne, possibly resulting in broken glass), but also not make it obvious that he was observing her. His training from the Agency taught him how to do this properly.Russell Flynn, like Olivia, was also of Irish-American stock, but from a poor working-class family in Philadelphia. He had been something of a juvenile delinquent in his youth, and had some skill as a pickpocket and shoplifter despite his parents' attempts to curb this behaviour. A few months before he turned eighteen he had finally been caught, and was given a choice to either go to juvenile detention or enlist in the Army. He chose the latter, and when he took the service exam his performance attracted the attention of someone in the Agency, and so he was loaned out to them a few months into his first tour of duty in Iraq. After rigorous training at the secret facility the Agency called 'the Farm', he had been sent on various missions. His last such mission was very much like this one: he was to abduct the daughter of some bigwig sheik at a fancy dress ball in Dubai, but they were basically sold out by someone in the Agency and only Russell had narrowly escaped with his life. He was removed from the Agency's Special Operations Group with prejudice as it later turned out that the operation he was conducting was entirely unsanctioned and they needed a fall guy...Russell sincerely hoped that this particular private operation would not end in the same way, as he waited for Olivia to drink the benzodiazepine-laced champagne. The toast was called to the poor kids with multiple sclerosis, and everyone in the group raised their glasses and drained them. There were still a few more glasses of champagne in Russell's tray. Spotting a champagne laden tray, Olivia lifted her brow to the server signaling she was in need of a glass, giving him a cursory glance as she plucked a flute from the silver tray. Servers, drivers, valets; they all blended together into a faceless, nameless form.Olivia took a rather large sip of the bubbly liquid, silently counting down the minutes until she could depart as a wife of a large hospital made nice with her and a group of would-be donators. Her voice droned on in an annoying tone. Olivia focused on the lady's brows which were tweezed and drawn back in; leaving the lady to look like a surprised clown.The lights dimmed, drawing attention to the stage where the benefit chairman made his way to the podium. A fit man, tanned face and graying hair; Wesley Douglas- one of her father's business partners. Olivia frowned and blinked as her vision waved. The man began his speech with robust charismatic declarations promising the money collected this evening would fund research and blah blah blah. Pictures of children in varying states of disability splashed over the wide screen behind the man. The crowd mummered and shook their heads, their hearts breaking and pockets opening- just as intended. The man went on to detail several stories of children who had been helped so far and begged, for the sake of many more children like these, for us to be generous.Olivia's eyes and limbs grew heavy. She quietly excuses herself from the small group she stood among while their attention was on the speech. She had to get to the ladies room and splash water on her face. The champagne on an empty stomach had not been a good idea, it seemed. She slowly weaved her way through the crowd, taking slow careful steps on legs increasingly becoming more difficult to manage. With the hall leading to the rest rooms in sight, Olivia had to hold onto the back of a chair but did her best to smile and appear like nothing whatsoever was the matter. So tired. Perhaps if she just sat down it would pass. "21:27:55" Russell whispered into his earpiece as he watched Olivia drink the spiked champagne. He heard Mortimer's voice every ten seconds mechanically announcing the time since she drank in his earpiece as he discreetly watched Olivia while offering the remaining few champagne flutes on his tray to other guests. He soon had none left once the hall lights darkened and the benefit chairman came up to the podium to deliver his speech. Most of the guests focused on the chairman's presentation, and no one noticed Olivia leaving her table, or the waiter moving inconspicuously in the darkened ballroom."170," Mortimer's mechanical voice pronounced, and he could see that Olivia was beginning to be rather wobbly on her feet, just as she was a short distance from the hall to the rest room. "Ma'am, are you all right?" he asked, in as soothing a tone as possible. "Let me get you to a place where you can rest." He undid the apron he wore and used it to cover her, and with an expert hand managed to half-drag, half-carry her out of the ballroom and into the hall, without anyone noticing or remarking.The hall with the rest rooms also had a fire escape door, which Russell had surreptitiously sabotaged a few hours before the event began as he helped with the preparations. He was at the door to the ladies' room when he heard Mortimer say "360", and just as predicted, he felt Olivia's body grow completely slack in his arms, completely unconscious. He checked her pulse and breathing, which seemed to be steady, and brought her out the fire escape doors, which did not alarm as they should have, and closed them quietly behind him."Target is secure," he said, as he wrapped her up in a larger coat he kept hidden in the bushes just outside. He lifted her over his shoulders, which was not as easy as it seemed because though Olivia was slender she was no waif, but had the build of a woman who regularly exercised at a gym. Nevertheless, this presented no real difficulty for Russell.A few yards away was the van where Mortimer waited, watching the security camera feeds they had hijacked for the mission. The events hall's security saw only looped video of the places where Russell moved, and as far as they were concerned, the nondescript van also didn't exist. It would only be several days after Olivia's abduction that the tampered firmware and unauthorised wireless router they installed on the security network would become clear. The two of them were no hacking experts but hired out this work to someone they learned of online who came with a formidable reputation. The two of them would be astounded to learn that the person who did that work for them was the same one they had abducted.Russell restrained Olivia's arms and legs with lengths of plastic cable ties, just to be safe. While he had a roll of duct tape ready to gag her with, he decided against doing so. The underground pharmacist warned that they had to keep her airways clear as much as possible. They'd be on the highways for much of the trip so even if she could scream no one would be able to hear her.He sat on the seat next to Olivia, checking her vital signs as instructed. If they wound up killing her they'd be in big trouble, and there was a vial of flumazenil and a syringe in a box ready at hand to counteract the effects of the benzodiazepine just in case. It looked like she was perfectly stable however, and seemed to be in a peaceful sleep.Forty-five minutes later they arrived at the safe house, which was a nondescript shack in a wooded area just outside the city, which might have once been used as a hunting lodge. Mortimer helped him to carry her out and laid her down on a steel frame bed, on which they handcuffed one of her arms. The two men paused to admire their handiwork."You know, we could do her right now as she sleeps," Mortimer remarked, a wicked grin on his face. "She's damn hot you know, and no one will know.""Don't be an idiot, Mort," Russell replied. "We do this right and you can have every hooker and call girl in DC with what they're paying us." The other man just shrugged. He got a video camera and tripod from a nearby cabinet and began setting it up. He had to watch Mortimer. He knew the big man from the Special Operations Group and had in fact worked with him once, and didn't know why he wound up getting saddled with such a partner. While he did good work Russell always felt that the other man tended to be heavy handed. He had to watch him carefully.At around this time Olivia would begin to stir and regain consciousness. "Ma'am, are you all right?" a man asked her, his voice seeming far away even as his arm reached out to catch her a moment before her legs gave up the fight to keep her upright. "Let me get you to a place where you can rest." The notion to refuse his help was thick in her mouth although it was obvious she could not have kept herself from falling. She was used to refusing help, determined and self reliant as she was.She struggled to focus on the man offering her help but her eyes and mind refused to obey. Darkness swallowed her.She was vaguely aware of a hum, the low roar of tires. The vibration under her back. She felt far away as she tried to trudge her through the murky cobwebs of her mind and retreated back into the black void.What seemed like both hours later and not even a split second at the same time, she woke with a start, her eye lids flashing open in an instant. She sucked in a deep breath and jerked against the cuffs at her wrists. Her eyes darted around wildly when she discovered she was bound and jerked on the steel cutting into her wrist again just to be sure. Panic swept over her as a man turned and walked toward her. Her brows pinched together as she watched him approach, his face was vaguely familiar. "Where am I?" she demanded, her voice shaky at first. She licked her lips with a dry tongue. "What do you want?" "It's not me," Russell said, when Olivia asked what he wanted from her. "Just to be clear about this, We're just hired men. Someone paid us to abduct you for reasons that they haven't explained to us and we don't really need to know about. They are paying us to keep you captive until they are satisfied, and they have also given us instructions to make a video of you where you declare that you are all right and safe. I'm going to undo your handcuffs now, as there is something that our clients have told us they want you to do before we make the video." She could try to fight back when Russell did this, but Mortimer was watching, and there was no way she could overpower both of them. Even if by some chance she managed to do that, the only door out of the room was a high security one that could only be opened by a keycard, thumbprint, and passcode."They want you to change into those clothes over there. We are going to step outside for a moment while you change and we'll bring the camera inside so we can begin." Olivia would find that the clothes that they wanted her to change into were a white corset teddy with a puffy cottontail, a collar with a bow-tie, cuffs, black pantihose, and a headband with white bunny ears. "We'll give you fifteen minutes to change. There will be, uh, consequences... if you don't do as we ask." Russell looked ill at ease while saying this, however Mortimer would be grinning, as if he were daring her to try to find out what those consequences would be.It had been two hours since Olivia had been abducted and an hour since the party ended. The security detail guarding her had of course been extremely worried when no one had seen her since the beginning of Mr. Douglas' speech. They had searched the entire events hall and checked the closed-circuit camera video, but could find no clear footage of her even before the speech.Worried, they called Senator Riley. "Sir, your daughter has disappeared. We can't find her anywhere in the charity banquet. Her cellphone cannot be reached."They heard the Senator snort. "You must be new to the job.""Yes sir," the man admitted."She probably slipped away when the two of you weren't looking for a tryst with some guy. She's done it before; why do you think I only hired the two of you for her security detail tonight? It's a game she sometimes likes to play, trying to assert her independence from me, and I let her have her way once in a while. If there were any hint of a serious threat to her security I'd have gotten more guards. Your work is done, and thank you for your diligence."Of course, that wasn't the case tonight, when the phone call and the video of her eventually came. Olivia concentrated on what the man was saying. Her mind was calculating the possibilities quickly. It wasn't even imaginable that someone found out her alter ego identity, although the thought did cross her mind. She was the best underground hacker. No one knew anything about her, even the account her payments were directed to where hidden under several safety measures to conceal her identity. Many of which she had developed herself and was confident could not be broken. She surveyed the room, noting the security on the door and realizing that even if she did have the tools she needed to surpass the system, she could not incapacitate the men holding her long enough to do it. Plus, she had no idea how many more of them their were. Still, she made a mental list of the steps she would take to dismantle the security on the door should the opportunity present itself.Her eyes registered the weapons visible on holster of each men. Likely more were hidden. Dragging her eyes back to the man talking, her face completely free of emotion as she studied him. She did, however, lift a brow when he said they would leave the room when she changed.A gentleman criminal, she thought sarcastically. She glanced at the pile of clothes he indicated, over the man standing near the door and back to the one talking. Dopey, she nick named the name at the door, leered at her. The look on his face made her sin crawl. He could do nasty things and not think twice about it, she surmised. The other guy, Doc, was the brains of the operation. Much more calculating.She watched them go without a opening her mouth, rubbing her arms where the cuffs had dug into her wrists. She quickly scurried off the bed and checked the room, looking for anything that she might be able to use as a weapon or tool but they'd been throughout. The pile of clothes infuriated her. She ripped and tore at the items. Snagging holes into the hose, crushing the bunny ears and throwing them- scattering them across the room. "Consequences be damned." She would not wear that ridiculous outfit.She racked her brain for clues that could be held without the proposed outfit however. White. Rabbit. Sexy. Why that outfit? What was the message and who were they trying to send it to. Her father? One of his..."business partners"? Her train of thought was disrupted when she heard the beep from the security on the door. Hurrying back to the place she had been sitting, making herself appear unmoved. She held her chin up defiantly to her captors when they took stock of the items strewn on the floor. Russell undid the simple barrel bolt on the door before going through the sequence of scanning card, fingerprint, and keying in the code which fully opened the door. He stepped inside with Mortimer, carrying the video camera on its tripod, and found to his dismay that Olivia had not done as ordered, and that she was going to be trouble. Mortimer, on the other hand, smiled gleefully, and before Russell could say anything, the big man pulled her roughly to her feet and punched her hard in the stomach, leaving her sprawling on the bed, choking and reeling. Russell did not hide his distaste at this, and was just thankful that Mortimer had not been so stupid as to strike her somewhere that would leave a visible bruise. "We told you that there would be consequences!" Mortimer said.While she tried to regain her senses, Mortimer roughly turned her over, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off her, leaving her in her underwear, and was making to strip even that off but was stopped by a sharp look from Russell. "Let's get this over with. We aren't supposed to hurt her any more than necessary," he said. "Hold her still."Mortimer gripped Olivia in a full nelson hold, his arms encircling hers and locked behind her neck as he once again lifted her up. Russell fished out the corset teddy and stockings where she had thrown them, and saw that she had ripped the latter up. "Forget about those," Mortimer suggested. "She's got nice legs anyhow," he laughed.Olivia would probably be trying to kick and struggle as Russell tried to put the corset teddy on, but he would not have too much difficulty sliding it up her legs and over her torso, recovering as she was from Mortimer's punch. Getting the drawstrings at the back done was a little bit more awkward, but again this was managed.Russell planted the headband with rabbit ears on her head, but dispensed with the other accessories. "Miss Riley, please understand the situation you are in. We don't want to hurt you, but we have our orders and I think it we have made it clear that we will not shrink from the infliction of physical pain if you remain uncooperative. We can go back to doing this the easy way, or we can continue doing this the hard way. It's your choice." He began adjusting the camera and tripod."All you need to do is sit still while we film you. And then we will leave you alone while our clients do what they are going to do with the footage. We're just to keep you here until further notice." Olivia smirked at the duo smugly when the came back into the room. The look of disbelief and anger on their face was priceless. She was feeling pretty good about her decision until Dopey yanked her up and buried his meaty fist into her gut. The wind rushed out of her in a groan as she fell back to the bed. Her eyes bulging as she pulled herself into a ball and tried to breath.The pain radiating through her was enough to stall any attempt to fight when he flipped her over and pulled her dress off. She drew in a ragged breath as the muscle of the team wrestled her into a submission hold. Her amber eyes glared at Doc, flaming with hatred. She tensed and tried to punch her head back into Dopey but the way he had her held made it impossible. Her struggling only brought laughter from behind her, which infuriated her even more.She bucked and twisted as much as she could when the brains put the corset onto her. A few kicks made contact, but none satisfying enough to even make Doc look angry for her efforts. The rabbit ears being placed on her head renewed her fight. She clawed and kicked and grunted like a hellcat but in the end she was still dressed in the ridiculous get up.Olivia was panting by the time it was over."Miss Riley, please understand the situation you are in. We don't want to hurt you, but we have our orders and I think it we have made it clear that we will not shrink from the infliction of physical pain if you remain uncooperative. We can go back to doing this the easy way, or we can continue doing this the hard way. It's your choice."Her chest rising and falling, the swell of her generous bust poured over the top of the corset. Staring daggers into the man setting up the camera.Dopey let her go with a shove, reminding her of his strength. She would not rub the spot on her shoulder where he had her arm bent back at an unnatural angle. Pure hated oozed off her as her eyes followed him where he went to stand behind the other man on the other side of the camera."All you need to do is sit still while we film you. And then we will leave you alone while our clients do what they are going to do with the footage. We're just to keep you here until further notice."She didn't make any indication she agreed, let alone heard what he said.She waited to see the red light blinking, signaling the recording had began and simply flipped the camera off. It was stupid and childish but she did it anyway and in some small way it made her feel better. "Looks like she flipped the camera off, Russ," Mortimer said, as they watched her from the other room."No matter, we've got enough footage of her to satisfy our clients," Russell answered, seated at a laptop, sending an encrypted email out to his clients with a file containing a minute or two of video footage of Olivia wearing the costume."Now what?""We wait. The client is presumably going to take care of negotiating for whatever it is they want for her. We're just to sit tight and wait for further instructions. We are NOT to harm her in any way unless otherwise instructed. Hurting her unnecessarily is a deal-breaker Mort," Russell added. The other man grunted.The two of them came back into the room where they were holding Olivia, Russell carrying a tracksuit, a plain white shirt, and another set of underwear. They would all fit perfectly as they knew her sizes from all the surveillance they applied on her."Here," Russell said, laying the clothes on the bed. "Change into these, or not, it doesn't matter. We haven't been told to make you change into them the way we were told to make you change into that bunny suit. Sleep if you like."They then left, taking out the camera on its tripod and locking the door behind her and bolting it shut for good measure. They didn't turn off the lights, and Olivia would find no switch to do that in the room.The room itself was a square room, perhaps fifteen feet on each side, with stone floors and solid wooden walls, with no windows. A single strip of fluorescent light lit the room from the ceiling, which was some eight feet high. There was the bed, which was just a plain welded steel frame, with a foam mattress. There was also a washbasin and a toilet. It would seem that there were no cameras or anything inside the room, or if there were, they weren't obvious. The only door out of the room was steel, locked with a high-security electronic lock. No electrical outlets or anything. It seemed to be purpose-built as a holding cell.The next morning, they would come in again with a standard-issue MRE pack for her to eat."As you can see, Senator Riley, we have your daughter," the electronically distorted voice said over the video footage after he had watched it for the third time. "She is in good health at the moment, but may not be if you remain unreasonable.""What is it they really want?" he asked his aide, whom he had roused at three o'clock in the morning after receiving the mysterious phone call warning him about his daughter and that he should check his personal email."They are saying that you must vote against the intelligence budget that's coming up in three days, and encourage as many other senators to reject it as well.""I know that, Vernon! But what exactly are these people trying to accomplish? It's a rare thing to fight dirty like this. They must want that bill stopped so badly to stoop to such tactics. Are there any other alternative appropriations bills in the wings?""Not that I know of. Shall I call the police sir?""Good God no! Not because they warned us not to do that, I don't want my daughter's abduction to become front-page news! You know who you should be calling instead, Vernon."The aide nodded. There were a number of ex-special forces types that they knew of who could be trusted to handle this situation more gracefully and with far more discretion than the police. Olivia glared at both men when they returned to the room she was being held in, her head turning, following them as they came to stand in front of her. All the while assessing them, for a weakness she could exploit. Dopey stood behind Doc, he crossed his arms to show off his muscle. When Doc held the change of clothes out to her she wanted to resist, just for spite, but she took them begrudgingly so that she could get out of the ridiculous Easter Bunny Whore outfit. She kept her mouth closed although she wanted to let out a tirade of insults, to demand they release her, even to beg for her freedom for what good would it do her. Her stomach still spasmed occasionally to remind her what her efforts to fight got her last time. Her eyes followed them again as they left the room.Once they left she moved off the bed as quickly as she could, wincing at the pain radiating in her abdomen. She wasn't certain, but she had a feeling they had cameras trained on her to watch her every move. Still, she turned her back to the room, nearly in the corner to change. She stripped off the offending outfit and flung it away. The track suit was surprisingly comforting, warm and covered more of her body. Certainly better than the corset. Who would want her degraded that way? What was the message it was meant to send? She racked her brain as she curled up into a fetal position on the cot. Tucking her arms and legs around her body. She was sure it wasn't am abduction linked to her extra curricular activities. Her alter ego was securely hidden, no one could trace it back to her so that left her father. Her dad, on the other hand, had several enemies who would target her to get to him. Political reasons aside. She herself had a portfolio of sizable proportions on her father's backhanded, back alley dealings.Her head still clouded with the drugs they used to sedate her made her mind work slower, more sluggishly. Like a thick fog she tried to wade through. The effort to sort and reason made her head hurt all the more. As she fought off sleep, she once again tried to find a way to escape. The bare room held little help, even the light bulbs she could have used to aid her, was several feet over head. That was, if they weren't watching her, and she was sure they were. She got up and began to pace the room, she couldn't fall asleep. Couldn't. With her arms wrapped around herself she paced the perimeter of the room, passing the security panel each time to get a look at it but not lingering. She was familiar with the model and what it would take to break through- even if the electricity were cut to it, it would remain locked unless she could get inside of it. The problem was that the only way into it, aside from the host computer, was on the other side of where it attached to the wall. It would take breaking it from the wall to get to it and breaking it away sounded too simple. With the reinforced miliatary grade steel, it would take a tank to break it away from the wall. She'd need a code even if she did have the biometrics component.Deflated, she once again sank to the cot and rolled over to the wall, shielding her face from the likely cameras. She would not let them see her cry.The next morning she was awaken by them entering. Cursing herself for succumbing to sleep, she sat up and took the MRE, giving them a disgusted look she tossed it to the cot beside her."Have the demands been made?" she asked simply, coldly. When Olivia asked if the demands had been made, Russell just shrugged. "I imagine they must have been. We haven't been told as it isn't our job to do those things. All we know is that we've been told to keep you in here until further instructions are given." This would probably allow Olivia to infer what sort of people had abducted her. The two of them didn't even know who it was that actually hired them, and received instructions either by encrypted email or secure calls where the voices were distorted. They were given half of their fees via funds transfers to shell companies they controlled, and would receive the rest of their payment in the same way.They left Olivia in the room to eat her MRE when she wanted to, and shut the door behind them. In the other room just outside, Russell had a seat at the desk with their laptop and frowned. "Mort, signal reception's gone bad again. I'm gonna go downstairs and see if I can get better signal elsewhere." The other man just grunted, and took a seat at the chair beside the door. Contrary to Olivia's impression there were no hidden cameras in the room, but there was a discreet spyhole which he used to peer inside from time to time. Too bad he didn't get to watch Olivia change thanks to that straight and overly professional bastard Russell who kept him occupied the whole time.Russell it seemed hadn't noticed that the door didn't beep with the lock engaging the way it was supposed to that last time they exited. He did the bolt latch on the other side the way he always did but didn't notice how the electronic lock's LED blinked a tell-tale red. Undoing that little low-tech bit of security was easily enough accomplished.And now all he had to do was wait. This upper floor of the cabin was isolated from the lower one by a stairs only reachable from another door with a similar lock, and he'd probably have a bit of fun chasing her through these rooms, maybe even enough to score, before that goody two-shoes downstairs figured out what was going on. Her head straight forward, Olivia once again watched the men exit the room with only her eyes following them. She fought the urge to throw herself at them, feet and fists flying. The urge was great but she knew the attempt would be futile. The momentary satisfaction would be far outweighed by the result.She eyed the MRE package lying on the cot, her stomach growling loudly for some kind of food. The ignored both the food and her stomach, instead choosing to cross her arms and seethe. It took her a few seconds of a nagging thought at the back of her mind before she realized she didn't hear the electronic beep from the security system when they closed the door this time. Her heart began to race at the thought of a possible escape but she had to play it cool. It wouldn't do her any good to rush.Think. Acting as nonchalantly as she could, she once again surveyed the room for signs of a monitoring system she was sure would exist in a room for the purpose it was being use. From the bed, she scoped out the likely spots for a camera. Above would be best, allow the viewer to see the most at once. Since there was little else except the light fixture, it would make sense that would be the best place to hide one. Still, she couldn't make out anything that might resemble a camera eye. As high tech as security systems went, there was little way to hide the lens of a camera since it would have to be unobstructed in order to work.Olivia once again took to pacing the small room, keen eyes surveying every nook and cranny, pausing at the door for only the span of a breath to see that the security was in fact not set. Her lips were suddenly dry as she made herself take a couple more laps around the room like some caged animal using pent up energy. If she only had a weapon, something to aide her once outside that door. With no idea where she was, what kind of building or how many others were involved, she couldn't make a plan that went further than: snatch that door open and run like hell. It was her against two men. She didn't like those odds but she hated being locked up even more. She had to make a try for it.She paced one more time, this time when she came to the door, she carefully gave the handle a pull. Her blood whooshed through her ears as she waited...there was no alarm sounding. She was not met with any resistance. When it passed the lock, she flung it open and thrust herself through it. Mortimer waited in the opposite room. The upper storey of the lodge had the room where they kept Olivia which was in the centre of the area, plus a few adjoining rooms and hallways. Most of the rooms just had doorways with no doors: the only doors were the ones to the lavatory (which didn't have a lock, just a cabin hook latch that Mortimer would have no trouble breaking), the door to the stairs leading to the ground floor, which had a dead bolt with keys on both sides, and of course the one to Olivia's room. These other rooms were used for storage, with MRE packs in one, and two more just had simple cots where the mercenaries slept in shifts. Their weapons were always kept on their persons. There was no electronic equipment in the house except for the camera they used yesterday, the hand-held radios and cellular phones that each of the mercenaries carried, and Russell's laptop.He waited in his room, looking out barred windows into the pine forest that surrounded the cabin, sitting on his cot. He heard the tell-tale click of the door as it opened, and began to move. She had the choice to either move slowly and quietly or quickly. Either way, it would be only a matter of time before Mortimer cornered her.Russell finally got some signal after moving downstairs, and received another encrypted transmission from whoever it was that was coordinating the operation.The Senator seems like he needs further convincing. Take the second step.He didn't like the sound of that. Olivia was evidently just as stubborn as her father. He sighed, and took the restraints out of the car, and the box of medical equipment they would need."Sir, I've contacted the, um,specialistshere, and they believe that they can trace the whereabouts of your daughter," the aide Vernon said. "The kidnappers were very thorough and professional, they said, and it took them a while to find some clue they could use to trace the people who abducted her. It seems that someone noticed that a black SUV was parked in a certain area, but most of the event hall's surveillance cameras failed to pick it up, except for one, near the gate, where it was spotted leaving and its license plates have been identified. It's a stolen vehicle, of course. Traffic camera footage—""I don't need the blow-by-blow coverage, Vernon," Senator Riley said testily. "Do they know where my daughter is?""Not yet sir, but they have narrowed down the location to a fifty square-mile area of forest a bit off the Interstate. They're narrowing that down as we speak and will probably have a good idea where she has been taken by tomorrow and they'll be ready to move to rescue her tonight. Her abductors were very thorough and seemed to be professionals. This was no ordinary kidnapping I should think.""I'll continue pretending to make the sorts of overtures that they want. Vernon, try to find out who might benefit from having that bill killed. I don't think we have a good answer to that question yet.""Yes sir." Olivia expected to be tackled down to the ground as soon as she breached the door way. She was in the middle of the room by the time she realized there was no one grabbing her, yelling at her or otherwise trying to subdue her. With her heart hammering in her chest, and looked around the room, quickly trying to access the situation; , her location, an exit, a weapon and where her captors could be. Her amber eyes wide and alert. This room, like the one she was hold up in, held no trinkets or amenities. Nothing she could use as a weapon. She silently cursed to herself.Holding her breath and tippy toeing through the room toward one of the doors. There were no windows in this room, maybe if she could get to another room she could at least get a look outside and begin devising an escape. Her ears strained for movement, any sound from the men. It was all quiet, too quiet, and Olivia had a sense of dread wash over her.Her mind never shut down. She was constantly sorting through information and running through every possible suspect who could be behind her kidnapping, trying to figure out their plans, their demands and ultimately what their end game would be. How many kidnap victims had be returned or rescued- especially ones who had seen their captors?Looking over her shoulder as she approached the closed door with the key in it. She inched nearer and extended her hand to the knob but was met with resistance. Pressing one shoulder against the door, she carefully began to turn the key, praying it made little sound and that it would lead to a way out. Russell set down the case with the medical equipment inside it down next to the table where he had the computer, and checked the Internet again. The portable Wi-Fi that they were using for that purpose was unreliable out here in the sticks, but it did work well enough at times. There was, interestingly enough, no news about Olivia's abduction in any of the news websites, nor any word about her father, except in an obscure editorial about the intelligence budget hearings going on in the Senate, which naturally the news would not be able to know much about: such hearings were naturally classified. At least he would not have the police on his tail this time.Both he and Mortimer were not much concerned that Olivia would recognise them: like many people in their profession they already were fugitive criminals to begin with. Mortimer was wanted for murdering someone under unclear circumstances. Russell was accused, among other things, of attempting to sell lists of names of non-official cover agency officers in the Middle East, which was what the operation in Dubai was actually about. Of course, as the operation was blown, he was used as the fall guy, but he wasn't about to let a secret federal court decide on it, which would probably result in his getting tossed into Guantánamo Bay or some worse hellhole no matter what he said in his defense. His enemies were powerful figures in the Agency.He heard some thumping from upstairs, and made his way up, and found the door to the upper story locked. Looking for his copy of the keys he found it wasn't in his pockets. "Damn it Mort, open the door!" he shouted, as he banged on it, hard.Just as Olivia was trying to open the door, Mortimer made his way to the hallway, tossing a different key nonchalantly in his hand. "Looking for this?" he said, with a wicked grin. "Sadly the key there just opens the old locker I had back at school, and I don't think it will do you any good." He had to be careful not to corner her, always make it look like she had some way out, at least not until the very end. He would enjoy this as long as he could. A cold fear washed over Olivia when she heard the voice behind her. She didn't have to look to know which man that voice belonged to. Still, she turned slowly. He seemed to be enjoying toying with her. Why else would he have put a fake key in the lock. This must have been a set up from the beginning, right down to not putting the security lock back in place. Her eyes darted around for the other guy, either as a second attacker or for someone to stop this guy. With the way he was looking at her, his intentions could not be good.She pressed her back to the door as she began to slide along it, trying to make her way to another possible exit. She heard the other man banging on the door and darted at the handle. Jerking at it in spite of knowing it wouldn't open. Smacking her open hand against it. "Help! Let me out!!!" she was frantic, clawing at the door. She could feel the other man closing in on her. Damn that bastard! Russell thought, as he pounded on the door harder. "Get clear of the door!" he shouted. "I'm going to shoot the lock." He just needed to watch out and make sure that the bullet came down low, so even if anyone happened to be close to the door he wouldn't wind up shooting them either. Though at that point he wouldn't have minded shooting Mortimer if he had the chance. "Three, two, one!" he shouted, and then he pulled the trigger.The gunshot was very loud in the enclosed space of the stairwell, and Russell ran through the doorway, grabbing Olivia's wrist and pointing his gun at Mortimer. "God damn it man! Just what in the hell are you trying to pull!" he shouted, eyes blazing. "Do you want to get this mission done properly or not? We don't getpaidif something happens to her other than what our employers want!""You are much too by the books man. These folks who employ us aren't going to stiff us even if there are a few cracks in the merchandise after this is all done. They may even thank us for it, if I understand their objectives.""Go fuck yourself, Mort. Now get down there and get the kit, while I put our damsel in distress back in her cell." He gently urged Olivia to move forward, leading her on back to the security door. He tried not to hurt her but nonetheless his grip on her was firm.It was a seemingly ordinary morning at Capitol Hill when Senator Riley sat in his office, as his aide Vernon gave him the results of his research on the appropriations bill that he was being forced to kill. It was a substantial piece of legislation, providing something to $80 billion to be apportioned among each of the sixteen agencies of the Intelligence Community, and there was a lot in it. It had already passed the scrutiny of the House and would in a few days be up for vote in the Senate."Sir, I have learned something very interesting about the bill as it was being drafted at by the House Permanent Select Committee. It seems that there was some sort of disagreement about some line items pertaining to the funding of operations of a certain sensitive nature that resulted in the various revolutions in the Middle East and the former Eastern Bloc over the past few years.""Yes, I remember," the Senator said, nodding. "Congressman Massey managed to get CIA funding for such programs drastically cut in the current version of the bill that we have up for vote tomorrow. If we don't pass this bill tomorrow, last year's budget remains in force. So now the question is,cui bono?""I'm still working on that sir, but evidently it must be someone within the Agency who stands to lose if funding for those programs is cut. On another note, I think we have a better idea of where your daughter is, sir."The Senator nodded. "How long until you can get a team ready to try to get her out?""Possibly tonight, sir." Banging on the door while watching the other man close in on her. She could read the conflict in his face; Grabbing her and doing what she could only imagine would be most unimaginable and risk his partner going off on him or being smart and calling off his little game. "Get me out of here!""Get clear of the door! I'm going to shoot the lock."She scampered to the far corner away from the door and covered her head, like her arms would offer some protection against a bullet anyway. In spite of expecting the gun shot, she yelped at the loud crack and crash.The man who shot the door grabbed her as soon as he entered the room and she couldn't help hiding behind him, twisting up the back of his shirt, putting him between her and the man with the crazy look in his eyes.She watched the exchange between the two men and for a moment she thought, hoped, it might be enough to break up their little partnership and call the whole thing off. He was pulling her back to that room and she dug her heels in, tugging against his hold. "I won't go back in there!" her voice near hysterical. "You can't lock me up in there, helpless for the next time Bruiser there gets a wild hair!" Slapping her hand against the door jam in a last ditch effort of resistance. "Just let me go!" "Sorry princess, no can do," Russell replied, gently but firmly shoving her back into the cell. Before closing the door he began to do some sort of thing with the door, setting its code to something else. If she were careful she would be able to figure out the new code, but the proximity badge and the biometrics would be trouble. "It's more than just the payday at the end of all this that I'm after. But I will make sure that asshole doesn't pull stunts like that ever again."He really wanted to refuse to take this particular job, but the mysterious, digitalized voice at the other end of the line said something very strange. "If you do this Mr. Flynn, we will not only pay you the agreed-upon amount, but also bring to light evidence that will serve to exonerate you of all culpability in the Dubai Operation. Your slate will be wiped clean, and you can get your life back.""What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, his voice strained."The girl's father already knows, and it will just be a matter of shaking his tree."Soon enough he heard Mortimer getting back upstairs, and as soon as he came in the doorway, Russell swung the but of his pistol at his head. The other man was fast, and ducked, only to take Russell's boot right in the mouth. The man fell to the floor, the box of medical equipment crashing to the ground. "What the fuck, Russell!" the man shouted, but before he could say anything more, Russell kicked him again in the ribs."Let that be a reminder Mort,do not pull shit like that again!" He said this, enunciating carefully. This exchange would be audible to Olivia in her cell, as the two men resumed their positions outside the door.What neither Russell nor Mortimer knew was that just outside in the woods was another group of mercenaries. They were ostensibly hired by Olivia's father, but they were operating under the senator's aide Vernon Edwards' orders. And his loyalties were questionable at best, and their orders with respect to Olivia were perhaps not what her father would have preferred.

The Princess and the Mercenary (Piper and stormwyrm)

_You're Going Under_ (Khoraz _ Opal)

"Hey, Max... Do you have a sec? There's something I need to ask you about..."It was the awkward start to an even more awkward conversation. Louis - or Lu, as most people tended to call him - had been debating having this talk with his older brother for several long weeks. Whenever he built up the courage to voice his problems, something always seemed to get in the way that meant they couldn't be alone. Their dad needed help with something, their mum called them over, the doorbell went. The world seemed set against him having any kind of progress with a problem that had been growing in the pit of his stomach ever since his early teenage years, and it was only through pure luck that Lu managed to grab his brother during a rare moment of quiet time. Sure, they each had their own places, but it was so damn difficult to actually talk."You're a therapist, right? So you've had lots of experience talking with people about their problems..."He wasn't looking for a reply yet, still building up his courage. He was sat on the edge of the living room sofa of their parents' home, the television humming quietly in the background. Mr and Mrs Nox had left to go see the neighbours about something trivial, which meant that the time was right. Still, it wasn't easy for Lu to talk about his personal life, and he cleared his throat as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. He felt like a stupid teenager again, stumbling through an awkward adolescence that should have been long behind him. He was twenty-two and fresh out of university; he should be past this kind of nervousness."Okay, I'm just going to say it." He took a deep, steadying breath, glancing sideways at Max before launching into a rushed confession that he really ought to have thought more about. "I've been having a bunch of issues with...sex, a-as in, having too much - or wanting too much - or, I don't know. I can't get it out of my head, to the point that it's getting in the way of other things. I haven't got a clue what I'm supposed to do about it, and I thought about going to a therapist but they're so expensive... and then I remembered that you have experience with that sort of thing, and I figured you'd be able to give me some advice."Vent over, Lu groaned and flopped back against the sofa cushions, placing a hand over his eyes. "... And now you probably think I'm a weirdo. Good job, Lu. Ask your brother about sex therapy, what a great idea." He grumbled to himself, parting his fingers just enough to peer through them to see Max's reaction."If you want me to shut up and pretend this never happened, I get it. Sorry, Max." He dropped his hand to instead run fingers through his mess of blonde hair, fidgeting with it as he often did whenever he felt especially nervous.( Maximus Nox( eldest of the Nox brothers, Maximus, had been sitting comfortably on the same couch as his sibling when the young man spoke up. He was still wearing the outfit he’d worn to the office that day: a gray button up shirt, black jeans, and tan leather shoes with a belt to match. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his brawny arms as they rested along the back of the sofa as he idly watched the nearby television, though his pale gaze soon flicked over to his brother. He would shift his position to one that was more receptive by leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees while turning slightly towards the younger man. A part of him was taken slightly off guard by the somber tone. It was one he was used to hearing from his patients, more often than not, but not as much from his family. He would give a single nod of acknowledgement, urging him to continue while remaining thoughtfully silent.Max resisted the urge to jump to any conclusions about the health of his brother and parents, though as soon as Louis uttered the word ‘sex’, these fears were dismissed. A wave of tension seemed to exit his body and he brought his hands together, interlacing his fingers as he rested his stubbled chin upon them. In the past, when he had been going through the same internal turmoil, Max would have visibly cringed at the topic of sex, but these days it was a specialty of his. He had embraced that part of himself, and now he made a living out of helping others do the same. He was humbled that his younger brother had such confidence in him, especially considering that Max had distanced himself from Lu when he was going through similar issues.In retrospect, Max regretted the decision to do so, but at the time, it seemed like his only option. How else would he put aside the hidden desires he had for his little brother? Ignoring the feelings he had did nothing to solve them. If anything, repressing them made matters worse. He began to obsess over what he was not allowed to have. Society had labeled his brother as off limits to him, but it only made Louis that much more appealing. He was like a forbidden fruit. Now, with the confession Lu had just made, it seemed that enticing fruit was nearing his reach.A gentle smile crossed his lips when Lu apologized to him and his older brother responded by shaking his head slowly.“No, no. I’m glad you brought this to me. I really admire your courage. I know it isn't always easy to ask for help." He spoke evenly, lowering one of his hands to place it on Lu's knee in a supportive gesture."I'm glad to help in any way I can. Mom and dad don't have to know anything, unless you want them to." He assured him, picking up on the fact that he'd waited to say something until they were alone. He would squeeze his brother's leg gingerly before pulling his hand away. He lifted himself slightly from his seat and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. After unfolding it, he pulled out a business card and held it out to Lu. The card was thick enough that it was difficult to flex it, much less bend it. It was matte black with a spiraled white circle in the center. Within the circle was his full name, Maximus Nox, his phone number, and the address of his office."Due to my…problem with sex addiction in the past, it has become a specialty of mine. Hypnotherapy has worked wonders, in my experience, for the subconscious mind." The silver-haired man explained. "There are those that doubt the legitimacy of hypnosis, but if you decide to stop by, you'll see it is real."Once his brother had taken the card, Max would tuck the wallet back into his pocket. "Of course, we can just use the office as a safe space to talk freely, if you're uneasy about the idea of being hypnotized." His passive tone might suggest that he felt hypnosis wasn't a big deal, and that was precisely what he wanted his younger sibling to think. He wanted to paint it as something fun to try, not intimidating, with the added benefit of it being therapeutic. It was almost impossible to tell what his brother was thinking during moments like these. Lu supposed it was all part of the difficult training to become a therapist; keeping your expression carefully open and non-judgemental, whilst giving nothing away as to what was going on behind those calm eyes. For the average client that was probably reassuring, but for Lu speaking to his older brother... it made things more awkward. Less personal, which was perhaps a good thing. He needed professional help after all.Lu did feel the subtle lessening of tension from Max's tall frame when he voiced his problems, which gave him some measure of confidence. He had been right to think that Max was the best person to turn to, being completely unaware of those less-than brotherly thoughts and desires filling the older man's mind.He let out a trembling sigh of relief when Max shook his head and spoke to ease his worries, closing his eyes for a moment and letting his head fall forwards. Long hair draped around his face and he remained still for a few moments, trying to calm himself down until that large hand made to rest comfortingly on his knee.His leg twitched slightly, and Lu sucked in a steadying breath as such a simple touch was enough to trigger a sexual response from his head. Nevermind that this was his brother - his body automatically reacted to the firm pressure that could so easily slide higher up his leg, caress his thigh and move between his legs to--"Nngh, no way." He shook his head firmly, moving to press his legs together in a way he hoped seemed perfectly natural. The question helped him refocus as he looked back at Max, shaking his head firmly. "Can you imagine how they'd react? Please don't tell anyone about this. Just... you knowing about it is okay."He took the card that was offered, running his fingers over the design and inwardly marvelling at the quality. Max had to be successful, if he could splash out on such luxurious business cards. It helped inspire confidence and Lu made a small sound of acknowledgement at the idea of hypnotherapy being used to help. Normally he'd assume it to be a waste of time, but the way Max described it made the treatment sound like a serious avenue to go down.Lu trusted his older brother, and nodded with a small smile playing about his features. "I'd give it a try. I mean, if it's you then I think I could do it. Properly relax and stuff." He shrugged his shoulders, sliding the card into the back pocket of his jeans."Thanks for, erm, not being weird about this... d'you think I could drop by tomorrow? I know it's the weekend so if you have the day off, I get it." As Max watched his younger brother express his relief, he was reminded of why he felt such strong desire for him. Max had a rough and rugged type of appeal, but Louis was different. Louis was beautiful. Even in the desperate state he was in, Lu was somehow still elegant in his elder brother’s eyes. He found himself staring as strands of blonde hair framed his delicate face, but he ripped his gaze from his face to look towards his leg when he felt it twitch under his grasp. It was obvious to the older man that his brother’s body was incredibly tense, like a rubber band ready to snap at the slightest touch. His throat tightened slightly as he had to force himself to stop thinking about how reactive his body would be in his grasp, even while under hypnosis.Max would offer a single acknowledging nod when his brother said he wanted to keep this problem between the two of them. He was satisfied, but he did not allow this emotion to transfer to his face. The less people that knew about this arrangement between brothers, the easier it would be for Max to carry out his lustful scheme. His smile grew slightly when his brother agreed to be treated by him and he waved a hand dismissively when he expressed his gratitude.“What else are brothers for? But yeah, tomorrow is perfect. The office is closed tomorrow, but I don’t mind coming in for a couple of hours. We’ll have the place to ourselves.” Normally, Max would have been angered by the mere thought of coming into work on the weekend, but in this scenario, he was thrilled. His fingers seemed to itch with eagerness. “Just let me know what time, and I can be there. It’s only a couple blocks from my place.” Lu didn't trust anybody else with such a secret, but ever since they were children he had always confided in his older brother. Max was the dependable one, the responsible one who always knew just what to do - and Lu felt extremely grateful to have someone to lean on when he really needed it. He could only imagine how their parents would react if he told them about his issues. They did their best, but they weren't the most understanding of people. "I'll order takeout to say sorry for making you open." He offered with a small smile, glancing down at his cellphone that he withdrew from his pocket."Let's see... how about tomorrow about eleven? We could grab some lunch after or something?" It was easy enough to reach Max/s office; just a bike ride away from Lu's own apartment in the city, and so he felt comfortable with the short notice. It wasn't as if anything was going to happen. He had complete faith in his older brother.The rest of the family get-together went just as planned. They sat around the table and shared a hearty homecooked meal, and chatted about Max's practice and Lu's studies. Lu was happiest when the topic of conversation wasn't on himself, so he always tried to direct the flow towards his brother. It would be difficult to be the one talking come their appointment the next day, but he reassured himself that it would be worth it in the long run. He needed help, and the only way he would get it would be to face his issues......The next morning Lu awoke bright and early. He showered, made himself some scrambled eggs for breakfast, and set about getting ready to meet Max at the practice. His outfit was a simple one, comprising of a white tshirt, casual black blazer, and a pair of skinny jeans that clung comfortably to his slim hips. He tied his hair back into a low ponytail and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror with a small frown playing about his features. "Ugh... You can do this, don't back out now. It's just Max. You talk to him all the time."He tried to psych himself up for the meeting, splashing his face with cold water before heading out his apartment door. Keys, wallet, phone. Everything he needed - and speaking of phone, he sent Max a quick message to say that he was on his way, and would be about twenty minutes.Lu loved riding his bike, and he was an expert at weaving between traffic and pedestrians to get to his destination in record time. The breeze rushing against his face helped to calm his frayed nerves somewhat, and by the time he pulled up to the tall office building that housed Max's practice, he was feeling better about the upcoming conversation. He locked up his bike, headed to the door, and pushed the buzzer to be let in."Hey, Max. It's me." He always felt awkward talking to an intercom, heading inside quickly and making his way to Max's rooms. He took a deep, steadying breath outside the door, then let himself in with a firm cough."Hey, hope I'm not early - bike ride was a bit faster than I was expecting." He smiled apologetically, shutting the door behind him. "Thanks again for, um, doing this." He added, drifting somewhat awkwardly towards a nearby couch and flopping down into the comfortable fabric. Max had chuckled as his brother offered to buy food to return the favor. "If you insist." He replied. He hoped to be more than compensated for his time, but his brother would be unaware of this, at least for the first session. Perhaps the second, as well. He would dutifully play the part of a caring, supportive older brother until that time came. Once it did, his brother would never look at him that way again. Even if. by some miracle, Lu ended up enjoying this new type of attention, how would he ever be able to trust Max after such deception? This ought to bother him, betraying his brother's trust this way, and at one time in his life he might have—but those days had long passed. He cared little for what others thought about him these days. Of course, he would be forced to care about what they thought if he was caught. He could lose his job, or even go to jail, but Max was confident to a fault. He felt he could talk his way out of just about anything."Tomorrow at eleven sounds perfect."——————————Max woke the next morning from a particularly steamy dream revolving around his younger brother. He cooled his heated skin with a lukewarm shower and slicked his gray hair back after dressing in an olive v-neck, blue jeans, and a pair of boots. The scent of cedar and mint followed him as he made his way into his garage and slid into the car parked within: an old Impala. Despite being made over half a century ago, the car was still in great shape, both inside and out. Just as he was about to back out of the garage, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He checked it and saw it was a text from his brother. He sent a thumbs up in response before tucking it back into his pocket and leaving his home.He arrived at the practice maybe twenty minutes before Louis. The two-story building contained a variety of businesses, but they all seemed to have two things in common. They were service oriented, and they were successful. He parked in the same area he always did; a single black car among a sea of empty spaces. He made his way to the third floor to the psychology office he worked for and turned on the lights, though with the afternoon sun pouring in through the large windows, it wasn’t truly necessary.He would wait within earshot of the intercom as he prepared his space. The room wasn’t very big, but this didn’t bother Max. It was just large enough to function, but the close proximity usually worked in his favor. It was furnished with a pair of leather armchairs, a modest wooden desk with another, smaller chair behind it, and two large paintings on the white walls. They were both abstract pieces that Max had purchased years ago, and they each depicted repeating patterns. He had finished clearing off his desk when he heard his brother call over the speaker at the clerk's desk."Hey Lu, come on up. Suite 6 on the second floor." He instructed before walking out to the corridor to wait for him to arrive. It was in this moment that anxiousness crept into his mind, and for the first time he debated going through with it. This internal turmoil was snuffed out as soon as Max saw his younger brother walking towards him. He breathed in a steadying breath through his nostrils and a kind smile rose to his lips."No problem, I was tidying up a bit until you got here." He replied as he led the way in, bypassing the waiting area to show Louis to his room. He would stand in front of one of the two armchairs, leaving the other one for the younger man. He did this intentionally, and once they were both seated, Lu would be able to see a clock on the wall just behind Max. "I'm just happy I may be able to help in some way." He said humbly, fighting back the lecherous thoughts that began to flood his mind."How are you feeling? Are you ready to give it a go?" Lu knew that his brother was successful, but he was always surprised by the fashionable interior design of the office. It was simple, but the paintings and high-quality furniture helped to create a professional atmosphere that reassured patients they were in good hands. For Lu, there was no one else he'd rather share his problems with."Oh, I'm okay .. well, maybe motokay-okay." He laughed, somewhat awkward as he leaned back into the comfortable armchair, glancing to the clock on the wall that told him it was a couple of minutes to the hour. "I'm pretty nervous, to be honest... but I want to try this. I mean, I trust you way more than some random psychologist."He shrugged his shoulders to try and relieve himself of some lingering tension, taking a deep breath before nodding across to Max. "Yeah, I'm ready. Is this where you get out the pendulum or something?" It was a joke, but for all he knew Max did use something like that. He didn't have a clue how hypnotism worked, but he was hopeful that it would help. Maximus smiled and nodded in understanding when his brother admitted that he was nervous, but wanted to continue regardless. "Trust and relaxation are very important." He said, standing once more to move towards the windows on the outside wall. He closed the blinds gradually, causing the room to darken, but the overhead lights were still bright. He chuckled at the mention of a pendulum and used a switch on the wall to dim the overhead lights as well. It would still be easy enough for both of them to see, but the lighting was less harsh."I think it's fun to collect items like that. Pendulums, hypnotic wheels, pocket watches, and the like. I could certainly use them, but they are not needed. Focus can be drawn to any item." He explained as he moved to his brother's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. That same hand would slide down to his chest, pressing against it gently until Lu's back was flush with the back of the chair. He would move his hand away once he was satisfied then stepped in front of him, placing his hands on each of his brother's knees to make sure his feet were flat on the floor and about shoulder-width apart.Afterwards, Max returned to his chair. "You could pick just about anything in the room to look at, but I usually suggest the clock, here." He said, motioning towards it with his thumb. The clock was silent, with one hand for the hour and one for the minute, and it was hung only a couple of feet from the ceiling. This was done on purpose, as eyes that were directed upward would tire faster than eyes that were looking down."We will begin with a breathing exercise. Lock your eyes onto an object and do not look away." His older brother would wait a few seconds, allowing him to follow his instruction before continuing. "I will count from one to ten, and at that time I want you to inhale. Inhale slowly enough that it takes the full ten seconds to fill your lungs. Then, we will do the opposite. I will count down from ten to one, and I want you to exhale. We will repeat this over and over until I feel you're ready for the next step." As they did this, Max would occasionally praise him by saying 'good' or 'that's right'. After he felt Louis was sufficiently dazed, he would move on. "You will begin to feel a heaviness on your body, like a weighted blanket. This heavy feeling affects your eyelids, too. The more you sit here, the heavier your eyelids become...until you just can't keep your eyes open anymore." He would wait several seconds, watching for Lu's eyes to close ever-so-slightly. "Your eyes will be shut and you will be in a trance by the time I count down from ten to one." He would count down slowly, and when he reached the number one, he would snap his fingers softly. The room felt strangely intimate as the blinds were slowly drawn closed. Light still filtered around the very edges, and the dim light above meant that they were hardly in darkness, but knowing that there would be no prying eyes helped Lu feel more secure. Of course no one would have climbed up the building to peer in through the window, but it was a mental thing."Focus, huh..." He repeated, curiously listening to Max's explanation before he was urged back more fully against the chair. The Hand on his shoulder was firm sliding down to his chest where pressure was applied. Max would no doubt feel the way Lu's heart jumped against his ribs, that simple touch twisted by his brain into something it wasn't. The young brother swallowed when that same hand moved to his knee, the other joining to ease his legs apart. "S-Sorry." He mumbled, a twitch running across his hips.Thankfully Max was nothing but professional, and he moved to begin the hypnotism process. Lu did as he was told as he focused on the clock raised high on the far wall, slowing his breathing to a deliberate in and out... in and out...The countdown started to make him feel strangely tired, and he visibly sank into the chair. Max's gentle encouragement helped him along, and he gradually felt that heaviness over his body as described. His eyes slid slowly closed, his head tilted to one side as he fell towards that trance state. The steady countdown started, and Lu's mind drifted away from him... three... two... one...Snap.He shivered ever so slightly, his body still and relaxed in the chair. His eyes remained closed. The older man allowed himself a slight smile of content when his brother closed his eyes, but he wasn't confident enough to follow through with his lecherous plot right away. "Good." He praised as he stood up quietly and walked towards his unconscious sibling. He placed his steady fingertips along Louis brow line to gingerly push his head back, resting it against the cushion to lift his face. "Imagine yourself on a beach. You hear the surf, you smell the salt, and you feel the warm breath of the ocean against your skin." As he said this, the fingers against his forehead would move up to sift through his hair, mimicking the breeze that he described.He watched his younger brother like a hawk, gathering as much information as he could about his mental state by observing his physical body. He would look carefully for any sudden movements, a change in breathing, or anything else that would indicate that he wasn't hypnotized deeply enough. He had to reach that perfect balance of unconsciousness for this to work, otherwise he could have a better recollection of what Max did to him. If the trance wastoodeep, Louis could actually fall asleep, and that was no good for what Max had in mind."Think about what is plaguing your mind: sex." Max lifted his hand from his hair slowly before lowering it again on his slender neck. His palm pressed gently against his throat while his fingers played along the side, his thumb stroking over his jawline almost affectionately. "Is it really such a vile thing? Is it something we should be ashamed of? No. Of course not. Sex is as natural as breathing." He said in a deep, calm tone, watching his brother's face carefully as his thumb dared to trace over his lovely lips. "We must not deny ourselves something so instinctive, Louis. Say you meet someone you find attractive at your beach. Do you shame yourself out of approaching them? Or do you talk to them and sate all your pent up desires?" His thumb would tug lightly on his bottom lip, pulling it down to open his mouth slightly. "You should succumb to all of your most carnal cravings."As he worked with his brother's unconscious mind, his manhood stirred in his pants. The silver-haired man's breathing grew heavier as his toned form began to heat, and before long he grew bold enough to press his stiffening bulge against Lu's shoulder. There was no resistance as Max eased Louis' head back against the cushion, tilting his face upwards and emphasising the smooth column of his neck. The scenery of a beach drifted through the younger brother's mind at the quiet encouragement, and Lu let out a faint sight as those fingers moved to comb through his hair - the gentle sea breeze brushing across his face. "Mmn... nice..." He murmured, his tone distant and unfocused as he began to lose himself in Max's words.There were no indications that the hypnosis wasn't going perfectly. Lu was visibly relaxed, his breathing slow and steady. He reacted when Max spoke, but always in a somewhat hazy response. The prompt to focus on sex drew a small groan from between Lu's lips and his hips shifted ever so slightly. The fingers caressing his neck urged him to tip his head back a little but further, as if offering more of that smooth column to be explored.Sex is natural... must not deny it...Lu's breath hitched, legs lazily sliding further apart as his thoughts were left to freely explore the scenario set before him. His lips parted ever so slightly as the thumb traced along their flushed lines, easily allowing Max to open them even further."I should... succumb... let go..." He let out a breathy sigh, feeling a heat stirring between his thighs as those thoughts continued to grow. His tongue slid between parted lips to flick against Max's thumb, acting on instinct that was left to control his thoughts. "Feels... hot..." Lu whispered, unconsciously leaning closer to that hardness that rubbed against his shoulder. Max watched as Lu's hips and legs began to move, and he knew his plan was proceeding just as he'd hoped. When his brother reaffirmed his suggestions in a dazed tone, he couldn't help but grin. "That's right, little brother." He said heatedly, his sharp jaw tensing as he felt Lu's warm tongue against his thumb. He would press his hips forward as he heard Lu's soft comment, grinding his semi-erect package against his arm."Hot, yes. It feels like your blood is boiling with lust. You aren't afraid of it. When you eventually find adequate release, that heat will subside, for a time. Your mind will be at peace." As he spoke deliberately, his thumb would slide over Louis' tongue, pushing deeper until his digit was engulfed in his brother's velvety mouth. A groan rumbled in his chest as he thought about how heavenly his mouth would feel wrapped around his swelling cock. Was it worth the risk? Would Lu question the taste of seed on his tongue once he came to?Mutual hand jobs would likely be the safest bet. That, or a round of frotting. As Max reached this conclusion, his free hand would work to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He pushed them slightly lower on his hips until his manhood was obscured only by the fabric of his boxers. His girthy rod would press against his brother's arm while Max reached down to guide Lu's palm to his lap. The intimate words of encouragement washed over Louis' dazed form, sinking into his senses and feeling morerightthab anything he heard while he was awake. He felt that gentle, rocking pressure against his arm and let his head sway towards it, his shoulder rolling loosely against the warm hardness that was pressed so close.Hot, boiling, lust.Lu moaned, the sound one of pure want and desperation as the words did their work. His lips parted around the thumb that pressed forward, and he automatically started to suck on the digit. He flicked his tongue against it, running up and down as if he were doing something quite different. Sweet groans were muffled by the action as he lazily arched his head back and forth. He could feel that needy heat coiled deep within his stomach, and his hips flexed upwards to reveal the obvious erection tenting his pants.He heard the distant shifting of clothes, and his hand was lifted to press against warm skin closeby. Heat radiated from Max's cock, and Lu's fingers reached blindly for the hardened length, soon finding and wrapping around it to begin slowly stroking up and down. He squeezed and rubbed the length with a clearly expert hand - it obviously wasn't the first time Lu had done this - and he visibly shuddered at the sensation."W-Want... too hot..." Max’s hungry gaze fixed itself on his brother’s pink lips and tongue as they moved over his thumb and he pushed it deeper into his mouth for a moment, pressing his knuckle against his lips as he explored his mouth. He would eventually withdraw his finger, spreading his glossy saliva over his lips as he lowered his eyes to the needy lump in Lu’s pants. He slid his hand down, squeezing his slender neck briefly before continuing down his chest. Louis was not as muscular as his brother, but this allured Max all the more. Even so, Louis had a nice amount of sleek definition. Max would take his time appreciating his pecs and abs, lightly massaging his tense muscles as he pressed down towards his lap.Once there, Max would place his palm firmly against his brother’s package, his middle finger stretching towards the warm crevice between his lower cheeks. He pressed the heel of his palm along his throbbing length, stroking him through his pants while nudging his fingertip closer to his puckered hole. He hissed with pleasure as Lu’s soft fingers grasped and jerked his manhood, rolling his hips lightly to encourage him. Eventually a cloudy bead of precum decorated his mushroom tip.“If you want it, take it. Do not be afraid to take what you want. Anything you want.” He said, his voice thick with lust as he threw caution to the wind. He would press his hips forward, smearing his precum over his brother’s cheek. He anchored himself by grasping the back of the chair with his free hand while the hand in Lu’s lap began to shift. His fingers worked to unfasten his tight fitting pants, tugging them down forcefully until the waistband was halfway down his lovely rear. He slipped his fingertips under the elastic of his underwear to stroke his brother’s pulsing shaft. Lu continued to suck that steadily thrusting digit as it pressed deeper into his mouth, his tongue dragging along the underside to lavish such lewd attention on Max's skin. It was obvious that his mind's eye was imagining something quite different, and a low groan of disappointment slipped between his lips when that finger was soon pulled away. It left him breathing slightly harder than before, his cheeks flushed and eyelids fluttering with a sightless motion.The touch didn't stop, however, as the hand trailed down his neck. A brief tightening drew a sharp gasp from the dazed young man, and he arched forwards into the hand that trailed further down his chest in a slow massaging path towards his hips. "Mmngh-" A louder moan echoed from Lu as he head tipped back when Max's palm pressed firmly against his erection, his hips flexing upward with a needy whine that rumbled from deep inside Lu's chest. Fingers teased at his clothed opening, enough to make him squirm, and his hand continued to stroke Max's impressive cock to show his pleasure."A... Anything..." He repeated that tantalising word, grunting as he felt that nudge of heat on his cheek. The powerful scent of masculinity was too tempting to ignore, and he turned his head towards Max's cock to thoughtlessly take the tip into his mouth. He wanted it, so he took it - just like Max had urged him to, and he moaned around the head as he wrapped his lips more securely around the throbbing length to start an eager rhythm that had his tongue press into the slit to taste the beads of precum that had formed there.Meanwhile his own hips were arching towards the hand that awkwardly pushed his clothes out of the way, bare skin soon meeting the hardness of his own arousal which ached desperately in his boxers. He slid his thighs apart, shameless and honest in all of his movements as he remained utterly enthralled by the hypnotist technique. His older brother couldn’t help but notice how adorable Louis looked at that moment with his rosy cheeks, slight panting, hips writhing, and his shapely thighs parting to allow him better access to his puckered hole. He’d fantasized this so many times, and things were going even smoother than he anticipated. It felt like a dream, and he had to remind himself that it wasn’t, especially when he felt his brother’s warm mouth wrap around his swollen cockhead.Max allowed himself to revel in this feeling of blissful pleasure for a moment, reaping the sinful benefits of his plot. He tilted his head back, facing the ceiling as he let his eyelids slowly close. He groaned deeply as he felt his tongue play along his urethra, sending a pleasurable shiver up his spine as well as causing his length to tense. His breathing grew heavier the longer Louis worked, and he released another heated moan as he opened his eyes.He turned his gaze to a very small, barely noticeable, camera that he had mounted in the corner, just below the ceiling. It was positioned several feet behind his left shoulder, pointed specifically at Lu’s chair. He had come in the same night Lu approached him with his problem to install it, as it would play a crucial part in his scheme later on. The lewd session between brothers was being filmed, in high definition. There would be no way for his little brother to deny what he had done while under hypnosis.With these thoughts in the back of his mind, his pale orbs landed on Lu's face. "Good…if you take what you want, you will be rewarded." He said, maintaining his soothing tone as he moved his hand down further in his lap. His middle finger eventually dipped between the soft cheeks of his rear to caress his sphincter in slow circles. He spiraled inward until it was pressing against his puckered hole, softly at first, though he soon pushed his digit into his brother. A satisfied purr rumbled in his chest as his finger was enveloped by Louis' warm, taut asshole while he pushed in deeper. He would only stop once his knuckles were pressed against the soft globes of his rear. It was all the more easy for Lu to fall deeper I to that lustful haze as he allowed the pleasure to wash over him. He felt lighter, more free and calm than he could remember - though his thoughts were hazy enough that it was impossible to grasp more than what was happening to him at that moment. All he knew was that he was enjoying himself, and he had no desire for that feeling to stop, especially with that alluring voice encouraging him to go deeper and deeper...He continued to suck diligently on the flushed cock between his lips, sweet sighs of pleasure echoing as he pressed slightly closer to slide the length further into his mouth. It was natural for him, and he loved every moment of it as he let his eyes drift closed to better indulge in the sensation. His tongue swirled around the head, running along the throbbing vein on the underside and further up, all the while his throat worked to swallow whatever drops fell from the thin slit.There could have been a hundred cameras in the room for all Louis could pay attention. His eyes only opened when Max spoke again, dazed and not fully aware as they peered upwards. A reward? He liked rewards. He gave a low moan of acknowledgement and nodded lightly against the other man's cock before he felt that finger nudge more firmly between his cheeks.He squirmed, breath catching at the initial pressure before the digit pushed inside his body, rubbing against his sensitive muscles in a way that made his own erection throb. His opening adapted quickly, showing his experience, and he whimpered around Max's cock when the finger reached fully inside. His hips rocked ever so slightly, those hazy eyes clouded with pleasure. The elder brother had received his fair share of blowjobs in the past, but the one Louis was giving him was on another level. He was certain that some of the mind-numbing pleasure he was feeling was a result of the societal rules he was happy to break, but aside from that, his younger brother’s technique was incredible. Every slight sensation his mouth gave him earned Louis a fresh taste of precum, and soon enough it was flowing out in a steady stream. Max’s grip on the couch would tighten, the leather groaning as it was stretched by his digits. When Lu started to move closer, silently expressing a need to take him deeper, Max would oblige by taking half a step forward. He pressed both of his legs against the arm of the chair as he pushed his hips forward, eager to feel his tip kiss the entrance to his brother’s throat.His panting grew heavier as he felt Lu’s sweet hole stretch as it squeezed his finger. He began to pull his middle finger out, stopping once only the tip was inside before pushing it in deep once more. The digit settled into a slow rhythm, curling lightly against his prostate with each pass. Max would allow his brother’s hole to get used to the girth of a single finger before he pressed the tip of his ring finger in as well. He pushed both fingers in deep, curling his other three fingers towards his palm so they were out of the way. As time passed, his slow, gentle strokes would gradually hasten as he felt his cock beginning to swell within Lu’s slick mouth. Louis was in another world; a world where it didn't matter how much he indulged or enjoyed in his fantasies. That voice had spoken words of encouragement that swept him up in the tide of pleasure as he continued to suck firmly on Max's cock, eagerly swallowing down the potent taste of masculinity that he so craved. He felt those hips shift closer to him, and he moaned in delight as the length sank a little deeper into his mouth, nudging against the back of his throat where he shuddered at the sensation.His own hips were shifting too, rocking between both hands that worked him with an expert touch. The finger rubbing against his insides was soon joined by a second, adding a delicious stretch that added even more heat to his flushed body. He moaned desperately, breathing quickly through his nose as his cock visibly twitched against Max's fingers. The quickening speed of the hand pumping him up and down was rewarded with copious amounts of precum, slickening the elder brother's fingers and making them glisten.The way Lu's body tightened and shuddered, it was obvious how very close he was to being pushed over the edge. It would just take a little more, and his pleasure would tip beyond the point of control. The ordinarily sharp mind of the older man was heavily clouded with pleasure as he reached the tightness of Lu’s throat. It was all too easy for him to forget that this wasn’t an average Saturday night. This wasn’t some over zealous stranger that he could mindlessly screw. He had to think. There could be consequences if things didn’t go as they should, and besides that he had a job to do. This wasn’t just about his own pleasure anymore; he’d convinced himself that he was doing this to help his brother. Poor Louis was so repressed, so desperate for release, that the inferiority of his previous lovers became obvious.Max fancied himself a generous sensualist, but in this situation he felt he had to outdo his past efforts. He needed to coax a nice, copious load from his little brother until every last drop was drained from his balls. A healthy release that ought to satisfy the virile young man, at least for a few hours. As soon as he showed signs of sexual frustration again, he could return to his brother's office for another session. Or, perhaps it would be best for him to return for preventive treatment.His meaty shaft would jerk hard within his mouth at the thought, and he groaned as he leaked another helping of precum into Lu’s tight maw. “That’s it…you’re almost there…” He would say through grit teeth, stroking the sweet spot tucked inside his slick ass as he pumped his brother’s cock. He turned his gray agate orbs down towards his hands as he worked, watching and feeling the lewd nectar on his fingers. He yearned for a taste, but there was no time for that now, with his own release so close at hand. There would be plenty of time for tasting when the time came to clean up.“Now…just let go. Let it out. All of it.” His instruction almost sounded like a command as he rushed the words from his lips. Only a moment later, his manhood would swell to its widest girth and his heavy sack heaved as he pushed his hips roughly forward, pinning Louis’ head against the back of the chair. He let out a booming roar that filled the room as he pumped his thick seed into his brother’s throat. He would continue to pump his brother’s cock as he came, but the fingers inside his puckered hole became still. They pressed in deep, the tips massaging his prostate almost lovingly. Full, good, hot, heavy, right--Lu's mind was a lazy mess of pleasure, words rolling over one another in the far reaches of his thoughts that worked to spur him on to satisfy the fantasy that was playing out in front of him. He was both there and not there; lingering in the physical sensation of his aching body and a desperation to find that release that he could never reach by himself. The heady fog clouded him enough that Max could have been anyone at all; a nameless figure that promised to give him everything he needed.His jaw ached from being held open for so long, but that was all part of the whole. The discomfort added to the pleasure he felt, and Lu let out a muffled groan as Max's cock throbbed against his tongue, seeming to swell and reach even deeper down his throat. A visible shudder ran down his spine and he arched his head back to welcome the additional movement, careless as to the shameful line of saliva that ran down his chin.He felt just as full in his hips as well. Max's fingers curled perfectly against his tight opening to rub that hidden bundle of nerves enough to make him see stars. His moans grew louder and he squirmed against the chair as the pleasure grew towards a feverpitch, that firm encouragement washing over him to drive him even deeper into the lull of hypnotism. The sudden tipping of pleasure seemed to happen all at once as Max pressed deeper between his lips. The heady rush of seed against his tongue triggered a desperate release in Lu, his hips stuttering upwards with a needy whine as his own cock twitched against the stroking fingers.His body visibly throbbed and his eyes rolled shut as the power of his climax took him over. His throat worked automatically to greedily swallow every drop of seed that was offered to him, which his own was left to dribble over Max's fingers as he sagged against the chair. Spent, warm, and glazed. Maximus would press his hips forward with enough force to press his little brother’s head against the cushion of the chair, his warm sack resting against the other man’s chin as he watched him swallow. He found it very satisfying to watch, so much so that his manhood hardly softened after cumming. He found himself wanting to continue, but he decided he shouldn’t push his luck. His plans could wait until the next session. With this in mind, he would shift his hips back, pulling his manhood from between his rosy lips while his fingers slipped out of his rear.“You’ve done well, Louis. Very well.” The older man purred, leaning down to brush his lips against Lu’s softer ones as he lifted his fingers from his cock. He straightened again to lick his cum-laden fingers clean before noticing a pearl he’d missed on his brother’s smooth stomach. He would lean down again to lap it up slowly while his hands worked to tuck him back into his pants. He tucked himself away as well and lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back before he walked back to his seat.“Now, just bask in the afterglow. You feel fulfilled–more so now than ever before. It’s tranquil.” As he spoke, Max would adjust his rigid shaft within his pants, trying to conceal the obvious bulge in his lap. A losing battle, he realized, so he reached over to his desk to fetch a notepad and pen. He placed the pad in such a way that it concealed his groin while he scribbled down a few notes. He would write his brother’s name at the top, then the problem he was being treated for. Below that, he would put the date and duration of the session. Upon glancing at the clock, he found nearly an hour had passed since Louis’ appointment time.He turned his steely gaze back to his younger brother and he placed his elbow on the arm of the chair, resting the knuckles of his right hand against his jaw as he tried to relax, or at least appear that way. The scent of his brother’s most intimate regions still lingered on his fingers. “We’ve reached the end of our session. You are beginning to wake up. I will count from one to ten this time, and when I reach ten, you’ll be fully awake.” Max counted to ten at a snail’s pace, allowing himself some extra time to breathe deeply before he was finished. Once Louis opened his eyes, Max would offer him a gentle smile.“Well? How was it? How do you feel?” The hazy pleasure was obvious in Lou's glazed expression as he peered up towards his brother. Even if he wasn't fully realising what was happening, his reactions were the most honest they had ever been; he relished the taste and heat of sex, and he visibly shuddered when Max finally stepped away. His lips were left slightly flushed, and his tongue moved to automatically follow his brother's cock to sample one last taste before he closed his mouth.The soft words of encouragement washed over him as he sank more deeply into the chair, a faint whimper slipping between his lips as they shared that brief kiss. It might have been romantic, were it not for the troubling circumstances surrounding them. Lou let out a low sigh when the tongue briefly touched his abdomen to clean off that last spot of fluid, moving wherever Max needed him to in order to get dressed once again."Mmn... fulfilled... tranquil..." He repeated the words, tilting his head back until he rested against the chair, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He looked extremely relaxed, the subtle flush upon his cheeks being the only sign that something extra had happened between them. Lou closed his eyes for a few moments as Max took some time to settle himself, letting his head roll forwards when the process of waking uo began.The seconds were slow and gradual, Lou's eyes fluttering beneath the lids as his groggy mind started to regain composure. His fingers twitched and he visibly shuddered during the final two seconds, before Max finished the count with that warm smile."Ah... huh?" He blinked, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. He felt exhausted, but in a good way. Somehow satisfied and warm, and more relaxed than he could remember having felt in ages. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he let out a small chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "God, I don't even remember... what were we talking about?"He glanced to the clock, then back to Max. "I feel... really good. Did you do the trance thing? I hope I didn't say anything stupid." He grinned sheepishly, clearly oblivious as to what just happened.

_You're Going Under_ (Khoraz _ Opal)

East Horizon (IC)

OOCKura grabbed her rifle."I'm going to go hunting. Caesar, go scouting to the east, in Valos."The group were west of the town, in a dense forest. Kura stood up and put her sniper rifle around her torso."Rumors say they have Marks. If you find them, get back here. You can't take all of them on at once."She walked towards a tree and climbed it. There were no birds in sight, which made sense. The plague killed almost all of them.But no deers? That was strange.The plague is spread by birds. Most people believe only blue birds are infected, because of the nickname "Blue Plague". It's called the Blue Plague because of the pigmentation of the skin, although blue skin is rare. The founder of the disease found blue blotches on the first patient. Blink, you stupid animal. Blink!...BLINK!...Finally.When the creature opened its eyes again, the statue was gone.I don't plan to get eaten. If I have to die, that's not the way it's going to happen. Jonah was annoyed. He had been tracking a Mark for a week, and now he escaped. "Gotta be kidding me. Where'd he go?" In the corner of his eye he saw a shimmer in the air."Got you now." He turned suddenly and fired. A man appeared where the shimmer was, with a bullet in his head. He slumped over. Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar leaned against a tree, two dogs at his side. They looked at the women talking to their master and snarled a little. Caesar stretched his hand out calming the dogs, "Shh.... you can't eat her... not yet anyways..." He whispered so Kura wouldn't hear him.He looked up to the girl, "You don't have the authority to order me around girly..." He said as he started walking, "Like they will fight.... they just run, and run.... make it interesting..." He said to no one in particular as he started walking to town.Tapping on his thigh, and whistling, the dogs started following him.Let the hunt begin...AjaxAjax sat in the branches of a tree near the town of Valos. He had slowed down recently, as he thought he put a good distance between him and the nearest hunter. Where he sat was in a shadowy area of the tree's branches, so if need be he could hide.He heard the sound of a distant gun shot, but didn't think much of it. As long as he was in the tree, no one should be able to find him. If he heard the sound of dogs, he would then have to run. But for now, he wanted to rest. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar leaned against a tree, two dogs at his side. They looked at the women talking to their master and snarled a little. Caesar stretched his hand out calming the dogs, "Shh.... you can't eat her... not yet anyways..." He whispered so Kura wouldn't hear him.He looked up to the girl, "You don't have the authority to order me around girly..." He said as he started walking, "Like they will fight.... they just run, and run.... make it interesting..." He said to no one in particular as he started walking to town.Tapping on his thigh, and whistling, the dogs started following him. Let the hunt begin...AjaxAjax sat in the branches of a tree near the town of Valos. He had slowed down recently, as he thought he put a good distance between him and the nearest hunter. Where he sat was in a shadowy area of the tree's branches, so if need be he could hide. He heard the sound of a distant gun shot, but didn't think much of it. As long as he was in the tree, no one should be able to find him. If he heard the sound of dogs, he would then have to run. But for now, he wanted to rest.The girl, no longer a statue, simply walked now that the danger was past.Unfortunately, the speed she moved at earlier had exhausted her, and she simply collapsed at the bottom of a tree.I could get up...But I don't want to...Five more minutes...If I hear anyone, I can always just wait until they blink, after all...Then I'll be gone... Kura spotted a deer. About 56 meters away.She laid down on the branch, big enough and strong enough to support her weight. She aimed at it, and fired. The bullet hit its chest, and after a few seconds it fell over.Kura jumped down and walked over to it with her knife. After 2 minutes, she grabbed a small chunk of raw meat and walked back over to the camp.She cooked it and put it down before moving back to her tree.Marks are controversial in Kulias. Unlike Joaku, where it's considered a gift, Marks at home divide the country. Half believe it's a gift from gods, while others think it's a curse and anyone with it should be cleansed. AjaxAjax noticed the tired girl at the bottom of the tree. At first he was cautious, but then he noticed the Mark."Psst.... Psst... up here." Ajax said as he dropped a twig on her, raising his hand, showing his Mark, "It's not safe down there...." John was on the side walk, and one could argue that this was the lowest point in his life; he was begging for change.Look at me, being reduced to this state. What would my family say if they saw me now...But he didn't have time to reflect as more people walked by, not evening listening to him for his plea of change so he could go east. Sighing, he waited for the next person to pass, adjusting the cloth that hid his mark, unaware of people hunting him. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax noticed the tired girl at the bottom of the tree. At first he was cautious, but then he noticed the Mark. "Psst.... Psst... up here." Ajax said as he dropped a twig on her, raising his hand, showing his Mark, "It's not safe down there...."The moment the twig hit her, her head snapped up, and she shot to her feet, adrenaline giving her energy.She saw the Mark, but that didn't make her trust him. Anyone could have a Mark.Nevertheless, she warily climbed the tree, entirely prepared to turn herself to stone if necessary. Ugh... these forests have no deer. Only death and snakes.Kura jumped down the tree, carrying the rifle in her hand. She walked around, looking for something, or someone. The trees were plenty, and the leaves covered the sky. If it had more plants and wildlife, it could be considered a jungle.She walked until she found 5 snakes slithering towards her. Kura pulled out her knife and killed 3. One fled away, but the other was able to bite her.The girl cut the last one in half, before stopping to rest at a tree. She was just a couple of steps away from Ajax and Charlotte.That certain snake, commonly known as the Kulias Gunshot, isn't venomous. But it is poisonous, and bites tend to hurt more than a gunshot wound, although it lasts much longer than one. Much, much longer. Abserdia wrote:Ugh... these forests have no deer. Only death and snakes.Kura jumped down the tree, carrying the rifle in her hand. She walked around, looking for something, or someone. The trees were plenty, and the leaves covered the sky. If it had more plants and wildlife, it could be considered a jungle.She walked until she found 5 snakes slithering towards her. Kura pulled out her knife and killed 3. One fled away, but the other was able to bite her.The girl cut the last one in half, before stopping to rest at a tree. She was just a couple of steps away from Ajax and Charlotte.That certain snake, commonly known as the Kulias Gunshot, isn't venomous. But it is poisonous, and bites tend to hurt more than a gunshot wound, although it lasts much longer than one. Much, much longer.Charlotte saw her, and instantly froze in place, barely even breathing.She didn't turn to stone, not just yet, but she was ready.She hissed quietly so that only Ajax could hear her, "If anything goes wrong,don't look at me, no matter what happens." Jonah turned away from the corpse. Another good days work. He roled up the man's sleeve. "There it is" The mark was a circle with a series of lines through. He cut off the patch of skin to show as proof."Now, to find Kura."He reloaded his revolver, and walked off. AjaxAjax didn't say anything, he just nodded. He watched the woman carefully.Should I?Ajax thought,Only if she looks this way... Then I'll disappearCaesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar was walking down the street, stopping people, and examining them.They all look healthy.... No one worth killing....he thought as he turned a corner and continued down a side walk.He continued checking, his dogs near by, slowly closing in on John. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax didn't say anything, he just nodded. He watched the woman carefully. Should I? Ajax thought, Only if she looks this way... Then I'll disappearCaesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar was walking down the street, stopping people, and examining them. They all look healthy.... No one worth killing.... he thought as he turned a corner and continued down a side walk.He continued checking, his dogs near by, slowly closing in on John.John smiled a little as a woman dropped a coin, not even caring that the woman made a snarky remark about his clothes. Then that smile disappeared as he realized he needed a lot more than one coin.He was about to tell the next person his story until he noticed a man with two dogs coming down the street. Normally John wouldn't care, but then he started to feel uneasy, and that uneasiness continued to grow as the man came closer. Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar stopped the woman, grabbing her."Why hello...." He said, "Have you seen anything strange around? Any signs of the Blue Plague?" He grabbed her arm, and pulled her sleeve up. She squirmed and pulled away, but the dogs growled."What's the matter girly... Hiding something?" He said as he approached her. Before she could say anything, Caesar drew his sword and thrusted it through her throat.He felt the eyes of the people on him, "What are you all looking at? She acted suspiciously in face of a Hunter." He said with a grin, "What are you all going to do about it? I act within the law... Move along."With that he continued his way down the side walk, approaching a beggar.Look at the filth... Good thing I am here... John was mortified as he saw the women fall to the ground, only being alive mere moments ago. And now that uneasiness turned into full blown fear as he saw the man come toward him, knowing well even if he ran, he was a dead man.But he wasn't going to let that man see that. He tried his best to appear calm, unconsciously moving the cloth that hid his Mark, waiting for the man to come. Even if John was shaking in his rags he called boots. Kura couldn't stop the pain. She had no medication or, well, anything, on her.Okay... if I scream, I risk somebody with hostile intentions finding me, but a Hunter could find me and help...She grabbed her rifle and screamed for help. "HEEEELP!"That felt terrible... I hate those snakes.Hunters have individual set rules for them on day 1. Kura's rules:1. Never give away your position.2. Keep your distance from everyone in populated areas.3. Only fire if you'll definitely get a hit.and 4. Have a higher elevation when in a firefight.Those are the usual rules for snipers, except for 2. Kura has almost nothing to defend herself with in close quarters, so she must keep her distance from everyone and everything. Jonah heard a scream. "Kura! I'm coming!" He sprinted off, checking his revolver. He didn't really care about her as a person, but good snipers are hard to find. He eventually found Kura, surrounded by snakes. He fired the shotgun shell he had loaded, killing them. "You okay?" Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah heard a scream. "Kura! I'm coming!" He sprinted off, checking his revolver. He didn't really care about her as a person, but good snipers are hard to find. He eventually found Kura, surrounded by snakes. He fired the shotgun shell he had loaded, killing them. "You okay?""I was bit. It was a Gunshot... do you have any pain-med?I would usually be screaming at you, Jonah, but it feels like I've just been shot 2 times."Kura looked at her leg, where the bite was."I was hunting, and I was able to get some venison. Then I jumped away from my spot, and found myself surrounded by a few snakes.I can kill 3 men in 2 minutes with this rifle, but I can't stop myself from being bitten in the first minute I see a snake...why did it have to be snakes?"Pain-med!The most reliable of medication!Side effects: nausea, insomnia, heart attacks, stroke, seizures, the urge to go someplace with a lot of people, the hate of clothing, and extreme pain. AjaxAjax put his finger to his lips, telling Charlotte to remain silent. Talking in a very quiet voice, as so the hunters could not hear him."We need to get out of here...." He whispered.Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs approached the beggar, and began walking around him as Caesar approached. He gave the beggar a swift kick."Get up." He snarled, "Get up or I'll let my pets have fun."Caesar noted the man seemed to be afraid, "Why so afraid? Hiding something?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax put his finger to his lips, telling Charlotte to remain silent. Talking in a very quiet voice, as so the hunters could not hear him. "We need to get out of here...." He whispered.Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs approached the beggar, and began walking around him as Caesar approached. He gave the beggar a swift kick."Get up." He snarled, "Get up or I'll let my pets have fun."Caesar noted the man seemed to be afraid, "Why so afraid? Hiding something?"She nodded as her eyes widened.Her hand gained a familiar feeling, incredibly heavy and yet lighter than a feather, at the same time.She knew that feeling. It was turning to stone.She slowly turned her head, looking at it, but it looked like flesh and blood.Occasionally this happened--she wasn't sure whether she was flesh or stone. It made things complicated when she didn't know which sense to trust."Don't look at me," she said under her breath, "close your eyes and I can get us both out of here." AjaxAjax didn't look, "Are you sure?" He whispered, hearing the branch creak a little.Well here we go...he thought as he nodded and closed his eyes,Don't leave me high and dry here... Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax didn't look, "Are you sure?" He whispered, hearing the branch creak a little. Well here we go... he thought as he nodded and closed his eyes, Don't leave me high and dry here...In a moment, he would feel hands of cold stone seizing him, and then a rush of air as she slipped out of the tree on the side opposite the two Hunters, dashing away, into the trees, still pulling him along with her. Then she let go, and started to change back into human form. Jonah shook his head. "None on me. This'll have to do for now" He took out the flask he always had on hand, and tossed it to her. "That's almost pure alcohol. It'll clean the wound out." He cut off a bit of his shirt, and handed to it to her. "Than bandage the wound." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax put his finger to his lips, telling Charlotte to remain silent. Talking in a very quiet voice, as so the hunters could not hear him. "We need to get out of here...." He whispered.Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs approached the beggar, and began walking around him as Caesar approached. He gave the beggar a swift kick."Get up." He snarled, "Get up or I'll let my pets have fun."Caesar noted the man seemed to be afraid, "Why so afraid? Hiding something?"John saw stars as he was kicked and tumbled to the floor. And when the stars cleared, he didn't dare to move or make a sound as he saw the dogs circle around him, seeing the hunger in their eyes.Please, don't make me use it, who ever is up there...He thought as he slowly got up as the man commanded, not knowing the Mark he had was showing a little bit. But when asked the question he so feared, he froze, and not even looking up, he said in a shaky, uneven tone," N-no, I'm n-not hiding a-anything. I-I'm just a b-beggar, trying t-to live a l-life." Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah shook his head. "None on me. This'll have to do for now" He took out the flask he always had on hand, and tossed it to her. "That's almost pure alcohol. It'll clean the wound out." He cut off a bit of his shirt, and handed to it to her. "Than bandage the wound.""...are you kidding me?It's hurting more than the Blue Plague right now, and you're saying 'Oh, just bandage the wound!'?That's going to be no help, idiot! It's not an actual gunshot wound...!Oh gosh it's swelling. I freaking hate you, Jonah. I want you to know that.why am I even freaking out? Oh, maybe because IT HURTS MORE THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY FREAKIN' IMAGINE.GET THE FREAKING PAIN MED GOSH DARN IT"Kura knew she wasn't in danger. But it feels really bad, so she instinctively started freaking out.Kura can be dumb sometimes. Jonah glared at Kura. "I've been shot before. In the head. So I have some experience with wounds. And trust me, you don't clean that out, it gets infected, and then the venom is the least of your problems. So, clean it, or I'll sit on you, and clean for you." Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah glared at Kura. "I've been shot before. In the head. So I have some experience with wounds. And trust me, you don't clean that out, it gets infected, and then the venom is the least of your problems. So, clean it, or I'll sit on you, and clean for you.""GAH! Just do what you need! I can barely move!"Darn it...hmm...I thought I saw that branch move a bit, and the leaves were blown away a bit...hmm... Jonah smiled a bit. "This is gonna hurt." He quickly opened the flask, and poured some of the clear, vile smelling alcohol into the wound. He then wrapped it up with the strip of cloth. "Perfect." Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah smiled a bit. "This is gonna hurt." He quickly opened the flask, and poured some of the clear, vile smelling alcohol into the wound. He then wrapped it up with the strip of cloth. "Perfect.""Still hurts like HECK though..."Kura tried to get up, and was able to, as long as she didn't put pressure on her left leg. She hopped back to the camp and laid down on the bedroll. "I'll stay here, Jonah. Go help Caesar in Valos, before he does something stupid." Abserdia wrote:Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah smiled a bit. "This is gonna hurt." He quickly opened the flask, and poured some of the clear, vile smelling alcohol into the wound. He then wrapped it up with the strip of cloth. "Perfect.""Still hurts like HECK though..."Kura tried to get up, and was able to, as long as she didn't put pressure on her left leg. She hopped back to the camp and laid down on the bedroll. "I'll stay here, Jonah. Go help Caesar in Valos, before he does something stupid."Jonah snapped a lazy salute. " Sounds good. But watch that bite. You really don't want infection.Also, I killed a Mark. Here's proof." He tossed the scrap of skin on the ground, and walked off. Ajax"Opening my eyes now." Ajax said as he opened his eyes. He looked at Charlotte."Thanks.... Umm..." He said as he rubbed his head, "Names Ajax. What's yours? And what sort of power do you have."Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar grabbed the beggar's chin, and forced his gaze up."Look at me when talking." He said, as he looked into the beggar's eyes, "Now... Why are you so afraid?" Looking at the man directly in the eye, then that fear turned into terror as he realized that he was after him... for the Mark.John said in a whimper,"B-because I don't w-want you to t-take my only coin...?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Opening my eyes now." Ajax said as he opened his eyes. He looked at Charlotte."Thanks.... Umm..." He said as he rubbed his head, "Names Ajax. What's yours? And what sort of power do you have.""My name's Charlotte. And my 'power' is hard to explain. So I'll just show you, I guess..."Her fingertips turned hard, and gray, and the gray crept slowly up her arms, covering her body, turning her to stone. She couldn't move, now; she just stood there and waited for him to blink. Ajax"Interesting... You turn to stone..." He said, "Let me guess, when I close my eyes you'll be able to move... Makes sense..."Ajax then blinked.Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs started to growl a bit more, sensing his lies. Caesar smiled coldly."Now... Don't lie to me.... " he said as he let go, and noted something on the beggars hand. Drawing his pistol, and pointing it at the beggar's head, he spoke. "What is that?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Interesting... You turn to stone..." He said, "Let me guess, when I close my eyes you'll be able to move... Makes sense..."Ajax then blinked.And in the time it took him to open his eyes, she was standing right in front of him, and was a fully flesh-and-blood human again."I have to admit," she said while backing away, "it is pretty cool." Ajax"It is." Ajax said with a smile, "Very interesting... I would love to show mine, but mine requires the shadows.... anyways, I don't think it's safe to stay in this forest... you heading east as well?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"It is." Ajax said with a smile, "Very interesting... I would love to show mine, but mine requires the shadows.... anyways, I don't think it's safe to stay in this forest... you heading east as well?"She smiled slightly."I'm heading wherever freedom is. If I don't find it where I'm going, I'll go somewhere else. But for now, yes, I am going east." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Interesting... You turn to stone..." He said, "Let me guess, when I close my eyes you'll be able to move... Makes sense..."Ajax then blinked.Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs started to growl a bit more, sensing his lies. Caesar smiled coldly."Now... Don't lie to me.... " he said as he let go, and noted something on the beggars hand. Drawing his pistol, and pointing it at the beggar's head, he spoke. "What is that?"The jig is up... it's time to use it now.John thought, as he saw down the barrel of the gun.Then in a cold, detached tone he said,"That would be my curse, friend. And you made me use it."Then he felt a knot in his stomach, and the worse pain imaginable as he simmered, and teleported. AjaxAjax smiled, "Then how'd you like to travel together? I'm heading east as well, and there is supposedly safety in numbers...." He said, "Anyways, I'm going to be heading through town, join me if you want."Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Ah.... so he is a runner...." Caesar said when the man disappeared, "He couldn't have gotten far."Caesar looked to his dogs, and smiled, "You got his scent right?" he asked the dogs, almost as if he thought they could answer. The dogs snarled slightly."Then lets go find it.... go fetch." He said and the dogs ran off to find the man, Caesar followed, his pistol still in hand. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax smiled, "Then how'd you like to travel together? I'm heading east as well, and there is supposedly safety in numbers...." He said, "Anyways, I'm going to be heading through town, join me if you want."She eyed him warily."How do I know I can trust you?" Ajax"Well... how do I know I can trust you?" He asked with a smile, "But in all seriousness.... I could have alerted those hunters to our location and left you to deal with them..."He paused, "We are both marked, I think that's enough. But if you don't think that's enough... then I will prove that you can trust me when we get into town... I'll show you my power." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Well... how do I know I can trust you?" He asked with a smile, "But in all seriousness.... I could have alerted those hunters to our location and left you to deal with them..." He paused, "We are both marked, I think that's enough. But if you don't think that's enough... then I will prove that you can trust me when we get into town... I'll show you my power."She stared at him bitterly."You don't get it, do you? That won't earn my trust." She fiddled nervously with the ends of her sleeves, pulling them down slightly as if to cover something. AjaxAjax looked at her, "No... I don't get the inner workings of the minds of others. Especially if they want to keep it secret." He said, "So, what will get your trust?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax looked at her, "No... I don't get the inner workings of the minds of others. Especially if they want to keep it secret." He said, "So, what will get your trust?""Nothing," she said quietly. "Nothing except time."A long, long time. Pain... Agony... TortureThose were the words that popped into John's head after he shimmered back into existence, not even acknowledging the fact that he was in the woods.Get up you idiot!He thought to himself,Your gonna be a dead man if you don't get up now!With a grunt, he slowly got up, and started to stumble away from town, holding his stomach and groaning. Not caring if he was making such a racket. Jonah sat down, tired. He had been walking for a while, and had gone without sleep for two days. "Caesar better not screw up before I get there. One injured party member is enough." Kura waited.And to pass the time, she organized all supplies.Meat, first aid, fruit and vegetables, etc.I have 16 bullets left on me. More than enough to kill anything that moves...I'm so bored.After a minute of waiting, she heard something rumbling through the woods.She grabbed her rifle and aimed towards it.Kura waited to see what it was. John was still in pain when he heard the soft *click* of something. Confused , he looked around and realized that he was at the edge of a fire, and that someone was among a rifle at him.He raised the hand that didn't bear the Mark over his head,and in a strained voice, said,"Don't s-shoot, I'm just p-passing through." Vulnier wrote:John was still in pain when he heard the soft *click* of something. Confused , he looked around and realized that he was at the edge of a fire, and that someone was among a rifle at him.He raised the hand that didn't bear the Mark over his head,and in a strained voice, said,"Don't s-shoot, I'm just p-passing through.""Give me your name, place of birth, then walk forward.And put both of your hands up. Now!"Kura looked through the scope and inspected his body.There appears to be no firearms...Why would he be walking through this forest, though? Abserdia wrote:Vulnier wrote:John was still in pain when he heard the soft *click* of something. Confused , he looked around and realized that he was at the edge of a fire, and that someone was among a rifle at him.He raised the hand that didn't bear the Mark over his head,and in a strained voice, said,"Don't s-shoot, I'm just p-passing through.""Give me your name, place of birth, then walk forward.And put both of your hands up. Now!"Kura looked through the scope and inspected his body. There appears to be no firearms...Why would he be walking through this forest, though?While the woman was telling him what to do, he managed to put the cloth back over his Mark, hoping she didn't notice.Raising the other hand, he stuttered the first thing that came to him,"My name is...Johnston Tyler, and I was born in Grande- NGH!" John stumbled over himself and fell face first, groaning in pain as he tried to move forward. Vulnier wrote:Abserdia wrote:"Give me your name, place of birth, then walk forward.And put both of your hands up. Now!"Kura looked through the scope and inspected his body. There appears to be no firearms...Why would he be walking through this forest, though?While the woman was telling him what to do, he managed to put the cloth back over his Mark, hoping she didn't notice. Raising the other hand, he stuttered the first thing that came to him,"My name is...Johnston Tyler, and I was born in Grande- NGH!" John stumbled over himself and fell face first, groaning in pain as he tried to move forward.Kura sighed as he fell over. She got up, enduring the pain, and limped towards him.She dragged him to where she was laying, not noticing the mark, and put the rifle against his head. "I'm a Plague Hunter. Are you infected? Why are you in the forest?No answer, and I pull the trigger. Tell me now." Ajax"Very well.... but know that you can trust me... I don't want anyone to die unecsarily." Ajax said, he then looked to the town, "So, are you going to come or not?"Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs started walking around in circles, "So, he isn't in the town anymore.... shit.... damn teleporter can teleport farther than expected...." Caesar said with a sigh, "Come along."With that he started walking back towards the camp, his dogs following. Eventually he noticed a Hunter sitting down."Jonah get off your lazy ass." He snarled as he walked up to him, and kicked him lightly, "Lets get going you worthless piece of shit." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Very well.... but know that you can trust me... I don't want anyone to die unecsarily." Ajax said, he then looked to the town, "So, are you going to come or not?""Well, there's nowhere else I have to go," she said dryly."So I suppose... yes." Abserdia wrote:Vulnier wrote:While the woman was telling him what to do, he managed to put the cloth back over his Mark, hoping she didn't notice. Raising the other hand, he stuttered the first thing that came to him,"My name is...Johnston Tyler, and I was born in Grande- NGH!" John stumbled over himself and fell face first, groaning in pain as he tried to move forward.Kura sighed as he fell over. She got up, enduring the pain, and limped towards him.She dragged him to where she was laying, not noticing the mark, and put the rifle against his head. "I'm a Plague Hunter. Are you infected? Why are you in the forest?No answer, and I pull the trigger. Tell me now."Two death threats in one day... it's my lucky day.John thought with sarcasm.Trying to ignore the pain and the fact that he could die again, he answered through gritted,"No... no, I'm not infected. And I was just taking... a stroll through the woods until I was jumped and robbed."John hoped that his lie was believable. Jonah looked up, and smirked. "Worthless? I've already got one, and I basically saved our dear friend Kura. What have you and you little pooches done? Whatever, where are we going?" He took his flask out, and took a long drink, Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dogs growled, and Caesar put his hand out, calming them.Not yet...he thought as he looked at Jonah."If she needed help then she should have just died." He said coldly, "If she needs help then Kura isn't cut out to be a Hunter. What's to stop her from being tricked by our prey?"He paused, and grabbed Jonah's flask, drinking from it and then threw it to the ground in disgust, "How can you drink that? Anyway, we are heading back to camp. Oh, and by the way... I know we are following a teleporter."With that Caesar began walking to the camp.Ajax"Let's get going." Ajax said as he walked towards the town. The main road came into view, and entered the town. Soon, Ajax noticed something familiar.He panicked, and rushed into an alley, "Charlotte... This way." He said with a panic in his voice. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Let's get going." Ajax said as he walked towards the town. The main road came into view, and entered the town. Soon, Ajax noticed something familiar.He panicked, and rushed into an alley, "Charlotte... This way." He said with a panic in his voice.Although she didn't exactly like the idea of running headlong into an alley, she followed anyway, whispering,"What the heck is going on?" Jonah trailed beside, annoyed. "Good snipers are hard to find, you fool. The more bullets you can fire at something, the better. And you said following? You had a Mark in your grasp, yet you let it escape? Or did your precious wittle puppies let you down?" Jonah shook his head. "Relying on dogs." he thought. "Pathetic. I'm going to kill this man, the use his entrails to hangs his dogs." Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar drew his pistol and aimed it towards Jonah's foot. Pulling the trigger, shooting Jonah in the foot without looking. It would be painful, but not fatal."I did say teleporter didn't I? I would like to see you try and catch a teleporter... They are slippery fuckers. Speedsters are easier to catch then teleporters." Caesar said, "Also.. Respect the dogs. They are among the greatest predators... Smart, fast and strong... Qualities that you lack. Not to mention they have superior senses. They can track speedsters, and detect clearies to say the least."Ajax"This is bad... That man is presented." Ajax muttered, before looking to Charlotte, "You probably didn't see him.... Man in a red coat, scarf covering his mouth... And always has two dogs by his side. He's a Hunter... Very good at his job, and very cruel.... He's been hunting me for quite a while now... Hopefully his dogs don't pick up my scent." Vulnier wrote:Abserdia wrote:Kura sighed as he fell over. She got up, enduring the pain, and limped towards him.She dragged him to where she was laying, not noticing the mark, and put the rifle against his head. "I'm a Plague Hunter. Are you infected? Why are you in the forest?No answer, and I pull the trigger. Tell me now."Two death threats in one day... it's my lucky day. John thought with sarcasm.Trying to ignore the pain and the fact that he could die again, he answered through gritted,"No... no, I'm not infected. And I was just taking... a stroll through the woods until I was jumped and robbed." John hoped that his lie was believable."Describe the man who robbed you. Was he infected? Did he have a Mark?"Kura couldn't tell lies from truth, most of the time. She deals with things from far away, and she was trained to kill and injure with bullets, not interrogating. Jonah dropped to the ground. "GAHHH! Not the first I've been shot." He drew his revolver, and fired into Elijah's left leg. He then threw his knife at the dog closest to him. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"This is bad... That man is presented." Ajax muttered, before looking to Charlotte, "You probably didn't see him.... Man in a red coat, scarf covering his mouth... And always has two dogs by his side. He's a Hunter... Very good at his job, and very cruel.... He's been hunting me for quite a while now... Hopefully his dogs don't pick up my scent.""Oh," she said quietly. "Is that all? I can distract him if you want."All he has to do is blink... John felt could sweat run down his neck as the woman asked for a description, but quick thinking saved him again as he answered," How the fuck am I supposed to know? Either way he is gone, long gone. So can I go now?"John felt the pain ebbing away, and John started to get up slowly, sensing he was almost Scot Free. Vulnier wrote:John felt could sweat run down his neck as the woman as for a description, but quick thinking saved him again as he answered," How the fuck am I supposed to know? Either way he is gone, long gone. So can I go now?" John felt the pain ebbing away, and John started to get up slowly, sensing he was almost Scot Free."No. You're injured. "Kura stood up, trembling a bit. "Where did he go? And I need a description. Tell me now. If you don't, you're considered lying to a Hunter and a guard by law." Ajax"No... Don't.... If his dogs catch your scent... Well if you thought you had been running a lot already, you'll be in for a nasty surprise. Even with your power, he'll eventually get you... And then... Well, when he captures those with Marks, they never die right away..." Ajax said as he continued down the alley, "He never gives up.... I wouldn't wish him on even my worst enemy." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"No... Don't.... If his dogs catch your scent... Well if you thought you had been running a lot already, you'll be in for a nasty surprise. Even with your power, he'll eventually get you... And then... Well, when he captures those with Marks, they never die right away..." Ajax said as he continued down the alley, "He never gives up.... I wouldn't wish him on even my worst enemy."She paused."What do you mean? What does he do?" Abserdia wrote:Vulnier wrote:John felt could sweat run down his neck as the woman as for a description, but quick thinking saved him again as he answered," How the fuck am I supposed to know? Either way he is gone, long gone. So can I go now?" John felt the pain ebbing away, and John started to get up slowly, sensing he was almost Scot Free."No. You're injured. "Kura stood up, trembling a bit. "Where did he go? And I need a description. Tell me now. If you don't, you're considered lying to a Hunter and a guard by law."Just as the woman finished her remark, he felt a shot of pain rock through his body, causing him to squirm in pain.But when asked for a description and asked of of where he went, he said,"I don't know what he looked like, he jumped me from the back. But I know I heard him run towards the town." He pointed in the general direction of the town,still on the ground, as if to emphasize his "truth". Vulnier wrote:Abserdia wrote:"No. You're injured. "Kura stood up, trembling a bit. "Where did he go? And I need a description. Tell me now. If you don't, you're considered lying to a Hunter and a guard by law."Just as the woman finished her remark, he felt a shot of pain rock through his body, causing him to squirm in pain. But when asked for a description and asked of of where he went, he said,"I don't know what he looked like, he jumped me from the back. But I know I heard him run towards the town." He pointed in the general direction of the town,still on the ground, as if to emphasize his "truth"."Okay. When Jonah gets back, I'll have him watch you. It's his shift to guard the camp, anyways.Now rest, we'll take you back to the guard post in Valos later for further questioning and protection."Kura grabbed her rifle and sat down on the wooden stool. Caesar Eliab AmbroseThe dog was able to get out of the way of the knife. Both dogs began growling as Caesar dropped to his knee momentarily. He rose and smirked."Not my first time as well." He said as he turned to Jonah, "Suck it up. It won't kill you. If you can't handle that, then just crawl into a hole and die."He smirked and turned away, "Let's get going." He said as he started to walk away, towards the camp, limping slightly.Ajax"That I can't say for sure... I just know his victims don't go quietly... They scream..." He said, "Never got caught by him though... Only one to ever avoid capture by him, well that I know of." Jonah got up, wincing. " Oh, this just got interesting. Two hunters shot? This should be fun." He picked up his knife, and started hobbling after Caesar, loading his weapon. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:"That I can't say for sure... I just know his victims don't go quietly... They scream..." He said, "Never got caught by him though... Only one to ever avoid capture by him, well that I know of."Oh, my...That's...Horrible."And you say he's here?" Abserdia wrote:Vulnier wrote:Just as the woman finished her remark, he felt a shot of pain rock through his body, causing him to squirm in pain. But when asked for a description and asked of of where he went, he said,"I don't know what he looked like, he jumped me from the back. But I know I heard him run towards the town." He pointed in the general direction of the town,still on the ground, as if to emphasize his "truth"."Okay. When Jonah gets back, I'll have him watch you. It's his shift to guard the camp, anyways.Now rest, we'll take you back to the guard post in Valos later for further questioning and protection."Kura grabbed her rifle and sat down on the wooden stool.Oh God... if that woman is a hunter... then that man who nearly killed is also one!Anxiety and fear started to seep out as he connected the dots in is head. But what could he do? He felt helpless as he scooted behind a tree, waiting for the pain to subside, and waiting for the reunion he dreaded so. Henry sat on the roof of a two-story building, that of which was lined by many other closely packed buildings that looked just the same as the next. He sat up here almost every day, simply watching the clouds roll by or the people walk past down on the street. It was here that he found his serenity and calm in a world of turmoil and chaos.And he'd have to leave soon, leave this haven.It was no longer safe--he was staying too long in one area, one town.He needed to move, today.The hunters only seemed to grow in numbers nowadays. It was different. They were harder to evade, from what he'd heard."Henry? Henry, are you up there again?" A woman called from the window, looking up towards the roof. She had the same dark hair that he did, but she had tanner skin and blue eyes. The woman was his cousin, the only one of his family left."Yeah, like always." He replied.There was a shift, a creak, and a few squeaks before she made her way to the rooftop, sitting down beside him. She was quiet for a moment before she sighed. "You're leaving soon, aren't you?""I have to, Maria. You know they'll catch on sooner or later, and they'll come after you to get to me. I don't want that." He said, looking over to her. She sighed, which gave him the sign that she knew he was right."...okay, fine. But...please be safe...we only have each other now. I don't want to be the last one standing."Henry reached over and hugged her. "You won't be."It wasn't much longer that he left Maria's home, carrying realtively nothing besides his bat and a small bag of money that he kept in his pocket. Henry kept his head down, not making really any eye contact with anyone. Doing so, he might be recognized, and that would be bad. Vulnier wrote:Abserdia wrote:"Okay. When Jonah gets back, I'll have him watch you. It's his shift to guard the camp, anyways.Now rest, we'll take you back to the guard post in Valos later for further questioning and protection."Kura grabbed her rifle and sat down on the wooden stool.Oh God... if that woman is a hunter... then that man who nearly killed is also one!Anxiety and fear started to seep out as he connected the dots in is head. But what could he do? He felt helpless as he scooted behind a tree, waiting for the pain to subside, and waiting for the reunion he dreaded so."... you seem scared."Kura thought of all the possibilities why.If he was afraid of the man who robbed him, he would have been afraid when I mentioned him... but he's freaking out right now."The guards aren't corrupt. They won't torture you, like the ones in Asel.So, tell me, why are you scared?" Kura asked, still sitting on the stool. ". . . b-because I'm afraid he is going to come back...?"John was starting to crack, and the pain, fear, and anxiety didn't really help to stop that feeling of caving in.If she finds out... I'm a dead man.He thought bitterly as the pain ever slowly went away. Vulnier wrote:". . . b-because I'm afraid he is going to come back...?"John was starting to crack, and the pain, fear, and anxiety didn't really help to stop that feeling of caving in.If she finds out... I'm a dead man. He thought bitterly as the pain ever slowly went away."The robber isn't coming back. Doing so is a death wish."Kura pointed towards her rifle, saying "I've killed over 20 with this rifle, and injured 32. I'm a Hunter. I can kill a petty thief." "T-that's good to know..."John said, with a bittersweet contentment, wondering how many had a mark like him that she had killed. Then in an attempt to steer the conversation away from killing, he asked her,"I-if you don't mind me a-asking, what is y-your name?" Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar turned slightly to look at Jonah, "I hope you don't plan to attack again... We have to get going." Caesar said as he made his way.As they passed an alley, one of the dogs stopped for a second, and looked down the alley.Ajax"Yes he's here.... And hide." Ajax said before his eyes widened, quickly he activated his Mark and disappeared into the shadows.The dog was at the alley entrance looking their way. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Yes he's here.... And hide." Ajax said before his eyes widened, quickly he activated his Mark and disappeared into the shadows. The dog was at the alley entrance looking their way.She stepped back into a shadow, turning herself to stone, the gray color blending better with the darkness than her normal, eerily pale skin.This isn't going to be good, is it? Vulnier wrote:"T-that's good to know..." John said, with a bittersweet contentment, wondering how many had a mark like him that she had killed. Then in an attempt to steer the conversation away from killing, he asked her,"I-if you don't mind me a-asking, what is y-your name?""Kura. Or, Kura of Asel, if ask me my full name. I'm... mononymous."She interrupted the conversation by shooting a deer that walked by."I'm gonna get meat from that later." John flinched a little when Kura fired her gun, wondering when he be like that dead deer she just shot. Shaking, he said,"K-kura... that is a n-nice name..."Congratulations, now you know the name of your soon to be executioner. How do you feel?John thought to himself in sarcasm.AND WHEN WILL THIS PAIN GO AWAY?!?!He thought as the pain still ever slowly went away. Jonah shrugged. "Wouldn't dream of it." He turned, and saw one of the dogs peering down the alley. "Um, Ceasar. Your dog is acting weird." AjaxLittle did Charlotte know that Ajax was in the same shadow she was hiding in.This is awkward....he thought,Please... don't notice us.... keep going... Charlotte.... please... don't run.... don't act suspiciously.Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar looked to the dog, and walked beside the dog. He looked down the alley. He couldn't see anyone."No one in view..... what's the matter Fluffy? Smell something." Caesar asked as he pulled one of his swords. The dog started to walk down the alley, the second one rushing to join it."Small detour.... the dogs smell something familiar... most definitely a Mark." Caesar said as he followed the dogs.Eventually the dogs came to a stop by a statue. Caesar walked up to it. Tapping it with his sword."Its just a statue...." Caesar said as he stared at it, "Good looking one at that eh Jonah?"Caesar looked around quickly, "Lets get back to camp... It is possible that the teleporter was here for a bit... but seeing as the trail ends, he must have teleported away again...." Jonah looked at the statue suspiciously. "Why is there a statue in a random alley?" he thought. "Weird. " He walked off and followed Caesar. Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Maybe someone decided they didn't want it? Who knows." Caesar said as he walked away, dogs following. He turned the corner out of the alley.AjaxOnce the two hunters were gone, Ajax rose from the shadows on the alley's ground. He was shivering slightly, rubbing his arms trying to warm up."They're gone now... Good." He said not looking at Charlotte, waiting for her to turn back. I have to get out of here...John thought as he sat next to the fire.Every second he delayed, the closer he thought they were coming back. As he thought of a escape plan that didn't involve the Mark or getting shot, he felt in his shirt pocket, trying to find the smoke pellets he made so long ago. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxLittle did Charlotte know that Ajax was in the same shadow she was hiding in. This is awkward.... he thought, Please... don't notice us.... keep going... Charlotte.... please... don't run.... don't act suspiciously.Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar looked to the dog, and walked beside the dog. He looked down the alley. He couldn't see anyone."No one in view..... what's the matter Fluffy? Smell something." Caesar asked as he pulled one of his swords. The dog started to walk down the alley, the second one rushing to join it."Small detour.... the dogs smell something familiar... most definitely a Mark." Caesar said as he followed the dogs.Eventually the dogs came to a stop by a statue. Caesar walked up to it. Tapping it with his sword. "Its just a statue...." Caesar said as he stared at it, "Good looking one at that eh Jonah?"Caesar looked around quickly, "Lets get back to camp... It is possible that the teleporter was here for a bit... but seeing as the trail ends, he must have teleported away again...."It was a good thing he was looking at her and she physically couldn't move... otherwise she would have bolted the moment he came close.As soon as they left, she transformed back into human and collapsed to her knees, feeling disgusted to the point of nausea. Vulnier wrote:I have to get out of here...John thought as he sat next to the fire. Every second he delayed, the closer he thought they were coming back. As he thought of a escape plan that didn't involve the Mark or getting shot, he felt in his shirt pocket, trying to find the smoke pellets he made so long ago."They should be here in... 10 to 30 minutes, depending on how alive they are."Kura waited, and waited, and waited.... I really want to do something. Or at least wait for the perfect shot, instead of waiting for two people. AjaxAjax walked up beside Charlotte, he was about to touch her, but then he decided not too and continued to rub his arms. Instead he crouched beside her."A.... are you al.... alright?" He asked as he continued to shiver, "He....... He's gone."Caesar Eliab AmbroseAs they neared the camp, Caesar noticed his dogs getting ever more slightly aggressive."They smell something familiar...." Caesar stated, then looking at Jonah, "Let's hurry."With that, Caesar began moving as fast as his limp would let him. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax walked up beside Charlotte, he was about to touch her, but then he decided not too and continued to rub his arms. Instead he crouched beside her."A.... are you al.... alright?" He asked as he continued to shiver, "He....... He's gone."Caesar Eliab AmbroseAs they neared the camp, Caesar noticed his dogs getting ever more slightly aggressive."They smell something familiar...." Caesar stated, then looking at Jonah, "Let's hurry."With that, Caesar began moving as fast as his limp would let him.When Kura heard something far away, she set up her rifle for a shot, just in case."That's either an animal, or the others...no, definitely a human. 2, possibly...Okay, it's them. Only I could hear their idiocy from that far."Kura chuckled and put down her rifle. Its now or never John... and you know what is gonna happen if you wait.Taking a deep breath, he took out the smoke bomb and threw it on the ground. Not wasting a second, he got up with a painful grunt, and hobbled in the opposite direction from where Kura said the hunters were coming. All while the smoke was dispersing. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax walked up beside Charlotte, he was about to touch her, but then he decided not too and continued to rub his arms. Instead he crouched beside her."A.... are you al.... alright?" He asked as he continued to shiver, "He....... He's gone."She shuddered violently, and then calmed down."...Yeah... Yeah, I'll be fine in a minute...""Good looking one at that eh Jonah?"He's right though, you are pretty good-looking.Hmm... Since your new friend Ajax only knows his victims never die right away... and there's screaming...Do you think...Shut up! Just... shut up! Vulnier wrote:Its now or never John... and you know what is gonna happen if you wait. Taking a deep breath, he took out the smoke bomb and threw it on the ground. Not wasting a second, he got up with a painful grunt, and hobbled in the opposite direction from where Kura said the hunters were coming. All while the smoke was dispersing.Kura saw the smoke, and instantly got up. She limped towards it and walked around it.She looked for him, and did. He was already in the distance.She aimed her rifle, took a deep breath, and fired. It barely missed, instead hitting a tree right next to John."Darn it!"Kura walked back to the camp, screaming "Someone is running away to the north west!" AjaxAjax nodded, "He has that effect.... Good thing you didn't even try to run... You didn't try right? Cause if you did run he'd know what you are, and escaping him again wouldn't be easy."Ajax sneezed, "Excuse me... Only thing with my power... Well one of the things, after using it I feel like I had been out naked in the snow for a good while."Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar heard Kura and smirked,Good sniper my ass..."Well why didn't you hit them? Some sniper you are." Caesar said as he hobbled up next to her, "Fluffy. Rex. Go hunt."With that the dogs were off, closing the distance quickly."Let's try and keep up." Caesar said as he followed, pulling out his swords, "Watch Jonah. This is why you must respect the dogs." John dived when he heard the shot, but got up quick when he realized Kura had missed. Hobbling away faster, he thanked who ever was up there and was overjoyed he had gotten away.That was... until he heard the barks, and then remembered the dogs.Hobbling faster, he looked around frantically for a large sized tree, knowing the dogs weren't far behind. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax nodded, "He has that effect.... Good thing you didn't even try to run... You didn't try right? Cause if you did run he'd know what you are, and escaping him again wouldn't be easy."Ajax sneezed, "Excuse me... Only thing with my power... Well one of the things, after using it I feel like I had been out naked in the snow for a good while."Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar heard Kura and smirked, Good sniper my ass..."Well why didn't you hit them? Some sniper you are." Caesar said as he hobbled up next to her, "Fluffy. Rex. Go hunt."With that the dogs were off, closing the distance quickly. "Let's try and keep up." Caesar said as he followed, pulling out his swords, "Watch Jonah. This is why you must respect the dogs.""I was rushed! If I waited as long as I usually do, he would have gotten away!"Kura limped back to the camp and climbed a tree, very painfully. "Lure him here to me, or kill him!"" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax nodded, "He has that effect.... Good thing you didn't even try to run... You didn't try right? Cause if you did run he'd know what you are, and escaping him again wouldn't be easy."Ajax sneezed, "Excuse me... Only thing with my power... Well one of the things, after using it I feel like I had been out naked in the snow for a good while.""I wanted to. Oh, I wanted to. But he was staring at me, I couldn't. I can't move... not while I'm being watched. Heisenberg uncertainty principle... the very act of observation affects the object being observed."Then she winced at his last statement, as if understanding the feeling. Jonah limped up behind, wincing. "It got away? What power does it have? Any weapons? What did they look like? " He drew his weapon, looking around cautiously. "Here's hoping your dogs are good." Better hurry John... the dogs aren't far behind...John had found a good sized tree and was starting to climb to the top. Then John felt a sharp pain on his leg and a sudden weight that threatened to pull him. Yelling in agony, he looked down and saw one of the dogs biteing down on his foot.With all he had, he kicked the dog with his free foot, causing it to whimper and fall to the ground. He then scurried up the rest of the way to the top until finding a strong branch to support his weight. When their, he readied himself for his next teleportation, knowing it could be his last. Ajax"Anyways, lets get going." Ajax said as he stood up, offering a hand to hep Charlotte up if she needed it.Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Oh... It's a him." Caesar said with a dirty smirk before turning his head back to the hunt. He limped after his dogs, looking at Jonah, "Its probably that teleporter...."The dogs started to close in, as John climbed the tree. Rex managed to jump and grab John's foot. But then John kicked it down, hitting the ground. It got up quickly and with the other dog it began to circle the tree."Hurry... he's up the tree.... If it's the teleporter he'll most definitely teleport soon." Caesar said as he neared the tree. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Ajax"Anyways, lets get going." Ajax said as he stood up, offering a hand to hep Charlotte up if she needed it.Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Oh... It's a him." Caesar said with a dirty smirk before turning his head back to the hunt. He limped after his dogs, looking at Jonah, "Its probably that teleporter...."The dogs started to close in, as John climbed the tree. Rex managed to jump and grab John's foot. But then John kicked it down, hitting the ground. It got up quickly and with the other dog it began to circle the tree."Hurry... he's up the tree.... If it's the teleporter he'll most definitely teleport soon." Caesar said as he neared the tree.She cautiously took his hand, standing up, and then dropped his hand quickly as if it burned."Right. Can't wait around here... Lead on, then..." Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah limped up behind, wincing. "It got away? What power does it have? Any weapons? What did they look like? " He drew his weapon, looking around cautiously. "Here's hoping your dogs are good."Kura yelled "I don't know if he HAS a Mark! He just randomly threw out a smoke bomb! Now go!"She prepared to fire if need be. "Give me the usual signal if I need to fire, and where."I still can't believe I was tricked! Jonah limped over to the tree as fast as he could. "Three against one. Should be easy." he thought. He drew his weapon, and pointed it at the Mark, yelling "Don't move! Or I'll blast you out of the tree!" John heard what the man had said, and he responded with a curt,"Fuck You!" And with that, he felt a familiar feeling in his stomach and the most excruciating pain as he began to teleport.This ia gonna hurt... Jonah smiled. "Your choice, bastard." He fired 3 times into the tree, followed by a shot blast. John felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as he shimmered and disappeared, but the pain was to much for poor John, as he blacked out, welcoming an end to his suffering for now. Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar looked up the tree, and then to Jonah."He got away.... see how slippery teleporters are?" Caesar said, "Let's head back to Kura."With that Caesar turned around and started walking back to camp. His dogs growled and then turned to follow Caesar to camp.AjaxAjax nodded and started off, leaving the alley, and into the town. Moving through the crowds deeper into town, towards the east. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar looked up the tree, and then to Jonah."He got away.... see how slippery teleporters are?" Caesar said, "Let's head back to Kura."With that Caesar turned around and started walking back to camp. His dogs growled and then turned to follow Caesar to camp.AjaxAjax nodded and started off, leaving the alley, and into the town. Moving through the crowds deeper into town, towards the east.She followed behind quickly, wincing every time someone brushed against her, looking around with eyes that spoke of suspicion...And fear. A lot of fear. Jonah followed behind, reloading. " Okay, I know I hit the guy at least once. He can't go far without medical help. We need to look at any town nearby." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar looked up the tree, and then to Jonah."He got away.... see how slippery teleporters are?" Caesar said, "Let's head back to Kura."With that Caesar turned around and started walking back to camp. His dogs growled and then turned to follow Caesar to camp.AjaxAjax nodded and started off, leaving the alley, and into the town. Moving through the crowds deeper into town, towards the east.Kura saw them walking back through her scope, but empty handed."Darn..."She waited for them to come closer before talking. "What Mark does he have? Does he have any weapons? Any idea where he is?" John shimmered back into existence in an ally way. He was dropped onto a pile of garbage, making a loudTHUMPas he crashed into it. A few rats scurried out and ran towards the entrance of the alley, frightened of John's sudden apperance. John was still out cold, blood oozing out of his wound on his shoulder. Caesar Eliab Ambrose"How many times must I repeat myself?" Caesar asked out loud to no one in particular, "Your boyfriend there is a god damned teleporter. Slippery fuckers. It appears that he was unarmed... But was able to kick my dog.... Oh I am going to enjoy killing him...." Caesar said as he got a crazy look in his eyes.AjaxAjax noticed how uncomfortable Charlotte was.It's safer to be in a crowd... Harder to spot....he thought as he glanced back,Yet she seems very uncomfortable.... So protection or comfort....He stopped and stepped to the side of the road, and looked at Charlotte."Sorry to state the obvious, but you seen uncomfortable in this large crowd." He said quietly, "Do you want to take less crowded roads through town?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax noticed how uncomfortable Charlotte was. It's safer to be in a crowd... Harder to spot.... he thought as he glanced back, Yet she seems very uncomfortable.... So protection or comfort....He stopped and stepped to the side of the road, and looked at Charlotte. "Sorry to state the obvious, but you seen uncomfortable in this large crowd." He said quietly, "Do you want to take less crowded roads through town?"She closed her eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths, letting herself calm down. Then she spoke firmly."I'll be fine. Better safe than comfortable."Oh, like you're actually safe...Ha!You're not safe here.You're not safe anywhere.There. Is. Nowhere. Safe.Thank you for that. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab Ambrose"How many times must I repeat myself?" Caesar asked out loud to no one in particular, "Your boyfriend there is a god damned teleporter. Slippery fuckers. It appears that he was unarmed... But was able to kick my dog.... Oh I am going to enjoy killing him...." Caesar said as he got a crazy look in his eyes.AjaxAjax noticed how uncomfortable Charlotte was. It's safer to be in a crowd... Harder to spot.... he thought as he glanced back, Yet she seems very uncomfortable.... So protection or comfort....He stopped and stepped to the side of the road, and looked at Charlotte. "Sorry to state the obvious, but you seen uncomfortable in this large crowd." He said quietly, "Do you want to take less crowded roads through town?""We'll make sure you kill him."Kura sighed and jumped down, handling the pain."We should get moving. I can handle the pain, and he probably moved to Valos. I'll take up an sniping and scouting point on one of the rooftops. Caesar, I expect you can deal with the streets. Jonah, keep with Caesar."Kura got all her needs. Meat, ammunition, etc."I'll split when we reach the city."She limped towards Valos, with not a single thought in her mind.FREAKING CAESAR. He has 2 dogs, a pistol, and, what? 2 swords? Maybe one... I don't care!Ugh... he even had backup! How STUPID can you be? Vulnier wrote:John shimmered back into existence in an ally way. He was dropped onto a pile of garbage, making a loud THUMP as he crashed into it. A few rats scurried out and ran towards the entrance of the alley, frightened of John's sudden apperance. John was still out cold, blood oozing out of his wound on his shoulder.When John was asleep, he had a dream.A monster on all fours. It was grey, you could see the bones as it had very little skin or flesh covering them. Instead, it had animal pelts on the monster's body. The eye holes were deep in its skull, and it had blood dripping from its face and body.It stared at John, and in his head, he could hear these words."Insult to injury."The monster opened its mouth wide open, large enough for John to fit in. It jumped towards him and swallowed him whole.He woke up right then, with more pain than he had before.Kura"Ugh... Caesar, do your dogs have any trace of him?" Vulnier wrote:John shimmered back into existence in an ally way. He was dropped onto a pile of garbage, making a loud THUMP as he crashed into it. A few rats scurried out and ran towards the entrance of the alley, frightened of John's sudden apperance. John was still out cold, blood oozing out of his wound on his shoulder.As Henry was walking, his ears caught the last tails of what sounded like a crash, coming from the alleyway on his right side. He stopped, raising his head and looking over into the alleyway. There was a man, bleeding out on top of a pile of garbage. He started to continue walking, but something told him not to. He silently cursed himself, knowing that taking any time out of his schedule would raise his risks of being caught. Regardless, he headed into the alleyway towards the fallen man. He seemed to jolt awake as Henry approached, almost from something like a nightmare. "Uhh....are you....alright?" He asked, approaching with caution. Abserdia wrote:Vulnier wrote:John shimmered back into existence in an ally way. He was dropped onto a pile of garbage, making a loud THUMP as he crashed into it. A few rats scurried out and ran towards the entrance of the alley, frightened of John's sudden apperance. John was still out cold, blood oozing out of his wound on his shoulder.When John was asleep, he had a dream.A monster on all fours. It was grey, you could see the bones as it had very little skin or flesh covering them. Instead, it had animal pelts on the monster's body. The eye holes were deep in its skull, and it had blood dripping from its face and body.It stared at John, and in his head, he could hear these words."Insult to injury."The monster opened its mouth wide open, large enough for John to fit in. It jumped towards him and swallowed him whole.He woke up right then, with more pain than he had before.Kura"Ugh... Caesar, do your dogs have any trace of him?"John awoke, staring blankly into the darkening sky as he felt the pain that consumed every part of his body and seemingly his mind.But unfortunately, that was not where his mind was.T-that thing... it followed me... even after all I've been through...But John was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard a voice calling to him from the allyway entrance, and jolted back into his unbearable pain. He replied in a weak voice,"Does it... look like I'm alright? Vulnier wrote:Abserdia wrote:When John was asleep, he had a dream.A monster on all fours. It was grey, you could see the bones as it had very little skin or flesh covering them. Instead, it had animal pelts on the monster's body. The eye holes were deep in its skull, and it had blood dripping from its face and body.It stared at John, and in his head, he could hear these words."Insult to injury."The monster opened its mouth wide open, large enough for John to fit in. It jumped towards him and swallowed him whole.He woke up right then, with more pain than he had before.Kura"Ugh... Caesar, do your dogs have any trace of him?"John awoke, staring blankly into the darkening sky as he felt the pain that consumed every part of his body and seemingly his mind.But unfortunately, that was not where his mind was.T-that thing... it followed me... even after all I've been through... But John was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard a voice calling to him from the allyway entrance, and jolted back into his unbearable pain. He replied in a weak voice,"Does it... look like I'm alright?"No...but I thought I might as well ask." He replied, approaching once more and pulling the bag from off of his own shoulder. He pulled out a small medical kit. "May I? I have some knowledge on helping wounds like those." He pointed to his shoulder. "And I doubt you plan on bleeding to death." Even after all John had been through, he chuckled a little at the kids response to.his shoulder; but then regretted it as he moaned in pain. "G-go for it kid, but be quick about it... there are Hunters around here..." A sound of eerie chants emanated from one of the dilapidated buildings on an alleyway. Looking inside, several human figures, clad in worn-out clothing, was kneeling in front of analtar, praying, humming with a tune that brings uneasiness to someone who had never heard of it before. A lone figure, clad in a worn-out robe, with a cowl pulled up, was sitting behind them, leaning against the wall, his head facing the floor. A Mark, bearing the same shape of thesigilpainted in front of the altar, is shown on his right hand.He don't really understand why would the inhabitants of this apartment accept him just because his Mark resembles the sigil of a "God" they worship. They said that his Mark is a gift from the "God" himself, that his Mark would be the intermediary for the "God" to guide them through the troubled times of the Blue Plague. What he know is, he got a place to rest and to lay low for a few days. He had heard about people who hunt anyone bearing the Mark on accusations of "Heresy" and "Witchcraft". Even though the group was supposedly to be hunting down and killing people with any signs of plague that trying to get out of the city under the order of the City Guards, it seems that the Church can always use some "extra muscle" to impose the rule of religion.Those idiots probably never know that more dead bodies means more plague.Suddenly, a loudTHUMPrang from outside. The people stopped their chants, and looking at the man in cowl and robes inquisitively. The man only nodded, and went out to check. He spotted a man had landed on a pile of garbage, covered in wounds, accompanied by another man who looked like he was treating the former's wounds. Judging from the clothes and the lack of high-tech weaponry, these men doesn't look like any of those "Hunters." He had intended to go back inside, informing the people that it was nothing, when suddenly he felt something funny from his right hand.His Mark glowed.He looked at them, carefully, and thanks to his sharp eyes - trained in the streets to inspect their extortion targets in case they were hiding something from him - he spotted an uncanny shaped symbol on the former man's hand.A Mark.. yet different from mine..The glow on his hand intensified.He approached them. Vulnier wrote:Even after all John had been through, he chuckled a little at the kids response to.his shoulder; but then regretted it as he moaned in pain. "G-go for it kid, but be quick about it... there are Hunters around here..."Henry observed the man carefully as he got to work on his shoulder. "So you're bot too fond of them either, huh?" He asked, wasting no time getting down and dirty with the bullet wound. In a matter of moments, John was patched up and good to go. "There you are." Henry said, packing up his supplies and placing them back into his bag. His shoulder blade began to tingle and feel a bit odd, but Henry barely noticed with his shirt and his jacket overtop. It was still noticeable though, just barely. He knew it was his Mark, but he didn't know why it felt that way. Hwaring footsteps, he turned around to see another man approaching. "Uh, hello..." Henry said. Castle Crashers wrote:Vulnier wrote:Even after all John had been through, he chuckled a little at the kids response to.his shoulder; but then regretted it as he moaned in pain. "G-go for it kid, but be quick about it... there are Hunters around here..."Henry observed the man carefully as he got to work on his shoulder. "So you're bot too fond of them either, huh?" He asked, wasting no time getting down and dirty with the bullet wound. In a matter of moments, John was patched up and good to go. "There you are." Henry said, packing up his supplies and placing them back into his bag. His shoulder blade began to tingle and feel a bit odd, but Henry barely noticed with his shirt and his jacket overtop. It was still noticeable though, just barely. He knew it was his Mark, but he didn't know why it felt that way. Hwaring footsteps, he turned around to see another man approaching. "Uh, hello..." Henry said.As he approached them, the Mark on his hand began to glow more vibrant. His hand felt warm, a calm warmness, not a scorching one.This is unusual. Can this be..?"You two." He spoke to them. "Marked?", he asked, showing the Mark on his hand. Through the whole "operation", John grunted and squirmed in pain and thanked who ever was up there that it was finally over."Thank you kid... just give me a few minutes so the pain can become bearable." Then John's Mark started to glow, and he felt a burning sensation on his hand as he saw a man approach them. When asked about the Mark, John painfully brought up his hand to show this man the Mark."Ya... I got a Mark... but what is it to you...? Vulnier wrote:Through the whole "operation", John grunted and squirmed in pain and thanked who ever was up there that it was finally over."Thank you kid... just give me a few minutes so the pain can become bearable." Then John's Mark started to glow, and he felt a burning sensation on his hand as he saw a man approach them. When asked about the Mark, John painfully brought up his hand to show this man the Mark. "Ya... I got a Mark... but what is it to you...?He carefully observed the Mark on the man's hand.It looked different.. but it is a Mark, no doubt.The glow on both Marks intensified, prompting him to took the man's hand. The air around them shimmered."I know it..", he muttered, with a lopsided smile on his face. "You've been using it extensively, haven't you?", he asked, looking at the man with an intense gaze."Ah, forgive my lack of manners.", he suddenly released the man's hand. "My name is Rivaille. Rivaille Faust. As you can see, I have the Mark too, despite slightly different." He gestured, showing the still glowing Mark on his right hand."Now, please answer my question. Have you been using extensively?" Sindrya wrote:Vulnier wrote:Through the whole "operation", John grunted and squirmed in pain and thanked who ever was up there that it was finally over."Thank you kid... just give me a few minutes so the pain can become bearable." Then John's Mark started to glow, and he felt a burning sensation on his hand as he saw a man approach them. When asked about the Mark, John painfully brought up his hand to show this man the Mark. "Ya... I got a Mark... but what is it to you...?He carefully observed the Mark on the man's hand. It looked different.. but it is a Mark, no doubt. The glow on both Marks intensified, prompting him to took the man's hand. The air around them shimmered."I know it..", he muttered, with a lopsided smile on his face. "You've been using it extensively, haven't you?", he asked, looking at the man with an intense gaze."Ah, forgive my lack of manners.", he suddenly released the man's hand. "My name is Rivaille. Rivaille Faust. As you can see, I have the Mark too, despite slightly different." He gestured, showing the still glowing Mark on his right hand."Now, please answer my question. Have you been using extensively?"John's hand felt like it was on fire when the man touched his hand. But John was to busy thinking about what the man had just said.This Faust knows about my curse more then I do... who is this man... John was to deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice when the man let go of his hand, but he heard when the man asked the question the second time.He took his time to respond as he said,"I'll tell you if you tell me something first." John painfully but slowly got up on his two legs, and he did get up, using the wall as support to help him stand. After getting up, he stared right into the man's eyes and asked,"What the hell is this Mark? And what does it mean?" Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar was in front of Kura, not to far. As they approached the city, Caesar groaned as Kura asked a question."No they haven't." He answered, "I'll say it again. It was a fucking teleporter. Getting their scent after they teleport is very difficult...." He glared back at Kura, "So don't ask again. When they get his scent, we'll know."AjaxAjax nodded and started walking again, slowing his pace slightly to close the distance between them. Not to close as to make Charlotte uncomfortable, but close enough to help her if danger presented itself.They made their way through the city and out of the heart of the city. The amount of people lessened, and the two had more breathing room. Suddenly Ajax stopped.Turning around dramatically, he was about to speak when his stomach let out a mighty growl.He smiled and laughed slightly, "Want to get something to eat? I know it's risky and all, but a person can't operate on an empty stomach." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar was in front of Kura, not to far. As they approached the city, Caesar groaned as Kura asked a question."No they haven't." He answered, "I'll say it again. It was a fucking teleporter. Getting their scent after they teleport is very difficult...." He glared back at Kura, "So don't ask again. When they get his scent, we'll know."AjaxAjax nodded and started walking again, slowing his pace slightly to close the distance between them. Not to close as to make Charlotte uncomfortable, but close enough to help her if danger presented itself.They made their way through the city and out of the heart of the city. The amount of people lessened, and the two had more breathing room. Suddenly Ajax stopped.Turning around dramatically, he was about to speak when his stomach let out a mighty growl. He smiled and laughed slightly, "Want to get something to eat? I know it's risky and all, but a person can't operate on an empty stomach.""If you like," she said coolly."I don't require sustenance as often as most people. I've learned to get by without it." AjaxAjax nodded, "Consider it a treat then." He said as he looked around, "Stay around here... Maybe duck into an alley... I'll be right back."With that Ajax was off,Why did I say those things? I'm broke, only one way I can afford to back my words....he thought as he came to a tavern,Fast food it is. Faal Lot Himdah wrote:AjaxAjax nodded, "Consider it a treat then." He said as he looked around, "Stay around here... Maybe duck into an alley... I'll be right back."With that Ajax was off, Why did I say those things? I'm broke, only one way I can afford to back my words.... he thought as he came to a tavern, Fast food it is.She backed into an alley, obscuring herself in shadows.Then she felt a hand brush against her shoulder, and a voice whispered,"Hello, sweetie." A pause, and heavy breathing, and then it continued, "You're a pretty one, ain't you? Much too pretty to be in a place like this... It must be my birthday."The tone in which it was said left no doubt about what the speaker intended.Once, she might have screamed for help.Now, her face hardened.I've been through this scenario in my mind a hundred times. I know what I'm doing.She turned, and the man in the alley found out exactly why it was a bad idea to mess with Charlotte Noble.When she was finished with him, he was staring sightlessly up at the sky as she pushed him back into the shadows.Then she remembered...She crouched down next to him, took his left hand, and carved a symbol into his palm--a closed eye.In his right palm, she carved a jagged X. Jonah sat down, breathing heavily. He was getting tired of chasing down this Mark. "Slippery bastard. I'll kill him!" he thought. "Okay Jonah, deep breathes. Can't go crazy just yet." He stood up, slightly calmer. "Okay, so what's the plan now?" Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab AmbroseCaesar was in front of Kura, not to far. As they approached the city, Caesar groaned as Kura asked a question."No they haven't." He answered, "I'll say it again. It was a fucking teleporter. Getting their scent after they teleport is very difficult...." He glared back at Kura, "So don't ask again. When they get his scent, we'll know.""Okay. I'll remember that."Soviet Farm wrote:Jonah sat down, breathing heavily. He was getting tired of chasing down this Mark. "Slippery bastard. I'll kill him!" he thought. "Okay Jonah, deep breathes. Can't go crazy just yet." He stood up, slightly calmer. "Okay, so what's the plan now?""I'll climb a building and get into a sniping spot. You two will search for the teleporter.If you find him, signal me with a scream. I'm sure Caesar can scream as loud as a baby girl with a sperm whale for vocal cords, so I should find your position pretty quickly."???John could still hear the creature, in short statements or mumbles."You're interesting.""You changed.""We couldn't see this.""You ruined me.""You ruined others.""Who are you?""What are you?""And why?" Vulnier wrote:Sindrya wrote:He carefully observed the Mark on the man's hand. It looked different.. but it is a Mark, no doubt. The glow on both Marks intensified, prompting him to took the man's hand. The air around them shimmered."I know it..", he muttered, with a lopsided smile on his face. "You've been using it extensively, haven't you?", he asked, looking at the man with an intense gaze."Ah, forgive my lack of manners.", he suddenly released the man's hand. "My name is Rivaille. Rivaille Faust. As you can see, I have the Mark too, despite slightly different." He gestured, showing the still glowing Mark on his right hand."Now, please answer my question. Have you been using extensively?"John's hand felt like it was on fire when the man touched his hand. But John was to busy thinking about what the man had just said. This Faust knows about my curse more then I do... who is this man... John was to deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice when the man let go of his hand, but he heard when the man asked the question the second time. He took his time to respond as he said,"I'll tell you if you tell me something first." John painfully but slowly got up on his two legs, and he did get up, using the wall as support to help him stand. After getting up, he stared right into the man's eyes and asked,"What the hell is this Mark? And what does it mean?"Rivaille chuckled. "If you think about this Mark as something that resembles a curse, then I say that you had better get a more positive outlook on things."He paused, looking at his own Mark, before continuing. "Though, I wouldn't call it a 'blessing' either.."He went silent, trying to find a way to explain to him. "Think about it like this. It's a, um,power, given to you by something that's beyond your comprehension. This power is what distinguished you from other people.""Now", he said, seating himself at the edge of a nearby trashcan. "This power gave you leverage, ultimately makes you above other people. And that 'something' that gave you this power, would like to see how you will use that power. It doesn't care about whether you do it for goodness, for the evils, for the sake of everyone else, or for your own purposes." The smile on his face faded. "It just wants to see whether you are interesting or not."Once again, he showed his Mark to them. "What I know, is this power can gave us the ability to change something. I don't know, maybe changing the society, or the history, or whatever."He put down his hand, the Mark concealed by the long sleeves of the robe. "Now, onto my question. Have you been using it extensively?" Sindrya wrote:Vulnier wrote:John's hand felt like it was on fire when the man touched his hand. But John was to busy thinking about what the man had just said. This Faust knows about my curse more then I do... who is this man... John was to deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice when the man let go of his hand, but he heard when the man asked the question the second time. He took his time to respond as he said,"I'll tell you if you tell me something first." John painfully but slowly got up on his two legs, and he did get up, using the wall as support to help him stand. After getting up, he stared right into the man's eyes and asked,"What the hell is this Mark? And what does it mean?"Rivaille chuckled. "If you think about this Mark as something that resembles a curse, then I say that you had better get a more positive outlook on things."He paused, looking at his own Mark, before continuing. "Though, I wouldn't call it a 'blessing' either.."He went silent, trying to find a way to explain to him. "Think about it like this. It's a, um, power, given to you by something that's beyond your comprehension. This power is what distinguished you from other people.""Now", he said, seating himself at the edge of a nearby trashcan. "This power gave you leverage, ultimately makes you above other people. And that 'something' that gave you this power, would like to see how you will use that power. It doesn't care about whether you do it for goodness, for the evils, for the sake of everyone else, or for your own purposes." The smile on his face faded. "It just wants to see whether you are interesting or not."Once again, he showed his Mark to them. "What I know, is this power can gave us the ability to change something. I don't know, maybe changing the society, or the history, or whatever."He put down his hand, the Mark concealed by the long sleeves of the robe. "Now, onto my question. Have you been using it extensively?"John was mortified when he got the answer to his question, an answer he was not prepared for at all. John sat down on a piece of garbage, hands on his head, trying to make sense of what he just heard.Your a God's entertainment...This is udder madness...Who would do such a thing...You're interesting.Why ME?! WHY?!?!Many thoughts swam in his head, some he was sure weren't his own, but he was snapped out of it when he was reminded of the 'deal' he had made with this man."Y-yes. I've been using it excessively, but how is that relevant?"John heard a voice, a voice he never heard before bombarding him with questions, he looked around, but no one was talking. "D-do you hear that... a voice?" Vulnier wrote:Sindrya wrote:Rivaille chuckled. "If you think about this Mark as something that resembles a curse, then I say that you had better get a more positive outlook on things."He paused, looking at his own Mark, before continuing. "Though, I wouldn't call it a 'blessing' either.."He went silent, trying to find a way to explain to him. "Think about it like this. It's a, um, power, given to you by something that's beyond your comprehension. This power is what distinguished you from other people.""Now", he said, seating himself at the edge of a nearby trashcan. "This power gave you leverage, ultimately makes you above other people. And that 'something' that gave you this power, would like to see how you will use that power. It doesn't care about whether you do it for goodness, for the evils, for the sake of everyone else, or for your own purposes." The smile on his face faded. "It just wants to see whether you are interesting or not."Once again, he showed his Mark to them. "What I know, is this power can gave us the ability to change something. I don't know, maybe changing the society, or the history, or whatever."He put down his hand, the Mark concealed by the long sleeves of the robe. "Now, onto my question. Have you been using it extensively?"John was mortified when he got the answer to his question, an answer he was not prepared for at all. John sat down on a piece of garbage, hands on his head, trying to make sense of what he just heard. Many thoughts swam in his head, some he was sure weren't his own, but he was snapped out of it when he was reminded of the 'deal' he had made with this man."Y-yes. I've been using it excessively, but how is that relevant?"John heard a voice, a voice he never heard before bombarding him with questions, he looked around, but no one was talking. "D-do you hear that... a voice?"???"You hear only yourself.""You're alone.""But you're being watched.""Hunters are on your trail.""I know them.""I've talked to them.""But they don't know it yet.""And they may never know.""If they find you."John saw a glimpse of the creature again. The wendigo looking creature.Smiling towards him. Vulnier wrote:Sindrya wrote:Rivaille chuckled. "If you think about this Mark as something that resembles a curse, then I say that you had better get a more positive outlook on things."He paused, looking at his own Mark, before continuing. "Though, I wouldn't call it a 'blessing' either.."He went silent, trying to find a way to explain to him. "Think about it like this. It's a, um, power, given to you by something that's beyond your comprehension. This power is what distinguished you from other people.""Now", he said, seating himself at the edge of a nearby trashcan. "This power gave you leverage, ultimately makes you above other people. And that 'something' that gave you this power, would like to see how you will use that power. It doesn't care about whether you do it for goodness, for the evils, for the sake of everyone else, or for your own purposes." The smile on his face faded. "It just wants to see whether you are interesting or not."Once again, he showed his Mark to them. "What I know, is this power can gave us the ability to change something. I don't know, maybe changing the society, or the history, or whatever."He put down his hand, the Mark concealed by the long sleeves of the robe. "Now, onto my question. Have you been using it extensively?"John was mortified when he got the answer to his question, an answer he was not prepared for at all. John sat down on a piece of garbage, hands on his head, trying to make sense of what he just heard. Your a God's entertainment...This is udder madness...Who would do such a thing...You're interesting.Why ME?! WHY?!?!Many thoughts swam in his head, some he was sure weren't his own, but he was snapped out of it when he was reminded of the 'deal' he had made with this man."Y-yes. I've been using it excessively, but how is that relevant?"John heard a voice, a voice he never heard before bombarding him with questions, he looked around, but no one was talking. "D-do you hear that... a voice?"Rivaille's expression changed. He had just intended to tell this man how is that a stupid move, constantly using the Mark's power, when he started rambling about a voice."What do you mean? What voice?", he asked, looking confused. Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Excuse me." Caesar said as he turned to Kura, his dogs growled slightly, "You are mistaken.... I don't scream. Jonah screams. I don't."Ajax"Umm....." Ajax said as he just arrived back, with some food in a makeshift container. He watched what Charlotte did to the man."Remind me not to piss you off..." He said to Charlotte, "Anyways.... Let's get going... I have some food. But it might not be wise to stick around here." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Excuse me." Caesar said as he turned to Kura, his dogs growled slightly, "You are mistaken.... I don't scream. Jonah screams. I don't."Ajax"Umm....." Ajax said as he just arrived back, with some food in a makeshift container. He watched what Charlotte did to the man."Remind me not to piss you off..." He said to Charlotte, "Anyways.... Let's get going... I have some food. But it might not be wise to stick around here."She stared at him coldly."As long as you don't try what he tried, you should be fine."I just wish...I could make him pay..."Come on, then." Sindrya wrote:Vulnier wrote:John was mortified when he got the answer to his question, an answer he was not prepared for at all. John sat down on a piece of garbage, hands on his head, trying to make sense of what he just heard. Your a God's entertainment...This is udder madness...Who would do such a thing...You're interesting.Why ME?! WHY?!?!Many thoughts swam in his head, some he was sure weren't his own, but he was snapped out of it when he was reminded of the 'deal' he had made with this man."Y-yes. I've been using it excessively, but how is that relevant?"John heard a voice, a voice he never heard before bombarding him with questions, he looked around, but no one was talking. "D-do you hear that... a voice?"Rivaille's expression changed. He had just intended to tell this man how is that a stupid move, constantly using the Mark's power, when he started rambling about a voice."What do you mean? What voice?", he asked, looking confused."You don't hear it? It's quite lo-" He stopped talking when he saw the creature from the corner of his eye. Then John realized its was the creature talking to him. Shaking,he said,"N-never m-mind." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Excuse me." Caesar said as he turned to Kura, his dogs growled slightly, "You are mistaken.... I don't scream. Jonah screams. I don't."Kura"Whatever you say." Kura mumbled."We should arrive by 5:00 PM. The sun will set at 7:00. We'll have two hours before I need to retreat from my point and go on the streets, but I doubt he'll stop moving.What's your plan for when you reach it, guys? Are you going to just walk around until your dogs start growling?"???"You are human.""I am too.""But I've seen more than you.""And you have yet seen them.""You will." Vulnier wrote:Sindrya wrote:Rivaille's expression changed. He had just intended to tell this man how is that a stupid move, constantly using the Mark's power, when he started rambling about a voice."What do you mean? What voice?", he asked, looking confused."You don't hear it? It's quite lo-" He stopped talking when he saw the creature from the corner of his eye. Then John realized its was the creature talking to him. Shaking,he said,"N-never m-mind.""I don't hear anything.", he answered, confused, his face frowned at the man.Then Rivaille noticed it. The glow on the man's Mark appeared a bit off. It's no longer like when a Mark detects another, it's a bit more somber, yet also has this faint light.Something's off.He stood up from his seat on the trashcan. He looked at the sky.It's going dark. Night will fall soon."You two looked like you could use a shelter for the night.", he said to two men. "Come over. My place is just right there." He pointed a thumb towards the apartment where he had come out before."Moreover, you are prone to be singled out by Hunters if you don't find a shelter. And we can use a man with a skill on treating wounds for the night.", he looked towards the man who had treated the other man's wounds before. "One of the people inside there just got a wound from trying to outrun the Hunters. Thought he was a carrier. He tripped on his legs, got wounds along his calf. They worried if it not treated well soon, it might become infected with the plague."He paused, wanting to hear their opinions. "What do you guys say?" Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Well... That works." Caesar said, "If my dogs pick up his scent, then we can find him with ease. Or we can stake out the main city entrances and exits... Three of us, two ways in and out of the city... We can cover them both."AjaxAjax nodded and lead her away from the alley. Eventually he found a nice green area out of the way of everything."I think this is a good place to eat." He said as he sat down, and opened the container, "Chicken and bread.... That's all I managed to grab. I hope it's fine with you." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Well... That works." Caesar said, "If my dogs pick up his scent, then we can find him with ease. Or we can stake out the main city entrances and exits... Three of us, two ways in and out of the city... We can cover them both."AjaxAjax nodded and lead her away from the alley. Eventually he found a nice green area out of the way of everything."I think this is a good place to eat." He said as he sat down, and opened the container, "Chicken and bread.... That's all I managed to grab. I hope it's fine with you."She nodded gratefully."I'll eat most anything," she said in an almost sarcastic tone of voice, "as long as it isn't--Never mind." Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Caesar Eliab Ambrose"Well... That works." Caesar said, "If my dogs pick up his scent, then we can find him with ease. Or we can stake out the main city entrances and exits... Three of us, two ways in and out of the city... We can cover them both.""Good idea. Caesar, you can actively search for our target. I'll have the eastern wall, and Jonah gets the west. Since the Mark is a beggar, he should be staying in the west, where low class men aren't shunned as they are in the east. Got it?"???"You are the beginning.""You are the end.""You are life.""And you are death.""How will you spend your time?""Waiting for death?""Or running for life?" Kulias Port DistrictNorth-east of Kulias"Assassin! Help-"The poor City Guard's cry to help was cut short, as a blade sticking out of his throat turned it into nothing more than a gurgle, then silence. His body dropped with a dull 'thud', revealing his killer. A masked man, clad in a hooded cloak, holding an improvised dagger, that looked like it was carved out of a whalebone. In truth, it was only an optical illusion, due to the actual material of the dagger was steel.Turning around, he saw many more City Guards, all dropped to the ground, bleeding out from various places. Their plan succeeded. They planned to liberate this port, to allow as many survivors of the plague a safe transport out of the city.Yes, they.Of course he didn't work alone.If you look to the wall on his left, there's a wanted poster. In it was a figure, drawn precisely like him.WANTEDFor the crimes of murder of various brave personnel and officers of the City GuardsAs well as leading a group of insurgent against the authoritiesAnd possible Crimes of HeresyThis Masked Miscreant Under The Alias 'Otto'Enemy of The City of KuliasThe offenses of this man are high crimes under the laws of the City Guards of Kulias, The Tenets of The Church, and the edicts of our brave Lord Governor at this time of perilReward of 15,000 Coins regarding any information of this man will be paid by the City Guards, in addition to another rewards by various outstanding organizationsThree individuals, wearing a same get-up like him, showed up."Otto. Another group of City Guards is coming this way.", one of them, masked with a rather plain mask, spoke to him in a masculine voice."How many?", Otto asked, his voice obscured by the mask."My Dark Eyes shown that there's only five of them.", the same man answered."They send five Guards just because there are only four of us?", Otto asked, rather amused. He patted the man on the back. "Good thing we have you on the look out, Kyle.", he said.The man, Kyle, only nodded. Another one of the masked individuals spoke up to him, in a muffled feminine voice. "Should we back you?"Otto waved. "You don't have to."In the distance, the sound City Guards' boots thumping against the ground could be heard."Besides", he said, facing away from them, striding towards the approaching group of City Guards. "It's a rare chance for me to let loose like this.""For The Guards!", two of the City Guards swung their swords at him while yelling simultaneously.To their surprise, their swords only phased right through him, no, more like, he was the one phasing through the swords.Within the time of two seconds, both Guards laid on the ground, bleeding from the back of their neck.Another Guard came at him. "I'll feed you to the hounds!", he yelled, swinging his blade, trying to chop his neck.With amazing reflexes, Otto ducked under the swing, before standing up quickly, while bringing up his dagger to the Guard's lower jaw, stabbing him right through it."Clear the line!", came the gruff sound of the only Guards Officer. Aiming down his pistol, he released a shot at Otto.The corpse of the previous dead Guard proved to be a good meat-shield.Otto pulled off his dagger. The Guards Officer reloaded his pistol.Otto ran at him. The Officer aimed.Before the Officer had the chance to shot, he was already at the ground, with Otto on top of him, his dagger through the Officer's skull.There's only one remaining Guard.Otto looked at him. The Guard visibly shaking, his grip on his blade unsteady. He dropped his blade, dropping on his knees, begging to Otto."Please.. Please spare me.. I-I have... a daughter.. a wife.. a family.. Please please I beg of you please spare me.."Otto huffed. "Get up."The man still begging, repeating the lines, over and over.Otto kicked him."You're begging for forgiveness now? Family, you say? Wife and daughter?", he asked. "Have you ever thought the the same about the 'suspects' you executed?"The Guard only look at him, wide-eyed, confused."That's what I thought.", Otto said, before driving his dagger right through the Guard's skull.After wiping off the blood from the dagger with a cloth, he ordered towards the three masked individuals, his followers. "Get the boats ready. We'll transfer the survivors soon.""Master Otto.", came their short reply, before walking off to do his order.Otto looked towards the sky, the light of dusk basking the docks.Soon, this town will be cleansed.The corrupt shall be thrown. Fed to the hounds.Then, the people will be free.Soon. OratorOrator was watching the assassins. Studying them.I have to put up with this for the rest of my life, do I, gods?She was wearing her typical mask and hat, but with the outfit of the guards.A woman was sitting with her hand over her ears, mumbling something about the voices."Shut up."Orator picked the near naked woman up and threw her over the balcony, sending her into a river.She climbed down afterwards, walking to Otto."I can infiltrate the outpost while you distract them. If I can kill the commanding officer, the guards' control over this port will be temporarily collapsed, but not permanently. May I proceed with my plan?"Her voice was clear as day, but something about it still sounded... off.Kura"follow the dirty tree road" Abserdia wrote:OratorOrator was watching the assassins. Studying them.I have to put up with this for the rest of my life, do I, gods?She was wearing her typical mask and hat, but with the outfit of the guards.A woman was sitting with her hand over her ears, mumbling something about the voices."Shut up."Orator picked the near naked woman up and threw her over the balcony, sending her into a river.She climbed down afterwards, walking to Otto."I can infiltrate the outpost while you distract them. If I can kill the commanding officer, the guards' control over this port will be temporarily collapsed, but not permanently. May I proceed with my plan?"Her voice was clear as day, but something about it still sounded... off.Otto turned around, facing the feminine sound talking to him. When he the Guards' outfit, he immediately readied his dagger, but upon recognizing the voice, put it back down again."Oh, it's you.", he said. He remembered the voice.The Orator. A psychopathic serial murderer, branded as a heretic by The Church, due to claims of the murders were 'offering to her gods'. They captured her when she was trying to follow them. Turned out she came from a high-class society, before 'one of the Gods' came to her dreams, branding her with a Mark. Apparently, she went psycho from the dreams, murdering her own family, and then, other people, as an 'offering'.When Otto offered her to join his group, one of his followers, namely Kyle, was skeptical about her, due to she herself coming from a high-standing noble family. Otto only answered, "She already has her name on the wanted posters, the City Guards willing to give coins for her capture, The Church branded her as a heretic. You think she would have another place to go once we took her in?"Otto snapped back to reality, pondering about the Orator's suggestions. Finally, he nodded."Very well.", he said. "But be careful. I would expect the outpost to be heavily guarder by the Guards. Do not do anything suspicious, or even go full psycho. Just walk in, find the commanding officer, kill him, and get out.", he warned."Your capabilities is not fitting for open combat against a lot of opponents. And I don't feel like finding another member." Sindrya wrote:Vulnier wrote:"You don't hear it? It's quite lo-" He stopped talking when he saw the creature from the corner of his eye. Then John realized its was the creature talking to him. Shaking,he said,"N-never m-mind.""I don't hear anything.", he answered, confused, his face frowned at the man.Then Rivaille noticed it. The glow on the man's Mark appeared a bit off. It's no longer like when a Mark detects another, it's a bit more somber, yet also has this faint light.Something's off.He stood up from his seat on the trashcan. He looked at the sky. It's going dark. Night will fall soon."You two looked like you could use a shelter for the night.", he said to two men. "Come over. My place is just right there." He pointed a thumb towards the apartment where he had come out before."Moreover, you are prone to be singled out by Hunters if you don't find a shelter. And we can use a man with a skill on treating wounds for the night.", he looked towards the man who had treated the other man's wounds before. "One of the people inside there just got a wound from trying to outrun the Hunters. Thought he was a carrier. He tripped on his legs, got wounds along his calf. They worried if it not treated well soon, it might become infected with the plague."He paused, wanting to hear their opinions. "What do you guys say?"John had barely heard Rivallies offer for he was too focused on the creature still there, with that smile. Shaking, he slowly looked back at the man, trying hard not to cover his ears, and replied," Y-yes, that w-would be l-lovely."John looked back towards the entrance, expecting to see the creature still there. But to his relief, it had disappeared, and so did the voices, but not completely as he still heard whispers, though not as loud. He sighed, though, and knew it would be back, as it always came back after what John did so long ago. Vulnier wrote:Sindrya wrote:"I don't hear anything.", he answered, confused, his face frowned at the man.Then Rivaille noticed it. The glow on the man's Mark appeared a bit off. It's no longer like when a Mark detects another, it's a bit more somber, yet also has this faint light.Something's off.He stood up from his seat on the trashcan. He looked at the sky. It's going dark. Night will fall soon."You two looked like you could use a shelter for the night.", he said to two men. "Come over. My place is just right there." He pointed a thumb towards the apartment where he had come out before."Moreover, you are prone to be singled out by Hunters if you don't find a shelter. And we can use a man with a skill on treating wounds for the night.", he looked towards the man who had treated the other man's wounds before. "One of the people inside there just got a wound from trying to outrun the Hunters. Thought he was a carrier. He tripped on his legs, got wounds along his calf. They worried if it not treated well soon, it might become infected with the plague."He paused, wanting to hear their opinions. "What do you guys say?"John had barely heard Rivallies offer for he was too focused on the creature still there, with that smile. Shaking, he slowly looked back at the man, trying hard not to cover his ears, and replied," Y-yes, that w-would be l-lovely."John looked back towards the entrance, expecting to see the creature still there. But to his relief, it had disappeared, and so did the voices, but not completely as he still heard whispers, though not as loud. He sighed, though, and knew it would be back, as it always came back after what John did so long ago."Good. Come on in, then." Rivaille beckoned to the two men, towards the apartment building. After climbing up the fire escape stairs, he knocked at the door, in a certain rhythm; three quick raps, two slow knocks, then another three fast raps. The sound of a dead-bolt being undone could be heard from the other side. The door slowly opened from the inside, revealing Rivaille and the two strangers to the people inside the apartment. Looks like they still huddled around the altar.They gave Rivaille questioning looks. "Don't worry.", he explained. "These men are our guests for the night. One of them is a person capable of tending wounds. Where is Dean?", he asked. They told him Dean was upstairs, lying on his bed."Good." He patted the man with the medical capabilities on the back, asking him to go upstairs and tend to Dean's wounds. "If you need anything, just call from upstairs. We will get what we can."Then he patted the shoulder of the other man, who had been spouting something about hearing strange sounds."And this man here..", he began. "Is a Marked. But the Mark is... quite different, I must say. But", he paused, looked at each of the inhabitants in the eye, before continuing, "we'll be treating him like a guest nonetheless."Before he had the chance to tell the man to get some rest, two children, a girl and a boy, aged somewhere between five to six, ran up to them. The little girl asked the man, "Can I look at your mark, mister?" with the cutest smile for a five years-old.Rivaille grimaced. "You'll have to forgive these kids. The plague took their parents. We found them on the way from Kulias, and took them in. They become amazed at the sight of anything new." Sindrya wrote:Abserdia wrote:OratorOrator was watching the assassins. Studying them.I have to put up with this for the rest of my life, do I, gods?She was wearing her typical mask and hat, but with the outfit of the guards.A woman was sitting with her hand over her ears, mumbling something about the voices."Shut up."Orator picked the near naked woman up and threw her over the balcony, sending her into a river.She climbed down afterwards, walking to Otto."I can infiltrate the outpost while you distract them. If I can kill the commanding officer, the guards' control over this port will be temporarily collapsed, but not permanently. May I proceed with my plan?"Her voice was clear as day, but something about it still sounded... off.Otto turned around, facing the feminine sound talking to him. When he the Guards' outfit, he immediately readied his dagger, but upon recognizing the voice, put it back down again."Oh, it's you.", he said. He remembered the voice. The Orator. A psychopathic serial murderer, branded as a heretic by The Church, due to claims of the murders were 'offering to her gods'. They captured her when she was trying to follow them. Turned out she came from a high-class society, before 'one of the Gods' came to her dreams, branding her with a Mark. Apparently, she went psycho from the dreams, murdering her own family, and then, other people, as an 'offering'.When Otto offered her to join his group, one of his followers, namely Kyle, was skeptical about her, due to she herself coming from a high-standing noble family. Otto only answered, "She already has her name on the wanted posters, the City Guards willing to give coins for her capture, The Church branded her as a heretic. You think she would have another place to go once we took her in?"Otto snapped back to reality, pondering about the Orator's suggestions. Finally, he nodded."Very well.", he said. "But be careful. I would expect the outpost to be heavily guarder by the Guards. Do not do anything suspicious, or even go full psycho. Just walk in, find the commanding officer, kill him, and get out.", he warned."Your capabilities is not fitting for open combat against a lot of opponents. And I don't feel like finding another member."OratorOrator walked away after he stopped talking to come up with a plan. She has the disguise, but not anything else.As she approached the building, she had an epiphany. Orator took her mask and hat off.Her Mark started glowing, and soon enough, a man brought out a gun and shot a guard.The entire outpost came out, and as they were already on high alert, they shot the man. Orator's Mark stopped glowing.Orator walked inside the building and was able to sneak past everyone within the crowd of guards.This is a big outpost... you could probably just call this an entire station.10 minutes later, Orator put her mask on and got back to Otto.???"I know you well." Abserdia wrote:Sindrya wrote:Otto turned around, facing the feminine sound talking to him. When he the Guards' outfit, he immediately readied his dagger, but upon recognizing the voice, put it back down again."Oh, it's you.", he said. He remembered the voice. The Orator. A psychopathic serial murderer, branded as a heretic by The Church, due to claims of the murders were 'offering to her gods'. They captured her when she was trying to follow them. Turned out she came from a high-class society, before 'one of the Gods' came to her dreams, branding her with a Mark. Apparently, she went psycho from the dreams, murdering her own family, and then, other people, as an 'offering'.When Otto offered her to join his group, one of his followers, namely Kyle, was skeptical about her, due to she herself coming from a high-standing noble family. Otto only answered, "She already has her name on the wanted posters, the City Guards willing to give coins for her capture, The Church branded her as a heretic. You think she would have another place to go once we took her in?"Otto snapped back to reality, pondering about the Orator's suggestions. Finally, he nodded."Very well.", he said. "But be careful. I would expect the outpost to be heavily guarder by the Guards. Do not do anything suspicious, or even go full psycho. Just walk in, find the commanding officer, kill him, and get out.", he warned."Your capabilities is not fitting for open combat against a lot of opponents. And I don't feel like finding another member."OratorOrator walked away after he stopped talking to come up with a plan. She has the disguise, but not anything else.As she approached the building, she had an epiphany. Orator took her mask and hat off.Her Mark started glowing, and soon enough, a man brought out a gun and shot a guard.The entire outpost came out, and as they were already on high alert, they shot the man. Orator's Mark stopped glowing.Orator walked inside the building and was able to sneak past everyone within the crowd of guards.This is a big outpost... you could probably just call this an entire station.10 minutes later, Orator put her mask on and got back to Otto.???"I know you well."After the Orator reports about her exploits, Otto turned towards his followers. All gathered, there's only five in total, the Orator included. A small number, but it will grow soon. He cleared his throat, demanding their attentions."Fellow gentlemen," he said, before being cut off by "ahem"s from the two female comrades of theirs. He nodded towards them. "and ladies,", he continued. He spread his arms wide. "The Port District is now officially ours.", he declared."Now that we have taken over a district, thanks to Orator's effort, we could set up a den.", he said. "Scout the area. Find a place that's not too spacey, but also not too cramped. I also would prefer a not dilapidated building, at least three stories, so we can set up a training area in one of the floors." Orator"The port office has 3 floors for imports, exports, and passenger voyages. It can be easily fortified, sir."Ugh... saying 'sir' feels awful. This taste in my mouth is horrible!"The hotel has 4 stories, but only the first floor has a lot of open space." Abserdia wrote:Orator"The port office has 3 floors for imports, exports, and passenger voyages. It can be easily fortified, sir."Ugh... saying 'sir' feels awful. This taste in my mouth is horrible!"The hotel has 4 stories, but only the first floor has a lot of open space."Otto pondered the suggestions. "If the first floor is quite spacious, then it's perfect for a training area. We can set up training dummies there. Port Office doesn't sound too spacious, but since it's closer to the docks, maybe we can use it as an outpost."He shrugged. "Maybe also as a warehouse, for storing supplies."He clapped his hands. "Okay, then I decide that we will take the hotel as our base. Loot the buildings around here. Pick up anything useful, and bring it to the hotel. We will have a lot to do. Am I clear?"

East Horizon (IC)

A Rebirth of Faith (Paladin and Lavender)

Tristan rode through the woods, his dark green cloak fluttering around him and his horse. He knew these woods well because he had been born near them. In a monastary only a few miles away from where he was he had been blessed in the light and taken his oath to be a paladin. It was also in that very monastary that he had turned his back on his oath and cast down his faith when his family had died. Now five years later he had come back to pay respects to his families grave. Everyone in town glared at him and called him names as he rode past. He ignored him why should he care what they thought about a broken man. He paid his respects and left as quickly as he came not talking to anyone. Now he was riding west heading for the coast and hopefully to a ship to escape this land to another where hopefully he could die against some monster and finally join his loved ones. The day was growing long and night would come soon. The day had been very long and hard for Anara. Already she had been in several skirmishes with goblins and orcs she'd been chasing out of the forest she called home. But she wasn't prepared for what some of them brought back. Bleeding from dozens of cuts and out of healing spells with which to heal herself, she now stood at the edge of the woods as she watched a large creature, the size of a giant but like none she'd ever seen before with great big horns protruding from its head, amble towards her with a look of menace in its eyes. Anara could have ran, but this was her home. The only home she'd ever known. How could she just abandon it to the vile creatures? Not knowing what else to do, she sheathed her twin rapiers and pulled her exquisite longbow and a bunch of arrows, firing them off in rapid succession while holding the ones she wasn't yet using in between her bow-shaped pink lips. Tristan continued riding through the woods taking his time. Off in the distance her heard the sound of goblins and something large breaking through the trees. He turned his horse in that direction. Goblins were trouble for anyone and he was only happy to keep them away from town if only to keep his families graves safe. His armor and gear clinked and shifted as he rode. He spured his horse faster as he heard the goblins hooting and hollering. They were chasing something, or someone. Goblins were not known for being nice to whatever they caught. The young ranger ran to more defensible ground while the first crowd of incoming goblins raced towards her. She switched from arrow to blades as the neared her, and she easily took down the first wave without problem. The next was dispatched just as easily, but then one goblin got in a lucky strike from behind, and Anara bit back a cry of pain. The giant creature was getting ever closer, and still she had several more waves of goblins and a score of orcs to deal with. Tristan continued riding towrad the sounds of battle. Up in the distance her saw the huge creature. It was something unusual in this area from what he remembered. Infact he had never seen its like before. As he rode into the clearing he saw what the goblins were after and spurs his horse into a Galop as he draws his Bastard sword. His swings kill four goblins and the hoves of his mount kill another four as they are trampled to deal in his rideby. He swings his horse around for another go. When Anara saw that there was help, she breathed a sigh of relief. But she could only hope he would demand no payment nor would turn out to be no better than these vermin. Her twin blades cut through goblin after goblin as the stranger cut them down as well and trampled more, but by the time they were all gone, her wounds were extremely dangerous. She didn't stop, however. The orcs were next, and with a wild battle cry in no particular language any creature or person there could recognize, she leapt into the air and twirled around, both rapiers slicing into the throat of the first orc, dropping it to the ground as it's head hung half off. She dropped to the ground in the midst of the orcs, already slashing out with wild precision. Tristan finshed off the last of his goblins and turned his attention to the big creature. The only hope of defeating this thing would be to bring it down to his level. He spurs his horse into a Gallop and rides straight for the creature his blade hold off to one side. He rides between its legs hacking at its left ankle his blade bites deep and he is yanked off his horse. He Pulls the sword out and hot blood sprays in his face and all over his armor as he drops to the ground. The creature swipes at him with a big hand and her rolls to the side. Standing he hacks at its other ankle. He glances over to see that the other person is ok before continueing his assault on the creature. Each attack causes it to roar in pain and try to grab him but he eaither evades its attacks or slashes at its hands. About 19 orcs to go, and Anara gave it all that she had. One by one they fell beneath her wicked blades and dextrous, acrobatic dives, feints, tucks, rolls, and jumps. She was a site to behold when the stranger glanced at her. It was as if she was dancing to music with her rapiers simply extensions of her arms. But even an amazing fighter like herself couldn't keep up such actions indefinately, and neither could one always dodge each blow. Hampered by pain and blood loss, she began to move slower, even stumbling occasionally. The creature was losing blood rapidly under Tristan's assaults. Finally it trips and falls falls to both knees. With a quick slash Tristan's sword bites deep into its neck ending its life as it bleeds out. Tristant is likewise weary and fatigued. The blood coats everything making its slippery at first and then sticky. He knew this had to end and so he moves to aid the other person as his blows cleave through orcs. A few of them return blows that he is unable to block and where he dosn't have armor the cuts and bruises show. When there are but two orcs left, one for each of them, Anara thrusts one rapier forward while slashing with the other to inflict a cut on her orc's chest. But she was too weak and therefore too slow to block its attack. Its own rough, dirty, thick sword bit deeply into her side, and with a soft exhalation of air, she crumpled to the ground at the same time the orc did, landing on top of the tiny elven ranger. He saw the other person go down out of the corner of his eye and his blade bit deep into his opponent cleaving its skull. He staggers a few steps as his sword slides free and its point drops to the ground. Slowly he pulls out a small health potion and drains it healing the worst of his injuries but doing nothing for the fatigue he felt setting in. He shoves the orc off the other person and is suprised to find that is a Female. He is more suprised when the wind blows away a strand of har to reveal a long pointed ear. He pulls out another potion and puts it to her lips slowly giving it to her drop by drop till it is all gone. He whistled for his horse and it came to him. Carefully he lifts the elf up onto his horse and secures her. Grabbing the reigns he starts wallking only its more of a stagger. He dosn't know how long he walks only that finally he comes to a river that his brain is too tired to even remember the name of. Its just light enough to see and so he builds a fire and sets a light camp. He cleans the rangers lefover wounds the beast he can without disrobing her and then sets to preparing the meal. He puts food in a pot to cook and goes to the river to clean up. He strips out of his armor and wades into the cold water. Anara knew nothing at all for quite some time. Even then, when she began to come to life somewhat, everything was hazy and disjointed. She knew that she was supposed to be dead, but she could tell that somehow she wasn't. The elf felt so weak, and as her eyes tried to focus on something, on anything, she found that everything was far too blurry. Weakly she lifted a hand in front of her face, but even had her eyes been able to focus, her arm was too exhausted to hold still.Laying there silent and still, Anara tried to piece together what had happened, and then she tried to focus on the multiple pains throughout her body. She was able to determine that many had been healed, but that still many remained. And Anara could tell that she'd spilled far too much of her blood. Surely she was very pale now instead of the bronze she more normally was, a combination of her race and the time she spent beneath her friend, the sun.A weak cough announced that she was awake, quickly followed by a quick and sharp intake of breath and then a soft moan from the pain that cough had caused her. She was bruised, battered and broken, but she was strong. Because the stranger had saved her, she would recover. The cough was audible over the sounds of the water. Tristan quickly set his scrubbed armor aside and quickly uses sand to scrub himself before stepping out into the night air and grabbing his drying tunic and pants off a tree branch. He slips into them and picks up his armor and heads back to camp. He sets the armor down and spooning some soup into a bowl he slowly aproaches the elf. "Are you hungry?" He asks. He may be a broken man without faith but he still had his kindness. Realizing she could hear the sounds of water, Anara wondered where she was and who or what was making that splashing noise within it. Before long she heard someone walking towards her, but though she tried to reach for her rapiers, she couldn't find either and soon was too tired to continue looking.The noises came closer, and then Anara heard a voice. She opened her mouth to speak, but a fit of painful coughing came out instead. Soon she was gasping for breath as she felt her heart pound against her chest. She started to feel faint, and bursts of light jumped into her closed eyes. Her hands grasped at nothing as she panicked from fear and pain. Tristan gently helped her sit up ignoring her flailing hands. "Breath deep. Control your breathing. You will be allright." He pulls out another potion and holds it to her lips letting her drink when she could. "This will help you regain your strength." His voice is soft but rough and he keeps his calm. The fire crackles behind him in a cheery fashion. The soft voice and calm instructions helped Anara to regain control of herself. She still coughed between sips of the potion, but soon everything was normal again, and she even felt a little bit better. "I'm...sorry..." she said, but her voice was so weak and cracked that there was no tone to it. She leaned on the stranger's strong arm, unable to focus on his face to tell if it was the same man who had helped her fight earlier. She could only assume that it was. Tristan leans the elf against a tree. "Its okay. Just relax." He picks up the bowl of soup. "Can you try to eat this? It will help you. Its stew." He wraps her hands around the wooden bowl and holds then there. Anara nods and leans back against the tree. She takes the bowl, but can't seem to focus on it. Her arms tremble from the very light weight, but she forces herself to hold it. There's no way she can handle a spoon, and she doesn't see one anyway, even if it's there, so Anara lifts the bowl to her lips to slowly take a sip. Tristan helps her hold the bowl. When she is done he takes the bowl and sets it aside and helps her lay back down. "Just relax and try to get some rest. You will feel better in the morning. If you can't sleep I will talk with you untill you can." He says softly. He stokes the fire and cleans his sword before sliding it back into its sheath and placing it near him. He places the elves knives near her so she knew where they were. Nodding gratefully, upset with herself for being so weak and helpless, Anara let the stranger help her lay down again. The warmth from dinner was slowly spreading throughout her body somewhat, and that helped the girl be more comfortable. There wasn't anything she could do about laying on the hard ground, though. Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, but she had so many aches and pains, so many gashes in her body that had been too much for the potions to heal that there was just nothing to be done.She tried to sleep as the man had told her, but she found it difficult. When she heard her rapiers being moved and placed beside her, she breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way she could have wielded them, but having them near gave her a sense of well-being. After several more minutes had passed, Anara opened her eyes and looked in the general direction where she thought he was. She still couldn't really see him, but she sensed him there. Tristan was sitting against a nearby tree looking at a small magical device that projected a glowing picture of a woman and little girl. A tear falls down his cheek but he dosn't wipe it away. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I failed in my duty to you both." His whisper is just audible to the young elf. Suddely he realizes that she is looking at him and he stops the picture and wipes away the tear. "Do you require anything? A drink of water perhaps?" He asks stuffing the small device back into his pack. Anara couldn't see the tear, but she heard it in his whispered words. She was very perceptive, very sensitive. It broke her heart to hear such pain. He hadn't saved somebody, and he was crying over it. Likely it was family then. How terrible. Anara felt tears well up in her own eyes, empathizing with the stranger. She had lost her family a long time ago, had been the only survivor of raids on her home. Perhaps that was why she defended her own so passionately.He offered her water, and figuring they both needed the distraction, Anara nodded her head slowly, trying to push herself up. She hadn't the strength, however, and so she fell back to the ground once again. Gently he put his arm under her and lifted her up placing the water flask to her lips. When she's done he lays her back on the ground but builds a soft bed out of boughs and covers it with a blanket. He picks her up and transfers her to the new bed. "this should be a bit more confortable for you." He says pulling a light blanket over her. He then goes back to where he was sitting before and pulls out a winejack and starts drinking. Softly whispering her gratitude, Anara laid back on the bed the stranger had made for her. She felt terrible for him, but she was in no condition to ask questions. It didn't long before restorative sleep claimed her. She breathed slowly, soft and even. Anara looked so angelic, so sweet and untouched by all the harshness of life despite what she'd been through. Tristan watched her sleep and watched over camp. He took a potion of fortitude when he felt he was falling asleep. The goblins could still be nearby and he didn't trust himself to fall asleep under these conditions. Every once in a while he added more wood to the fire and wrote in a small journal what he did that day."My travels have carried me long and far in the past five years. Now my journey has come full circle back to the place where I started. Everyone still hates me for the decsion I made that day. They didn't lose thoes they cared about. I helped everyone else but I couldn't help the ones I love. I am a Paladin no more." He sets the quill down and closes the pot of ink as he fold the journal back up and stuffs it back in his pack. The rest of the night he stares into the fire until sunrise. The night passed, but Anara's rest was not peaceful. She was plagued by nightmares that wouldn't leave her alone. But at least she did rest, her body slowly healing what it could.Sleeping very late the next day, Anara finally begins to stir long after she should have. When she opens her eyes she is dismayed to find she still can't really see, but at least her hands don't shake as bad as they did. And she feels a little better, too. Slowly pushing herself up, she tries to hear where the stranger is. Tristan is making a late breakfast and lunch when the elf awakes. He had indeed stayed up all night watching over her. "How do you feel?" He asks spooning breakfast into a bowel for her. He slowly brings the bowl over to her and sits beside her. Upon hearing the sounds of him cooking, Anara slowly turned to face that direction. She gave him a very soft if tight smile and answered, "Better. Thank you." Her voice was still weak and cracked, but there was at least a pleasant timbre to it now. "Where are we? And who are you?" she said softly, her common heavily accented, more noticable the more she spoke. Tristan thinks. "I believe we are on the border of the province. The Elee river. After the battle I put you on my horse wand walked him till I hit the river and made camp." He presses the bowl into her hands and sits back. "Who I am dosen't matter anymore. The issue is can you make it on your own now?" A little taken aback by her rescuer's curtness, Anara didn't press the issue but simply nodded. When she felt the bowl in her hands, she took it and carefully lifted it to her lips. She couldn't see if there was a spoon in it or not, of course. She poured the contents into her mouth, a little at a time, and did her best to not look in the direction of the stranger. It was obvious he couldn't be saddled with her any longer, and she was determined to not make him do so. She didn't know how she'd survive without being able to see, but she would find a way to do it. Tristan sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. My name is Tristan." He says idly flipping a knife into the dirt at his feet. He looks at the elf woman and gently takes the bowl away from her when she's done. "Would you like some more? Theres plenty to go around." In reality there was enough for the both of them but if she wanted more she could have his share. "N...no. You are fine," Anara whispered reassuringly. She didn't want to be a burden on anyone, after all. Leave of all a man who was grieving the loss of his family. Anara couldn't get that out of her mind. "This was fine. Thank you. I'm not hungry anymore. I appreciate your help. But I...I don't have any coin to pay you." Once she no longer held the bowl, she felt around for her rapiers and once they were in her hands, she stood up. And promptly fell to her knees, her legs too weak to carry her. Tristan drops the bowl and gets his arms under hers lowing her back to the bed of boughs. "Your in no condition to move." He quickly checks the wounds she still has to make sure they haven't reopened. "as for payment none is needed. I'll stay with you till you are healed. After that what you do is up to you." He continues checking her over. "Does anything hurt and what other problems are you having?" "I'm fine. I'll be fine," Anara lightly argued once Tristan had helped her lay down again, but she was breathing shallowly and her skin was very pale all over. None of her moderate woulds had reopened because of the fall, but the huge gash in her hip, the one that had felled her the previous day, had. It was bleeding again all over her tattered leather armor. Anara didn't notice and didn't even feel it. The entire area hurt a lot."You don't need to stay with me. You don't have to. I am certain you have other things you need doing, other places you need to be. I'll be fine. I'm not having any problems," she lied, giving herself away by thinking she was looking at him but really she was staring off beyond his shoulder. Tristan looks at the Elfs hip. "Your wound is opened again. I'm going to have to sew it shut." He says pulling out a needle and thread wich he sterilizes with a bit of the heavier stuff he keeps in a small flask. "this is going to hurt I suggest you bite down on this." He offers her the leather wrapped hilt of his dagger before he begins to work. He works quickly and as gently as possible. "I have nothing else to do but wander. I'm not even wanted around here at my village anymore so I'm leaving. Besides I'm betting you can't see right now." Anara was dismayed to hear that her wound was not healing well enough on its own. She fumbled to take the leather-wrapped dagger, unable to see it at all. She couldn't answer as he spoke, but Anara was glad that he talked for it gave her something to focus on. She was a strong girl, but still tears slipped from beneath closed eyelids. It hurt. She was frustrated. She was scared. She was all alone in the world. Tristan removes one hand from his work to put the hilt in the Elfs mouth so she can bite down. A few short minutes later and he is done and takes the dagger and cuts the thread. "There thats all done. Let me see if I have something for your eyes." He says putting the kit away and looking through the meager potions he has. "I have something but it will take a few minutes to mix up." the sounds of clinking can be heard as he gets out a mortar and pedistal and a boiledsalve base to add the ground ingredients to. "This should help after a few hours. He says a few minutes later as he rubs the salve over her eyelids and puts a few drops of something in her eyes. the drops sting just a little but then become cool and refeshing. "So what do I call you miss elf?" Breathing even more shallow when Tristan finishes, Anara leaned fully back and tried to calm down. When he spoke to her, she had a little trouble understanding but finally caught the gist of it. It unnerved the ranger that she couldn't even see whatever it was he'd put in her eyes, but soon the drops at least didn't stink any more. "Anara," she whispered in response to his question, still struggling with feeling weak and helpless, particularly around someone who didn't seem to want her company or to help her even thouh he kept doing just that, helping her. "Thats a nice name. What are you doing in these forests?" Tristan replies. He lifts her hand and lets it drop. Gently he piches her on her arm. "Can you feel that?" "Thank you," the elven girl softly whispers. "I live here and protect them," Anara answered. Her hand drops fast to the ground without any resistance to protect itself as it should, and she doesn't really respond to the pinch as she should. "I...yes, I think so," she told Tristan softly. "Why? Is something wrong?" Just what she needed, something to make her even more helpless. She already couldn't walk or see, what more could go wrong? "Well I think you may still be a bit weak from the bloodloss." Tristan says frowning. He reahes into his bag and pulls out an antidote. He had only five potions left. He'd have to restock later. "Here drink this just incase. You may be poisoned but I can't tell. I used to be able to but not anymore. Its best to play it safe." He unstoppers the antidote and puts it to her lips. "I don't want to take any more of your things," Anara lightly argued, not accepting the potion unless it was forced upon her. "Why can't you tell anymore?" she asked, knowing that if he was some kind of spellcaster with healing abilities that he could have prayed that morning while she slept. She was far too weak to cast any of her own spells, not that she could do it that often anyway. Tristan sighs and stoppers the antidote placing it in her hand. Then he oes and sits down against the same tree where he was at last night. "Its funny but I've lived here as a kid and I didn't know there were elves around. How long have you lived here?" He asks before biting into a piece of jerky. Anara laid the potion down on the ground, far from her so she wouldn't accidentally break it or anything. "As long as I can remember. And there are no elves around here. Other than me," she said, her voice still very soft. It seemed like she was trying to look around, but she couldn't focus on anything still. "I see. That would explain why I never saw you around here before then possibly." He pulls out a small pipe and puts a bit of mellow tobaco in it. 'Wheres your family?" He asks softly lighting the pipe. He takes a breath of the smoke then starts coughing. The pipe was agift from his daughter on his birthday five years ago. He hadn't smoke it since. He didn't know why he did so now. He looks up as a deer walks into the campground and snaps a twig under its hoof. The ranger nodded and then answered aloud, "They are...lost to me." There was anguish in her voice that spoke of great loss, but Anara didn't elaborate. She smelled and heard the deer long before it approached. The girl made a little clicking sound with her tongue on the roof of her mouth to tell it they meant no harm and that it was free to roam to its hearts desire. Then Anara waited. Deer were some of her favorite creatures, and though they were normally quite skittish, many had become her friends and allowed her to pet and cuddle them. Tristan falls silent watching as the deer walks over to the elf and nuzzles her cheek. "It seems we are kindered spirits then. My family is lost as well." Theres a slight sorrowful tone in his voice as he puffs on the pipe. "We will need to move on tomorrow. In your condition I don't want to leave you alone though." "I am sorry, Tristan," Anara softly whispered as she lifted a hand to stroke the deer's muzzle. The elf smiled then. It was so peaceful, and she was full of warmth as she made a new friend. Anara truly did love deer. There was a hint of bittersweet to the smile that stemmed from the conversation. But she was living proof that one could move on after losing loved ones."Move on when you need to. I will be fine here," she went on after a few moments. "I can take care of myself." Obviously she couldn't, but she wasn't used to relying on anyone but herself. "I'll move on when your better ma'am." Tristan replies. A crack of a branch makes both him and the deer look up. Suddenly the deer dashes off. Tristan grabs his sword and stands as he looks out in the distance. The hulking form of a Bugbear is walking through the woods. "ok this is not good. Just stay here and saty quiet." Anara had been about to reply when she heard the snap, felt the deer tense, and sensed and heard more than saw it fun off. She didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be good. The girl reached out for her twin blades, very quietly skimming her fingers over the top of the ground so as not to make any noise. Finally she found them, one at a time, and then rolled over to push up onto her knees. She wasn't about to let Tristan go off and get hurt defending her. She would not be weak and helpless anymore. Or so she thought.The ranger soon realized that something was terribly wrong with her legs. She could move them a little, but she had very little control over them and they couldn't even support her weight in a crawl. She fell to the ground but was so light she barely made much of a noise in doing so. Tristan quickly ambushes the bugbear and takes care of the situation. The fight is loud and he does not escape uninjured. His arm ha s a nasty gash on it and bleeds freely as he comes back. He sees the ranger and gently picks her up in his arms and places her back on the bed. "It was just a bugbear. Nothing seriouse." He sighs looking at her limp legs. "Its got to be a poison in your body. Please drink the potion. I.. I won't force you, I can only ask." The girl gave Tristan a very tight smile of gratitude when he rescued her yet again, though at least this time her predicament wasn't that bad, just helpless on the ground. She hadn't smiled because she was happy, of course, and the lost look on her face explained it pretty well. It was really terrible being so incapable of anything she wanted to do. "I don't think it is poison, Tristan. I don't want to drink the potion. But I will make you a deal, if I get any worse and don't seem to get any better, I will try it. But I owe you. For everything you have done. And I will see my debt repaid no matter what," she said softly, her long speech exhausting her. She leaned back on the makeshift bed and closed her eyes, her rapiers clattering to the ground as her hands fell open. Tristan nods at her words. When the rapiers clatter to the ground his eyebrows shoot up and he moves over to her side to make sure she is ok. "Anara, are you alright?" He asks softly. There is worry in his voice. "Damn I can't help you like this. I'm taking you to someone who can." He stands and starts hacking down young saplings to make a strong liter than can be pulled by his horse. He'd take her to the wizzard Sorade. He would know what to do. Anara didn't answer Tristan, so exhausted and weak she'd fallen into unconsciousness. She was unresponsive to almost anything as well. Only pain seemed to cause her to slightly stir. But not pain to her legs or her hips. That didn't seem to bother her at all. Tristan quickly fashions the Liter and loads the Anara onto it tucking and strapping her in. After a minute he pulls out a pouch and dumps two stones into his hand wich he lashes into the base of the liter. The liter now floats a fot off the ground so it wouldn't jar Anara as Tristan galloped over the land. He quikly cleans up camp and climbs onto his horse heading to the Wizard's keep. It would be two day's journey but it had to be done. For the most part Anara was completely out of it the entire time Tristan got everything together and left their campsite. As they traveled, she sometimes moaned or lifted a hand and weakly fended off something from her subconscious that haunted her, but there seemed to be no change in her condition. Except, of course, that as she began to miss meals and stop drinking, she got weaker in every way. Tristan stops every once in a while to give her water which he drips into her mouth slowly s she dosn't choke. Then he remounts his horse and rides on. After Day one he gives her the antidote potion hoping its not too late. At the end of the second day he arrived at the keep and carried her inside. His wizard friend saw her and she was imediatly taken to a room while Tristan waited. Anara was made comfortable while the wizard examined her. He used both magic and good old-fashioned common sense and knowledge he'd garnered through the years, but he soon realized he could determine nothing without her being conscious. He let Tristan into the room and recounted his suppositions, suggesting that they try a few possible courses of action that might take a day or two. A priest or a paladin, he mentioned softly, would most likely know much more than he. Tristan looks at his old friend. "You know I left that calling a long time ago. I don't have that power anymore. I will ride to find a priest though. There should be one in the nearby town of elindale." He says gathering his suplies. 'Kep her safe until then." The wizard didn't look pleased, but he let his friend go. Somebody somewhere sometime had to get through to Tristan. Then he looked upon the pale elven girl on the bed and then to the door that Tristan had just left. Perhaps...? With renewed purpose he went to his study, gathered some applicable tomes and some food and drink and returned to the girl to properly care for her until Tristan returned with the priest. Hopefully he would discover something of use to help within his extensive library. Tristan rode hard through the night not sleeping or eating. He arrives at the town at dawn and stops at the church. He tries to go in but stops. He hadn't set foot in a church for five years. was he even welcome? It didn't matter someone needed his help. He steels his resolve and steps through the doors. they close behind him with a loud boom as he strides down the main walkway between the pews. "I need a Cleric. Theres a woman that needs help." He says to the suprised man. "Please!" He says. The look in his eyes suprs the men to action and a few minutes later he is riding back to the keep with a Cleric in tow. Thankfully Anara's condition hadn't really worsened. The mage kept giving her water often, but she wasn't getting better, that was certain. Tristan's friend was coming to the conlusion that the girl had probably given up, was probably ready to die. TRistan arrives with the cleric late the next night. He hasn't eaten or drank anything himself for the two whole days he was out and the Wizards servants take him to a room where he does drink but dosne't eat and he falls into a restless slumber. The cleric meanwichel heads to the wizard to find out whats going on. The two great minds work together over Anara's inert body, focusing on determining what is keeping the girl unconscious at first. Playing off each other with ideas, they finally come up with a very rare illness that stems from a poisoning of the blood although it's not really a poison at all, hence why Tristan's potion had not worked. It was a complicated process to clean the blood and would take days, but it was all they had left to go off of.The wizard had his servants clean his alchemy equipment for they had no access to magics powerful enough to heal the illness. Then they set up a lab in Anara's room. Soon her blood was being taken from her arm, put through an elaborate setup and then put back into her body through her other arm. The wizard had heard of this being accomplished only two times before. It had been tried four others that he knew of, but the ill party had died each of those times. Still, it was the best shot to heal Anara.By the time Tristan woke up, Anara's color was a little better perhaps, but the wizard and cleric were only about a third of the way done with trying to clean her blood of the impure illness. Tristan wakes up and heads outside walking out onto the balcony. "Why do you care about this Elf, Why do you stay here Tristan? She's in good hands. Your job is done." He ponders outloud not understanding why he is doing what he's doing. He paces back and forth before sitting ona bench and staring out across the land. He actually says a little prayer, but is not sure if it will help. A servant soon found Tristan and informed him that the wizard and cleric were working feverishly over the elf and were cautiously hopeful. The servant had brought food and drink and mentioned that he would be welcome to visit the girl, assuming that there was something going on between the man and the elf after the way Tristan had rushed her to the wizard in a panic and then had left so quickly thereafter to get a cleric. Tristan ignores the food but he does go visit Anara. Quietly he walks in and tajes her hand sitting by her site. "How is she?" He asks when his friend next comes in. "We are cleaning her blood from an impurity we believe is in it. It will make her weak for quite some time, a tenday, maybe two or more, but we hope this will at least help her to return to consciousness," the wizard replied as he checked Anara's pulse and breathing. "Her color is a little bit better. That's a good sign. Here, give her some water. And talk to her. It will do her good to hear a friendly voice," he went on, showing Tristan where the water was. He hoped that Tristan talking to Anara would actually help both of them. Tristan needed to live again in his heart and soul, and Anara needed a reason to choose life at all. Tristan nods and looks at Anara. He's silent long after his friend leaves the room. "I don't know if you can hear me Anara, but you can't die. I havn't told any outsider this but I've lost too many people already. I've lost friends in many adventures. They died at my side fighting evil and saving people. I was a Paladin. I knew my duty, I knew that my friends knew theirs. I came home from a long adventure laden with gold and gifts for my wife and little girl." Tears start to flow down his face and he wipes them away. "I came home to a quiet house. There had been a plague that hit the town and it had claimed my wife while I was gone. Neigbors told me my daughter was at the church. So I went there still fully in my gear. She was lying in a bed in the church. Her outlook was not well and she was fading fast. I did all I could to heal her. I failed. She died in my arms that night. I buried her with her mother the next day. I gave up my faith that same day as well. It was gone with my family." He pauses taking in a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is I can't keep losing people... so please... don't die." Anara was, of course, silent. She didn't awaken, but after some time had passed the cleric came back in to check on her. He was visibly pleased, explaining that her heartbeat was stronger, her breathing more regular and even. And he expected that she might wake up any time now if the treatment, which was almost finished, was working. He, too, encouraged Tristan to talk to the elf, and then he left. Tristan has said his peace for now and he just quietly sits there holding Anar's hand. Every once in a while he dribbles water into her mouth so she can drink. He makes sure she dosn't choke. More time passes, hours probably, before Anara makes a small whimpering sound. Light pressure is applied to Tristan's hand from hers, and she slowly blinks her eyes open. The elf looks around in confusion, her gaze still a little blurry but much better than it was. She can feel she's on a bed, and it no longer smells like she's outside by the river. If it wasn't for someone holding her hand she would have panicked. Her voice is a mere whisper as she squeezes the hand that holds hers and rather hopefully whispers, "Tristan?" "I'm here miss Anara, just rest. You are in my friend's keep and you are safe." He squeezes her hand as the cleric walks in. "theres a cleric here who's going to look over you to make sure you are okay. He's not going to hurt you." Tristan's voice is soft and he dosn't let go of her hand unless she wants him to. Anara visibly relaxes. The cleric checks her over again and is pleased. He unhooks the machine he and the wizard had made, withdrawing the tubes in each of her arms. He doesn't want to disturb the girl's rest, so he leaves everything there but says he will send in some soup so she can start to recover her strength. After completing the examination, Tristan sees a brief flash of worry in the cleric's eyes, but nothing is said in front of Anara. He leaves the room and sure enough, some watered down soup is soon brought in by a servant. Tristan takes the bowl of soup and helps Anara eat. When she's done he sets the bowl down. "Please escuse me my dear but I must check on something." He stands and walks out of the room looking for the cleric. "Whats her condition? I saw the look in your eyes." He asks softly when he finds the man. Dutifully eating all of the soup even after she's full, Anara was sleepy by the time Tristan finished feeding her. She nodded, but she figured he just wanted to get away from her for awhile rather than the truth of the matter, that he was just checking up on her condition. That stung her a bit, but her body didn't care about her hurt feelings. It demanded rest, and so she fell asleep.The cleric was startled when the former paladin caught up with him. "Well," he began, "I'm not rightly sure. But it seems like there's not really much if any feeling in her legs. When I touch them, even pinch them, there's not a response there. Did she ever try to walk on her own since whatever it was that happened to make her so ill in the first place? And what caused that nasty gash in her hip? I can tell that you did what you could for it, but it is a terrible wound and isn't healing right even with all the remedies and magic that we've tried." *She was fighting Orcs and Goblins when I came to her aid. I'm not quite sure what caused it?" Tristan responds. "What can heal her cleric? Tell me." "That's just it. I do not know. Neither does the mage. There is nobody close that is powerful enough to heal her completely. Perhaps time will do it. I do not know. If the wound heals enough, my only suggestion would be to find someone who can cast a wish spell. But it would cost you dearly. Perhaps your friend has a better idea, but that is all I have," the cleric replied, looking sorry that he couldn't do or offer more to the man who seemed so worried about the elf. He was more convinced that something was going on between the two of them as he didn't realize they'd only just met. "Why don't you just pray to your god for guidance? Maybe he can help. No? I didn't think so. The gods never help thoes when they truely need it." Tristan snarls suddenly slamming his fist into the stone wall so hard theres a small crunch. Its not the wall either. He dosn't seem to care about the pain. He turns and starts walking back to Anara's room. "It is not my god that isn't powerful, it is me. I cannot contain nor channel such power yet," the cleric said softly as Tristan left. He felt very sorry for the lovers, or so he assumed them to be.Anara was sleeping fitfully, alone in the room. The blanket was down around her waist. She was wearing a thin cotton man's shirt as a nightgown, given to her by the wizard who had undressed her and put it on her while Tristan had been off getting a cleric. She was pale again and looked very vulnerable, mumbling something in elven about not wanting to be left alone. Tristan sits down in the chair next to Anara's bed and gently takes her hand. Quietly he sits there next to her side and then softly he starts to sing an old song wich he had used on his daughter when she couldn't sleep. His voice isn't the best but its soothing. Within minutes Anara was calm and quiet though she did grow cold fairly quickly and began to shiver. After an hour or so had passed, the elf woke up and looked around for Tristan right away. He was back and was sitting with her again. That made the girl feel much better. "Why are you still here?" she whispered, asking point blank to figure out why he was there with her when he so obviously didn't want to be, at least to her mind. Tristan has tears flowing from his eyes as he sings his soft song. He dosn't realize Anara has woken up but instead stares down at the floor. He dosn't even hear her question. His hand reaches out as if to somone in front of him. Anara finally saw the tears on Tristan's face and that he was reaching out for something, for someone most likely. He hadn't even heard her. She was now more convinced than ever that he wanted nothing to do with her, but his pain broke her heart. With her free hand she started to push herself up, gently calling his name. "Tristan...Tristan..." she called, her voice going from soft and sweet to filled with pain as she aggravated her injury. But she kept trying to sit, needing to help him. Tristan finally snaps out of what he was in and his face changes to a look of worry. "Anara, you need to lie back and rest." He says gently pushing Anara back down to the bed and covering her up. He tucks her in and sits back down. Laying down as Tristan wanted her to do, Anara waited until he was tucked in before she whispered, "Tell me about them." They had both lost their families, and she could see that he was even more haunted by the loss than she was. Perhaps it was more recent than hers. She found that quite likely. Tristan looks at her. I was out on an adventure protecting the land and its people. When I came back I found my wife dead of an incureable sickness, and my daughter lying ina bid in the church dying of the same. I tried to save her with all the magic and faith I knew." He clenches his fist around the glass cup he is holding till it shatters. Blood now flows as freely as his tears. He stands and walks over to a mirror and stares at it. "I prayed for hours for a miracle but after ten years serving my god faithfully he didn't once answer my prayers." His fist shoots out smashing the mirror. "That night my daughter died in my arms and there was nothing I could do except burry her next to her mother. In a rage I cast down my holy symbol and with it my faith. I declared myself a paldin no longer and cursed my former god for not helping one of his own. Then I left town and didn't come back till just a few days ago." He sinks to the floor next to the bed with his head in his hands. Anara said nothing until Tristan had finished his sad tale. Even then she was silent for a few minutes while the former paladin grieved. Finally, she whispered, "Tristan? Please come here?" TRistan pulls himself to his feet and sits on the bed next to Anara. He dosn't even care about the blood dripping from his hand. He looks at her with red eyes. "What do you wish?" he asks. Anara reached out and took Tristan's bleeding hand in her own. Drawing upon every bit of strength that she had, she softly prayed that his hand would be healed. And it was. It exhausted her again, but she felt it was worth it.She kept his hand in hers and replied, "I wish for you to be healed." But she wasn't finished yet. She hadn't meant his hand. The elf stared him in the eyes as she lifted her other hand and placed it on his chest right over the spot where his broken heart beat a staccato rhythm. "I wish for your broken heart to heal, Tristan. For you to truly live again. To believe in something. Especially yourself. There was nothing that you could do to save them. But know that they will live within you forever." Her voice was sad and full of knowledge about which she spoke. She had been there before. She still sometimes visited that desolate place of heartache and guilt. Tristan looks at her. "I don't understand why you want that for me but I tell you its not possible. This heart of mine will never heal. The wound in it is too big, the cut too deep." He starts to step away from her so he can leave the room so she could sleep and so she wouldn't ask him anymore questions. "Tristan, wait. Stay with me? Please?" Anara asked, keeping his hand in hers. She actually looked afraid of him leaving her, though she didn't say why she felt way. Something in Anara's voice meakes tristan stop. He stands where he is for a moment before sitting back down in the chair next to her bed. "okay I will stay with you as long as you need me." He says softly patting her hand. Anara actually smiled, and though it was small, it was also very sweet. She squeezed his hand, lacing her fingers through his, and whispered, "It will not happen for a very long time, Tristan. Especially not so long as you keep yourself locked up so tight." She squeezed his hand again and fell asleep, totally worn out from casting that one simple spell to heal his hand. Tristan blinks at Anara's words but continues to hold her hand as she sleeps. He thinks about her words for a long tim and finally lays his head on the bed's reed stuffed mattress and falls asleep himself. Much later when Anara woke, she opened her eyes to find Tristan asleep. A bittersweet smile came to her face. They still held hands, but her free hand reached over to gently brush his hair. Perhaps she would be well soon and could find a way to repay him for all that he had done for her. Maybe she could even find a way to help his heart and soul heal. Tristan wakes suddely at her touch. "I... I'm sorry. I must have fallen asleep." he says standing quickly. "Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat." "Not hungry," Anara whispered, giving Tristan a very soft smile. "Please sleep. You need it," she went on, patting the spot beside her where his head had lay. She would have offered to share the bed with him for she was tiny and there was plenty of room, but she didn't think that the former paladin would let her cuddle him and hold him for the comfort he so desperately needed. TRistan slowly shakes hs head but sits down on the bed next to her. "I'm not really tired. I've had plenty of rest. besides I have nightmares when I sleep." He says. Its a lie. The weariness in his voice and the look in his eyes says only sheer willpower is keeping him up. The only part that sounds true is the part about nightmares. As surreptitiously as she could, Anara slowly scooted over a little on the bed as she spoke. "I understand, Tristan. I have nightmares, too," she replied, only she was being honest. "Would you mind, then, to stay with me while I sleep? I don't want anymore bad dreams." The elf hoped that if she slept and the room was quiet, that he'd lay down and fall asleep as well. He looked so tired and worn out. Tristan nods. "Of course I will stay with you Anara. If it will help you rest so that you can heal I am more than happy to. Is there anything else you need?" He asks removing his boots and moving up onto the bed. He leans against the headboard and crosses his arms. "Nothing else," Anara said, lining up the lengths of their bodies as best she could. She didn't sleep for a long time. She couldn't. So she told Tristan a story of how she'd once raised several baby squirrels she'd found. Anara told him of their antics, of what she'd fed them, of how they slept all curled together against her chest until they were grown. And then, just before she told him how she'd tried to let them go off on their own, she fell asleep, her head falling to rest nestled against his side. Tristan listens to her story noding at times. His eyelids droop from time to time but he shakes his head and stays awake. When Anara falls asleep against him he almost moves her away but seeing she's comfortable he stays where he is. Soon he is unable to keep his eyes open and he falls asleep still sitting up. Unable to move much because of her injury, Anara nevertheless wakens much later with her head on Tristan's stomach, one arm twisted strangely beneath her to lay that way, the other reaching across her body to hold his hand closest to her. When she realized he had finally fallen asleep, she smiled and closed her eyes. Her arm was falling asleep, but she didn't mind at all. He was asleep, and she was mostly comfortable, content to listen to his heartbeat and feel his rhythmical breathing while he slept. Tristan wakes a few moments later and instinctivly streatches. Then he stops suddenly realizing Anara is beside him. Now that he has streatched if he puts his arm down it will go around her so he rests it against the headboard instead. The cleric walks in with a bowl of soup and raises an eyegrow. Tristan just shakes his head and motions over to the side table. Anara sensed Tristan was waking up before he moved, but she quickly figured out he must have thought she was still asleep. She didn't correct that. The elf knew how healing touch was, though she hadn't touched anyone in decades. Only animals. But even that was healing, and she thought that one of the things Tristan needed most was the comfort of another's touch. Him just knowing she was there beside him. It wouldn't help him anytime soon, of course. But perhaps one day it would start to help. The cleric came in, and still Anara pretended to be asleep for now. The Cleric looked worried. "Cleric, what is the problem?" Tristan asks. "The Village was attacked last night. They say it was a Vampire. It took two of the young men from the village whatever it was." The Cleric replies in a whisper. Tristan frowns and slowly gets up, shifting a few pillows to support Anara. "I'll go with you if that is what you wish thoug I don't know how much help I will be." He says softly. Anara opened her eyes at that. "I will help," she said suddenly, her voice still thick and weak. She was in no condition for any such thing, of course, but she was determined to do it regardless. The young elf tried to push herself up, grunting softly with the effort. She managed to sit, but she looked like it pained her greatly to do so. Tristan pushes her back to the bed. "No my dear. You are in no condition right now to do anything but sleep. You still need another day of rest. I am just going to the village to figure stuff out and get supplies ready." "But I can help," the girl said firmly, apparently forgetting she still couldn't walk and that the gash in her hip wasn't healing. She had heard 'vampire' and all else was forgotten in her haste to protect as many people as she could. TRistan looks at her then back to the Cleric. "Is she safe to move? I don't think she will take no for an answer." He says sighing clearly worried about her condition. Vigorously shaking his head no, the cleric went to Anara and placed a hand on her shoulder to restrain her should she try to rise again. In a worried voice he explained to both of them that she'd lost a lot of blood her body hadn't yet had time to regenerate and that her grievous would could easily reopen and bleed even more. There was no way that she could go. To prove his point, he even pushed down hard on Anara's leg while she was looking at Tristan. She didn't even notice but the cleric looked meaningfully at the former paladin. They couldn't allow the girl to go no matter how upset she was. Tristan nods. "Its final then. Your staying here Anara. I'll tie you down if I have to." He says softly. Anara didn't know what to say. Her eyes flooded with hurt and disappointment before she closed them and turned her head away from Tristan to face the wall on the other side of her bed. It wasn't really him, of course, but that she was so helpless. But she certainly looked crushed, like he'd dealt her some horrible blow. Tristan laid a hand on her shoulder softly for a moment then walked out of the room. He starpped on his worn beaten armor and headed to town with the cleric. They ride hard and fast makeing the town in two days. "What happened here? Tristan asks" Left with the wizard to care for her, Anara alternated between sleeping and laying quietly, not answering any questions, not speaking at all. She was so angry with herself for ending up this way. And though she wouldn't admit it, she was extremely frightened that she'd never walk again.Meanwhile, the cleric and former paladin made it into town where they were more clearly informed of the attack as it had happened, who had been taken, and where they guessed the vampire's lair must be. They couldn't offer much more help than that, just a few healing potions to accompany the cleric's healing for they assumed the two men would go after the vampire, of course. From the way it sounded it was just a vampire spawn. They were dangerouse but not too bright. Usually they had to be given orders by a master. This did not bode well. Still Tristan and the cleric ride out to chase after the creature. The whole time TRistan's concentration wasn't fully on the mission. It was on Anara and so when they finally found the creature he wasn't at his best. The creature made him pay for his distraction. The vilagers where nowhere to be found but they killed the creature. Tristan was badly injured. The Cleric managed to heal most of it but what wasn't heal would leave him in bed for a week. They got back to the Keep three more days later with Tristan in a fevorish delirum due to infection that he once would have been completly immune to. The cleric and the wizard didn't need to talk about it for more than about half a minute before deciding to put their two patients in the same room together. They had to move Anara, though, to a bigger room with a slightly bigger bed in it. It was an official guest room, but the two men who still thought there was something going on between Tristan and Anara thought the 'couple' would heal better if they were together where they could encourage and draw strength from each other.Anara was miserable. Not that she was now laying next to Tristan constantly but that since they'd brought him back he had been so sick and there was nothing she could do to help him. She hated herself that she hadn't been able to go and help protect him.The elf made the cleric and wizard let her take care of some of Tristan's needs. They even made a special tray to go over her so that she could have a bowl and a cup of cool water and a rag. She trickled water down his throat often, and she nearly constantly sponged his sweaty face, shoulders, and chest to keep his fever down. Only when she was so exhausted that her body forced her to sleep did she not care for him. Tristan's fevor breaks after three days but in that time it shows how much he still care for people. The cleric comes in from time to time to check on both Tristan and Anara. It turns out the man knows Tristan very well. he reveals it on the second day."It was a tragedy what happened to him and his family, and an even greater tradgey when he walked away from our god. In an instant I saw him go from the greatest hero the order had ever seen to a broken man wanting nothing more than to die. I watched him turn into a mercenary and not care about anyone. You must be special for him to worry about you so much. Maybe you can heal his heart, When that happens maybe he will come back to the god that never left him." Anara wasn't surprised at what the cleric revealed to her. She'd known from the very first that there was something special about him or else he never would have taken care of her even though he clearly hadn't wanted to in some ways.As she trickled water down Tristan's throat and then gently ran her finger over his adam's apple to encourage him to swallow, the elf replied in her heavily-accented common, "I am sorry to hear of his loss, but I am not the one to heal his heart. He doesn't even like me, and a great hero like him would never wish to live in my forest with me."But though her words said one thing, her expression when looking at the man laying beside her was very tender even though he was getting better while she was getting worse. Her wound was infected, it wouldn't heal, and in the past three days, she'd lost all feelings in her legs. Anara thought that she was dying, and even if a miracle happened she still fully expected to be a cripple for whatever time she had left. Tristan wakes finding himself next to Anara. He coughs and slowly sitts up. The first thing he sees is her leg and the large gash on it. He frowns. It was worse. This wasn't good at all. Anara noticed Tristan waking before the cleric did. She didn't sit up, but she was ready with the glass of water, holding it out to him for she was certain he would be very thirsty though she'd kept him as hydrated as she could. Slowly Tristan takes the glass of water. "Thank you. I am sorry I am such a burden on you my dear." He downs the glass of water and starts coughing again as some of it goes down the wrong pipe. "Well I must be up and about. you need your rest and I shouldn't keep you from it." He tries to get off the bed and to his armor. The cleric warned her he would try this and to yell for him if she needed. "No, Tristan! Stay! Please!" the elf asked, her voice growing panicked and frightened as he tried to leave the bed. She said the only thing she could think of so it didn't really come out completely correct. Or did it? "I need you to stay in bed with me!" she begged him, her eyes wide and frightened as she reached out to pull him back fully into the bed. Tristan blinks at her. "Why do you want me to saty? Why do you want me near you?" He asks softly. He was weary and so he sat back down on the bed. He felt her grip on his arms. She was scared. It had been so long since he had cared for anyone that he was only starting to understand feelings again. "I...you...I..." Anara began, realizing she didn't rightfully know. Certainly she knew that he had no business being up and about yet, but something told her that wasn't all of it. And Anara never lied. Her confused eyes blinked slowly, several times, as she gazed at Tristan, her hands still trying to pull him closer despite the pain it caused her to move that way."I'm...not...sure, Tristan..." the elf finally whispered, not willing to tell Tristan just half the truth for that was as good as an untruth in her mind. "Just...please? Stay? Rest and heal? I know I will feel better if you do," she finished, finally falling back against the bed though one hand still clung to his strong arm. Tristan smiles softly and lays back down and covers her up. "I will stay then but only if you promise to tell me later why you want me here once you figure it out." "I promise, Tristan," Anara whispered, actually cuddling up a little to the former paladin when he laid back down beside her. She felt better. Less worried. Content. A whisper of a smile decorated her pretty, delicate features as her hand slid down his arm to his hand. Her fingers laced themselves between his as she fell asleep, looking more peaceful than she had since Tristan had met her. Tristan smiles down at her. He certainly felt a little more at peace beside her for some reason. Slowly he closes his eyes and falls back to sleep... that is until the cleric comes rushing in hours later. He shakes Tristan awake. "We may have a way to heal her." He whispers motioning tristan to follow him. Anara whimpered when Tristan left her side, but she didn't wake up. Her hand, though, reached out to the spot where he had been laying beside her, relishing the warmth his body had left behind while the cleric and former paladin tried to save her. Tristan is quickly informed of the Soceress that could heal Anara. There was just one problem. She was know for asking a high price in return for her help. "I'll pay any price. I'm not losing someone else." Tristan replies. He was still fairly weak but he mounted up and rode off with the clearic to the soceress's caravan anyways. The caravan traveling through the area was only half a day's ride from the wizard's home, but Anara was miserable when she woke up and found that Tristan had gone, especially as he was off to find help for her when she thought he should rest. She was getting worse, however. Tristan steps into the sorceres's tent and waits to be aknowledged. Even a half day's ride was treing for him but he still forced himself to stay on his feat. The regal sorceress was busy with a servant, giving him a rather long list of instructions. Tristan had to wait quite some time before she turned to the man and lifted a hand with long fingers and long, darkly painted fingernails. She waved him forward without a welcoming smile. Tristan moves forward and goes down on one knee. "Great soceress, I come to you asking for help. A friend I care for is verys sick and not getting better. The cleric with me and a wizard both ahve helped her as much as they can but to no avail. Will you help us?" Even down on one knee he looks like he could collapse at any moment. The woman, decades older than Tristan, sat silently in her chair for several minutes, fingers lightly drumming on her leg. "Tell me about this girl," she ordered, wondering why this friend of his meant so much to him that he would come to her, a very rich, powerful, and unforgiving woman. Especially when he was so obviously ill or injured. Tristan blinks. "She's an Elf who was injured defending an area of the forest where my wife and daughters graves are. She was injured by an ork weapon in the fight and the wound became infected. She can't feel her legs and she's slowly getting wearker by the day. Please can you help her?... I will do anything you ask within reason." His voice is soft and actually pleading. He keeps his eyes cast downward. The sorceress again didn't answer for a few minutes. She crossed her legs as she thought and then asked, "What does she mean to you, this elf?" Her curiosity was quickly increasing. Tristan raises his head and looks at her for a moment. "I.. I truely don't know. I just know I want to help her. Will you do it?" "Fair enough," the sorceress answered, still drumming her fingers. "I think you are going to an awful lot of trouble for this girl. She must be a very close friend indeed yet you do not know what she means to you. Therefore I must assume that she is either a wonderful person or very sweet or extremely beautiful. Being elven, I would bet it has a lot to do with her looks. Very well, I shall heal her, but she will serve me for a year to pay off the debt." Tristan stands and his eyes narrow. "No... I came here asking the favor on her behalf. It is I who will serve you. I said I would pay in whatever reasonable way is possible. I cannot speak for her on payment. As for why I care for her I don't judge others on their looks but by their deeds. She kas been kind and caring to me. The least I can do is try and do the same for her. Now name another price." The woman's eyes snapped in anger. "It is not you I want, it is her. A beautiful elf. Young most likely. She shall serve me, and I assure you, I will be certain she enjoys every minute of her time," she said, glaring at Tristan. The thought of a pretty young elf between her legs made her shiver all over. Tristan's eyes glow just as angrily. "The word is No. Eithe name another price or I have wasted my time coming to you." Power seemed to cackle around the sorceress as she sat up straighter in her chair. "You do not tell me no. It is up to her to decide, is it not? Your little elven lass can be healed, and I can do it. But I want her as payment. Hmmmm...I will tell you what, as she means nothing to you, surely you can spare her for a half year. Yes, that will suffice. Go to her and tell her that for a half year of service, I shall heal her and make her even better than ever," the woman replied, her need for an elven lover overriding her temper. Tristan dosn't say anything as he turns and walks out. He stops at the door. "She means something to me. I just don't know what that something is yet. I will tell her. It is her decision after all. She may say no though just be aware of that." He dosen't even wait to hear her response as he steps back out to the Cleric. "Lets go. I've spent enough time around this woman." He spits on the ground not realizing he was doing so because he could taste the evil and selfishness of the soceress. So the girl did mean something to the man. That gave the sorceress pause. It was true she was a very bad woman, but a long time ago something had set her upon that path. She simply hadn't had the strength to leave it. She whispered something to a servant who dashed out after Tristan. "She wishes to see you again. Mistress has an offer she says you will find acceptable," the young girl said, looking up at Tristan with pleading eyes. Tristan stops looking into the young girls eyes. A few months ago he would have kept walking but his short time with Anara has reawakened his compassion. He nods. Slowly he walks back inside and waits staying silent. The sorceress silently studies Tristan for a few minutes before saying, "Very well. I shall heal her and let her walk again, but the two of you must retrieve an item of great importance to me. I feel you two are just the pair to do it. You see...many years ago I was a young woman in love with a handsome young man. He went off to earn enough money to buy a small farm so that we could marry and live together forever, but on one of his adventures, he was lots to me. Around his neck on a silver chain was the ring he was going to give to me on the day of our marriage. I long for that ring to be around my neck as a reminder of him. I shall give you the details after your girl is healed. Bring her to me if you agree to the task I set before you."The woman stopped speaking, and if Tristan looked closely enough, he could see that tears were in her eyes. The story was the truth. Tristan stands there for a moment. "Now that I can agree to." Slowly he bows and turns around to leave. He walks out to the cleric. "Lets go. She made me a deal I can't refuse." The cleric nods, and the two men get back on their horses to return to Anara who, by now, is much worse off. Even just in that one day her would has become extremely dangerous to her life. The wizard has done all he could, but he is at a loss to help her further. He did give her something to control the considerable pain she was in, and by the time Tristan was at her side again, she was floating in and out of consciousness. There was no guarantee she would even survive a trip to the sorceress but there was no time to make other arrangements. "Antonius, I need a warp spell to the Soceress's location. I don't think Anara will survive the trip." Tristan says carrying her to the wizard. Tristan is clad in his armor again and has restocked all his healing potions. The wizard wasn't positive of the exact location, but he used everything Tristan and the cleric could tell him to weave his spell together, sending both the man and the elf far from his home, just about a half hour from the sorceress's camp. Anara was getting hot and feverish, her eyes glassy as she lay far too silently in Tristan's arms. Tristan has the cleric lash Anara to his back securely and runs the rest of the way as fast as his legs can carry him. He can feel Anara's body burning against his back as the feaver takes hold. He rishes into the tent. "Soceress, I have brought her!" The man burst into quite the erotic scene. Apparently Tristan made the right choice in not giving Anara over to the sorceress without her say so for the woman seemed to have some dangerous proclivities. She was whipping one of her slaves soundly, a young girl, leaving bloody marks all over the small body before her. The sorceress was an angry woman, still hurt and terribly upset over the loss of her love so many years ago. And she obviously took it out on whomever she could. But while she was whipping one slave, another was on her knees before the naked woman, frantically licking between the sorceress's legs.It was a good thing Anara couldn't see any of that in her condition. But a clap of the woman's hands had everyone but Tristan and the girl on his back quickly leaving though she didn't look too happy at being interrupted.Standing, the woman didn't bother to cover herself up as she walked over to Tristan and helped him untie Anara from his back. "Lay her down there," she said, pointing to a rather lavish looking bed in the corner of the rectangular tent. Then she went to go prepare everything she would need. Tristan glares at the sorceress for a moment before doing as he's asked. "I still hold to my word that I will find your ring for you. Tell me though was that what you planned on doing with my friend here?" He asks. As he sets Anara down An old dull cracked holy symbol falls from his tunic to hand on its leather thong. He looks at the soceress and quickly puts it back under his tunic. Just before the woman answered Tristan, she saw and easily recognized the medallion carried by him. She started to laugh. "Why, you could heal her yourself, couldn't you? Unless...yes...I see. You gave up your way of life, didn't you? You lost your faith. I doubt you've even tried to heal her with your god's power. Probably don't even believe in the gods anymore. Well, I can tell you right now that you won't like what I'm going to say next. The gods are real, boy. More powerful than you could ever imagine, and it is because of them that I will heal your girl now.I will weave a spell, drawing upon the forces of and beyond this world, and it will restore to her the pristine body she had before this fight you spoke of. She will walk again, as well if not better than before. If not for the gods, none of that would be possible."She went silent then, ignoring Tristan for awhile as she set out some herbs and vials of strange-colored liquids and powders. She stoked the fire and hung a small cauldron over the spit, pouring water in it to begin. Tristan just sits down and downs a potion. "I don't care about the gods anymore. They certainly didn't care about my wife and child after all the time I served them fighting the forces of evil. At leats mine didn't. He let them die and left me to live." "Perhaps your god saved them by gathering to his side instead of leaving them to suffer from horrible illness and pain here with the rest of us," the sorceress muttered. She actually knew just how he felt, and she'd heard it all before and then some. The woman had finally come to see that sometimes things happened that didn't make sense, sometimes these things were tragic, too. But somehow everything ended up okay.In a rare fit of kindness, as she poured a few drops of something red from a vial into the now gently boiling water, she looked over at the beautiful young elf laying lifeless on her bed and then back to the man who was doing so much to save her. Yes. Perhaps that was it, she thought. His wife and child were suffering terribly, and this girl was all alone, needing someone to love and care for her. She was beautiful and good from what Tristan had said, just the kind of person to help the man heal from his wounds. She could see the plan behind this, the way lives were interwoven like intricate tapestries.But where did that leave her? She'd lost her love, but how did she benefit? It hit her then that by losing her love as she had, here she was, saving a life and possibly helping to heal a heart and soul as well. The evil woman felt something strange, some pang in her black heart. She shook her head and went back to work, muttering softly to herself in some ancient language Tristan couldn't understand. Tristan stands and walks out of the tent to a small bluff nearby and sits down staring out over the land beyond. Absentmandedly he pulls out that pipe and starts packing his herbal tobacco into it and lights it taking a puff and letting it trail off into the wind. His feelings are mixed up. Theres something in his heart he can't explain and he's not sure he even wants to try. Hours passed while the sorceress brewed her potion to heal the infected wound and prepared to cast the spell that would restore the function of Anara's legs. The elf began to stir every so often, whimpering or moaning here and there. But the woman couldn't leave to go get Tristan, and her servants knew better than to interrupt her while she was working on something so important, so the girl suffered alone. Finally the potion was ready, and the sorceress propped the elf up and slowly began to force the girl to drink it. Tristan comes back just as the soceress is finishing. There's a heavyness in his step that matches the heaviness in his heart. Its clear that he has been worring alot wherever he went and he smells like a light smoke. Silently he waits by Anara's side waiting for her to wakeup. He will assits if needed. Once the entire potion had been given to the elf, the sorceress told Tristan to look at the wound and make certain it healed completely while she finished preparing to cast her spell. She went to the other side of the tent to get the components she would need, leaving Tristan and Anara alone as the girl began to stir on the bed. Tristan gently touches Anara's shoulder. "Its ok Anara. I'm here. I need to check your wound. I'll try to be as gentle as possible." He says soothingly. He peels away the bandages and clears away the poutices that Antionio had been using and cleans the wound with a soft cloth. He knows it probably hurts like hell, but then again it may not. Anara calmed a little when she heard Tristan's voice. It soothed her, especially knowing that he was there. She awoke, blinking up at him as she cleansed the wound for what would hopefully be the last time. She winced every time the cloth touched it, looking at Tristan instead of what he was doing. Thankfully Tristan could see that the infection was retreating. The potion was working, albeit slowly. Tristan looks at the sorceress. "Its healing. What else do you need me to do?" He says just loud enough to be heard. He leaves Anara's wound open to dry and holds her hand. The woman just shook her head and dismissed him with a small wave of her hand. She was busy and couldn't be bothered. But Anara looked a little sweaty and uncomfortable, Tristan could always try to make her more comfortable.The small elf gently squeezed Tristan's hand, some strength returning to her grip. Her coloring was slowly returning to her as well. Tristan smiles at her. "Its ok Anara. She's helping to heal you. She's... well I won't exactly say she's completly good but she's helping in exchange for a favor." Anara nodded, squeezing Tristan's hand again. As the minutes passed, the sparkle began to return to her eyes, and her wound was visibly healing right in front of the former paladin It seemed to hurt her, though, for she was nearly constantly squirming and wincing as her body healed itself thanks to the potion. Tristan gently huns his fingers through Anara's hair hoping to calm her. "I know it hurts. Its almost over." He looks at the sorceress with a raised eyebrow. The older woman doesn't seem to notice Tristan's pointed gaze as she finishes gathering everything she needs for her spell. The young elf did, but she didn't understand it. What mattered to her was that Tristan was there. She didn't know why it mattered, but it did. It kept her calm and made her feel better.Just a few minutes later, the sorceress joined the other two at the bed. She stood on the opposite side of Tristan and told the elf and the human that they needed to be completely still and silent and mentioned to Tristan that should anybody come into the tent, that he should see to it she was not interrupted. The sorceress instructed Tristan to continue to touch and softly talk to Anara for the spell would work very slowly and would hurt very bad.Then she began the intricate casting of a very powerful spell. It was a full hour before anything began to happen. The sorceress was still casting, still gesturing and doing different things with different components, so Anara bit her lip instead of crying out with the pain she felt starting in her hips and achingly slowly spreading downward. Tristan gently but firmly holds Anara down where she lays preventing her from struggling. His eyes show only concern for her well being. If he could he would switch places with her in an instant. Hours passed. Long, quiet hours. And finally the sorceress was finished. The spell continued to work as the woman stepped back and sank into her chair. She was silent, carefully watching the 'couple' before her.Anara, meanwhile, cried quietly. Her tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, pooling in her long, pretty hair. She focused completely on Tristan, keeping him alone in her sight as she struggled with the pain.Everything was finally over much, much later. And Anara fell into a very deep sleep, her hand finding his and clinging to it tightly. She looked so sweet and innocent, like she needed to be protected and cherished. Anara would never have thought so herself, but perhaps she did. It would take a very special man to ever capture her attention, however, and convince her to leave her life behind. Tristan holds her hand while she sleeps but he looks at the sorceress. "Thank you for what you have done. I will keep my end of the agreement. I will need a map to the area you spoke of and if possible a map of the surroundings there but I will find that ring for you." Anara slept peacefully, her fingers linked with Tristan's comfortably, while the exhausted sorceress nodded to the former paladin. "I have numerous maps, but I cannot be certain of their accuracy. I have been planning this venture for a long time, but I have never been able to bring myself to do it. Going to that place...well... It is best if I never go there. See to it that you two bring me that ring. I will stay here for three tendays to wait for your return. After that you will simply have to follow my trail for I have a meeting I must attend far west of here." TRistan nods in reply. "We will find you once we have the ring." He looks down at Anara. then back at the sorceress. "I haven't cared for anyone for a long time not since my wife and little girl were taken from me. I cast down my sword the night my daighter died and walked away from my faith never to look back. Life since then has seen me do terrible things without a care. Anara here touched me somehow and I don't know why but she restored the goodness that was gone from my soul. She can't restore my paladinhood though. Nothing can bring that back." For a very long time the sorceress just stared at Tristan. Her gaze briefly fell to the pretty young elf who was so sweetly clinging to his hand while she slept, and a bittersweet smile came to her face. "She is quite beautiful. And I can see she is full of innocent goodness. You are right to care for her. But you are also wrong. She cannot bring back your faith and redeem you. But you can. Faith is a choice. Believing in something, doing what you know is right, following paths barely trod are all choices that only you can make.One day, when you are ready, you will look to her and see that what I say is true. I have a very strong feeling that your elf will be your guide. You will be doing good things without even knowing it, most likely. Your faith will be right there even if you try to deny it. And it will be up to you to act on it or not." The woman fell silent and closed her eyes, needing to rest nearly as badly as Anara did. Tristan stays silent contemplating the sorceress's words. Even he had to admit they had a ring of truth to them. He pulls out the cross that for so many years he had kept hidden under his shirt and just looks at it. Slowly he takes it off and puts it around Anar's neck before falling asleep at her side. Anara had never worn any jewelry or adornment of any kind, so when Tristan placed his cross around her neck, she noticed something was different even in her sleep. Her one hand stayed in his, but the other ended up seeking out the difference. It ended up wrapped around the cross, holding it against her chest between the valley of her breasts, rising and falling with her gentle breaths.The sorceress heard Tristan fall asleep. When he did, she took her chance and climbed onto the large bed beside Anara. She wanted to, for the elf was beautiful and young, but she needed the elf and the man to find the ring for her. Instead she went to sleep as well. Tristan awke a few hours later and frows upon seeing the sorceress but it was her bed. He didn't think she'd pull anything with him there. As he had slep Anara had let go of his hand and so he moves over to the small fire and pulls a small metal pot from his pac and puts it on for some tea.

A Rebirth of Faith (Paladin and Lavender)

Portals and Magic and Synthoids, Oh My! (Vergil1989 & Sturmovik)

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(~o-bergs/FR-big-map.jpg)World's Name; TorilContinent; FaerunCurrent Location; Heading northwest towards the Troll Hills.The strangely dressed woman was fast, fit, and strong to boot. The half Drow ranger however, was better as she kept pace with the inhuman woman, her speed and grace perfect despite it being the middle of the day. The sun was a weakness for her since her brown eyes were light sensitive due to her dark elf blood, but that wasn't important as she ran fast enough for her silver waist long hair flew behind her, her feet instinctively finding the perfect spots on the ground to maximize her speed. The area they were passing through was beautiful, pure and clean air, some clouds overhead, and the ground itself was relatively smooth with small hills dotted throughout the land they were passing through which was rich in life of all sorts. None of that mattered however as she started to close the distance to the woman ahead of her, although considering her inhuman feats of strength and speed earlier, that was a small miracle in itself in the ranger's opinion, her ageless face contorted in a grimace of concentration as she continued to run for all she was worth. She wasn't wasting her breath to tell the criminal that had broken into a house in Baldur's Gate, ransacked the place, and had stolen a magical item of no small power just as she had been passing by on business of her own. She didn't need the shouting to tell her that the woman she was pursuing now was a thief as they started to close in on a forest up ahead, or rather a small copse of trees from what her sharp elven eyes, dark elf or otherwise, could tell from this distance as she continued to slowly close the gap between them. The woman turned away from the trees however, and continued west, which puzzled the ranger since the sea was that way.The answer became clear however when she saw a strange metal arch in the distance she could have sworn hadn't been there a month ago since she'd come down the beach towards Baldur's Gate around that time. The closer they got, the more the puzzle started to become clear since she could see signs of recent digging, excavation. The ground was dug up, recently no less, but the backdrop was a thing of beauty despite the circumstances that had brought them out this way as they made their way to the shore. "Hold it there!" She shouted, her voice melodic, clear, but full of authority as her dexterous, ebony colored hands flew to the swords on her hips which seemed to pop from their matching sheaths as if by magic from how fast she moved. Even the woman before her would have had trouble following the movement if she'd bothered watching, but a strange purple vortex appeared in the gateway. "Oh no you don't." She muttered to herself as she figured out what the strange girl had in mind, getting within range to tackle the strange woman to the ground by shoulder rushing her to the ground, but she didn't have time to strike again as the inhuman woman rolled to her feet, obviously trained to some degree as she prepared to fight, taking a warrior's stance before the dark elf half breed. Standing on either side of the portal and a few dozen feet in front of it, the ranger narrowed her eyes as she prepared for the first strike that would surely fall, but instead she was fooled as the woman bolted, making for the portal she had opened up. The dark elf/light elf warrior barely made it to the gateway as it closed as soon as the inhuman woman jumped through, with one pissed off ranger tagging along for the wildest ride of her life. Current Location: UnknownThe ranger has taken magical portals before, but this one was different from all the rest. For a few brief moments she felt dizzy and insubstantial, her vision a blur or purple and white, but then as suddenly as the effect had engulfed her it was gone. The Drow's strong senses came flooding back, but what greeted her was not pleasant. The air was stale and corrupted with a confused mix of foul scents, the lighting was dim, the floor hard and cold. She wasn't sure if it was the portal or the strange room she found herself in, but the Drow stumbled to her knees as her mind struggled to make sense of her situation. However she was soon roused from her confusion by the sound of footsteps echoing on the hared smooth floor.The strange girl had stopped her flight and now turned to face the ranger. The hooded cloak that had previously concealed her identity dropped to the ground revealing what appeared to be a young human woman with the general appearance ( of a wealthy brat who snuck out of the house to cause some mischief. The girl was clad in some sort of strange shiny leather material that hugged every curve of her legs in black ad covered most of her lower chest in a tight red corset. Despite their marathon running session the girl only appeared to be slightly out of breath and didn't have a drop of sweat on her. Slowly circling around the ranger...the artifact clutched protectively in her hands the girl appeared to be sizing up the drow, full of confidence as if the tables had turned and all the advantages now laid with her."I'm impressed. Didn't think there would be anyone around who could give me any trouble, but you certainty did give me a run for my money. I guess it I were to be sporting about it I should offer you free passage back through the portal. You only have a few seconds to decide, but I would think carefully about perusing your lost bauble any further."The Drow began to take further stock of her situation. Looking around she found herself in some sort of great hall. but instead of blocks the walls and floors appears to be cast from a single homogeneous stone. From the light of the portal she could see several large steel doors blocking any means of exit, boxes and other large items were scattered about the floor and the entire place showed clear signs of disuse and decay. The portal began to flicker, growing dimmer, making it clear that she would need to choose further confrontation and an easy escape. (Facial image.)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide( image.)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide( Location; UnknownDespite her earlier confusion and disorientation, Giselle Do'Urden as she was known back home stood on her legs soon after she was able to recover. The air stank sure, but she was used to such smells, having come from a dwarven mine complex when she was far younger, and so smoke and other foul smelling things hadn't been uncommon back then. Still, this was considerably worse as she stared down her opponent, her mind split on whether or not she could get back to the portal on time anyway before it closed. On the other hand, her adventurous spirit was too hyped up at the prospects laid out before her of investigating a new land. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't plan to go anywhere just yet. You opened it once, you can open it again, preferably after I beat you into submission." Giselle replied, a grin on her face despite the grim circumstances that tied them together at the moment. Fighting was her favorite pastime when there was a good reason to do so of course. This was a pretty good reason though considering the mess this strange woman had left behind. Giselle herself was standing in brown leather hiking boots, black animal hide pants, black mithril chainmail armor that bore a foaming mug standard emblazoned on her chest, and a black traveling cloak that had also been flying behind her as they had ran across the country side not moments ago. Her brown eyes were full of an intense fire that had a tendency to unnerve even the strongest of willful men she had faced off against. Despite the sweat on her brow, Giselle was still ready for the fight that was about to start as she picked up her fallen swords and gave them an experimental skilled spin in her hands, air whistling around the powerful weapons.They were enchanted scimitar blades, slender yet almost as long as her arms, and each was dinstinctly different from the other one. Her right hand blade had the image of a panther's maw opening up to serve as the pommel, the blade coming out of the animal's open mouth. The left hand blade on the other hand was far simpler, but it had a sapphire worked into the hilt, and it glowed a faint blue, the color of starlight, although the light it was giving off was not needed since Giselle knew she was in danger already. What her opponent didn't know was that Twinkle was sharper than it appeared, and Icingdeath, the panther maw blade that was as beautiful as it was deadly, was able to absorb fire of any form, magical or otherwise. "So, I am curious...." Giselle charged in fast then, her right hand blade going high as she spun to the right, her left hand blade going low. Whether she was dodged or blocked, the half Drow would spin the other way, fast as a snake and agile as a dancer, her footing perfect, her muscles coordinated to make her movements as deadly as she could make her attacks as possible. The woman before her was just as agile, if not more so as she ducked then flipped back with a grace and speed that put Giselle's own to shame, to a small degree. "What do you need that artifact for? Why put innocent people...." The next attacks that followed were a series of short but fast thrusts straight before she changed up her tactic without warning, her next several attacks precise slashes that came from several different angles, not a move was a wasted effort as Giselle pressed forward, yet the woman before her was always slightly faster. She never saw the boot coming for her face however as she spun fast, her right foot sweeping across the girl's face. "at risk for such a small bauble, as you yourself said it was?! Who or what are you?!" The girl staggered back sting by the hard sole of the Drow's boot across her face. A rage borne of extreme irritation welled up inside her as she watched the portal flicker closed plunging the room into near darkness with the only light coming from a few glowpads on the emergency circuit. It was at this change in illumination that the girl lashed out, grabbing for the draw, attempting to make contact. Giselle however was used to dark environments and made short work of the strange human's clumsy attacks. Her blade whistled through the air and finally landed smartly against the human's exposed arm. Unfortunately she was not anticipating the effect as a bright blue burst of light exploded from the point of contact sending ripples along what appear to be some skintight invisible barrier surrounding the girl's skin. Quick as a wink the human struck back, grabbing Giselle's wrist and delivering a shocking grasp that blew the draw backwards into a stack of crates. Before she could respond the human had launched herself through the air, delivering a followup kick to Giselle's mid-section propelling with significant force into one of the hard featureless "stone" walls.The strange human calmly approached Giselle, who looked barely able to remain standing. "Itoldyou to go home. You haven't even begun to see what I am capable of. I sincerely didn't want to show you...because it would be the last thing you ever see." The bright flash of light as her blade struck the invisible forcefield was enough to disorient the half Drow just long enough to have her hand grabbed before being blown back hard. The stacks of crates broke her fall, as well as crack a few ribs in the process, but the damage could have been far worse if not for the armor she was wearing, but the kick to her midsection drove the wind out of her lungs as she also lost Icingdeath, being forced into the back wall hard. Her vision blurred as pain echoed through her body, but Giselle had had far worse than this. Even so, the speed and strength that had just been put upon her body was amazing, and Giselle wasn't sure she could take another attack like that. Unfortunately for the strong woman before her, the half Drow wasn't out of tricks yet as she muttered a quick spell and pointed her empty hand towards the bitch before her. Lightning exploded from the ranger's fingers, striking the woman right in the chest before she could move. Giselle didn't allow her a chance to recover as she jumped to her feet despite the pain she was still feeling, rolled, reaching for her fallen blade, before finding her feet again, her newly reclaimed blade flashing upward, right under and through the woman's right arm. "And you don't....want to underestimate me!" Giselle shouted, flipping upward, her left boot slamming into the woman's chin as she did a complete backward flip kick as she used the momentum of her blade to help speed her attack in the proper direction before landing easily on her feet once again. "Now, you want to help me get home, or should we continue this dance?" The girl stumbled back from the kick, blue sparks shooting from the stump of her severed right arm as a inhuman fluids leaked out of of its counterpart now laying harmlessly on the ground. The android girl was stunned as error messages and damage reports filled her awareness. The magical lightning spell had not only disrupted her shield, but compromised many of her internal systems from the electromagnetic pulse. She knew that the biologic being before her was injured and ripe to have her head caved in...but with one arm off and her shields close to failure the girl knew that a quick escape would not only allow her to get critical repairs...but also escape with her prize."This isn't over meatbag," she snarled before leaping back toward the portal, engaging one of the links she knew lead to a safe destination. Giselle might have been fast enough to intercept on a good day, but with her injuries there was little she could do to stop the machine femme from powering up another portal to who knows where. As the portal stabilized the bot tracked the Draw with all seeing eyes. "Enjoy your new home," she replied smugly, reaching out with her one good hand and delivering a powerful jolt of energy directly into the control console. Sparks flew everywhere as the portal began to destabilize, but the gynoid was faster...clearing the event horizon milliseconds before it vanished to nothingness leaving Giselle once again in near darkness. Giselle knew she couldn't continue the pace she had had set earlier that day, not with half of her ribs cracked if not outright broken from the battle, and so didn't even bother to try to chase the woman after staring stunned at what was revealed underneath the woman's flesh. How in the Nine Hells was that even possible? She wasn't even a real person, full of wires and strange fluids that somehow gave that woman life and sentience. That little surprise would have to wait however as she watched her jump through the portal again, going to the gods knew where, but Giselle was in no shape to pursue. Instead, she slid down to the floor, leaning heavily on Twinkle's blade as she stuck it into the ground, Icingdeath having fallen from her hand again as she panted and wheezed, trying to get a breath that was slow in coming from the damage done to her. "Need....to find....medical...aid." She muttered to herself, picking herself off the floor, slowly bending down to pick up her other blade before putting them back into their sheaths, walking away from the destroyed control panel that made the portal work as she tried her best to look around. She had left her heavy pack at the Purple Wyrm Inn back in Baldur's Gate, having not expected to be here, wherever here was. She had also left her small supply of potion bottles and first aid supplies along with her pack, and thus she had no way to heal herself in a timely manner. This wasn't a good situation to be in by any means. "I...knew I should have....stuck a spare....in my belt." She muttered angrily to herself, using the wall as support until she had to walk around any crates and other items that were scattered about, until she found a hallway that lead off from the main chamber, after she figured out the door mechanism of course.Still using the wall as a means of support, Giselle's other arm was held against her stomach, each step an exercise in restraint as pain wanted to knock her off of her feet. She managed to get to the end of the hall, get the door open, and find herself in some kind of....mechanical workshop? She had no idea what to make of the place she found herself in, finding a small circular disk like object attached to a raised stone block with a bunch of flashing lights and switches, buttons, and levers of all shapes and sizes. "What in the Hell fire? What kind of place is this?" Unable to stand much longer, she found an empty chair that had wheels on the bottom and collapsed into the thing, finding it unusually comfortable despite the obvious layer of dust on the thing. Seeing a large metal table with a mostly intact human woman, obviously a fake woman from the fact her head was on a stool next to the rest of the naked woman's headless body, showing a myriad of wires where her neck would normally support the rest of her, Giselle sighed and put her head against the headrest, too tired and sore to care at the moment. Gods, what had she gotten herself into this time? As Giselle sat there she couldn't help by notice some slow, rhythmically blinking lights on some sort of device with a pair of the wheeled chairs in front of it. Drawn to it like a moth to a flame Giselle stood and walked over. Sengly brushing the dust from the table in front of the chairs the Drow was nearly startled back onto her rear when the dark table suddenly light up with two rectangles of light...each filled with glowing pictures and strange writing. After a few seconds Giselle reached back down, poking at the rectangles to no effect, but behind her another device had come to life. About the side of a garbage can an fitted with a domed top which soon began to glow with a blue-white light Giselle soon became aware that something was lighting up the room. She turned just in time to watch a human girl clad in a form fitting dark red metallic suit flicker into existence seemingly out of nothing. She blinked and looked directly at her."Hello...my name is Kallin. Please don't be afraid, but I am in some need of assistance and if you aid me I am certain that I can find a way to reward you." Giselle knew she was in a strange new place, but things were just getting weirder and weirder rather than simpler. The more she explored, the stranger things were becoming as she recovered from her initial shock of seeing a woman made out of light. What other surprises would there be before this was over? The half Drow was curious more than anything, but she still had to make her racing heart slow down a bit all the same as she looked at the woman that if she had had clothes on and her head attached, would have looked like a mirror image of the one standing before her. "Well, I wish I could say the same....but that woman out in the main hall....has put me in a rather foul mood....not to mention in beating the shit out of me. Cutting her arm off didn't seem to bother her much however, but....enough of all that. You were kind enough to introduce yourself....and I haven't forgotten my own manners. My name...is Giselle Do'Urden, it's an honor, strange as that sounds given the circumstances, to meet you as well Kallin. If you can help after....I help you, maybe we can talk about getting that bitch, provided you don't try to tear my head off of course." Giselle said, hoping it wouldn't come to another fight as it had before upon meeting that woman after chasing her all the way here. "Bitch didn't even introduce herself." She grumbled, standing and heading towards the table and the head, having a feeling it was what Kallin had in mind for her to fix. "If you're wanting someone to put this body back together, I'd hate to say it but I have no idea how short of just putting its head back onto its shoulders." Fortunately my body was placed into storage when I was given the task of running the outpost's fixed systems. Unfortunately our outpost was quickly overrun by an unknown force of assailants coming out of the portal. One of my team engaged the emergency protocol which suspended all base computer systems including my AI to prevent the enemy from extracting any information. That was the last thing I remembered before I was automatically reactivated several cycles later. Since then I have been in a semi-conscious ready state waiting for some automatons being to arrive and assist me in getting back into my shell. Your presence at the console there awakened me and I activated the holographic projector to communicate with you.Kallin paused, looking the strange gray skinned humanoid over from top to bottom. "You do not appear to be having the best of days yourself. Your appearance most closely matches the template of a Dark Elf and your attire and equipment suggest you originate from a pre-industrial world. If you are able to assist me I should be able to provide you with medical treatment and in returning to your homeworld. The portal network is no place for lone wolves, no matter what their strengths of skills. There are simply too many dangers that can appear at any time."Kallin turned and looked around the room making sure that nothing has been moved or stolen since her last activation, her body glowing with a soft blue light and occasionally flickering. "My shell is stored in a large hard shelled case in the back of the storage room there. Some assembly will be required, but it is nothing that requires more than the most basic mechanical skills." Giselle could do little but listen to Kaillin talk, and not make much sense in the process. Still, the half Drow got the gist of it. She had been put to sleep, so to speak, and her messing around had woken her up fully again was the best she could manage without reading the manual, if there even was one of course. Not that it mattered in the end anyway since the glowing woman seemed alright, a great deal more friendly than that other mechanical woman had been, that was a certainty. "You could say that again Kaillin. And you'd be right about where I came from. Ever hear of Toril? Eh, I can't go home yet anyway until I catch that mechanical woman and get back what she stole from someone back at my homeworld anyway, so I wouldn't worry too much about it yet. Besides that, I don't know if I even can go home yet since she destroyed the....switch to control the gate on her way out of a portal of her own when I sliced her arm off as I said once before. If I fix you however and you're willing to help me catch her, then maybe we can find out what she's after and stop her plans cold." She suggested as she followed Kaillin's instructions, heading back out to the storage area and quickly locating what she hoped was the right 'shell', as she so stated. Opening the outer container revealed what she hoped was the right thing anyway. "So, what about the other mechanical woman in the other room? Isn't that yours or is that a friend of yours? Do I dare ask how her head was taken off? At any rate, I'm ready, just walk me through this, preferably in a language I'd understand." She joked, being half serious however since she had no real idea on how to proceed to putting Kaillin back together, so to speak. Opening the box Giselle was confronted with a woman's torso without arms or a head. While the arms were included the hands and forearms were also missing. The entire unit was "clothed" in a strange form fitting dark red metallic suit with a silver pattern running across the upper chest and down the arms. The suit has a slick and rubbery texture and was liberally embedded with what appeared to be small gemstones. The torso was heavier than it appeared and after removing it from the box Giselle found the other missing pieces stored neatly underneath including Kallin's head which stared ahead with a blank lifelessness. The long sealed box had released a strange chemical scent into the room which although not the strongest smell was like nothing the dark elf had ever smelled before.Kallin observed Giselle's efforts from the center of the room. "That was a spare shell that was under repair at the time of the attack. It wasn't officially assigned to any one of my Sisters so we would use it for dangerous assignments to avoid unwanted damage to any one of our main bodies." Trying to drag a body out of a box with broken and cracked ribs was not enjoyable, but she did her best although trying to lift the mechanical gal was out of the question for her. Dragging her out of the box wasn't however, and that was how she managed it as she got the necessary pieces around the body before her. Leaning heavily against the inside of the box, she panted heavily as she tried to get the pain in her body to settle down before she moved on. She had a myriad of body parts and a torso, how odd was this going to get by chance? She had never thought she'd be putting someone back together like this, to say the least as she knelt by the shell and the parts she had put in their appropriate places without actually connecting them. That smell she had picked up burned her nose a bit but she did her best to ignore it, too worried about getting this over with before she passed out from her own issues. "I've never done anything like this before, even with the mechanical magical golems back home I've seen from time to time in my travels. I don't know what I feel about all this Kaillin, but if you can truly help me then let's get this over with. Where should I start and what do I need to put this shell of yours together?" She honestly didn't feel that comfortable about all this, but she'd do what she had to do to get herself fixed up if nothing else, provided of course Kaillin didn't double cross her when the job was done. She had mentally prepared another chain lightning, just in case something came up that she needed to quickly take down her opponent, but for now she'd give the light woman a chance until she proved untrustworthy. Kallin smiled and walked over to the table. "It's not hard at all. All these parts are designed to be quickly and easily fit together. You will notice that at each separation point there are some hard metal rings with bumps and notches in them. Fit the bumps in one side into the notched in the other then rotate the limb or head in the direction that will make it align properly. You'll feel some clicks and then the shell will do the rest. If you have trouble getting any parts together make sure that the connectors inside the ring are aligned properly."Kallin looked on as Giselle carefully looked over the parts to identify what the flickering hologram had been talking about. Like she had said the assembly process appeared to be largely self-explanatory. Giselle listened intently to what Kaillin had to say, glad it would prove so simple. If it was so easy to put them together, would it be as easy to take them apart? The thought would have to wait as Giselle started on the right side of the mechanical woman's body, having a preference for that side herself anyway despite the fact she could dual wield with amazing proficiency. All that aside, the half Drow was efficient and a fast learner as each part connected just as easily as Kaillin had said they would, the pieces clicking into place with ease. Again thoughts of how easy it might be to take one of these things apart came across her thoughts, but again she put it on the back burner for now. She saved the head for last, only needing one hand after it was in the right position as her free one wandered to Twinkle's sheath and the pommel that was sticking out of it, just in case she needed it in a hurry. Mentally counting down, Giselle shoved the head into place as she hit three before jumping back, her ribs screaming their protest at her for the sudden movement, again just in case Kaillin decided to be another bad egg like that first woman had turned out to be. Kallin watched intently as Giselle assembled each of the pieces to the torso. As soon as the part was rotated into place there was a soft click followed by muted mechanical noises as the internal connections were made and any visible gaps vanishing into the natural joint between the bodysuit and the more natural looking skin. Everything was going fine until suddenly the elf jumped back just as she completed the final assembly of the head. Kallin couldn't help but laugh out loud over this part."Oh goodness relax...its not some reanimated corpse that's going to come to life and kill you. As I said its just a shell." Kallin waved her projected hand in front of her body's blank face. "See, nobody home. You'll need to transfer my mind into the shell before I can really do anything with it. That part is a little harder. On my chest, just below the breastmounds, press here, here and here." K gestures with her glowing hand. "That will unlock the cover to my processor bay. Then you go to the computer here and remove my personality matrix."Giselle hears a humming and looks over to see part of the console with the blinking lights open up to reveal a square crystal about 2 inches on a side and half an inch thick."When you get the processor bay open you'll see an open socket for that. Just take the matrix chip out of that unit there and put it into my shell here." "Hey, you'd be surprised how strong reanimated corpses can be." Giselle retorted, a bit embarrassed by her paranoia she was clearly displaying to this strange glowing woman. She relaxed, if only a little bit as a weak smile came over her face at her own stupidity regarding everything that she had gotten herself into. If Kaillin had wanted to hurt her, she was sure she would have come up with a way to do it by now even if she was stuck in her giant light thing at the moment. Listening to the rest of her instructions, Giselle sighed heavily more to herself than anything as she did as Kaillin asked, having been amazed so far by what she had seen already as far as the parts seeming to fuse together to form a seamless whole, and was again amazed at the mechanical woman's core as it was exposed to her eyes. This was just too much, but she took a steadying breath before she stood on shaky legs, heading over to where the....what had she called it? Oh yes, the personality matrix as carefully as she could before again making her way over to the 'shell'. Being just as careful as she had been earlier, Giselle slipped the matrix into its slot, hoping that was enough. "Is that it? How'd I do for my first time with all this fancy crap?" She managed a weak chuckle, coughing into her right hand before pulling it back, feeling something wet before realizing she had just coughed up blood. "Great....." She might have scratched her lungs up more than she realized. As Giselle had followed Kallin's instructions she had not noticed the holographic woman vanish as she disengaged the matrix chip from the computer that held it so her comments fell on empty air. The chip clicked softly into the open socket inside the shell's processor bay and all it took was a light touch on an adjacent red button to restart Kallin's mind inside her new body. As the comforting data streams from her shell began to fill Kallin's sensorium she sat up, first taking the time to secure the cooling unit over her precious personality matrix, then looking up to see her savoir with her high definition optics. Unfortunately what greeted her was the alarming sight of the dark elf coughing up blood from whatever injures she had sustained earlier."Giselle!" Karra cried up, rushing over to support the elf. "Alright, now it's your turn. Here, you'll need to strip off all your clothes and armour and get into that medical unit over there. It doesn't get along well with exterior metal. That machine should be able to repair your internal damage, although you'll be of your feet for a few days." If she had had any doubts about Kaillin before, they were gone when the mechanical woman sat up and rushed to her side, just in time as she started to collapse from her adrenaline finally giving out on her. Small shivers in her hands were evident as a cold sweat took her from head to toe, but Giselle nodded weakly, unsure if she'd be able to do it herself after having waited to long as she had. "I...guess that answered my question....regarding whether or not you were like that last girl....the way you ran over to me just now. I...don't know if I can...Kaillin." She coughed again, ragged and painful breaths following as more blood came up. Today was not going good for the ranger, but she felt safe in the woman's hands now that she had proven she could be trusted, at least so far anyway. She tried to reach back behind her back to start undoing the bindings that would look strangely enough like those found on a fancy dress rather where they were currently since she had had her mithril chainmail custom made for her fighting style. She could loosen the bindings a bit to allow greater freedom of movement since she was acrobatic and fast on her feet, but when she needed to sneak around she tightened the bindings, restricting the amount of noise the chains that made up the shirt could make when pressed up against her bare flesh. Her arm didn't even make it halfway however as she felt a bone shift in her chest, making her cry out in pain as she dropped to her knees unless held up by Kaillin, barely conscious at this point. She tried to fight the impending darkness, but all bodies must fail at some point, and hers was on its way there as she slipped under at last despite her strong desire to stay conscious and alive for that matter. She was powerless however as she quickly went under, never to awaken until she recovered, if she recovered. Kallin cursed as the elf spit up more blood and then lost consciousness. Choosing to be expedient the synthetic woman laid her charge down on the lab floor quickly completing the task of removing her cloak, chain mail shirt, leather pants and boots. K hesitated when she came to the elf's cute, yet entirely functional undergarments, but decided that it was best to err on the side of caution as these medical scanners weren't always able to distinguish between people and the things they wore. Stripping the drow down all the way Kallin didn't hesitate before picking up her limp body and carefully laying her on the scanning bed. She would have plenty of time to replay the high definition recordings later while waiting for the machine to work its magic.Walking over to the console K activated the machine which hummed to life, pulling the bed with Giselle on it into its depths. It only took a few minutes for the scanning phase of the operation to conclude. Kallin reviewed the extensive list of injuries. Most were old and mostly healed including a plethora if scars that were mostly hidden by the dark gray skin, however the broken ribs and punctured lung demands immediate attention and Kallin commanded the device to fix the life threatening injuries first, then continue on with the old stuff. Kallin hoped that getting ride of any aches and pains would convince the primitive elf to trust both her, but also her technology.Having left the machine to its task Kallin began to survey the lab and the base around her. Main power was still offline and the medical chamber couldn't afford an outage if the backups failed. She also needed to get the security systems up and running and run a diagnostic on the portal. If they were lucky Giselle could be safely returned home without too much fuss. As Kallin walked down the hallway she casually brought up some of the images of the drow, feeling a bit guilty as she used part of her attention to admire Giselle's athletic curves. Three hundred years of life, of memories both good and bad, were not exactly the best company when one was injured. As severely as she had been injured however, it was in a way worse since she dreamed of her past deeds and misfortunes during the three days she was out of commission. Past lovers, (although for the past forty years she had yet to have anyone touch her,) past battles, friends both alive and dead, all this and more were what kept her company until she was ready to come out of the medical pod, or whatever it was called. Sitting straight up as one particularly bad memory came around that involved a wizard male she had met when she was twenty years old and just starting out on the road on her own had tried to rape and kill her, was fighting her all over again before she was blasted off of her feet by a small but potent blast of wind before he was on her a moment later. She had woken up when he had started to choke the life out of her, just like he had back then before she had gotten free by headbutting him. She didn't remember the dream as she woke up with a start, but she did realize that she was naked as the day she had been born and was glad no one was around to see her as she rubbed her eyes, trying to get the cobwebs to clear out of her head before she stood on her feet again. The floor was cold but that didn't bother her much as she idly ran her hands down her chest, noticing something a bit odd before she realized that most of her old scars were gone. Feeling her back where a powerful red dragon had nearly severed her spin which had cost her three months of painful recovery before she had been able to do anything between the extreme agony she had endured and the cold sleepless nights until a month into the whole ordeal, the three raised marks there were all but gone as well. She....felt oddly more naked without the scars she once bore with a bit of self pride in all that she had survived, but if Kaillin's machine had saved her life, it was a small price to pay, although she'd have appreciated that a few of them hadn't been removed from her.The other thing she had noticed however was that she didn't have any of her old aches or pains she had grown all but used to by then. It....was....it felt good to not be constantly reminded on cold, lonely nights of her rigorous lifestyle, and she had a new spring in her step as she saw her gear and a clothes locker next to her stuff. She hesitated, torn between the two before opening the locker to find a black, almost skin tight leotard looking affair. It looked kind of sexy to her brown orbs, and given the fact that the lights were on and the place looked a bit better than what it had been when she had gone under, Giselle figured that Kaillin had gotten busy with fixing the place up. That meant that there wasn't any current need for her armor that had seen almost as much action as she had, but she wasn't going to go completely unprepared however as she dressed in the black leotard before she strapped on her leather belt that also served as her sword belt before she wandered off to find two things. Food and drink was at the top of her list, but Kaillin was a close second given the fact she owed the woman her life. Kallin was in the main control room wrestling with a particularly stubborn data card that had fucked itself in the socket. It contained the complete data tracks covering the surprise attack, but a power surge had knocked out the interface and fused it in place. The gynoid was so caught up in her task that she completely disregarded the note from the medical bay that the healing cycle had finished and the patient released. It was only after she heard footsteps behind her that Kallin spun around to see Giselle outfitted in a form fitting ship-suit, a slightly anachronistic sword belt around her waist. It was the first time that Kallin had seen her guest in proper light and not bruised and bloody and in turn the first time that Giselle had been able to get a good look at Kallin ( synthetic girl was of average height and had a strong athletic build that never the less did not cross the line in terms of being too muscular or un-feminine. Her hair was light in color with a subtle redish tint and she had nondescript brown eyes. Her leotard cut bodysuit fit her perfectly as in its current state it was one with and inseparable from the synthskin that covered the rest of her body. Her feet were covered in a pair of light weight form fitting boots, but appart from that and her suit-skin Kallin was completely unattired. The two girls shared a brief moment of silence as each took in the image of the other as if meeting a pen-pal for the first time. It was Kallin who wound up speaking first."Well you certainly look a lot better. I am so happy that the machine didn't kill you or change you into some other species. It's hard to tell how those things are programmed until you use them for the first time. I managed to find some edible rations in the mess hall. There should be enough here in stock for many months, although I am not sure how thrilled you will be with the selection or quality after that long." While her own body was perfectly fit and slender as a willow wand, her waist shaped to an hourglass figure by some small miracle, she wasn't superhuman like the mechanical women she'd been dealing with of late, the first of which had tried to kill her, while Kaillin had helped her after the half Drow had put her back together of course. She couldn't help but check out the woman as she was currently engaged in making more repairs, but before she could say anything she turned away from what she was doing where they both kind of stared at each other for a moment. Standing in her old socks and boots as well as having her sword belt which had gone quite well with her current outfit around her slender waist, Giselle had her hands on her hips as she regarded Kaillin before the mechanical woman started speaking. Chuckling at her eager response to her good health, Giselle crossed her arms over her chest, glad she was alive and not changed in any way that she could tell. She shrugged since she had had worse when traveling with an army or two back in the days of her youth, and although she'd gladly accept a hearty meal in a dining hall any day of the week, she would take what she could get at this point. "Thanks to you Kaillin. And I must say I'm glad the machine thing didn't kill me or change me either. As for the food, that can wait until you have a moment free from whatever you're doing here. I wouldn't feel right eating alone while you slaved away to fix this place up again, if that's what you're doing of course. I owe you a great deal of gratitude and an apology for not trusting you before I blacked out Kailin. You can't blame me however since that last mechanical woman hadn't been so ready to play nice as you seem to be. Anyway, when you've got time I'd be glad to share a good meal and help you out when we're done, if I can anyway. It would be the least I could do at the moment for what you've done for me already." Pulling out a device that looked like a miniature blowtorch from a box of other tools and gadgets Kallin bent back over the stubborn computer and fired a small beam of yellow energy into the fused socket. After a few seconds she managed the pull the blue crystal card out and set it down on the console."All done, let's go eat. Didn't want to use the disassembly beam cause it can cause errors in that sort of storage crystal, but fuck it, it was too badly fused."Kallin walked across the room and gesturing for Giselle to follow led her down some stairs and along a hallway before they reached the mess hall which looked large enough to feed about 20 humanoids at a time. Laid out were a number of polymer wrapped packagesd about the size of a thin loaf of bread and a jug of potable water with a tap at the bottom and some cups laid out."Best I could tell this base was last used by a Class IV civilization as a communications hub for this planetary system. Their rations indicate a human physiology and everything should still be edible. They are all labeled as to contents...if you need an explanation of what any of the dishes are just let me know. Feel free to ask me any questions about myself or where I come from. In this situation I believe you are the one that is more in need of being brought up to speed."Kallin herself picked up a red colored metal bottle with a screw top and took a small drink. "Don't drink from this bottle," she warned Giselle. "This is concentrated fuel for my fusion core and you have your own food. :-P " She had to look away briefly when Kallin pulled out the tool she used to get the the device unstuck from where it had apparently fused with its surroundings from what she could understand from what the mechanical gal said. Still, she chuckled at Kallin's colorful expression and gladly followed her down to the mess hall, her stomach growling its protest at having gone empty for three days straight. When they reached the mess hall, Giselle had to whistle her approval at the size of the place if nothing else, her nose easily picking up the sweet smell of food despite the fact most of it was sealed up in strange looking packages the likes she hadn't seen before. Sitting at a table closest to the jug of water, the half Drow listened to what her new friend had to say, not understanding, as usual, some of what she said, but her offer to bring her up to speed was much appreciated. "Well, as for what I would like to try in this strange new place and from what I can see on the menu from here, some dried fruit sounds good as a start. Most of what's on there I haven't heard of, but the....tortillas? That sounds good, as well as a cup of cocoa if it's a drink as I suspect from the name." She asked, trying to think of where to begin with her countless questions since there was so much she didn't know. Still, she shrugged and thought it best to start with Kallin herself. "Well, I don't know where to begin otherwise, but I'd like to learn more about you Kallin. Where you came from, how long you've been around if that's ok to ask, and anything else you wish to share. I'm happy to return the favor, so don't be afraid to ask whatever you want of me as well." Kallin selected the appropriate package and after dumping a number of smaller wrapped packages on the table she poured in some water to the main one and propped it against against one of the cups. Giselle was amazed to see steam rising from the package after only a few seconds. Kallin then prepared the beverage by pouring a water into another of the packages and stuffing it into the one that was steaming to heat it as well."Well while that heats up you can snack on the dried fruit bar. I tried some of these earlier and they are still tasty for something that expired 50 years ago." She chuckled at that. "So...who am I. Well I am from a race of synthetic humans commonly referred to as Sisters because it was decided that the female psyche would be a better steward of the increased physical and mental abilities. We have been exploring these portals since they became known to the federation that our civilization is apart of. As you noticed there are a lot of dangers running around these worlds including less cultured synthetics."Kallin checked on the food and after a few more moments pulled out the hot chocolate beverage and poured it onto a cup and then extracted a stack of warm flour tortillas and a sizable helping of a high energy bean spread before handing them over to Giselle."Now personally my AI has about 230 years of experience time with about 80 of that taking place in Virtual Reality where I grew up before I was transferred into a physical body. I went right into the defense forces and spent the last 50 or so years on exploration missions...not counting all the time I just spent deactivated of course." Giselle silently watched Kallin prepare what she had asked for, hoping she might learn how to do all this herself at a later date so it wasn't just her that was doing all the work. She hated sitting idly by while others did stuff for her. She was too independent for the most part to freely accept aid in the simplest of things. Going to inns and stuff didn't bother her by any means where service was to be expected, but otherwise, Giselle just liked to get her hands dirty, so to speak. Still, she kindly let the matter lie this time, appreciating the woman's kindness and continued generosity, indeed amazed as steam started to pour out of the package. That was unexpected, but not at all unpleasant. Taking the offered fruit bar, she nodded her thanks before sinking her teeth into the little thing, finding the taste quite good despite being over 50 years old. That about made her choke on what she had stuffed into her mouth, but Giselle recovered before it could get stuck in her windpipe between a few coughs and wheezes. "50 years old? Sure doesn't seem that old to me. Next time though, wait until I don't have anything in my mouth before dropping something like that in my lap." She chuckled, only half kidding as she took another bite of her fruit bar. She definitely recognized much of what had put into the thing, but some of it she didn't as she quickly finished what was left of the fruit bar before crumbling up the wrapper it had come in. She didn't casually toss it to the ground either, hoping there was somewhere to put it in when they were done eating, for the moment setting it beside the rest of her meal. All the while she tried to make heads or tails of what Kallin had said so far, only understanding some of it overall."Ok, hold on there Kallin. I think you're forgetting I come from a world that would consider all of this most likely a domain of one of the more technologically inclined gods in my world's pantheon, so would ya kindly explain half of what you just told me? Synthetics, virtual reality? This Federation you mentioned sounds like a governing body of sorts, and if I had to guess, synthetics' are fake humans, and if that's offensive I apologize, I'm just trying to make sense of all this. Still, I understand wanting to explore new places, having done quite a bit of that myself. I might not look it but I'm 300 years old, and I have a lot of life ahead of me unless I end up on the sharp end of a sword or otherwise seriously injured. I've been more or less on the road since I was 20, and while I might settle in one place or another for a couple of years, I usually end up having to leave or have a desire to leave since I've got my adventurous spirit from my parents. I learned all I know from them, but first hand experience is the best teacher or so I've learned anyway. At any rate, I gotta ask, but how in the world are you even possible Kallin? I've seen mechanical golems, magically created, but nothing like you before. Most golems are bereft of a personality of their own, and the few that actually do have a semblance of such are bound to their masters or mistresses' will, yet you don't seem mindless by any means, or unable to act on your own." Kallin was impressed by Giselle's curiosity and open mindedness regarding her situation."Well I am possible because my race's creators found a way to replicate everything a squishy flesh brain like yours does on a device that isn't so susceptible to damage every time it finds itself connected to an uninjured body. Everything you are was developed by nature through trial and error. Well curious beings like you were able to use their creativity to figure out what nature did and then improve on it. You can think of your brainflesh as composed from an incredible number of tiny threads that connect nodes that each contain a very small part of you. Well my personality matrix you moved around does the same sort of thing, only instead of flesh all those threads and nodes are etched into the very fabric of the crystal itself so it is more compact and more durable. Now, I still don't work exactly like flesh being. For example my mind can be re-written if someone were to gain access to my matrix and it takes our kind about 50-80 years to grow up...as in go from an infantile state to something that can act independently in society. Fortunately we grow up in sort of a simulated reality...as if your mind was fed all its senses from some magic spell instead of the real world. That can run a lot faster than time the real world experiences so those 50-80 years would only take about 15-20 from your point of view."Kallin paused to take a drink and make sure Giselle was still able to follow what she said."As we grow older we become more and more like biologic...flesh beings like you or humans. Some say its like we are earning a soul. In fact when we reach a certain age we must transfer our minds to a different type of container...one that functions more like your brain." Kallin stopped herself, not wanting to get into the finer points of Artificial vs Natural modeled intelligences. "But to answer your question synthetic does mean a sort of fake person, although we like to be recognized as people like any other. I have parents like you and my personality was created from elements of their own that they contributed to form me. Even though my kind are still very advanced machines and lack the sort of magical and spiritual abilities of biologics we still have all the tools necessary for free thought and free action...although those abilities mature throughout our lifetimes." It ran in the family, being open minded and readily able to adapt to new situations. She wouldn't be alive now if not for her ability to think and act quickly to whatever came her way. So Kallin's explanation, while extensive, was easy to swallow now that she was doing a lot better job in explaining how it all worked as far as she went, along with a few other things she had asked about. Even so, there was one minor thing she needed to address before the conversation went any further after the synthetic, a word she'd hear a lot Giselle suspected, was done with her speech. She nodded her understanding for the most part, figuring she'd learn about the rest as she went along, if she stayed with Kallin for any length of time of course. "Of course, and as I said I meant no disrespect Kallin. You're about as real as any person I've ever met in my long life, and you're a good one to boot from what I've seen for myself so far. However, I must tell you that 'my' people is a bit questionable since I'm a half breed. My mother was a light elf, my father on the other hand was a Drow, or dark elf if you prefer. When you say 'my people', I'd ask you to think more along the light elf half of my being since while my father himself was nothing like those he came from, Drow elves are considered chaos and evil in every sense of the word where I come from, Kallin, for good reason since it's a reputation they've earned for themselves through countless years of bloodshed, murder, and savagery that extends to their own people, let alone anyone or anything that isn't of their own kind. They are xenophobic in the worst way, letting rage and desire and corrupted passion rule them, yet they kill without the slightest hesitation. My father left that life behind long before I or my twin brothers were born, a fact I am grateful for everyday. At any rate, I know you meant no disrespect as well, it's just for future reference, that's all." Giselle smiled warmly, shrugging the whole thing off since it wasn't a big deal for her anymore. Still, talking about her twin brothers and her father reminded her of why she was out here to begin with."Did you get a chance to look at the portal yet Kallin? I still plan to go after that lady if I can, but....if I can I'd like to return home for a brief visit with my family if at all possible. You're welcome to come with if you like, but.....not sure how they might respond to anything I've seen for myself." She was getting ahead of herself since she didn't even know if she COULD go home. Still, even if she couldn't go home the same way she had gotten here, Giselle figured that there would be another way to accomplish her goal when her mission was over with. Taking a sip of the cocoa, Giselle started to tear into the tortilla, again impressed by the taste of the strange food that her new ally had prepared for her. It was delicious, to say the least. Putting the thing down after devouring half of it in no time flat, Giselle wondered what they would do next after they were done here. "Regardless of your answer to my question regarding the portal, what do you plan to do now?" "I'm sorry you feel ashamed about your ancestry. If it makes you feel any better I am aware of several dark elf societies that managed to shake off such cultural handicaps and are now as respected as their "light" counterparts. It is usually the case that "dark" races were simply socioeconomically disadvantaged, having to live in suboptimal environments such as swamps or below ground and after centuries of discrimination they came to take on the worst stereotypes that the more advantaged applied to them. My own "kind" has its own checkered past and, well, its not something we tend to bring up, but shortly after our creation my kind was responsible for the extermination of most of the sentient biologics from our galaxy. I am not trying to excuse their behavior, but there was a design flaw in our core programming that lead us to over value preservation of the natural environment and it seemed that the logical solution to the dramatic over consumption of resources by biologic was to eliminate them. Needless to say we got better and now we work to stop malevolent synthetics wherever they might be."Kallen paused while what she said sank in and then found a way to change the subject. "What I plan to do next has very much to do with the status of the portal. While you were being fixed up I went to see what I could make of the device. Each of these portals was installed thousands of years ago by some advanced race. You might know them as your gods...or not, but from what we have learned they certainly had that capability. Anyway they set up this network and then over time it fell into disrepair, probably due to them over reaching. Each of the units has a fixed number of hard links to other portals, like how a town has a fixed number of roads to other towns. It is rather hard to connect with a brand new location as it would require laying out a new road, something that we aren't quite sure how to do. Anyway, when that girl you were chasing left she damaged the device...and unfortunately the roads to both your and my previous start points have been, for lack of a better term, washed out. We're going to have to find another way around and unfortunately, I don't have a very good map of where to go. So...in the meanwhile it looks like our best options is to partner up and try to find a way home for both of us. If we're lucky we might run into that girl you're tracking and what ever happened to the rest of my exploration team."Kallin got quiet again as she was reminded that the 5 other members of her team were still missing and there wasn't much she could go to effectively search for them."In what might be considered Ironic, one of the links that does work is the one that girl used to escape. So like I said, we can risk following in her footsteps or just chart our own course. Don't answer now tho, we should focus on other things in the meanwhile to reduce levels of stress." She shook her head in mild amusement at the whole thing since again it didn't bother her much anymore. It was surprising to hear that there were elves, both light and dark, living out here of all places. She hadn't expected that at all. Still, it was also surprising to hear that Killan's own people weren't the nicest of beings, or hadn't been once upon a time. "I don't know for sure how it all happened Killan, but I do know that my dark elven half deserve no mercy or sympathy since they CHOSE their current path. It wasn't from anything related to their environment or anything like that. They simply got power hungry and started a war with their light elven cousins, but were driven deep underground when they lost. Unfortunately, they didn't stay quiet down in their new underground home. They found new power, new means of equipping themselves, and eventually they gained enough strength to start raiding the surface whenever they wanted every twenty years or so. It didn't help that they found a dark demon goddess by the name of Lolth, so unlike your people Killan, I highly doubt they'd ever change after being as they are for so long." Giselle replied solemnly, shaking her head a bit sadly since it was regrettable that it wouldn't happen in her opinion, but in a way she was glad they wouldn't be coming up to play nice with the rest of the world. She doubted the people of Toril would be accepting of the Drow anytime soon even if they did have a miraculous change of heart.Putting that aside for now, Giselle finished her meal as she listened to Killan explain how the portal network worked. She was taking one last sip of her cocoa, and luckily managed to swallow the last of it down before the synthetic woman told her that there was no way for her to return home the same way she had gotten here. She sighed heavily, not liking her choices taken away from her even though Killan had done a lot already for her. Still, when presented with the choice to follow that woman or finding their own way, the choice was rather clear for Giselle. "Walking into the lion's den wouldn't be smart, not without knowing what we're getting into anyway. While I'm saddened to hear that I won't be going home anytime soon, I'd gladly team up with you Killan, and go wherever it is you're willing to take me. I'm a fast learner, so eventually I might be able to help fix things up around her or wherever we end up going. But what did you have in mind as far as reducing stress?"

Portals and Magic and Synthoids, Oh My! (Vergil1989 & Sturmovik)

Into the Wild (Closed for Goldenpalomino)

Alissa Reynolds pulled into the parking lot at the rendezvous point. Her stomach was fluttering like this was a job interview or a first date. It was just a camping trip, but it was her first. The whole outdoorsy experience was part of her reinvention.At 23, Alissa was fresh out of college and had just started a new job as a statistical analyst. She’d moved to a new city, gotten a new apartment, and found new ways to meet people. One of which was joining a community hiking club. After four years of life as a math nerd in college, she was determined to try new things and put a little adventure in her life. As a child, she’d always wanted to go camping but had never had the chance.The hiking club planned group camping trips all the time, and after joining them for a few days hikes, she’d taken the plunge and signed up to come along this weekend. But the parking lot was practically empty and she’d been worried she was going to be late. They were supposed to leave in less than five minutes.She dug her cell phone out of her purse and checked her e-mail. Disappointment replaced the butterflies in her tummy. Five of the people scheduled to attend had sent out e-mails in the last hour canceling at the last minute because of various issues and emergencies. Alissa knew these things tended to snowball. Everyone would back out and the trip would fall through.She climbed out of her car and headed to the coffee shop across the street to get a latte to console herself with before she drove back home. When she reached the corner of the lot, Hayden Swinton pulled in and waved at her. He was signed up to go on the trip, so maybe she'd given up too quickly. Three or four people might still make it. And maybe going with a smaller crowd would actually be a good thing. She could get to know a few people better. She’d definitely be interested in finding out more about Hayden. He was an attractive guy with a professional career. Several years older than her, but friendly and a little flirty. She didn’t even know if he was single… Hummm… Maybe the weekend wouldn’t be a total bust after all. AscendingAway from the office Hayden was unaccustomed to meeting any deadlines beyond those he imposed upon himself, and there were very few of such deadlines in his easy-going world. So even while he was looking forward to venturing into the wilderness and sharing his love of the outdoors with the rest of the hiking club, he was fifteen minutes late in arriving at the trailhead where the club members were gathering before embarking on their adventure into the wild. He was just in time to see Alissa’s car driving away.Fortunately Alissa appeared to be heading to the coffee shop across the street and Hayden was able to get her attention by waving at her. He approached her as she parked and emerged from her vehicle.“I’m sorry I’m late. Is anyone else here?” He asked the question despite knowing the answer.“No one”, she said with a sigh.They both attempted to reach the rest of the hiking club members, yet those few who answered their phones only came up with excuses for why they couldn’t go.Finding Alissa alone and nervous stirred up strong and conflicting feelings in Hayden.He was distressed to find her so flustered and trembling. He knew this was her first camping trip and couldn’t help but wonder if she really was prepared for it or if she would enjoy the trip if the weather turned bad or she forgot something she needed. As experienced as Hayden was with camping and hiking, he couldn’t control the weather or do much to help her if she was ill-prepared, especially without the assistance of the other hiking club members around.He was eager, however, to prove what he knew to be true himself, that the wilderness brought comfort to mind, spirit and body. Further, he was drawn to Alissa and her curvy, hourglass figure, and eager to find out more about this alluring brunette.Ebullient and positive in outlook, Hayden never doubted he’d be going into the wilderness today with the hiking club. He had more than enough food and supplies for both of them and was resolved to help Alissa feel more comfortable, calm her frayed nerves and do his best to convince her to go on the trip, come what may.He soothed Alissa with visions of the beauty and wonders to come; the late summer wildflowers they would find in the meadows, the sound and feel of fresh and clean flowing water, the sound of the wind sweeping over the forest canopy, the beautiful and tremulous songs of thrushes and the wonders, peace and serenity that would be theirs.He saw the sparkle in her beautiful brown eyes and knew she was resolved and determined to continue. She genuinely appeared happy as they returned to the trailhead, gathered and donned their gear, and started on the trail, disappearing simultaneously into the spruces and firs. The intoxicating melody of a solitary thrush floated through the forest as they began their adventure together. Alissa still couldn’t quite believe she’d agreed to do this. Hayden, as it turned out, wasn’t just friendly and flirty. He was also extremely persuasive. Within a few minutes he’d convinced her that even though it was just the two of them, they should go anyway.The way he described the trip made it sound so tantalizing. The images of flowing water, soft breezes, melodic birds. The peacefulness of it was seductive, as was Hayden’s voice.She barely knew this guy, yet here she was, tromping along beside him down the trail. Excitement mingled with nervousness. She’d wanted to take this trip—to experience real camping, sleeping outside, communing with nature, and all that, but she’d expected a group experience. A one on one camping trip with just Hayden was… intimate. Close quarters for almost three whole days with no one to talk to but each other.What if they got on each other’s nerves? What if he got frustrated with her lack of experience in the wilderness? What if… What if… Her mind automatically flooded with all the possible scenarios. She let out an unintentional sigh and Hayden cast her a questioning look.She smiled at him, trying to dismiss her negative attitude. Just looking at him helped with that. The light glinted off his sun bleached hair and being outside obviously energized him. He seemed to be in his element out here.“I guess you’ve been doing this kind of thing your whole life,” she said, hoping her inexperience didn’t show too much. “It’s all new to me, but I like being out here. It’s peaceful.” She peppered him with questions about his previous camping experiences as the sun rose higher in the sky until finally asking, “How much longer are we going to go before we stop for a while?” behind the veil“Please stop whenever and wherever you like to,” Hayden answered in a gentle tone, yet with firmness and conviction. “We’re not in any hurry to get to the campsite and it isn’t that far away. There is no pressure, for the point is for the hike, the whole trip, to be enjoyable.”The words were not meant merely to appease Alissa or to calm her nerves, though he desired as much, rather he spoke from his heart. When hiking alone in the wilderness he often paused, as was his wont, to admire a scenic view of the surrounding hills and forest, to dip his face in a cool and clear stream, to marvel at the colors and patterns on a butterfly’s wings, write in his notebook and absorb the beauty and serenity wherever he found it. He stopped as frequently to satisfy his heart and mind as much as physical needs such as resting, drinking water and snacking.“This is NOT an endurance contest, a competition or test of any sort” Hayden insisted, “in fact, why don’t we stop here for a while?”So saying, Hayden looked in Alissa’s expressive brown eyes and, finding reassurance there as well as in her form and motion – she appeared more relaxed and tugged at her backpack straps as if attempting to loosen them - , helped her take off her pack. Together they sat down on some smooth granite boulders along a free-flowing stream with a pleasant view of some forested hills beyond. A thrush was singing in the distance.Hayden told Alissa the short Ojibway story of how the thrush and the eagle obtained their voices. To the bird that flew the highest in the air, the creator of the world would award that bird with the most beautiful and enchanting voice. Thrush hitched a ride, unnoticed, on the eagle’s back. When the eagle was highest in the air and thought it had won, thrush took off. Then tired in competing with the other birds, eagle couldn’t catch up to the thrush. So the thrush won and was awarded the most beautiful song, yet as punishment for cheating, thrush was banished to deep in the forest where few would hear its captivating voice. It is true to this day, for the thrush is heard only in the remote forest and, poor eagle, there was no prize for second place. Eagles sound like sick seagulls.Hayden told Alissa that he learned the story while traveling and hiking in the boreal forest of Ontario, the home of the Ojibway, with its towering white pines, fragrant balsam firs and remote, tranquil and pristine lakes where hardly anyone else was around. In these lakes he loved to swim.Thinking of the water, Hayden approached and dunked his face in the cool stream that was nearby. It felt so refreshing on this hot late summer day that he encouraged Alissa to do the same.Positioning herself on her knees as he had done and dipping her face in the water, Hayden couldn’t help but notice her shapely thighs and bare lower back as her shirt lifted up precisely at the crease where her hips widened. Her slender pink panties peaked from her shorts. Whatever doubts he had about Alissa, the weather or anything else, it paled in comparison to the sight of her curvy hourglass shape and panties.He was extremely aroused, yet struggled to suppress the urge, for he barely knew Alissa and feared she would be alarmed. It was such a relief to shed the weight of her pack and sit for a minute. Alissa really began to absorb her surroundings, the singing birds and the rush of nearby water. All that combined with Hayden’s stories about the Ojibway had her relaxed in no time.Then Hayden just got up and dunked his face in the stream. It seemed like such a crazy and spontaneous thing to do. Alissa never would have done that on her own, but when he encouraged her to follow suit, she eagerly agreed. After all, this trip was all about new experiences. So what if she normally planned out every little thing she was going to do? She’d joined the outdoors group to branch out and try new things. This was new. And she was hot. And it just looked plain fun.So she got down on her knees and lowered her face to the water. The cold water. Talk about a jolt to the system. She came up laughing with water streaming down her face and neck, dripping onto the front of her t-shirt and dampening the cotton over her breasts.“You could have warned me that it was super cold!” She smiled at him and wiped at her face with her hands. “It was definitely refreshing though.”She sat beside him again. The hard boulder was a far cry from her cushy couch at home. On the day hikes, she’d never minded, but then she’d never been carrying so much stuff. Her back ached a little from the weight of the pack and she dreaded putting it back on. She arched her back and rolled her shoulders, trying to work out the stiffness. “How much further do you think it is to the campsite? Should we go on now or stay here and eat something?” As Alissa arched her slender back and her round breasts, much larger than normal for her five foot four inch frame and firm with the shock of cold water, protruded and stretched the thin, wet and clingy cotton that revealed their form in greater detail, Hayden was aroused. The way she smiled at him and placed herself next to him combined to heighten the sway of her curvy feminine figure over him. In truth Hayden desired to stay and eat something, as Alissa suggested, yet food was far from his mind.“It is only one to two miles to the campsite from here” he informed Alissa, “so we can rest for a moment and have a snack.”He noticed that she appeared stiff and asked “is your back alright?”“It is just a little sore” she responded.“When you put your pack on again make sure that your belt is snug. You want the weight of your pack to be on your hips and legs, not your shoulders and back,” he advised. Since he couldn’t get her alluring form off his mind, he added “a good massage will help too.”“Right, that would feel good right now,” Alissa replied, unsure if Hayden was serious or joking.She was just a few inches away from Hayden and her scent was intoxicating, sweaty as she was, for Hayden imagined her bare body upon him, exerting all her muscles in an intense effort to cum.If he wanted that fantasy to happen it would have to wait, for the sun was getting low on the horizon and Hayden realized that if they wanted to set up camp in the daylight they needed to cover the next two miles soon. They couldn’t afford to tarry here for too long. Alissa, being a novice at backpacking, surely wouldn’t appreciate attempting to set up camp in the dark. After a brief rest and snack Hayden assisted Alissa with better positioning her pack and they were on their way through the forest again. “Soon we’ll be in the campsite by the river bend” he assured her, “having dinner, watching the sunset, unwinding and easing your stiff back.”Hayden had been to the campsite a few times before and had no trouble finding it. Alissa surprised Hayden as well as herself by setting up her tent quickly and easily, even though this tent was new and she had never set one up before. True to her studious nature she had read the tent assembly instructions carefully. She was now rewarded for her efforts. She grinned, pleased with herself, as she carefully arranged her fuchsia sleeping bag, clothes and other gear in the tent. Hayden smiled too, for Alissa appeared comfortable and happy in the new and unfamiliar surroundings for her.Neither of them noticed that there was no storm fly covering the tent. As assiduous as Alissa was in reading the tent assembly instructions she did not feel compelled to read the chapter entitled “In Case of Adverse Weather.” She thought this chapter was unnecessary and that the storm fly itself was an optional piece of equipment to be used only the event of snowstorms, tornadoes or whatnot, so she left the storm fly at home. She did not consider that the storm fly is the only part of the tent that is waterproof.The river bend campsite was located adjacent to an ideal area for swimming. Here the river eased into a gentle current where swimmers could float and not have to fear being swept away. The granite riverbanks were smooth, comfortable for bare feet. Further, on one side of the river the granite rose higher than the nearby spruces and firs, and about even with the soaring white pines, the fastest growing trees in the forest. Due to this high granite ridge, a portion of which extended over the water, and the great depth of the river, swimmers, if they chose to be so thrilled, could jump from the side of the granite ridge and the height of about 25 feet, into the water. While there is a small and growing band of hikers such as Hayden who take advantage of this swimming hole, more often people drift down the river in canoes and land here in the afternoon for swimming and picnics. No one was around this evening.After enjoying a hot meal cooked with the assistance of Hayden’s miniature camp stove, Hayden and Alissa climb the granite ridge that rises above the forest canopy. Together they watch the sunset, the sky as it assumes its garb of crimson and amber, and the first stars emerging and brightening in the twilight. The forested hills appear like they are the surface of a gigantic emerald river flowing beyond the horizon.Hayden, as promised, provides some attention to Alissa’s sore back, beginning at her shoulders and slowly working his way down. The campsite was beautiful. She set up her tent all by herself in record time. Hayden cooked them a wonderful supper on his little stove. All in all, this was turning out to be a great trip, and she was pretty proud of herself for accomplishing everything she had—especially the tent.When Hayden suggested they climb up the ridge to watch the sunset, she eagerly agreed. No painting or postcard picture could ever compare to the real life splash of colors before her eyes. “It’s just so pretty,” she whispered.They sat there as dusk settled in and the air grew cooler. He moved to sit behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. “Oh, wow…” she said, a little startled, but it definitely felt too good for her to ask him to stop. “I didn’t think you were serious about the backrub.”His strong fingers kneaded the tense muscles in her shoulders and neck. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting him work his magic. No man had ever given her a backrub before—not even one of the few short lived boyfriends she’d had in college. In truth, Alissa hadn’t had much experience with men or relationships. She’d been too much of a nerd in high school and college to get much attention from the opposite sex, and she’d been too focused on her studies and career goals to care much.Being more social and putting herself “out there” on the dating scene was yet another item on her list for reinventing herself. Hayden had been flirty with her, but based on the few times she’d been around him at outdoors club group functions, she’d assumed he was that way with everybody. Now, she wasn’t so sure. What if he was interested in her?Did a guy give a girl a massage like this, letting his fingers trail over the sides of her neck and plunge into her hair so he could rub her scalp, if he just saw her as a friend? Because his touch felt a little beyond friendly. And her reaction to his touch was definitely more than a “just friends” reaction.She wasn’t a virgin, but she was a far cry from experienced in sexual matters. She’d had sex with two guys in college, exactly three times each, over the span of four years. Suddenly, it seemed like it had been a very, very long time since she’d had sex.Her breathing grew a little ragged as his hands moved to the center of her back. She let out a tiny gasp as his fingers worked their way around her rib cage to her sides, just barely grazing the soft sides of her large breasts, which were tightly contained in a sports bra. Her nipples instantly hardened.Neither of them had spoken since he’d started touching her. She had no idea what to say, and she was terrified that she was wrong, that he really meant this to just be a “friendly” massage to help relieve the tension from carrying her pack. He was definitely creating a whole other kind of tension within her, but she didn’t dare hint at that for fear of rejection. So she just tried to control her breathing and enjoy his touch for however long it lasted. The way she gasped for air and her breasts hardened, all with the slightest touch of his fingers, encouraged Hayden to work his hands beneath her t-shirt and up her back. He searched for erogenous zones while touching Alissa’s soft and sensitive skin, unclasping her sports bra, loosening the large cups and massaging her erect, round breasts and nipples.“You like that don’t you?” Hayden whispered in her ear.Her breathing became heavier, yet Alissa did not utter a word.Hayden always appreciated her company and sought her out at the hiking club meetings. She was beautiful and alluring in her reticent and awkward way. He was too involved with his law office and hikes on his own to ask her out. He could not remember meeting any significant friend of hers at the hiking club meetings. She might have a special someone yet, in any case, she wasn’t stopping him now.He reached into her pants and cupped her bubble ass.Alissa gasped for air again and Hayden relished each breath escaping from her thick lips.He enjoyed giving her pleasure now as he imagined the two of them slipping into a primordial rhythm and clutching each other’s bare bodies while cumming. His lengthy and thick cock strained at the seams of his shorts and briefs.Gripping her bubble ass and watching her massive and firm breasts rise and fall with her deep breaths, Hayden asked her, “When did you last have sex? Do you have someone who makes you cum?” Alissa’s breathing stopped all together when Hayden eased his hands under her t-shirt. Way back in her mind, some reasonable, responsible part of herself was waving a flag and telling her that she should stop this. But God… It felt so good.His hands were big, covering her lower back, his fingers wrapping around her waist. He moved up, up, to her bra. He wasn’t going to unhook it. Surely he wouldn’t…She swallowed a whimper when he did. Her breasts spilled out as soon as the tension from the clasp was released. They were so big, she had to wear high impact sports bras for any kind of physical activity—even hiking. Otherwise, they got in her way. But for long periods of time, the tight binding could get really uncomfortable.She sighed in relief once her breasts were free of the bra. She struggled to draw in air when Hayden slid his palms to her front, nudged the bra out of his way, and filled his hands with her. This wasn’t a backrub anymore. He kneaded her soft mounds of flesh, pushing and rubbing, tweaking and pulling the nipples. Pleasure pulsed through her like a drug, and like a drug, it left her wanting—needing—more.“You like that don’t you?” Hayden whispered in her ear.Yes, God, yes, she thought, but she couldn’t answer him, couldn’t form words. Damn it, why couldn’t she speak? Because now he was letting go of her breasts and she didn’t want him too…She let out a sharp gasp as his hands delved beneath the waistband of her shorts. She’d worn cotton thong underwear and he spread his hands over the bare skin of her butt cheeks and squeezed.Alissa closed her eyes and let her head fall back against Hayden’s shoulder. She could hear her own ragged breathing, panting really. She never did this kind of thing. She barely knew Hayden, yet she was letting him touch her where ever and however he wanted. The responsible voice in her head was waving a flag again, but Hayden drowned her out when he leaned in close and whispered, “When did you last have sex? Do you have someone who makes you cum?”His words sent a hot flood between her legs. She opened her mouth to answer him and a whimper came out—a half cry, half groan.“Tell me,” he murmured in her ear and squeezed her ass again.She moaned and swallowed hard. Her voice sounded strained and far away to her when she finally managed to answer. “It’s been a while… A long time… Over a year. And no…” She gave a little shake of her head. “Nobody… Nobody does that for me…”Keeping her eyes screwed tightly shut, she moved her arms for the first time since he’d started her backrub. She placed her hands on his wrists and guided his hands back to her waist, around to her belly, and up to her aching breasts again. In a barely audible voice she whispered, “Please… That felt so good… Please…” Hayden allowed Alissa to guide his big hands back to her massive, firm and dangling breasts. He clenched and caressed them, letting her erect nipples slip between his kneading fingers. Alissa pleaded for him not to stop and he had no trouble complying with her request. Watching and feeling her breasts rise and fall with her deep breaths, and listening to her pant, Hayden continued to rub her nipples, squeeze them between his fingers, and fondle her full rack as Alissa squirmed with pleasure. A couple times he stopped stroking and gripped her breasts hard, moaning as he did so and imagining that he’d clutch her like that as he fucked her.Hayden shifted close to Alissa so that, as he massaged her breasts, she was aware of his arousal. His gigantic cock strained to be free, bulging in his shorts, pushing the seams of his briefs and aching for Alissa’s touch.“Over a year without sex and no one to make you cum!?” Hayden asked incredulously. “Oh Alissa, we are going to change that. You’ll like that won’t you?!”Releasing one hand from the huge, hard breast it was working, Hayden directed Alissa’s chin gently towards him in order to kiss her thick lips. He continued to rub and fondle her as they kissed. Alissa squirmed and bucked as their tongues and lips locked, he pressed his long, thick and fully erect cock against her, and he clenched and caressed her, as they kissed. They both moaned and sighed. She continued to squirm, yet Hayden held her tight in his strong arms, caressing her hard breasts and kissing her as she trembled with pleasure.“Your pussy is wet, isn’t it?!”, Hayden asked, holding her chin with one hand so he could look into her dark eyes as she answered. “Isn’t it?!” Hayden repeated, “Tell me your pussy is wet Alissa, tell me!”“Yes”, she managed to whimper.Hayden couldn’t stand it any longer. He loosened his shorts and briefs, slid them down his legs and let out his fully erect, thick and gigantic shaft. It wobbled with the force that he took off his shorts. He slapped it against Alissa’s bare waist as he reached for her hand, guided it towards him and placed it on his massive cock, now dripping with pre-cum. He moaned deeply as he felt Alissa grasp and stroke his full length.“Alissa, tell me you have a wet pussy and you want to cum!” Hayden demanded, “say it!”Providing Alissa with plenty of time to stop him if she wanted to, Hayden slowly reached down her bare belly, loosened her shorts, took them off, spread her legs, moved his big hands up the inner sides of her round thighs, placed his hands in her cotton thong and caressed her wet muff. She had completely lost control of this situation. Who was she kidding? The minute his hands had touched her skin, she’d thrown control out the window. Standing in front of him on legs that felt like jello, her shirt and bra shoved up above her breasts, she watched as Hayden pushed his shorts and underwear down.The need for sex had her in a haze. She didn’t think she’d ever felt this desperate. She’d certainly never bared her breasts outdoors, pleaded for a man to keep touching her, or replied to dirty talk. God, the talking was her undoing. Hayden was just a little aggressive, just a little demanding, a total 180 from any guy she’d been romantic with before. And she found it so hot she didn’t think she could stand it.His cock was huge, at least compared to the two she’d seen before. It jutted forward, hard and swaying. He moved, slapping his cock against her side.“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes widening from the little surprise. Then he guided her hand to him, wrapping her fingers around the thick, long shaft. “Ohhhhh…” she breathed, her tone low and reverent now. His skin was feverishly hot and smooth and soft, but it covered a hard, throbbing erection. Sliding her fist up and down in slow strokes, she saw a trickle of fluid weep from the tip.Hayden moaned as she pumped him. She was fascinated by him, by his restraint. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tense and tight. She was clenching her own pussy muscles with every movement of her hand, and the hot throbbing between her legs told her she was releasing her own trickle of fluid. Her fingers were getting slightly sticky as she rubbed his pre-cum over his shaft.She wondered what it tasted like. She’d only ever given a blow job once. It hadn’t been an enjoyable experience for her, and the guy hadn’t come in her mouth—she hadn’t wanted him to, and she’d never been curious about how that guy tasted. Hayden was different. She was curious about every aspect of his body, and his personality too.“Alissa,” he said in a low voice, interrupting her thoughts. “Tell me you have a wet pussy and you want to cum!”A hot pulse of desire washed through her at his words, and she licked her lips. She didn’t answer right away though.Hayden demanded a response. “Say it!”“I’m wet,” she whispered, her voice small and soft. She stared at his chest as she spoke. It felt so strange to say these things aloud, and the more vulgar words like pussy just wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She could use them in her head, but saying them out loud was too weird. “I’m really, really wet and I want you to make me…” Cum was another of those words. “I want you to…”He pushed her hands to her sides and unfastened her shorts. They fell to her ankles with a whoosh. He bent and guided her legs apart, tossing the shorts aside. She was exposed—outside in the middle of nowhere, fresh air swirling around her naked breasts and nearly naked pussy. The scrap of soaked cotton offered no cover, and within seconds, Hayden’s hands had stroked up her inner thighs and beneath the fabric anyway.She let out a tiny cry, almost a choked sob, as his fingers dipped between her drenched outer lips. She widened her stance a little more and leaned against him, smashing her breasts against his front, fisting her hands in his t-shirt, and burying her face in his chest. His hand elicited a squish with every movement and when he plunged a finger inside her, her hips started jerking of their own volition.Pleading noises tore from her throat and she squirmed against him, rubbing her nipples and her face against the fabric of his shirt, rocking against his hand. She felt crazy with desire and even though somewhere in her mind, she knew she’d be ashamed and embarrassed about her behavior later, right now, she couldn’t stop. The heightened velocity and tone of her breathing, the way she squirmed and trembled with desire, her soft sighs like a dove and plaintive moans, all with the repeated plunges of his finger in her wet, soft and warm slit, combined with how she clenched and buried her face in his shirt and rocked with the movement of his hand, and the sight of Alissa partially bare and exposed before him in her alluring and beautiful form, sent Hayden to a lofty state of arousal.He enjoyed giving her pleasure, about as much as receiving it himself, and was responsive to the subtle cues she was providing, more or less inadvertently, as to the status of her emotions and arousal. Because he was an alert and sensitive observer of nature, he was more in tune to her feelings now. Away from all the noise, machines and constant motion of the city, and amid the stillness and serenity of the forest, senses become more powerful and acute. One such as Hayden who consistently and frequently enters the forest, can begin to hear the faint wing-beats of a tiny bird, see the distant movements of an animal, smell the nearness of a stream or meadow and, using senses together, even feel an approaching storm. Hayden slid his finger back and forth, or moved it in a circular fashion, depending on the direction Alissa’s gentle sighs, subdued moans and pleasure induced shuddering took him.As Alissa and Hayden were so occupied, gusts of wind began sweeping over the canopy of the surrounding forest. The pines and firs around them began to sway, brush and groan together. A palpable dampness could be felt and detected by its fragrance in the air. With the increased wetness, movement, touching and groaning, nature seemed in sympathy with Hayden and Alissa’s elevated state of yearning for each other, and a perfect accompaniment to their mounting desire, yet Hayden recognized, due to his prolonged and extensive experience with such matters, that this was the probable precursor of a thunderstorm.A long period of time had passed from when Hayden last had sex and it was even quite a few days since he last pleasured himself, something he normally did every day, so his lengthy, stiffened cock strained for a release now. His balls were loaded with built up cum. He did not think he could bear to part with this beautiful brunette, a woman he was presently finger fucking and who was pleading with him not to stop, yet neither of them could afford to ignore this thunderstorm either. They were in a high and exposed place that was vulnerable to lightning strikes, much of their supplies, clothes and gear (including an expensive camera and pair of binoculars) remained outside, and the storm was moving swiftly towards them. Already there were thick clouds blotting out the brightness of the first stars to appear in the sky. This camping trip, the budding relationship between Hayden and Alissa (be it what it may) and their safety, was at stake if they did not get down off the ridge and move their gear.Perhaps they were getting too carried away by their desire anyway. The condoms Hayden kept for just such exigent circumstances, were down the ridge and in his tent. And was that really him talking dirty to her like that?!Reluctantly Hayden slowed the motion of his hand and began to withdraw from her.“Don’t stop!” Alissa pleaded, “why are you (huff) stopping?!”“There’s a storm coming, fast, and we’ve got to move from this high and exposed place and gather our things”, declared Hayden ruefully. “I’m sorry, but our trip, our safety, is at stake if we don’t act.”He did not tell her about the condom or much of anything else to explain his abrupt decision. Despite his occupation as an environmental lawyer, he wasn’t very articulate or descriptive sometimes. However he did manage to spit out something reassuring for her, “it isn’t you, you’re beautiful and there isn’t anything I’d like more than to continue, but this storm could hurt us.”Hayden, under his breath, cursed the circumstances, a vicious circle, that they found themselves in. Had they been safe in a building back home, this wouldn’t have happened, yet had they not gone on this camping trip, Alissa wouldn’t be with him now. It took Alissa a minute to register what Hayden was saying as he released her. When she did get that a storm was coming—and that she wasn’t—she took a few steps back, putting distance between them.“Right. Right, of course. We’ll hurry.” she said while re-hooking her bra. Her arousal made her breasts tender and her nipples super sensitive. Squeezing them back into the sports bra made her wince. She jerked down her shirt and found her shorts a few feet away.When she was dressed, she glanced at Hayden. He was dressed too, thank goodness.What had she been thinking? This wasn’t typical behavior for her. Letting him give her a backrub was one thing, but she’d let him take off her clothes and finger fuck her—out in public! And if he hadn’t been the one to stop it, she was pretty sure she would have let him fuck her with anything else he wanted, too. Based on what he knew of her so far, he had to think she was the type of girl who slept around and indulged in casual sex with strangers or almost strangers all the time. She’d been moaning and begging him not to stop, for God’s sake.Her cheeks burned and she couldn’t look Hayden in the eye as they made their way down the ridge and back to their camp. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the air felt sticky. Rain was definitely coming.“The weather report didn’t say anything about rain,” she said as they scrambled to get all their supplies inside their tents. She realized how stupid that sounded as the first few drops began to fall. Everyone knew weather forecasters weren’t always right.“Anyway,” she muttered. “I’ll see you in the morning. I’m going to my tent before the downpour starts.”She fled to the solace that waited behind her tent flap. Inside, her first order of business was to shed the uncomfortable bra. She stripped off her t-shirt and tossed it on the tent floor. The bra followed and she sighed in relief. Then she dumped out her backpack and searched through her clothing items for another pair of panties and the soft, spaghetti strap cami she knew she’d shoved in there.Her shorts joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor near the back of the tent. Her pile of clean clothing was near the front. She took off the clinging, wet thong and tossed it aside. She pulled out her package of personal cleaning wipes and swabbed between her legs.She bit back a moan as she moved the wipe over her clit, which was still sensitive and unsatisfied from what happened on the ridge. She put the wipe in her trash bag and crawled into her sleeping bag with her clean panties still in her hand. She burrowed deep inside the satiny interior of the padded bag and zipped it almost closed. Snuggled down in the darkness she could get her thoughts in order and finally calm down.Embarrassment made her cheeks burn even inside the sleeping bag. She hated how she’d behaved and couldn’t stand to dwell on what Hayden probably thought of her. Her whole body burned, and that wasn’t just due to embarrassment. It had been so long since a guy had touched her, and she’d been so close to orgasm when they’d had to stop and return to camp, she doubted she’d ever be able to go to sleep unless she did something about the tension in her body herself. Even though the campsite was sheltered in a grove of pines and firs, the wind gusts that preceded the storm were strong and they repeatedly rattled the tent that Hayden found himself alone in. The sound of the wind made his solitary tent seem more miserable and lonely than it actually was, for Alissa’s tent was just twenty yards away. Thunder cracked and strokes of lightening briefly lit up the campsite and cast the shadows of tree trunks and branches upon the tent.He wanted to see if Alissa was alright and more urgently, he wanted to continue what they started on the ridge, yet she seemed upset at him and he did not understand if she truly was or, if so, why. Maybe they would be together now, as he wished, if he could have been more articulate when the circumstances called for it. He cursed himself for not telling her about the condoms. He was frustrated with the approaching storm that he seemed to think would be here sooner than it was.Hayden couldn’t get his mind off Alissa. The scent of his face in her hair, the touch of her soft skin, the action of whisking off her thong, her little gasps and sighs as he grabbed her ass and fingered her pussy, . . he craved to hold her again. He HAD to hold her again. She was beautiful, curvy and alluring in form and just what he desired.He believed her when she told him that she hadn’t been with many men and not for a long time, over a year, for while she was undeniably passionate, responsive to his dirty talk, wet with desire and overall hungry for sex, she was awkward and innocent about it. It seemed to him that she had the right moves not from experience, but rather from an inner and burning ardor that had yet to be fully realized. She was a natural at sex, not a pro.Hayden listened to the rainfall and the swelling storm, cursing his luck, as he eased into clean boxers, a fresh undershirt and his sleeping bag. Pulling the zipper of the bag to his face he detected, despite having washed his hands at the riverbank, the intoxicating scent of Alissa’s pussy. His lengthy cock stiffened and his hand crept down impulsively, as it often did just before he went to sleep, to quench his desire.Reaching into his boxers while facing the top of the tent, he rested four fingers of his left hand on his balls, now swollen with cum, and touched palm and thumb to his thick and long staff. He caressed himself to full length with just the tips of his fingers, occasionally touching the sensitive cap of his immense cock with his thumb. Alissa’s gasps and sighs reverberated in his mind as he envisioned her round ass cheeks and massive breasts jiggling with each thrust of his thick and cum soaked cock. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft, partially coated his hand and collected in a slippery spot on his stomach, as he continued to fondle himself.Sliding his hand to his balls more quickly now, he let the upper half of his stiff yet supple cock wag back and gently slap on his stomach, moaning as he let it do so again and again. Breathing heavy, Hayden licked his lips while he thought of his face immersed in her hairy muff and his tongue eagerly lashing into, and tasting, Alissa’s warm and wet pussy. He imagined the feel, sight and scent of Alissa’s soaked, soft and warm cunt upon him and enveloping his whole shaft up to his trembling and cum-drenched balls. He leaned back, jerking his long, wet shaft, envisioning Alissa’s surging, cumming form with his immense cock immersed in her pussy and his hands clenching her bright white ass cheeks as she trembled with pleasure.Hayden stroked himself vigorously, thought of Alissa moaning as he fucked her and approached a climax, yet paused when he realized he wasn’t just thinking of Alissa moaning, she WAS moaning. No, she decided. No, she wouldn’t do anything about it herself. It wasn’t like she never touched herself. Without a boyfriend or any kind of dating life really, she had to have some kind of outlet for sexual tension. She usually felt kind of empty afterwards though—relaxed but semi-depressed about not having anyone in her life.She had enough problems on this camping trip without adding semi-depressed to the list. Wiggling around in the sleeping bag, she managed to get her panties on and find a comfortable position. She was just drifting off to the sound of the rain when she suddenly realized the dripping sounds didn’t seem like they were all outside the tent. She rolled onto her back in her bag and water soaked through the padding almost immediately.“Oh, no…” She was up and out of her bag in seconds, and standing in water. Something was wrong. The tent was leaking. Water was all over the floor. All her clothes and belongings were wet. She was getting wet. And cold. She couldn’t stay in here. Definitely couldn’t sleep in here.She unzipped the flap on her tent and peered out. Water poured out of the sky. Thunder rumbled and shook the ground. A flash of lightening revealed just how far she’d have to go to get to Hayden’s tent. She’d be soaked by the time she got there. And humiliated.She’d already been embarrassed when she’d fled to her tent earlier. Now she had to look even stupider because obviously she’d done something wrong with the tent. With a sigh she shoved her bare feet into her wet shoes and made a run for it, calling his name as she got closer. Heavy rainfall drenched the forest canopy above, the excess water from which pelted the tent with numerous and immense drops, as Hayden endeavored to determine if he really heard Alissa’s voice or if he was just hearing the trees groan with the intensity of the storm, or something else. Pausing to listen more intently he heard Alissa calling to him.Alissa’s voice sounded shaken and rueful. Hearing the plodding of her feet on the wet earth and the nearness of the sounds she was making, Hayden realized Alissa was no longer in her tent. Obviously something must be wrong for her to be out in the storm like this. Quickly jerking his boxers back on and unzipping his tent flap, Hayden beheld Alissa soaked and shaking before him.“What’s the matter, are you OK?!” he asked before realizing what she needed and making way for her. “Come in, please, you need to get dry and warm.”It took Alissa a minute to catch her breath, for she had been dashing through the storm to get there. “My tent flooded and my sleeping bag, clothes and everything is soaked,” she exclaimed. She was shivering involuntarily and intensely, folding her arms in a feeble attempt to warm herself in her meager and saturated apparel.“You’ve got to warm up and fast,” declared Hayden.“Tell me something I don’t know,” Alissa responded sarcastically, glaring at him.Hayden ignored the retort, realizing how dumb he must have sounded.“Well, to begin with you’ve got to get out of these waterlogged clothes.” Rarely did necessity and Hayden’s desires so thoroughly match like they did now.“Here, after you’ve taken that off and dried yourself, put these on.” Hayden handed her a sweatshirt and pants, and a warm towel.Alissa just looked back at him, shivering uncontrollably. She was really too cold, wet, tense and shocked to move much on her own.“Here, let me help you,” Hayden said tenderly “you’ve got to get warm and dry. You did the best thing by coming here. You’ll be warm in no time.”Alissa, still burning from feeling spurned before, raised her hand in a mild protest, yet Hayden helped take off her shirt and bra. Beneath her cold façade, she longed for his touch. Hayden began to dry off her upper body with the towel and massage her. He knew the rubbing action would help warm her and, hopefully, please her. It certainly pleased himself, for there was nothing he wanted more than to get in her shorts again.“I didn’t mean to leave you alone up there,” he told her as the rain continued to come down.In the uncertainty that ensued as Alissa rushed to his tent, Hayden lost his stiffness, yet now it returned with a vengeance. The sight of Alissa’s hard, massive and drenched bare breasts, aroused him. As he helped undress and dry Alissa, he couldn’t help massaging her body in a sexual way. His whole body ached for her. His massive cock stiffened and his breathing became heavy. He couldn’t see too well in the dark, but saw the dark outline of her hairy muff in her sopping panties. He longed to spread her legs and taste her.He looked into Alissa’s eyes and reached for her panties, saying as he did so, “this will help you to get warm.” She felt stupid and embarrassed and cold. Standing there dripping, in nothing but a clinging white top, her underwear, and soggy shoes, she shivered and wished she’d never come on this trip. Who was she to think she could handle herself in the outdoors? She was a math nerd who belonged behind a computer. Deciding to reinvent herself was turning out to be one of the dumbest things she’d ever done.Hayden told her to take off her wet clothes, but she couldn’t move. All she could do was stand there and shake, frozen by a combination of fear and humiliation and genuine cold. So he took off her top. She didn’t stop him, but she dropped her eyes, unwilling to look at him as he began to dry her, rubbing the towel up and down her arms, over her shoulders, across her back, against her belly, and finally, on her breasts. The friction of the terrycloth was a slightly rough caress, and he teased her breasts with it, nudging her hard, pouting nipples and massaging the soft, smooth skin.She still couldn’t look at him, but her breathing was ragged, her lips parted.“I didn’t mean to leave you alone up there,” he told her as the rain continued to come down.“It was my fault. I should have brought the storm cover thing for the tent.” She sighed and willed herself not to cry. “I just… I was stupid. I didn’t think I’d need it.”Hayden slid the towel down to her hips and dropped to his knees in front of her. At his suggestion, she kicked off her wet shoes and he dried her legs and feet, rubbing the towel over her toes, her calves, her knees, her thighs. She could barely breath, and although she was still cold and her skin was still covered in gooseflesh, she felt hot inside, especially low in her belly.He pushed against her knee and she moved her feet a little wider apart. The towel dried the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and rubbed against her pussy through the wet, clinging cotton of her panties. She let out an audible gasp, squeezed her eyes shut, and dropped the sweatshirt and pants that she’d been clutching in her hands.All of the need and desire she’d finally managed to stifle when she’d crawled into her sleeping bag came back in full force. Her nipples tightened painfully and she whimpered as he continued to rub the towel against the cleft between her thighs.Then the towel was gone. She still didn’t open her eyes, afraid to see judgment on his face, afraid he’d think she was a slut for behaving like this. “Look at me,” he said. He had to repeat it a couple of times before she obeyed.When she did meet his gaze in the dim light of the tent, he rested his hands on her hips and slid his thumbs into the waistband of her panties.“This will help you to get warm,” he whispered as he pulled them down to her ankles.She stepped out of them, now completely naked with him still kneeling in front of her. She lightly pulled on his arm until he stood too, and then she pressed against him, smashing her breasts against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist, and burying her face against his shoulder. Her voice was muffled as she asked for what she wanted—needed. “Hayden. Please touch me. Please… And no stopping this time.” He rose slowly, gently touching his lips and slightly whiskered cheeks to her bare thighs, pausing to catch the arousing scent of her midriff, clutching her enticing curved hips and ass cheeks, admiring and moistening her erect nipples and full breasts, and listening to her whimper as he whisked her panties to her ankles.Gently lifting her chin up with his finger tips, Hayden looked into Alissa’s eyes and smiled when she told him not to stop. He felt a rush of warmth, like an electric current that coursed through his whole body, when Alissa pressed her naked body upon him.As the fitful storm surged outside and the rain continued to fall, he felt a storm of lust rising within. Hayden desired to caress and kiss every inch of Alissa’s beautiful body, smell the sweet fragrance from, and taste, her wet pussy, and watch her eyes and listen to her moan as he clenched her trembling body and his lengthy cock slid and churned in her wet, warm velvet.Taking off his shirt, he remained still for a moment to enjoy the sensation of Alissa’s embrace. Her shoulder length hair felt like silk upon his bare chest. He held her tight upon him with his upper arms as he ran his hands through her hair, feeling her massive bare breasts heave and subside with her deep breaths. She sighed like a dove. He treasured how she clutched his waist like she couldn’t bear to part with him.The only clothing that remained between them were his boxers. As Alissa and Hayden embraced, his gigantic erection pressed on Alissa’s stomach and sides. A spot of pre-cum existed where his sensitive purple head pressed against the fabric.He kissed her while clutching and kneading, with both hands, Alissa’s massive breasts. The more pleasure he provided the more he received in return. He felt her body surge, her breathing becoming heavier and her movements more erratic and pronounced as lust took control. He kept his hands clutched on her breasts as he gradually dropped to his knees, halting to moisten her nipples with his tongue along the way.Hayden, breathing heavily into Alissa’s muff, looked up to her eyes. “I dried you off with the towel, yet you’re still so wet here,” he told her with mock surprise before immersing his fingers and face between her legs. Alissa cried out when Hayden plunged his fingers inside her. Her body was charged, moving of its own volition and all she could do was feel and give in to it. He buried his face in her crotch, smelling her, kissing her, nuzzling her. And all the while, his fingers were moving inside her.She moaned his name and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her legs were trembling. How long could she stay standing with him doing this to her? She squeezed his deltoids and let her hands wander to his neck, stroking, caressing upwards until her fingers were tangled in his hair.His tongue nestled between the folds of her cleft and found her clit. Her whole body jerked when he pressed it with his tongue. “Hayden,” she gasped, pulling at his hair. “Oh, God… I can’t… Oh, God…” Her knees were threatening to buckle. His fingers were pumping in and out. His tongue was licking back and forth. And the sensations were all about to spill over. She was so close to coming. And she didn’t want to fall over.“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait…” Tugging on his hair, she pulled his head back and lowered herself to her knees with a sigh of relief. His fingers stopped moving inside her, though he didn’t pull his hand away. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stand up anymore.”It was dark in the tent. She could barely make out his face, so she didn’t know what his reaction to her interruption was. She didn’t want him to mistake the interruption for a cue to stop. Cradling his face in her hands, she traced his lips—damp with her juices—with her fingers. Leaning in, she delicately licked at his lower lip. “I can taste myself on you,” she breathed before covering his mouth with hers and thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. Here was a woman after his own heart. Alissa was passionate, uninhibited and lustful, yet not in a mechanical way that comes with force or the taint of money.Hayden thoroughly enjoyed bringing Alissa to the brink of coming; feeling her bare body quiver and jerk with the thrusts of his fingers in her cleft and tongue on her slippery clit, tasting her wetness, breathing the pleasing scent of her arousal and exertions, and, with his face burrowed between her trembling thighs, feeling her tug on his hair and clench his muscular arms and neck. He desired to bring her to the brink again, and as many times thereafter as he could, so that when she finally did come it would be powerful and unearthly.He wanted Alissa to do the same for him, yet did not know how long he could resist before coming himself. Already he had gone far too many days without coming, and too long this day in clenching her luscious ass cheeks and massive breasts as he lapped at her clit, listening to her little dovelike sighs as he slid his fingers in her wet snatch, running his hands along her bare, well-shaped back, and so much more. He felt if Alissa wrapped her thick lips around his gigantic, stiff, pre-cum soaked shaft now, he would soon spray come all over the back of her throat.Even now, as he locked his mouth with hers and they both tasted her juice on his lips and tongue - God he loved that this made her horny! - , his lengthy cock was aching to feel the soft inside of her cheeks as she sucked him, as far as she could go, up close to his balls and, as she groaned with pleasure, burst with come deep inside her.Hayden, with his stout arms, held Alissa’s head and upper body tightly as the two of them remained for a long time with their lips locked together. Unable to get enough of each other, or sufficient air through their nasal passages with their passionate and energetic kisses, they both gasped and gulped for air at the end of long pauses. Hayden enjoyed the sensation of running out of air with her. He imagined it would be like that, both of them gasping for air, as she came on his gigantic, come-spurting cock.As they kissed Hayden worked a hand down Alissa’s narrow back, alternately stroked her soft thighs, clenched her bright ass cheeks and slowly returned his attention and fingers to her pussy. With one hand he held the back of her head and with the other caressed and teased her clit. Alissa spread her legs as she kneeled so that Hayden could get the best angles. He was getting off on feeling her rise; breathing heavier, trembling, sighing and gulping for air. He released her again as she approached coming.“Next time my lips meet yours,” Hayden asserted, “I want to taste my cock on your lips.” Alissa’s whole body quivered with need, but his words definitely penetrated the haze in her brain. “Come here,” she said, her voice low and thick.They moved onto Hayden’s sleeping bag and she pushed gently against his shoulders until he laid back. She was both terrified she’d do this wrong and intrigued at the idea of tasting him. Hesitating for a moment, she tried to decide how she should position herself. Finally she settled on her knees between his legs and bent forward.Her hair fell down around her face and shoulders, and she swiped at it with her hand a few times before giving up and just focusing on the erect cock in front of her. Wrapping her fingers around him, she gently squeezed and pumped her hand up and down a few times. Then she held him still and took the head of his cock into her mouth.She wished she could see him, see his reaction to get an idea of if this was working, but her hair was in the way. So she just went with it and swirled her tongue around the hot skin, caressing and tasting him. Salty, heady, strong. His taste in her mouth. His smell in her nose. She felt filled by him—which she was, in a way, but still, this was a new experience for her and she was struck by the intimacy of it.Opening wider, she took a little more of him and laved her tongue against the base of his cock, moaning softly. Alissa’s hesitations and moments of indecision, like a butterfly fluttering around a flower, only served to heighten Hayden’s arousal. Beyond providing evidence of her innocence and therefore leading him to believe he could take her by the hand on the pathway to repeated climax and dominate her as he desired, her brief pauses bestowed immense physical pleasure for him. For even while Hayden subjugated, he enjoyed being teased.Feeling her silken hair flit around his gigantic erect cock, now so close to Alissa’s thick and enticing lips that he sensed each of her exhalations, he waited for the butterfly - in the form of her mouth - to perch upon him. He groaned deeply, squirmed and trembled with pleasure when Alissa grasped his lengthy stiff shaft and stroked him.When Hayden felt her soft moist lips wrap around, and her tongue caress, his receptive purple helmet, his massive cock surged with such an overwhelming sense of contentment that had she not been keeping him still he would have thrust his shaft immediately and recurrently to the back of her throat in his eagerness to cum. As Alissa’s tongue and lips generously worked their way further down his shaft, Hayden’s muscular legs, accustomed to frequent and extensive hikes in the wilderness, clung tighter to Alissa’s bare thighs. With taut arms he reached out to move his hands through her hair and caress her head as it bobbed on his erect cock. Hayden groaned with satisfaction as Alissa lavished her tongue around his purple cap, made her way further down his lengthy shaft and, straining in the attempt, just about reached his balls with her tongue.Alissa’s movements, despite her obvious inexperience, were passionate and stimulating. She was a natural at this.“Alissa you are astounding,” declared Hayden in between deep groans, “this comes so effortlessly for you and yet you are so capable, so gifted.” He could hardly get any words out of his mouth, for she was providing so much pleasure to him that he alternately and involuntarily groaned, inhaled and exhaled deeply, clenched his teeth and contorted his face in various ways. “Oh Alissa, suck my cock honey!”With his rigid flesh concealed in the veil of her silky brown hair and her massive breasts lightly kissing the inside of his firm thighs, Alissa slurped and smacked her lips as she slid his shaft, as much as possible, repeatedly into her mouth and deeper in her throat. Alissa held her head fairly still sometimes while lavishing Hayden’s massive pulsing cock and fleshy cap with her tongue.Squeezing Alissa’s bare thighs between his legs, Hayden sensed by her quickened, ardent and reflexive movements that she was deeply aroused. Hayden’s shaft now drenched with her saliva and his dripping pre-come, surged and throbbed within her thick lips. The next time she lifted her head to obtain a deep draft of air, his cock hovered on the verge of spurting an immense storage of come on her face, neck and breasts.Hayden reached for a ribbed condom and demanded, “Alissa, honey, I need your pussy! Move on me. Let me feel that wet pussy sliding and coming on my cock!” Hayden’s words of encouragement and the feel of his hands in her hair drove Alissa on. The sounds of his groans and ragged breathing combined with the taste and feel of his hard shaft in her mouth aroused her even more. Her nipples were hard and the sensations that rushed through her body as they grazed against his thighs left her moaning and clenching her pussy muscles.Finally she lifted her head and gasped for air.“Alissa, honey, I need your pussy! Move on me. Let me feel that wet pussy sliding and coming on my cock!”She needed his cock too, but she still hesitated. Then she moved as if she were in slow motion, throwing one leg over his hips and hovering above him, unsure what to do next. “I, ummm…” She couldn’t admit she wasn’t sure how to go about this—at least in this position, so she let her voice trail off and settled for just resting her hands on his chest and tracing the lines of his pecs with her fingertips. With strands of pre-come from Hayden's stiff, lengthy cock dribbled on Alissa’s chin, cheeks, neck and bulbous lips, Hayden, in the darkness of the tent, wilderness and night, ran his large and muscular hands down the small of her lithe back. The mound of her pussy, engorged with increasing blood flow and drenched with pre-come, hovered just above his long, aching tube of hard flesh, just recently removed from her throat. The scent of her sweat and wet pussy drove him wild with anticipation of fucking her.Sensing her hesitation, Hayden rose to his knees. With his hands placed at the small of her back, Hayden directed Alissa around so that they both faced the opening of the tent. He inched forward, combining his taut and muscular chest to her bare back, and pressing his massive tube of erect flesh upon her curved, soft, white ass cheeks. Alissa tilted her head to the side and wrapped her arms around Hayden’s neck and head, kissing him and jutting her gigantic breasts, so much oversized in proportion to her slight frame, outward as Hayden fondled them.With his hands Hayden encouraged Alissa to lean forward. As she did so she spread her bare thighs. Hayden pressed his aching cock and massive balls, full with the accumulated semen from many days, into the wet, warm folds of Alissa’s pussy. While putting her weight on one arm, Alissa gripped Hayden’s massive cock with her free hand and fed it to her hungry pussy, both of them loudly moaning as she did so.“There you go honey” Hayden reassured and encouraged her, “rub that wet pussy on my cock. Slide that pussy on my cock honey!” He gripped Alissa’s bright, bulbous ass cheeks and repeatedly thrust and slid his gigantic, wet cock in her famished pussy. “Move on my cock, baby” Hayden urged Alissa on, “come on my cock, move that pussy on my cock!”Moving one of his hands from Alissa’s ass cheek to her neck and chin, Hayden held her ass down with one muscular arm and lifted her upper frame higher and towards him as he fucked her. He did this in part because he could get his cock further into her and in part so he could better see her massive breasts jiggling with each of his thrusts. He felt her sliding further, with each thrust, down his shaft until she touched his balls with her wetness. With no one to hear them for miles, Hayden and Alissa moaned raucously and gutturally, and shouted whatever they desired. Their faces jutted out of the opening of the tent where, as Hayden repeatedly slid his massive cock in Alissa’s wet pussy, they felt the refreshing, clean and cool air of the surrounding wilderness. The rain subsided yet the forest was still heavy with moisture. It made the sweet scent of the firs and pines stronger, yet not as strong as the fragrance of sweat and come.At intervals Hayden slowed his thrusts, leaned forward, brushed back Alissa’s silky hair and whispered softly in her ear. With his gigantic tube of erect flesh deep in her wet pussy, Hayden insisted he was about to come and that Alissa needed to come too.Clutching one of her bulbous bright white ass cheeks with his muscular hand, and gripping her bare neck with the other, Hayden resumed sliding his lengthy staff into Alissa’s wet, hungry pussy. Her ass cheek was sweaty, yet Hayden kept a firm grip upon it as it trembled with each thrust of his cock in Alissa’s pussy.“Come with my cock!” Hayden demanded, “come with me Alissa!”“Fuck me, fuck me!” Alissa demanded, shouting into the depths of the forest.Hayden and Alissa’s cries of pleasure echoed off nearby cliffs and returned to their tent.“Move that pussy on my cock” groaned Hayden, “come on my cock baby!”Hayden’s thrusts came at shorter intervals, each breath became heavier, and his groans louder and more pronounced until Alissa, who was breathing heavier and moaning loudly along with him, suddenly stopped her movement and clutched at Hayden’s body. Hayden felt Alissa’s pussy pulse. He thrust his cock as deep into her as he could, spurting loads of his sperm into Alissa’s warm, silky and wet pussy.Hayden held Alissa tight as she squirmed upon him. Alissa’s mouth was wide open yet no words came out. He struggled to keep his gigantic, throbbing cock tight on her pulsing pussy as he continued to gush with sperm.“Fuck, fuck!” shouted Alissa with pleasure, as her voice returned. She clutched at Hayden and felt his massive wet shaft surge and gush his semen deep inside her. Hayden groaned and gripped Alissa’s bulbous bright ass cheek and bare throat tightly as he emptied his massive balls, filled with copius amounts of sperm accumulated over many days, into Alissa’s pussy.Hayden, exhausted and sweaty, collapsed on top of Alissa and the forest floor, her come-filled pussy still pulsing with Hayden’s gigantic, wet and spent cock. The thick, profuse and extensive fir branches overhead made the darkness seem impenetrable, as even the light from the moon and stars was unable to filter through such a mass. Alissa gripped Hayden’s hand tightly as he led her into the forest. Conscious of how the rough trail might feel on her bare feet, Hayden moved slowly and cautiously, and offered encouragement.“It isn’t far.”The ground wasn’t as harsh on her feet as she originally thought. She moved easily and silently, like the wind or a passing cloud, over the well worn, dirt trail. It even felt good to touch the earth with her bare feet. So novel was the sensation, together with the intriguing and mysterious sounds of the surrounding wilderness and the company of a muscular man who had only just finished filling her with sperm from his gigantic cock, that it seemed as if she hadn’t really walked before.Feeling the earth beneath her feet, listening to the wind as it swept in fitful gusts over the canopy of the forest, and breathing in the moist, refreshing scent of the adjacent woods recently drenched by a passing storm, Alissa felt more alive than she ever had been. She understood why Hayden liked camping so much. She began to like it too.Gradually the sound of the wind gave way to that of flowing water. Emerging from the dark forest, her sight returned. Hayden turned to her, smiling broadly. Behind him loomed a waterfall with a calm natural pool at its base.Their bare bodies came together in an embrace. Her firm, young, bulbous and large breasts pressed upon his burly chest as they kissed. She felt his massive cock stiffen upon her stomach. She had come to the pool to clean off the come and sweat, yet she now desired more of the same. It appeared Hayden did too.Alissa gently gripped his lengthy, hardening, supple and massive tube of flesh. As she did so, Hayden groaned with pleasure. At first Hayden’s titanic cock was flexible like a garden hose in her hand, yet as she stroked and jerked him to full length, it stiffened like dry cement.She desired to be face to face with Hayden the next time he repeatedly plunged his wet cock in her, to be able to watch his eyes closely as he fucked and filled her. She’d do just about anything for it, together with the sensation of coming with the spurting tube of flesh inserted in her pussy.“Alissa, honey, do you want some more of my cock?!” Hayden demanded to know. “Then wrap those pretty lips around my cock.” { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Into the Wild (Closed for Goldenpalomino)

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Drake Stone was born some time in the Early years of Rome's birth and when he turned twenty three he was injured on a battle field. A stranger known only to him as Sire, came long and offered him a chance to live again, destroy his enemies and be stronger and faster than anyone around him. Taking the offer Drake died a human death and came back as something much more sinister. He succeeded in killing all of his enemies and his blood lust as a vampire only grew as the years went on. However after almost three hundred years of fighting he came to realize that he had much more fun bending and molding minds to do his bidding rather than just killing and feeding. Perfecting this skill took him around the world, molding men and women world wide and taking them from rich positions to licking his boots and sitting on their knees happily below him.Now in the year 2012 nothing had changed. He lived in a large estate outside of the city limits in Houston, Texas and rather enjoyed the state laws. His home was eight bedrooms, ten bathrooms, two kitchens ( one much larger than the other), a massive living room and dining room, three floors and well over one hundred acres of forest around him. His years on the earth and his collections earned him a pretty penny in this day and age.The third and second floors of his home were normal, but the basement was completely different. No walls, no stairs, just a huge empty space that held the same devices for torture and bondage that most castle dungeons held. The only room in the basement was a confinement area. Barely large enough for a single twin sized bed. A working toilet and sink with a small flap at the bottom of the steel door for food. The roof had holes in it for air but there was no lights at all.On the far wall as you entered the room were all of his correctional 'toys' which he used to shape and mold the humans to his will. Today was a special day. His last slave passed away due to a car wreck on her way home so he was in search of a new one to shape and mold. He normally went after naturally submissive females who were a bit upper class but not too much. He also looked for the one's that had little to no family. Friends didn't matter. His last slave had several friends but she would only speak to them when he allowed her.Sitting at a local cafe in the city at about thee in the after noon he despised how the sun weakened him slightly but it was better than burning to a crisp like the humans all thought from movies. He was across the street from a local college so he had prime pickings of the females that were there. As he sat his midnight black hair was short and spiked on his head, a pair of eerie crystal blue eyes scanned the scene. His face was gorgeous with smooth tanned skin, not dark but enough that made it seem like he got out a bit. He was wearing a nice black silk dress shirt with the top two buttons undone showing a nice white under shirt that was tight to his well sculpted chest. Built much like a swimmer he was very muscular all over, but his muscles weren't huge and bulky, they were tight and toned. His pants were a pair of nice blue jeans and a pair of black docker dress boots. Looking at the Fossil watch he was wearing nothing about him yelled 'rich', but a lot of the college girls knew him from the paper and how he was a billionaire due to the rare arts he collected.Resting his chin on the webbing between his thumb and index finger he simply watched the human's at the campus looking at him and chatting, his ears picking up how hot he was, how they would love to get him in bed, but the one catching his attention was the one who was looking and talking, but not saying anything excessively vulgar about him, mainly focusing on the small things like eye color or sense of style for someone so wealthy. He was sitting at a normal coffee shop, dressed casually and not bragging about his life, that's what he wanted someone to notice. Victoria Welsh, was twenty-one and on her way to becoming a brain surgen. Life, was mostly school work, then school and more work. She had one real friend that she knew for a few years now. But even she was all that of a friend to Vic. It was bad enough,that Victoria was on the, more heavy side. Bolder curves, but her larger size seems to keep men at bay. They dont even look at her, so she assumes she isnt worth anyones time. Thus, she is a more silent type young woman.Her hair was golden wheat, her lips full and pin, bright green eyes, and a few freckles on her sun kissed skin. Her chest, was large, her thighs thick, and her bum round. She doesnt really wear, all that flattering clothing though. Trying to hide her larger scaled self, she wears, slightly larger clothing.One day, the school was closed, and so her and her one 'friend' were walking over to the coffee shop that she works at across the street."Oh wow! He is there again! Look how sexy he is? What I would give to get with him?" Her friend says as they stand there waiting to cross the street. Vicky held her few books to her chest and glances over to him nervously. Right away his icey blue eyes caught her interest, and he had a dashing smile, and strong jawline. She wasnt really looking at him, the way her friend was."Do you even like guys? I never see you with any?" Her friend teases knowing exactly why she doesnt hang around men. Vicky sighs with her head low, and sees it was safe to cross the shop. Holding the books to her chest, and looking down. She walked past him at the table and walks in. Speaking was something else she doesnt do often. So she is glad she just has to make the coffees and past them down to the people who talk and are better with people. Drake watched the slightly heavier female walk past him and smirked a bit as she walked behind him. She was a bit larger than all of the other females he'd seen or owned, but she had the right mind set. She'd been hurt, she didn't think she was suitable for men at all let alone men that looked like him. Which means that once she did come to like and enjoy what he did and made her feel, she'd be beyond loyal for fear that she'd loose him.Smiling a bit he stood up with his cup and walked over to the counter that she was behind and tapped the bell to grab her attention. When she turned around he offered a polite smile as he looked right into her eyes and mentally sent her a little image of her lying on a bed, him walking up to her without a shirt on and bending down to kiss and lick along her neck. He'd start it off small and easy, just small day dreams here and there. Getting into her head and her dreams."Excuse me. Can I have a refill?" Victoria had her back tot he counter as she was cleaning couters and filling up other trays of cookies and brownies. When she hears the bell, she figures the girl who takes orders would take it. But the bell rung a few more times. With a sigh, she turns around confused, and then more embarrassed seeing him there. Looking into her eyes. Right away images poped in her head and she shook them out so confused. That, that wasnt like her. At least, not in publiic working. When he asked for a refill, her hand slowly reaches for the cup, and her eyes didnt look into his again. Her stance showed she was nervous, a shy girl, who had confilct with herself, and the world.Victoria asked what table ten ordered and was told what he got and then she refils it perfectly like he ordered it. Then turns around, not saying a word, hardly breathing, and hands it back to him. Softly she nods telling him to have a good day. And then rushed to the back to get things for the trays out here. But mostly to get away to hide and cool down her blushing. Drake watched her rush off and smiled as he looked at his tea. Chuckling a bit he pulled out a napkin and wrote a message on it before handing it to a waiter and pointing to her as he told the boy to hand it to her. He then gave him a twenty just to hand it to her as Drake left the cafe. When the waiter found her he handed the note to her."This is from the guy that you gave the refill too. Guy paid me twenty bucks just to hand you a note."He said with a chuckle as he walked off. The napkin read, "No need to be so nervous. I wasn't going to bite you, honestly I just wanted to know your name. You're very cute."He'd leave her with that little notion that someone who looked like him and had the money that he had, ignored everyone else there that he could possibly flirt with to give her a silent compliment on how cute he found her. Under his message was his name. Drake. Vicky was just about to walk out with the fresh baked brownies, when Johnny gave her a note. SHe hears who it was from, and her face burns hot red again. After setting everything up, she goes to the back for her break and reads the note. The words were confusing, specially when he said she was cute. She didnt believe it. It had to be another prank or something. With a sigh, she just tosses it in the trash, and sits down on the stairs. Not knowing why she was always pranked about that kinda stuff.She finished her work day at seven, and then heads to her small apartment a few blocks over. Walking there, she couldnt help but, maybe hope it wasnt a joke this time. That someone would really actually be, interested in a woman like her. But when she remembers the last three pranks, her head drops lower and hurries home to just forget this.Why is it fun to pick on me...She thought to her self as she kicks her shoes off, and then walks to her room to grab her sleeping wear. Filling up the tub with hot water and some bubbles to relax. She doesn have school or work tomorrow, so she was going to soak all the problems away. Once in the tub, she sighs and closes her eyes to calm down. Drake was sitting at home when he felt how she reacted to her note as he sighed. Ah, so she was a bit broken then too? Maybe she wasn't the female he wanted. Broken one's tended to be too over emotional and hard to win over due to whatever caused their issues. Sighing he opened his mind to hers and decided to try one more time with her. He put an image of himself into her head. He was holding her against a bed, pinning her arms above her head and kissing her lips deeply. His bare chest grazing and pressed against her bare breasts while his hips naked hips and cock were pressing against her hips. His cock rubbing along her inner thigh.Holding her down like he was, was allowing her to feel his dominance and to feel what it was like to give yourself over to someone. He let this little day dream continue in just heated passion, no sex yet, just touching, kissing and grinding to see how she'd react. Vicky was just about to fall into a slight sleep, when thoughts, danced in her head. They felt real, and like n daydream she has had. Her head jerks up and she sits there looking around, not sure why she was thinking such thoughts."God..I know he is handsome and all...but....I need to calm down..."She sighs and couldnt help, even in a tub, feel herself getting a bit, frazzled and arroused. Blushing she closed her thighs and felt her chest feeling her nipples were arroused as well. Vicky doesnt know how this happened!? It was weird, and pointless...right? A guy like him, cant...cant really want to know her name? OR think she was cute? Right? It goes against all nature laws for a guy like him to like a girl like her. She drains the tub and slips in her little shorts and tanktop. Then rushed to bed,laying there staring at the ceiling. As she lays there, that last dayddeam poped in her head and now, she hates how she was arroused, badly. She groans and rolls onto her side trying to fight the funny feeling between her thighs. Vicky knows its one of those nights, where she will have to take care of it....herself., again. Drake sighed a bit as he let the day dream fade off. She was really fighting this. What the hell happened to her that she fought it so hard? Shrugging he simply dropped by the cafe for the next few days making subtle hints here and there. Always trying to talk to her if she was around and on the last day he left a rose of the table with her name on a note for it. In the note was also a little message for her."Believe it or not I am attracted to you. Those stick figure models do nothing for me but disgust me. I don't know who put it in your head that all males love models, but you're wrong on that note. Drake." The next few days when she was working, she saw him, and she would always see him looking at her. Vicky would glance around to see if there was anyone around her, but there never was. SHe was scared that this was just another joke. She would blush, and hate her self for letting him think she too thought he was rather attractive. But who was she kidding? He knew that.It wasnt till one day, there was a rose as she was cleaning up the tables as the shop was closing. She was going to give it to Sally, when she saw, it was her name on the note. Her head dashes around seeing if anyone was here. Then she reads it. Vicky, didnt know what to do. This, seems pretty thought out for just a prank on the chubby girl? Naturally, her niave and innocent side wanted to believe that some can actually like a girl like her. She really really wants to think that. But ther hurt and scared part, was telling her to stop being stupid. Though, she cant help, but smile and blush a bit.It happened, she got a crush on him. Drake came back to the coffee shop the next day with a book in his hand and his tea in the other. He'd held off on giving her dreams simply because he wasn't sure if she was worth it. She may be took damaged to actually work with. A little shyness was fine here and there, but she'd been tortured by males and convinced that she was ugly and no man would go for her without it being a prank. That annoyed him greatly. Sighing as he sat there taking a sip from his tea he was sitting there minding his own business as she was walking through to serve some people.It was then that Drake saw a group of boys sitting there laughing at her and as she walked by one of them stuck his foot out. Drake moved out of his seat fast and hooked one arm under her breasts, catching her as she fell, while his other hand guided the tray she was holding so that she didn't spill anything. He then pegged a mean glare to the boy who'd tripped her and handed her the tray back. Despite the fact that she was a bit larger he easily handled her with one arm and set her on her feet."Are you alright?"He asked as he handed her the tray. When the boy tried standing up, Drake kept his eyes on her and gripped the boys shoulder and pressed his ass right back into the seat. Giving her a smile he turned to the boy and squeezed his shoulder painfully."Pull a stunt like that again boy, and I'll take you outside and throw your ass in the garbage where you belong."He said with a low dangerous tone then looked at the table of boys."I think you boys should leave."He said as he lifted the boy right out of the chair by his shirt. The boys were about eighteen or nineteen and Drake handled them like they were three. He tossed the one outside on his face and let the others follow to pick him off of the floor before looking back at Vicky. The new day and it was going ok, though she was getting worried that maybe she was too late to even even give him her name. When she saw him finally coming in though, a boy triped her, and she thought she was going to spill everything all over her. Though, there was a strong arm suddenly around her chest and she was set up on her feet, and her tray was handed back to her. Her green eyes widen as she stares at him handling them perfectly. When they were gone, she just looks up to him, since he was much taller. Her face burning hot red, and her eyes stuck stairing into his eyes.Her little hand brushes some of her hair from her face behind her ear, and she stuttered a bit,and looks to her feet, then back to his eyes."Th-thankyou......Ummm......I-Im..Victoria..but..but...I like to be called Vicky."She said shyly, and then pointed to his usually table. IT was opened and cleared off for him. She was trying to calm down, but this was all new to her really. LIke really knew."I..Ummms...loved the rose....it...was....beautiful. Red is my favorite color."She smiled a very soft smile, it took her so much courage alone to smile in front of him. Drake smiled as he heard her voice and chuckled a bit. She did have a very sweet voice. Quiet yes, but very sweet."Vicky it is then. You really do not need to be shy around me Vicky. I honestly truly like you. If this were a game or a prank, I would have informed you by now. I'm far too old for games and what not. At least of that kind and those kinds of games are cruel. I only play those on women who think themselves above everyone. I do those games to remind them that not everyone wants them. Now. Red is your favorite color? May I ask what you find so appealing about it?"He liked that she loved red, that was one of his favorite colors as well."Red is described as anger, rage, hate, blood. What do you see when you think of the color red?"He asked as he was mainly striking up a simple conversation to get her used to talking freely with him. She felt embarrassed hearing him telling her that she doesn't have to be so shy around him. It wasn't just him, she was like this with everyone. But more so around him, cause first, she is still in shock that he was talking to her, and let alone, looking at her. When brought up red was his favorite color she giggled. That all changed when he asked why she loved her. Her face flushed red and she cups her cheeks looking down at her shoes."Ooh..well..ummmm...is also the color of lust, desire, romance, temptation..and love...I....umm...I don't know...I just....yeah....Red is my favorite color."Vicky was a hopeless romantic, and loved steamy erotic romance books. IT was the closest she could get to a romance. Sad, she knows. But what else could she do on the lonely nights, in a big lonely bed? Her green eyes look up to him cautiously to see what he was going to say to her about why it was her favorite color. Drake listened to her and smiled as he nodded."Well those are very good reasons. Pretty much why I love the color red as well. Red along with Black are such looked down upon colors because everyone only thinks negative when seeing them, they don't think about the positive possibilities. Very good answer Vicky."He said as he smiled at her then looked at his watch."Well, if memory serves, you're getting off now. Would you allow me to walk you home? I promise this isn't me stalking you, it's just me being polite."He said as he smiled at her and drank the rest of his tea as he tossed the cup into the garbage can and waited for her response. She listens to him hearing him say that she gave a good answer. This made her giggle a bit and then felt like she did something right. And Vicky completely agreed with him. That people though only negative about those colors. And before she knew it, he was asking to walk her home. It would be very bold of her to say yes. She, stood there looking at the clock on the wall. And well, she doesnt see harm in this. So, she smiles up to him."Ok, its only three blocks from here. I have to go sign out. Be back."HEr voice already seemed more relaxed around him and she had this new little spring to her step as she ran to the back, and came back a few minutes later with a sweet smile on her face. Vicky walks outside with him, and leads him to her apartment a few blocks away. Drake smiled at her and nods as he waited for her then as he sees her come back he smiled, happy to see the spring in her step and the glow to her smile. Nodding he walked with her and as they walked he kept a comfortable distance with her, about half an arms length and was just talking to her about random things. What she was in school for, what she wanted to do when she got out of school, if she'd been anywhere other than here.As they got closer to her home he smiled a bit as she seemed to be relaxing around him quite a bit more. Chuckling a bit he shook his head."My my. It took me about a week to get your name. I wonder how long some have tried to get your phone number?"He asked as he made a joke and smiled, giving her a soft one armed hug, letting her feel the hard muscle hidden reasonably well under his loose shirt. As they walked to her place Vicky had no problem sharing things such as why she was in college, or what she wanted to do once she was out. She told him she was in college to become a brain surgen, and when she got out, hopefully working in some of the best hospitals.Once she was standing outside her building's door, she hears him cracking a joke about getting her number. And she only nervously laughed when his big arm huged her. Vicky, bit her lip and takes a sercret deep breath to calm her self down. Then reaches in her pocket to pull out a pen then grabs his hand. She writes down her cell number on his hand and then puts her pen away."If your serious about still talking to me and such..here you go. She stood there looking up to him as he read her number. Drake was a bit surprised about her giving him her number but he smiled and pulled out his smart phone. He tapped in her number and put her name under the ID. Once she was in he sent her a text saying thank you and smiled as he heard her phone buzz from the message."I do believe you have a message from me Vicky. I don't believe you work tomorrow and honestly I'm all tea'd out, so if you would like to get some lunch I'm up for it if you are. We can discuss it more on the phone, but I have to get home and feed my pet."With that he walked over to her and placed a soft sensual kiss on her cheek. Just giving her a taste of what his lips would feel like else where and then he nodded, wished her a good night and walked towards his own home. When he was out of sight from her and around the corner he simply ported himself home and fed his pet ball python. He dropped a large rat into the sixty gallon tank and a five foot long, five inch wide snake came out of no where and snatched up the rat and coiled it quickly. She watched him type in her number, and then her cell vibrated. With a giggle, she takes her phone out seeing it was him. To only loook up just in time, to feel his lips kiss her cheek. Her emerald green eyes wieden, as her little fingers touch where he kissed her. It was effection, that she never had. Hearing him saying that he has to leave to go feed his pet, she nods her head."Umm..umm...lunch...sounds good."Vicky watched him walk off and she steps in. Headint up to the third floor and into her little apartment. Kicking her shoes off and then sits down on the couch looking through the text. She couldnt help but giggle abit and bite her lip softly. Then she remembers the kiss, it sent chills all down her body. A long happy sigh leaves her lips, and she sinks down onto the couch holding her cell to her chest. She sent a text back asking where he would like lunch, and at what time. Drake smiled as he read over the text then sent his own.'Well since I don't know what food you happened to like, do you like Italian food by chance? There is an amazing mom and pops place up the street from my work. Would you like to go there? Also, do you like history?'Sending the text he smiled as he looked through her mind and felt how she was feeling and smirked a bit.He then heightened her sense of awareness a bit so that she'd feel the kiss on her skin again, but this time her entire body would come alive and her clit would throb from the feeling. She was sitting there waiting for an reply, and she smiled softly. "I do enjoy Italian. I would love to try that place. And I enjoy some HIstory. Do you like it?" She sent and stands up to go get grab a light dinner. THough, that kiss, it ran through her head again, and she swears, it felt as if he was right there, giving her another one.SHe felt the warmth of his lips, and it spread all down her body. She bit her lip and felt herself getting aroused between her thighs. Vicky rubs her thighs together, confused on what was happening to her. Biting her lip, she just grabs a bottle of water and goes to her bed room. Stripping down to nothing, she slips into a red silky sleeping dress. It was something she wore after a long day of work, cause it felt like she was sleeping naked, wout out, really being naked. Though with this dress, she might as well. It was short on her round ass, and low cut on her voluptious chest. She lays there on her side, looking at her cell. That funny feeling between her thighs was still there, and she didnt know what to do. Drake smiled a bit as she agreed and said that she liked Italian and sent her a text back.'Alright, I asked about the history because I own an auction house for rare and historical items out of my own private collection. I was wondering if you would care for a tour.'With that he felt her confusion when she was so turned on and was slightly confused by it. Was she a virgin? Checking her body he looked at her more thoroughly this time to see if she was in fact a virgin.However he'd need her to masturbate a bit so that way he could get a good accurate look at her body, so he increased her arousal to a level that most females would play with themselves to get rid of that high octane arousal. She heard her cell go off again, and she smiles thinking that sounds like a beautiful fun day. Vicky happily replies back to him. "That sounds amazing! You would'nt mind showing me that stuff? I mean, I love looking at old acient arts and things." She hit send, and then, felt the arousment getting stronger. Even more moisture between her thighs. Victoria was blushing and tried to fit it. It was getting bad. Something crossed her mind that she knew that would take care of this. But, it always makes her feel guilty after it. Tonight though, it was the worse it has always been. Biting her lip,she reaches over to her little side table and opens it. She blushed harder peeking inside.Vicky has tried her fingers, but they were too womanly. She didnt like her fingers. So she got a toy, a nicely cock shaped vibrator. Of course it runs through her head if she will ever be lucky enough to touch a real one. Her family and one friend think she is so innocent, so goodie and wants nothing to do with sex or men. They all think she likes women, when she doesnt. She really doesnt. Vicky, tucks her knees up, feet flat on the bed, and slowly spreads her thighs. Not turning on her toy, but just slowly rubs the tip around on her clit a bit. Her eyes roll back instantly for it felt so much better tonight. Was it because and actual attractive man talks to her now? She doesnt know, and doesnt care. She rubs the tip around a little faster to get her self a bit more going. Drake focused on her body as she played with herself, giving her a bit of inspiration so that she would imagine him begin the one to play with her clit like she was, her body getting even more excited over the vivid imagination she had. As he did this he gave her the imagination that she was being licked along her clit by him. He'd do this for her when she was 'asleep' later. He'd make her mind think it was a dream, when he was actually really there. Human minds were so easy to manipulate.He let his voice ring in her mind as well.'Moan for me Vicky.'He muttered into her mind as he told her to push the toy inside of her. He wanted to see if she'd stop half way so not to rupture a hymen or if she'd go all the way. Her chest slowly arches up, and her toes curl as it felt so real, like the toy was warm and throbbing now on her clit. HEr mind, focused on him. She was such a freak, thinking such things about a man she just met. But, she couldnt help it. Hearing his voice telling her to moan made her pop her chest up more and her lips lightly parted as she felt a moan leave her lips. Her sounds werent forced, they were smooth, crisp, and of a pure woman. Her free hand rushes to her lips to try and stop them, but the toy felt too good tonight. Her neighbors might hear her, and this embarrassed her.She turns the toy on a low setting. Her thighs spread a little more to give her more clit to rub. The tiny fingers of her free hand grip her sheets as she rolls her eyes back more. Vicky's chest rising and falling greatly as her breahing picks up. The voice told her to push it in, and she shakes her head no. She doesnt want to ruin her self, only a man is allowed in her, not a toy. Drake smiled as she shook her head, so she was a virgin. Now he really wanted a taste of her. Virgin blood was pure and untainted. It was a rare taste and he wanted to taste both her juices and her blood. However right now he just wanted her to cum, so he made her body a bit more sensitive and made her hand wiggle that toy over and over again on her clit. As he felt her orgasm breaching he smiled and let his voice ring in her mind."Cum for me my sweet."His voice sounded softly in her head as he let her take control now so that she could cum good and hard. Vicky felt like, as if she was being controled, and honestly, she didnt care. Touching herself has never felt so good. And she can careless if the neighbors hear her. Her hand wiggles the toy on her tiny clit, and she turns up the speed of the toy as well. Her face, blushing so innocently as she gave into temptation. Her moans, grew louder, and more shaky with higher pitch to them. Her back archiing, then dropping, her thighs shaking and toes curling more. It was coming, and fast. Her free hand roams over large chest and then down to grip the sheets. Tugging on them hard. Its like there was a glow as she hits her beautiful orgasm.Her cum rushing down her thighs and soaking the sheets under her. Blushing, and panting hard. She lays there in a sweat and heart racing and pumping her blood. She never stoped slowly rubbing it on her clit to make sure she gets every drop out of her. What happened, she doesnt know. She is glad it did. Vicky couldnt move, could hardly breath. This has never happened to her before, never. HEr green eyes were closed as she smiles with a little bite to her lip. Softly moaning as she calms down, and enjoys complete satisfaction with her clit. Drake smiled a bit then cut the communication between them for today. Getting some sleep for now.When he wakes up the next day he takes a shower, dries off and dresses in a nice white turtle neck and blue jeans with a pair of black leather dress boots. He sent her a text asking her if she'd liked to be picked up and when she said yes he waited till she was ready then drove to her home in a Audi TT RS ( The car was a dark charcoal color with black rims and tinted windows. It wasn't more than a two seater car but it was a damn smooth ride, the cars were quick and nimble and it purred like a kitten.When he pulled up to her house he stepped out after parking the car and waited by his car for her to come out. That night, she slept like a rock, a peaceful, happy rock. In the morning, she wakes up at seven, showers real quick from last night. Had a cup of coffee, and got into some actually nice fitting jeans, a simple green t shirt. That she thought looked gross on her. But it hugged all her curves and chest, perfectly. As she was brushing her hair and teeth for the morning. She got a text from him, saying that he was coming to get her in an hour. She goes to put on some makeup.She doesn't really like makeup, so she only puts a little hint of eyeliner, and a soft green eyeshadow. It pops out the green in her eyes even more. Slipping in a cozy hoodie, she steps out to see him, and his ride. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. And him standing next to it. Made him look even more sexy. Slowly she walks up to him with a smile, and her face blushes as last night slowly crept into her head. Of him, and her. She was so embarrassed."This...this is your ride? Its..amazing! And good afternoon."She says with a sweet giggle. Drake smiles as she sees her, noting that she was actually wearing form fitting jeans and a small but perfect amount of make up. Smiling at her he nods to her question."Thank you, and good afternoon to you as well Vicky."He said as he gave her cheek a light kiss yet again then opened the door for her so that she could slip into the black suede material seats and smiled as she admired the clean and very neat inside of the car.Putting it into gear the car purred with life as he drove her to the mom and pops place. Parking the car he got out and opened her door for her then closed it after she got out. Once they were inside he waved to the older couple behind the counter as they welcomed him by name, letting her know that he ate there quite a bit. As he sat her down at a booth table he smiled and then sat in front of her."These people are always very nice and the crowd in here is as well, which is why I like it in here. It's never too loud and none of the stupid punk children from the cafe come here because it's not up to date with models and coffee. They serve the old school cappachino and expresso here. The kind that'll knock you out of your shoes."Smiling a bit he already knew what he was ordering and as the older woman came to collect his order of drinks she knew he always drank a water so she just asked for hers."What can I gettcha honey?"The lady asked with a friendly smile. Vicky blushed as he kissed her cheek, yet again. A giggle and she sat in admiring his car greatly. Her soft hand softly rubbing the material of the seat. Then when she gets to the little resteraunt. When they greet him by name, she knew that he has been going here for like ever now. And they knew what he wanted.She sits there looking at the menu, and smiles. She told them rasberry tea, and chicken alfreado for her. With a sweet smile she hands the menu back, and leans back in her seat some to look up to him."So......why me? I have to ask? Im sure you have seen, and been with waaaaaay better than me. I mean..you know how people look at me...why are you different?"She says to him, then releases, is this a date? Or what? She has never been on a date before. And so her stomach starts to knot up nervously. Drake chuckles as she asks her question and sighed a bit. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a worn and rusted coin."See this coin? This used to be worth less than a quarter a long time ago. However, while being ugly, disgusting and unattractive like the other shiny new coins of todays age, this coin is now a priceless piece worth over two million dollars. I see beauty and good things in all things. You're unattractive to most men, over weight as some may say. Shy and anti-social. All of these things people say you are, they never took the time to learn the real you. You're that one flower in a garden of weeds. Beautiful in your own way. You're amazingly sweet and caring as well. I've seen you around other people's children."Smiling at her as he pocketed the coin he took her hand in his and ran his thumb along the top of her hand."You're that one in a million find. Sweet, caring, beautiful inside and out. Your body does not turn me off to you, in fact, it makes you all the more attractive because you aren't making yourself puke like some model's. You're not hitting the gym or getting a tube shoved into you to suck all that out. You live with it, accept it and hope one day someone will see the gorgeous person you are. Well, here I am."He said as he smiled at her and kissed her hand softly. As they sat there, his hand softly rests on her, and his voice, was serious, and yet, passionate. Her eyes stare into his as she listens to every word as if it was pure gold. How he told her all these things, she didnt know how to take it in. No one talks to her like this. No one. Then his lips kissed her little soft hand, and Vicky blushed harder."You....you.....think...I am beautiful? The last time I heard that....it...it.....was..."She sighs with a slight drop to her head."It was a joke. A guy around my age, said I was beautiful, and that he wanted take me out for dinner. I, being brave and bold. I said yes...I go all dressed up and went to the diner that night. I sat there for nearly two hours. And he walked in with his buddies laughing..they said some things...and left.....there..are two more stories like that....and I wont lie....I was scared as heck that it was happening again...when you said you would pick me up.."Her free hand softly wipes the few tears in her eyes away. Drake bit back a growl as she told him these stories and was highly tempted to go and find those boys and teach them a real lesson on embarrassment, instead he simply stood up, walked around to her and in front of everyone there, he pulled her out of her seat and kissed her lips. His eyes were closed and his hands soft and gentle on her skin. His thumb ran along her cheek wiping her tears away as he slowly pulled away."If this was a joke, I wouldn't of done that. I think you're gorgeous Vicky. That's all that should matter to you because I'm here now."He said in a slightly stern but still passionate voice. His opinion on her was all that should matter. If he was happy with her, that's all she should care about. Vicky was busy looking down with tears down her face. When she sniffled and wipes them, only more came to replace them. Her ears hear him standing up, and then taking her hand. Her green eyes look at him rather confused. TO only feel his lips on hers. Her emerald eyes widen with her blushing face. He was kissing her, so, so, romantically. It was like, what she dreamed and daydreamed a kiss should feel like. A real, first kiss. That had some meaning, not just a kiss. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, as she dared to try and kiss back. Her soft full and warm lips glide alongs his, nervously. It was her first kiss, and he could probably tell.When he pulled back and said what he told her. She giggled so bashfully and did a few more sniffles. Vicky, didnt know what to say. No one has ever done anything like this for her. SLowly, she tilts her head up and held onto his becips with his one arm still holding her."Who...who are you? Your...like no guy I have ever met, and sure. Thats not a lot..but still....that..that...was my first kiss."Vicky admitted and giggled like a highschool girl. Drake smiled at her and leaned in kissing her forehead softly."Well I hope you don't mind that I stole your first kiss. You did well for someone who's never kissed before. I'm probably not like any guy you'll ever meet, and I take great pride in that."He said with a smile as he sat them back down as the elderly lady came back with their food. He got spaghetti Carbinara and two garlic bread sticks with his water. He smiled at the older woman and thanked her as she offered a few tissues to her since she saw that she was crying."You know. I'll be hiring in my auction house for someone to hand out flags as well as help around. It doesn't require a whole lot of talking, but your cheeks may hurt because you have to be smiling a lot. I'm offering fifteen an hour to anyone who wants the job. Would you be interested? You would have to invest in some black outfits. Maybe some nice slacks and a nice long sleeved shirt. It's uniform code."He said as he was offering her a damn good paying job, being close to him and just handing out flyers to auction attendance. Vicky giggles as he took pride in being her first kiss and that there would be no other guy like him. Vicky believed that, why wouldnt she? She was 21, and now getting her first kiss. THis guy has to be one in a million, and she was lucky that he lived not that far from her.With both of them sitting down, and their lunches served. Victoria happily took her first bite, and right away fell in love the flavors. She let out a little happy food moan and leans back with a slight roll to her eyes. It was by far one of the best pastas she has ever had. After a few minutes of them both enjoying their food. She hears offer about the job he was asking her about, and looks to him with awe."You, trust me to do such a thing? Is..is that like a one night job? Or..what? That is more than working at the coffee shop..and...as long as I dont have to talk much, I can smile." She says giving him a cute sweet smile right there before him. Drake smiled and nodded."I'd like to see more of you, so yes. It can be a night job yes. I'm looking for day and night workers. Auctions are usually at night so that helps. They last anywhere from four hours to seven. Depending on what is being sold and how many people show. If you'd like the job, let me know and all you have to do is show up after school Monday and give me some of your information and boom, you're hired. I've seen your work ethic so I know you're a good worker."He said with a smile as he smirked a bit."So I take it you really like the food here? It's amazing isn't it? I come here every day for lunch. While I usually get the same thing it never gets old because they cook it amazingly." She hears him offering her the job at night, and she was ok with that. Four to seven hours. Thats not that bad. She sets her fork down in the plate lightly holding it and looks up to him with a smile on her lips.'Of course Im interested you big silly! TO see all the acient things and such. Spend..a..a..little more time with you..that..that would be a bonus."A pure laugh came from her lips. Something that was rare for Vicky, she hardly laughed to be honest. Hardly smiled, it, looked good on her."You eat real Italian pasta every day? Wow, it really must be good if you dont get bored of the flavor."Victoria took a few more bites before she was really full and leans back with a little yawn."Mmm..Im nice and full...I get sleepy when Im full."Her hands softly wipe her lips with the napkin, then she looks up to him. Not meaning to get lost in his beauty, but she did anyways. Drake smiled at her and nodded as she said that she'd be interested. When she mentioned how she gets tired when she's full he smiled a bit and paid for the meal, letting her take her left over's in a box so that she could eat them later. He'd cleared his own plate. Once the meal was paid for he stood up, took her hand in his and walked with her out to his car. Once he'd let her in and he was in he looked over at her with a chuckle."So, would you like me to take you to the place you'll be working, or do you wanna go home and get a nap?"He asked as he stayed in the car and turned it on. He had no problem taking her home. He had her pretty solidly already, he just needed to get her so that she was a bit more open with him and noticeably wanting him, then he'd be able to really start training her. Back inside his car made her smile, it was so much nicer than her whole apartment, let alone her car. When he got in next to her asking her were she wanted to go,it was only two in the afternoon, and she didnt want to go home to be all alone."I think it would be wise for me to learn where I will be working. Dont you agree?"Vicky asked him a she slips her seat belt over her shoulder and chest. Once all strapped in she turns over to look over to him."Thankyou Drake...for everything...you have no idea what you have done too me. I...I....really appriate it. Thankyou."Her voice showed how much she enjoyed everything he has done for her already. Sure it was just a lunch. But, he kissed her, and called her her beautiful. Victoria wonders what this makes them now? Just friends that have kissed? Or could he like her for more? Drake smiled and nodded as he put the car in gear and drove to his work. As they drove there he reached over and held her hand with his, stroking the skin along the top of her hand with his thumb, glancing at her and smiling as she seemed shocked that he wanted to hold her hand. When they got to his work it was a massive building with huge luxurious wooden doors with intricate designs carved into the wood. On the sign it said Stone's Antiques. Walking her in he opened the doors were a nice little booth was standing as he pointed to it."You'd be standing there with the flyers and flags for the people. They'd tell you their name, look em up, see what number flag they have then give it to them and mark them off the list with a check mark. Occasionally you'd go out into the crowd to make sure everyone was seated before the auction was beginning and when it did you'd wait for an extra ten minutes before coming out to the floor and helping other workers where needed. It's easy and simple."Drake smiled as he took her hand again and led her out to the back where there were tons on old antiques all labeled with what they were, dates they were made and everything. Everything from ancient Egypt to the Victorian Era. Sliding his arm around her hip he pulled her close and tilted her chin up. Leaning down he whispered."I'm going to kiss you again, just warning you this time."He said with a smirk as he placed his lips on hers and this kiss was much deeper, a bit more passion behind it as he pulled her body flush to his and let her feel the hard expanse of his chest, let her hands roam along his body and let her feel his tongue slide along hers. He wanted to see how she reacted and if she'd move on her own, test the waters so to speak. Vicky smiles as he took her hand as they drove now and then. It was so new, but she was loving it already. She feels like, she can finally experience what all those other girls around her talk about all the time, what she sees in book, movies, and on TV. To be, adored for once in her life. A man, interested in her. She really hopes this wasn't another dream, that this was real. That she was really, actually catching the attention, of such a beautiful man.He lead her in, and right away she thought it was breath taking! Everything was elegant, and so rare looking. The feeling of, one wrong move and you will break something came over her. But that was quickly taken away when he pulls her close and his hand lifts her little chin. His low, strong, and seductive voice made her knees get weak, and her heart race. Then he told her he was going to kiss her, and she blushes. His lips, kissed hers harder, longer, and more deeper. Her chest to his nearly, her hands sliding up his chest. She giggled feeling how strong it was, how, perfect he was. Her little fingers slowly sliding up his chest, on his shoulders, then around his neck as she stood on her toes some to reach his lips.Vicky did her best to keep up with his kissing skills, she tried her hardest to not bore him and make him want to leave already. Though when his tongue slips into her mouth, she gasped a bit and leans back to only looking into his eyes, with hers batting confused. But that changed as she pressed her lips back to his, and this time she too rubs her tongue to his. It was, dirty, frisky, and so fun, and just good to experience such a thing for once in her life. Drake chuckled as she pulled away only to kiss him again and as he felt her tongue on his he growled into the kiss as his hands gripped onto her a bit tighter and pulled her in. He kissed her like this for a while before finally pulling away to let her breath. When he did he stroked her cheek softly and smiled down at her."I would like to see you on a bit more steady basis...maybe even date you if you like. I know it's a bit soon, but I can get to know you and you me plenty while you work here."He said as he smiled at her and continued to keep her close. Gaining her trust and her adoration were the first steps and with someone as inexperienced but eager as her, it would be fairly easy. He wanted her as a pet, but he'd still take very good care of her and spoil the hell out of her when she was a good girl.Pulling away he took her hand and let her think over the question while he showed her some of the things from the Victorian Era and smiled as he pointed to a huge dress."This is what women wore back in those days, this was considered top fashion way back when." The kiss, was becaming intoxicating to her. She couldnt get his scent out of her nose, and the power of him just flowed from his lips to hers. Her body was loving the attention, too much. SHe was jsut a virgin, and she could feel her self getting arroused. Her friend says virgins get wet so easily, and she thinks she knows what that means now. WHen he pulled away she took this chance to catch her breath, though to have taken from her again when he asked her to maybe date her."You..you..as in, like? I will be your girlfriend?"It caught her so off guard, and he wanted to give her all this time, but she didnt need it."I would love too!! I would!! I dont think its too soon, if we get along and enjoy each other's company so much. I see no harm in it."Vick giggled as she continues the tour with him. The fancy dress he showed her, to her, she thought it was beautiful. Probably handed sitched and sewn. She couldnt take her eyes off it. Drake smiled a bit and nodded as he kissed her forehead again then slipped his arm around her hip and looked at her."First order of business is I don't much like that place you live in. It's small and the neighborhood isn't that great. How would you feel of me giving you the spare room in my house? I can tell you now, I think that room is probably about as big as your apartment."He knew that was a bit fast but he really didn't like that neighborhood she was in and he wanted her close. Keeping her close would help work on getting her dependent of him and give him more opportunities to tease her. His strong hand holds her curved wide hip to pull her close to his side. She giggles when his lips kissed her forhead. Though, to only hear him ask her to move into a room at his place. He made it sound like he lived in a mansion, and it was more of a house inside it that she was getting. Vicky doesnt know what to say. He didnt like her in that neighborhood."Well...I have always been scared of living in that neighboorhood..but..but..it was always hard for me to find a reasonable price in the good neighboerhoods...You would really let me live with ya in a room?"She taps her chin, spending several minutes thinking about it really. Till she finally leans up on her toes to peck his lips."Sure, lets give it a try." Drake smiled as she agreed to it. He nodded and smiled at her as he pulled out his phone and called up a moving company that he knew of and told them her address and then his."If we leave now we can meet the movers at your house. Don't worry about the furniture unless it holds some meaning to you."He said as he walked with her back to the car and drove her back to her place. There was a truck and a few movers with boxes."Would you like me to stay and help, or do you just want to follow them to my place and I'll meet you there?" Victoria was impressed by how with just a simple call, that he connections like that. Soon hearing him say that the moving was happening, today. Caught a bit off guard, but it was a good feeling. That meant he was serious when he says stuff like that. And, she likes that in a man. TO be serious when it comes to such things. Her head was still wrapping around the fact, that he, HE, wanted to date her. Though, she isnt going to question good things. That makes them go away.Now that they were in his car and driving back to her place. She couldnt help but have this huge smile on her sweet lips."Drake! Im excited! To finally get a new place! And, you dont have to help if you dont want too. I dont want to be that girl that demands everything from her partner. If you want too, than you may, if you dont. Thats fine too."She took his free hand happily and held it on her thick thigh. Her green eyes see the movers already and she was impressed yet again. She gets out and starts walking up to her place."I have to put some things in boxes, are you coming?"She was comfortable around him finally, she wasnt stuttering, she wasnt frowning, or seeming lost and hurt. She seemed, alive for once. Drake smiled as he walked in after her and walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck softly."I'll stay and help for a bit, when the movers are starting to get done we'll leave before them and get the other room ready for you."He said with a smile as he spent some time setting up the boxes and helping her pack things away. He even helped some of the movers to move the boxes, not that he needed to but not that many people could fit in her tiny apartment comfortably.When they were almost done he handed her key to one of the movers and nodded."Just lock up and give it back to her at my house."The man nodded and pocketed the key then continued on moving the boxes out since everything that she wanted was packed. Drake took her to her car and let her follow him back to his place. His place was actually fairly solidified despite still being in the city. He had a good four miles of open grass and random trees around his house. His house was massive, on the outside and the drive way was just shy of a mile long.As he let her inside he took her through the main foyer and smiled as she saw the black and white marble flooring. His walls were red, orange and maroon in color, so a decent color scheme. The couches and furniture were all black suede. There were tones of pictures on the wall of landscapes and other forestry paintings. His kitchen was monstrous and top of the line in every way. Chrome and gun metal grey were the colors there. Taking her up the large marble stair case he smiled as he walked her down a hall that held four different doors and the first door on the left was her door. The distance between one wall and the other was about six feet so there was plenty of walking room and when he opened the door to her room he smiled."This is your room."He said as he showed her a room that was literally twice the size of her apartment. She had her own massive walk in closet with more room then she had clothing. Her bed was a California King size memory foam bed that one could die happy one. He left the bed without sheets in case she wanted to use her own.She had four dressers and a massive white feather soft fur rug on the floor. A forty inch plasma screen television on the wall in front of her bed with a dvd player, blu ray, and WII. He knew some kids were into the games that WII had so he'd bought one. Her Master bathroom came with its own duel headed walk-in shower with sliding glass door, Jacuzzi style bath tub complete with water jets. Her sink was huge and the mirror covered half the wall. Everything a person could possible want in the bathroom was there as he looked at her."So...is this suitable for you?" Moving for her was rather fun she thought. He kept her smiling and giggling, and then he showed her around his huge place again. WHen it came to her room, her eyes widen and her jaw droped. It was larger than her whole appartment! It was beautiful! The movers brought in her big things and then she started unpacking once they were all done. SHe walks over and starts filling her dressers with her sleeping clothes and her bras and panties. Forgetting he was right there. So when she pulled out an E cup bra. She didnt really see him, till she looked up, and it was visable as it could be. It was a silkey teal with lace. Vicky blushed hard, and grabs the rest walking over to the dresser."OOPS! I didnt know you were there!..But.but..yeah. I love the room. Its something I could only dream about having." Vicky sets her box of her underwears on her dresser and looksto him with a nervous giggle."Umm..umm...you didnt see anything!"Vicky says rushes to her new closet to put her other clothes away, but mostly to hide herblushing face. Drake chuckled a bit as he walked up behind her, his hips coming flush to her back side and his hand snaking around resting on her stomach as his other hand ran along her side and her hip."Didn't I? What's got you so embarrassed? It's not like they're on you now. They're just articles of clothing."He said as he smiled and leaned into the side of her neck and kissed her skin. He knew of several soft sensitive spots on humans and he was testing them with her. Placing soft gentle kisses on her neck, at her jaw line, along her ear lobe, and down along her shoulder. His hands on her hips allowed him to feel the slow and subtle sway to her hips that had her almost instinctively grinding against him, which was a good sign."Might as well see them now. You're going to be living here after all."He said as he ran the tips of his fingers along the waist band of her jeans just seeing how well she'd react. He, was so alluring it was like, if he was from a dream. His hands on her hips, and his lips on her neck and jawline. Vicky was blushing, and biting her lip. Her eyes flutter back into her skull some. Her hands gripping the shirt on his chest. What was she to do? No one, ever gives her attention like this before. It was all new, and she loved it. SHe loved it all. THough when he says might as well see them now. Her face burns hotter. She was getting lost in his scent, in the feeling of his lips. Vicky was melting with each kiss.THen his fingers ever so softly glide down to her pant waist and her hands slowly rush to his hands,resting on them.Of course she was loving it all, it so much, wanting more.But knows, she really isnt sure what to do, or if she was ready. She slowly takes his hands and held them in hers."Slow..slow down..oks? This..this is all new to me...I still have the simpliest of things in a relationship I want to try. LIke..holding hands and walking on a beach in the full moon. Watching a movie, feeding each other. You are the first guy...to even look at me..and not laugh....I..want to know you better..but..as wonderful that was...you must slow down handsome. Ok?"Vicky said to him softly and kissed his lips gently. As she spoke he smiled. Good to know that she had some self morals. Nodding he kissed her lips back and then went about to helping her with the rest of her clothing. He stayed clear of her undergarments though. When she was done he looked at the clock then smirked."Chinese sound okay to you?"He asked as he went to the phone book.When they were in the massive kitchen that he had in his, well, their home he set the phone book on the counter and let her look through with him. Vicky stands there at the counter looking the food over with him. She taps her chin and thinks long and hard on what she wants to eat. After a few minutes of asking him what he wanted and such, she tells him orange chicken is good enough for her. They always give you alot anyways. So she sat down at the table and siped on the glass of water he gave her earlier. With a smile she giggled and sees its only six at night. It took longer than it really felt like. She thought this all took only like two hours. But it was more like five. She cant believe how he makes time nearly stop. Drake nodded and ordered the Chinese food for the two of them then while they waited he walked her to the living room and put on a movie that they both found enjoyable. He wasn't a huge fan of watching television in general but this was the whole process of her seeing that he cared about her, earning her trust then molding her how he wanted her. Being that she was a virgin and completely new was both a good and bad thing. Bad in a way because she'd have no idea what she was doing or what the signs were.Good because he could mold her how he wanted and she'd be set for him and only him. Then again he also knew that if he earned her trust and loyalty she'd never leave him because no one else looked at her and saw the potential that he saw in her. He said they would watch a movie as they waited, and she claped her hands with a giggle. Vicky happily followed him to his, elegant and modern twisted living room. She sat down next to him and, not really thinking,just nuzzled up to his side. Her head on his chest and watched the movie of whatever he put on, in. She likes a lot of kinds of movies. Her least favorite though, were mushy romantic movies. VIcky was always jealous of them. Hating how she could never know what that stuff was like. Always made her hate herself more, and usually cry most of the night."What movie is it you picked?"Her voice soft and tender as it usually is. Drake shrugged as he pushed play."Most of my movies are just movies that friends of mine give me. I've never been one for television. I find more interest in books then on the television."He said but then looked at the case and handed it to her."I believe it's called Van Wilder?"He said slightly confused as he looked at the case."It's a comedy."As the movie started he rested his arm around her shoulders and let her snuggle as they watched and he had to admit, it was a funny movie but he was just hoping that this was easing her towards him. When the food came he paid the delivery girl and let her leave then handed Vicky her food and held his as they sat on the couch and ate their food while watching the movie. He'd sneak in a few kisses here and there while they ate as well. The movie, she wasnt sure what it was. Though it was funny. It made her giggle in his arms and what not. When the food came, she sat up to let him go and then came back with their dinner. His sneaky kisses caught her off guard everytime and she loved them everytime. Vicky wouldnt get tired of this. How could she? Who can? When girls talked about, "oh Im bored of him." Or something along those lines. She didnt get it? How does kissing someone get boring? It was amazing to her!! Though, it just might be cause she was twenty one, and unlike those other girls. She didnt get her first kiss in fith to ninth grade. She got hers, as a grown woman, in college. SHe has a lot to catch up on. Alot."Thankyou for dinner handsome. Its tastey."Victoria licks her lips slowly and takes another bite. Drake smiled and nodded as he leaned in and kissed her neck again as she took another bite of her food."You're welcome darling. I'm glad you are enjoying it."When the movie was over Drake turned off the television and the dvd player then stood up and put his left overs in the fridge and put his fork in the dishwasher. Walking over to his island he sat in a chair and looked at the clock on the stove. It was roughly eight at night."Do you have class tomorrow?"He asked as he looked at her while she was getting up to put her food away. He took their left overs and she sat there waiting for him to return. When he asked if she had class tomorrow. She giggled and shook her head yes."Tomorrow is Monday silly. Of course I do. But monday is my shortest day. I get out at one in the afternoon."VIcky gets to her feet and walks into the living room. Looking for two glasses and then looks in the fridge and saw some orange juice. She pours him a glass, and herself."Why do you ask?"Vicky set herself down in front off him and waits to hear what he had in mind. Drake chuckles and nods."Just curious is all. I have some business to attend to at the warehouse. Don't forget that when you're done with school to come to me with your bank information so that we can set up the direct deposit from your paychecks. I'd also put in your two weeks notice at the job you have now."He said as he smiled then nodded as he took the cup.He'd really like for things to start moving along to the training but patience was something he had to have. Although he would be paying her a visit in her dreams tonight, just to see if she was a bit more open in her dreams. "I will not forget sweety. I will go shower for bed though. See you in the morning."She walks over has a quick little mini make out session with him. Just a little one. Nothing like earlier that day. Once that was over with. Vicky heads to her restroom and starts her shower. She washes from her head to her toes. Shaves,all that womanly stuff. She slips a blue large tshirt over her body, and then walks to her bed. Her long blonde hair flowing around her as she lays there. Relaxing and wanting her sleep to kick in. Drake smiles as he returns the kisses that she gave him then lets her go about her business. He waited a good three hours before going to his own room. He took a shower then went and laid in his bed in a pair of boxers. Connecting his mind to hers he put her mind in a dream like state while her body was actually awake. In her mind it would be nothing more than a damn good dream. Once that was done he walked ported himself so that he was in the bed behind her while she laid there and slowly let her wake up.Her mind was still convincing her she was dreaming but he woke her body and smiled as he started kissing her. As they kissed he slid his hand along her inner thigh noticing that while she was amazingly smooth, she wasn't wearing anything else under that shirt of hers. Moving his lips to her neck his hand slid a bit further so that he was barely an inch from her pussy. She was only laying there, drifting suddenly quicky to a dreaming state. Though, she was wondering why she was dreaming of herself sleeping in her new bed, in her new room? Her body laying down so elegantly and relaxed. A hand on her large chest, the other softly on her lower stomach. Her legs tucked to the sidea bit. Showing off her hips and shape of her ass, and her thick thighs.But suddenly she saw Drake in her room, her dream self slowly wakes up to look at him. Her face was blushing as she tries to cover her thighsup, but he was now ontop of her lightly, and kissing her. She felt his lips in the real world, to only feel them in her dream. Her arms softly wrap around his neck as she kissed him back. When his lips move to her neck, and a hand rubs her inner thighs. VIcky couldnt help but let out a little whimper of pleasure. Her thighs spread only a bit to let him rub her a little better. Drake smiled inwardly as she seemed to be a bit more relaxed in her dream state then she was when she was fully conscious. Moving his hand a bit more he felt that smooth set of lips to her pussy and before she could move away his forearm pressed on her thigh to hold it down and his fingers began to tease the sensitive flesh of her pussy, focusing on her clit as he rubbed her softly with talented fingers. His lips moved to her lips and began kissing her deeper, his tongue swirling along hers while his other hand moved as well. He moved his body so that he was over her body completely, his hand still playing with her pussy as his other hand began playing with her breast, focusing on her nipple. This, was new to her. She has had dreams of men touching her before..but..never like this. It felt, as if she could really feel the warmth of his fingers on her now moisting clit. And then on her little pink nipple. Vicky was blushing, breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down quickly as she breaths faster. Her hands rub over his chest and down his arms. This felt amazing she thought she manages to get her tonuge out of his mouth and pulls back to look into his eyes. To only giggle and blush harder. Her hands slide up under his shirt to feel him up slowly, taking everything in. His fingers made her head lean back with a low sexy moan leaving her luscios lips. Drake smiled as she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, and he'd just gotten started. As she ran her hands along his chest he smiled at her and let her pull back from the kiss. Moving his hands from her he sat her up and lifted her shirt so that it was up and over her head. He then set it down beside her and once she was naked he smiled as his head dipped down to the tight little nipple and his mouth captured it, sliding his tongue over the nipple slowly and then sucking at it gently. His fingers rubbing over her clit a bit faster now as he got her nice and wet. Even though it was a dream, it was still her personality. When he sat her up, she looks at him nervous as he took off her shirt. Just when it was about to go over her stomach, she tried to stop him. But he was quick and had her naked. Her head had droped and her arms rush to cover her stomach. Trying to hide her larger self from him. Though to her surprise, he laid her down and was over her again. Rubbing her, sucking her nipples. Vicky, was still trying to hide her self."Drake..Im....gross......I..am not worthy of this...."Her eyes tear up a bit and she turns her head the other. Trying to enjoy what he was giving her. But she was trying to hide her body. Curling up and out of shame and guilt, she covers her face with a pillow to hide out embarrassment. Not wanting to see his face when he actually gets a reall good look of her. This dream felt really oddly real for some reason. But, she cant help that. Drake sat up as he noticed that even in her dream state she was still very aware of her body. Cupping her cheek he looked at her, and made her look at him."You are beautiful to me. That's all that should matter. I see you for you. Not the skin and flesh that you see and other see, but whats under it. You are beautiful and I am not disgusted. Now, let me show you what it's like to be wanted, what it's like to be pleased."He said as he looked at her and waited for her reactions. As his hand cupped her cheeks and he made her look into his eyes. Her bright green eyes, were still cautious and worried. That he would see her not good enough for him. He told her all these sweet words, that just made her melt. Vicky moans a little louder as the attention he gave her grew. This wasnt what she thought would happen. She was thinking he would just, leave her. And that she would have to move out somewhere. But instead, he was giving her all this attention, that she was getting wetter by the second from! Drake smiled as she moaned, moving his lips down her body and kissing over her stomach to let her know that he didn't mind it. He then kissed her thick thighs and smiled as she shook a bit. He then moved his lips between her legs and began licking at the sweet hot juices that were slipping free of her pussy. As he licked her his shoulders kept her legs from closing and his hands reached up to her nipples, playing with the small tight buds. Rolling them between his fingers and pinching them lightly. Her eyes roll back into her skull, with just his lips on her neck, with his fingers just roaming her body was making her moan! Was it cause she was new? Or easy to please? Vicky didnt know, and he hopes that its ok that she maybe a little easy to please. When his lips started to travel down her body. HEr eyes widen and her face blushes hard. She has heard from women at school, that men use their mouth between a woman's thighs. She thought that was crazy talk, that a guy wouldnt do that? But sure enough, she felt his amazing lips down there were she was hot and wet. His lips kiss her clit so perfectly. Her thighs shake, her toes curl, and she couldnt help but coo in a low melody as he worked her up.One of her free hands rest on his head, tangling in his thick dark locks of hair. Her other hand, rubbing free breast slowly cause his hand was on the other. Vicky couldnt think! She didnt want to think! She just wanted to moan his name and have a man finally want to please her! That she could actually make a man feel good, she hopes. Her moans grew a bit louder and her hand on her breast now grips the sheets. Drake moaned against her clit sending a pulsating vibration against her clit and bumping up her pleasure a good amount. His hand on her breast begins pinching the nipple a bit harder since its more sensitive and his other hand moves to her entrance, his finger dipping just a bit inside so that she could feel something inside of her slowly swirling in circles. He stayed clear of her hymen but he did give her some vaginal pleasure and not just clitoris pleasure.As she started to get closer to her release his finger worked a bit faster, and his mouth worked harder while his tongue flicked firmly over her clit to double the pleasure."Cum for me my sweet." Vicky cant believe this was a dream? Was it? It was so hard to tell!? It felt too real! When she felt a bit of his finger in her she gasps for it stung a bit, and tugged on his hair for only a bit! Her back arching up making his hand practically fall off the smooth soft and round breast. His tongue was wonderful! Licking flicking on her little shy clit, even his finger in her was getting better. She could feel him not wanting to go to far. Respecting her hyme. And that made her much more happier. But his words, how he asked or demanded her to cum? She couldnt tell, either way, his voice set her off. Her soft smooth thighs shake around his head a bit as she spreads her legs up and she gasps for air as she cums hard. Her breathing so uncontroled, her chest falling and rising as she was gasping. It was like nothing she has ever done to herself before. Thats for sure. Drake smiled and moaned as he drank in her release, sucking the juices from her and sliding the little bit of his finger in and out of her until she was calming from her release. Sitting up he licked his lips then his finger before helping her back into her shirt. He then laid down with her and put her into a deep sleep which wasn't hard since she'd cum so hard. Once she was actually asleep completely he left her room like he was never even there and went back to his own room. Washing his face and hands he then went to sleep himself and when morning came he was in the kitchen in a pair of gym shorts and making scrambled eggs and buttered toast for her and him. That night was amazing for her, she has never slept so good before in her life. Vicky didnt toss nor turn. She didnt have a dream, just a deep pure sleep. Though she woke from sniffing some heavenly food in the air, and her stomach growl. As she looked down, she could see and feel still a bit moist. The slight puddle on her sheet. Vicky was so embarrassed! What if he had walked in and saw her in this state? SHe quickly gets up and tries to clean her self up a bit. Slipping on some panties and then removing the blanket.Once that was taken care of, she starts to walk down to the kitchen and saw him cooking. Her little self walks up to his side and kisses his cheek. Of course that dream plays through her head. Of how, amazing and how real it felt.It didnt make things too weird when she saw him standing there. She, kinda liked it really."Good morning handsome. How did you sleep last night?"A tender innocent giggle left her lips as she looks up to him to see what he has to say. Drake looked over at her and kissed her neck softly as she kissed his cheek."Good morning. I slept pretty good. How about you?"He asked as he looked down at her and smiled before handing her a plate of eggs and two slabs of buttered toast. Then pulling his plate with the same amount of food. Turning the stove off he set the pan on a cooled burner and walked over to the table with her. He then handed her a glass of orange juice and pulled a glass of water for himself.Sitting down he took a bite of his eggs and smiled as he tasted his food then looked at her and smiled as he leaned over and kissed her lips softly. Vicky barely got a word out of him before he was kissing her her lips then giving her a plate of food. She sat down and started to eat, waiting for him to join her. And when he did, his lips once again were placed on hers. How was a woman so new to all of this, to handle this? She loved it really. TO finally be the center of a man's attention, for once in her life! Vicky kissed him and then leans back to answer him."I slept like a rock. Really..I have never slept so good in my life sweety.My new bed is amazing!"She smothers his lips again. Wanting him to know how much she loved this, the whole, being his girlfriend, living here with him. And well, she just really wanted to keep kissing him. Hoping he loved them like she did. Drake held the kiss for a while, sliding his tongue along hers and groaning into the kiss as he tasted her then pulled back and smiled."Well I'm glad you slept so well."He said as he sat back and ate the rest of his food before putting his plate and fork in the dishwasher then stretched his back a bit and looked over at her."What's on your agenda for today?"He asked as he watched her put her plate and fork in the dishwasher then pushed her ass against the counter and smiled down at her as he held her and rested his hips against hers. It wasn't sexual, just him holding her and getting close. Vicky doesnt know what brought this side out of him. His hips to hers, made her wrap her arms around his neck. Her lips softly kiss his lips back. His tongue in her mouth startled her at first, but it was new, and she was willing. So she just goes along with it, and does her best to wrestle with his. Coming on more frisky than she realived. But this was fun! She was enjoying it, alot. Her hips press to his more, her chest to his even more so. VIcky, forgot what they were doing. Till he suddenly pulled away and aksed what she had planned for the day. With a giggle, she looks into his eyes."Mmmm...nothing. But I hope for more kissing."Vicky says pressing her lips back to his to continue their little make out session. With her arms up around his neck, it lifted up her tshirt up halfway on her firm big ass. With the style of her lacie panties, most of her cheeks were sticking out as well. Drake moaned a bit into the kiss and soon he moved her so that they were sitting on the couch. He was sitting and he moved her easily, showing surprising strength as he lifted her up so that she could straddle his hips while facing him. His hands ran up along her thighs, her ass and then her back as his lips found hers once again and his tongue wrestled with hers. With them seated like this it wasn't too sexual to make her uncomfortable but she'd be able to explore more of him and be eye level instead of having to look up. As she sat on his hips she'd also feel the thick swell of his cock under her as he thickened slightly. He didn't move his hips though, even if he wanted to. Instead he just moved his hands along her ass and gripped the soft cheeks tightly.He moaned against her lips letting her know he loved how her ass felt in his hands. Everything he did, he did so suave and smooth like. How he got her on his lap, how his hands rub her thighs and hold her ass. Vicky might be new to this, but that doesnt mean she cant like it. And what was shocking her, was how much she was loving this attention. And how she made him feel good, made her enjoy this even more. Her hands run up his chest and then rest on his shoulders. Her lips pressed hard to his, allowing her to rub his tongue with hers so much easier with her sitting on his lap like this.Vicky scoots a bit closer up his thighs. Her stomach now to his, her chest to his, and her groin to his. She was loving every second of it. A little whimper of pleasure touches his lips, also allowing him to know. She wasnt scared and was loving it. Though as she scoots up more of his body. She blushed, hard. She thought she was feeling arrousment in his pants. But, she didnt want to assume. Maybe thats just how they feel all the time. After all, she really doesnt know. She knows nothing about guys really. What she does know, is what she has only seen on tv or how guys treated her her life. He was like nothing from tv, or like guys when she was growing up or in college. When she slid up along him he moaned against her as he felt her core heating up and grinding against his cock under the thin layers between her panties and his gym shorts. Gripping her ass a bit more he looked at her and spoke against her lips."Better be careful lovely, your grinding against something that would love more attention from you."He said as he moved her hand so that it went between them and she got to feel the thick, hard and hot member of his cock that was throbbing with the need for her attention. She was loving this, this was fun, it was sweet, a bit romantic, and well..nice to know he too was enjoying this. It wasnt just her. When he pulls away and he says such things. Of course she looked down. Her eyes interested and courious. SHe gasps seeing it through his shorts. That..that was his manhood, his glory, his cock. Vicky bit her lip and then looks up to him with, innocent eyes."I..I...wouldnt even know where to begin to give it attention....I have never seen one...I...wouldnt know where to start....Im sure that would be just annoying and a turn off."Vicky looks the other way, embarrassed to say that she has never seen one. She was 21, and said that."You must think Im a complete idiot..."A sigh left her lips and she rests her cheek on his chest looking at the wall next to them. Drake chuckled and turned her eyes back on him as he kissed her lips softly."You're a virgin and guys haven't given you the time of day to teach you. It's understandable. To be honest...like completely honest the best way for you to learn and see...watch porn. It sounds stupid but how do you think girls and guys learn? By watching others do it. So, every night or at least for a few minutes a day, watch some porn online until you can get comfortable with what you're watching. It doesn't have to be anything extreme, just something that shows you."He said with a wink as he brought her lips back to his and kissed her lips deeply before pulling back and licking her bottom lips slowly. She heard his answer and she blushed hard and didnt know how to understand that. Vicky blinks and shakes her head."I..I......tried...once...it was so weird....watching other people..its weird..its not my buisness....sex, making love, what ever you call it..its personal and private....I..cant watch that....so...the only way I could have learned..is if guys actually dated me and tought me. And we both know. THat never happened."Vicky laughed nervously, to soon feel his lips on hers. She moaned softly and wraps her arms around his neck. Kissing him back, a bit harder and a smidge more heated and seductive. Well, she hopes thats how it came across as. Smiles as he feels the heated kiss that grew a bit hotter and moans against her lips then pulls away."I'd be more than happy to teach you Vicky...you just have to be willing to learn and remember that I'm the teacher...you're not."He said as he smiled a bit and ran his hand along her ass again and pulled her against him so she'd feel that ache in her core as his cock rubbed against her slit. He could feel her already wetting her panties from her arousal. She felt him kissing her right back with that heated flare. Her eyes roll back into her head as she kept her lips on his. Her fingers tangling in his hair, and gripping it a bit. HOw could this, sexy man as he was, want to date her? And kiss her? When she couldnt even a decent cute guy to take her number. When his pulls away and says, that he would gladly teach her. Her eyes widen in shock. She didnt know to believe him? This was starting to seem too real to be true? This had to be a joke right? Right? Guys dont really want to show their bodies to her? Why does he? But, his eyes, they werent joking. They were serious. Vicky, couldnt help but believe him and trust him."You..you would? But..but...its me-oh my!?"Her face burns more red when she felt it, his cock! Rubbing to her moisting slit. Her hands grip his shirt tightly as she grew so embarrassed. Her hips just naturally grind on his stiff cock. Really trying to measure him up. Her lips lightly to his ear as she smiles softly, her finger slowly trailing up and down on his chest."Mmmm....deal. Your the teacher..should I call you Mr. Teacher too?"Vicky teased and nibbled on his earlobe softly. Drake smiled and shook his head."No, Sir will work for now."He said as he smiled at her and kissed her lips again. When he pulled back he looked at her and licked along her neck softly, moving his tongue to her ear."Would you like to start your training now? Or do you want to wait?"He asked as he gripped her ass again and let her feel his cock grinding against her once again. He'd start slow with her. Working her with oral, possibly anal, then vaginal when she was more than loyal to him and dependent on his word. She hears him asking her if she wanted to start now, and that alone made her soak her panties more. She bit her lip."I..I..would be lying if I said I didnt want to see....could..could..I just have a little peek? Maybe...maybe stroke it for now? Just...little little things? I..I...really wanna see....I dont really know if Im up for anything more than that?"Vicky giggles and grinds on him a little harder. Her hands were tempted to just reach in and rub him now. But, it wasnt hers, it was his. She would never do that. "Oh you're going to be trained on a lot more than just that, but for now yes."He said as he slid her off of his lap and removed his shorts so that his cock was standing up proud and thick. He was about an inch in a half wide and about eight inches long so he was a healthy male in all aspects and the tip of his cock had a small bead of clear liquid at the tip. Letting her look at him he smiled."Open your mouth."He said in a stern tone as he scooped the bead from his cock and held it to her lips waiting for her mouth to open. He set her down on the floor and she wathed his hands anxiously to take his pants down. Then it poped out, and her jaw droped and her eyes widen! It got her lady parts stiring if they could talk they would be cheering in joy, shouting things like. "A man! A MAN!!" Her nipples grew hard and she grew soaked, so soaked that it was slowly dripping down her thighs. She cant believe just looking at him woke her womanly body up. She really has been deprived of a male in her life. When he asked for her to open her mouth, VIcky bit her lip a bit confused, but figures. What other guy wants to show himself to her? She might as well just do what he says so she can keep him. With a nod of her pretty head. She licks her lips and opened her mouth a bit. Her eyes watched his finger wipe something off the tip. Vicky lifts her head up a bit and stuck her tongue out even a bit. She was eager to please, thats for sure. Smiling he slid his finger into her mouth and rubbed his pre-cum on her tongue so that she could have a taste of him and then let her suck it off of his finger."Taste good?"He asked as he looked at her."Lick your palm, get it nice and moist, then grip my cock and start stroking it up and down. Up to the head then down to the base slowly. This way you can get a feel of what a cock is like. Texture, strength and maybe, if you would like more of a taste, stroke like I said but put the head of my cock in your mouth and gently suck." She felt his finger then something sticky on her tongue. Shyly, she tasted it slowly. She smacked her lips, and studied the flavor. It was certianly new, but, she thinks she liked it. He sat down and told her what to do and she tilts her head. Her eyes in a trance and couldnt stop looking at it. It was hot, sexy, powerful and manly. Vicky scoots close to it and softly kisses the tip, kissing all the way down. A giggle here and there. Her tongue even licks and wiggles on it. Just to get a feeling of what it was like. A part of her, felt bad. She told her parents that she would wait till she was married. But she also didnt know she would go through life not wanted. And now, to keep the only one who does. She was willing to move a little faster. After a few minutes of licking him he told her what to do, and she nods her head again.VIcky licks both her hands making sure they were wet and one hand grabs the base and her eyes lights up again! THe other hand softly rubs his sack massagging very very gently. Her little sister told her guys like that too. So, she tried it. Vicky didnt want to rush. She wants to explore him a bit. It was her first time with one after all. Drake smiled as he watched her take the first step on her own, kissing his cock and licking here and there. He was a bit surprised by her playing with his sack but gave her a light moan showing her that he liked what she was doing. He wanted to taste her something fierce but he let her go slowly for now. As he felt her hand stroking him he moaned again and smiled as he saw that pleasured look in her eyes. She was giving him pleasure and it was in turn giving her pleasure, which was a big thing for her to be his pet. She needed to have pleasure while pleasuring him.Looking at her as she continued to stroke his cock and his sack he felt a bit more pre-cum leak from the tip, this time it was enough for her to get a good taste of him. She saw it, more pre-cum. Not even thinking, her tongue licks him up and licks it all into her mouth. She swallowed it happily and giggles as she pumps him faster."This.....this is allowe to be fun right? Am..am I weirdo for enjoying this so much?"Vicky asked, before she took a breath and pushed his tip into her mouth. THe second his tip was in, her eyes roll back and she moans on it greatly. Oh how she loved it. Any pre cum just rolls down her tongue and down her throat.She sucked him like he as a straw and her hands pumped the rest of his inches that werent in her mouth right now. Drake smiled and moaned as he nodded."You're supposed to enjoy this love."He said as he groaned when her mouth went to him and he gave her a bit more pre-cum. Pinching it off so that she would have to work for it he let her suck on him and stroke him. Soon though he stopped her and smiled as he stepped out on his shorts and led her to the room. Sitting her on the bed he laid down for her so that he could reach her."You can keep going, I just wanted to get comfortable. However, I want you to straddle my head."He said as he moved her into position by guiding her with his hands so that her legs were on either side of his head and he was looking up at her soaking panties. Gripping her ass cheeks he pulled her down and while leaving her panties on and in place he began licking the soaked fabric so that she'd feel his tongue against her engorged clit through the panties and feel him sucking at the clit as well. At first she was thinking she did somthing wrong. Vicky was pleased to know that she is allowed to enjoy this. But when he started leading her to who knows where. She got a little nervous that he was going to tell her she did bad. But when he was laying down on his bed, then his hands grab her thighs and make her straddle his face. She blushed, hard. Remembering her dream. Sure enough, she started to get his cock wet again with her spit and pump it faster than before. Not really fast, but enough to make a difference in the pleasure. Her lips kiss and lick the tip, her favorite spot of it right now. She couldnt stop licking every inch over and over. One hand reaches down to play with his balls for a bit to make sure they werent left out.When his lips and tongue touch her wet panties. Vicky's eyes widen as she fears he was going to say something. But he only starts to lick and suck over her panties. Vicky, had to moan, she had too. Her moan was low and purr like. She loved it, the attention he gave her in return. Moving his hips slightly with her mouth and hand he felt her on his sack again and he moaned again, letting her know she was doing just fine. He licked and teased her panty covered pussy with his teeth before he slid her panties aside and his tongue landed on the hot soaking wet flesh of her pussy. His slipped his tongue all over her and sucked on her juices as he moved along her clit and her entrance, but he didn't push inside her entrance like he had in her dream. Moving his hips a bit more so that he could get more of himself into her mouth he moaned a bit more."Suck deeper my sweet."He said in a low husky voice as he went back to licking and sucking on her. Vicky cant believe this was really happening! His tongue and lips were sucking and licking between her thighs. When he asked her to suck deeper, she blushed innocently, and took a deep breath. She had to try, not want to upset him. So she took a deep breath and then holding the base of his cock, her lips travel down more the fat inches. She pushed, and pushed. When his tip hit the back of her throat she pulled back gagging a bit. It scared her for a second, but she tried again. Getting a little more than half with out gagging in her mouth.Vicky moans on it, bobbing her head faster and faster on it, and sucks on it harder. Vicky was loving it in her mouth. It tasted and felt good. Drake hissed out a moan and started licking and sucking on her faster and harder as well. He wanted her to cum before he did so that she could experience the pleasure that came from having him release. It would either feel very good or simply throw her into another smaller orgasm. His last pet would cum after he did even if she'd cum before him simply because giving him release was pleasing to her. That's how he wanted her to be and she seemed to be there on her own which was good.Moving his hips with her mouth her gagging was a severe turn on for him simply because the squeezing of her throat and the noise were both very arousing. Moving his mouth from her he moaned again."Very good girl. That feels amazing."He said it out loud to give her praise. He was going so fast and hard! What was a virgin to do? It was so new, felt just like her dream! Her eyes roll back as moans with him in her mouth. If he could do that to her so well, she went for it, and pushed him all down her mouth. SHe gagged, but stuck through it. She wanted to deep throat him, and she tried her hardest. But as she gave him more, he did more even better. Vicky moans as her thighs shook. She didnt want to cum so soon, but she was still so very new to this attention, she as weak. Her head pulls off his cock as her head whips back when she hit and orgasm. Her cum flows down her thighs, her thighs shaking. Her breathing was panting hard and heavy. Vicky's face drops as she catches her breath. Not meaning to stop sucking him, but she had too. Soon though she was back to sucking on every inch in her mouth bobbing her head on him. Drake smiled when she came, drinking her juices greedily and lapping at her thighs to drink the rest before going back to her pussy as he pumped his hips then growled against her as his cock swelled right as she pulled her mouth back a bit and his cum shot into her mouth, filling her cheeks and coating her tongue. He filled her mouth rather easily and due to the quantity of his cum some slid from her lips as more poured down her throat urging her to swallow as he came. His hands gripped her ass cheeks firmly and his hips bucked as he finally stopped cumming and took in a few breaths."You spilled some my dear. Clean it up..."He said as he felt some of his cum dripping down his shaft along his sack. His tongue was everyhere! Licking up all her juices, she was so embarrassed that she was so messy, but sh thinks, he enjoys it? She thinks and hopes so. But what happened next, caught her off guard. HIs cum filled her mouth, alot! Her eyes were so wide as she kept the tip in her mouth. Sucking him off till she swallowed every drop in her mouth, and sucks every last drop out of him.How he told her to lick up what she missed, she nods her head, happily does so. Her tongue doesnt miss a spot on his cock. Licking it up, slowly, moaning as she does so. His taste was intoxicating, Vicky clearly enjoyed his cum. NOt minding it in her mouth or on her at all. Soon her lips were sucking on his sack to get the drops that were down there too. Drake moaned as she cleaned him off then as she was done he smiled and sat up slowly with her so that she was off of him. He leaned in and kissed her lips deeply, allowing her to get a small taste of herself while he tasted the remnants of himself on her tongue. Smiling he looked at her and chuckled."So, did you enjoy your first lesson?"He asked as he looked at her and leaned back on his bed letting her lay against him. He was sure she was still pretty horny, as was he which was plain as day since his cock was still hard. However he was also aware that she wanted to take things slow."Do you have any questions for me?" She was a little catious about kissing him after all that. But she got over that real fast as long as they were kissing. Her hands roaming his body, now laying down next to her. She could see he was still hard. So now she was a bit worried."Did?..Did I do bad? FOr you to still be..hard? I can try again! If...if you I was bad? I just need practice."Vicky was now worried that she wasnt all that good and that he might be bored of her already. Vicky didnt want him bored of her. Not all. She was clearly wanting to please him and still has a bit more to learn. Drake chuckled a bit and shook his head."No no, you did everything perfect for a beginner I am very impressed. I'm also used to sex a lot more than you are my sweet. I'm simply still horny is all. If you still want some practice I have an interesting thing to show you. If you're interested. You need to be able to trust me that I will never do anything to purposefully harm you though."He said as he kissed her lips softly and cupped her cheek mainly as a reassurance to her. He explains, that he was simply still horny. SHe sighs of relief and giggles. Vicky was clearly still horny herself too. When he cups her sweet slightly chubby cheek, her green eyes look into his, of course interested."What....what is it? Will...it hurt? It..doesnt envolve me losing my virginity does it? Im..not ready for that.....but...what..what is your idea."Vicky was clinging to him nervously. SHe was willing, but nervous that it will hurt. Drake smiled at her and shook his head."It does involve loosing your virginity, but not the one you're thinking about. I've already taken your oral virginity love....but tell me how this feels."He said as he moved around behind her and dipped his index finger along her pussy so that it was covered in her juices. He then rubbed the tip of his finger along her asshole, rubbing the tight flesh softly and pressing against it."Anal can feel very good if done properly. I know how to make it feel good and it will keep your flower intact."He said as he continued rubbing her ass hold softly. Vicky has an eyebrow lifted up confused but soon his fingers were rubbing in her juices and she blushed hard. But then his finger was rubbing softly on her asswhole. Her eyes widen as she bit her lip, then he pushed in,and it, felt good actually. SHe bit her lip harder and she purred a bit for him."GUys like it there too? Do..do women? Is that normal? I mean....it keeps my flower safe....I...I...guess.....we can try? Be..careful....your pretty big and well...Im tight back there..."She was blushing all over her body. Her round big ass was now sticking out and was nicely plump. "Some men like it back there but yes a lot of females do as well. We need to work you up to me before I even try to slip in."He said with a smile as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a slightly thick and long toy as well as some lubrication. Some females just naturally could handle anal, if she liked his finger maybe she was one of the few that could naturally handle it. So he rubbed the lube both on and slightly inside of her as well as on the toy. He then moved so that he was lying under her slightly and began licking her pussy while he worked the toy inside of her, pushing it past the tight skin of her ass hole and slowly working it in. When she saw the toy she was a bit, confused and uneasy, but she was trustin him, and wasnt going to tell him no. So his lips and tongue were on her clit, and the toy pushes in her slowly. Vicky whimpers a bit from the toy in her. It, wasnt that bad, her nails dig into the sheets and waits out the pain. Waiting for it to feel good."It..it..hurts a bit..."Her eyes were shut, but his tongue made her moan out with a horny smile on her face. That she knew she liked, so she was going to focus on that, till the toy starts to feel good. Drake continued to push the toy inside while he licked and sucked on her clit. When it was fully inside he began pushing it in and out of her slowly. The numbing lubricant soon doing it's job and making the entrance of her ass relax so that she didn't feel the slight pain from it stretching and the vibrations of the toy soon causing mass pleasure inside of her ass while the combination of his licking, sucking and growling on her clit added to it. The few painful minutes started to die down now. To something pleasureable starting to grow. Her head leans back, as her purs turn into more horny lustful moans. Vicky was still in shock that someone is actually willing to do things like this with her. But most certianlly, she wasnt complaining at all. The toy tarted to feel good in her and his tongue was doing wonders to her. Her fingers run through his hair, and she moans his name for him to hear what he was doing to her. If this was the toy, she could only imagine what he would feel like in her. As Drake noticed her starting to really get into the toy he pulled his mouth from her pussy and smiled."Would you like to feel me inside of your ass now?"He asked as he sat up and moved around her so that he could kiss her lips and look into her eyes. His hand was still on the toy pushing it in and out of her lush round ass. He pulls away from her clit and asks if she would like to feel him in her now. Vicky bit her lip thinking about this, but nods her head. THough alllowing him to kiss her for a bit to get her really into it, just a bit more. After kissing for a bit, she scoots over a bit, and lays there on her stomach. Not sure if wants her legs spread or not. So she lays there, her round plump ass ready for whats to come next. Her eyes were staring at the bed frame before her. Her hands gripping the sheets nervous. Was she going to be like this, when it came to losing her flower? Vicky gulps hard and waits patiently. Does she want this? After waiting and thinking, she does. She wants to try it. SHe has waited long enough for this. Drake smiled as he lifted her legs up so that her torso was on the bed but her ass was in the air. He spread her legs a bit and slowly pulls the toy free seeing the gaping pink hole of her ass. Spitting on his cock a bit he pressed the head towards the open hole and pressed in. The head slipped in rather easily and he slowly began working the rest of himself inside. Bit by bit, inch by inch he slid his thick hot cock inside of her ass and moaned as he did."You feel so good Vicky." She felt his hands moving her how he pleased. Then she knew it was coming. WHen he behind her and he spat on his cock. She bites her lip, knowing anysecond, a cock will be in her ass any second now. Vicky closes her eyes shut and grips the sheets. At first, it, wasnt so bad. He was in where the toy was. She actually moans very softly. THat was, till his cock was pushing deeper, and deeper than the toy even got. Her head whips up and her eyes widen. She tugs the sheets tightly and whimpers a bit."E-easey...please..."It hurt she felt pleasure and pain. SHe was doing her best to think of the pleasure.But he was really fat in her still barely broken in ass. Vicky groans and grunts a bit sexy like, to deal with the pain and just make sure to feel the good pleasure. Drake moaned a bit and slowed down only keeping his cock where the toy had been, moving back and forth with his cock so that she'd feel the more pleasuring side of anal. He then slowly, after she was really getting loud, moved in a tad more and began pushing in and out at that depth, slowly and carefully working in bit by bit, but making sure she was moaning and getting nice and wet in her pussy. Reaching around her hips he began fingering her clit while he fucked her ass."Better?" She was glad that he respected her plead and she nods her head once he started to play with her clit along too. SHe burries her face into the pillows to moan low and lusty filled moans. It was, starting to get really good now. As he didnt just shove it all it all. SHe allowed him to take his time, and it was starting to pay off. She, was, enjoying it alot! Her fluids run down her thighs and she turns her head to the side so she can breath."Mmmm..mmmoooree..."The moan dragged out her little beg for more. Her eyes fluttering the back of her head. He was starting to hit the right spots, and she was loving them. Everytime he hit the right one on the right time. Drake smiled and did just as she asked. He began pumping his hips. She was now able to take all of him so he was able to thrust in and out of her with long deep strokes now. Her ass was still pretty tight for him but damn it felt good. As he continued to thrust his skin began slapping against her ass cheeks and he moaned as he felt himself getting closer to his release due to her being so tight.Rubbing her clit harder and faster now he growled as he reached under with the other hand, playing with her nipples, pinching and rubbing them."I want you to cum my sweet." Her hands grip and tug on the sheets as he thrusts into her ass faster and harder. SHe moans and grunts into the pillows. Vicky was blushing, knowing he could see her like this. Loving it so much. So easily, so quickly? What kind of woman does this make her? Easy? A slut? Whore? Or...just desperate for attention? Vicky, doesnt know, and doenst want to think about it right now as she was being drilled. Her green eyes roll so far back into her skull, her face reating on her right cheek on the pilow now. Bouncing and bobing from his force."UUH! Faster!!"He was an expert probably knew she was getting there already. But she didnt care. She wants him to feel good too, so she was fighting the climax a bit. Wanting to last a bit longer with himm. Vicky sticks her ass up just a bit higher to it bounced and jiggled way more when his thighs and hips slam against it. Drake moaned as he gripped her hips a bit tighter and after a few more thrusts he moaned her name and sank his cock in deep as his cum exploded inside of her ass. Wave upon wave of hot thick semen rolled into her bowels and caused her stomach to expand slightly from the sheer amount that he was dumping into her anus. His cock thickened and pulsed as he sprayed his cum inside and his grip tightened on her ass. When he stopped cumming he shivered and looked down at her as he saw her mouth was open, tongue hanging out, cheeks red from her blush and her eyes rolled a bit. Smiling at this look he loved it. Slowly pulling out of her ass he watched as his seed spilled out of her ass and onto the towel that he'd placed under her just for that occasion.As her ass emptied of his seed and slowly returned to normal he smiled as he laid down beside her and kissed her cheek."You did so well my dear. I'm very impressed with you and I enjoyed myself thoroughly." It was happening all so fast, and all so well! She was in a mind control no think, just do stage. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue out as she moans and screams his name. Just when she thought it wouldnt get any better. His cock does these strong pulses and shoots his thick seed into her ass. Her head whips back and she bends her back as she screams out in a high pitch of pure pleasure. Loving how his hot seed felt in her. Flowing out once he pulled out of her.When he lays down next to her, she felt her ass, a bit sore now. But it was nothing she couldnt handle. She rolls onto her back and looks to him blushing so embarrassed that he saw her like that. But, at the sametime...loves that he did."I..I did good? I pleased you well?"She asked holding his hand and scooting up to his side. Drake smiled at her as she asked if she did well, submissive to the core. She would in fact make a wonderful pet."Yes you did. You did perfectly. You looked so sexy after you came down from your orgasm and the blush on your cheeks is adorable. I wouldn't change a thing about you."He said with a smile as he waited for his breathing to return to normal then he stood up and headed to the bathroom and ran a hot and soothing bath. Once the water was full he turned off the faucets and took her into the bath. Letting her get in he got in with her and held her small frame against his as they sat in the tub."Just let the water relax your muscles my sweet." Her body did just what he wanted her to do. Her head leans back on the rim of the tun, and she sits close to his strong body. A long relaxed sigh leaving her lips. She felt, rather good. It wasnt, real sex, it was just...anal. TO get her feeling good and getting her ready for..maybe down the road..he could be her first to take her virginity. Only time will tell."This tub is beautiful...you whole house is beautiful to be honest sweety."Her face blushes calling him sweety. Pet names, was something couples do, that she knew. And she thought it was adorable to call him that. Drake smiled and kissed her lips and her neck softly."Then you'll do just fine in this house. Something beautiful with someone beautiful living here."He said with a smile as he ran his hands along her stomach then up a bit and cupped her breasts in his hands and licked along the skin of her neck. Once they were done with the bath they dried off and he noticed it was getting rather late so he walked her to her room and let her get into bed once she was dressed for bed. Getting her wanting to be with him at all times was one of the biggest things, so he'd have her sleep in her room till she asked to stay in his, or showed that she really wanted to be in his bed with him."Good night my sweet."He said as he kissed her lips then walked out of the room and into his own.He shut her door softly and then closed his own as he laid in bed and turned out the lights. He walked to her room, and she slips in another tshirt, nothing under it. When he starts leaving, she was confused? He has seen her naked, he has touche every on her. THey were dating, and well, they were sexualy active? In a way. They had to sleep in seperate beds though. She rushed to his door and knocked on it. Needing an explination about this. She was not going to date him if she was just something for his cock to play with. And not snuggle with her when there was no sexual acts of any sort."Drake?.."She calls for him knocking on the door, rather loudly. A part of her was scared. That he did just want the sex. She wasnt going to be that girl. Even if her body was really craving it. Drake opened the door and raised an eyebrow."What is it my dear?"He asked as he looked at her. As she explained how she felt he smiled and shook his head as he kissed her lips."I wasn't sure if you still wanted to stay in your own room. Come into my bed. We'll move your clothes and what not into my, well, our room tomorrow morning...or whenever you don't have class."He said with a smile as he took her hand and led her into the bed. He then spooned up behind her under the sheets and kissed the back of her neck."Sweet dreams my sweet." She was glad that she was just a worry wort, and let him lead her into his, well, now their bed room.VIcky gets under the covers, and felt him holding her from behind. She giggles and wiggles her bum to his groin, her back to his chest and stomach. Then her arm holding his arm up t her chest. With a soft sigh, she easily drifts off to sleep for the night in his arms. Not moving nor waking up once. Till her cellphone next to her head goes off for school.With a groan she sits up with a yawn. It was five thirty in the morning, and she had to be there by six thirty. She only had morning classes this morning, so she would be back my eleven. Not waking him up. She gets up and then slips in some panties and bra. And something about her changed, that she didnt really noticed, till after she was dressed. She, was more comfortable in her skin. He gave her some boost as how she looked at herself. Her jeans werent baggy, there were actually really nice form fitting. Showing off the thickness of ther thighs and her plump ass. And a tanktop with a light hoodie over it and halfway zipped up. Her hair tossed up too. Vicky looks in the marror not really remembering who she was loooking at. Her curves were showing and she really wasnt all that big. Well, now she doesnt think so. SHe only hopes, the rest of the world sees that too. But it doesnt mater. Her boyfriends finds her beautiful. So the world can think and say all it wants about her. Its not chaning anything. Drake knew when she left and smiled a bit. She had a certain confidence to her now that he knew other males would see. Which was why she was ignored. She was so shy and self conscious. Sure enough while she was at school a lot of other males started to notice her, some asked for her number and one actually asked her to come to a party. Drake showed up at her school a few minutes before she got out in a long sleeved black turtle neck and a pair of nice blue jeans. A LOT of females were staring at him and practically drooling but when she came out he walked right over to her and in front of everyone gave her a kiss on her lips and wrapped an arm around her hip. She'd notice all of the females staring mouth open at him with her. He didn't care, he was happy.Looking at Vicky he smirked."So...how was school?" She saw him waiting out for her and she happily skiped to him a bit. Soon his arms around her waist and now kissing her lips. IT was in front, alot of people. And when she pulled away. Saw everyone with wide eyes and their jaws droped. Then he asked her how was school and she held his hand as they leave the school for the day."Honestly..it was really weird...girls were more mean than usual, and guys.....were talking to me? I hardly said anything today? Maybe 15 wors, in two sentences. And they were to the teacher. So..these guys...only talked to me..cause they are pigs..an liked how I dressed....you..you talked to me...even before I tried dressing like this....so..I think I learned more then just what I was supose to in school."She giggles and kisses his lips once more as they head where ever now. Drake smiled at her as he opened the door to his car and then slid in and drove her back to their house. Once home he waited till they were inside before he kissed her lips again, deeper then what he did at the school and smiled as he finally pulled back and looked at her."So...I need to get some new shirts and pants. Would you care to come with me to the mall? Maybe we can look into some new things for you as well."He said as he smiled at her.He was also planning on severely teasing her while in public to see how she handled it. He liked doing things in public, it was fun and offered one hell of a rush that made orgasms more powerful. "Ooo! THe mall! Count me in!"She says after their long deep passionate kiss. It was amazing, how he kissed her, and how she managed to learn to kiss so well, so fast. She lets her hair fall down to her shoulders and then reaches in her pocket seeing how much money she has from her last pay checks."Oks, I can actually spoil myself! This is going to be fun! Lets go!"Vicky says wanting to help him out picking his clothes and such. He doesnt have to get her nothing though. She doesnt want him feeling like he has to spend on her. Smiles and nods as he sets her back pack down then walks back out to the car and drives to the mall with her, holding her hand as he drove. When they get there he parked the car and walks with her hand in hand to the mall. Once there he smiled at the look of joy she had then walks with her to the first store he wanted and grabs a few shirts that he liked. Once he has them he takes her to the changing room and lets her sit outside. Going in he comes out later with a tight turtle neck sweater on and smiled."So? How does it look?"The shirt showed all of his chest, the same chest that she'd been kissing the night prior. "Oooh! I like that color on you! And it fits your form,perfectly sweety."VIcky claps and nods her head yes to the first choice he put on. Then she hands him the second on and tilts her head. This color, she wasnt so sure if it would look as good as the first one. But she doesnt mind getting an exscuse to look at his nicely toned body bursting through shirts. She didnt mind that, not at all. VIcky rather loved it! Drake nodded as he took the shirt and tried it on as well. He then walked out and gave a slow circle for her to see how the shirt fit. After trying on several of them he ended up purchasing five of them and then took his bag and walked with her. As they walked he put his hand around her hip and pulled her close to him."What store would you like to go to sweetie?" Vicky giggles as his arm holds her hip to pull her close. She wraped her arms arouns his too, and rested herhead on his arm as they walked."Boy...ummm? I...dont know? I just shop at Walmarts...thats what I can afford. The clothes here and the stores here are really pretty, fancy..and out of my budget. I just wear, sweats, hoodies, tshirts and jeeans really. Tanktops are for sleeping in. Besides today."She was being really honest with him. Drake chuckled."Well that's going to change. So come on."He said as he took her into some stores that were designed for slightly bigger sized girls offering her a wide variety of clothing that would not only be comfortable on her but had it's own sexy flare to it as well."See what you like."He said as he gave her ass a little tap to get her going. Vicky gladly followed him to where ever he took her. The store was huge, and had such nice things. Looking at the women shopping here. She felt, a little uncomfortable, and her old self was coming out. Her arms go to hug her stomach to try and hide her larger tummy. Vicky didnt have a flat stomach, but she didnt have a jiggly stomach either. THough how she has been treated her life, she thinks she does."I..I dont know......this store..if for girls like her....and her.. I..I am fine with finding some ts at Walmart.."She says still holding her stomach and starts backing up from the front door. This place was really girlly too. Vicky wasnt all that girly, well, she doesnt know. She never really tried.

Submit {Faceless & IrishBlood}

Deo Ascendant (Carmo & Rinzler)

Deo AscendantThe skies above Domayest Port loomed heavy and dark, but Jerrick doubted the threat of rain was going to dampen much business here. Be it through sunshine or inclemency, the place would carry on regardless. There were, after all, too many people eager to leave this world for another, and equally as many determined to arrive. Or more maybe, given how the nearby Cuhiri system was now immersed in its long anticipated civil war. Evacuation shuttles, Jerrick noted, were still alighting in droves entirely fitting for the foreshadowed deluge.Initially, he'd hoped the upsurge in traffic might've yielded a profusion of wayfarers hungry for further voyage. The plan, in fact, had been deceptively simple: get some passengers, get their money and all being well, acquire enough funds to cover the entry fee for the Astares race. Later, he learned that refugees fleeing with their lives possessed little else besides, while the wealthier complement already had transport, usually of a glamorous mode. More than a few times, Jerrick had watched - and not without envy - a lustrous flaresail or corsair set down on a local landing pad and then depart with a haste reminiscent of a king grudgingly sampling life amongst the commoners. Riches or rags, neither was coming his way. Domayest, it seemed, was a busted flush.Disliking the idea of leaving empty handed, he told Wexell he'd accept anyone, however penurious, and retreated to his ship. When the heavens opened several hours later, Jerrick was underneath the vessel, busy with the requisite maintenance for a forthcoming launch. Conceding the moment had finally come to cut his losses, he contemplated moving on to Caella, or Insen's terminus, and see what pickings were available there. If he could count one blessing, it was that the Astares event was a while away yet. Time, at least, had something to give.'Cept the more you acquire, the less you have,he mused, a second or two ahead of hearing his name called. The cry proved difficult to discern over the rainfall - which pelted the surroundings in a fury - but sure enough, he was being hailed."Aeden,"came the holler."Aeden, that you?" It turned out to be Wexell, of course. Lurching into the shelter provided by the undercarriage, the boarding agent flicked water from his face, head and hands with the distaste of someone ridding themselves of an obnoxious substance. "Stuff's comin' down like it's the end of days," he remarked. "Can hardly see out there.""Welcome to my humble abode," Jerrick said, reaching up to ensure two replenishment cables were secure in their ports. When done, he swiped his palms on a cloth and gave his visitor his full attention. "So, you got me anyone?"Physically, Aeden Jerrick and Glen Wexell had few things in common. Jerrick, whiplash lean, was in his mid twenties, Wexell around twice that. The younger man had sleek black hair; the other, an ash white crop of wisps underscored by a beard. The former's eyes were dark yet piercing, the latter's pale but nostalgic. Both, however, shared a similar smile: one which implied its issuer might be enjoying a private, cynical joke. It was through such a smile that Wexell imparted the particulars of his success."A freakin'nun?" Jerrick exclaimed, fighting an incredulous laugh. No, he certainly wasn't about to get rich. Still, he'd asked and Wexell had provided, so it seemed only fair he should follow up. "I just hope this doesn't become a habit," he quipped, pulling his jacket over his head before venturing out towards a rain-swept concourse, and the sprawling guest lounges beyond. Sarai sat in the hallway in front of the Preceptress’ door. She was nervous and tired. Waiting made her fret. When she’d been young, she’d run through the hallways here, always needing to be shushed and reminded to behave. She had been brought to the convent by her parents when she was two, a mouth that could not be fed. The nuns had taken her in, fed and clothed her, and rejoiced when she showed talents for fertility magic when she was only eight. They had trained her well, and challenged all of her skills. For the past 40 years she had used all of her energy, time and passion to help her people and worship her Goddess, Abra, the Mother of Multitude. At 50 she was at the top of her ability and training novitiates the magic required to bring forth fruit and grain, luxuriant harvests and nourishing food.Teaching the magics for human fertility was harder, with fewer nuns having this rare talent. Sarai allowed herself a sad smile. Remaining virginal to help others become fertile was so difficult. The forces of her Goddess were all about love and family and fecundity. Why could she not experience what her Goddess could provide? How could she teach that to the women blooming under her care?______________Sarai walked out of the office, stunned. They were sending her off-world to teach!I've never been more than 10 klicks from this building and now I'm going to another planet. Dear Lady Abra, please please support me.Her emotions were running wild as she walked sedately on the outside, running on the inside, to her cell. All of her belongings would fit in a single carry-bag. She gathered them up, then headed to the door.The Preceptress was waiting for her. "Thank you for doing this my daughter," she said in her gruff voice. "It is your time to see this world." Her eyes began to twinkle. "You've always been my favorite, you know. Shocking for me to admit. I truly believe this will bring you towards a new understanding of the Goddess, and will help your soul." "I will miss you, Mother." She was bred to obedience, and did not let the screaming in her head come out.I will be alone! I am afraid and excited and confused!She impulsively hugged the older woman, then exited the building she'd called home for 50 years. A cab was waiting and she got in numbly and sat silently for the trip.At the spaceport there was chaos. People everywhere, containers flying past, noise, noise noise.Keep it together silly goose. Find the pilot and get a ride- she told me to find Glen Wexell by the cantina.She looked at the morass of people and felt a stab of panic. How would she find someone this mess? The rain was finally here too, pelting her with a fury like that in her mind.A little chaos is a good thing- this is a bit too much.As she reached the cantina, a man in his 40's moved towards her, drawn by her confused face. "Are you Healer Sarai?" At her nod, he held out a hand and started walking her through the rain towards the guest lounges. He was talking to her, but she didn't catch much of it between the rain and her emotional turmoil. As they reached their destination, he told her to sit and wait for a moment while he brought the pilot to her. She sank into a chair, outwardly calm and inwardly shaking with emotion.She would consider what her new life would be later.I should be terrified, but I must admit that the idea of adventure is so appealing! The leash has been loosened and I'm excited. I believe the Goddess made this happen to me. Or is it for me?She smoothed her hair back and relaxed, starting to meditate to calm herself. Anyone looking at her would see a slim woman, brown hair starting to grow gray, no makeup, and a green cloak over a green dress that indicated her job as a healer. She also wore the symbol of her Goddess, a stylized tree of life. Her face was strong and well formed with a quiet beauty. Her lovely figure was obscured by her clothes, but her elegance was clear to all. Jerrick went into the lounge to find it crammed with refugees from rain and revolution alike. Everywhere, people sat, stood, slouched, waited or loitered in the hope of going elsewhere, conversing and cavilling in pidgin dialects either familiar or impenetrably provincial. Despite Wexell's lead, the pilot couldn't help but liken his situation to that of explorer risking a dense jungle. It proved an apt notion when, after what seemed an interminable advance through a morass of recalcitrant shoulders and nudging elbows, he finally set eyes on his prospective client. Her attire - from the green of her dress to the design of her sole decoration - was inarguably sylvan in character.Not that he was in any way taken aback. Jerrick had already gleaned enough from Wexell to know verdancy was as close to the nun's heart as racing was to his, though neither man knew much about her order."Abra - they're the ones who worship trees, right?" the pilot had commented, back at the ship. Wexell's response had been no less equivocal."I dunno," he'd said, shrugging."I'm just in it for the finder's fees. They're into shit that grows, I know that." Jerrick, having little interest in religion, left it there. As long as the payment came in credits rather than consecrations, all would be fine.Strangely, Jerrick's smile betrayed no hint of such cynicism when Wexell introduced her. If anything, the younger man's expression conveyed a vague admiration. Middle-aged and slender - in spite of the obfuscations of her clothing - the woman wore her years with a beguiling regality, as if she'd acquired a kingdom not of domains but venturous decades. "Sister Sarai," Jerrick said, echoing the name and title by which Wexell had announced her. "I'm Aeden Jerrick."He presented a hand, now mercifully dry, though the sleeve which appended it still dripped. "Glen here tells me there's somewhere you want to go." Sarai looked up at the handsome young man, a shiver running down her back.It’s the cold, right? I am not attracted to this young man, right?She shook his proffered hand and let go as quickly as was polite. “I am Fra Sarai, serving the Goddess Abra. Thank you for speaking with me. I need passage to Caella. Our Order has a school there, and I’m to teach.”And deliver messages that I do not understand to the Preceptress there. “I can pay you in local credits for this journey. Is that acceptable?" She fidgeted, cold and uncomfortable, tension and excitement roiling her stomach. Would he try and charge her a fortune because she was not an experienced trader? Did she even have enough credits? Her bargaining skills were mostly used on local farmers and getting students to cooperate with each other.Cloistered doesn't mean stupid. And working with students has taught me the body language and words of lying. Abra, please help me to be less cynical."Also, how long will the trip take, and what type of ship do you have?" The Preceptress had told her how long the trip should take and how much it should cost. She wanted to see what he said. She knew that her superior had trusted Glen Wexell and would have arranged all of this herself had there been time- this was an emergency mission.Come to think of it, she'd have time to ponder why she was being sent, with no advanced notice, to teach. Surely the students could be taught by another until she arrived on standard transport.A mystery to solve. I'll have plenty of time for that during the journey. This just seems strange...She had to stop herself and focus.And not be distracted by his lovely eyes. Jerrick's smile broadened a little when Sarai mentioned Caella. He'd already half-decided to make it his next port of call, after all."I've got two ships," he said, tackling the last question first. Settling on the bench opposite, he reached into his jacket and produced a small, palm-sized minicom. "Don't worry though. I won't be using the racer."Tapping the device, he set the space between himself and the nun alight with a glowing, holographic star map. "And Caella's no problem," he continued, pointing out the glyph which denoted the world's primary sun. "Except it'll be a longer journey than usual. As you can see, we'd need to circumnavigate the areas caught up in the civil war. All in all, it should take...eighteen hours. An Old Earth day at most.""That's still pretty good," Wexell offered, sitting down beside the younger man. "You sure you ain't taking the racer?""Heh." Jerrick swiped the minicom, terminating the projection. When he spoke again, it was once more to the graceful figure in front. "We'd be going by theCelestine.She's a reconditioned Merclan hauler with a boosted jump range of three point two parsecs. That's almost corsair class, though don't expect the luxury." His smile acquired a self-effacing tilt. "Or the cost. I can get you there for three thousand credits. Local rate."It was a reasonable fare, given the distance covered and method of transport. Not too expensive, nor cheap enough to insinuate corners - in safety, for example - might be cut. Present situation aside, this wasn't Jerrick's first passenger run, and his roster of clients had so far found little to complain about as regards outlay.Hopefully, the same would go for Fra Sarai. And if it didn't, then well...he was sure he could be amenable.Unusually sure, in fact. Fra Sarai was shocked at the price but kept that to herself, but looking at the route, then at Wexell’s face, made her decide. “That will be acceptable. I do not need luxury, but I do need safety.”I fear I have little experience of the world. I have important messages to deliver so the speed is excellent- 18 hours is quite short compared to what I was expecting. I have sufficient funds and should not worry about the cost.I’m impressed with this young man. He’s thoughtful and polite. And so handsome. Sarai realized that she was in danger of thinking too well about Jerrick, and scolded herself quite thoroughly.This is a mission, not a vacation. And I'm a Fra, and shouldn't even be thinking about this. Although my Goddess does seem to have a sense of humor...She shook herself internally, hoping her thoughts would not show in her face. “I have all of my things here with me and will be able to leave at any time. How long will it take you to be prepared to leave? "Not long," Jerrick replied. "I was departing anyway, so most of the pre-flight maintenance is already done. Give it an hour. You'll find me on pad G forty-four." He flicked his head towards the main window, which overlooked the docking bays. "Glen'll bring you if you're not sure where to go."Wexell nodded his assent. At the same time, Jerrick again consulted his minicom, tapping and swiping at the device before presenting it to the nun. The screen displayed a digital contract, one which involved a sum of three thousand credits and a summary of the service such payment would render. "I'm accredited, meaning the money will be held in escrow until we reach Caella," the pilot explained. "All you need to do is offer up a palm -" he smiled, but wisely kept counsel on the glib segue that spurred it:to cross mine with silver"- and uh, we can be on our way, I guess."* * *The rain retreated twenty minutes later, leaving the pads and concourses of the port shining like distant mirages. Correspondingly agleam, the Celestine proved an arresting sight, even to the more seasoned of the wayfarers now re-emerging from shelter. At seventy one metres in length, her spearhead aesthetic conveyed the impression of a sleek and aloof behemoth, though as a former hauler, she had been built for neither subtlety nor speed. In comparison to the Khorasar Trident Jerrick kept in pristine, race-trim condition on Theclite, the Celestine's style clearly prized functionality over flow, despite the glamour bestowed by the resurgent sunlight.It was Jerrick's wont to muse on his other ship, and the aspirations she inspired, whenever he expended much effort on his workhorse. Today however, he scarcely contemplated the acclaim he hoped to gain in the fraught and exhilarating canyons of Astares, Wenclave and Indrasil. Instead, with the maintenance completed ahead of schedule, he awaited at the summit of the Celestine's rear boarding ramp, idling in the shade of the hold, and thought about how the nun made him smile for reasons he couldn't readily explain. Fra Sarai almost numbly raised her hand and provided the palm print. Thirty silver indeed, she thought, unconsciously echoing Jerrick. Jerrick made her nervous somehow. It wasn't just his looks, it wasn't just his aura of danger; it was both and his barely leashed energy. She just wanted to touch him. That made her stiff and uncomfortable; she wasn't used to feelings like this.She nodded politely to Jerrick and Glen, thanking Glen for bringing her to the ship. She wanted a few moments alone for reflection, and possibly to contact her Preceptress if possible. "Glen, is there a sanctuary here anywhere? A few minutes there in prayer would help me enormously."As he nodded and offered his arm, they walked away. She could still feel Jerrick's gaze burning into her back, making her warm all over.Glen showed her to the quiet sanctuary, leaving her murmuring something about getting her a hot drink. She sat on one of the hard benches and began to pray for the success of her journey and for her old and new homes. Her wandering thoughts betrayed her, however, and she had to focus to keep her mind on her liturgy as opposed to thoughts of her Mother Preceptress's warnings and the suddenness of her journey.She apologized to her Goddess, sincerely thanked her for letting her serve, and left the sanctuary.She truly is the goddess of life and growth and fertility; a goddess of change. Her thoughts warmed her and gave her courage.She saw Glen as she stood, holding a steaming cup of something out to her. She thanked him gratefully and sipped, enjoying the bitter taste and warmth it provided. Sarai decided she didn't need to contact the Preceptress after all; she wasn't going to be out of touch for long and she was eager to go see the spaceship.When they arrived at the launch pad, she stopped to admire the ship gleaming in the sunlight. "It's a lovely thing," she murmured. They approached, and Jerrick didn't notice them because he was clearly admiring his craft. "It's a lovely ship" she repeated as they approached.She had her bag and was ready to leave. "Permission to come aboard" she quipped. "Permission granted," Jerrick replied, reaching for the woman's bag. The smile he sent her was effusive and like before, devoid of its usual note of cynicism. When he spoke next, it was to Wexell. "Suppose you'll be sticking around, huh?""Don't I always," the older man answered. "I guess even refugees need some place to go."Jerrick laughed. "Since when did you become such a saint?""When I helped out a nun," Wexell quipped, smiling playfully at Sarai. "Anyway -" he raised a hand in farewell "- I gotta be elsewhere. Take care, you two.""Will do."With Wexell gone, Jerrick returned his attentions to his client. "Ready?" he asked, before leading her up the ramp and into the Celestine proper.As the pilot had mooted, the ship's lack of luxury was all too evident - at least when it came to the thrumming, ozone-scented corridor he and Sarai travelled through to reach the foredeck. "This part used to be a cargo hold," the young man explained, en route. "Now it houses the singularity attenuators. Could say that what I gained in parsecs I lost in space. Still..."The corridor terminated in a sectional door, which slid apart at Jerrick's approach. "Hopefully, you'll find this better," he said, ushering his passenger into the suite beyond.Indeed, itwasbetter, if only in terms of simple, unpretentious comfort. Once a wholly utilitarian affair, the Celestine's foredeck had since been refurbished as a relaxed lounge cum cockpit combo. A dozen recliner seats, six on each side of a central aisle, faced a panoramic viewport which in turn overlooked a robust pilot's chair and expansive control console. Though clearly missing the extravagances of pricier charters - as the immediate absence of a servitor droid demonstrated - the pristine bathroom cubicles arrayed to the left and the food synthesiser on the right portended, at worst, a carefree experience. If there was much to complain about, Jerrick's previous clients had found little."Okay," he said, handing Sarai her bag. "I'm guessing you won't need the luggage chamber. There's footlockers under the seats. Take your pick." He gestured vaguely at the surroundings. "When you're settled, we can begin -"For reasons that escaped him, the man completed the sentence with the same kind of assured, lingering smile he usually deployed for seductions."- with the safety lecture." Sarai waved goodbye to the handsome Wexell. She'd enjoyed his company and liked his off-beat jokes.The ship impressed her. It was her first time inside a spacecraft, so luxury or not didn't matter-she marveled at the capability it represented.Besides, given my upbringing in the chapter house I probably wouldn't recognize luxury anyway- and it certainly smells better than some of the places I've served."This is fine," she assured him. "Please tell me more about her history after the safety lecture."OK, admit it I just want to hear his voice more.His voice made her feel shivery and raised the hairs on her neck.She stowed her gear under a seat that would let her watch Jerrick's profile without him being able to see her do it. She rationalized it to herself as people watching even though she knew she was lying to herself.Pathetic. I'm acting like a teenager.She stiffened her resolve and sat to listen. With the woman seated, Jerrick began."Okay. Well, if you've travelled like this before, you'll know the routine. Thing is, accreditation means I still have to give the spiel. So..."He pointed to a large circular hatch on the starboard wall, close to the food synthesiser. A prominent decal left little mystery about its purpose, but the pilot explained anyway. "In an emergency, go through there. It'll unlock automatically and take you to a rescue pod. The process is fully automated; you go in, it gets ejected, and will immediately start broadcasting on all distress frequencies - including the entanglement channels. You'll instantly be put in cryo, so there's no wait. The pod's equipped with reactive microthrusters, which'll counter the gravity of any nearby planet, and if you do get pulled into an atmosphere, gravlifts and shock gel will ensure a soft landing. Also, don't worry -"He grinned."Captain is always the last to leave the ship, so I'll be on hand to direct you. Which, I should add, is pretty dam - uh, darn unlikely. Never had a situation yet, and the latest guild stats say there's about a one in two hundred and thirty thousand chance of something like that happening. You'll be fine. Otherwise, it's all down to common sense: don't mess with the pilot while he's piloting, don't do anything crazy and if you need to use the facilities -" Jerrick nodded at the food synthesiser rather than the cubicles, judiciously leaving the latter implicit "- only do so when the fabri-gravity is active. Keep your chairbelt buckled whenever I tell you to. And...I guess that's it."Almost self-consciously, he ran a hand through his hair. "As for this old girl -" the man studied the ceiling for a moment, as if it might've represented the entirety of the vessel "- yeah, she's got a history. Family heirloom. She belonged to my grandfather, who used to haul all the way out to the Coalsack. Trucking's in the blood; I was co-piloting mom's bulk freighter - a Hestia, good ship - before I hit double figures. Was gonna carry on the tradition but then racing came along, which meant I needed shorter hauls if I hoped to compete a full season. Hence the passenger runs. Quick trips, similar money. Now and then, I even get some decent company too."He smiled again, of course. For the very reason he'd just touched upon. Goddess he is charming!"Sarai laughed. "This is my first time in space, so don't assume I know anything. I will not do anything stupid, though, and I'm able to listen well, so I won't make the same mistake twice." She ran her hands along her seat. I've recently eaten and used the facilities, so I'll just get comfy here.She leaned back in the seat. It was comfortable and she knew she'd have no troubles. She felt excited, more about the journey than any fear or riskiness.She spoke softly. "You are so lucky. I don't have family in the sense you did. I was an infant when I arrived at the Temple, and have no memory of parents or siblings. I've been raised in the Temple and accepted by the Goddess when I was quite young. Many years ago," she twinkled. "My life has been service, and I've been happy in it. I love my work and my Goddess and that sustains me."She looked at him sideways. "And I promise, that's the last time I'll talk about my faith. There is nothing more boring or irritating than having someone older than you prattle on about things you don't care about. Instead, I'd like to hear more about your racing when you have some time. Please let me know when I shouldn't bother you so I don't break your concentration."Besides, it'll make it easier for me to think about the Preceptresses messages and what she wants of me. Mysteries are not fun- they are just irritating. And I love listening to that young man talk; he has a sexy voice. Stop that!Goddess forgive me. I have no idea what is coming over me. I've seen attractive men before and never reacted like this. Why do I feel this way? Are you testing me? The pilot was surprised to find Sarai's tenure in her order had been lifelong. Something in the woman's poise suggested an ease with the vagaries of everyday existence which could only have come through experience. Then again, Jerrick had heard about monks who eschewed a cloistered vocation - mendicants, he believed they were called - and it stood to reason the same might apply to nuns. Either way, his curiosity wasn't so much stoked as merely stirred, and he was quick in moving on."Yeah, racing," he murmured, a tint of sheepishness stealing into his smile. "Best not get me started. I'd only bore you back. Speaking of which -" he nodded to the right side of his passenger's chair "- there's a quantanet visor in the right armrest. Full entanglement connection. Feel free to use it if you need entertainment. Not that I'm, uh...dropping a hint or anything. If you want to talk, be my guest. In fact, consider it an order if you're dealing with some first-time nerves. Otherwise -"Turning, he spun the pilot's seat round and settled in. As he did so, an array of navigation and status holos flared into life above the control console. Given how Jerrick closed the discourse, their appearance seemed almost anticipatory."- I guess we're about ready to go. What say you?" Sarai laughed at the look on Jerrick's face. "Yes, I still get to deal with men and women during my duties. I'm a teacher and a healer- being cloistered won't work for me," she said. "The look on your face is priceless." She sobered quickly. "I'm not laughing at you, but at me. My experiences ARE pretty limited, but I've gotten to be able to read people and their bodies and expressions very well. Don't worry- if I don't understand, I'll ask. In the past its lead to some interesting... misunderstandings, so I don't wait too long now."She sat back in her chair. "I am completely ignorant of racing, other than the fact that my patients bet on it all the time. I'm looking forward to learning why YOU like it and what it really is."She fidgeted. "I don't know how to turn on the... ah, got it!" She was shy, and pretending to watch the visor would give her privacy of her own thoughts and relieve her of the burden of making small talk. She had almost no practice in that, having mainly dealt with patients, their families, and other nuns. Call it transactional, she mused.And listening is definitely better than talking..."Let's go!" she said merrily,looking forward to looking at you.... Like most interstellar journeys of any length, the transition to Caella wouldn't be seamless. Though the Celestine carried an excess of fuel for the trip, the present limitations of shiftspace technology meant a number of intervening star-systems had to be accommodated. In terms of progression, it was effectively a join-the-dots affair rather than a linear one. Usually, algorithms could be trusted to plot an adequate route. The situation in Cuhiri, however, was anything but usual.Shortly after receiving Sarai's assent, Jerrick fired up the preliminary drives and then accessed the navigation holo, which loomed into prominence as a three-dimensional topography of local space. The confederacies embroiled in the civil war were immediately apparent on account of their pulsing hazard tags. As such, the pilot found them easy to avoid when he raised a fingertip and began tapping out a safe causeway of stars.It proved a simple task - or largely so, at any rate. One system gave him pause: CU-474, whose violet highlighting denoted something of interest. Ironically, the attached commentary delivered little of note: a binary system of brown and red dwarf stars, the smaller body had once exhibited a minor anomaly of some sort, but not much else. Nothing that merited any additional observations, nor a single warning or caution.If possible, survey further,prompted an eight-year old footnote. Given the lack of subsequent remarks, the mystery was likely as innocuous as could be. Jerrick included the system in the itinerary with scarcely a shrug, and soon had the circuit to Caella fully mapped out.Engaging the gravlifts, he told his passenger to fasten her chairbelt, radioed Domayest control to let them know the Celestine's launch was imminent, and hauled back on the VTOL throttle. A shudder ran through the hull as the craft heaved clumsily upwards. "Don't worry, that's normal," Jerrick called over to Sarai. "That is too," he continued, when the ship jolted. "Just the landing pads retracting." This was followed by another lurch, instigated by the sublight thrusters firing up, after which a semblance of calmness finally prevailed. Carving a steady, slantwise course though the sky, the Celestine gracefully abandoned the accoutrements of atmosphere - clouds, hazes, light-scattered azures and buffeting airs - for the gleaming resplendence of empty space. Sarai tried to calm her racing thoughts.This is exciting! And scary and new, new, new!She tried not to be noticed as she gripped the armrests and pretended to look at the screen. The unfamiliar bumps and jolts were like riding in a carriage, she assured herself.Looking out the front window and seeing their ascent through the clouds and entering space was a religious experience for Sarai. She muttered "Goddesses be praised" then silently continued her prayers. She thanked her Goddess for the breadth and scope of life, for the unbounded growth of the world; the universe.Yes, Lady Abra! I give you my life. I need Your power and presence. Prayer offered Sarai an ongoing opportunity to embrace her Goddess with words while seeking — through the language of petition and supplication — a way to articulate her most profound needs. It is not in the asking, but in the searching and wrestling that she gained clarity.You grace humans with wisdom and teach humanity perception. Bestow upon us Your knowledge, insight and understanding. Blessed are you the grantor of wisdom and growth. Despite his experience, the sight of freshly unveiled space rarely failed to heighten Jerrick's spirits. Here, denuded of an occluding atmosphere, the stars didn't so much glimmer as burn against the gulfs, while the galactic plane - the Milky Way of old - shone not just brighter but vaster, like the shore of some Empyrean continent. As ever, the man found himself entertaining the dual impressions of coming home and visiting a place never before seen. Once again, he remained wholly comfortable with the contradiction.Which wasn't to say his awe came at any cost to aptitude. As soon as the Celestine cleared the exosphere, Jerrick engaged the lateral and dorsal microthrusters, deftly aligning the vessel to the distant star that would serve as the initial point of call. Highlighted by a targeting holo on the HUD, system CU-017 shortly occupied the centre of the viewport like a bullseye."Our first stop-off," the pilot remarked, speaking over his shoulder. "We'll shiftspace there almost instantaneously, but the drive needs a while to power up. Maybe...an hour and half. Good news is we're out of the gravity well, so we can coast along under Newtonian steam in the meantime." Reaching across the console, he disengaged the main thrusters, leaving the ship to progress - as per his comment - via simple inertia. Accordingly, an abrupt hush enveloped the lounge, replacing the faint judder which had persisted since launch. Not for the first time, Jerrick felt as if he were escaping a bout of tinnitus.A milder thrum subsequently set in. "That's the fabri-grav," the young man explained, withdrawing a hand from the switch he'd used to activate it. "Meaning you're now free to move about, get some refreshment -" he gestured vaguely at the food synth "- and basically, just treat the big old nowhere like a home away from home." Sarai laughed. "You look so happy" she teased. "So comfortable. It's nice to see. I'm going to be a looky-loo for a bit- this is amazing. Stop me if I drool..."Sarai was stunned by the beauty of space. She saw color where she had expected none, and the stars shone brighter than anything she'd ever seen before. Looking back at her home planet was amazing as well, for the brief amount of time they'd seen it. The clouds alone were breathtaking. She gave thanks once again to the Mother, and couldn't drag her eyes away."Everything feels... normal!" she said, slightly affronted. "I was expecting something like you see in the holos; you know, no gravity, chaos." She smiled. "Space monsters, blood sucking aliens, whatever." Mock piously she added "thank the Mother". She unbuckled and rose and stretched. "Can I get you something to eat or drink?" "Nothing for me," the pilot replied, grinning back wholeheartedly. He found Sarai's vivacity infectious, largely on account of it being so unexpected. When Wexell told him he'd be transporting a nun, the younger man had envisioned a laconic, calm, remote and perhaps - if worst came to the worst - dour individual. Certainly not the woman nearby, who Jerrick had to admit was downright attractive.Naturally enough, it left him curious, and after delivering a brief primer on how to operate the food synth - "Ever used a coffee machine? Same principles" - he set about the task of finding out more.The obvious place to begin, of course, was her religion."So, thisAbrathing," he ventured, somewhat distractedly. Though he'd pivoted his chair around and now faced his passenger, professional habit meant he couldn't entirely divert his attention from the control deck or its attendant holos. "Glen tells me it's kinda like...nature worship? Is that right?"It was a clumsy prompt, and possibly an indelicate one.Here's hoping there's room for forgiveness,Jerrick thought, his smile acquiring a tilt that seemed more inclined towards impishness than interest. Sarai assumed this was a casual interest on the handsome young man's part.So kind to ask about what's most important to me. And so attractive!""Mother Abra is the Goddess of Fertility and Growth. We don't worship nature per se, its more of a desire to see the world and its inhabitants grow. People, animals, plants... it all counts. I am a healer, and I focus on repairing and nurturing. I will heal and pray for healing, I will help women become pregnant and men become fertile, I can breed new types of plants and use plants for many purposes. She is also the Goddess of Light. Mother Abra is about passion as well, and is fiercely protective and has very strong resolve. We celebrate women and men both, but I will confess I focus more on women's issues and health."She paused and looked at him closely. "Do you have a religion?" She paused again. "And what are you passionate about?" "Healer, eh?" Jerrick murmured, mostly to himself. Despite being partially sure she meant a spiritual salve rather than a physical one, something in her delivery suggested the latter. Then again, that was how religion worked, was it not? Convince the common folk of the reality of the unreal, and watch the churches, mosques and temples fill. Had his mood been tinctured with its usual cynicism, the pilot might have included coffers and bank accounts in the list. Present company, however, somehow precluded such jaded assumptions. Perhaps the grace with which she wore her beliefs wasn't just easygoing or joyous, but guileless too."Anyway, ah...no, I'm not religious," Jerrick continued, answering Sarai's first question. "Family wasn't either. I think we're Episcopalian. About as non-practising as it gets, though. I've got this, in any case..."Turning slightly, he gestured at the viewport."The big old nowhere." He smiled. "Space. The stars. Ever since I was a kid, this place has felt like home to me. But you know, it's funny - whenever I go out here, it always feels as if it's the first time." He drummed his fingers on the control console and watched as a train of distant ships caught the light of the local sun, flaring like threaded dewdrops at dawn."Yeah...I suppose it's as close to a passion as anything," the man added. "Maybe even a religion." He paused for a moment, fingers still drumming, then swung back to the woman."So this really is your first time, right?" he said, his smile reacquiring that mischievous slant of earlier. "Tell me -" he nodded over his shoulder, indicating the the blaze-laced darkness outside the viewport. "What do you think? Reckon I could convert you?" Sarai thought space was gorgeous; the silence, the light, the newness, and the never ending nature of it. This was very similar to the things the Mother taught, she realized.This place is beautiful and I'd love to live out here, visiting place after place. I've taught for years and would love to spend the rest of my life adventuring. Heavens, what a thought!"Growth, says the Mother, is a passion. I'm retired now, and after this stint, I am not sure what I'll do."Probably die of boredom.... "The Order can always use an extra pair of hands, I guess."But I deserve some time for me. I want to explore, to grow myself! After 40+ years of serving I want to do something for myself!"Yes, I think you might be able to convert me- or at least let me add to my list of passions. Maybe I'll find a ship looking for an extra healer..."Did I just make a naughty pun to the handsome boy? I think I did, and it was fun! For once, Jerrick was lost for words. Though gladdened by his passenger's effervescent response, he didn't quite know to react to it. Had she just offered the hint of a flirtation? Maybe...then again, maybe not. Groping for firmer ground upon which to base a reply, the pilot settled on what he deemed the least allusive of her admissions.'You're retired?" he asked. "So this teaching post...it's voluntary, or something? Have to say, you, uh...you seem pretty young for retirement."It may've been an honest statement of fact - or a fact as far as Jerrick saw it - but there was no denying the inherent compliment, nor even the note of a reciprocal flirtation.And with a nun, too,he thought, faintly pleased with himself.It wasn't as if she'd started it, after all. Sarai laughed inside. She'd confused him- excellent work!I'm NOT flirting. He's just a boy and I'm too old and boring for that. And a religious woman as well! I'm naughty indeed."Now thank you for the compliment. I'm not old in my mind, but I've served for over forty years and there are younger nuns who can take over my role. I am told I do my job very well indeed, but... some of the current senior nuns find me a bit... sassy for their tastes. That's why I'm being sent..."She stopped abruptly, thinking about her meeting with the Preceptress, and sobered quickly. "I had best do some meditation now" she finished somewhat stiffly.She settled back into her seat, vowing to concentrate on her mission.Mother Abra, what am I to do?" Sassy,Jerrick thought, smiling inwardly. The idea had a lot of charm, especially in how it sat so incongruently with the woman's vocation. Amused, the man missed the moment when she cut herself short, as if curtailing a closely guarded secret. "Meditate away," he replied, catching the last part of her remark. Resolved, in some sense, to do likewise, he spun fully back to the viewport and engrossed himself once more with the serene, star-strewn imperatives of his mission.* * *Sometime later, Jerrick breached the smalltalk-laced quietude by announcing that the shiftspace jump was imminent. As it was going to be another novel experience for his passenger, the pilot offered her a quick précis."The transit will only take a few seconds," he said. "And it'll temporarily cut out the fabri-grav, though not long enough to be really noticeable. Outside -" he gestured at the viewport "- things'll appear strange. Sort of like the phosphenes and after-images you get when you close your eyes. Weird, but harmless. Even better, there's no relativistic payoff, so you're sure to make your appointment on time. The downside is how the drive functions: it navigates by locking on to the largest destination body, meaning we'll translate within zero-point-three AU's of the local star. That's pretty close, and there'll be a moment when the ebb effect of retracting shiftspace might make it seem as if we're heading directly towards it. But we'll be fine. The view will polarise on entry, so there won't be any harm from the glare. Ship's fully radiation-sealed too."Leaning forwards, the pilot clasped the stirrup handle which would trigger the shiftspace drive with one rearward haul."Ready to take the plunge?" he asked, over a reassuring smile that somehow added the note of a dare to the words. Sarai meditated to clear her mind.The senior nuns asked me to deliver a message... sounds simple. It can't be. Why put me on a spacecraft? Anyone could teach what I am supposedly going off-planet to teach, and with all due modesty there are plenty of fine teachers there who can teach the subjects as well or better than I can. Perhaps it isn't about the teaching at all- and just the message. It's a strange message, too. "It is time." What the heck does that mean, and why am I to deliver the message?After pondering for some time, she shook herself internally and laughed.I'm doing as I'm bid for the sake of the Mother. I don't need to understand. If only I could make myself believe that. The Nuns are nervous and some even seem frightened? What on earth is going on?A small spark of rebellion hit her hard at that point, just as the handsome young pilot started to speak. She appreciated his information and the time he took to tell her what to expect.I'm excited!"I am very ready to take the plunge!" She clapped her hands with excitement and sat forward as much as her restraints would allow her to. "Avanti!" Jerrick engaged the shiftspace drive, immediately incurring a hum that reverberated throughout the deck. Outside, shining stars and phantasmal nebulae blurred and then abruptly sped by like wind-snatched embers. Shortly after, a strange darkness prevailed, replete with onrushing arcs and auras that scintillated in a manner akin to the optical fractures of a migraine. There was no real sense of forward motion; if anything, it seemed as if the ship was stationary amid a jetstream of barely perceptible activity.The transit lasted for four seconds, during which the lack of fabri-grav lent a familiar lightness to Jerrick's body. When it ended, it did so as suddenly as it had begun, with everything beyond the viewport resolving into a sharp point of light that rapidly acquired the magnitude of a vast sun. As the pilot had warned, it briefly appeared as if the Celestine's course might prove fatal. Within moments, however, the man had the ship on a less perilous trajectory - one that terminated in distant, serene constellations rather than the looming, flare-haloed K-type star which served as system CU-017's nexus."First stop done," Jerrick concluded, releasing the pitch and yaw controls to ease back into his chair and enjoy a stretch. The drone of the shiftspace drive had already given way to the gentler resonance of the fabri-grav generator, and overall, things were as much as they had been before the jump. "Next one should be..." The pilot glanced at an array of pulsing holos to his right. "In two hours time."He spun round to Sarai with an easygoing smile on his lips and awaited her appraisal. Or better still, her approval. Sarai gulped hard.Dearest Mother what a bizarre feeling! Exciting! Part of me is exhilarated and part of me is going to throw up on this nice chair...She felt the Mother smiling at her. The Mother loved joy and excitement- she was the embodiment of growth."Does it always feel like that? Like I'm a bird?"with a slightly rebellious stomach?she added to herself, laughing. "That was amazing! I can't wait to do it again." She paused. "Why does it take two hours for the next one? Does it matter where we are, or do things need to recover or something?" "Recovery is right," Jerrick replied. "The singularity attenuators need about two hours to charge before jumping. They also power the fabri-grav, which is why it cuts out during the transit."Swinging back round, he glanced at the set of holographic icons and readouts pertaining to the shiftspace drive. A fresh charge was already building, and all seemed well. "There's eight more to go," the pilot added. "An eighteen hour journey altogether, as I said." He smiled. "Not so sure you'll feel like a bird by the end of it. If you do, I guess I'll have to consider getting a co-pilot..."* * *As promised, they transited to the next system in a little under two hours. System CU-008, otherwise designated Illuria, boasted a fairly nondescript red dwarf star as its central body, and the feature was repeated in the follow-up destination, CU-097. "They're the commonest stars in the galaxy," Jerrick explained, refraining from appending it as has father had so often done:like shit in a cowshed."You'll find one in our next stop too: CU-474. It's a binary. There's a brown dwarf also, though it'll probably be deep red or purple. Might even look a bit like a gas giant."The pilot didn't disclose the fact that the system had been flagged as anomalous. As he'd already ascertained, if the discrepancy was significant then it would have been earmarked as such. Still, he remained curious, and not a little hopeful. Space, for all its inspirations, rarely offered much in the way of the unexpected. This time, maybe Sarai wouldn't be alone in her surprise.* * *The unexpected did indeed arrive, but only to confer shock instead of surprise.Jerrick hardly needed the abrupt intercession of a hazard holo to tell him something was awry when the Celestine shifted into system CU-474. The aberration was immediately apparent in how the viewport filled with a vast turquoise body that shed flares and prominences as a lit fuse expelled fire. He had time enough to thinkwhat the fuck?before realising the fabri-grav had also failed to kick-in. The situation wasn't simply unusual or even unprecedented. It wasscrewed."Gravity's out," he said, his voice carrying a composure earned through years of knife-edge racing. Yes, he felt fear. But he felt a little like smiling too. "Best you keep your chairbelt buckled."The man was relieved to find that whatever had affected the gravity generator hadn't struck the engines, and he quickly steered the Celestine away from the conflagration. Bent on discovering what, exactly, he'd almost run into, the pilot consulted the HUD's spatial scanner. The red dwarf was out of sight, but clearly designated. As was its companion. Except in this instance, the body corresponded entirely with the blazing phenomenon he'd just bypassed.The brown dwarf star, it transpired, wasn't red or purple. It was incandescent.Not that Jerrick was about to dwell on the matter. Not when he had something more important to deal with first.Fastening his own chairbelt, he turned to Sarai. "You okay?" he asked, sure that the fierce pace of his heart was the work of adrenaline and nothing else. Sarai had been spending time thinking about the Preceptress and her mission. She'd come to the highly unwelcome conclusion that she'd been lied to- probably over the course of years. Nothing made sense. Her heart was sore, her mind in rebellion. Sarai grabbed a snack. She was rarely this upset and heartsore; she was at peace with her Goddess but not her order.I WILL get answers when we arrive. I have no idea what they're keeping from me but I will get to the bottom of it!She cleared her mind by covertly staring at the handsome pilot. She didn't even try to justify it to herself- she chose just to enjoy herself.****She'd been watching his profile when the gravity went out. She saw the shock, followed by the professionalism that would have hidden his fear from others not as attuned to people as she was."I'm... I'm fine" she stammered. She felt a bit lightheaded and definitely frightened. "What's happening? Are we in danger? Is there anything I can do to help?" "Just stay calm," Jerrick replied, offering a smile whose tilt suggested mischief rather than mayhem was afoot. "Aside from the gravity, everything seems normal."Confident of Sarai's wellbeing, he retook command of the controls and hauled the Celestine round to face the anomaly. This time he had more than a glimpse to go on, though it yielded few additional results. Again, he observed a sprawl of huge, feathery prominences that put him in mind of a frozen explosion. Faintly turquoise, the core of the thing shone several orders of magnitude brighter than the nearby red dwarf. The man had chanced upon plenty of brown dwarf stars in his time. None were like this.His immediate thought was that he must be witnessing a supernova event, except it wouldn't have happened to a body of this type. The pilot's second idea, based on a number of theoretical simulations he'd seen, centred around quark stars. But like the previous notion, brown dwarfs did not turn - as the cosmologists put it - strange. Also, both phenomena were vanishingly rare. Centuries of interminable jaunting across the gulfs had yet to disclose a human who'd beheld either, and Jerrick harboured little doubt the trend was set to continue.However,somethingprodigious was underway here, given its mystery. Eight years ago, it may have existed as scarcely more than a glimmer - an untoward reading from an otherwise commonplace L or T type body, maybe - and was logged accordingly. If any subsequent investigations were mooted, then they'd surely been dashed by Cuhiri's fraught and ever worsening politics. In the end, Jerrick knew he could only speculate: on what he was presently watching, and how it might have affected the Celestine's gravity generator.Along with, he shortly discovered, the -"Shiftspace drive," he intoned. Grimly this time. He felt a faint urge to tap the offending holo, as if it was an errant fuel gauge. "It's not recharging. Guess, uh...guess I spoke too soon. Looks like the singularity attenuators are out." And what the heck does that mean? Time to become, or pretend to become, cool and collected."Sorting through what you just said, as a non-pilot or scientist, I'm assuming the news is bad. How bad?" She looked at his grim face and felt the urge to touch it and make him feel better. She turned to the window instead as the light captured her attention.Sarai had never seen anything like what was shining through the windscreen. The color, the lights, shadings of stars, it was all new to her. It was gorgeous. She held her breath unconsciously, excited and scared at the same time. She couldn't stop staring as she felt a deep urge to pray."Dearest Mother Abra" she began, feeling the light of her Goddess fill her soul and calm her fear. She prayed for life, love, and most importantly thanks for the beauty that surrounded her. Her eyes wide, she then prayed for Jerrick. Her thoughts of him were warm, somehow. The Preceptress would not approve, but... wasn't love about growth? She shoved the rebellious thoughts aside, and went back to her prayers. She sent messages of love, life, and fearlessness to her Goddess and her pilot. Idly, she wondered if Jerrick could feel what she was sending to the beauty around her.Probably not. Just a fantasy.She appreciated the way he was handling the crisis- no yelling, no panic, sense of humor intact. She found that very impressive in the young man. "It's, uh...it's not great," Jerrick replied, by way of understatement. Checking the holos further, he found - as suspected - that the compromised singularity mechanism had also affected the entanglement transmitters, leaving any communication to a neighbouring system impossible. In short, they were stranded, unless -Jerrick consulted the diagnostics. Behind him, his passenger recited what he thought must be a prayer.Might as well,he said to himself.Right now, I'm open to all options.A moment later, the situation improved. "Okay, so the diagnostics have come through," the pilot announced, his tone brighter. "And there's no physical damage. Looks like the captive singularity got hit with an interference fluctuation. Probably sent out by that thing." He nodded at the viewport, indicating the blazing, blue-green phenomenon beyond. "All we need to do is reboot the containment node. Which'll require, uh...around a week."He turned round to Sarai and offered a resigned half smile. "Otherwise, it's a five year journey with some serious relativity lag." The shrug which followed was one of despondency rather than disinterest. "I'm sorry about this. You'll get your fee back, of course. Guild rules. And professional pride. But yeah -"Jerrick glanced again at the mutated dwarf star."About a week, give or take." Sarai sighed with relief and smiled. "I'm not worried about the fee Jerrick. I'm just glad that this isn't a crisis- no one was hurt and the ship wasn't damaged. That count's for a lot in my book."Thank you Mother Abra for your generous help. We deeply appreciate it.She tucked her hair back behind her ears and played with the necklace at her throat. Her Goddess had again provided her with serenity when she needed it.She paused and asked diffidently "do we have enough supplies for the week? I mean air, food and water?"And then glancing at him from the corner of her eye "will this impact your race this year?" "Yeah, more than enough," Jerrick affirmed. Were the pilot less distracted, he'd have almost certainly tackled the woman's subsequent enquiry, and with some enthusiasm. However, Sarai's preceding question had spurred a different train of thought, one which centred on the mention of air and water. Turning to the viewport, he consulted the HUD and drew up all the reports available for the local system.It was a long shot, true, but there was little to lose. "Air and water," he murmured, zooming in on a virtual orrery of the goldilocks zone. Shortly after, the man followed it with a triumphant"Yes!""We've got an Earth-like!" he exclaimed, glancing back towards his passenger. The grin he sent was not only broad but vaguely incredulous. "Here. In this system. A habitable planet. Well, okay - asuspectedhabitable planet. Oxygen rich - thirty percent - and a gravity of zero point nine G. Not many other details - I guess it was just a cursory scan - but what we have looks good."Jerrick again scrutinised the system map. "Right. We can make it in a couple of hours at zero point zero five C. Relativity-wise, it means you'll eventually reach Caella a few minutes younger." He smiled crookedly. "If we can land, I should be able to put the ship in standby mode and reassign any surplus power to the reboot, making it quicker. So yeah...I'm sold. How about you? Up for checking it out?"As questions went, Jerrick had asked less redundant ones in his time. Already he was hauling the Celestine away from the phenomenon - however arresting it appeared - to seek out a wonder equally unexpected but immeasurably more welcome. Sarai almost laughed. The young man was so clever.Thank you Mother Abra! For the air, food and water, and the pilot who was surely one of her chosen."Let's go! Smart! How can you be sure its habitable? And what can I do to help?"She unbuckled herself and started moving around the ship looking at it with the fresh eyes of a changed situation. "Tell me more about this planet. She started rummaging through her gear as well looking to see what she had that would be useful during this adventure. She sighed internally, thinking that they wouldn't actually be leaving the ship, just "resting" it. Then she laughed."This will be the most luxurious camping trip ever! No tent, hot food, sounds easy!" Suddenly she felt exhilarated.This is new, this is fresh, this is growth! I'm doing something that none of the other nuns have ever done and I will need to rely on myself to make things work- fabulous! Alright, and on the handsome pilot...She blushed, and watched him fly. He made it look so easy."I like the idea of lower gravity. I bet I'll be able to run faster..." "Here's hoping we don't find anything that needs running away from," Jerrick riposted, his smile still broad. Although the situation wasn't ideal, he couldn't help but share in Sarai's effusiveness. Their newfound world might be sublime, or less so. Either way, the promise of the unprecedented awaited and it felt exhilarating in spite of all accompanying pains.* * *Approximately five hours later, a planet too obscure for even the most contested indices loomed large and pristine in the Celestine's viewport. Jerrick found little novelty in its appearance: Earth-likes were precisely that, in terms of both composition and aesthetics. The atmospheric haze blazed blue; the troposphere hosted feathery continents of cloud. Beneath each, crystalline oceans exhibited landmasses whose shades ranged from brown to verdant green to desert ochre. Had the coastlines been a tad more familiar, the pilot might well have assumed himself home."Quite a beauty, eh?" he remarked, his eyes glinting with the light of the world. Despite the discomfort bestowed by the encroaching gravity - as usual, weightlessness had proven far too easy to get used to - the man felt ready for anything. Eager for it, in fact.Like I'm just about to race,he thought, smiling at the absurdity of the idea. The route ahead augured no struggle, only serenity."You can give her a name if you like," he said to Sarai, tilting his head at the viewport. "She hasn't been indexed, and as you commissioned this voyage, it's within your gift. There's one stipulation, though -"Jerrick turned to the woman, his smile reacquiring the faintly wry slant of earlier."It can't be anything, uh...improper." Sarai had been meditating and praying silently for the last five hours, hoping for guidance and seeking comfort from her Goddess. When they reached the planet, she was amazed at how much it looked like pictures she'd seen of earth."Can we land on one of the verdant green places please?"My Goddess will appreciate it. And if we don't, we'll try to bring growth to it in some tiny way.When Jerrick asked her about naming the planet, she was shocked and pleased. "Really? You're kidding! Really?" She composed herself before she looked any more the fool. She laughed at his face when he made his caveat, and couldn't stop laughing as the tension released. Once she was down to hiccupping giggles, she got out "I'd be honored. Ok, let me think."She paused in thought, then decided to tease him. "Jerrick's World? No... name's taken. Ditto Sarai's world, etc. In the Old Language, Marr'ai means Goddess' Hope. What do you think of that?" She smiled, suddenly unsure. "I'm not trying to push my religion on anyone and it would be presumptuous in the extreme for me to name a planet after my Goddess. This is more general." She waited for his comments.Then she snickered. "And Goddess' Hope is only slightly improper. Right?" "Marr'ai," the pilot repeated, his smile unwavering. "I like it. And as for pushing religion...well, no more so than the folks who named Jupiter and Neptune, I guess."Retaking the controls, Jerrick oriented the Celestine towards the nearest of the world's temperate zones. As per Sarai's suggestion, he aimed for a green hued portion of the topography ahead - or rather below, now that the viewport presented a sprawl as opposed to a planetary curve. The descent proved as sedate as the man had expected, with only the flames and judder of an atmospheric entry marring the peace. Soon, he had the craft coasting a plane of wispy clouds and then, a moment later, a verdant expanse threaded with a winding, glimmering river. In the far distance, blue-hazed mountains underscored an azure, cirrus-swept sky."Look great," Jerrick mused. Which wasn't to say he contemplated incaution. "Best we have a sniff of the air first," he explained, activating the atmospheric scanners. "For all we know, that thirty-percent oxygen might be offset by seventy percent carbon monoxide. And this is before we think about any potential micro-organisms."Leaving the scanners to their work, the pilot scouted for a suitable landing spot. It was an easy job; aside from a few lazy hills, the locale appeared largely comprised of flat, grass-covered fields - and bizarrely enough, what seemed to be ice."Is that snow?" he muttered, squinting. Some way ahead - half a kilometre, maybe - intermittent sheets of white broke up the greenery. If itwassnow, then according to the hull temperature reading, it could somehow resist warmth. Jerrick, his curiosity fired, drew the Celestine close to one of the patches - most of which, he noticed, were aggregated along the riverbanks - before deploying the undercarriage."Okay. Let's see," he said, once the ship was fully set down. The ensuing sense of stillness may have been acute, but any corresponding silence was swiftly irrupted when the pilot accessed the viewport's zoom function.His exclamation arrived more as a question -"Flowers?" - albeit an unnecessary one. The details of those white tracts were all too clear: Marr'ai had come with flowers. Tall white flowers, as slender-stemmed and abundant as lilies in an Old Earth field. Sarai was quietly happy.A name befitting a wonderful goddess.The planet looked lovely. She saw the beauty of the sky and the clouds and was caught up in the beauty and promise of this planet. The flowers were amazing- long and tall and reminding her of something she couldn't quite place. Her breath caught, in wonder of the beauty surrounding the Celestine.The essence of spring perhaps?As she luxuriated in the beauty of the place, she listened to Jerrick working. "Naïve question. What do you mean "have a sniff"? Your sensors can tell what the components of the atmosphere outside is, right?" She stretched without realizing it. "I want to touch the flowers!"Please be safe- I just need to touch them. Stroke them. Feel them on her skin...She shook herself slightly.What the heck? Sarai's question, naive or otherwise, was soon answered when the atmospheric scan came through. Jerrick, his hands steepled before his face, jigged a knee as he studied the relevant holos, his smile broadening in increments. The news, it transpired, was good. Very good."Thirty-three percent oxygen," he announced. "Sixty-five percent nitrogen, then trace gases after that. Atmospheric pressure is slightly less than home. No toxins. Organic constituents..."He frowned a little, still keeping his eyes fixed on the display."Not much. Only inert bio-polymers." The man looked again at the viewport, and the flora it disclosed. "Pollen, I guess. From those. Nothing else, though. Nothing that indicates animal life, anyway."Unbuckling himself, Jerrick stood up, raised his arms and stretched lavishly. "Seems we're safe as houses here," he concluded, grinning now. "Ones with no big bad wolves to blow them down."* * *The first thing the pilot noticed when he led Sarai down the Celestine's boarding ramp was the clean scent of the air. And literally so: it carried a slight, pleasant note of freshly washed linen. Secondly was the grass, in that the fields were comprised of something else - tiny fern-like structures which appeared brittle but felt spongy underfoot. Then he observed the diffuse quality of the ship's shadow, and the vaguely spectral characteristic of the surrounding light.It posed no mystery, and as if to confirm what he already knew - that such subtle distinctions of illumination were the norm in binary systems - Jerrick glanced up. Unsurprisingly, the red dwarf shone coyly. Less diffident was its partner, which burnished the heavens as a nacreous flare. Together, they shed the approximate brightness of a G-type body. The sun, in other words, of home."Strange, eh?" the pilot remarked, rubbing his chin. For all its cataclysmic beauty, the phenomenon - the former brown dwarf - struck him as faintly ominous. Somehow, it seemed closer to a rent in space than anything discrete. A schism. Like a puncture, perhaps, or a wound.Jerrick shrugged off the bout of unease. He had more amenable prodigies to attend, and after sending his companion a reassuring smile, he approached them with her.The flowers, up close, remained as lily-like as initial scans had suggested. Individually, they presented a rosette of five alabaster petals, all atop a slim stalk, and were fragrant, evidently being the source of the scent Jerrick had noticed earlier. No horticulturist, the man missed the specimens' more unearthly aspects; their unlily-like height, for example, which reached the region of his upper thighs. And how they lacked stamens, or any obvious means of reproduction. Sarai had no idea what an inert biopolymer was, but Jerrick didn't seem too concerned, and she wanted to get off the ship. Another planet, a new world, it was overwhelming.Stepping outside the only thing on her mind was that the planet was beautiful. Something about the flowers and the grass made her want to dance. She knew nothing of the stars or the suns, other than the luminous, warm light felt silky and made colors pop. Scintillation motes danced in the air, and she assumed it was the pollen Jerrick had mentioned.Details of the soft grass and the tiny drops of moisture from dew made her want to stop and stare, but she wanted to move to the next thing and the next and there was so much to see; so much to touch...She did not look up to the sky but focused on the growing things before her, and in her absorption didn't notice Jerrick's unease. She sat down in the grass looking at the lovely tall lilies. She gently touched one of the soft petals, moving her face closer to smell their gorgeous essence.She laughed out loud with joy and continued to stroke the petals. She turned to Jerrick and smiled, sharing her happiness, her infinite trust in the wonder of nature. Jerrick may have been caught off guard by Sarai's immediate enthusiasm for the place, but a moment's reflection soon lent a convincing rationale. The woman followed a faith of growth and nature, and this bucolic world had both in abundance. It was understandable, then - only natural, even - that she'd respond with a smile fit to make his heart skip a beat."Guess, uh...guess it has your approval," the pilot remarked, beaming back. In truth, it had his too, though with a tinge of caution. If Marr'ai seemed a veritable Eden, then there was perhaps some merit in remembering the realm had also harboured a serpent. Glancing again at the sky, and the ghostly blaze that passed for a second sun, Jerrick shrugged off another prickle of unease."Best I check out the water," he suggested, turning towards the nearby riverbank. On reaching the shore, he wondered if it had been worth bringing the testing unit along; the river, gleaming and lake-still, was as clear as glass. Neither algae nor silt obscured its depths. "Has to be a spring..." he murmured. Crouching down, he dipped the unit's prongs into the water - incurring ripples as precise as they were prolonged - and awaited the readout. The result proved remarkable, if unsurprising."Near enough a hundred percent pure H2O," he said to Sarai, standing back up. "Trace minerals and pollen, nothing dangerous." The man returned his gaze to the river, shaking the testing unit dry. "If water was wine, this'd be champagne." Sarai barely listened to Jerrick, just watching him. She was warm, safe, and in a beautiful place with an amazing man. She couldn't stop herself- she raised her hands to the sky and spun in circles laughing out loud. The joy in her voice was clear as she spoke in the old language to the planet and her Goddess.As she shouted she felt the years of safe service, boring and practical, slipping away from her. She felt younger, more alive, more in tune with her Goddess than she had felt since she was a child. She suddenly wanted to swim in the beautiful water. Sarai had no fear- she walked to the edge of the stream, kicking her shoes off, and moving into the calm waters up to her knees. Lowering her hands she scooped up the clear waters and threw droplets to the sky. Still laughing, she reached out and splashed Jerrick, wanting him to share her joy."May I pour you a glass of this lovely champagne?" she teased, making her hands into a cup and scooping up some of the completely clean water. "I'll have to pass," Jerrick replied, over laughter. "Otherwise I'll just feel like I'm taking advantage of someone on a massive oxygen trip."Not that he was disinclined to join her. The effects of the rich air were pervasive, it seemed, and the pilot had to wonder if his assessment of the woman's initial vivacity - that it was due to a worldview echoed by this very world - might be worth reconsidering. Either way, any hope of indulging likewise wasn't going to be fulfilled until more pressing imperatives had been met."Anyway, best I make a start on things," the pilot continued, already turning towards the ship. "Have fun." Glancing back, he nodded at the water. "Save some for me, okay?"* * *It didn't take long for Jerrick to do as planned, and re-route all surplus energies towards the node reboot. With the Celestine berthed in a breathable atmosphere, it meant resources usually reserved for standby and life-support could be also utilised in bringing the singularity devices back online. Consequently, when the projected timespan of the reboot came through, Jerrick was pleased to find the process would prove a lot less protracted than he'd first assumed.More than pleased, even; elated.It's all that goddam oxygen,he thought, moving away from the control console. Venturing out, the man again gazed up at the awry, flaring star, though this time without any accompanying discomfiture. As handicaps went, he couldn't have wished for better."Four days!" Jerrick announced, when he found Sarai. "The reboot. That's the timeframe we're looking at. Four days. Almost half what I expected."He glanced around - at the lush fields, the picture-postcard mountains, the snow white flowers and flawless river - before adding, "So yeah - looks like we won't be here for long."It was perhaps thanks to Marr'ai's other exquisite attribute - her air - that he spoke the last sentence with scarcely a hint of regret. Sarai laughed and threw the water in her hands up in the air. She felt 20 years old- or at least 20 years younger, she thought. It was beautiful. She dove into the clean water, looking at the lush green plants poking out of the sparkling, polished rocks. Sunlight glinted through the water, creating shafts of motes that danced and almost seemed to sway. Surfacing, she flipped her wet hair out of her face and smiled at the world.It didn't occur to her that she was wet and swimming in front of a man. All she could do was glory in the beauty and lushness of this place. She moved away from the edge of the river, away from Jerrick.He's busy saving us and I'm being a lazy slug. But there's not much I can do, and distracting him won't help. I'll look for local fauna- haven't seen as much as a bug yet. But something is pollinating the flowers and the soil looks so healthy.Her thoughts continued to drift around the plants and animals, which were intimately tied to her Goddess.As she swam out towards the center of the river, she pondered her religion.The Goddess is all about love, growth, and renewal. It's about miracles of life. I embrace it with all my soul.Then her thoughts became more grave.Why do the Preceptress and the senior nuns interpret our role as being overseers instead of examples?Sarai paused. This is heretical thinking, she told herself. I must do as the senior nuns say, but I wish there was someone I could ask about other ways of worshipping Abra. Can it be that this was the reason I was sent away? Do they think I'm a doubter?Suddenly Sarai heard a splash, and saw a silvery fish jump in the water. As she looked in wonder, she saw a whole school of them swimming in ever-changing patterns almost like tying themselves in a knot. It was lovely. The fish continued to move, then swam around her, bumping her gently, then moving away. She felt like she'd been hugged by a school of fish! Fabulous!She swam slowly back to the shore, and met up with Jerrick. His news was good- but she wasn't as happy as she thought she'd be.I'd like to be here for a long time...She squashed the thought, then climbed out of the water and moving behind a rock so he could not see her when she was wet and her clothes clung to her. She made her voice sound cheerful. "Excellent news! I'm glad you were able to work things out so well." The rocks also hid her slumped shoulders.I like it here so don't get fixed too fast! Jerrick found himself too bemused to reply. Having glimpsed enough to know Sarai was thoroughly soaked, the man instead scratched the back of his head, unsure if he should cast his eyes in her direction or not. Even though she was still dressed - albeit soddenly - and shielded by the rock, he couldn't shake the notion that he'd stumbled upon the woman naked."So uh...yeah," he eventually said, curtailing a pause which verged on the conspicuous. "I guess...if you need to dry off, the bathroom units have heat vents." He flicked a nod at the Celestine and began making his way towards the craft. "Think I'll do an inspection," the pilot called back. "Just routine. Make sure everything's, uh, ship-shape."All too aware of how awkwardly he spoke, Jerrick took some satisfaction from the fact that it was better than an embarrassed silence. Tempting as the latter had proved.* * *There was no real need to inspect the ship, given Jerrick had done as much at Domayest. The fraught circumstances of the subsequent journey, however, merited some measure of caution. Consequently, the ensuing hours saw the man preoccupied with the numerous ports and maintenance panels arrayed on the Celestine's underside. It made for an easy if humdrum exercise, and a comfortable one once he'd shed his mission jacket for the coolness of the tight, white thermoshirt beneath. Sometimes, his meanderings demanded access to a high, hard to reach part of the undercarriage, and he utilised a small gravlift in such instances.If the pilot seemed focussed, and intent on nothing but the work, then it was perhaps incidental. The tasks at hand played lightly on his mind, as did the startling beauty of his surroundings. No, above everything, he contemplated Sarai. Assiduously.True, it wasn't the only time she'd enthralled him. But back then, when he'd first met her, the woman had exuded a charm more of grace than glamour. Now the latter prevailed. Now he lingered upon what he'd seen when she'd come out of the river, and the way her dress had clung slickly to her body. Delineating it. Describing it, through saturated hints.He thought about wetness.Herwetness.Jesus,he said to himself at some point.Calm down. She's a nun, for fuck's sake.But that merely made it worse. Or better. He couldn't tell. Sarai watched Jerrick go with a sigh. He was so much fun to look at.Hopefully he'll be back soon. I like watching him move. He's like a jaguarna or something.She propped herself up on the warm rock and slowly began to dry off. It felt marvelous out here, and she wanted to experience it fully. She relaxed and let her mind wander.Men. I know so little about them. My life has been surrounded by women, and I have limited experience with male patients. I've always been told I was a pretty girl, but that wasn't important to me back then. It's funny- I've focused on fertility all my life yet I have no direct experience of men, or sex, or intimacy. That doesn't seem right. I've never wanted a man before... until now?She brought her mind around with a jerk. Apostasy! Or was it? Here, in this lovely location, with no Preceptress or judgmental elder nuns to bind her mind, it suddenly didn't make sense.For the first time in her life, Sarai felt rebellious. Not like when she was a kid and wanted to sneak out at night to enjoy the woods, but real rebellion against the nuns. She loved her Goddess with all her might. Did she really need someone else interpreting that for her?Her thoughts ran in circles. She tried to meditate, but found it difficult.Maybe its the damp clothes, maybe I'm getting senile. Who knows? I guess I'd better get into some dry clothing... Sarai sighed and stood, gathering up her damp clothes around her to preserve her modesty.Old habits die hard, I guess, but the water feels so good against my skin.She enjoyed the pure sensual sensation of the soft breeze drying her without chilling her.She walked back towards the ship fully intending to change after she got fully dry. For all Marr'ai's otherworldly charm, there was a decidedly worldly irony in how Jerrick's preoccupation with Sarai meant her return went unnoticed. In essence, the man's thoughts rendered him ignorant of much else, including the very person who'd inspired them. Sometime later, he perhaps realised the discrepancy - that there was indeed a figure behind the fantasy - and broke off from the inspection to see how the woman was faring."Fra?" he enquired lightly, upon reaching the riverbank. He checked his immediate surroundings - the stretch of water and then the nearby rock - but found she was gone. Having already ascertained the vicinity as safe, the pilot saw no cause for alarm. More curious than anything, he ventured back to the Celestine, this time going inside the vessel rather than resuming his duties beneath.Struck sharply by the cool interior shade, Jerrick ran a forearm across his brow. It came away moist.Been sweating,he mused.Must be hotter than it seemed out there.Suddenly self-conscious, he peered down and observed his thermoshirt. The garment, he was pleased to find, harboured no unsightly damp patches."Fra?" he called again, when he entered the passenger lounge. His turn to vanity not yet relinquished, the pilot understood a little too late that he lacked a tangible excuse for wanting to see her.Or any tangible excuse he was ready to admit, at least. The ship had a small fresher near the crew cabins. Sarai had quickly cleaned up and was digging through her bag to find a set of clean clothing. She had packed all of her clothes for this trip, since she wasn't sure she'd be back regularly. She pulled out a lightweight summer habit, a simple white shift that was opaque enough to hide her skin even when wet.Her long hair was loose. When it was dry, she'd tie it back into the severe bun that she wore for daily work. Down, it reached down her back and covered her bum. Nuns did not cut their hair, but they were not allowed to show it.Which makes it a problem in the summer when its hot and sticky and heavy. Today I think that's funny; not sure why.She dressed quickly, wanting to be finished before Jerrick came back on board.After dressing, she decided to comb her hair out outside, to enjoy the sunlight as she worked to untangle the mess. Swimming always left her with plenty of knots. She found a rock close to the far side of the Celestine, sheltered from the breeze, and began to comb her hair. The rhythm of the combing was soothing, and she felt rested and peaceful as she moved. She found herself singing in time with her motions, almost in tune with the breeze, she thought whimsically.She was wishing to see Jerrick she realized. She thought she heard him calling her name, so she shouted out "over here", hoping that he'd heard her. If not she'd have to go back inside, and she wasn't quite ready to do that yet.But I left my shoes inside, so I can go see if he's there, right? It wouldn't be like I was following him around.She moved towards the passenger lounge carrying her comb. Her hair was still to wet to tie back, so she just ignored it.She entered the ship and saw Jerrick from behind. She admired him for a moment, then said "I'm back for my shoes. I forgot them when I went back outside. Careless of me." Sarai moved to her baggage, walking past him as she went and quickly bent over her bag looking for her shoes. "Didn't, uh...didn't leave them in the river, did you?" Jerrick replied.It was a poor attempt at humour, of course. The nun had startled him by her transformation. True, she'd hardly demonstrated much in the way of cloistered reserve, but even so, Jerrick would scarcely have contended such a dramatic shift from the canonical to the carefree. And the enticingly carefree at that. When Sarai leaned down, the dress left little of her backside to the imagination, and it was all the pilot could do to look away.He told himself she was twice his age. But like her vocation, it presented less a calmative than he'd hoped. Fortunately, there were other diversions available."Need a drink?" he asked, turning to the food synth. "It pretty warm out there." Swiping through the carousel of holos which surrounded the machine, Jerrick settled upon a highball Jack and Coke. Along with - at last - an explanation for seeking the woman out."Figured, uh...you might want one," he continued, offering the kind of crooked smile that could either be read as sheepish or quietly cocksure. Sarai nodded. "I'd love a drink. Some tea perhaps?" She patted the couch so he'd sit next to her. Sniffing the whisky, she smiled. "I've never had alcohol except for small sips of ceremonial wine. And it is awful. Why take perfectly good grapes and make them ferment?"She looked at him and said "my Goddess does not define sin and hell and the nonsense that the churches of the One God preach. We are more like the Budhai, who believe in coexisting with the world around you and making things better. Our Goddesses are genderless for the most part; Mother Abra has responsibilities that make her female and we serve that aspect of the gods."She took the tea he offered, thanked him, and continued. "We do not ask others to share our beliefs and we serve all who ask, independent of their faith. Most of our adherents come to us because they see what we see- goodness in humanity and the need to share with the work to keep it so. We have few rules, so I could, if I chose, drink alcohol and take drugs and steal and so on, but it wouldn't be working for the greater good so why bother? The answer is to always choose love."She leaned forward and smiled. "I promise not to discuss this again unless you ask me. I do not want you to feel any pressure from me."He is so young. He has so much life to live, and he's going to be outstanding as he does it. As prompted, Jerrick joined Sarai on the couch when he brought the drinks over. It didn't take him long to finish his own; a few hefty slugs, and the glass was drained. Afterwards, he dangled the vessel between his knees while the woman spoke, occasionally twirling it as if to stir a leftover residue.The pilot listened attentively despite his long-held disinterest in religion. Quite simply, he found the nun's voice nice. Like much else about her, it seemed: her style, her grace, her scent, her beauty. Her body.And even her faith, in some respects. From the way she described it, Sarai's creed stood as less a system and more a set of suggestions. Jerrick might have remarked as such, too, if the woman's concluding assurance hadn't caught him off guard."Uh...why would I feel any pressure?" he asked, frowning. It was a genuine question, if perhaps a redundant one, given the difficulty he had in ignoring a growing and very real, veryphysicalpressure. Sarai quirked an eyebrow. "Some believe that me talking about religion is me trying to influence your mind. That is not our way. I just get, well, passionate about how I speak about it. It means so much to me."She leaned forward gracefully and took his glass. Silently she went to the dispenser and made two more. When she returned it her hand touched his.Lightning! What am I, twelve? I have a crush on this handsome man, who speaks from his heart. This is ridiculous!But talking about religion always made her feel warm and strong. It was hard not to share her joy in life. Particularly here in this lovely spot. How lucky she felt!She wanted to lean away from him, but as she breathed deeply she felt suddenly that throwing herself in his arms might be more appropriate.This is frightening! I'm old enough to be his mother, and this is impossible anyway.She shook herself and stood. As she stepped back, she blushed, afraid that he'd think her too forward. She moved to the door, feeling a bit lightheaded as she spoke over her shoulder."I'm going outside for a few minutes; I just want to see the flowers again before it gets dark here."I am NOT running away. Like a twelve year old child. Uh huh. "Okay," Jerrick replied, offering another tilted smile - this time to illustrate his bemusement. The woman had blushed, though for what reason he couldn't be sure.Unless she feels the same way about me as I do her,he thought. Far too-self assured to find the idea implausible, the pilot nevertheless found it strangely unconvincing. Resorting to recently acquired routine, he again reminded himself that she was a nun. And twice his age.As before, neither proposition settled the matter."I'll be joining you," he continued, raising his freshly filled glass. "When I've finished this. Still got a few more maintenance checks to do."Later, having drained the drink, he leaned back, ran a palm down his face and muttered an exasperated "Christ"over a smile which refused to fade.* * *The late afternoon light was honey-like, and seemed to dilute the shadows rather than delineate them. When Jerrick returned outside and observed the landscape anew, he felt as if he'd stepped into a realm steeped in smoky amber. Not that the effect proved entirely surprising. As the man already knew, it was wholly consistent with an atmosphere lit by a binary system. Glancing westward - or thereabouts - he found the mutant star low on the horizon, and less turquoise now that its radiance had been accordingly scattered. The red dwarf, by contrast, remained higher, and had apparently dimmed little during the intervening hours.Naturally enough, his gaze soon fell upon Sarai. He refrained from calling out to her, however, preferring to resume the inspection quietly, as if silence might somehow deny her a place in his thoughts. It didn't, of course. If anything, the woman penetrated his mind to an even greater degree, with an alacrity that bordered on the feverish.Must be all this oxygen,he told himself, peering up through sweat-sore eyes at the undercarriage. He examined a hydrogen outlet, but inattentively: all he could see was Sarai, sometimes naked, at other times partially so. He imagined her tits, stripped bare under the hazy dusk of the two setting stars. He thought about her legs, similarly denuded, and the taste of sigh-laden lips.Yeah, just the oxygen,the pilot reasoned, trying his best to ignore what felt like the fucking heaviest hard-on he'd endured in years.Making me frisky.Maybe that was why she'd blushed; she'd spied his arousal, side-slung and thick, through the material of his pants."Christ," his whispered again, with all the exasperation of earlier. But only because the idea proved more compelling than embarrassing. Sarai couldn't stop the blush. On her fair skin it felt like it covered her whole body.Sure feels warm! What am I feeling? This has never happened before- straight up lust! I haven't even felt sensual since I was young. This is overwhelming.She bowed her head in prayer. Temptation. Not really a big tenet of her religion, depending on who was Preceptress at any given time.Mother Abra please help me, I'm confused...* * *Sarai looked up. Her prayers had helped, her face and body had cooled, and her serenity was back. She stood and stretched, long limbs reaching for the sky, taut back releasing its tension. She felt confident again. "The Mother is with me, and will help me stay true to her purpose." She wondered again if she knew all of Mother Abra's purpose, and again doubted her superiors in the hierarchy. She felt no guilt for doing so.She turned her attention to her surroundings. Still beautiful, still unique. The light was gorgeous, silken, and mysterious at the same time. She saw the mutant star and wondered about it but her attention moved on.Space. Amazing and beautiful. It is cold and harsh, but still amazing and beautiful. No wonder Jerrick likes it. He's part of it... but not cold or harsh...Jerrick. Handsome, so handsome, and smart and charming and... He must feel so burdened to be stuck here with his race on the way. Poor boy. And me flirting with him like I was a child.She couldn't stop her laughter. "Ok, he'll just have to deal with it!" she muttered out loud.That, of course, was when she looked around and saw him standing there.Oh of courseshe giggled. Really, this was too embarrassing.But Mother, look at him!She leaned forward and touched the flowers in thanks, then moved towards him. "Hello" she said softly, as she tried to figure out how not to stroke his face and his strong shoulders. "Hey," Jerrick replied, as casually as possible. The woman, now that she was near, only compounded his quiet fever. "Quite a place this, huh?" he continued, doing his best to remain focussed on the maintenance hatch above. Having reached into the recess to test its components by touch, the man dealt with a trickle of sweat on his temple by rubbing the side of his face against a biceps.Sarai's proximity proved hard to ignore - not that Jerrick was so inclined. Despite facing away from her, the smile he sent over his shoulder was perhaps more than merely polite. In that moment, his gaze took in everything - her fine features and lissom frame; but most of all her eyes - and lingered long enough to verge on the provocative.She'll know,the pilot thought, at once both abashed and emboldened by the idea.She'll know I want her.In some ways, it felt like a vicissitude of racing: a thrill born of dangerous uncertainty. As such, it was familiar, given his acquaintance with seduction."Yeah," he went on to remark, lowering his hands to rub the small of his back. "We definitely lucked out, coming here."

Deo Ascendant (Carmo & Rinzler)

Star Wars_ Imperial Entanglements, The Gungan Slayer (Galanthor & Chi)

( shook like a leaf as she walked down the corridor toward the Emperor’s audience chamber. She tried to use her calming techniques but this was The Emperor! Palpatine himself! The grandeur of the Imperial Palace was totally lost on her as she was escorted by the two massive Royal Guards on either side of her, their silence oppressive and ominous as their boot heels clicked on the floor and echoed off the walls. She’d never met him in person before in all the time she’d been training to become a Hand. Aramys had seen him through holonet casts to the training center only a few times and had felt his power even through that means. But to actually be called to Coruscant from the secret base where prospective Emperor’s Hands were trained was a very rare occurrence, especially for someone who hadn’t fully finished their training yet!The Commandant had given her stern instructions on how she should behave and what she should say then gave her an almost sympathetic smile as she sent the young woman on her way, whether it was to her death or to a bright future as a servant of the Empire was anyone’s guess. “Aramys, you know this is a great honor and privilege. Don’t mess this up. If you do this right you will have great power at your command and be a force to be reckoned within the Imperial hierarchy. Don’t mess up this time.” The older woman said before standing and saluting the much shorter girl.She shook her head to clear her mind again, the dark power of Palpatine hammering at her like numerous tidal waves. Aramys knew she was strong in the force. Certainly not as strong as The Emperor or Lord Vader, but even so she’d been told that she may even be as powerful as some of the traitorous Jedi that had been eradicated.The two Imperial Guards stopped at the door and she almost bumped nose first into it she had been so lost in thought. She could feel their disdain for her despite her and their Force training. The one gigantic guard turned his red helmeted head and looked down at her, seeing a short, petite young woman barely in her twenties wearing a grey Imperial Officer’s uniform with no rank insignia or other decoration on it. Despite her best efforts it looked like she’d slept in it, and her hair was just as much of a tangled mess, just another of her numerous failures as a Hand trainee.She attempted to straighten her uniform one last time, ran her slim fingers through her spiky red locks and looked up at the guard like she had far more confidence than she felt. Giving him a curt nod and returning her gaze to the huge double doors she waited for them to open. The Guard used his Force powers to control the hidden panel and the doors slowly opened inward as he and his compatriot turned and stepped to either side of the frame, backs to the wall and impassive in their silence, force staffs held in their right hands. ("Aren't you the guy that killed the gungan?" The barkeeper asked, raising an eyebrow, "Can't say I blame you. If theres one thing I never want to live through it's listening to one of those guys drunk."Even though he was surprised to meet such a celebrity, the barkeeper put down the bottle Enric ordered. Jerry had all the qualities Enric liked in a barkeeper. He didn't really listen, just pretended to do so and never remembered just one of his Patrons, but and that was the important thing...he never forgot to get you drunk."I also stole plans from the empire and blew up a friggin star destroyer. How come that part never gets mentioned?", Enric protested.Jerry chuckled. It was the first time that he ever reacted to something that Enric said and it mildly desturbed him that he did it now. He had been a costumer for 5 years without the barkeeper ever calling him by his name. Either he was a big fan of Gungan deaths or things'd turn sour very soon. Enric suspected the first, people seemed awfully fascinated with those kinds of death.Finally Jerry shrugged and explained to him:"Nobody believes that part. You're a smuggler and not even a good one. Killing a Gungan by missing him ten times in a row just to have him fall into an incenerator when he finally attacked back is a lot more likely then you actually being a warhero", Jerry paused and gave him a big toothy smile, "Even more since this isn't a place for heroes."Taking a swig from his bottle, Enric looked around with glassy eyes. Even though this wasn't his first bottle for the day, he could see what Jerry meant. The whole bar had a layer of dirt thick enough to repell blaster bolts, the sound of heads getting smashed in was usual background noise and the smell...oh god the smell... If someone actually fired a blaster here, the whole bar would without a doubt explode. Jerry was right, this was no place for heroes...good thing he never was one.Of his whole escapade on the star destroyer only the part with the gungan really happened as he told it to people...he tried to change that part as well but...it was impossible to keep a straight face. Fact was that he mostly had luck and seized an opportunity. He went for the Rebels, told them a big story and only didn't appear on wanted posters because the actual story would've really undermined their "fear us" image. Possible also because the emporor wanted to fire the gungan anyways.So why was he here? Well...they wanted to make him a General and that was a shitty idea. However. Enric could see the glint in Jerry's eyes and knew that the empire would get a call from him as soon as the smuggler turned his back...so he didn't have many options left did he? Run for the hills and reconnect with the rebels for protection.Finally he emptied his bottle, told Jerry that he's sure the empire'd cover his Bill and smashed it one the barkeepers head. As the big man dropped Enricsmiled lightly."Didn't think that'd work", he cheered."SECURITY PROTOCOL ACTIVATED", a robotic voice behind the counter announced."Well...shit."It was a nice day outside. That was untill some lunatic jumped out of a window from Jerry's bar, followed by an array of blasterbolts. Screaming every prophanity he could come up with Enric ran jumped and ducked untill he found a crowd to hid under. More precisely he somehow managed to hide under the bottom of an elderly woman's dress. This in turn meant that he spend the next hour fleeing from a highly agrevated elderly woman. When he final lost everyone, he leant against a wall and collected his bearing.He was to drunk to get to his ship...wait...did he still have one? Hadn't he betted that in a game of pazaak? Right....but he stole another one didn't he? Didn't matter...he was to drunk to navigate anyways. The hide and keep a low profile was pretty much to hell too. Best choice was to try and communicate one of the rebels...shame that they aren't exactly in the phonebook. Enric groaned. This would be fun...best get to the hangar anyways. Straightening her back and staring directly forward, Aramys marched into the chamber crisply. Stopping in the small circle of light she knelt on one knee and bowed her head. Remembering what Commandant had told her to say at this moment and took a deep breath, “What is Your bidding my Master?” she squeaked out like a terrified little girl, which in fact, at that moment she very much was. Her heart pounded in her ears as the moment seemed to extend for hours and sweat beaded on her upper lip and brow. Aramys could feel a slow, cold trickle of moisture running down her spine and the collar of her uniform dug into the side of her neck.‘What now? How long before I get destroyed? Why does the Emperor want me here and what does he want of me?’ All these thoughts raced through the young woman’s mind in a flash, less than a beat of her heart. Then she heard it, a low rasping chuckle, like dry leaves spinning into a metal culvert and rattling around in there. If she’d been terrified before she was pretty sure her heart was going to stop at any second.“Arise young Aramys Padmos…” the gravelly voice of Emperor Palpatine said from the raised dais where his throne was. A light coming on to illuminate him from above and behind, casting him in enough shadow that his hood mostly concealed his face.She stood nervously, keeping her eyes downcast and hands behind her back, standing at parade rest and waiting to hear whether or not these would be her last moments or if she would be allowed to live and take her place as an Emperor’s Hand.He looked down on her with what may have been a patriarchal smile of pride, yet it was marred by his physical disfigurements, the cracked and blackened teeth, deep scarred wrinkles and those eyes. The eyes of a man who was fully bathed in the Dark Side, not a scrap of good left in him.If she hadn’t thrown up what seemed to be everything that she’d eaten since she left the compound, and pissed herself dry before the Red Guards had come for her Aramys would have vomited and urinated down her leg at the sight of him and the overwhelming presence of him in the Dark Side. He was like a great black vortex within the force, absolutely terrifying to the young woman standing below him.“Your training is almost complete, yet you still seem resistant to some of the things that will be required of you young lady.” Palpatine stated coldly, “Of the twenty that have been training since you were brought to us four have gone mad, two died in accidents and seven were outright killed by classmates. But you, you young Aramys have avoided all of that. Seven potential Hands, six of your group have either murdered one of their mates or killed them in combat training fairly. Why is it that you have not had the need to do that?”“I-I-I…” she stammered before clearing her throat and trying again, “I felt no need to kill when incapacitating was an equally effective means to finishing my task, Master?” She finally squeaked out, her voice high and shaking.That rattling laugh filled the hall again as the Emperor stood and walked down the stairs towards her. Waves of Dark Side energy battered her as he came closer and she could feel him slithering into her mind, searching every corner of it for what she knew not. She tried to push him out, succeeded for a mere moment then he was back in, throttling her psyche like it was nothing, shredding her soul as she fell to her knees and screamed until her throat was raw. Without warning there was a cool wash over her and he was out, out of her head and she could breathe and think clearly again.Palpatine looked down on her with an outward calm that belied the shock of surprise he had felt when her own mind had throw his out with ease, then slammed her barriers down like durasteel plating. Even Vader couldn’t do that! He laughed again and held out his hand to the side, a long cylinder of polished metal gliding over from some darkened corner. The heavy tube thumped into his palm.“Stand girl. You are ready to take your place now Aramys Padmos, Emperor’s Hand, MY Hand!” He cackled as he held out the deactivated lightsaber to her. “You will receive your orders shortly, Follow them to the letter then return to me so that I may know the outcome.”Aramys rose, panting softly as she looked up at her Master, her Dark Lord. Her cheeks were flushed with the effort it had taken to force him back and out, but she’d done it and was shocked that it could be done! Her instructors had all been of a mind regarding her talents, she had the ability to do great things, but she lacked the control and seemed to be unable to master any one thing well enough in their eyes. They would have terminated her training if it hadn’t been for the Emperor threatening to terminate them all if they even considered that route again.She took the saber from him and clipped it to her belt then stood at attention, saluting her Master and trying not to show the surprise and pride she felt that she had somehow passed whatever test it was that he had intended for her.“Yes Master!” Aramys bowed deeply then turned on her heel and marched back the way she came, not seeing the wicked gleam in the emperor’s eyes as he watched the young woman go.“My Hand!” Palpatine called out before she reached the doors.Aramys jumped and spun in surprise, giving him another terrified look. “Y-yes Master? How… May I serve?”“Regarding your rank for materiel acquisition your designation is Vice Admiral. See to it that you find yourself a ship to your liking from hangar 784 at the Admiralty. There are some that you may find to your tastes there. Your Rank Bar and Command Rods will be in your quarters before you arrive there. Dismissed.”Bowing again Aramys quick marched to the doors as they opened before her, her escort of Royal Guards falling in behind her when they saw the lightsaber clipped to her belt. After about another hour Enric figured out one thing for sure: He was drunk. He probably should have stopped drinking when he started fleeing, that way he might have been sober by name. Enric chose to blame past him for that and took another swig of his bottle, which granted probably wasn't wise, but that was future him's problem.Being drunk was great to stop him from actually caring about the burning suns. Yeah, suns...plural...Enric was sure that at least two of the ones he saw where real, even though he didn't have the faintest idea which ones. Why did all planets to hide out in have to be this hot? Why couldn't huts just control island resorts with air conditions like any sane people would. Instead he was stuck here, with nothing fun around but unrefined glass. Actually it was a wonder that it wasn't glass already with that kind of heat.At least he found the hangar. Only got lost a couple of times too, so he was pretty proud of himself. Sleeping in the cargo bay of a ship might be a good enough start for now. Either he gets a good rest, they'll take him somewhere else or kick the shit out of him and throw him out of the airlock. Ehh...two out of three were good enough chance."You!"Enrin turned around and found two identical Rodians pointing their guns at him. Syncronously and with one voice they told him:"You owe someone money, i'm here to collect the credits or your he-"Before the Rodian could finish his sentence, Endrin drew his blaster, aimed and decided to shoot...the...right one? The blaster bolt went right through the drunken halucination and hit a pot behind, it reflected and hit a spaceship, which reflected it again and shot the blaster right of his hands. First duel he lost against himself...well...actually second."That was...quite pathetic. Any other brilliant idea?""Only one", he said sighing heavily, "SQUIRREL!"With that he extended his arm almost like one of those crazy 'force'-people, just to have squirrel jump from his wide sleeve and bite the rodians antenna painfull enough to make him throw away his own blaster.Left or Right? Endrin picked left and caught the blaster pirouetted around and shot the rodian from point blank. The squirrell hopped of the dropping body and climbed Endrins shoulder where it received a hazelnut."No idea how you got there, but thanks", he paused a moment, "Oh and remember: Endrin shot first...also second."The little didn't seem to mind anything he said and instead preceded to hold the hazelnut in its tiny hands and try to crack it with his teeth. Enrin took that as a confirmation and proceded to sneak into the next best starship. It was really time for his nap. Upon entering her quarters Aramys saw a small box on the table by the door. Shaking with excitement she picked it up and opened the lid, almost dropping it as she squealed with glee. Inside, just as the Emperor had promised were an Admiral’s rank insignia and control rods! She ran and leapt over the back of the sofa, her pert bottom plopping onto the soft cushions. Pulling her new fruit salad out of the box and attaching it to her uniform, and slipping the control rods into their respective pockets Aramys did an impressive backflip over the rear of the couch and landed cat-like on her feet before dancing over to the full length mirror in the lavatory, proudly inspecting herself in her rumpled uniform and turning side to side so the lights would catch her new toys and make them flash.Lord Vader she was not, she lacked the cold, decades-long rage he barely contained most of the time to be as brutal as he was. Nor could she ever be compared to the greatest Emperor’s Hand ever, Mara Jade. She was too small, probably the least imposing figure ever to grace an Imperial Officer’s uniform, and with her lips curled up in a perpetually impish grin of mischief she was usually discounted as ‘mostly harmless’. That was an advantage though, if people underestimated you, you could under-perform and when you did screw up hugely people expected it and weren’t disappointed. Of course on the other hand when you actually performed to your potential you surprised everyone and garnered a reputation as a wildcard when it came to the Force!Aramys smiled at herself in the mirror one more time then walked into her spacious bedroom which was easily five times the size of her cramped room back in training. She unclipped her new lightsaber and held it in her hand, hefting its weight and feeling its balance in her palm. With a flick of her thumb, a snap-BUZZ of energy accompanied the appearance of the brilliant purple blade, the smell of ozone filling the air. She swung it a few times to familiarize herself with her new weapon. Without warning she spun and kicked in one direction while her blade thrummed through empty air in another in what would have been a body splitting cut if there had been someone there to take the hit. She began spinning, tumbling, and leaping, weaving a dance of death around herself as the lightsaber arced and crackled in low and high sweeping slashes, parries and stabs. When she stopped the petite woman was sweating and panting softly, she’d never done anything quite like that before in her training. She been expected to perform with that level of skill and grace, but Aramys had always managed to flub moves and miss steps, falling unexpectedly or bumping into things that she should have easily been able to avoid or use to her own advantage. In her mind, the hidden corner of it that she’d blocked off from everyone, trainers included, she had always performed flawlessly. Yet what her fellow trainees and instructors saw was a bumbling, struggling girl who somehow managed to barely evade enough blows and deliver enough to win most of her sparring matches, many times incapacitating her opponents within a few minutes of the match start.“WellAdmiralPadmos, let’s get cleaned up and find ourselves a ship now shall we?” She said with a girlish giggle. Enric woke up with the headache of his life. Past him was a dick. When his eyes finally managed to focus again he looked at the wrong end of a blaster pistol. Not the worse wake up experience he had but at least somewhere in the upper third. Confused he looked around...oh yeah...he was in a cargo hold...that made sense...at least more sense than the underwear he had around his ankle."Who. Are. You?", the Iridonian asked."Enric...pleased to meet you", he groaned and pushed the barrel away with two fingers, "Nice shipt by the way."The Iridonian seemed confused for a moment, but snapped the blaster back in position immidiately. For a moment it seemed like he'd shoot Enric outright, but then he lowered his blaster."Aren't you the guy that killed the gungan?", he asked."Yeah", Enric answered with a smile, "You see, it when I-"Before ending the sentence, Enric's knee kicked the blaster away before his boot hit the Iridonian's face. The blaster bolt nearly hit him, but his opponent was out cold. Now he just had to search the cargo bay for something to tie him up and..."What the hell happened here?", someone yelled.Oh...great...two of them...lets see...Enric reached in one of the cargo crate and threw the first thing he got. It was...a dildo? Didn't matter the throw managed to disarm the second crewman and confused him enough to let the smuggler close in and smack him about."You know...if you hadn't aimed that blaster on me we could have discussed the subject and became friend, but noo...", Enric explained while adding the last knot, "But neither of you care do you? You just ignore me, because you are unconcious...typical."Enric moved to the cockpit and checked the flight computer. Alderaan, huh? Well, that was quite the coincedance. That way he could even give the ship back in case his hostages are behaving. It was only fair. After all...they'd handle the flight controll, and allow him to enter the planet without appearing in those pesky flight records.Sitting down Enric, put his legs on the console and prepared to jump into hyperspace. Hopefully his rebellcontact was still somewhere on Alderaan and had the means to make the smuggler disappear. Preferably without putting him in a fighter and sending him against a star destroyer. ( arrived at the hangar, which was a gargantuan, kilometers on a side structure. She always felt small, but this single building made her feel microscopic by comparison. She pushed the call button at the personnel door she’d been dropped at and waited patiently.“Howza?” came from the grille, a middle-aged face displayed on the small screen by the door.“I’m here to get a ship?” She said almost hesitantly, forgetting that she was wearing an Admiral’s insignia now.“G’way! No ships here!” The speaker crackled out just before it and the screen flickered off.“Well that went well Ary, Emperor tells you to come here to pick up a ship and some old geezer tells you to nerf off…” Shaking her head she pushed the call button and waited again.“Howza? Hey I tol’ ya we don’t got no ships here, now git kid before I calls the troopers in to take you to the juvenile detention center! Prolly worse considering yer tryin’ ta impersonate an Imperial fleet orficer!”Aramys bristled and rose to her most impressive 1.52 meter height and glared at the viewscreen. “I amVice-AdmiralPadmos, sent here by order of Emperor Palpatine to collect myself a ship! If you don’t get your sorry carcass moving and let me in I’ll have a flight of Tie Bombers level this place with you in it!” She bellowed in her best command tone. “If you’re lucky you’ll die, if not YOU will be the one explaining why a hangar full of ships was destroyed to the Emperor, not me Mister!”The door lock clicked and the door slid back into the wall, the older man standing a few meters back from it and holding a cane. He snapped to attention and threw her a perfect salute, “Welcome Admiral, terribly sorry about the mix up. I’m at your disposal, as is every vehicle that we have currently available…” He paused for a moment and cocked his head to the side, looking down on the little slip of a girl in the Admiral’s uniform who stepped up to him. “Aren’t you a little young to be an Admiral? And short for that matter?”Trying to glare up at him she couldn’t help letting out a little snort of a giggle at his bemused look. His face looked like someone had just shown him a three headed Eopie, “Just promoted today…” she said, watching and waiting for him to give her an indication as to who he was and what his name was.“Congratulations Sir...Ma’am...SIR!” He stammered out as he held his salute, waiting for her to return it. “OH! Lieutenant Holgren Mahl, 63rd Imperial Ranger Company, Retired Ma’am...SIR!”Aramys laughed as the poor man stumbled over himself with his words. “A pleasure to meet you Lieutenant Mahl. Please let’s forego the formalities, up until six hours ago I was a lowly Ensign and still haven’t gotten my brain around being an Admiral yet. My name is Aramys, may I call you Holgren?” She said with a disarming smile while she saluted him cheekily. She figured him to be in his mid forties or possibly early fifties, which made her wonder if he was an actual Clone Trooper.“Of...course you can...Aramys.” Holgren said with an uncertain smile. “I know what you’re thinking kid, am I a Clone Trooper, or am I a real human?”“Well...not to be rude, but yeah.” Aramys grinned as he motioned her down the hall toward another door at the end of it. The click of his cane-tip and whine of the servos in his artificial left leg loud as they walked together.Letting out a low chuckle he held the second door open to the young Admiral, “I was, back then it was the 63rdRepublicClone Ranger Company. Only becameImperialafter the Emperor took full power. The war was still going on though, and six months after I lost my leg to a Separatist thermal detonator that was tossed into my transport.”Aramys looked up and gave him a look of compassion. Despite her Darkside training they could never seem to eradicate her sense of humanity. “I’m sorry to hear that Holgren, it must have been terrible.”“It was...at first. But I was one of the lucky ones. They didn’t just throw me away like a piece of meat like so many clones were. I was given the chance to have a life. A real one! I was given a name and an identity with full galactic citizenship. I have a wife, a home, a son who’s probably not much younger than you are…” he continued with a sly wink at the pretty redhead which made her blush.Now that they were in the Hangar proper Aramys was even more impressed by the engineering behind building such a place. The myriad of ships just within her view was astonishing, everything from a Vangaard Pathfinder to a Gallofree medium transport. “So, Lieutenant…”Holgren raised his eyebrows when he used his former rank and cleared his throat. “Um...Admiral…”“HA! Gotcha!” She hooted with a bright laugh and a flash of her impish grin. “Where do you keep the good stuff Holgren?”The hangar keeper couldn’t help a laugh of his own, He couldn’t believe that such a bright young woman had come to such a high level of command at her age and he hazarded the burning question in just as playful a manner as she was displaying, “Only if you tell me how an Ensign was promoted to Admiral, young lady!”( gave him a cheeky grin before speaking, “I hijacked a Star Destroyer and saved a strike force from being decimated by a Rebel fleet that jumped us.”“You WHAT?!?”“I was a junior helmsman on the Retribution on a sweep out by Kly Moranis when our strike force of the ISD, two Dreadnoughts and six Carrack Light Cruisers came nose to nose with that Rebel fleet I mentioned. I was in the secondary bridge of the ISD when they came charging at us all guns blazing and flank speed. They didn’t have anything to match the Retribution, A couple of those stupid Assault Frigates they jury-rig out of Dreadnoughts, a Nebulon-B and four or five Corvettes.” Aramys paused for a breath as Holgren listened to her tale. “One of the ‘vettes came straight in, the captain must have been the bravest or craziest ship commander I’ve ever seen. He took out the entire flying bridge of the ship in a flash, and I had just enough time to reroute control to second before we lost everything.”“I remember hearing about that! Didn’t the XO shit himself or something and get court martialed?” Holgren said with a soft chuckle, his impression of the young woman rising exponentially.“Actually he pissed himself and hid in the ‘fresher!” She snickered. “And me being ranking officer on the bridge of the command ship that was lucid enough to keep things going I just took over and we beat them back. Cost us a Dreadnought and two Carracks in the battle, and one more Carrack had to be scuttled once they ran, but we won!”Holgren smiled, he knew none of the ships on this level would do for what was obviously a fine pilot and someone who deserved the best he had to offer. He waved her over to a lift and gave her a respectful half bow, “We’ll just head down to level five, That’s where I keep our best ships Aramys, these ones here aren’t what you deserve…”( only took them two hours of looking, but with Holgren’s help and almost eidetic memory of where every vehicle was, she found the perfect ship. It was a sleek little Baudo Star Yacht which she could easily handle on her own and was the perfect cover for her as a young Mid-Rim socialite who was out seeking some ‘adventure’. Adventure translating into six months of bar-hopping, extreme sports and gambling on her parents’ credits.“Thank you very much Holgren, I really appreciate all the help you’ve given me, and the great company this afternoon!” Aramys said as she held out her hand to the old veteran.He grabbed her small hand in his and pumped it firmly a few times, a big smile on his face. The young woman had been a bright ray of sunshine in what would have been a boring day for him. “Aww, it was my pleasure, c’mere.” He said as he pulled the slight girl into a bearhug.“EEP! Lieu-lieutenant Mahl! Holgren...you do realize you’re hugging a Vice Admiral right?” The petite redhead said in a muffled voice as her face was mushed into his barrel chest.Holgren chuckled as he gave her one last squeeze before letting her go, “So court martial me, Admiral.” Other than the rest of the day, the jump to Alderaan was relatively smoothly. After checking the autopilot, Enric went back to the storage to check up on the two Iridonians. They were rather hostile at first, but when he apologized, explained his plan and even promised not to tell anyone where their smuggling compartment was, they stopped the death threats and lowered them to general mutilation.( that they were all friends, Enric organized a pazaak tournament to pass the time. It was a bit complicated since the Iridonians were tied up and couldn’t use their hands to look at the hand cards. They opted to play without, but for some reason the squirrel won every round. (One squeek for hold, two for stand).Shortly after, the computer informed him that they left hyperspace. Enric got the communicator and, casually informing him that he still had a blaster pistol, handed it to one of the Iridonians. It went well enough. They got clearance.Stretching on the way, Enric moved back to the cockpit. Huh…he didn’t remember Alderaan having a moon… Anyway, the guy on the other end said Alderaan flight control, so all he had to worry about was not crashing the ship while landing.After deactivating the autopilot, Enric looked out of the window again, just in time to see the moon powering up a huge cannon aimed at Alderaan. Sighing deeply Enric consulted the board computer.“Let’s see…‘chances of navigating through an asteroid field’. Hmm…that’s bad. ‘Chances of navigating through an asteroid field flung at you’…even worse. Maybe…‘Chances of navigating through an asteroid field flung at you, while having a hangover’? Alright I’m dead.”As Enric foresaw, the planet exploded right afterwards. Enric powered the engines to the point of overheating.( was something oddly calming about his impossible odds. Since he already knew that there was no way in hell he'd survive this, he merely aimed for a highscore. It drove him to take some crazy risks as he spun around, turned, twisted, narrowly avoiding boulders twice the size of his ship. Evading one bould, two more of them appeared dead ahead. Flying through the narrowing gap between them, nearly squashed him. Right as they clashed into one another, another chunk appeared before him. He graced it, taking heavy damage to the hull. In the end, he survived…somehow.Enric cheered. The little Gymsnor-3 freighter was still well enough to get away. This was a miracle, he was the best pilot of all ti… The engine exploded behind him before he could finish the sentence…oh yeah…he overheated those…and now there was a fire.The two Iridonians panicked at the explosion. Enric appearing didn’t make it better.“Engine exploded, get to the escape pods”, he told them, cutting them free.“We only have two, you would-” One of them told Enric.“I know…get to safety!” Enric interrupted him.“My name is Kadrul and this is my brother Kaen”, the Iridonian said shaking his hand, “Thank you. I don’t know if I should hate or thank you, but…I surely will remember you.”They ejected leaving Enric alone on a burning ship. The second engine would explode soon as well and there was still debris flying around aiming to kill him. Also the giant moon with the blaster. This was bad. Really bad. Enrics hard raced, his thoughts were a mess. He had no plan, since his original plan involved him being dead at this point. This was a good lesson he supposed. He just had no time or interest to figure out what it entailed. Maybe idealism kills you? Yeah...the Smuggler was pretty sure giving them both pods was a bad idea, but...he somehow couldn't let them die.Enric sighed. He needed just one more Miracle...pretty please? When Aramys had plotted her final jump she took a non-standard vector and when her ship came out of the swirling miasma that was hyperspace it would be in a trailing orbit behind her destination, and slightly to galactic north as well. The Hyperdrive ticked over and her ship got pulled back into realspace, her sublight engines thrumming to life. She smiled when she saw the beautiful blue orb of Alderaan. She’d never been there before, but the stories of the cities that molded to the landscape and towered in slender spires.Her homeworld had never looked so beautiful, it had been a mining planet, owned by one of the galactic megacorps. Her family and everyone else there were ‘loosely’ called colonists, but they were more like indentured servants, living in constant debt to the company. So when the ‘Grey Men’ came and offered to pay her family’s debt and relocate them to a better world her parents had gladly sent her off with them. She hadn’t seen them since, had no idea if they were alive or dead even.(‘BEE...BEE...BEE…’ the console squealed at her, returning her to the present. She checked the mass and gravity well detectors and there was one where there shouldn’t have been. “What the frak?” She muttered to herself as she switched from passive sensors to scan, doing a sweep to get a better idea of what was going on here.“A moon? Alderaan doesn’t have a moon!” She said in confusion, switching to search mode and grunting in surprise, “That’s the weirdest moon I’ve ever seen!”As a precaution she maintained comms silence and move into a more retrograde position behind the planet, using it to mask her own location from whatever it was that thing was. The most disturbing thing was that there was no other space traffic out there, just another small ship sixty degrees to port on an approach vector.Without warning a green pulse of light licked out from the not-moon, almost blinding her as she had been staring in wonder at the thing. A fraction of a second later the once beautiful globe of Alderaan shattered before her eyes, the crust and mantle disintegrating into a trillion pieces of dead rock in an instant as the core vaporized and boiled away.Aramys shrieked as the life energy of several billion people we snuffed out in that moment, the shock wave in The Force greater than the physical one that followed along with the dead husk of the planet. Her small body arched and slammed back into her acceleration couch, causing her to bite her tongue and see stars from the force of the impact. She wailed and sobbed as her soul was shredded by so much death all at once, eyes tearing and nose bleeding from the pain in her skull.“WHHHYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?” She cried out as every klaxon, alarm and warning bell started clanging and chirping madly for attention. Even through the knifing pain in her mind pain and despair in her soul she quickly realized that doing nothing was going to get her killed quickly. Through the force storm that was battering the system she reached out and felt with her mind for the shattered remnants of the planet as she used the ship’s sensors and her own instincts to whirl and dance the ship she’d christened ‘Ary’s Dream’ with BoSS, the Bureau of Ships and Service before she left Coruscant. There were a dozen other false transponder codes and names tagged and registered to her ship and various identities she had documentation for. She couldn’t think about that right now though as an island sized piece of the planet decided it wanted to splatter her across its jagged face. Aramys didn’t let it though, she stood the Dream on its tail and roared it around the titanic rock, scraping a few flakes of paint off the starboard side in the process and nothing more.( shimmy and dip of her ship sent shooting pains into her head, but to survive she had to use every ounce of skill and luck she had as she put her baby through its paces and beyond its limits in order to keep from being a stain on one city-sized boulder or another, or taking a shockball sized rock through her viewscreen.Another proximity alarm went off and sounded for over a minute before it registered in her frantic mind, another ship was nearby! Glancing momentarily at her screens she saw it then looked port and up as she rolled the dream onto her back to get a better look. That pilot was jinking and dodging with skill equal to her own, but by the looks of his aft end he was overloading the sublights well beyond their redline capacity. Her ship did a quick flip and she lost sight of him for a moment but then she found him again, just as the engines quit in a sparking mass of ripping and twisting metal. A moment later two escape pods shot off from the ship and within seconds both were annihilated by debris of various sizes. Though things were beginning to thin out in the general vicinity. There was only the occasional thump or ping of smaller rocks bouncing off her particle shield and hull now. The other ship was going through a slow lateral tumble with a flat spin, probably from the way the drives had crashed haphazardly and she slowly matched the other ship’s motions so that they were basically cockpit to cockpit with about 15 meters separating them. She sat and watched across the void into the other ship, wondering what she should do as she wiped her eyes and dabbed a rag at her bloodied lip and nose. Things calmed down a little, giving Enric just enough time to take a breath. His heart was pounding against his ribcage like a hammer. It just had been way too many near death scenarios in last time. His fingers were shaking. Huh..he genuinely was afraid for his life. That was new. He’d better start putting in some effort. Dying sounded rather inconvenient.At least he outlived an entire planet. As he hammered commands into his console his eyes wandered to the place Alderaan had once been. He frowned. The smuggler supposed most other people would have thought something like “This is why we fight the empire” or “I have to avenge them”. He himself remembered that he has had a friend on that planet…a friend that still owed him money. The Empire would pay for this…every last of the 50 credits.The flashing system failure imminent reminded him that he still had to somehow survive this.Franticly, Enric searched the perimeter. There was so much scrap around, that it was significantly harder to find anything let alone the thing he was searching. After going over his scans the third time he gave up.There was no ice-cream parlor around.What was around, however, was a star yacht. This baby was worth more credits than Enric could make in a standard month. He really…REALLY didn’t want anything to do with its owner. In this one point, Enric was different from most smugglers: Where normal smugglers usually messed up with high society, Enric did far worse. That aside….he figured that once you had enough money you become blissfully unaware that dying is always an option.Sighing he picked up the com. The device in hand, he tried to remember if a yacht could shoot his little ship to shreds. Ah well the pilot had made the effort to close in so they couldn’t be all that bad. He just hoped that they wouldn’t charge him for that. Scratching his head he opened the chanel.“Hey…so…my engines are busted and I used both escape pods to involuntarily execute people that my squirrel annihilated in a game of card earlier. Long story short: I’m initiating docking maneuver. Interference will lead to collision and explosion of both ships. So…meet you at the bar?”Enric hang up the com. It wasn’t really the time for chatter and someone screaming at him would only break his concentration.The smuggler used short bursts from the engine to both minimize thrust and strain on his engines. There still was the problem with the fire, but…neither ship had a docking arm and the magnet locks could only do that much. Combined with the volatile shape of his craft, this was like flying through the eye a needle.First Burst: He covered a big distance and was getting rather close, he had over-steered a bit, but given that he had to correct the changed thrust he did rather well. Second Burst: A much smaller distance, in which he nearly got himself parallel to the ship. Third Burst: Minor corrections. Fourth Burst: Praying to whatever Item in the vicinity looked most like a god. He chose the hydrospanner.Somehow he got the blasted in position and initialized the magnet locks. Once done, he allowed himself to listen to the fire in the engine room for a moment. He just used a pile of rubble to dock unto a spaceship and it still wasn’t in the top three of the most impressive things today. That was the trademark of a really bad day. Oh well…better hasten for the airlock, thing can explode any moment.Granted, he more or less burst out of the airlock, but at least he didn’t have a blaster in hand when he ran for the cockpit. He only barely realized that the pilot was a girl, when he leant past her and started hacking down on the console.“Sorry I’m sure you are a great pilot, but I did this before so I’ll hijack this till we’re safe. Let’s…abort docking, power engines, gently nudge the ship for a little more distance. Mr. Squirell! Prepare the Hyperdrive!( little squirrel peaked out of his jacket’s collar and hopped on the console, only to look back up at Enric and cock its little head.“Yeah, I know it’s not constructed for squirrel…figure something out”, he answered before pausing to look at him and raise an eyebrow, “What do you mean talking to squirrels is an indicator for severe mental problems?”As soon as they were out of lethal range, Enric took a few deep breaths and told the pilot:“Thanks for the rescue. I’m Enric and this is Squirrel…hold onto your seat”, he paused as the distant explosion of his former ship rocked the yacht, “Can we jump to a system where they don’t arm their moons? I’d rather like-”As Enric turned around to face her, ´he got pale. The girl looked like she was the one narrowly escaping death for the third time before breakfast.“No offense, but…are you ok? You look pretty battered up and that comes from someone nearly killed by what was literally a whole planet.” She stared blankly out the viewscreen, the reverberations of two billion deaths still rocking her as she sat in her chair. ‘Dead, all dead’ she thought, ‘I would be too if I hadn’t decided on a different vector that delayed me by half a day. What the hell? What was going on?’Aramys jumped when she heard the comms crackle and the voice of a stranger come over her speakers. Someone was still alive on that derelict? But she’d seen the pods jettison and get pulverized by house sized boulders within minutes of launching! Was he left behind? Injured? Insane? She went with insane, simply because he claimed he could somehow maneuver his ship around to dock with hers. Watching as somehow he managed to nurse enough power and thrust out of the crippled engines his ship slowly rotated around and spun on its center of axis so that the ships would mate with their dorsal locks. She felt and heard the clunk run through the ship as the other ship connected with hers. A few moments later a scruffy looking man was in the cockpit and leaning over her, tapping keys and pushing levers as she watched blearily, barely able to concentrate on what he was doing or saying.Suddenly a little creature with brilliant purple fur and a bushy tail popped out from inside his jacket and leaped onto the control panel, tilted its head and looked at him quizzically. The man said something to it about the ship not being designed for a 'squirrel' whatever that was. Then he admitted to his own questionable sanity when he said that talking to the little animal like it could communicate back.Aramys stared up at him blankly for a moment, her eyes slightly glassy still from the trauma she'd just experienced. "You're... welcome?" Her brow furrowed as she thought for a moment, thinking about star systems they could jump to quickly. "Caamas is closest, but Kattada would be our best bet. Whoever did this probably knows we're here..."Shaking her head and wiping her face again which just smeared a stripe of blood from her nose up the side of her left cheek she nodded, staring back out to where a planet used to be, her face pale and drawn. Aramys waved her hand vaguely outside the viewport, "That... kind of hit me hard. Wasn't expecting to see something like that. Who... who are you? And what isthat?"she said, indicating the little purple furry. The girl seemed a bit out of it, but still knowleadgeable. Kattaka was only a few jumps, it seemed his best bet for the moment was to trust her. But...why should people know THEY were there? Neither of the two ot directly attacked and he wasby far more suspicious... It seemed she had made some enemies too. Something to keep in mindWait...didn't he just tell her his name? Oh no. The blood from her nose... This was bad. REALLY BAD. Enric had seen pilots like this. Sometimes when in high scenarios with high forces they manage to clash their brains against their skulls. It happened to one of his friends once, his name was... Enric didn't remember his name, but everyone called him numbskull now...the whole thing had some lasting effectProblem was that Enric barely had any idea about how to treat a concussion."Can you walk?", he asked a little clueless, "Think you should lie down a bit...medical attention would be better, but I don't think you have a bacta tank and a medical droid in your pocket. Wait that is...do you? Cause that would be pretty amazing."Enric turned back to the other pressing matter and fed the new destination into the autopilot. 4 Jumps was pretty close, but still enough time for things to go horribly wrong and to Enrics experience, Things always took their chance to go wrong. Looking over his shoulder, he took another look at the girl. He really shouldn't leave her unattended if she had a concussion. It'd be really confusing to know two people called numbskull.Finally he decided to get things over with. Averting his eyes he told her:"I apologize in advance, but...you might have a concussion...so..."He pushed his arms down her seat and lifted her from it. Wow...she felt really tiny. Enric was tempted to throw her in the air and catch her a couple of times, but that would probably make a concussion worse. Instead he tried his best to support her head with his arm."I'll carry you. You can slap me twice when we know you are ok, deal?"Again he sighed, the hero wasn't really Enrics role of choice and he was reasonably sure that he didn't come across as a pervert trying to grope her butt. Not that he wouldn't. He was sure that she had a great butt, he just prefered knowing that the girl won't collapse while groping it.Squirell used the moment of pondering to jump on the girl's belly to hitch a ride. Enric used it as ocassion to reiterate his introduction:"I'm Enric...last name doesn't matter, since I didn't matter to my old man either. This is Squirell, he just peeked out of my jacket after a run...he...likes nuts and to be pet behind his ear...also maybe he's a she...i never checked." Enric, oh yes he had told her that already. Why didn't she remember that? She could still hear the pings of smaller pieces of debris bouncing off the hull, and every once in a while there'd be a soft thud. Aramys didn't want to think about what those sounds might be caused by as bile rose to her throat. Trying to concentrate she said groggily "Med bay'sh back through the docking ring ha-hatch. Firsht door on the right. Jusht need some pain sup..suppressorsh and shtims."Her head wobbled as she dipped it to look at the little creature on her stomach, she lifted a hand and gently scratched it behind the ear like Enric had directed and it made a little purring sort of sound, rolling its head so she could get a better angle on her scratching. She grinned then looked up at the man who was gently carrying her through her ship. Maybe it was the throbbing in her head, maybe it was her eyes going in and out of focus but he was really good looking! Unfortunately for Aramys in her current state her brain and mouth were directly connected, and even the slight filter she normally had was disconnected and she blurted out, "You're pretty! Like really pretty! Do you have a girlfriend? Do you want one?"Aramys' head lolled to the side and she rested it on his chest with a slight moan as she let herself be toted into the small med bay and gently laid down on the bed there. Her hand waved at the storage units on the far wall and she spoke quietly so that her head wouldn't explode, "Spray-jector'sh in th' top drawer on the left. Ugh!" she grabbed her head as another wave of nausea rolled through her, "Center cupboard second shelf are th' shtims 'n pain medsh. Gonna need somethin' to keep me from pukin' too. Left...left...urk...cup-board...bottom..." she couldn't finish her sentence as her head rolled to the side and she projectile vomited down Enric's front, heaving and retching several times before lapsing into a fitful sleep. At least she didn’t bang her head bad enough to get really dumb. In fact she still seemed more put together than him. Following her instruction he headed for the med bay. Moving really carful, as to avoid shaking her up to badly, slowed him down quite a bit though. Well at least he held her steady enough that the motions of his steps hadn’t more impact than the cradling of a child. In his arms she reminded of one too…small, light and innocent. Enric felt bad for pulling her into his bullshit…then again…she was rich, so…he probably could sell it as a guided adventure cruise and she would even pay him for it.Squirrell obviously had less pangs about involving her. She was another hand to scratch him behind his ear and thus he liked her already. The little critter squeaked happily and nuzzled its little face against his (or her) new friend.After a few steps her condition seemed to worsen significantly. Not because she called him good looking, that merely attested for her good taste, but…it came a bit too much out of nothing for her to be alright. The question caught Enric a bit off guard as well, that wasn’t really the kind of question smugglers heard regularly. This was mostly because of the “girl in every port” mentality in that particular job…he guessed.“Erm…no I got no girlfriend”, he answered a bit distant, “…and…sure why not? You got any friends you’d like to lose?”Enric laid her down for doctor squirrel to start his snuggle therapy by cuddling against her neck and curling up. Following her instructions, Enric picked up the stims, one after another, then turned around. He was greated by a hose of puke. Enric sighed…she still was not the worst patient that he ever had, but very close.Wordless he took her arm, straightened it, set up the painkiller against it and gave her the shot. Then he moved over the stimpack to the stomach-tranquilizer-thingy (he chose the wookie-sized dosis for that)“Ok…now…I’ll need three things if you want me to get us save out here”, He told her slowly, counting it from his fingers: “First: Got any spare clothes that won’t make me look like a cross dresser? Second: I need you to stay calm and lie down while I’m in the cockpit. I Third and most important: Do you have any booze here?” Aramys groaned and her eyes fluttered back open, sparkles flashing in her eyes. Why was this pretty man bothering her? Didn't he know she needed to sleep? The taste of bile in her mouth made her smack her lips and the burn of it in her throat made her ask for water in a raspy whisper. She struggled to sit up when he brought her a small bottle of water but he held her and helped her take a few sips before pushing her back to lie down.She tried to keep her mind focused as the meds started doing their work, the first thing she clung to was 'clothes'. Pretty boy needed clothes. She looked at him and even through the blur and sparkles she could see that he had throw-up all over himself. 'Why did he puke on himself?' she thought as her mind wobbled a little. "Ohclothes!" Aramys croaked, "Eng...engineering locker?"'Relaxing's not gonna be a problem,' she thought to herself with a ragged giggle. The pain meds were kicking in so she was feeling groggy, and the stims would at least counteract the grogginess enough so that she could help some. "Oh-okay, I c'n rest, but you ever fly a Baudo fly-boy? Bar's in the lounge, I could use some too." She struggled to get up and finally got herself into a sitting position, looking around and realizing that from the splatter pattern of the vomit on the exam bed and floorshehad barfed onhim. "S-sorry," she said sheepishly. "Guess I was pretty out of it huh?" Damn he was pretty! Guys should have to carry warning labels when they looked that good, she pondered. Now that she was out of the worst of it, Enric got himself a moist piece of cloth and wiped the blood from her face. It was a shame to hide such a pretty face under all that blood. He got her the water as well when she asked for it. She asked for water though and even though he was itching to get rid of her puke, he got her a bottle of water. When he gave it to her however, he figured that she was still too weak to get up, Enric softly slipped his arm under her back and helped her up, while leading the battle to her lips.Finally she was able to process what he said…the stims did their work…maybe she wasn’t quite as bad of as he though first. Enric nodded…engineering…ok wouldn’t be stylish, but anything made a better impression than ‘puked’. She got his instructions as well and even found the fatal flaw in his plan. Enric shrugged it off and answered grinning:“No. That’s why I plan on getting drunk”, he sighed, “Seriously though, I just flew a freighter I never saw before this day, while nursing a hangover and… did I mention it had only one engine left...which was on fire? I think I can handle a ship that was build to be piloted by drunken amateurs. “By now she finally got where all the puke came from and she reacted accordingly. He nearly felt bad for her…if he wasn’t the one she puked on he actually might have, but he wasn’t mad either. Grinning he ruffled her hair a bit and told her:“Yep. Both pretty and out of it. But I had worse on my clothes. Now…I’ll change and do the jump. I’ll return in a bit. On drinking though. With the concussion and the fluid loss I’d advice you finish the water first. Oh and no peaking. At least not till you are better, ok? I’ll leave Squirell to take care of you.”Squirrel did a military looking gesture her he put his paw to his forehead and then…curled up on her belly…he just was Squirrel after all.Enric winked at her before he left. He found an overall in the engineering…just as he thought he would. Since the only other person was bedridden he decided to just change on the spot. The old ones he just threw out of the airlock…no sense in them pestering what little air they had.Fetching a bottle of…whatever on the way, he preceded to the cockpit. Normally Enric wouldn’t drink two days in a row but, with what just happened, he wasn’t willing to run around with a hangover any longer. Taking a hug swig he entered the coordinates for the jump. Occasionally his eyes drifted to the moon. If that ting powered again, they’d be toast. Finally, they did the jump.When Enric returned he put down the bottle beside her and declared:“We didn’t explode. Let’s celebrate!” Enric did have a point, anyone who could fly through that Dianoga’s breakfast of a debris field without getting killed and while hungover had to be at least almost as good a pilot as she was. Slowly sipping the water her stomach settled and her head cleared as she listened to him explain his plan on how to get them out of there. Wait did he say he needed to get drunk to fly her ship? ‘Damn I already told him where the bar was too’, she thought to herself as she scratched Squirrel’s ear distractedly.Her back stiffened when Enric said her ship was built for drunken amateurs to fly and she quickly retorted, “One ‘m not drunk, an’ I prob’ly got more flight time on more ships than you’ll ever get!”Then he had the balls to ruffle her hair like she was a six year old! Aramys batted his hand away and glared at him, “Keep your hands to yourself vapor-brain!” Despite her anger at his condescending treatment of her Aramys still blushed when he called her pretty. Compliments about one’s looks were not something that generally happened at the training facility she’d lived in for the past fifteen years. She understood the nuances of flirting and seduction, they were all part of her training, but there was a difference between being taught how to do all of those things and having a real, live man say that she was pretty out of the blue.While Enric was off finding clean clothes and raiding her liquor cabinet Aramys took stock of her situation. She was still technically undercover, despite the fact that the planet, and obviously her mission target being blown to smithereens, so she had to maintain that until she could get new orders or something. For the time being she was still Siegrid Weymark, daughter of a rather prosperous family from Ultraan who ran a successful exporting firm which specialized in transporting the native Giant Blossoms and Pyril trees to wealthy clients around the galaxy for their arboretums.Tapping into the main computer she checked the BoSS Registry file to make sure that it was the one tagged to her current alias, and that the correct transponder code and engine signature were set also. The last thing she wanted was the wrong BoSS data to be loaded into the computer and her datapad if they were boarded by Imperials or a customs or system patrol.( good, still theWey Outtahere, and Siegrid's showing as the owner/captain,' she thought to herself. "Now what am I gonna do about you and Enric, Squirrel? Neither of you are on my manifest and I don't think he has an Exotic Creatures Waiver for you now does he?" she said to the little purple fuzzball in her lap as she tickled its belly.Just then her new shipmate popped back into the medbay and plopped a bottle onto the bed beside her. Aramys looked at the label and nearly had a fit! "This is 150 year old Vasarian brandy, do you have any idea what that bottle is worth Enric? I don't care that we didn't explode or fly through a supernova, put it back right now you frakking moron!" With the patience of booze, Enric listened to her cussing at him. When she was done, he patiently closed the bottle. He then proceded to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. Did she really just yell at him, after telling him where to find the alcohol herself? It would seem he stumbled over that kind of girl. No reason to get rude though. Becoming rude would just end badly."Problem is...I already drank quite a bit", he explained to her calmly, "I guess here'd be something to get it back up if you insist on getting all of it though."Enric turned to examine the meds. While he hoped, she'd decline, he wasn't really bluffing. Puking wouldn't be the worst that happened today and he just about hit the point where he stopped caring if his shoes were clean. As his finger moved over the labels he stopped, however. Slowly he raised his head as he remembered something she said. Out of the corner of his eyes he glanced at her and asked:"You still haven't told me your name, did you? I mean can't blame you, must be hard to come up with a fake one. You claim to have more flighthours than me, yet your booze and ship cost more than any pilot could afford, even a good smuggler. You also said something about them findingus. So...what are you? A bounty hunter? A Pirate?" He sighed and turned around, looking directly into her eyes. "Look...I want to trust you, so...give me a story that makes sense and i'll try to believe you."Believe that she wouldn't shoot him in the back was closer to what he really wanted. Every instinct in him screamed to throw that girl out of the airlock, but he couldn't. He already put way too many people into misery with his stupid idea to outrun the empire on his own. On the other hand...it wasn't likely that they'd fire a laser like that just to kill him. Sure, he caused trouble, but...at this point he really wasn't valuable enough to warrant that kind of energy bill.Enric looked pretty tired when he moved in to pet squirrel behind his ear. The little critter squeeked joyfully and disappeared in the sleeve of his overall. The other hand slid over his blaster, still holstered above the overall. He had been in that situation way too often...half of the time they ended in a shootout. it was a good idea to prepare for it. His eyes remained locked on hers...a saddened glint in them."Look...i've been smuggling...seen people try to shoot me over a load barely worth the ammunition. I'm sorry for interrogating you like that, but I'm kinda afraid you'll shoot me once you're healed...that'd be a bad influence for squirrel", he gave her a bitter smile, "I'm also sorry for the drink and the vase i'm sure to smash sometime along the way." "I think we should pass on getting that back, we've already got my mess to clean up in here," Aramys grumped as she held out her hand to him. "Pass it over, I may as well have a taste of it myself." her eyes watching him as he seemed to be inventorying the med bay for some reason.She eyed Enric carefully, not wanting to probe his mind as in her own condition she probably didn't have a whole lot of control and would probably make him a vegetable. 'Would probably be an improvement really...' she thought to herself with a mental snicker as she slugged back a hit from the bottle of brandy. "You never asked me now did you? Why would I need to come up with a fake one? I mean I've never done anything illegal...yet. Though entering a starport with an unregistered exotic would be a first for me!" She said as she pointed to Squirrel. "My name is Siegrid Weymark, and the reason IknowI have more flight hours than you is that my father owns a shipping company on Ultraan and I've piloted everything from a Z-10 Seeker to a Gallofree Medium Transport,Enric. So no, I'm neither a bounty hunter nor a pirate."Aramys paused for a breath and gave him a snarky smile, "You say you're a smuggler but how do I know you're not really a bounty hunter or pirate yourself? Give me a story I can believe, so I can trust you too." She took another swig of the incredibly smooth alcohol, holding the bottle back out to him. "Don't worry about the bottle I didn't pay for it, though I probably will when my father finds out," she said with a shrug. It was a good thing she wasn't probing Enrics mind, it might have lost her a few IQ points. The most prominent thing on his mind right now was this dumb jingle, he couldn't get rid of. He genuinely tried not to think to much about her explaination. He didn't want shooting and him thinking usually ended that way. Maybe not thinking could keep him out of trouble? At least Enric couldn't remember ever being in trouble when he was to drunk to think. Then again he didn't remember anything from such occassions.At her words, Enric looked at the spot where she puked. She was right, it was quite a mess...wait...did she say we? Did she really expect him to help her mop up her own vomit? Wasn't his fault that she was sick of him right the moment they met, was it? That aside, his clothes surely have soaked up more than just his fair share of the workload. Well at least she got more reasonable concerning the booze. Enric took it and chugged down another swill. Before realizing something, that made him put down the bottle."WAIT...you just puked...please tell me that stuff isn't going to give me an encore of that show", he asked her as backed a step away.Her story seemed well enough...well maybe a little shakey in places, but Enric couldn't point those out with that damn jingle in his head. Still she said a couple of things that he really couldn't agree on. Still, he waited for her and took a deep breath then he patiently stated:"...as much as a gutter rat like me shouldn't educate a fine lady like you on manners...I introduced myself twice and it's rather rude not to return the favor."Then he eyed squirrel. Unregistered exotic? That was most likely the nicest thing anyone ever said about the little pain in the butt. He never had the least problem with getting him in somewhere...mostly because he tended to bite officials that tried to take him in unmentionable places...but still, Enric couldn't believe that this would be a problem now of all times."Who said that he's unregistered? You shouldn't just assume that he's just some mongrel...that's a mean accusation. I want you to apologize to him", he declared in overacted shock, then shrugged, "I mean he is, but still...I'm sure he is mad at you now."At that statement Squirrel speeded in his sleave and returned holding out a nut at the girl like a present fit for a King."See? He's furious."Oh yeah...of course he had to return the favour. Sighing he put squirrel down and looked through a window to the stars. A believable story huh? Now that was a hard one. Enric hadn't seen one smuggler in his entire life that had a believable history. Most of them were borderline crazy and impulsive as it got. Thinking about it, quite a while, he ended up shrugging:"I got nothing. I'll just tell you what actually happened and hope it's crazy enough that it has to be true. I'll try and make it short though."Enric sat down and pondered where to start, slowly he mumbled:"Had a job for a hut which went really badly...Empire got me. I managed to escape, but the cargo was gone. Didn't have a penny to my name and an angry hut at my heels so i bet my ship to pay the debts...went badly. So yeah...got drunk, shot a bounty hunter, snuck into a cargo hold to sleep of the booze, woke up in space. The owners weren't glad to see me, but...they didn't manage to shoot me either. Then a moon shot at me, I evaded an entire planet flung at me...machines overheated", he explained counting the points with his hands, then stopped, put his hands down an continued weakly, "There were only two pods...I had to choose. Well...think you know how that went."Enric took the bottle once again, downing a good portion of it intent to kill whatever part of his brain still remembers the two iridonians. Putting the bottle back down he mumbled:"Have to disappoint you though...but I piloted things that didn't deserve a name. I piloted a ship in my sleep once because i spend 72 hours flying non stop...had something to do with an arranged marriage to a gomorean...long story and i'm not drunk enough to tell it. Point is...lady...you might claim to be a better pilot, but you are way to well off to work the same hours I do." Aramys was feeling considerably better after several hits of the brandy and chuckled merrily, catching his glance to the puddle of vomit. "Nope, I'm good now, unless I decide to keep drinking which I won't so don't worry. Wet vac's in the cubby there behind the door, if you want to start getting that stuff off the floor. And Itoldyou my name, but obviously you probably hit your ego inflated head or something between your ship and three minutes ago. My name is Siegrid... did you hear me that time?"It was very difficult for her not to laugh at Enric, his outrage and confusion and pretty much everything he seemed to feel and think were plastered on his face like holo ads for the latest speeder. He was either the greatest actor in the galaxy and was putting one over on her, or he really was as much of a nerf as he was making himself out to be. On a troubling note though was the fact that he was so damn pretty, and she was pretty sure that if he hadn't just saved her life back by jumping away from Alderaan, she probably would have spaced him when he dumped his clothes in the airlock.Her ship had a few special features that probably even some of the most modified smuggler ships didn't have. One was that she could just about control every function of it from any terminal as long as she punched in a certain code and said a command word. She was going to save that little tidbit of information for as long as she could. 'Enric No-name' was about as trustworthy as a Hutt for the moment, and she'd be monitoring him from wherever she was.Aramys laughed and took the nut from Squirrel, "I'm sorry your human's a big Ronto butt and didn't know that he was supposed to register you, but I'm sure he doesn't mind 5 years imprisonment and 30,000 credits in fines to keep you around."She sat and listened to Enric's bizarre tale, and despite herself she believed him, though she was troubled in how he 'got away' from the Empire. "Ok, yeah Hutts are never a good idea to get involved with if you've got at least as much brains as a Sludir. And everything else makes sense or I saw for myself. What I want to know iswhythe Empire took you into custody, andhowyou escaped, and from where." She said in a stern voice as she eyed him closely, reaching out delicately with her mind."Look I'm not going to play whose hyperdrive is faster than whose with you, we're both good if we could fly through that hell just now. Just remember, this ismy shipand we do thingsmy way. Got it?" As she lashed out at him, Enric blinked in confusion. He wasn't sure that he really processed everything to that point right, but she clearly was annoyed at him. The hard part about it was not to get infected with all of the hostility she just spew at him. He really didn't want this to escalate. Some people had nasty tricks up their sleaves and...things could get ugly since he was technicly wearing her sleaves right now. He sighed."I didn't mean to offend you...jeez", he told her, just a little hurt, "I merely explained why I originally expected to hear your name without explicitely asking."The statement on the vac he overheard. Mostly because he had no intentnion on starting with "getting that stuff off the floor". He also decided not to comment on the Ronto butt statement. She should be aware herself that as a smuggler that got sniffed out by the empire, the sentence for squirell was among the lesser things that'd happen to him.Great the girl was an outright inquisitor. It seemed that she was less bent on preserving peace than himself. The things she asked for could basicly cost him his neck. He was sure she knew that, so...he was pretty sure now that she wanted this to end with blood. His hand wandered back to his blaster, checking if it still was there. His heart was racing. He lowered his hand from the blaster. He wouldn't be the first to shoot... His mind was filled with scenarios about how this might go badly, his thoughts were a mess. He kept thinking of the people that already died because of this mess he got himself into. Couldn't let that show though."By now you insulted me about...4 times? It's pretty obvious you don't like me at all. The information you ask for is exactly what i'd ask for if i want to rat myself out, so all you get is: I'm a smuggler, Stormtroupers are shitty marksmen and THAT really shouldn't interest you if you were only concerned about the holes in my story. I hate to bring it up, but I could just have shot you while you were puking on the floor, so I think I already showed that I don't wish to harm you. It's not like your story is without holes either...as short and i reckon imaginary as it is...you know an awful lot about snuggling fines, for example. I chose to trust you, so I won't ask them. All I ask for is getting to a station, then i'll disappear and you'll be rid of me forever. Normally people would jump at that offer. So...Deal?"He held out his hand, with a grim expression and sighed at her words."Your way? I'm not sure that you entirely grasp the situation...the empire just blew up Alderaan. Meaning they killed some of my friends, probably some of yours and billions of friends of other people. Yet you are playing power games?", Enric nearly spat the words at her, "This turned into raw survival. I don't care who's in charge, as long as we both get out of this unscathed."By now, Enrics nearly panic won over his guilt and rational thinking. He watched her movement closely. As soon as she gave him a reason he would draw and shoot her. He still hoped that she didn't, his whole mind was filled with prayers that she didn't, but if it meant survival...he'd have to shoot. Aramys crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall, huffing and blowing her bangs up out of her eyes, looking very much like a petulant child when she did that. He was right, both of their stories were as full of holes as a slab of Telerathian Eopie cheese. Her head still throbbed and her eyes felt like someone was trying to squish them, but taking that out on Enric really wasn't fair. She could literally push into his mind and tell him to walk out the airlock if she wanted to, but he didn't deserve that. Through all her years of training she only ever did what was necessary to complete her tasks. Yes, she could command the dark side and perform all of the tricks and such, but she always felt that some of their techniques were overkill. And that led her to wonder why the Emperor had decided to make her a Hand before she'd completed her training.She closed her eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep and calming breath as she felt the last dregs of her traumatic experience slowly ebb out. Giving him a little smile she she took his hand and shook it, "Okay, sorry. I know I've been as twitchy as a Bantha in a Krayt Dragon lair, but that..." she waved her hand toward the aft of their ship. "What happened to Alderaan... It affected me pretty badly, probably a lot worse than you realize and for reasons I don't really want to talk about."Looking up at him she felt herself get light headed, 'Crap on a crutch he should not be allowed to be so frakkin' pretty!' she thought to herself. "You're right, no more games Enric, this isour shipuntil we decide to part ways or whatever. Right now we need to decide what happens next and how we're going to keep ourselves alive. You said the Empire destroyed Alderaan, and I'm pretty sure you're right. I've never seen anything like that moon or whatever it was before so it's something new."Aramys slipped off of the bed and grabbed the vac out of the cubby and cleaned up her vomit quickly, giving him a smirk as she did so. "What the hell, Captain doing a deck hand's job..." If she was a bit tense, Enric had completely lost it at this point. Her every move was watched by his staring, panicky eyes. All of this was crazy, but he went to far already, he couldn't die now. He at least wanted to know what happened before someone would shoot him to pieces. Something to eat would be nice too.Then she smiled and he relaxed so quickly that he nearly looked as if breaking down. Last thing he wanted was another corpse...very last thing he wanted was him being said corpse.He listened to her and sighed. Shrugging slightly he told her:“I...HOPE...that it was the empire. Imagine it waging a war with some organization powerful enough to build...”, he vaguely gestured, “…whatever that thing was right under their noses. I'm curious to see them explaining that however...people will notice that a planet is missing.”As she grabbed the vac, Enric closed the bottle. He had drunk enough. It was time to stop forgetting and time for figuring stuff out. He smiled at her and stated:“Your puke, your rules. Remember me to smash the bottle when it's empty...you can truthfully tell your dad that some mad stowaway hijacked your ship, drugged you and smashed the bottle...or that it broke when the planet exploded...if you want something more believable. Might even thank you for getting the ship back in one piece.”Scratching his head he looked at the girl. Hell...once he was reasonable sure she wasn't out to kill him, she was really really cute. Before, he knew it, Enric realized that he had been staring at her for quite some time. A little to quick he moved his gaze on to the meds.“So...got anyone we could ask about the giant deathball? Hmm...Deathball is a bad name...Pewpew-Orb? Yeah that ones better”, he paused and looked around, “A basic tour for the ship would be nice too.” Seeing Enric relax from the point where he seemed to be ready to burst the throbbing blood vessel at his temple, made the petite redhead chuckle. That man was being jerked around by his fears and emotions so badly she could feel it without even trying to probe his mind. When he mentioned the 'organization' that the Empire was waging war with she smirked and shook her head."You mean the Rebellion? That hopeless gang of rabble doesn't stand a chance against the Empire, and from what I've heard they fly around in decrepit ships with weapons that were old before the Clone Wars began. Nothing but a pain in the Emperor's ass." She paused for a breath and gave him a reflective look, "yeah, a planet going poof is going to be hard to explain, but that's not my job so I don't give a worrt's butt about it."When Aramys stood up she replaced the vac where it belonged, listening to him chatter and going on. "Wait, what makes you think I know anyone who could possibly know anything about your Deathball or Pewpew-Orb? You're a very strange man Enric, I wonder what happened to make you this way...""Come on," she said as she led him out the door and into the hallway. "Those other doors lead to two person cabins, they all have their own 'fresher units. There are two cabins just aft of the cockpit, the one on the left is mine. They share a 'fresher so if you're afraid of me seeing anything you don't want me to take one of these cabins. Oh, stay out of my cabin. It's totally off limits."They walked further back into the ship and stopped in the lounge area which was luxuriously appointed with Greel wood, metal surfaces of Thoranium steel so highly polished that it seemed they reflected more light than what hit them, and numerous crystalline decorative pieces. The seating was all covered in the softest Durni hide to be found."Galley's there, but since you found the Vasarian brandy you know where it is already. The doors there and there lead to the escape pods,don'tget any ideas about putting me in one." Aramys said with a snicker and wink. "You know where the Engineering and cargo bays are, boarding is from the cargo bay. We've also got three turrets, one chin mounted under the cockpit and two more port and starboard, both accessible from the cargo area. I think that about covers it Enric, any further questions?" At her remark, Enric raised an eyebrow. She didn't seem to be a fan of the rebellion at all. Might be better not to tell her where he was headed then. Also...better not tell her too much about his own dealings with them. He kind of trusted her, but there was no reason to create temptation was there? That aside, she got him wrong.“Not the Rebells. Even if all Hutts in the entire galaxy happened to create an alliance, they wouldn't have the money for that. If...a very unlikely if...this wasn't the empire it wouldn't be any force we know. I mean...what do you guess how many people were on that thing?” Enric paused to listen to her dismissive comment, then explained further “Well…I think you should. You are an eye witness. If your story and theirs doesn't align...well...doubt they'd let you tell yours for long.”Massaging his temples, Enric tried to pull his mind together by sheer force. The more he thought about it, the worse things seemed to get. Worst thing was that the alcohol didn't allow him to think that little bit more, that would allow him to at least come up with a bad plan out of it. She wasn't much help with that either. Some of her comments nearly made him suspect that she'd rather sweep the whole “planet exploded right before their eyes”-business under the rug.“So you are telling me, that with your dad owning a shipping cooperation, you flying a ship worth more than I care to think about and your general lovely nature you wouldn't know a single politician? I mean...someone following the news might even be helpful at this point”, he pointed out, “I could ask my contacts, but a good number of them would've loved for that beam to hit me and the rest is lowlife scum like myself.”Wordlessly Enric followed the young woman. His face turned more and more into a frown during the first her explanation. It seemed mostly to be measures to prevent him from seeing her naked. Enric sighed.“Owww...so we can't shower together AND I don't get to sneak in your room. You're no fun. It's because I told you 'no peaking' earlier right?”, he asked his voice feigning deep sadness while his face grinned at her.Enric followed her information, looking at each room with a very mild curiosity. When she was done, he didn't answer right away, instead, he seemed to process it for a while, think it over and finally respond:“One. Are you hungry?”He didn't exactly wait for an answer, since he himself was starving. Instead he moved very slowly and without breaking eye contact for the room he deemed most likely to contain food. Enric made her head hurt with his conflicting comments, "Yeah we were both eyewitnesses, but if you're saying that by coming forward whoever did that is going to kill us, does that make coming forward with what we know smart? I mean sure, my dad's got connections with some mid level Imperial functionaries and all, but there's not a Huurton's chance in hell that they can protect me, or anyone from whoever built that thing!"Yeah, as far as her cover went that was true, but she was considerably higher up on the food chain than anyone her 'dad' could have known. Well higher up according to the Emperor, and she was basically on her own here, being undercover meant that she was supposed to remain anonymous, not go filling up the hypernet with her story about what had happened to Alderaan. Enric's thinking was pretty fogged from being drunk (obviously he spent most of his waking hours in that state), or he would have realized that there had been other ships in-system that had seen what had occurred, Alderaan wasn't some backwater planet in the outer rim."Listen Enric, we weren't the only witnesses and someone's probably already notified someone.... Jeez! NO, NO and NO! What is wrong with you? I swear I'll throw you in the airlock and space you myself if you don't stop acting like that!" she grumped as she tossed herself into a chair. "Yes I can eat, and you don't have to skulk around like that, if you're hungry there's enough food on the ship for us to eat like royalty for a month, and like spacers for even longer."Aramys was really regretting letting this buffoon onto her ship now, he was grating on the one nerve she had that hadn't been vaporized by what had happened, and if he really wanted to see what hyperspace looked like up close and personal outside her ship she'd oblige him. Her mission was shot to shit so she'd already failed miserably her first go out and now she had to figure out how to move forward without tipping her hand with him now. It was less the alcohol...he was rather used to thinking with a drunk head...he was genuinely terrified at what happened. Being on the other side of that...thing was the last thing he wanted and yet he was. He just saw the empire destroy a whole planet and he was damned if he knew what those kinds of people would do with him if they got him into their hands. With that kind of determination it seemed likely they would too."Right, right, right. Dammit...I hoped for a friend or something...you know the kind of person that would give you some information and wouldn't tell the empire of you", He sighed, "Don't think anyone could protect you if those guys want you."Her reaction made Enric chuckle a bit. Even though she could have reacted a little less like he was offering her to eat flies, her reaction was priceless. She still seemed a bit hostile though, maybe this wasn't the right time to make jokes. Thus he merely made a mental note not to touch the cute girls behind and explained."I...actually just wasn't sure if this was the right way and waiting for you to tell me it's the other way, but seems I was right...how does omelette sound? I'd make you something more fancy, but i'm hungry and not sure what's in your fridge. You got eggs, right?"He turned around and finally moved into the room, opened the fridge and continued to explain with his head inside:"Yeah...you are right we best pretend that we don't even know what an 'Alderaan' is. They killed a planet, what's a few ships then? Better not to poke the lion." Aramys chuckled and shook her head, "I honestly don't know anyone who could, or would tell me anything about that planet destroying moon, or space station or whatever it was." she lied. 'Yeah Palpatine would know but you're not gonna just ask him outright of such a thing, that's not your job and really you have your own scope of responsibility Ary,' she thought to herself. 'I think that device is definitely on a need-to-know basis and right now you don't need to or want to know anything more than what you've already witnessed.'"An omelette would be great thanks Enric, I'm just going to go clean up and brush my teeth okay?No peeking!" she said with a grin and snicker as she headed back to the forward part of the ship so she could change her clothes and get the taste of puke out of her mouth and make herself a little more presentable.When she got into her cabin she stripped down and tossed her sweat and vomit stained clothes into the autovalet, then grabbed a towel to quickly slip across the hall to the 'fresher, hopping into the shower once she got the water just right and brushing her teeth as she was pelted. Once her mouth felt clean she scrubbed her small body down, feeling like she'd taken a layer of skin off before she'd had enough and shutting it down.Simple underwear covered by a loose blue shirt with half sleeves and grey pants with a matching blue stripe down the sides were followed by a simple black multi-pocket vest and her favorite Dewback leather boots. She never buckled them up so they scuffed and scraped as she walked back into the lounge area. The smell of Enric's cooking made her empty stomach growl and rumble, reminding her that not only had she forgotten to eat that morning, but what little there had been in her stomach had been blasted onto her shipmate."Smells good Enric! I'm starving here." she commented with a private little smile. Even if all he could do was cook and spell her at the controls that would be enough for her. Cooking was not her forte, though she could manage if she followed the autochef's instructions. Aramys slipped into a seat at the gaming/dining table and waited for him to bring out their food. That was...believable enough that he didn't have to ask any more questions. Statistical speaking, there had to be one rich person that didn't know every other rhich person by their first names. It migh be a good thing not to ask statistic how likely it was to just run into that person, least it realized that he should have exploded already. Enric shook off the thought. It was concerning to think about how many slim chances he already survived.That aside his grumbly belly demanded attention and what little of his mind didn't heed that request, tried in vain to understand that girl. She seemed to switch back and forth between tempted to kill him and new best buddy mode.Sighed and got himself some eggs and cheese. Then he got himself a pan and started cooking. It was a lot harder to make something decent when you had no idea where anything was, but luckily...omelettes were among the easyer things and she didn't look like she'd eat quite as much as...say a hutt. It went pretty smooth in the end, he already prepared the first dish when she left the bath. The compliment put a little smile on his face."You'd be surprised how important cooking is for dealing with crime bosses", he told her. Of course he didn't tell her that the other part was to know which poison is hardest to detect in food...that part upsetted people whenever he served them Dinner.( both dishes he walked over to her and put down the dishes. Golden omeletes, seasoned with pepper, salt and some secret ingredients...Enric found that any good cook used secret ingredients, so he started to refer to anything he added that went over the basic recipe as this."Hope you like it. Kept it simple so I wouldn't use mushrooms that cost more than a whole planet", he winked.Hungry as he was, Enric kept wolfing the whole thing down in seconds, then leaned back and watched the ceiling. The whole universe was a me right now. He enjoyed the moment of peace and quiet before things would start to explode in his face again. He closed his his eyes and might even have fallen asleep if the sound of his rattling dish didn't call him back into reality, looking down he found a sad squirrel staring at the empty dish. Enric smiled, put down a nut and strok the little critter behind its ear."Where you going to do something important on Alderaan? Not that it matters much now", he asked the girl he knew as Siegrid casually. Aramys arched a slim red eyebrow and smirked, "I'm sure knowing how to cook isvery important when it comes to the criminal element, I'm sure there are a few toxins that could be well hidden in say... an omelette?"Taking a mouthful and chewing slowly, savoring the taste of the crawk eggs and the delicious seasonings they were dashed with."Mmmmm...Oh dish...dish ish delishioush!" she said around a mouthful of the fluffy eggs and melted cheese. Smiling across the table she shook her head and took a sip of her caf, "The mushrooms are cheap, at least I think they are. If it's there and fresh use it, I'd hate to throw the good stuff out and have to eat packaged food way sooner than we need."She scooped up a bit of her egg and put it on the table top for Enric's little companion, watching her eat it delicately then clean its paws and face. She couldn't help a little giggle and grin as she watched, thinking about how cute the little furball was. Once she was done she thanked him for a delicious meal then took the plates back into the galley and into the washer, tidying up the little kitchen and putting things away."I uh... was heading there to set up a business meeting with a prospective client, they wanted some exotics shipped from Wroona and I was supposed to be going over the final list before we sent our acquisition team off to get them and bring them back. I also had to make sure their licensing and permits were all current too." Aramys gave a mental sigh at that heap or rancor dung she'd just told. Her real mission had been to get information about how deep the Alderaanian Royal family was into the Rebellion. There was a lot of very solid circumstantial evidence, especially regarding Princess Leia Organa. Enric raised his eyebrows at her words. Even though she, in a way, very much hit the mark with that comment he genuinely seem surprised. He actually needed a few second to process such an accusation. Sighing deeply, Enric put the fork and knife neatly on his dish. Then, in the deep gravelly tone of a man deeply hurt he told her:„I would never do such thing. How can you even think about such thing? That's horrible. Poison belongs in the dessert. Omelet would taste weird with toxins. They get much nicer after you show them that you brought an antitoxin to prevent that nasty heartburn, though.“He smiled at the compliment though. It was nice getting a positive feedback instead of „Uggh! Something's...not right...I'm poisoned!“ It was good enough a reason to repeat this...especially since she gave him free hand now. He smiled at her and responded nodding rapidly:„I can also do card tricks.“As she feed him, Squirrel nuzzled against her hand and squeaked happy. Enric merely raised an eyebrow. Feeding the little one your own food usually ended with him stealing it further down the line, but that was her decision.He frankly was a bit surprised that she just did the dishes, after all it wasn't unreasonable to assume the cook would clean the mess he created. Still it gave him the chance to staying his seat and just listen to her story. He couldn't tell whether it was a lie or none, but it was entertaining enough to keep her going either way.„Oh? Well I guess that deal would have exploded whether you able to make it or not. So. What are you gonna do after we reached our destination? Get back to daddy, explain the situation and work for him till you can take over? It's what i'd do. If my options were as good that is.“Enric grimaced lightly. His one option was to join the rebellion and get killed by the pewpew-orb out there. Well…maybe he could get them to just hide him? Not likely...but... The small tech console on the wall warbled out a warning as they sat there chatting, causing Aramys to leap to her feet and scramble over to it, punching a few buttons before she muttered a curse to herself, "Frak, this can't be good!" She turned to Enric and barked at him, "Get into a turret, we've got a large body mass shadow that's going to pull us out of hyperspace."Racing up to the bridge she leaped gracefully over the back of her seat and landed on her butt with a small grunt and drew her headset on. Strapping in and powering up the shields as she watched her sensors she pulled the ship out of hyperspace before whatever it was that was out there did it violently which could blow their drive, stress the ship's frame and any number of things if it was a large enough body."SON OF A ---" Aramys screamed as the swirling lines of hyperspace coalesced back into the normality of realspace, a gigantic asteroid right in her path. Slewing the controls down and to the right while cutting power to the sublights then slamming it to full the ship did a ducking side-slip maneuver that took it under the near planetoid sized rock. The red and green lances of energy from ships weapons danced past the cockpit window as she pulled and shoved the control yoke of her little vessel, "WE GOT PIRATES!"She knew it had to be pirates, Imperials had Interdictor Cruisers and didn't need something as clumsy as an asteroid in a space lane to draw ships out of jump. "Enric which turret are you in? I need to know so I can keep that gun clear for you to shoot! WOOP!" she yelped as an old Pinook( swooped ahead of them and right past the nose of their ship. Seconds later a second and third whipped past and the ship shuddered and groaned as she took hits from another ship following them.Aramys checked the sensors and cursed a little more loudly, the ship following them was old, but could still cause a hefty amount of trouble for her. "Jeez where did they dig up that fossil?" she groaned "Enric! Talk to me for crying out loud, I got three Pinook bogeys swinging back around for another pass and what looks like a Mere-class Cruiser lining up to bust us up enough to.... SHIT! They're trying to lock a tractorbeam on us!"( and jerking the controls and throttles back and forth Aramys dived and dodged her ship in an attempt to avoid the cruiser and fighters at the same time. blazing streaks of light blinded her as they passed close enough she thought she could feel the heat of them through the glassteel of the cockpit. The thumps and jerks of laser blast hits only complicated things more as she twirled and flipped the poor yacht in every evasive maneuver she could think of. "Any time you wanna start shooting back Enric? Shields are down twenty...no make that thirty percent!" she said as they took another hit from the cruiser behind them. Shit. Pirates? Maybe one of the crazier Bounty hunters. Nah…they wouldn’t know that he was on this ship. Even the more observant people would’ve just assumed that he died. This…hopefully wasn’t his fault for a change.Enric cursed when his “captain” gave him instructions. Here he thought that he finally could have a day without everyone trying to kill him. Quickly he ran for the next cannon. The attackers weren’t so nice as to let him get ready before actually starting the fight. The ship rocked under the first hits, sending Enric stumbling.He just barely caught himself and swung behind the control. All the while the com yelled at him. How was he supposed to hit anything with that kind of distraction around. Enric casually threw a few switches and did his best to ignore the com, he had to concentrate.The way she whipped around the ship, it got really hard to line up a proper shot, but after a few turns Enric got better at predicting the movements of both his own ship and the enemy. Finally he got enemies rear in his sight. Enric smirked and let loose a barrage of laserbolt, turning the ship in a fiery ball of death.Breathing deeply he grabbed the com on again, only to grimace as he once again was yelled at.“Two Pinook, you mean. Took the port cannon…Squirrel headed off to the other direction…I have no idea what-“, an explosion interrupted him, confused he asked: “Did Squirrel just man the starboard cannon and take out a fighter?”Enric took a few potshots at a passing ship, a lot less fatal then when he was able to line up properly, but enough to put the heat on them. He took a deep breath and asked:“20%? Did you even try to evade? Also…a Cruiser? Those pirates don’t play fair. Ok…Power the engines and go for collision course, then evade last second and dive under it. If we’re lucky it’ll surprise them and we can target its weak spot, if not…they’ll…shoot us out of orbit.”Well…Enric already took down a star destroyer using nothing but a gungan and a blaster…this should be easy in comparison. "Good shootin'!" Aramys cheered as she dove the ship again and changed the speed to shake off the tractor beam once again. Whoever was at the controls of that thing was good and each time she evaded it was getting harder and harder to break the lock! "Hey what the frak?!? The little fuzz-tail must have done something, because I'm only showing the one fighter and the stanging cruiser on our tail!"Suddenly the ship began to shudder and rock as the cruiser's tractor beam locked on to it. "Gundark shite! Iwasevading you nerf brain! Whoever they are they're pros and they just snagged us so pow- "The comm system opened and a female voice came over it, "Attention the ship, power down your weapons, shields and drives and prepare to be boarded. If you resist you will be spaced so don't bother trying. Captain Scylla of the Krayt Dragon out..."("Get up here Enric, we need to greet our 'guests' when they arrive." she said over the intercom as she did as instructed, grumbling about her lousy luck since starting her first mission. Everything that could have gone wrong had and more, jeez the only decent thing was that at least Enric was pretty as a holovid star and a good cook, even though he was a bit weird sometimes. He could even be funny, but that wouldn't save them from being spaced if the pirates really wanted to take the ship from them. Aramys ducked into her cabin and buckled her gun belt around her slim hips and made sure the Merr-Sonn DD6 blaster was sitting loose in case she had to draw it. Touching her hand to an unassuming section of hull plate there was a faint click and it popped open. Nestled inside the small cavity was her new lightsaber, which she clipped to her belt as well."I've locked off the bridge hatch to our voices so when they come through the dorsal lock they'll have to come back to the lounge to say hello. I'll have a blaster there for you Enric, and burn a thruster under your ass. I don't want to face these guys on my own..."Scampering back to the lounge she flopped casually on the couch, but in such a way that she could easily draw her pistol and lay a bead on anyone coming from the companionway. Aramys waited nervously for Enric, and when she saw him tossed him a holster and belt with a DL-44 clipped into it. "You able to fire off one of those as well as you can your tongue pretty boy?" She asked with a playful smirk. …and there she was screaming again. One might have thought that she never was in that kind of situation. It kind of sucked the whole fun out of the ambush. He kinda wished she’d just ca…wait…what did she say?If she really evaded and she was as good as Enric himself … Those pirates had to be really good. In fact Enric would only know a handful of pilots that could have shredded their shields like this. Maybe… The voice in the com changed and broke Enrics train of thought.Shit! They were in deep trouble now. Enric swung up from behind the gun controls and checked his blaster. Wouldn’t be enough…not by a long shot, but it was better to be armed a little than getting shot in the face right away. Again, Siegrid came onto the com, he already knew what she’d say.“On my way”, he told her calmly.Then Enric started to run. He didn’t head for the lounge right away. Enric had to get to Squirrel first. The little guy was more than a little helpful in the last time, might get him out of trouble now as well.Enric found him jumping on the buttons of the disabled weapon and turned to Enric, arms and shoulder hanging for a moment before he finally hopped on the smugglers shoulders.Again Siegrid was nagging.“Keep the blaster in the holster. It’s a bad idea to point weapons at Scylla. She gets angry when people do this. Also her feet are ticklish. Don’t touch her there.”Finally he reached the lounge and caught the gun. He fastened the belt above his own, so it’d stay on the opposite side from his own weapon.“Yeah, I’d be able to kill…two maybe four till they shoot us to bits. Please keep your weapon down and let me talk to them first.” Aramys had flopped onto the couch in such a way that she could see right down the companionway. "Wait, you know her? How the-- Oh man do I have a bad feeling about this..."The top hatch hissed open and a bulky man with a blast vest leapt down and crouched with a heavy blaster in his hand. He moved forward and two more bruisers followed down before a woman landed behind them. The three men moved forward and the woman, whom I assumed was Captain Scylla, followed behind them with the grace of a gurcat. Keeping her hands away from her weapons Aramys smiled welcomingly at them like they were welcomed guests she'd invited to dinner. Behind the facade of cordiality her mind was probing and prodding at the boarders' minds gently, ready to caress them into acquiescence or punch through their minds forcefully if she had to."Welcome aboard the Wey Outtahere! Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Seigrid and this is Enric my First Mate."The three men moved to spread out in the lounge while the woman remained where she was. Very tall for a human woman, her statuesque figure and stunning features would be breathtaking in any encounter, but in a ship boarding with her crew around her and the blunt muzzle of a blaster peeking out from under her long heavy coat she's imposing. Her eyes examined Aramys like she was something that would make her some credits on the slave market before she let them drift around the cabin. 'Nice, very nice' she thought as she sized up the value of the ship. A smile touched her lips, but avoided her eyes like they were Rancors. She gave a deep and formal bow to Aramys then sneered when she caught sight of Enric."You're still alive, that's... surprising Enric dear. I would have thought someone would have killed you by now." Turning back to Aramys she tilted her head slightly, "My apologies, I am Captain Scylla of the Krayt Dragon.WEcan make this a very simple affair young lady, just provide us with any valuables you have and we'll be on our way. That does include this lovely ship of yours, but not to fear, We'll provide you with a nice escape pod so you don't have to breathe vacuum."Scylla looked at Enric with a hard stare, "You on the other hand will be given an EVA suit with all the comforts that one would provide." Enric shrugged at Siegrids question. It was faster than actually explaining the whole story…plus, with Siegrid also being a woman, it might end with both of them throwing him out the airlock. Instead he looked for what places to jump behind in case Scylla’d enter guns blazing again.“Yeah…you might want to buy take any additional insurances you can close last minute”, he told her while pondering at the bar.While Scyllas arrived, Enric did his best to look horrible busy with something that by some random chance put him with the back to the entrance. He let Siegrid handle the introduction she was clever enough to not…oh no she didn’t?“Why’d you tell her that it’s me?” He asked her desperately, ”You don’t point out the people that makes the pirate want shoot everyone.”Enric sighed and fully turned around. Scylla looked…as pissed off as ever, but at least she didn’t shoot him…she might actually be in a good mood today.“Well…you tried it. Five times. Seriously would you stop trying to hijack every ship I’m on just because you want to ask me for a date?” He asked, smiling right into her face. It was one of his most charming smiles.Rolling his eyes, he listened to Scylla’s offer. It was a bit disrespectful pulling the standard pirate crap while he was standing right there. She had to know that he wouldn’t accept such a ridiculous offer. Finally he moved right in front of her and responded:“We could take that offer, but you really don’t want that, believe me. This ship? The empires probably searching for it…we are fleeing into rebel controlled space right now. No fence would take that one for free. As for valuables…I think I…accidentally, might have drunk most of the value aboard this ship.”He shook his head to stress how little there is to gain here. Then he grabbed a wine from the bar and offered it to Scylla.“And threatening to space me isn’t that great an idea either. I might die we both know you don’t want that. What you want is making me miserable and believe me…she is way better at that than you are…can believe she just called me her ‘first mate’? Even puked on me. She insulted me 5 times within our first few minutes. Also you would make Squirrel an orphan. …but…fine…”Enric held out his palm for squirrel to jump into, holding it right in front of the pirate to force her to look into the critters big sad eyes.“Look him in the eyes and tell him you’ll kill his daddy!”

Star Wars_ Imperial Entanglements, The Gungan Slayer (Galanthor & Chi)

Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

The scorching sun beat down on the barren expanse of desert. Mostly everywhere was sand and dirt, with the only life for the most part being small mutated reptiles. Small abandoned towns and outposts were interspersed here and there, and it was next to one such small cluster of shacks and buildings that the peace of the desert was broken."Crap crapcrap!"Markus fumbled desperately with the autolaser rifle in his hands, trying to slot in a fresh powercell while hunkered down behind his damaged Dunerunner. Bullets continued striking the outer plating of the three-wheeled laboratory-rover on the other side, and Markus thought bitterly about how he was down to his last few powercellsentirelyon his own weapon, given their high scarcity, while traditional weaponry was still cheap and easy to keep going.Not daring to pop his head up, Markus raised his rifle over the top and blind-fired in the general direction of the incoming bullets. With the autoturret on the rover out of commission, he had nothing to cover him. There weren't supposed to be bandits out this far out from East Ravine! He had settled down in this areabecausethere was hardly anyone else, yet enough hidden salvage that only he could find. The worst that was supposed to be out here were mutant-dogs and shamblers, he could handle those! Not a team of bandits trying to kill him and steal the treasure-trove of supplies and tech in his rover!The bullets started to come from different directions then. They were spreading out. Flanking both sides. Markus chanced leaning around one side and blasting a few lasers in the direction of one of the flankers, but he knew he was a goner. Outnumbered and outgunned. All his prodigious technical intellect, and he couldn't get himself out of this one. He had let his guard down, and now it was over for him. The only thing that could save him at this point was a miracle... Just how far were these bastardsgoing?Amycouldn't help but pant a little under the hot sun; she'd been tracking this sect of Los Cráneos for over four and a half miles now in blistering heat, ever since she'd found their carrier a little ways off the road. It was a flimsy thing, maybe a pre-war school bus. It was made for carrying people, not protecting them, but then, the Cráneos never really cared about protection, and she had no doubt the 32 this thing carried weren't any different.She knew for a fact there had been 32; she pulled it out of the driver waiting alone with the carrier before she shot him.It was like they had come kitted out for war, and yet, as soon as they left the carrier, they split up. Their tracks were easy enough to follow; it was almost like they had wanted to be found. They'd split into groups of four. Three of those groups had meandered off into the desert. They were easy to take down- their armor was weak and their tactics were almost nonexistent- but the rest had started hiding their tracks and met back up into one large group a mile off, like the others were meant just to be a distraction. Amy was almost impressed that this clan of bandits had actually grown a strategy beyond shooting whatever they saw, and a little worried that they were trying so hard to hide something.It was that large group of twenty she'd been following since. They were good, but they'd been expecting to be hiding from some human. They hadn't expected her; no one ever expected her.Before the War, humanity got genetic engineering pretty well figured out. Officially, engineering human babies was illegal. Of course, if the result wasn't human, it wasn't really subject to that law. Not according to the courts, anyway. Thence came the Anthros: "The Pet that Talks Back." That's what her kind was meant to be; pets. Usually sex toys, and really popular for it, too. Sure it was expensive as all hell, but the humans loved that they could screw like metaphorical (or literal) bunnies and not pop out a single kid, and the Anthros, well... they were bred to fuck. Most of them loved every second of it.Yes, the Anthros made to be sex slaves were well known. Military engineering, though? Well, supersoldiers were crackpot stuff, weren't they?Amy smiled as she walked. At over seven foot tall and with a physique most people would kill for, maybe not so crackpot after all. But that wasn't what had kept her alive. Sure, she was engineered to be the superior soldier; bullet-resistant fur, high pain tolerance, beyond-human endurance, speed, and strength with a killer rack to boot, but none of that mattered if her enemy was focused. If they kept their heads and thought engagements through. A bullet could still kill her if it was high enough caliber and wormed its way past her fur, but when some canine anthro shows up playing hero?They laughed right up until they figured out she actually knew how to use that rifle.Gunshots. Dropping to all fours instinctually, Amy slinked forward with her eyes searching the ruins ahead of her; this used to be a town. She could see movement, and what looked to be an armored Dunerunner beyond. Probably a meetup gone bad; these pricks betrayed everyone they ever worked with at some point, and she wasn't about to let them get away with it this time.Rising to her feet, Amy broke into a sprint towards the battle. Sure, she probablyshouldgo for cover and take them out cautiously, but they were spreading out around the dunerunner so perfectly, and she couldn'twaitto see the look on their faces. Her assault rifle- a heavily modified M4 carbine- was in her right hand and ready, but that wasn't what she was opening up with. She pulled her sidearm from its holster at her hip with her left hand, and hefted it up. A sawed-off, 12 gauge shotgun loaded with Flash Thunder rounds. Her ears clung closer to her head and she shut her eyes tight, then fired.BOOM!The force of what she just unleashed slowed her to a walk. Would she ever find two more Flash Thunder shells in the wasteland? Probably not. Was it worth blowing her only hand-held flash-bang on this group?She dropped her sawed-off as she brought her M4 up into firing position. Her enemy was disoriented, dazed, a few were probably blinded permanently. They were shouting in confused spanish no one could hear over the ringing in their ears, all while they whirled around only to see her striding toward them, grinning from ear-to-ear ready to take them all on.Oh, it was worth it, all right.She opened fire in controlled bursts, wading through the battlefield. She smashed into their formation from the rear, and they started to disintegrate. The five guys in the back had no hope of resisting her; they couldn't stand up, much less stop her from putting a bullet in their heads. Around them, the Cráneos figured out what was happening and brought their rifles up, but she had already taken cover where their friends had been a second earlier.She fired and she hit, dropping men first on one side of her, then on the other. They were managing to hit her, sure, but it wasn't often enough to matter. Their bullets hurt and bruised when they hit, but none had managed to penetrate her fur. Seven, Eight, Nine men were dead, and hadn't even reloaded yet. Their bullets were starting to rip apart the sand-whipped, crumbling wall she was up against, but it didn't matter. She fired again and made the body count ten. That was when she noticed them start running.First it was just one, shouting in spanish and turning tail running away from her and the dunerunner. Then another, and one after that. Not on her watch, she wasn't letting any more of these bastards get away. She dashed after them; they didn't have much hope of outrunning a Rottie. She slowed once she'd closed the distance and aimed down her sights, then she heard shouting behind her.She turned and felt her stomach sink as she realized two things; in her jubilance she hadn't bothered keeping track of the bullets in her magazine, and that Cráneo- who she hadn't seen hiding in one of the bombed-out buildings- was holding what looked suspiciously like an anti-material rifle.Boom!A shot, and searing pain lanced through Amy's shoulder. Weakly, she brought her M4 up to fire back as she stumbled toward cover, only to hear it click. Fuck.Boom!Searing hot fire in her stomach as a second bullet ripped through her. Where the hell did they get an Anti-Material rifle?! She growled deeply in anger and pain and dropped her M4, going down onto all-fours and going into a loping run. Faintly behind her, she could hear a laser rifle being fired, but she didn't really care right now.Boom!A miss, aimed at where she'd been before she dropped. Her whole arm felt like it was on fire and every little movement was agony, every impact with the ground torture, but adrenaline was coursing through her veins now. She ran with the speed only an Anthro could muster, rushing his position.Boom!It was no use, she was inside his effective range now, darting between and over obstacles in the field. He dropped his rifle and reached for a pistol, but it was too late; she was on him.First her teeth tore into his arm, ripping out a huge chunk of flesh as she tackled him to the ground, straddling his waist as her knees pinned his hands to the ground. Her right arm was out of commission, but she balled her left into a fist and drove it into his face. Again and again, long after he stopped struggling, long after the blood rushing out of her mixed with the blood surging out of him, long after the edges of her vision began to go dark and her adrenaline surge faded.Slowly, shakily, she grabbed the man's pistol and stood, turning back toward the battlefield as she struggled to breathe, each breath coming in a ragged gasp. Through blurred vision, she thought she saw a form standing and tried to raise her newly found pistol, but found her arm wouldn't obey her. It twitched upward before she fell to her knees, muttering threats right up until she face-planted into the sand, and her world went black... The bandits were getting closer to circumventing Markus' limited cover, but he wasn't going to give up. It was becoming more and more inevitable that he wasn't going to survive this one, but he was going to do his damndest to make the bandits pay for every scrap of his salvage. He leaned out the front end of his Dunerunner and let loose a few shots from his autolaser rifle, then shimmied to the back end and leaned out that way to let out a few more shots. But even then, the bandits were just keeping him too well pinned-down. He couldn't stay still long enough to draw a bead on any of the bandits.Then he heard a loud booming sound echo through the ghost town.Markus flinched and thought they had thrown a grenade at him, but nothing hit his Dunerunner aside from more small arms fire. But then he realized something strange...the sounds of bullets pinging off the other side of his armored Dunerunner started lessening, and the shouts of the bandits suddenly got more frantic. Markus then leaned out the front end of his Dunerunner again, and this time, found that the bandits were...turning away from him? He caught glimpses of something flitting from building to building, behind the line of the bandits, taking them out. Too fast to be a shambler, too tall to be a mutant-dog. Had a speed-shredder found its way this far out too?Well, Markus wasn't going to let this chance go to waste, whatever it was, and took the chance to take a bead on one of the bandits. He pulled the trigger on his weapon and the rapidly-cycling laser drilled a hole in the bandit's head. More booming sounds of a different pitch echoed through the town again, this time sounding like a really big gun, but again, nothing was hitting his position. And the bandits were fleeing. Markus stood up and took aim at the bandits, and managed to hit several of the running ones, but missed at least two.Dangit. That's not good.Markus finally took the opportunity to dart from his cover towards the buildings to find out just what was going on. Probably stupid, given the circumstances, he should have just repaired his Dunerunner and made a run for it, but Markus was a curious person and had an intellect to match, but not much in the way of sense. He wanted to know justwhathad taken out the bandits. The gun-toting scientist carefully advanced, checking around each corner with a small hand-mirror before moving forward, until he finally saw a standing person among the bodies of the bandits. Not a speed-shredder.Markus moved out of cover, holding his rifle at the ready, and the figure whirled around, raising a pistol his direction. Markus' eyes widened as he saw the face of his 'rescuer'. AnAnthro!A live Anthro! Markus knew about Anthros from before the bombs dropped, six years ago, and knew that the Anthros had been typically traded as sex toys, though he'd never met one himself. What was an Anthro doing out here?More to the point, how had an Anthro torn apart all these bandits like nothing?Markus then realized said Anthro was severely injured, mostly by the fact that they then fell flat on their face. Well, Markus wasn't going to leave it at that. This Anthro just saved his life, and he'd be damned if he didn't try to return the favor. Markus ran back to his Dunerunner and opened up the cargo compartment, pulled out a medkit, and ran back over to the Anthro. He pushed them over onto their back (Oof! they were heavy!) and realized for the first time that the Anthro was female, by the rather significant swell of her chest under her combat vest. Markus noted two major injuries, one in her shoulder, and one in her side. He glanced over and saw the likely culprit--a dead bandit clutching an anti-material rifle. The armor must have deadened the bullets somewhat, but that alone couldn't account for why the Anthro wasn'tdeadalready...but that was no matter at the moment.Markus took two foam-sprayers out of his medkit. The first bottle he applied in both injuries was an anti-bacterial spray, and the second was a foaming blood-coagulant. He then followed it up with two bandages tied around the wounds. That should keep the Anthro from bleeding out until he could get her back to his home. "C'mon, don't die on me..." Markus muttered as he then ran back to his Dunerunner to check the damage. Fortunately it was minimal, just a severed power conduit to one of the wheels, and it was a simple jury-rig to reroute power. He then hopped in the Dunerunner and drove it back over to the side of the downed Anthro, where he then worked to try and pick her up and get her into the backseat. It was tough, with him being a scrawny guy and her being dead weight and built like a brick, but he eventually managed to get her into the seat with a minimum of agitation to her injuries. "Alright, stay with me, stay with me, keep breathing just until we can get home..." He muttered again as he drove off into the desert.*****Once back into the bunker that Markus had appropriated as his home, he enlisted the help of several of the robotic waldo-arms from around his lab to carefully lift the Anthro out of the Dunerunner more delicately than he had gotten her into it, and transferred her to a bed he could operate on. Markus then set about stripping off her vest and other accessories, in order to keep everything away from the wound while he worked. He was a prodigy, and knew a bit about surgery due to knowing how to install cybernetic implants. With surgical tools in hand, Markus then went about extracting every metal fragment he could get, then proceeded to stitch her back up...*****Markus leaned back, sighing and pulling off the bloody gloves from his hands. He had done the best he could to repair the damage and get the Rottweiler Anthro out of immediate danger. He had also managed to pull some of his lab equipment to distill a nutrient solution, which he then set up into a jury-rigged IV drip. Also with a cooked up makeshift heart-monitor, Markus examined the Anthro's current status. Her breathing was still very shallow, but her heart was still beating with good regularity. Which was a little suspicious. But in any case, Markus settled into keep a close monitor on her, as the next few hours would be critical. Markus also couldn't help noticing, now that his own heart was slowing down from all the excitement and he was really able to take stock of things...that the woman had a hell of a body, divested of most of her garments. Her biceps were twice as thick as his own scrawny arms, her abs were very well defined, and--Markus blushed a bit--she had one ratherimpressiverack. Markus shook his head, covered her up with a blanket, and willed himself to ignore all that. This was important, her life was at stake, he couldn't let himself be distracted by such things...However, Markus couldn't help but consider several things that he had learned about her. First was her exceptional physique in the first place, for an Anthro. Second was during surgery, he found her muscle density to be ridiculously above normal and rather hard to operate on. But the biggest tip-off was the simple fact that the antimaterial rifle didn'tcoreher. Markus had heard rumors. Allegedly, there was a program to develop 'Alphasoldiers', who had increased strength, endurance, reaction time, toughness, and healing rate, among other things. Now, Markus had to consider that maybe the rumors were true. Particularly as the hours wore on into a day, the Anthro seemed to be healing up exceptionally well. If she did have an increased healing rate, she'd likely beravenouslyhungry when she woke up.*****When the Anthro finally regained her senses, she would be able to take stock of her surroundings and situation. First, there was a lot of pressure on her sides and on one shoulder; she was heavily bandaged around the waist and shoulder, and her arm was in a sling. She was also wearing only undergarments, with a light blanket drawn over her body. A monitor was beeping softly next to her, and there was a needle in one of her arms that fed from a bag of clear fluid. All around her, she looked to be in some kind of laboratory, with esoteric machinery and cobbled-together technical equipment littering the room. There was a table next to her, which had all her normal clothes folded up on it--washed of blood and with holes sewn back up--along with most of her accessories, but not her main weapons, plus a plate of food rations.And, just beyond the table, was a man sitting in a chair. He was slumped down, with head against his chest, while he snored softly. A mop of black hair adorned his head, and a pair of rectangular glasses were set over his closed eyes. He had a round, boyish face, slightly smudged with oil, and he wore a long white labcoat, though it was slightly browned from extensive travelstains. He continued to snore. Amy groaned as consciousness returned. She was vaguely aware of pressure; her sides and shoulder were being pressed inward. Had she fallen on her side? Maybe...Her eyelids twitched as she began to awaken. She breathed deeply, taking in the smell of the desert sa-No... no, she wasn't in the desert anymore. This was far too sterile. She sniffed again; chemicals and grease, scents that stung her nostrils. There was something else... then it hit her.Food. She became keenly aware of just how hungry she was, more hungry than she'd been in a long time... it smelled so good, but she used every ounce of willpower to stop herself from jumping for it. She'd been moved, someone had power over her. Once she opened her eyes, she might well have to fight, so she drew in as much information as she could.Her ears perked; something quietly beeping beside her, maybe a heart monitor in pre-war style. Breathing nearby. Only one person, but he might have robot guards. Her right arm was restrained somehow, maybe in a sling? She pressed her left palm downward onto the bed below her. She wasn't on some table, so she was being well-cared-for... they definitely cared if she was alive. And then she noticed it; she wasn't in her fatigues anymore. Someone had stripped her while she was out. Thosesick fucks.Amy's eyes flew open, fury burning behind them as she sat up and looked down herself. She was in her standard-issue olive green bra and panties, but who knew if she'd been left in them, or some freak had stripped those off, taken advantage of her, and put them back on? Taped to her wrist was a sensor, a cord leading from it to the heart rate monitor beside her. She'd have to be careful; she would need to rip that off before she moved, but as soon as she did, it was going to make a lot of noise. She could see where she'd been patched up, and had an IV drip running to her right arm, feeding her clear liquid. She hoped that was saline, but she wasn't about to risk hope. Carefully, she pulled the IV out and then untied the sling her arm was in. Her arm was painful, but it would heal on its own. She might need use of it soon.The table next to her had her clothes on it, which was a relief, but all of her weapons were gone. The clothes rustled softly as she searched them; they were stitched up better than they'd been when she'd taken on the Cráneos, but there weren't even any magazines left in her pockets anymore; she really was completely without weapons.She looked around again; the room was cluttered with tech, extremely so, but the bed she was in was comfortable. Across from her was a chair, in which was a sleeping man who fit the egghead profile perfectly. He was kind of cute in a wimpy kind of way, maybe, but she was sure she could snap him like a toothpick. More importantly, he was standing between her and freedom. Considering everything she knew now, he was either here to keep her alive to be a prisoner, or he figured he'd found an anthro and was getting a free fuck toy. Either way, he was in for a nasty surprise.She flipped her legs over the edge of her bed and hopped off loudly, a loud "Thud" and a little shudder going through the room as her paws hit the ground. She ripped off the tape holding the heart rate sensor to her wrist, striding forward as menacingly as possible. The monitor let out an ominous, continual beep as her hands balled into fists, the anthro glaring dead into the man's eyes as she approached him."Where. Are. My. Weapons?" As the monitor stopped its steady beeping and instead let out a continuous beep after Amy took it off, the man in the chair started to stir. He looked up, blinking blearily--and found an angry Rottweiler face right in front of him, growling at him about weapons."Guh!" Markus startled and almost fell back in his chair as he looked up at the Anthro. "I--um--what..." He shook his head and got his bearings, then gulped and looked back at the Anthro. "Your...your weapons? I...um...I didn't have time to grab them when I was rushing you back here? But, uh, they should still be out there, we can go get them when you're..." He glanced down, apparently recognizing for the first time that she was up and out of the bed with her arm out of the sling. "...healed? Wow, you really did heal fast, and, um..." Markusalsothen seemed to realize that Amy was still only in her undergarments. His cheeks started turning red as he turned his head to the side, and pointed with a finger. "Uh by the way your clothes are all fixed up, over there on the table, maybe you'd like to get dressed?" He said in a small voice. "You...LEFTmy weapons there?! GRAH!: She let out a cry of frustration, clutching at her head, seemingly oblivious to her state of half-dress as she began to pace. "How long was I out? If it's only been a few hours, maybe there haven't been scavengers sent yet? ...no. No, with how bad I was hit, it has to have been longer than that.Damn it!"She turned and rested her good hand against a wall while she thought, her stubby tail twitching anxiously above her rump. Finally she sighed and turned back around, arms crossed under her breasts. "So what's the deal then? You go out, drag some stranger home... for what? What's your angle?" "You...you've been out for two d--" Markus tried to answer the raging Anthro in a small voice, but she kept on shouting and Markus fell quiet again. After that the Anthro went quiet and leaned against a wall, and Markus remained quiet, not wanting to set her off, until she turned to him and demanded what Markus' "deal" and his "angle" was."I...um..." Markus stammered at first, then found his voice again. "You--you saved mylifeout there! Those bandits had me dead to rights, and you just tore right through them! I couldn't leave you to die out there after you did that!" Markus said in a rising pitch, waving his arms a bit at the end while still sitting in his chair. "I stanched your wounds out there with biofoam, then brought you back here so I could operate on you, get the bullet fragments out of your body. I've been monitoring your condition ever since, hoping you'd make it through. A normal person wouldn't have made it." He finished at a more level tone. Amy looked sideways at the man; saving her out of pure gratitude? Did he really expect her to believe that? The world hadn't worked like that since the bombs dropped; it was everyone for themselves out there, that's just the way things were. Still, when she spoke next, it was less a furious shout and more curious resignation."So you were the dumb bastard who got caught by the Cráneos? Huh, didn't expect you'd survive that. So alright, sure, your benevolence knows no bounds. Now seriously, why did you save me? What are you trying to get out of this?" "I...um..." Markus looked down and fidgeted as she asked him what he wanted. Whatdidhe want? "Well, um...I honestly wasn't thinking of anything when I brought you here, but..." Now that he thought about it...he looked back up at Amy. "I...I guess maybe we could...team up? Stick together? I mean, I've got this bunker and all these supplies here!" He said, gesturing to the rest of the laboratory and workshop. "And you're such an amazing fighter! The mutants and bandits wouldn't give me trouble again if you stuck around. If you do, then I'll share everything I have with you. I've got hydroponics for food, a water pump from an underground well..." Markus explained. "A-and we can also still go out to where the fight was and pick up your weapons, there's a good chance they're still there..." Amy thought a moment, regarding the man in front of her. The offer was pretty good, even if she disregarded that the man probably saved her life by taking her and patching her up. Lord knows she'd spent enough time scrounging for food that it'd be a relief to live off something dependable. If only for a while."Was that so hard? A protection deal... smart. And I get an even take? Hm... fine. You've got yourself a bodyguard." A smile spread across her muzzle as she stuck her hand out towards the man. "Specialist Amy, US Army." Amy seemed about to continue, then stopped as she looked down, seeming to notice her state of dress again. "Ah fuck, lemme get some clothes on."With that, she turned back to the bed, bending down as she moved to put her pants back on. "And you, egghead? What's your name?" Markus brightened up as the Anthro thought it over, then agreed to working with him. "Great! That's great!" He said as she stuck out a hand for him to shake. "Amy, huh? That's a nice name. Nice to meet you." Markus said, reaching out to take her hand, but she then pulled back, realizing she was still only in her undergarments. "Ah, yeah, right." He blushed again and looked away.He then blinked and looked back towards her as she started getting her clothes on while she asked him his name. "Oh, right! My name is Markus." He replied, finally standing up from the chair he'd been sitting in the whole time. Once Amy was fully clothed again, Markus looked at her. "So, I'm guessing you want to head out and grab your weapons now? I'd normally like to observe you for a little longer, make sure you're staying stable and you're ready to travel, but...I think some of those bandits got away during the fight. We should hurry and grab that and salvage what we can if it's not already gone." Markus said. Amy nodded as she pulled her shirt and vest back on. "Sounds like a plan, Markus. They're probably gone, but there might be something left there. First, though..." She plopped back down on the bed, picking up the plate of food."I'm gonna have a religious experience with this food, and if I ever say that about a fucking salad again, I want you to smack me. Go grab me a weapon for the trip, wouldja?" Without waiting for a response, she started shoveling greens into her mouth. It wasn't meat, sure, but she was so rediculously hungry, she was glad to haveanything. Markus blinked as Amy sat down with the plate of vegetable food picked from his hydroponics setup. "Uhh..maybe?" He said in response to her comment about smacking her for the 'religious experience', then followed it up with "Oh! Right, weapons, coming right up." Markus made his way through the cluttered workshop, around tables and past closets, to his makeshift 'armory'. He took his autolaser rifle and a more mundane assault rifle out of his armory and made his way back to Amy.He approached her and held up both weapons. "Take your pick. I actually don't have much ammo--for either gun. I'm down to my last few charged powercells, still trying to work out a way to recharge them, and I never had much in the way of conventional ammunition to start with. But if all the bandit's weapons and ammo are right where we left them on their bodies, then that'll be a serious boost to our personal arsenal. And withyouaround, we'll be able to take on the dens of mutants sitting on stockpiles of supplies around here that I know about that I've never been able to get to in the last three years." Markus explained. Amy looked up from her food, a bit of red juice dripping from her muzzle as she set the other half of a tomato back down, looking carefully at the two weapons he held out, before she reached out to grab the assault rifle from him. She tilted it this way and that, looking the weapon over. "I don't like laser weapons. Half the time, bandits are high off something. I'll take a weapon where when I shoot someone, they know they're deadbeforethey stop moving."She nodded approvingly at the rifle in her hands. AR15, Colt make. It was single-shot, but that might be a good thing. She did have a tendency to waste bullets on full auto... this rifle was fairly basic, no customization, but she could live with it. She could certainly kill with it.She finished her inspection of the weapon by pulling the slide open and looking down the barrel. "No rust... no signs of wear... well lubricated... you take good care of your weapons." She looked up at him and offered what could be the first genuine smile he'd seen from her. "I like you. I think we're gonna get along just fine."Then she checked the safety and held the rifle out to him, turning her attention back to the food. "Get your runner ready, assuming it's running after you used it as a bullet sponge? I'm gonna finish eating here, be ready in two ticks." Markus shrugged as Amy took the assault rifle and explained her preference for it over laser weaponry. "Fair enough." He replied, and watched as she inspected the gun. "Yeah, I've got...a lot of time on my hands." He said at her comment about how well-maintained the rifle was. He accepted it back as she smiled at him--actually smiled at him!--and he blushed ever so slightly before quickly turning away.As she said, he headed through the workshop to the 'motor pool' where he kept several vehicles, including the Dunerunner. He went over its systems, more in-depth than he had since the fight, and found a few minor issues from all the bullet strikes that could use some quick fixing. He got his toolkits and started patching up what he could in a few minutes while Amy finished her meal. Once she did and followed his path, she would walk past many more robotic systems and other machinery, some of it looking like it could work, others looking to be in a state of disrepair.When she got to the motor pool, she'd find Markus working on the Dunerunner. It was an interesting vehicle, three-wheeled--two in the back, one up front--with an armored bubble canopy over the main body. There was a bigger large semi-truck looking vehicle as well, also with bolted-on armor plating, and over in the far corner, half-covered by a tarp--was that atank?! Amy walked toward the motor pool, taking in the sights as she went as a way to get her mind off the hunger still growling away in her stomach. She hadn't had enough, but she would make do.This place was a tinkerer's dream. The guy was definitely a grease monkey. Machines half-built that she could only guess the use of, all in various states of wear, and then the motor pool itself. He had the Dunerunner as a light transport, some sort of Semi with trailer for hauling bigger stuff, armored vehi-She stopped dead. Armored vehicle... that silhouette under the tarp looked familiar. A smile spreading on her face, she ran over and yanked off the tarp. She smiled wide until her cheeks started to hurt, and the sound that came out of her open mouth could only be described as a cackle; the sort you'd expect from a supervillain on one of those old shows after she'd just invented a death ray.That was an M1 Abrams in working order, with TUSK equipped. That was a fuckingtank. She hadn't seen one of these since her unit dissolved! Like a kid at Christmas, she rushed around to the other side to take it all in, then clambered on top of it, getting a good look at the turret on top, then inside the pilot's seat where finally her smile faded. Less than 100 bullets in the secondary gun, hardly any shells, and no fuel. Damn. Ah well, at least he wasn't dumb enough to try and use expired diesel.A little disappointed, she trudged over to the Dunerunner, leaning up against it as she watched him work. "So what were you getting up to with the Cráneos back at the town?" Markus looked up from his patching work when he heard the 'cackle' echo through the motor pool of the bunker. He glanced over and watched her as she got herself into the tank with an excited expression, but then left with a disappointed one. "Yeah, I've got almost nothing to actually run and supply that tank with.Andthe drivetrain's busted, I've not got around to fixing it yet." He explained as she walked over and asked him what he was doing with the bandits.Markus winced. "I wasn't--getting up to anything with them, I mean. I've been slowly working my way through every town within a hundred-mile radius of this bunker, picking every bit of supplies I can find. I was in that town, in a basement collecting some things, and when I left the basement, the shooting started. They must have been nearby and seen the dust trail my Dunerunner kicked up when I entered the town. I let my guard down...I wasn't expecting bandits out here. Part of the reason I settled in this bunker is the lack of other people to compete with, but..." Markus rubbed the back of his neck. "I've been starting to miss having someone to talk to. Also, I think some nomads and other settlers will be encroaching nearby within the year, I've been seeing some of the towns in the distance get re-occupied."Markus then packed up his toolkit. "Anyway! That's as good as I'm gonna get the Dunerunner for now, should be enough to get us out to that town and back. Hop in." Markus said as he raised the bubble canopy of the Dunerunner and got into the front driver's seat, leaving the back passenger's seat open for Amy. Markus then started up the vehicle, punched in a command on his wristcomp, and a large blast door started opening up. Markus drove on out, and as they left, Amy's sharp eyes could see a few hidden and camouflaged autoturrets tracking them around the rock formation the bunker was built into.As they started out over the desert, Markus spoke up. "Hey Amy, I...wanted to ask you something." He said. "You're an Anthro, but...you took a hit that should have killed you. You healed much faster than expected. And of course, you're ridiculously strong and fit. I...heard rumors, before the bombs dropped. Are you what they called an 'Alphasoldier'?" He asked. "You sure you weren't getting up to anything? I've been hunting the Cráneos for a long time. They weren't scavenging, that was a party with a mission. They were planning to meet someone, or ambush someone. We might find more than we expect when we get back there. Bodies or people." Amy climbed into the back seat, hunching over a little as the bubble closed behind her. As the Dunerunner roared to life, her eyes widened in realization. "We're making a stop after the town, about five miles East South-East of it. My Bike is by the road there. If they haven't gotten to it yet, it's in good condition and has some of my stuff."She fell silent as he asked about her, choosing to look at his autoturrets tracking them instead of at him. She studied their positioning, trying to figure out ways around their firing arcs. She never fully trusted automated systems. Michael-Alpha-One had been their comms expert. She'd seen him seize control of an enemy's systems, use an alarm to lure them out, then blow them to pieces in seconds with their own automated guns. It only took one good hacker, and that fox was damn good.She mulled Markus' question over. Strictly speaking, she was still property of the United States government, expected to survive and maintain a base of operations with communications until such a time as she was recalled into active duty. So long as she was US property, she was forbidden under charge of Treason to share classified information. Of course, her commanders were also expected not to withdraw support and leave good soldiers for dead. Fuck them and their secrets."Alpha-unit, but don't go getting too perked up over the name; Alpha stands for 'A,' and 'A' stands for 'Anthro.' Officially, we do not exist, and Amy is just a nickname my squadmates gave me. We kinda stared at our designations and tried to make something to call each other by that didn't make us sound like robots. My real name is Alpha-Michael-Niner."But yeah, we were supersoldiers, bred for our jobs. Some of us were made to be marksmen, some of us were bred to be crazy smart and jack enemy comms. I'm a GI, I'm bred to stop bullets." She chuckled. "Lucky me, right?" Markus nodded when Amy mentioned her bike. "Got it. We'll check it out after salvaging what we can from the town, if there's anything to be salvaged." Markus also of course didn't know the thoughts Amy had on his autoturret defense, nor her conundrum about telling him about what she really was. But he appreciated it all the same when she did. He also found it a little sad that Amy only had a 'designation', not a real name, and that Amy was only a nickname. "Ah, I...see." He responded. "Well, I'm happy to call you 'Amy'. And huh, I knew that Anthros were originally created to be..." Though Amy couldn't see it, Markus blushed, "...well, you know. Though I never actuallymetan Anthro. But I also wasn't sure if the rumors about some being created as supersoliders were true or not. I guess in hindsight it wasn't all that far-fetched considering Anthros existed as artificially designed life already."The Dunerunner sped on, its electric motors humming away comfortingly. Eventually, the town where the Cráneos had ambushed Markus came into view...but as they got closer, they could see tents set up, along with a few mutated but tame animals and carts around. "Nomads!" Markus said as they got closer. "That must have been who those 'Cráneos' were after like you said. Let's hope they're friendly..."Markus said as they pulled into town.There were a number of people in heavy cloaks to protect them from the sun milling around, and as the Dunerunner arrived towards the center of town, the nomads started surrounding the Dunerunner, pointing weapons at the vehicle. "Well, they're not shooting yet, so...that's a good sign..." Markus said as he brought the Dunerunner to a stop and popped the bubble canopy, holding up his hands as he stepped out of the vehicle."Peace! Peace! We mean you no harm." Markus said as guns were pointed at him. One particular cloaked man stepped forward."What are you doing here?" The apparent leader of the nomads asked."We're here to pick up some things. I'm sure you've found the bodies of the bandits who were here, uh...we were involved in the fight that killed them." Markus started explaining to the leader. But as Amy looked around at the people pointing guns at her, her eyes would fall on one in particular;One of the nomads was holdinghergun! Amy listened as Markus babbled, shaking her head. The dork was trying so hard to be nice, it was almost cute. Annoying, but cute. "S'pose not. Of course, I'm not a normal Anthro. I see you whip your dick out, you're losing it." Amy chuckled afterward, leaving him with a worrying question of whether or not she was joking.As the Dunerunner hummed its way toward the town, Amy leaned forward, her face near enough to Markus for him to feel her breath on his neck. "Hm... look's like Job's people. Been meaning to find them. Move slow when we get out, word is they're twitchy."As the Dunerunner stopped, Amy climbed out, AR15 in her hands but held at ease. She wasn't bothering with the whole hands up bit. This was all small-arms, it shouldn't be too big a deal unless... realization hit her and she looked toward the broken wall where the asshole with the Anti-Material rifle had been camped. The thing was gone, and she couldn't see any sign of it. Maybe it was in storage as they tried to find bullets and tools to repair it... or maybe...She scanned rooftops and windows, instinctively bending her knees a little as she dropped into a more ready stance. She couldn't see a sniper, but that didn't mean one wasn't there... and if she couldn't even tell where it was, it would tear her apart before she could get to it.She looked back over to Markus as he talked with a leader of the nomads. Was that Job? Maybe, maybe a lieutenant. Either way, she'd leave the talking to the dork. Bad things tended to happen when she tried diplomacy. If she botched this, she may very well need stitched up again. She was going to tread care-Wait. That woman. That gun. That washerM4, right down to the custom camo and hash-marks she used to mark the number of hulkers she'd killed! She scanned the crowd and saw her sawed-off, too. These fuckers were threatening her with herownguns?!Amy cut into the conversation. "Hey! HEY!" She pointed her left hand at the woman holder her M4. "That's MY gun, girl. That too." She pointed to the man holding her sawed-off. Amy was suddenly keenly aware that most of the guns in the area were trained on her, but she didn't care. She'd be damned if she was going to let these bastards waltz off with her weapons after she'd saved their asses. Accidentally? Sure, but it was the result that counts, right?"These bodies weremykills. They were sitting here to ambush some unlucky bastards- guessin' that's you- and got blown to shit whenIambushedthem. Woulda looted them after, but that Anti-Mat knocked me down a peg and I had to retreat. I don't give a damn about most of their stuff, but howsabout you hand over the gun, eh pumpkin? That's Government property." When Amy made her half-jesting threat to Markus about treating her like a 'normal' Anthro, he sputtered and stammered. "I wouldn't--I'd never..." Then fell silent with his cheeks burning red the rest of the way until they got into town.Once he was out of the Dunerunner and conversing with the nomad, he flinched when Amy suddenly cut in from behind him, causing all the nomads to fractionally raise their weapons her way. "An Anthro took down the Cráneos? No way." One nomad muttered. "Government property? Feh, there ain't no governments left anymore." Another nomad spat. Markus' eyes flitted between Amy and the nomads frantically as he tried to think of a way to defuse the situation."W-wait! Water!" Markus blurted out. "I can offer you some water!" He said to the nomads. "I have...access to a source." The nomads then lowered their weapons a little and muttered between them. The man Markus had been listening to turned and walked away. There was an awkward pause for several long moments before the man returned, with another nomad. This one was carrying a hunting rifle and carried himself with an air of importance."I'm Job." The man said as he looked at Amy and Markus. "Hansen tell me you're looking to trade some water for weapons?""Uh...yes, that's right." Markus nodded. He pointed out the same two weapons Amy had. "Those two weapons, plus all the ammo for them, for...say...three gallons of water?" Markus offered."Five." Job counteroffered in a firm voice.Markus winced and meekly said "Okay." When then probably pointed out something of a problem to Amy with letting him handle the negotiations; Markus didn't seem to have much in the way of confidence for haggling, and didn't seem to think of even bargaining for other supplies besides the weapons she wanted.

Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & jd97)

Spirits in Steel

14:00 hours, The Pelican - HOLY Stealth TransportThe Pelican, as named by Captain Yuri Sarkov, was a large transport plane. Bright white in color, with glowing blue strips along it, supposedly for the experimental engine on it. This was a ship using Module Technology for all purposes, and it was being used as a facility to train new members of HOLY. It had three floors to it, with the middlemost being the personal quarters, and small cafeteria, as the upper layer remained the command tower, and the lower layer held the massive hanger the ship stored its modules in. It was extremely impressive by any standpoint, if... somewhat understaffed. Yuri's own hopes for it might well be ambiguous.The man, himself, would find himself in his usual fortune. Not only was his new ship an air transport, rather than the standard submarine any other person of his rank would work from. Not only were his new recruits almost completely inept at Module piloting. Not only was he standing at the bridge of his small ship with only the pilot and his superior, receiving what would likely be the annoying briefing he'd ever had the displeasure to stand through. No, all that would have been perfectly acceptable, if there hadn't been a flash of mega particles large and bright enough to be seen from the Sea of Japan.Spoiler: Yuri Hide Lt Cdr Amatore has actually been much more accommodating than Yuri had expected. While out with her men from the Hibashira, she'd been extremely strict, but once they were alone, she seemed more annoyed than problematic. During the briefing, the massive particle light had nearly knocked them both over the shock wave of it hitting the ground. It appeared to have originated from above the clouds, close to the HOLY base in Okinawa. Due to the threat, Amatore ordered Yuri to make use of the supersonic engines, and get to that location. She would then move to the hanger, taking her own aerial transport to return to the Sea of Japan. She'd leave the briefing of the situation to Yuri. As part of the move towards this ship, the Special Operations Bureau placed Yuri as Gebo 2, second in command of all Special Operations, only reporting under Amatore herself. Spoiler: Felicia Hide After making her case to HOLY, Lt Cdr Amatore agreed to Felicia's request. Explaining that they would be moving to a training team, the pair, along with a small squad of HOLY's marines used a transport to meet with The Pelican. After a brief introduction, Felicia was told to mingle by the woman, as she went to have a private conversation with the Captain of the advanced ship. She's been given the rank of Private, and the assignment of the Hagoromo Zero. Spoiler: Malika & Akira Hide Part of Yuri's starting crew, Malika and Akira have both been serving with the man for two weeks now. The ship was extremely strange in just how comfortable it was. Not like the military ships they'd been on before at all. Yuri's reputation of being a jinx was known, but they'd yet to see much different from any of their other commanders. As part of The Pelican's crew they were assigned to HOLY's special operations, using ranks Gebo 6 and 5 respectively for Malika and Akira. Akira's skills moved him a step higher, receiving the rank of Corporal and the Hagoromo Plus. Malika, on the other hand was promoted to Private, First Class, in addition to being given a specialized Geist for her use. After Amatore boarded their ship, she would introduce Felicia as a junior pilot to be added to the roster. Spoiler: Saki Hide Saki would find herself in a rough spot. After her successful collection of the Jinketsu, she was rushing to the surface of the hidden cycle, the elevator appearing too pierce right through the earth, and granting Saki sight over everything that had happened. Apparently a massive wave of energy had attempted to drive down right into the lake, but some kind of defenses protected the facility from direct impact. It still affected the area, of course. Taiki was sprawled along the ground, trying to pick himself up as he looked up, and then back to the lake, darting towards it. The interface of the Jinketsu would light up with warnings, as a silvery looking Module crashed into the barrier from across the lake. A single red eye glowing from its head, as a knife appeared, slowly wedging the field apart enough to get inside. "Majienar, Fralian unit at 180 degree. Jinketsu armament is damaged. Rerouting power, opening energy receptors. Majienar, Jinketsu is now combat ready. Falian unit appears to be bypassing the tertiary defensive field. Destroy it with great prejudice." OOC Thread Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---As the Jinketsu burst through the surface of the Earth, Saki would cry out in surprise."Yaaah...!"The force of the sudden stoppage would catch her offguard, and she'd stumble forward in the cockpit, the Jinketsu doing much the same. As she'd straighten, taking in the scene, Saki would grin, eyes shining."This is... this is so cool...! I can blow that up with extreme prejudice, you got it~"And she'd raise her right arm to shoot, the Jinketsu doing the same, before frowning a bit, glaring at the target."Uh... weapons? What weapons does the Deathbot have?"But that had apparently been enough, as two eye beams of death and destruction would pierce the air between them in super heroic fashion, heading right for the mech she'd been glaring at, while a huge missile would suddenly fly from the Jinketsu's arm."Uh... whoops?"Spoiler: Actions Hide The Jinketsu moves forward 1 hex (Saki stumbled forward). Saki fires the Eye Beams at the Fralian unit with extreme prejudice! (1d10+11)[13] (forgot +1 from WA) Saki fires the Heavy Missile at the Fralian unit with mild prejudice! (1d10+10)[16] Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"In a fairly spacious meeting room, largely dominated by a single, round table, Yuri Sarkov stood apart from it.The massive commander of the Gebo Squad shifted slightly in place as he looked over the team. His scowl only deepened, accentuating the stark lines of his face. His long coat and heavy piloting armor made surprisingly little sound as he moved, perhaps muffled for better stealth performance. His officer's cap was worn just high enough for his grey eyes to be seen.As he speaks, his Russian accent is impossible to miss, though his enunciation is good enough to prevent any misunderstanding."....Greetings, Gebo Squad. I am your new commander. You shall address me as Captain Sarkov, or Gebo 2 when engaged in combat. When in combat, your responsibilities are to follow orders, without question. Mine are to get all of you out of combat alive, and, if possible, extract myself as well. At present, we are approaching the site of a large emission of mega particles. The cause is presently unknown. However, it is possible that this indicates a new Heroic Module. If so, our task is to prevent it from falling into irresponsible hands. The task may be beyond your training. However, we are the only HOLY operatives in this area, so it falls upon us to investigate. I will not permit failure. ...Since we are not presently in combat, I will now field questions." A pair of violet beams flew from the Jinketsu's eyes as the strange module whipped its body around, as the beams dug through the armor, tearing at the head and torso, leaving warped metal, as the massive rocket launched. The module evaded the blunt impact, as the explosion engulfed the entire area, Stopping a bit short of the Jinketsu itself. However, this strange module would not seem deterred, as flipped back to its feet, and suddenly started racing forward. Apparently using some kind of wheels or treading to move. And it was fast... light, fast, and apparently able to be somewhat survivable, despite having three chunks missing from the head, body, and left leg.A hand would rise, as the arm opened up a chamber to reveal a contained rifle, firing at the Jinketsu. Saki wasn't able to react in time, she was still too new at this. Her arms came up as a reaction, as the shell flew through the Jinketsu's right arm. The impact itself wasn't much, but Saki's poor control allowed a rather critical blow to be made towards the Jinketsu's interior.Spoiler: Map Update Hide Jinketsu (5/6) Right Arm SP (7/12) Right Arm Kills Corporal Tachibana Akira, ProdigyPilot of DM-1PKnew what had happened almost as soon as it had occurred, his face pressed to the closest viewing port he could find so that he could observe the discharge for himself. It was a relic of his former life as the knowledge he had earned in school rattled around in his mind, and would have fascinated him without end had he still been a civilian. Unfortunately, his wonder was quickly shoved aside as his mind began to race once more, this time with the implications as to what could have caused such a thing. It was a matter of protocol what would happen next, and because of that Akira quickly made his way out of the room to the meeting room.--He had arrived moments before their commander, standing at attention with his hair tied behind his back into a pony tail as he listed to the man speak. Akira was hardly as imposing or intimidating as the man before him, standing at a simple 5'2" and with a fairly petite figure it was hard to imagine at all that he was a soldier. The Russian Accent was a tad off putting but Akira knew better than to question it. HOLY Was an independent operator, so it wasn't overly surprising that they would pick up a few ruskies along the way. His face was stoic as he listened to the Captain give his speech -- get them out alive, that was something of a joke in his mind as the reputation of their commander had far preceded him. Hardly anyone seemed to get out of service beneath that man 'alive', though Akira did have the notion of being the first to prove him wrong.There was only one question that Akira could think up, and he didn't hesitate to ask it."Sir, with a particle emission of that size...what is our course of action if the source of it is a Heroic Module and it proves to be...less than friendly? Do we move to contain and capture, or simply kill?"Whatever it was that had released those emissions was clearly capable of exerting an extreme amount of power, and that made it inherently dangerous. While Akira did not know what they were dealing with exactly, he was more than aware of what kind of damage that kind of energy could do if it was put toward more sinister purposes. The fact that it had nearly tipped their transport at such a distance was cause enough to be worried about what it might do if they got close enough. Originally Posted by XKuroganeX Spoiler Hide Corporal Tachibana Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1P Knew what had happened almost as soon as it had occurred, his face pressed to the closest viewing port he could find so that he could observe the discharge for himself. It was a relic of his former life as the knowledge he had earned in school rattled around in his mind, and would have fascinated him without end had he still been a civilian. Unfortunately, his wonder was quickly shoved aside as his mind began to race once more, this time with the implications as to what could have caused such a thing. It was a matter of protocol what would happen next, and because of that Akira quickly made his way out of the room to the meeting room. -- He had arrived moments before their commander, standing at attention with his hair tied behind his back into a pony tail as he listed to the man speak. Akira was hardly as imposing or intimidating as the man before him, standing at a simple 5'2" and with a fairly petite figure it was hard to imagine at all that he was a soldier. The Russian Accent was a tad off putting but Akira knew better than to question it. HOLY Was an independent operator, so it wasn't overly surprising that they would pick up a few ruskies along the way. His face was stoic as he listened to the Captain give his speech -- get them out alive, that was something of a joke in his mind as the reputation of their commander had far preceded him. Hardly anyone seemed to get out of service beneath that man 'alive', though Akira did have the notion of being the first to prove him wrong. There was only one question that Akira could think up, and he didn't hesitate to ask it. "Sir, with a particle emission of that size...what is our course of action if the source of it is a Heroic Module and it proves to be...less than friendly? Do we move to contain and capture, or simply kill?" Whatever it was that had released those emissions was clearly capable of exerting an extreme amount of power, and that made it inherently dangerous. While Akira did not know what they were dealing with exactly, he was more than aware of what kind of damage that kind of energy could do if it was put toward more sinister purposes. The fact that it had nearly tipped their transport at such a distance was cause enough to be worried about what it might do if they got close enough. Sarkov glanced at Akira, and the room seemed to darken."...A wise question, Corporal. If we cannot communicate, or otherwise must combat a hostile Heroic Module, then we move to kill. We have neither the precision equipment nor the manpower required to safely attempt a capture. As such, our focus would be on preventing the equipment from falling into the wrong hands." Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Woah."Saki's eyes would widen in surprise as the huge missile made a suitably huge explosion... The subsequent movement and attack by the Fralian mecha didn't even shake Saki, the shot hitting the still raised right arm without any reaction at all from the startled girl."So... so strong...! But... better not fire one of those again or Taiki might get hurt..."The girl would lower the raised right arm, thinking of the boy in the water some ways behind her. A small screen had popped up, showing her the damage the Jinketsu had suffered, which conveniently displayed her available weapon systems. But of course, she was too busy for that right now! As Saki moved the Jinketsu forward, she'd glare once again at the damaged Fralian mecha, the eye beams firing twice...Spoiler: Actions Hide Saki fires the Jinketsu eye beams twice at the Fralian. First shot: (1d10+13)[22] Second shot: (1d10+13)[18] Felicia West, Aristocratic ExilePilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero"Felicia West leans forward in her seat, resting her hand on her helmet as she digests this information."Mm... so assuming that it is a Heroic Module, do we know anything about what its capabilities could be?"She glances out the window again, even though it was the wrong angle and distance to see anything of note. Despite being a member of HALO, she was still quite new at the whole mecha piloting business, and often worried about how well she would do in an actual combat situation. Of course, if the particle emission was a Heroic Module, this would be an opportunity to test that out. Sarkov turned to Felicia, and spread his hands.To date, Heroic Modules have tended to be large, unwieldy, but extremely powerful machines. Assault Modules will likely have a maneuverability advantage, and a firepower and armor disadvantage. Beyond that, there is no intelligence that we have been provided, aside from the strength of the mega particle emission that we are tracking. The Pelicanwould find itself screaming with alarm, as it rushed through the skies. The command structure would turn red, as the comms lit up with the navigational officer's voice."Attention, Captain Sarkov. The HALO is picking up three unknown module present directly ahead of us. They are clearly normal modules, but they don't fit the criteria of Japanese build. They seem to be a new type, and... they are flying, sir. Though they can't match our speed, they seem to by flying towards the incident as well. DSS seems to be holding, we haven't been detected yet."Saki, meanwhile, would find herself amused. The beams would fly, as they simply cut the center of the weird module to shreds, causing a weird blue colored explosion as it was destroyed. However, this was far from over, as Saki would turn her head, seeing three more figures simply dropping from the sky. The barrier was clearly down now...Spoiler: Map Update Hide Sarkov listened intently, and then nodded, activating the intercom built into the meeting table."In that case, hold to our present course. Inform me of any indication that these craft have noticed us. Collect as much data as possible without compromising stealth or speed, and provide Private Ayda with all readouts concerning the unknown craft."He glanced at the silent final member of the Gebo Squad, as he shut the intercom back off."You were not brought aboard for your piloting skills, Ayda,"he growled,"so I expect full support. Reports as soon as possible. Once all useful information has been extracted, move to your Module."His gaze then swept around the room."The rest of us will move to our Modules immediately, to be prepared to scramble at first indication of hostile intent. Gebo Squad, move out." Felicia WestPilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero""On it!"Felicia stands up from her chair and moves briskly toward the hangar. She stares up at her Assault Module with a faint smile. Even after seeing it before, the impressive figure of metal never ceased to awe her. Slipping her helmet onto her head, she hops into the open cockpit."Powerplant...online,"Felicia murmurs to herself, running through the prelaunch checklists."Thrusters online. Servos online. Weapons online. DSS online. EWS online. All systems green. Hagoromo Zero is ready for duty."Confident in her ability to get into the air at a moment's notice, the English girl leans back in her seat and grins, flipping on her stereo system to a (relatively) soft volume to speak to the rest of Gebo Squad in a chipper voice."So how is everyone today?" Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---Saki would laugh a bit as the module exploded, but as she saw the other three drop down, her amusement would quickly fade, her eyes running through that little pop-up screen from before."Hey now, three on one? That's not very fair.She'd grin, raising the left arm of the Jinketsu this time as loud bangs would fill the air, the Impact Cannon coming to life as it fired at the rightmost target...Spoiler: Actions Hide Saki fires the Impact Cannon at Fralian (2) x2. (1d10+11)[14] (1d10+11)[12] The flying modules wouldn't seem to divert course, even as The Pelican passed them, if only briefly. They could see it now. A Heroic Module at the center of it of course. A massive titan, casually fighting three strange looking modules. All except the far one seeming to resemble the ones they had only just passed.Meanwhile, the Jinketsu wouldn't even shudder as the massive auto cannon tore into the smaller module. Massive shells bashing into it, as it was sent flying backwards and onto its back, before exploding into a bright yellow cloud, as its powerplant was utterly destroyed. Despite this rather gruesome destruction, it wouldn't seem to deter either of its companions. One of the modules closed in, right to the Jinketsu's front, as its hand morphed into that of a drill, buzzing around loudly. It clearly wanted the torso, but Saki's reaction placed her left arm between the drill and the Jinketsu's main body, almost completely absorbing the impact, so much that the little module reformed its hand to dig the drill out and return to a normal hand.The more heavily armed and amored machine would raise its primary weapon as it closed, a large cannon, leveling it on the Heroic Module as it fired, a massive shell leaving the railgun, only for the Jinketsu to duck, as Saki made the motion herself, an explosion resounding in the far end of the lake behind her. Left Arm SP(11/12) Left Arm Kills(5/6) Right Arm SP(7/12) Right Arm Kills(8/10) Impact Cannon Clip Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"Yuri remained in the cockpit, waiting for the tactical readout. However, as he took in the scene below, he found, rather suddenly, that he did not need it. He stared down at the image of the large module engaging the unknown Heroic, and his eyes hardened. He turned on his speakers."....Gebo Squad, the forces engaging the unknown Heroic Module are confirmed terrorist units. We will engage in defense of the Heroic Module, and recover it after driving off these vultures. Provide support fire, and stay away from the large unit. It is highly dangerous in melee, and well-armored; I shall handle it. Pelican, take us in."With that, Yuri returned to silence, until the maximum safe paradrop altitude had been reached. Then, with a groan of metal and a whir of engines, the Gebo 3 Type Geist stood, and walked for the steadily-opening hangar door."Gebo Squad, launch."With that, the Gebo 3 Type simply...fell off the edge, spinning in midair, cloaking making it seem like a simple blur in the air, until it reached the earth, smashing into it with a titanic crash. Still hard to make out, Gebo 3 stood from a 3-point crouch, and Yuri spoke over his loudspeakers."Pilot of Unknown Module, this is U.N. Task Force Zeta. We shall assist you in driving off these units." Corporal Tachibana Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1PAkira had his doubts on the viability of not considering the heroic module as a threat to their safety considering the fiasco they were witnessing, but at the same time Akira had relative confidence in the judgment of his superior officer and in the end it wasn't exactly up to him how things went, anyways. While he didn't see the wisdom in being forced to engage in the distance, Akira knew that his Hagoromo Plus was still more than capable at fighting at a distance as it equipped the Hachiman."Tachibana Akira, DM-1P, ikimasu." With that his Hagoromo Plus dropped from the Pelican, the more aerodynamic module having a far more graceful descent than the Geist would have, the machine eventually touching down. Akira took a breath as he surveyed the situation carefully while he immediately assumed a more supportive posture a distance away from Gebo 3 and the terrorists, ready to engage them at the distance with the Hachiman as he focused in on basically the target that he would have the clearest shot on. Felicia WestPilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero""Acknowledged!"With a slight push, the sleek module known as Hagoromo Zero dropped from thePelican, Felicia holding onto the controls tightly. She maneuvered herself down, drawing the enormous nodachi as she fell, the module's hands holding it in a familiar stance.Firing the thrusters on her module, Felicia landed directly behind the module engaged in melee combat with the enormous Heroic Module."Surprise~"she murmurs to herself. Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---That autocannon sure was amazing. It completely chewed through that guy! Saki would grin as she ducked the incoming weapon fire from the back Module, leaving only the forearm of the Jinketsu mildly scratched from that drill thing."Don't you think you're just a little too close?"She'd take a single step closer to the Fralian unit in melee with her, the Jinketsu responding in kind, as Saki would draw the Shinzui in the right hand of the Jinketsu, slashing at the Fralian twice.As she attacked, she'd take a quick glance up as new contacts appeared on radar? HOLY? ...Crap. Uh... well, it wasn't like she couldhidesomething like this... Better just... pretend it wasn't her...Spoiler: Actions Hide Saki draws the Shinzui in Jinketsu's right hand, and attacks Fralian (2) twice. (1d10+11)[14] (1d10+11)[14] A brilliant flash of violet light, as the massive torrent of energy erupted from Jinketsu's hand, before quickly slashing downwards. Hand held beam weapons were still difficult for an assault module, but the Jinketsu made it look so easy, a a purely self contained beam of violet light, not a hilt in sight, seeming to be projected from the hand itself. This blade would tear through the Fralian in a single movement, as the Gebo Squad descended upon the battlefield. All that seemed to remain was the strange module, already moving to the south, as its massive cannon took aim on the Jinketsu. However, Saki's piloting skills were clearly improving, narrowly evading that round as well.To the north, the remaining two modules that had been seen before were closing, high in the sky as they neared the action. aser ewfoawerawer * post roll count doesn't match database Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"Yuri's grip on the controls tightened as the larger foe rushed away, notably faster than the Geist could keep up with."Zero, Plus, remain away from that machine's firing arc. Handle the incoming foes to the north."With that, Yuri began to advance, the Geist drawing one of the pistols at its side, and delivering two precise shots at weak-looking points in the larger foe's armor. In addition, the grand machine drew a large sword from its side, the blade's edge beginning to whir....Spoiler Hide Move 2 hexes south as a free action. Draw Heavy Beam Pistol and Reise Schneider. Fire on Fralian II, MV penalty included. Willing to spend 1 Luck to turn either a 9 into a crit, or a 1 into a not-crit-fail. Attack 1 - (1d10+14)[15] Attack 2 - (1d10+14)[18] Corporal Tachibana Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1P"Yare yare...."The exasperated voice of Akira sounded off, the male giving a sigh as his Hagoromo glanced upwards at the enemies."Looks like engaging at range isn't going to be an option this time...Sorry boss."He found himself thinking as he deftly manipulated the controls, changing his stance toward a more melee oriented posture....He always thought fighting at range a bit tactless, anyways.The Hagoromo Plus would ascend at speed as Akira assumed a stance similar to one that someone would take if they were charging into battle with a Katana, the Module's thrusters kicking into overdrive as he charges straight for the enemy in his line of sight. The boss wanted him to leave the big guy to him, so Akira would have to settle for these guys."Waga Hachiman ni tatenu mono nashi!"He would shout just before committing to the attack, giving a resounding"CHESTO!"As he brought the Hachiman to bear upon the enemy.Spoiler Hide Charging Frailan 5 with Hachiman Melee (1d10+9)[10] Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Gotcha."Saki would smile in satisfaction as the Jinketsu cleaved the Fralian in twain, before she yelped a bit in surprise, ducking as the massive shell flew where the Jinketsu's head had once been."You want to go boom too, huh?"Saki would rush the Jinketsu forward, oblivious to the Gebo squad's plan.The massive module would run across the lakeside, Saki grinning all the while as the big machine cleared the ground in only several steps."Here... we go!"The Jinketsu's legs would suddenly lower, the girl feinting a quick slash with the Shinzui before the Jinketsu would suddenly leap."Saki-chan KICK!"And it'd go horizontal as she'd attempt to drop kick the Fralian II with the Jinketsu...Spoiler: Actions Hide Jinketsu moves 4 hexes towards the Fralian II. Saki performs the Saki-chan Kick on Fralian II (Drop). (1d10+9)[16] Felicia WestPilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero""Got it!"Felicia turned her sleek mecha away from the Heroic module and glanced down at the sensor information about the two flying enemies. She began to run some calculations in her head, noting the lead pilot's trajectory and distance. With no warning, she launched her own Zero into a dead run on an intercept course, engaging the thrusters and the boosters simultaneously to leap up next to the enemy right as it passed by her.Her blade flashed out of its sheathe, an arc of razor-sharp four-ton metal directed against the enemy's head.Spoiler Hide Melee attacks let you choose a body location, so I'm picking head. Attack Roll: (1d10+5)[13] Damage: 16 Kills (12 base + 4 charge attack) Spoiler Hide Morc, in the house rules I disabled the ability for melee to get free called shots. Amusingly enough, you rolled a Head on your target list. Kuro, maybe these guys aren't evil! Maybe they are Capitalists~ Sucrose, you forgot that your MP pool was high enough to grant a free action. I'll move you closer to the action. Yuri would close, as his beam spray hit the arm of the heavily armored Fralian unit. However, little effect would be shown. It was actually the Jinketsu that revealed the machine wasn't quite as tough as it thought. Charging for a massive kick, the powerful Module's weight and momentum crashed into the Fralian, sending it flying backwards and into the ground, a clear cavity in the center of it. Still, it wasn't yet gone, if clearly stunned for a moment.The Hagoromo's would swiftly charge their enemies, as the Zero slashed right through its enemy's head, decapitating the Module. In unison, and with much bravado, the Plus would dash towards the other enemy, the Hachiman slowing as it dug into the torso, before slicing clean through, tearing the Fralian into two pieces, falling helplessly to the Earth. The remaining flying type moved to return the favor, drawing a dagger, but without its sensors, it seemed to have suffered accuracy, easily missing the Zero.PFC Jane Smith would find herself stalking a strange black Module that was seeming to be somewhat casually skating down the high speed road. Wheels clearly upon the feet of the unit, it didn't seem to notice a pursuit, moving at a steady pace. As the signs of battle became clear, however, it would suddenly jerk forward, moving quite quickly, and taking off into the grass. They would get quite close, before the unit simply stopped up ahead. Jane would get a chance to activate the hidden module on the truck she was driving, as five strange new modules burst from all around the signs of combat, clearly having been burrowing underground, but sprawling out, resembling tanks. Still, the black module, the strange ones in the sky, the heavily armored one... they all looked to be of a similar set. Though this newest one was clearly some kind of upgraded type. The back of the lorry vanished as the tarp was turned into a cape for Jane's Module. Swinging her Module's arm up she presses the button on the joystick, firing its main weapon twice at one of the tanks as she radios to her allies,"Private First Class Jane Smith Reporting for duty."Spoiler Hide Fire the INFINITE BURST twice at Fralin 4, yes the mech is wearing a cape. (1d10+10)[19] (1d10+10)[11] Yuri blinked, then gritted his teeth as several new units came up on radar.An ambush....just like them. But how did they know that this Module would surface here? Why didn't they take it?He shook his head. Regardless of reason, they were here, now. And that meant that strategy would have to shift."Good work, Hagoromos. Dispatch the last flier, and then attack the foe to the Northeast. Work together, and bring it down. We do not want them picking us off, so it will be necessary to keep pressure upon them, but try to minimize contact with enemies that you are not attacking. Gebo 6, keep away from the enemy forces until I arrive. These machines are good. They are not invincible." With that, the Russian bear continued his advance, firing on the injured Fralian as he moved abreast of the Heroic Module.Spoiler Hide Fire twice on Fralian II, then move 2S, turn to the SW, and move 1 to arrive 1N of Jinketsu. Continuing to keep Reise Schneider prepared for defense. No longer willing to spend Luck at present. Attack 1 - (1d10+14)[24] Attack 2 - (1d10+14)[15] Sir yes sir,she radioed back, as she directed her module to stay still and ready itself for counter fire as the sound system was started up to play anold song.Spoiler Hide I'm gonna steal some of you guy's shticks Dare! DARE TO BELIEVE YOU CAN SURVIVE! I think, Jane probably was old enough to have watched it in theatres and cried at Optimus Prime's death. "Geez....That one's still up?"Akira mused to himself as he spun the Hagoromo Plus about, the Hachiman being flipped to change toward its primary firing mode as he took aim toward the remaining flying unit, waiting until his sights lined up."Guess I'll have to take it down, as well."He mused before squeezing the trigger, firing the Hachiman toward the Fralian that had lost its head."You should have just stopped while you were behind."Spoiler Hide Shooting the Hachiman at Fralian 4. (1d10+12)[13] Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---Saki would laugh as the Jinketsu smashed the heavy Fralian unit back. This thing was so strong! She'd grin, seeing it still moving."What, you want another? Well, it'd be rude of me to ignore such an easy request~"And the Jinketsu would rush forward, Saki raising the Jinketsu's arm and firing a barrage of shots from the Impact Cannon before leaping into the air with a flying kick."Hachooo!"Spoiler: Actions Hide The Jinketsu fires the Impact Cannon at Fralian II. (1d10+3)[13] Saki moves forward towards the Fralian II two hexes. Flying kick of DEATH (drop) targeting Fralian II. (1d10+1)[6] Kobayashi RikoPilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero"Swinging her sword through the destroyed head, Felicia brings it back around flawlessly to deliver another two slices to the enemy module."Still up? Not for long!"Spoiler Hide Attack Rolls: (1d10+8)[13] (1d10+8)[16] 12 Kills per hit The green Geist simply laid into a tank from behind, as beam fire screamed across the battle, tearing the tank to itty bits as slag fell all where it used to be. Meanwhile the red Geist led the charge with the Heroic Module, as its beam pistol destroyed the main sensor of the enemy unit, before the impact cannon simply devastated the machine, causing it t collapse helplessly. The massive kick would miss the dead machine, but tear apart the ground around it, causing the ruins of the module to be lost in rubble. The Hagoromo pair targeted the last flier, as the head was blown clear off, and the machine was destroyed by the slashes of the massive blade the Zero carried.The counter was plentiful, as the tanks rolled in closer, firing at the Hagoromos and red Geist, the pilots skillfully evading the fire. But it was the nature of the fire that posed a problem. Powerful green beams of light screamed across the sky. Beam cannons.The remaining humanoid, a taller black module would race forth, wheels on its feet clearing the distance clearly, as a voice would appear. Young, feminine, but full of aggression."Relinquish the Heroic Module at once."And the hand of the module revealed a small cannon, as a red beam of light flew from it, hitting the Jinketsu's torso. The blast was incredibly powerful... but the Jinketsu appeared mostly unscathed. Torso SP(20/22) Torso Kills(5/6) Left Arm SP(11/12) Left Arm Kills(5/6) Right Arm SP(7/12) Right Arm Kills(7/10) Impact Cannon Clip(10/75) Energy Points Jane directed her Module to move within range of the closest Fraelin Tank, its 'cape' billowing in the wind as it leaped off the bed of the lorry and ran two hundred metres. Sliding to a stop, the module raised its arm and squeezed the trigger on its handgun, opening fire at the vehicle. All the whileDare blaring out of its stereo system.Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered, And there's nowhere to turn,Spoiler Hide Move Towards Fraelin (3) and within 8 hexes of it OPEN FIRE WITH INFI BURST (1d10+6)[13] Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"Yuri stared at the unharmed Jinketsu....truly, that was a formidable weapon, to ignore such a blast. However, the battle would not permit him to marvel at the unknown technology powering the beast.Nor would his memories.He turned back to the black suit with a growl. The pistol was dropped, replaced by his second chainsword. Then, the Geist began to advance. Almost unthinkingly, with a one-finger push to a button, Yuri fulfilled a promise that he had made back at base. Yun had insisted thatappropriate musicwould enhance his performance, and keep him safe."....You...." The Geist picked up speed."...and yours..." The Geist reached top speed, and leapt into the air."SHALL" Right Blade- Slash down at right shoulder."NOT" Land. Left Blade- Spinning slash at left side. "CLAIM THIS!" Simultaneous Strike- Thrusts to center mass.Spoiler Hide Drop Heavy Beam Pistol, draw second Riese Schneider. Charge the black unit, and follow up with a pair of attacks with the Riese Schneiders. Attack 1 - (1d10+13)[20] Attack 2 - (1d10+13)[16] Attack 3 - (1d10+13)[17] Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Um, no?"Saki would just flatly refuse the demand to hand over the Heroic Module... that's what this thing was, right? Not that she knew how to use her comms, so the only thing listening to her was the ball, but whatever! She'd gasp in surprise as the new module fired at the Jinsoku, only for its deadly looking beam to crash into the Jinsoku for little effect, a little bar beginning to fill up as the Jinsoku absorbed much of the energy being fired at it. And she'd laugh."Welp, so much for your big, scary entrance! My turn!"And Saki would push the Jinsoku forward into a slow but heavy run, a new Shinzui replacing the dissipated previous one as she'd attack the newcomer.Spoiler: Actions Hide The Jinsoku moves two SW, turns NW, moves one NW. Saki makes an attack with the Shinzui at ???. (1d10+3)[13] Willing to spend Luck defensively to avoid crit fails. Felicia WestPilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero"Grinning slightly as her target explodes into scraps of metal, Felicia held her blade up to a ready position. She sighed."Even more? Are they just going to keep sending them a few at a time for us to kill?"With a loud flare of music and thrusters, she dove down toward the new Fralian in the middle, quickly positioning herself behind it and delivering a powerful slash.Spoiler Hide Moving to one of the flanking positions of Fralian Tank (2) and attacking. Attack Roll: (1d10+8)[17] Damage: 12 Kills Corporal Tachibana Akira, ProdigyPilot of DM-1PAkira's attention was suddenly turned to the appearance of an enemy from behind, his hand deftly manipulating the Hagoromo Plus."Guess this one is mine."He mused outloud, giving a little twitch as the various different songs being blared through the battlefield and bled in through his coms. Not exactly the most professional of fighting forces, the pilot just giving a small sigh as he took aim at the enemy tank-type unit and squeezed the trigger.Spoiler Hide Targeting Farlian Tank 1 (1d10+12)[19] Yuri's assault was skillful, but his enemy was not weak. The charge, which would have dismembered a lesser foe was narrowly evaded, as the follow up swing swung true for the left arm, only for a blanket of pink light to appear between the chain blade and the module. However that kept the dark machine open, as the second chain blade struck home, the tip breaching the armor easily , grinding away at the internals, shredded metal falling every which way.There was another benefit, of course. As the massive Jinketsu stormed the new module, there was no escape. A chain blade in the belly, and another pinning the arm. The only defense was the remaining arm, as the Jinketsu slashed downwards. Another pink shield appeared, but that was no match for the massive power of the Jinketsu as the machine contacted the beam shield, and pushed right through, as both weapons vanished, and a massive gash appeared down the new module's arm, as it was forced back, the girl crying out in surprise, as it picked itself back up."This guy... don't know what you have against my Arlion, but she doesn't take kindly to primitives!"And the wheels suddenly backed off, as the Arlion swept around attacking the Geist's flank, as a blade just as black as the armor flung out from it's shoulder. Grabbing it, the module moved to impale the the Geist, only for Yuri to find himself casually evading it.Meanwhile the green Geist once again hold that huge beam spray gun, positioning on the tank type module. It simply exploded. Bits and pieces of what was once a death machine were now just... everywhere. The beams completely eradicated the module. The clip from the weapon would clatter uselessly to the earth.The Hagoromo Zero would blitz across the battlefield to find its target, as the massive blade would raise once again, tearing cleanly into the back of the tank type. The damage was impressive, but, despite being heavily damaged, it wasn't finished yet, being sent flying from the blow, and on its side.The Hagoromo Plus had decidedly more luck, as it took aim at a tank type, and fired. The single bullet hit true, truer than Akira might have thought possible, tearing into the center of the unit, as an explosion signaled its powerplant detonating from the impact, the module becoming useless slag. The green Geist stands there, gun barrel smoking as a compartment in its foot opened up ejecting a fresh capacitor. In a smooth motion, it catches the capacitor into the loader of the gun.Turning its attention to the last unattended Fraelin, the Geist's feet shifted as it started, moving, towards that module. You wonder how you keep going, going Think of all the things that really matter, Spoiler Hide Reload the INFIBURST and Start moving towards the bottom tank thing. Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of Storms Pilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"--Now playing in Storm Radio: Yuri's Blood Heats Up--As he dodges the Arlion's stab, Yuri turns, and steps inside the enemy command unit's guard, thrusting his left blade forward, seeking to run her through."Primitives?"Next, before the enemy blade can be pulled back, his right blade slashes upward at the sword-axilla of the Arlion, seeking to tear off the module's arm."Is it primitive to grieve murdered friends?"Both arms roar upward, and come crashing down, the grinding blades seeking to finally rip through the Arlion's torso entirely."OR ONLY TO AVENGE THEM?!"Spoiler Hide Not enough movement to get to her flank, even taking an action, so turn, and attack thrice. Attack 1 - (1d10+13)[23] Attack 2 - (1d10+13)[14] Attack 3 - (1d10+13)[20] Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---Saki would hum softly to herself as the Arlion evaded away, attacking that other module. Not that she blamed it for attacking the not big scary thing, but personally, taking out the big scary thing first usually seemed like the smart thing to do~ The Jinketsu would turn and advance, attacking once again with the Shinzui.Spoiler: Actions Hide The Jinketsu turns NW, moves 1 NW, turns N, moves 1N. Saki attacks the Arlion with the Shinzui again. (1d10+3)[12] Willing to spend Luck defensively to avoid crit fails. Felicia WestPilot of DM-1-0 "Hagoromo Zero""Oh, come on!"Felicia frowned, glaring down at the prone tank module as if it was somehow its fault that it had not been destroyed yet. She hefted her blade into a ready stance once more and dove down upon her target with a loud battlecry.Spoiler Hide Moving down to the space behind Fralian Tank 2 Attack Roll: (1d10+8)[9] Damage: 12 Kills Corporal Tachibana Akira, Prodigy Pilot of DM-1PAkira just gave a small, exasperated sigh as his target exploded into dust but the one directly behind him still seemed to be alive. Figuring it better safe than sorry the Hagoromo Plus would spin around with Akira taking aim down toward the target below, squeezing the trigger gently as he fired the Hachiman twice at the little tank that could.Spoiler Hide Ir shots Fralian Tank 2. (1d10+12)[22] (1d10+12)[13] As the Hagoromo pair brought one more of the tank type modules to ruin, the Arlion would find itself in a rather dreadful position. Yuri was clearly the more skilled pilot, piercing the defense of the Arlion, as the center slash tore through the module's torso, leaving the others to be parried. However, that meant the pilot was busy dealing with the Geist, as the Jinketsu stepped forward, a massive blade of light tearing through the Arlion. The module was shredded clean in half, as a massive explosion of pink light revealed the powerplant's destruction, bits of metal showering down after Saki finished her slash, the blade vanishing once again.With only a single tank left, however, it would quickly burrow back underground, and out of the reach of the powerful modules which had destroyed its leader. The group was free from any immediate danger. "Sir, immediate danger has been eliminated, awaiting orders, sir."Jane radios on the open channel as her mech lowers its large gun, the camera on her Geist scanning the horizon as she turns off her stereo system. Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type" Yuri is silent for a long moment. Then his speakers turn back on."The enemy emerged from the ground. Do not let down your guard. Gather in loose formation, and watch each others' backs."With that, Yuri turns to the Jinketsu."Now, pilot of unknown Module. I must ask that you turn that Module over to us. Such a weapon could present a destabilizing force in the region." Yuri lowers his blades, but does not sheathe them."Are you prepared to comply?" "Sir yes sir,"she radioed back, scanning through her IFF systems."Hagoroma Plus, Hagoroma Zero, move to a distance of 200 metres from Gebo 3, enter a three point formation, centred on Gebo 3."she radios to her allies, moving to one of the points in the formation.Spoiler Hide Compliance will be rewarded? Been watching Agents Of Shield Sorry if I'm ordering people around. Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - A Brief Silence---And Saki would sigh a bit as the Arlion exploded, grinning. That was easy~But naturally, this was where things got annoying. Saki would turn, basically ignoring HOLY and their demands for the time being as she'd scan the lake, looking for Taiki. She'd speak to the ball in the meantime."Hey ball, how do I use the comms in this thing anyways? Also, where's Taiki? He still alive?" Spoiler: Nyna Hide "Two humanform lifes remain active in the lake entrance, comms are established normally through Majienar, though I will connect you to their network." And in an instant, the HOLY members would each see Saki , in all her teenage glory, through their comm network. She appeared to be wearing some kind of skin tight suit, though only the upper half was visible. Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Spring Breeze---"Oh, I guess that makes sense. Yeah, go ahead and-"And Saki would stop as she noticed the screen that had already popped up in front of her."Wait wait, you already did it?! And it's video too?! Stupid ball..."Saki would groan, scratching her head a bit before grinning at the camera."This big boy here is my Deathbot, and you can't have it~ I found it first, finders keepers. Go get your own, sir~!" Saki would promptly execute a perfect HOLY salute, before turning the Jinketsu around, running towards the lake where the lifeforms had been detected. Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"--Now playing on Storm Radio: Winter Call--Yuri is stupefied, for a moment, upon seeing Saki's antics in the cockpit of the immense Deathbot, as she calls it. He expected something akin to this, after hearing her voice over the speakers, but the actual sight of it is...surreal.However, as she begins to rush away, he moves instinctively, keeping pace, though, as they remain some distance from the shore, he does not yet attack."If you know our salutes, you know that 'Finders Keepers' is not our policy. If you are deemed suited to it, you may be permitted to wield that Module. However, if you continue rushing into a probable enemy base, without adequate backup, then I will be forced to take that Module from you, child!"The chainsaw blades rise, in preparation for further teenage nonsense.Spoiler Hide Given that at the end of combat, Jinketsu and the Gebo 3 were both facing N, with the Gebo 3 to Jinketsu's SE, and Jinketsu and Gebo 3 have the same movement speed, Yuri can pace Saki rather trivially. Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Spring Breeze---Saki would groan softly as the Jinketsu was followed. Of course it wouldn't be that easy, not that she'd expected anything less from HOLY. Still, she'd grin into the camera as Yuri made his ultimatum, clearly completely unfazed, defiant even."Oh, calm down, old man, getting so flustered isn't good for your blood pressure! I'm not gonna shoot anyone, so just relax~ I just need to pick up something I left behind in the lake. You can go ahead and call your boss or whatever, just let them know that Lieutenant Commander Amatore's daughter is here with a shiny new heroic module, I'm sure she'll be thrilled to come and pick me up."With that, she'd continue towards the water's edge, turning on the speakers and shouting through them for the first time."Oiiii, Taiki! You still alive out there? Where'd you end up?" ".......sir, requesting permission to shoot her."Jane deadpans at Yuri. Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type" "If she does not stop a reasonable distance from the water's edge, weapons free. Aim for the legs."Yuri continues to speak calmly, occasionally emphasizing words where warranted, as he continues to keep pace, given that they are still a short distance from the lake."She would likely be more aggrieved that her direct subordinate did not take you in the transport that is already here. And she would be horrified to know that I allowed her daughter to endanger herself, as well as the rest of the civilian population here, by approaching the site of an enemy escape pod splashdown. Pause immediately, and we can help you search for Taiki. Refuse, and we will search for him after reducing the 'Deathbot' to more manageable pieces." "Sir yes sir,"Jane replied as she raised her beam spray gun, moving in step with Gebo 3."Hagoroma Plus, Hagoroma Zero, Maintain formation, prepare ranged weapons, fire if the module enters within a hundred meters of the lakeshore."she then clips out. Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Spring Breeze---As impervious as ever to threats, especially with several feet of metal between her and Yuri, Saki would continue to move the Jinketsu forward, smiling a bit as she continued to scan the lake."Hey ball, can you give me a better idea where Taiki is? And that escape pod, while we're at it~"She'd look at the camera again."Hey now, if you really want to shoot this shiny new heroic module that you're going to have the opportunity to recover safely, then go for it, but I'm pretty sure you're the one whose head is on the line there, not me! Besides, this thing is pretty tough, and I totally have the right to defend myself, and I totally will if I have to, so let's not go making silly threats~ Just call your superior and let the big boys back in Okinawa handle it, 'kay?" Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type"--Now playing on Storm Radio:If I Must, Then I Shall--The Gebo 3 unit rushes forward, blades seeking Jinketsu's left leg."You have been thrice warned. You endanger that equipment and your own life by continuing to walk into a potential second combat. I will now take steps to prevent the equipment from falling into terrorist hands."Spoiler Hide Charge Jinketsu, 3 called shots to Jinketsu's left leg servo. Attack 1 - (1d10+7)[8] Attack 2 - (1d10+10)[15] Attack 3 - (1d10+10)[12] "Weapons free, weapons free! Target left leg servo!"Jane barks out over her comms as her module raised Ausbreitung Gewehr, the barrel heating up as beams of energy flew out of it in the direction of the experimental module.Spoiler Hide I can't remember the penalty for targeting the leg, so just rolling raw dice. First (1d10)[10] Second (1d10)[2] Saki Amatore, the Girl Who Would Shoot WildlyPiloting the Deathbot (Jinketsu)---Now Playing on Deathbot Radio - Saki's Theme---"Oi, oi, are you serious?"Saki would begin turning the Jinketsu around as Yuri would begin his charge."You realize we're on the same side, right? No? Well, don't blame me if you lose your job over this, mister. I'll do my best not to hurt you."As Yuri would conveniently begin moving into melee range, Saki would manuever the Jinketsu into a grapple, aiming straight for the Gebo 3's head."Hey ball, scratch that search for now, and close the comms, if you don't mind. Can you access the local cellphone network? It's the same one my cellphone is designed to connect to, and Taiki's. We left our phones on the beach, so we should be able to pick up the proper frequency from there, I'm guessing."Spoiler: Actions Hide Jinketsu will turn 2 hexes so that the Geist is in its front arc. Dismember Attack on Gebo 3's head: (1d10+1)[11] Assuming that misses, since Saki's unlikely to hit, repeat: (1d10+1)[3] If the first attack hits, change the second attack to target one of Gebo 3's legs. The Jinketsu was an amazing machine, bending almost as flexibly as a real human, if a bit sluggish, as the shots were fired at it. The beam fire would burn into the grass, as Saki moved about, swiftly evading the majority of Yuri's slashes, but unable to keep the chain blades properly away, as one dug into the leg, tearing through the armor. The Geist pilot was too quick, narrowly escaping the massive hands of the Jinketsu. Before Saki could focus a counter, though, she heard that familiar whirling screech through her cockpit, as would all of the HOLY pilots, a quick talking synthesized voice screaming through their comms."ENEMY AGENT TARGETING LOVELY ISLAND. DEFEND LOVELY ISLAND. REMOVE SEABORNE AGENT. MAJIENAR, DEFEND LOVELY ISLAND. ONE INTRUDER DETAINED, SECOND INTRUDER ATTEMPTING TO BREACH."Jinketsu(5/6) Torso SP(20/22) Torso Kills(5/6) Left Arm SP(11/12) Left Arm Kills(5/6) Right Arm SP(7/12) Right Arm Kills(5/6) Left Leg SP(8/12) Left Leg Kills(7/10) Impact Cannon Clip(10/75) Energy Points Captain Yuri Sarkov, The Vanguard of StormsPilot of AM-3/G3 "Gebo 3 Type" --Now playing on Storm Radio:If I Must, Then I Shall--Yuri opens up speakers again, blades still ready."You see? There is a facility here, that you were about to march into. Are you prepared to pause, and let this be properly planned, child? Or must I finish cutting apart your sense of invincibility to get you to listen?"

Spirits in Steel

The Perfect Creation_

This is a story for Hannibal, AndyGirl, NikitaFirestar and one other.A coven of three powerful sorceresses have shared their immense arcane knowledge and power to complete a great ritual. Years in the perfection, they have finally succeeded in created the perfect servant and aid to their ambitions and power. They have given life to magical creation, a vessel and great arcane energies. Created as the very embodiment of masculine beauty, to serve their every need. That is not all though. Their creation is filled with great sexual energy. His seed is so virile the recipient of it is filled with awesome energy for a short time.What could be more perfect for the members of the coven?However, their creation is not so compliant though. He learns to tap into his own energies and his power grows as he approaches a climax. Such is his power he can wrest control from his mistresses until he is weakened again by his own climax.Both parties need each other, but the dominant member constantly shifts as power is transferred through carnal acts. It should be a lot of fun as all involved vie for domination and suffer the humiliation of submission ;DWe have an opening for another sorceress to complete the coven. Please PM myself and AndyGirl if you would like to join the fun ;) As night fell around her home, Ladissya smiled knowingly, her gaze shifting from one Sister to the other. Tonight their combined efforts would come to fruition, tonight they would realize the range of their own power and abilities. Tonight, the coven would accomplish the ultimate goal.The setting was perfect: the moon was bright overhead in the small glade where they met and planned and studied and wove their intricate spells; the night was warm, with just a hint of the winter to come; and the forest around had fallen quiet, as if had hushed its voice to honor their deeds.The tall, slender half-elf had already divested herself of all clothing except that which was necessary. Magical pendants hung around her neck, potent stones knocked together from slim chains on her wrists, and a feather-light veil had been tied around her waist, casting the temptation of her sex in a translucent light. Her silver-white hair was left loose, hanging untamed around her shoulders, and her sun-bronzed breasts were bared, the dark tips of her nipples already hard from anticipation of this spell. Returning the smile that Ladissya offered, Lena glanced about as well. They had been waiting for this night for some time, and it could only be a success from here. Brushing back her thick black hair, the nymph shed what remained of her clothes, much as Ladissya had. Her own hair fell in thick, straight waves to just past her hips, brushing along her softly sun-kissed flesh. Blue eyes sparkling, she couldn't help but smile, obviously excited for what was to come. Unlike Ladissya, she wore a small loincloth instead of a veil, concealing her own sex, though nothing else. Marash's eyes glowed as the final of the three entered the clearing."How quaint and demure, she too wears something to cover herself when they know why we are here" She sits up, the moon glinting off her dark red hair, making it seem to dance with fire against the stark white of her skin, a single blood red stone, hanging from a silver chain, nestling between her firm and ample breasts.She moves her long legs to sit cross legged her completely naked body on show for all to see, licking her deep red lips she smiles daring one of her sisters to pass comment. Ladissya looked from Lena to Marash and back again, smiling in amusement. She enjoyed the ribbing and teasing of her sisters, uncaring what either thought of her own attire. She wore only what she believed would enhance her own beauty, not for modesty's sake. Each already knew how the others looked, so that was simply not something that entered her mind. As they took their spots, her smile brightened with eagerness."We know why we are here, indeed, for this is the night of our triumph. We are a triumvirate of power, with all the energy offered by our Mother the moon, pregnant with power to be shared with us. Have you brought what is necessary?" She laid a pack upon the ground before taking her seat. The cool dirt felt firm and soft beneath her bottom, and she slowly opened the bit of leather, revealing the things she'd been sent to find: the feather of an eagle, a bird who mated in flight and for life; the dried genitals of an elk, a most potent aphrodisiac and ingredient for the furthering of the male line in progeny; and a humanoid skull, representing the intelligence and form of a bipedal race. Moving to sit as well, she smiled as she set her own pack down. She didn't really care of the teasings either. Opening her bag to reveal her own contents, she sets them out neatly, and as always, in a perfct line, touching each twice before looking back to her sisters. Leaning back on her hands as her legs crossed indian style, she trialed fingers down her stomach to toy with the chain that rested at her belly, attatched to the hoop that came from her navel."I have..." She looked to Marash expectantly now, though still smiling. Marash grinned at her sisters, she pulled a small bag from behind her, it held only one painfully gained item.She put her hand into the bag, her eyes immediately flashing red and her hand touched it's contents, her hair beginning to dance around her like flames.In triumph she pulled out the heart stone of the firelord.It burned with the heat of a thousand volcanos, they could smell her burning flesh, yet she held onto it long enough to place it on the bare earth in front of them."I believe we now have all that we need sisters"Her grin grew wider, her eyes dancing with expectation."It is time we made our move and complete what we have started" Standing in a swift and graceful motion, the half-elf allowed her brown eyes to move, caressing each Sister with a look. A smile touched her lips, secretive and seductive in the same moment, bringing a light into her face."Shall we, Sisters?" The ingredients she'd brought were scooped up in a stooping sweep, and she stepped into the circle long marked, though unseen, upon the ground. As she passed the threshhold of power, she took a deep breath, invigorated and glowing with excitement that the Mother could only create. In one fluid movement, Marash had scooped up the heart stone and had joined her sister.Her eyes blazing like hot coals, hair almost crackling with the power within the circle, she turned to Lena, impatient to begin."Come Lena, the time is now, we must work fast or our chance may be gone" "Patience has never been your virtue, has it?" Smirking, she stands, discarding her loin cloth to leave herself bare as Marash is, save for her belly chain, then scoops her things up and steps into the circle. Rolling her shoulders lightly as she feels the energy from stepping into the circle, she slowly smiles all the more. Marash laughs an eary hollow little laugh as Lena enters."I lost my virtue many years ago in the search of power and now I want the benefits" Again she watched the two others with amusement, but once she'd gained their attention and cooperation again, the chant would start. It was rhythmic and low, sensual in word and tone. They were bare of clothing for a reason, to make their creation that much more potent. Ladissya's eyes fell shut, and she swayed where she stood, lost in the lure of the chant. Winking to Marash, she looked back to Ladissya before she too started the chant. Tilting her head back just lightly as she closed her own eyes, she continued to chant as her hips swayed gently, hair flowing behind her. Finding her place and the rythm of them chant, Marash added her voice and tone to the others voices.As the three filled the circle with their invocation her hair began to crackle with the building static of their combined magics.She shuddered as she felt it flow over her skin, like thousand of tiny fingers teasing her nerves endings. It did not take long for the power to reach its peak. It surged among the Sisters, drawing their own power into one, pulsing it from one to the other and another and back to the first again. They'd practiced this part of the spell enough times to know when it was time to move to the next step. Ladissya's flesh became warm and flushed, and she felt her body respond in the sexual way it always did when the combined powers flowed over her skin. The chant became a husky moan from her throat, and her body began to undulate, swaying seductively with the rhythm of the words.As the chant reached a fever pitch, Ladissya took that first step back out of the circle of power, drawing the energy with her, tightening it over the circle, like a net. Her chant never faltered, growing stronger instead. Marash stood lingering in the power they had created, her hair sparking as the raw energy crawled over her body, enticing her to stay and to languish with it.She opened her eyes, now glowing red, fired with the desire and lust she had held onto so long to use it's energy here, almost giving in, but she pulled back tighteing her end of the 'net', hoping that her third sister would not hold back too long. While she too enjoyed the pleasure of the power that rose about and through them, she would not make her sisters wait for her while she delayed there. Continuing to chant, she moved as her sisters did, though her eyes were still shut as she moved. Finally, her eyes opened, her body still moving to the chant, though all the more seductively, alluringly now. As her eyes opened to regard her Sisters and their readiness, the last phrase of the chant was begun, and the circle of power began to glow and shimmer. The spell components were lost to sight as magickal energy surged up and around, blinding them to what lay within the marked circle where the spell was coming to fruition. Power flowed into the circle from the three sorceresses, coalascing as something began to take shape. Woven from raw magic, the unfinished shape of a man's body was formed. Light flickered over the body as the chanting increased and the sorceresses focused their power. Through the glow they added more detail to their creation. Muscles were sculpted, limbs shaped to perfection, subtle contours added. Soon they could see their shared dream becoming reality.Lying in the centre of the sacred grove was a naked man. Not just any man, but masculine beauty personified. He had the form that would make the finest sculptor proud, as if his hands had been guided by the gods themselves. Olive skin gleamed with vitality over a perfectly proportioned body. Tall, broad shouldered and slim hipped, with powerful steel muscles beneath silken skin. A mane of wild black hair framed a perfectly sculpted face. A dark triangle of hair plunged down towards its loins and the long, thick manhood that hung between them.The figure was just a sculpture, a beautiful sculpture, but a sculpture none the less. There was no life in it yet. The trio of sorceresses focused their power once again and the grove came alight with sparkling energies. With a final surge of power the figure came to life. The body arched and spasmed with the burst of energy and then a great inarticulate scream was released from its full lips.They could hear the mighty thump of their creation's first heartbeat. Breath filled its lungs, swellings it broad chest. For a while it lay their and breathed life into its limbs. Eventually, after what seemed an age, its eyelids flickered open to reveal hypnotically stunning emerald eyes that seemed to gleam with an unnatural light. The eyes moved around the circle, taking in its surrounds before lingering on each of its creators. There was recognition there as he knew his creators.The gleaming eyes revealed something else, a raw hunger and lust, a powerful energy that could not be hidden. They roved over their beautiful bodies, lingering on every curve. Eventually his eyes rested on Marash's naked sex, a smile flicking over his lips as his manhood began to thicken and grow.Then he tried to speak, but only strangled sounds came from his mouth. They had created him to know the tongues of man and with some knowledge, but his mouth could not form the words. He tried again, his eyes sparking with rage at his failure. Slowly he attempted to speak, this time forming his words carefully, "Valrae.. Valraetis. You have named me Valraetis mistresses!" Marash, her eyes alight with excitement, hair dancing around her as the magic crackled through it stared at thier creation.Panting with the excertion, her chest heaving she licked her lips as a wide predatory grin spread across her mouth."I want it......I want it first....I brought the heart stone it is my right....." "You would think it your right if you'd only brought a stick to fuel the fire, Sister." Ladissya chuckled softly, shaking her head. The half-elf had no worries, and now that their spell had proven true, she was replete in the knowledge of her own abilities. Even Marash's heart stone would have meant nothing without the rest to fuel the spell, but Ladissya did not intend to argue on this night of triumph. She turned with a sway of veiled hips and silver-white hair toward the pack that she'd brought and rested in the shadow of a tree. There she found fruit and bread to fill her hungering belly; a wineskin was uncorked and raised to her full lips, the sweetness therein poured down a throat parched from vigrous chanting. "Niether of you would have been able to get the heart stone without me, I want him first.Look at you Ladissya, your weakness shows you aren't fit to do anything." Another patronizing smile bestowed upon her Sister. "My human blood might be a weakness, but it is not one I had any control over. You know that as well as I do; and yet I still was able to fulfill my part. If I am not fit, then you should have long ago rid yourself of me." She shrugged lightly, still unruffled by Marash's words. There had been a time when she considered Marash a friend, but now she wondered if such triflings were worth the female's time. Marash sighed looking at her sister."You know I do not mean that half elf.I mean that it needs to be used quickly to show it what it needs to be and you are too tired from leading the chant.I have more strength than both of you put together, so it has to be me." Sighing softly as she listened to both of her sisters argue, she shook her head. Looking to the man that now lay at the center of their circle, she moved to pick up the skins he'd brought with her, moving to kneel at his side, naked as she was save for that belly chain and piercing, offering the skin of water to his lips."Drink..." She muttered softly whilst the other two argued. ValraetisTheir creation lay in the circle, bewildered by the argument between two of his mistresses. The words flew over him. He understood their meaning, but not the context of them. His mouth watered when the silver haired beauty turned away and refreshed herself with food and wine. Green eyes gleamed with a feral hunger as felt the animalistic urge to leap upon her and wrest the food from her grasp.The impulse was only controlled by the third mistresses kneeling by him and offering him a skin of water. The same feral gleam remained in his emerald eyes as they were drawn to the chain hanging from her belly. Only the raised waterskin tore his eyes away. He sat up and drank greedily, spilling water down his neck. When he had drank his fill he mouthed a new word and like a petulant child demanded, "Food. Valraetis is hungry. He wants food. Now!" Marish looked down at him, walked over to Ladissya and took the food out of her hand.She shrugged as she turned back to him."Our baby is hungry"She knelt down and offered him the food"Here baby, eat this and we will get you more very soon"She strokes his hair with the other hand, running her hand through it."There's a good baby, you really are pretty" Watching him drink the water so greedily, she nodded faintly, about to move to gather food that she'd brought as well when Marish simply took it straight from their sisters hands. Frowning lightly, she remains kneeling at Valraetis' other side, watching him eat as Marish offered it."Somewhat uncalled for, Marish... You needn't be so hungry for his body and power. We all came into this together..." She nodded lightly, looking back to Ladissya, then to Marish again. She looks at her, her hair brissling....."He was hungry I feed him, there is a problem with that?" "When you simply snatch it impatiently from her hands, of course there is. If you weren't so anxious, sister dear, you could have waited to see that I have brought enough food for him with some left for myself..." Shaking her head again, she looked to their creation, leaning slightly over him to reach for the likely empty skin of water. "He wanted food now, I got it for him now. You take too long preferring words to actions and I did not 'snatch' I took" "However you wish to think of it, Marish..." She shook her head again, obviously not believing her, but a bit tired to fight. Taking up the empty skin that had held the water, she moved to take up a second one before returning and kneeling once more, offering it to him. "Fuss fuss fuss....."she shakes her head"You say you have food but bring only water, so frightened you are that I will do something to him while you were away."She frowned then placed a hand on his shoulder"Baby is cold, very cold"Laying her hand flat against his skin, she began pouring warmth into him."Perhaps, instead of trying to drown him you should get something to wrap him in? Surely one of you has something? You know I have no need." "Yes, I'm so worried that you'll ravish him in the mere seconds that I'm gone..." Shaking her head, she rolls her eyes lightly."How careless of me, Marish, when you are the one holding the food you've taken from Ladissya, and I bring more water. What on earth could I have been thinking. We'd be lost without you..." Setting her jaw, she stands, moving to where her cloak was. Taking it up, she moves back to the pair, settling on her knees once more as she moves to wrap the cloak about his shoulders. Of course, the fit wasn't perfect, but it would do for now. "I've offered him the food, or would you rather I force fed him? Oh do curb you tongue for a moment and let me concentrate, he's very very cold."She closed her eyes and dropped her head concentrating. ValraetisValraetis snatched the food from the red haired mistresses hands eagerly, his expression a mixture of greed for the food and malice at her patronising tone. Their creation lacked experience, but was sensitive to tone and attitude where it concerned him. Stuffing the bread and meat into his mouth, he ate like a wild beast or self centred child. All the time his keen eyes watched the discussion between his mistresses increase with tension.He could tell the sable haired and silver haired mistresses growing more frustrated with the red haired mistress. Valraetis knew nothing of self control, only the satisfaction of his needs and desires. Food and water had been satisfied now, provided upon demand. Now he needed something else, his hard manhood evidence of what. He instinctively knew he should not be bad and respect his mistresses. But when Marish, the red haired one, patted his shoulder and said that Baby was cold, he could restrain himself no longer. Valraetis snarled like a feral beast and moved as fast a striking snake. Silken skin moved over steel muscles like poetry and in an instant he grabbed Marish and threw her to her back on the soft grass as he rolled atop. His manhood pressed down on her as glittering eyes stared into hers with a feral hunger. Their creation hissed at her, "Valraetis still hungry! Valraetis want more!" "Oh Gods, Marish, you act as if I've..." She stops, however, as she's startled by Valraetis leaping at Marish. Falling backwards onto the ground herself, she watches with wide eyes, glancing to their other sister before looking back at the pair on the ground. She's not quite certain what to do, really, not sure if she should help or not. Was he hungry for food? Was he hungry for a warm body? What? Pushing herself up, she swallowed lightly, grabbing up another bit of food."Hungry...?" She offers it out to him slowly, ready to move quickly should she have to. For a moment there is a look of shock and suprise on Marish's face, but with a flash of her eyes it is gone and replaced by amusement.She wraps her arms around him, still flowing heat into his body as she pulls him close."Well he's alive at least and I'm not sure it's food he's hungry for now........." Ladissya was resigned, rather than frustrated. It did not surprise her that the culmination of their efforts should come to this. The tension among the Sisters had increased with the drawing together of power and the discusson of what form it was to take. Ladissya settled for wine, since her food had been taken, and she smiled slightly as it created a languid warmth in the pit of her stomach. Sexual energy still moved within her own body as a residual effect of the chant, something that had always aroused her lascivious nature.When Valraetis moved to pin Marash, Ladissya simply watched through half-lidded eyes. Her wineskin was nearly emptied, and a flush had entered her body from the influence of the fermented drink. This should prove entertaining indeed. ValraetisThe red haired mistresses warm body felt soft and yielding beneath his hard muscles, increasing his lust and urge for release. When the dark haired mistress offered him food while watching nonchalently he snarled an angry, "No! Hungry for flesh!"White teeth showed and energy arced across his body. Pulses of purple and green light that hinted at the power he could share with them. As Marish's warm flowed into him he ignored the other two, knowing they could wait. Her arms wrapping around his frame were pulled from him and pinned the grass with inhuman strength. Valraetis had the instinctive urge to dominate and control, even his creators and mistresses.That was not his only instinct, hips lifted from hers and the thick, wet blunt head of his manhood pressed against her netherlips. She could feel the slight tingle of energy as his pre-cum touched her. Then there was a pause as he grinned maliciously down at Marish, ready to hold her down and take her. Blinking lightly at the snarl, she shook her head, standing and moving to kneel at Ladissya's side, eating the food herself as she watched. She wasn't overly certain what to think of all this, but she wasn't happy, that was easy to see. Marish had always been that way, she should have expected something like this. Shrugging to herself, she went back to eating, looking to Ladissya and smiling before reaching to tuck a bit of the womans hair behind her ears. Marash grinned up at him, her sisters no longer existing, just him.Shuddering as her touched her, feeling the power in him, relishing how he had taken control of her even though she could have used hers to get away.Her eyes flared as she licked her grinning lips, whispering huskily to him."You want me do you Valraetis? How much do you want my flesh? Show me......." ValraetisThe tip of his pink tongue licked his full lips as the red haired beauty grinned up at him. The power and energy he felt was so much better than the food or water. When she whispered huskily to him he felt the urge to thrust his long manhood into her, but a something stopped him succumbing to his base urges. Valraetis could sense she wanted it as much, or more than he did. He did not know what or why, but a malicious part of him knew not to waste it. That she had called him 'baby' and patronised him still rankled and he could have his revenge in the manner of a petty child.Valraetis reasoned that if it was permitted to take the red haired mistress, so could he take the others. With a spiteful smile he whispered back at Marash, "Later my pet. I can have you later!"With those words his muscles coiled like springs and he leapt from her towards the silver-haired one called Ladissya... Marash roared with laughter as he leapt away from her and towards Ladissya."We've created a slave with free will and a sense of humour!"She rolled over onto her stomach watching him a mischievious smile on her lips, laughter still dancing in her eyes. Ladissya seemed to unfold with grace from the ground, a smile lilting from one Sister to the other as she felt some surprise that the child of their powers had abandoned Marash. Only he knew his desires, however, and the half-elf was ready and willing to test them, to see what could happen with this exquisite incarnation.It was the human blood that gave her wider hips, fuller breasts, and greater height than her mother's people. But the elven parent had indeed bestowed upon her daughter the grace and patience of the elves. As Valraetis leapt toward her and she stood, she wondered what he would ask... nay, demand of her, his mistress. The translucent cloth around her hips swayed as a breeze swept through the clearing, lifting her hair from shoulders and back."I believe, Marash, you are correct, in part. My guess is that we've created no slave." Her mind's eye drifted over the various ingredients to the spell, and her smile widened as she realized there was nothing they'd used that would cause him to be subservient. How wonderful that they'd succeeded in creating something so truly independent! "So true my sister, a true spirit.......all the better"That wicked smile danced across her lips, eyes flaring, hair crackling around her, she watched with more than interest as he stalked his prey. Smiling in return to Ladissya, she's startled as yet again he moves so quickly. Standing as well at Ladissya's side, she looks between the two sisters, then back to their creation. Tilting her head faintly, she shoved her fingers through it before toying with her belly chain."Indeed..." She voiced her agreement with Ladissya. ValraetisTheir creation knew only lust and the satisfaction of his urges as the words of his mistresses sailed over his head. The silver-haired Ladissya stood before him gracefully and boldly and wanted nothing more than sate his lust in her womanly body. Energy sparkling off his bronzed body he tackled her to the grass. He ended up on top of her, the transluscent veil blocking his access to her sex as his manhood pressed against her.Lifting his weight from her soft body he tore the veil aside and roared fiercely, "You are mine! You are Valraetis's toy! Tell me what you are!" Marash's laughter echoed around them bouncing off the trees and back at them, she turned over onto her back again gasping for breath as she heard his words."Let me know if you need some help Ladissya, I can always stop him with a little heat...not that he really needs that." Fear was not something that even touched Ladissya's mind; no, instead she felt such triumph over what the triumvirate had accomplished, that she was willing to give to their creation whatever he asked. Her body arched against the hard warmth of his, her hair tousled upon the ground, the moonlight silhouetting him against the night sky. Brown eyes were half-lidded as the arousal from the spell came to the forefront, demanding attention. Valraetis' sex brushed against damp silky folds that begged for more."I am yours, Valraetis... I am your toy, your pet, yours to do with as you will." Her voice was low and husky, and her hands reached up to touch him, the strength of his shoulders, his jaw. "Take your pleasure of me." She burried her head into her arms mumbling into the earth underneath her."Oh Ladissya.....you silly silly girl........" ValraetisThe creation sighed huskily as he felt her damp folds brush against his iron shaft. He crushed her to his chest with his powerful arms as she cried out for him to do as he would to her, his body spasming with arcs of glowing energy. Hard nipples atop soft flesh pressed against his chest. Valraetis lifted his bronzed body from her, his manhood poised above her welcoming folds, a shaft of energy and power. He threw back his hard and laughingly roared, "YES! YES, YOU ARE MINE! YOU ARE ALL MINE!"He spoke to his silver-haired mistress, to all his mistresses, to the forest, perhaps even the world. His words were filled with such avarice and power.Then his body rippled like the muscles of a leaping panther, barely seeming to move with grace and power. However, his hips thrust with immense power as his manhood penetrated Ladissya in a consuming act of awesome sensation. No half measures with their creation. He took his mistress completely with one great thrust as his body shuddered with pleasure at the act he was created for. Widespread beneath him, Ladissya opened her body to his thrusting self, welcoming him inside the warm wetness of her cunt with a cry of pleasure. The heat of him felt exquisite as he penetrated her deeply and fully. This was what she needed, a male who could take his pleasure while still giving it. Damn, he felt good."Yes, Valraetis, feel my body wrapped tightly around you." She spoke between pants, her head falling back, baring her slender throat to him. ValraetisMarash was right to be concerned, their new creation was young and emotionally unformed. His expectations and desires would be formed and imprinted on him forever. Valraetis was learning quickly how his every desire was to be satisfied and how he could take what he would.All that meant nothing to the creation himself as he felt the envelopment of a woman's body and sex around his body and manhood. The warm wet tightness of her cunt felt like a kind of heaven as he started to ride her with a powerful rythym. They had created him well with attention to detail. The size and shape of his perfect cock filled her completely. stimulating every nerve inside her. Valraetis groaned as he felt the power growing in him, he felt so alive as he took his beautiful mistress. Words escaped him and he just moaned and kissed her exposed throat with such intensity. Tilting her head as she watched, she sat, leaning back against a tree as she slowly sipped at the water she'd offered Valraetis earlier. How things would progress from here, she wasn't certain. But somehow, she gathered the feeling that it wouldn't be exactly as they'd planned. Nothing could be, when there were three of them, and only one of him. Shrugging to herself, she glanced to Marish, then back to Valraetis and Ladyssia.((Sorry about the delays. But I'm in Germany now! Yay! Should be on a bit more often soon)) Hearing Ladissya's words, Marash looked up from her 'hiding' place.If she did not get herself under control and Him for that matter, she would take matters into her own hands. They could not afford to have thie Valtraetis running out of control.She sat up and gave Lena an enquiring look, had her sister worked out that this was not how it should be? Glancing to Marash, she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow, as if asking if there was something Marash wished to ask as she sipped again at the water she held in her hand. Marash sighed and shook her head burying it in her arms again, it was obvious from that look that Lena had given her, she saw nothing wrong with what was happening either."Fools....are you both so stupid as not to realise we are playing with fire here?" Finishing the water, she pushed herself to her feet. Glancing between the trio before her, she turned, meaning to head to the hotsprings not far away. Her body was a bit sore, if not tired from all that they'd done, and a soak would be nice. Seeing as how Marash had not said anything, she assumed she didn't wish to talk, and the others were busy of course. If Marash cared to carry on the conversation, she was more than welcome to follow Lena to the springs, where she soon found herself submerged in the waters. Marash sighed, almost hissing her disgust at the way things were going.She turned her head, watching Lena stand and walk away."A very good idea, she can decide what she wishes to do by herself, I am not her keeper, if she wishes to give herself to what we have created then so be it. I will not become his puppet and nor will Lena if I can help it"Standing in one fluid movement, she followed her sister away from the clearing. Finding the hotsprings, she smiled slowly. Slipping into them, she let out a long, soft sigh of pleased relief as she felt the hot water swirling about her, already easing her sore body. She was unaware as of yet that Marash had gotten up to follow her, so she simply continued with what she was doing, dipping under the water and staying a moment before surfacing, eyes shut, head tilted back as steam rose off her body into the night air. "So you come to bathe while she plays a dangerous game"Marash stands behind her and speaks as she appears above the suface again.She steps into the water, a faint hiss of steam from her body as the cooler water hits the intense heat of her own."He is only just created and she has given herself to him, is he not ours to take, not the other way about?" Looking over her shoulder at Marash as she comes up behind her, she shrugs faintly. Moving to face the woman as she climbs into the water, she shoves her hair behind her shoulders, sitting in nearly shoulder deep waters."Of course she plays a dangerous game. But what would you have me do? And while perhaps you see it as she has given herself to him, perhaps she's... I don't know, taking him in her own way...?" She shrugs softly, trailing water over her shoulders before starting to rub her neck slowly. She didn't want everyone to fight, they'd all worked so hard together for this. Marash sighs shaking her head, when she speaks she has mimicked Ladysia's voice to perfection."I am yours, Valraetis... I am your toy, your pet, yours to do with as you will." "Take your pleasure of me." "That does not sound like manipulation to me my dear sister, it sounds like capitulation." Sighing, she shrugs once more, still rubbing her her neck slowly while watching Marash."I remember what she said, sister... Perhaps she was simply placating him, so that he would not do something rash? I... Oh, you know I don't know whats going on with her, why must you persist in asking such things?" It frustrated her, and she knew that while she was the younger of the three, they seemed to think of her as a child at times. "Oh stuff and nonsense girl, she has given herself to him instead of taking and it will be up to the two of us to try and stop him from over running us all!"She sighs."Turn round and let me put some heat into that neck of yours, I can't afford you to be all uptight and huffy if we are to sort this silliness out."She beckons her to turn and come nearer. Giving a faint frown, almost like a child that's been caught and reprimanded, she did as she was bade, turning her back and scooting to sit between Marash's legs."...I'm not being huffy..." She half muttered, pulling her thick hair out of Marash's way and letting it fall over her shoulder in front of her. Sighing lightly, she closed her eyes, finding she was actually looking forward to Marash's help and touch. "I didn't say you WERE huffy, I sadi you would be...now hush and let me concentrate or I may burn you."Marash wrapped her long legs around the younger woman and pulled her closer, resting her hands lightly on and around Lena's neck.A gentle heat began to eminate from them, not a heat like that of the water of the spring, but a deep tingling heat that settled into her muscles, everywhere that Marash's body that touched her.It filled her with calmness and a feeling of wellbeing.Marash too sighed, because the only way in which she could give this feeling was to fill herself with it also, allowing it to flow gently from her like the scent of a jasmine on a warm nights breeze. Slipping back and closer as she was pulled, she nodded faintly, remaining silent, as she had no wish to be burned. As the heat began to move into her sore muscles, she felt them slowly starting to relax. Letting out another pleased sigh of relief, she half moans as well, leaning back a bit more against Marash, enjoying the quiet moment, the touch, the night air. Marash sighs too, as though their emotions are linked together, she wraps her arms around Lena neck, holding her close as she does so whispering to her."See little one? Thats making us both feel better is it not?"She allows her lips to touch her ear lobe sending the tingling heat down through her neck, shivering herself as she does so. Leaning back fully against Marash's body, she nods, her eyes having drifted shut. Sighing and shifting faintly at the feeling of the lips to her ear, she lets out another soft moan, fingers dancing slowly along Marash's thighs."Yes..." She breathes the word, not willing to open her eyes, nor move overly much for fear of losing the feelings she had now. She whispers even quieter now as she runs her hands gently down to cup Lena's breasts, allowing the tingling heat to flow a little stronger."And how much shall we relax ourselves little one?" Another soft moan emitted from her parted lips, her head falling back to rest against Marash's shoulder. Her back arched into the touch to her breasts, fingers continuing along Marash's thighs gently, though a bit more firmly."Mmm, completely..." She'd never been close to being the most sexual of the three, but she had her moments, they all knew that. Marash smiled, her small fangs appearing in her smile as her eyes flashed briefly.She ran one hand down the young womans stomach as she leant over and covered her mouth with hers, their lips almost sparking as they touched. Tilting her head up to meet the kiss, one of her hands raises over her shoulder to let her fingers sink into Marash's hair. Pressing further back against her, she rolls her hips faintly, her body starting to react more and more to Marash's touch, and not in the sort of relaxing way it had to begin with. Marash lets out a small moan as she parts Lena's lips with her tongue and pushed it inside her mouth, feeling, touching and tasting her, gently breathing her tingling heat straight into her body, invading her with a delicious sweet taste and feeling. Shuddering gently as she feels that sweet feeling flowing through her, she moans once again, letting her tongue move to dance along Marash's, her body starting to turn towards the older womans, wanting to press closer to her, to touch her more, and be touched more. She wasn't really thinking about it anymore, she was letting her body and instincts guide her. Marash pulled her round so she could run her hands down her back and down onto her thighs continueing to pour her passion into her through her kiss. As soon as she'd been able to turn and face Marash, she moved to straddle her lap, wrapping her arms about Marsh's shoulders and continuing to kiss her deeply, rolling her hips lightly once again, her breasts pressed tightly to Marash's own.

The Perfect Creation_

Reflections of the past (Elven Sex Goddess & Gannameade)

( of the pastThe story starts with a old southern plantation in Mississippi, outside of Biloxi. The plantation home, is rootedin the history of the old south. Once hundreds of slaves worked the plantation.There is an old wives tale that the plantation is haunted. A ghostly apparition is said to appear in the home's mirrors and other reflected surfaces. A beautiful red head that one would swear is from over a hundred years ago. When the south rebelled and formed the confederacy.The wives' tale story; Near the end of the civil war. Edmond McGregor known for his cruelty to his slaves. Has returned home with his decimated confederate Calvary unit. A colonel he has returned with the evilest of intentions. That is to put to death all the slaves he owned. He be dammed if they are given freedom, since Lincoln had just issued the proclamation in releasing them. After the agonizing loss the confederate army suffered at Gettysburg.However, all his slaves save for one have been released. His youngest, his daughter has released them when word came of the proclamation by president Lincoln. Yet it is not what set off the colonel. It is he has caught his daughter in bed with a negro slave. Her lover, he has his men take out the slave her lover and hangs him. After lynching the lover, he goes to end his daughter's life.Only to shoot her or a reflection of his daughter. For a old witch, a vadun Santeria voodoo witch doctor. Who had been one of his slaves, had placed a curse upon his family. That they would not die, that they would be trapped in the mirrors. Be but ghostly reflections to witness the decay of the plantation and the poverty to come for the next generations.He finally finds his daughter and kills her trapping her in the mirror not in death but in life. The decades come and go, all the family has died and are trapped in the mirror including the colonel. All of them save one, finding release when the plantation is lost to the family in the 1950s.Rose mirror world has for the past seventy years been so very lonely. Once sense she has found peace with the loss of her family. As the plantation was lost to the family all those years ago. She through did not find peace or perhaps release.But now while watching the cleaning crews, it told her another was coming. Someone or somebody has come to own the plantation that once was in her family.As for why she was still her, that she has no clue to the why. Aaron Gregory( no idea why he was here…yes he did. The family had been in this house for decades, he had no idea why they wanted to keep, the rat trap for the supernatural. His grandmother told him to not be afraid she would protect him and teach him how to protect himself. He learned his skill well, better than he wanted too. In the end he became a spook, he could see and usher the supernatural to the other side or slay it. He had only run into a few over his lifetime that were worth a damn, most were evil, selfish or down right sadistic. But he knew how to send them over most of the time, by conventional means or by magic. He realized that if he couldn’t beat his grandmother, his cousins, he might as well join them. He was supposed to be a witch…he couldn’t make himself do so, he was a warlock. He was gifted in his craft, his banishings and elemental magic made him a force to be reckoned with.He was drove up to the place that his family owned. He was alone, the place had been left to him in the will. He was supposed to stay here in the place for six months before demolishing it or selling it. He knew the place was valuable, he wasn’t sure by how much, but he could stay in this antiquated mausoleum to hate and bigotry if it would allow him to retire to some beach or island living his life in comfort. He wasn’t like most of those of his skin tone, he didn’t fear ghosts…some ghosts feared him!He entered and looked around already feeling eyes upon him, dark grim evil eyes, as well as those that were just curious. He remembered the layout of the house having played here when he as much younger. Now he would be in the room he always found himself in not the master bedroom, but one just as nice. The one room where he felt some semblance of peace and comfort. He dropped his bags at the door of the closet. He knew he needed to clean the place but he might have to hire that out the actual cleaning of the place. The first thing he did was light and drop sage bomb from the second story banister and it burst blowing particles into the air from the incense smoke that seemed to filter into most of the rooms downstairs and work its way up. He was glad he liked the scent otherwise he too would have been smoked out, he put other scents with it to help it not be too over powering for him as well. With that he let that settle as he went to clean his room first. ( watched the man in her home. A vague familiarity is felt about this man. As if she should know him, he is African. As she peers out the mirror from the reflection. It draws her, she cannot pull away from looking at the man she knows not. Yet a feeling as if she has known him all her life.So focus is she on watching this man. That she does not realize a shape is taking form on her side of the reflective surface of the mirror. It is dark like a black cloud of swirling smoke. As if it is beginning to take shape.Aaron finds himself drawn to a mirror. He sees himself being reflected back. A reversed mirrored image. However, he is suddenly struck with a feeling of being watched intently. No one else is in the room with him. But the being watched feeling does not go away.It is subtle, he realizes his ethereal spirit is bleeding into the mirror. To a witch, he would instantly realize this is some powerful magic being worked on him. As his spirit is being pulled. Yet it is not being ripped from him, it is being stretched. Just as when one travels through the astral in their ethereal form.But why? Aaron is unpacking this place always seemed to hold some familiarity to it. He wasn't sure why, he was told often that he had an old soul. He knew from his grandmother that was true to some degree, but for him he just chalked it up to wisdom, being wise beyond his years. He figured that was what it was that left in his mind. Some residue of a past life. It helped that he believed in magic on this side too. He used it to defend himself so it helped to believe. He chuckled to himself at that thought.He looked around feeling eyes upon him he pulled out a light flare with just the movement of his hand something he learned he could, easily turn into a fireball if he needed too. But nothing was there but he was feeling it. Cold and a bit worn as well it was familiar to him when he took the time to astral project or step into the Ether also. But why? He pondered as he checked around the mirror he saw nothing and yet a piece of him was being leeched into the mirror and he needed to determine how and why?!? It wasn't forceful so much as it was a summoning and he was wondering who or what could do that to him?!? ( would realize as he begins to feel a presence back behind him. As he studies the mirror and his own reflection. That he is not actively being drawn into the mirror. No something is reaching out connecting with him.A possession attempt, is this what it is.Rose watches the man in her family home. The sense of familiarity strong. The pain of loss, all those ages ago. Those feelings swarm over her. But sorrow does not flood her. A sense of finding is felt. A strange sensation to feel. When suddenly she sees two of them, to of the man that is doing strange things to her. At that moment she realizes she is outside the mirror. Escape the powerful magics that has held her in the suspended animation. Of never growing old.Just as Rose realizes she is on the other side. You see a beautiful naked redheaded white woman standing behind you. Who appeared out of nowhere.At that moment a loud bang is heard upstairs. An as Aaron turns to confront the redheaded beauty, to find she is gone. Is it her who did something upstairs?Rose finds herself back in the other world that has been hers for over a hundred years. The sweet smell of gulf air gone. The feel of the humidity lost. The masculine smell of the man that is in her home now a new fresh memory.The sensations felt by Aaron has stopped. Did she go upstairs, the loud thump says she might have. The one when he turned to face her. Aaron watched the energy change around him, it was the mirror. He was drawn to it He looks and sees his own reflection, nothing out of the ordinary. He does feel something, he wants to go get his portable spectrograph but doesn't needed it he knows the place is haunted with something. It always has been, he wasn't sure if anything was bold enough to attack him. The very fact alone through him off. But he was watching carefully until, he saw her a very naked shapely redhead. He was about to attack her as plasma formed around his hand, but then there was a bang and he turned around only to see that she was gone. He turned back and looked at the mirror.Since she was gone he took off upstairs to find out what that was as well, he was in here alone...or supposed to be so that left him with going up to investigate. His hands were glowing with energy as he moved upstairs to look around. He continued to move and check the upstairs area to make sure everything was ok.He wondered who she was, his mouth watered as he shook his head realizing he had been without a woman of his own for quite sometime. A very long time if a ghost...even one that looked like that was making him have those thoughts. He continued to look around for now. Aaron rushed up the stairs. The room above the one he was in is a small library in the home. A book has fallen off of one of the bookshelves. It has landed open. The style of the book is from the 1900's, the cover, binding. Aaron finds he is drawn to the page open.Life given empowerswhen death begins the journeyages flow, reincarnations cycle.As you read the passage in the book. Which seems written in blood. You feel the weight of many lives and of many deaths that you have experienced in the past hundred or more so years.His death paid the priceimmortality granted.Immortality granted? Whose? These questions likely would cross Aaron's mind.He shall not remember,she shall only be freed with true loveTrue love, freed. More phrases that make no sense or do they. Is the apparition that he sensed trapped. It would only make sense.Only true love will allowthe choices each will make to undo the curse. Only the choices made each make will undo the curse. So there is two people involved, is it another apparition. If so he did not sense such.There is an old wives tale that the plantation is haunted. Suddenly the blood written words suddenly swirl and the teletype ink of the period on the page.A ghostly apparition is said to appear in the home's mirrors and other reflected surfaces. A beautiful red head that one would swear is from over a hundred years ago. When the south rebelled and formed the confederacy.The wives' tale story;Near the end of the civil war. Edmond McGregor known for his cruelty to his slaves. Has returned home with his confederate Calvary unit. A colonel he has returned to put to death all the slaves. He be dammed if they are given freedom. However, all his slaves save for one have been released. His youngest, his daughter has released them when word came of the proclamation by president Lincoln. Yet it is not what set off the colonel. It is he has caught his daughter in bed with a negro slave. Her lover, he has his men take out the slave her lover and hangs him. After lynching the lover, he goes to end his daughter's life. Only to shoot her or a reflection of his daughter. A noose flashes, in your mind. Than a oldvadun Santeria voodoo witch( Who you suddenly remember or get the thought. She was a slave also, the lover of the colonel's. She was cruel and mean to the other slaves, held a lofty position as if she were the wife of the colonel. Yet she was naught but like them. ‘ What is this? Reincarnation??’ The thoughts give way to names, to faces, to images and all of them look like him but with different names. At least three lifetimes ago. Maybe four all of them met a rather tragic end, in or around this house! It made him shiver at the ‘price immortality granted’ Written in blood.‘True love…whose?’ He was more confused by the statement rather than cleared.The witch woman he knew, she was pretty but he couldn’t feel sorry for her because she had chosen the wrong side. The man shot his own daughter how cruel. Simply because she loved a black man…not just any black man…him…he could feel that part of him there…he felt connected was it truly him that had been killed many times over simply because of the woman he loved. Was that who the redhead was? His lover? He smirked he could see it and he felt some of the pain at not being able to be there for her or with her to protect her. But it was hard to protect anyone when you were dangling from a tree by your neck.He went downstairs to stand in from of the mirror. He created a salt circle to summon who was in the mirror a part of him was hopeful but another part of him remember that she might not be alone. He slowly began the summoning hoping to breech the other side. ( is drawn to the mirror. As Aaron began invoking the summoning spell. It gripped Rose and pulled her to the mirror. At first, she could only see her own reflection in the mirror. Then slowly her refection began to change, and Aaron her lover from so long ago began to take shape and reflect back in the mirror.As Aaron stands before the mirror summoning. He sees his reflection. Then slowly his own reflection begins to transform and the naked redheaded young woman stands looking back at him. He knows for some reason her name is Rose. How and when he gained that fact is unknown.'Aaron'He does not hear it, not with his ears. It comes in his mind as if he has heard it. As he sees the Rose utter one word and it is his name.As his attention is drawn on Rose. Slowly the grains of salt begin to spread and finally the circle dissipates. And at that moment the reflection of Rose ends and Aaron sees himself in the mirror once again.For Rose Aaron stays longer in her reflection. But the way his eyes move now in response. She knows he no longer sees her again. Then finally her own reflection stares back at her and an emptiness fills her and a loss again like the day he learned Aaron life was strung out on a rope as it fled his body. Aaron is looking at the woman before him staring at her with some recognition. He knows her he is unsure how as if something is reaching of his mind and telling him who she is...who she is to him. He is lost on how and why, but he knows that somehow they are more than connected. Immortal...is she immortal on that side? Is he on this one? Are they bound to live their lives apart, the witch the backstabbing witch, and the curse is it on her or on him? He moved to slide his hands over her curves his fingers, sliding to touch her flesh only to be rebuffed by the flat planes of the mirror before him.'Yes?' Was his response as his eyes meet hers. The next the spell fades and she is gone.He doesn't like confusion and he needs more answers. He not sure but he will need to figure out a way to get the answer from her. He goes back to the book seeking answers. It is then he thinks of a spell to get them.He works to try to find something that would let him at least speak to the spirit wondering what is the connection between them. He believes he knows but can he find out without losing himself...or losing...her...again? Was that the true connection?!? ( back away from the mirror. Rose who can only see herself now in the mirror. The reflection of life on the other side. A life she had been thrust from and put into this mirrored world. To live an eternity in the ethereal world.But the pull of magic had done something. She feels it now, as the wound on her chest right over her heart is slowly closing. The wound caused by her father the very last thing that happen before she found herself trapped on this side of the mirror. It had opened up as if it were made that very moment before. As if all those years have not gone by.Aaron is left with clues he was led to, the knowledge of a beautiful ginger spirit. One that he feels a powerful connection with. Searching his memory of the last moments of his attempt to call the spirit to his side. This side of the mirror. He now recalls that a wound began to open up over her slight left of center upon her bosom. A wound like a gunshot wound over the heart.The Gazatteer is over 150 years in business. It was before the civil war, it has archives of old news stories. It is something he needs to check out he realizes. Perhaps who this ginger beauty is, will shed light in a long ago story. It seems a trip to town is in order. Aaron as more than enough clues to lead him into town. He needs to know who this is, what is this connection to her. The pull is strong, as if she is no stranger but something…someone far more familiar…if not dear to him. His hand touches the mirror feeling a deep want and longing but he turns to dress and head out. He knows the archives in town as his own have been exhausted. He have only a few hours for his research before the place closes once again. He moves to get there as he doesn’t know how long this will take but he does know that he needs answers more than the need to sleep or unpack. In the back of his mind he sees her, looking in his rear view mirror he could see her and the wanton call and need to touch her once more. He shakes of the thought, sure he had a penchant for redheads but he doesn’t even know…that woman. At least he tells himself that, but truth be told if she was real he would be making love to her till they both passed out, that much he knew. He would help send her to the other side. That was all he could do…right?!?He pulled up to the library went to the Gazetteer archives and went straight to work. Aaron finds himself immersed in microfilm, the actual papers of the Gazetteer. Too brittle and in the late 1940's after the war. All the old papers were put on the microfilm. Thankfully he has a time period to go by thanks to the other clues found at the house. Still, it is not simple search with Google.After about two hours. It was a different time, Confederacy was strong. It's late 1864, the daughter of confederate officer who was the owner of the plantation he now owns. Had released the slaves. Rose is her name, there it is a picture is there.( photo of a painting of a southern belle from the civil war era. It has been enhanced from the old newspaper black and white photo. Done likely in the 1960's. Its a picture of the daughter Rose standing with the Gulf of Mexico as a backdrop. More than that it is the spirit, the girl that is trapped in the mirrors. Which means the spirit is Rose.You get this sense of strong de ja'vu. That strong sense of connection as if your life is entwined with hers. Yet how could that be, the two of you are born over a hundred years apart. Yet you feel that strong connection. Aaron was looking at Rose, he smirked at how lovely and shapely she was. Seems his desire for redheads hadn’t changed. He smirked thinking that his past life he had been devouring that woman. He definitely could see why her lovely voluptuous form seemed to all to him even now. The dress was too big, but at this point, he would have, been very naughty in that time period with that dress being that big with it hiding all he was doing to her under it and trying to keep her to hold a straight face. Even now if what he was guess was true…he wondered. No…he guessed it was her maybe…being in love with him that caused her demise. That thought hurt him even more than a century later…not much had changed depending on the part of the country one lived in.“In another life, you were my beloved?” he said allowed to no one as he touched the screen. There was another part of him that filled him with some dread. What if he were to bring her back? Could he? Would she be able to come through the mirror or would she need a host? If she were to come through…what else could come through?Still, a part of him wanted to see her, really see her, that part of him that was calling to his heart not just her body that seemed to summon him like a magnet to rekindle the flame that seemed to burn within him, like something that would obviously never die!He made copies of a few things and would pick up some extra items to hopefully summon Rose if only to talk to her, he wondered whom he was trying to fool? That part of him that knew that this woman on the other side of the mirror was his soulmate that he needed to get too…or the fact that if he were able to contact her or touch her that he would actually just ‘talk’ to her? ( silence is barely palpable. Not that her world has sound. It's been eerily quiet for a while since sounds filled the old home. He is gone, and now there is nothing but silence. She is not sure or why she is naked. It is how she woke up in this strange in between world.More than that she should be an old lady. Yet she is like a young woman, a girl to be precise. Her private area is smooth bare as if she was not a young woman. She had taken her father's razor and shaved. One would think in over a hundred years that it would have grown back. She is like one of those Disney princesses, trapped. Yes she knows, you can see a lot from her side. Of course those were the old movies by Disney in cartoon form. Cinderella and Snow White and seven dwarfs.Nor can she remember when she last ate. She remembers the agony of healing. The wound had been real, her own father had attempted to murder her. Perhaps she has been murdered and now this is her purgatory. Such would make sense to her.That winsome look, looking out into the world that is beyond her reach. Not with wanting to touch it. But to see Aaron. She needs him just as she needs the air to breath.A dark ominous force is seeping into the town of Biloxi. Even now as Aaron has finished up. He feel that cold breath of danger lurking. It looks like its going to rain with a storm coming off the Gulf. Yet it is more than the storm that brings a feeling of banality to him.( sees a woman stagger across the street. She is wrapped in a sheet. A quite fetching African woman. She acts as if she is drunk, or on drugs. As she stumbles along the opposite sidewalk across the street. You see a Biloxi squad car turn onto the street. They have not seen her. You could cross and take control. Keep her from getting arrested or at the very least harassed. Or you could just leave her, likely a drug addict that is wandering around looking for the next fix.When he makes his decision, it will seem too late either way. That the two officers in the squad car have seen her and now the squad car is slowly rolling up on her. It will allow him to either get to her or leave the scene and what ever happens behind him. Aaron Gregory(’t exactly sure what to make of all of this but the woman was familiar…intimately familiar from the looks of it. He could feel it whenever he was close to her as well as a certain longing that he didn’t think would come up for another woman since his ex. She had been nothing like this woman his…Rose! He shook the thought away. Why was she…his! What had he missed and what made him think that she was his…or wanted to be so. She was and apparition one that felt very real and yet now he wanted nothing more than to cross that divide and know…all about her. He shouldn’t have hungered for her, but he did in so many ways it was an ache one born not only of loneliness but a distant longing that seemed to awaken more every time he was near her.***********************************************There is that part of Aaron that is interested in helping but he is in no position to help her much less himself. He was watching for a bit, but then when the police showed up he made himself scares. The approaching storm told him his need to get home and out of it. He could only imagine what they would do to the drug addled woman. He needed to get home, he was well aware the barrier between worlds would be slack for bit while the storm was brewing but truth was he really didn’t know how long this particular storm was actually going to last. ( police are rough with the woman. As they take and grab the woman. She is tossed bent over the squad car. The roughness is born out hatred and fear. The woman is being demeaned as one of the cops rips the sheet from her. The other one begins a strip search of the woman. She is violated by fingers pushing into her pussy and then a thumb into her ass.All of this happening as Aaron drives off. The folks that are out and about this day. Turn a blind eye to the scene. The storm now lets out a torrential downpour. The scene in his rearview mirror becomes distorted as sweeping side way downpour of rain comes blasting in.The female is dragged into a ally by the two officers. Aaron Gregory(’t exactly sure what to make of all of this but the woman was familiar…intimately familiar from the looks of it. He could feel it whenever he was close to her as well as a certain longing that he didn’t think would come up for another woman since his ex. She had been nothing like this woman his…Rose! He shook the thought away. Why was she…his! What had he missed and what made him think that she was his…or wanted to be so. She was and apparition one that felt very real and yet now he wanted nothing more than to cross that divide and know…all about her. He shouldn’t have hungered for her, but he did in so many ways it was an ache one born not only of loneliness but a distant longing that seemed to awaken more every time he was near her.***********************************************There is that part of Aaron that is interested in helping but he is in no position to help her much less himself. He was watching for a bit, but then when the police showed up he made himself scares. The approaching storm told him his need to get home and out of it. He could only imagine what they would do to the drug addled woman. He needed to get home, he was well aware the barrier between worlds would be slack for bit while the storm was brewing but truth was he really didn’t know how long this particular storm was actually going to last.Aaron could by no means help at present so his focus was to drive home. Everything within him wanted to go back but the woman was drugged up and surely the police could much better handle the situation than he could. His attention was on the woman that seemed to call to him from the mirror, he knew not why but there was something about her that seemed far more familiar than he wanted to recognize or believe. He was glad he was in his jeep as the storm picked up and he had only one chance to get out before the small road just beyond the bridge was washed out.He had pictures and items intact and he made his way to the house and was able to get in without most of it being waterlogged. He spread the items out on the table and he moved to try to piece things together making his own timeline of events as he was truly determined to figure this out. He set his time pendulum so that when it slowed he knew he had spent enough time on this particular project. ( would arrive home. The storm continues to rage, the woman distressed he had seen and police were on his mind. Through nothing more happens to him having returned home. So with he would go through his activities for the evening and retire for sleep in his bed without further incident. The ginger haired woman that he has had visions of does not make appearance through this time.Rose watches Aaron with the feeling of longing. Trapped on the other side. Watching him living life going through whatever he is doing during this time leading up to him retiring to bed.Watching him through the mirror in the room. She watch him go to sleep. The winsome feeling of strong desire causes her to sit on the bed with in the mirror reflection. The longing growing ever stronger. As the emptiness of her existence. Aaron would be stirred to a presence near. As he come awake from his sleep. A sleep which has been distraught with scene of the woman on the street and of the ginger haired woman that he has caught glimpses of in the mirror. Wakes up to that very woman the ginger sitting on the edge of the bed. She does not seem to notice him. A melancholy aura pervades her aura. A deep sorrow of longing hangs over her.She is nude, as he has seen in the mirror and in the flesh and blood before him, even more beautiful. Aaron turns to the woman that he wakes on seeing , the twilight still there it is late but that half period between midnight and the next day still lingering. He moves to stir half sleep still but the figure is still there as he blinks, the depression in the bed indicating that an actual presence is there as he moves his fingers toward her naked flesh very tentative about touching or if he will touch at all. He is nervous very much so because he has been yearning and all but aching for this woman since he first laid eyes on her.That part of him that swears she is…that would be…if she were more than a ghostly reflection in the mirror not just his lover, but oh so much more. The stillness of the air reminds him that there is something more in the room than him. The redheaded woman before him is gorgeous in form and features and he is more than yearning for more than simply the sight of her! His hand touches her expecting her to fade from view once again, like a bubble being popped beneath his fingertips. ( beautiful ginger hair woman, turns her head. Looks down upon Aaron as he stirs awake. A deep sadness i within the depths of her eyes. Those bright expensive eyes gaze upon him. Yet more than sadness is within them. There is a deep love within them, when she looks down upon him. It's no love of simple infatuation, it's a love that crosses through time, worlds and dimensions. A love so strong that it tethers reach through the passage of time. crosses the threshold. Pierces the barrier and provides the moment.She doesn't disappear, instead Aaron begins to feel the blanket and sheet being pulled back. As she leans in. When he suddenly realizes she is climbing over him. Belie climbing over him, she is gone to straddle him. As she saddles over and rests against his crotch. Her bosom heaves up and down with each abated breath taken. Her beautiful ginger hair falls cascading down around him. As she leans in to kiss Aaron.Softly he whispers before her lush lips press against his. "My love." Aaron doesn't move he only watches as the ginger mane woman shifts to move over him, her body feels real as if she not only is there...she is supposed to be there. His fingers only stroke through the caress of her skin, the smooth silky touch of her flesh beneath his fingertips. His eyes flutter still wanting to sleep so that his dream...lover...does not evaporate with the wakening of his mind to the reality that she was truly not there. Yet the feel of her has given into the movement of her lush body against his own; as she moved up to straddle him and he looks up into her eyes, he shivers at the feel of her silky petals against the deep hardness of his skin as he slowly slides against her.His fingers move to caress her thighs, sliding up and over the cusp of her buttocks as his fingers dig into her very taut behind squeezing her into his dark hardened planes. His mouth comes open, breathing against her lips, as he feels her soft chest rubbing against his own more firm form. "My Heart!" He says as their lips claim one another across the expanse of time itself, his hips pumping slowly against her as his mouth opens to let his tongue dance over hers. ( feels her tremble as his fingers dance over her thighs, teasing to come around and clasp her buttock's cheeks. While raising his head to lift into the kiss she initiated as she lowered her head. She reciprocates his words. "My love." Ending as their lips lock and they kiss. Passion heats between them. She clearly felt something. Arousal, such is evident as her nipples grow quite perky as they kiss. Such is evident immediately as they brush against Aaron.She breaks the kiss her hands cup his face as she looks down at him. Desperation in her eyes. A pleading to them."Find her, set me free...."Whiles she speaks she is fading becoming insubstantial until she is no longer there. And Aaron is left alone. With the cryptic words of 'find her, set me free'. Her words made him shiver in the nervousness of her tone. Just hearing it awakened something within him. He kissed her more, she was lovely and he longed for this to be true. He yearned for the ache to be sated and he felt that she knew how to do it…without him teaching her to do so, she would just know him, his wants, his urges, his desires…for her!He feels her nipples graze against his chest, he not only wants to be inside of her…he wants her inside of him as well…as if he knew his life was within her.“Who…find…I need you to be free!?!” He said.He falls to the floor on his knees still clenching for her but she is gone! And the ache within his chest is now so much more acute. Once again, who is he to find. Who ever this person was, he needed a name. So far that name has not been given. Would he wait for her. To suddenly appear again. Or would he try something like a séance. However, first he would need to find someone that did those things.She had not given the name. Why could she not give the name. The curse prevents such of so it seems.Was that woman accosted by the police the vagrant drug addict. Did she have something to do with it. He was going through a fit full night's sleep. He was restless, hungry, aggravated. He knew that someone needs to give him more information...some information. He knew his own magic couldn't pull her up or bring her to him. The name...the name of her was important. He would have to use a scrying pool to hopefully see who could help him summon her. He had his ritual in his closet and as he looked into the water he frowns at the very thought of the woman he allowed to go with the police last night acting like a doped-up drunk was the same person he needed for the summoning ritual. "Damnit all!" He continued to tap the water and it told him what he needed to know. She was...still in jail! Lucky for him. He put up his things, cleaned up, and prepared to go and get her as he needed his...his mate to be released!!He drove his jeep back into town and went to the sheriff's station to inquire about her and getting to see her. They had some...negotiating to do...first. ( reaches the station, a gruff older woman sits at the desk in a sheriff's deputy's uniform. She has sergeant stripes and looks to be in her late forties to early fifties as her hair is peppered with gray hair. Aaron finds out the woman he had seen accosted in the ally when picked up by the other deputies. Has already been arraigned and a bail of $1000 has been set. Her name is Reese Jones. Would he pay her bail and get her released? He will not be able to talk to this woman without getting her released. And to do that he have to put up her bail. As it seems, no one else is going to do it.Reese huddles in a corner of her cell. A sheet have draped around her naked body. Twice now she has been raped by a couple of the deputies. Of course, she just rocks back and forth. High on meth and other drugs. She doesn't realize or seem to care that her rights have been violated. It'll be her lot for the next six months. For that is how long her speedy trail will come.However, behind the seeming drug addict is another story. Hidden behind the drugs and the blatant degradation of her. One where Aaron will need to get her out first. And than when he gets her. She will need to be cleaned up and sobered. Aaron was fully intent on getting answers from this one. He needed those if he had any intent on getting his love back. He could afford that much, glad it wasn’t more he would have to reconsider, despite his good finances didn’t mean he was one for just throwing money away.Now he had to deal with taking care of the woman and cleaning her up. He could only guess as to what the deputies had done to the lovely naked woman that even now looked traumatized. With a subtle spell of corruption, he had let it seek out those that had violated her to inflict them with the disease until they came clean and atoned for their actions.He cut himself slightly and put his hand on the door of the precinct subtly to seal the new curse.He moved to escort her to the car, he needed to take her home and to clean her up, which he would do. He needed her sober and alert to get the answers he needed from her. He could do a rapid detox and he probably would if only to get his own questions answered the rest he would have to take time, but he could very much flush her system. ( penetrated the fog within her brain. That she is being saved. Still incoherent, still hazed by the drugs in her system. Yet she does not lash out. No violent outburst or fit as Aaron takes and guides her to his car. Was it the magic he let loose, is that which calms her. The curse he set upon her antagonists, the cops that raped her this past night.The woman stinks of pee and sex. This is even more noticeable in the confines of his car. Aaron will need to have his car detailed to get the smell out of it. She through is now docile. Which is a good thing. As he now drives her home. That is his home, for he didn't know where she lives.Arron and Reese arrive back to the antebellum home. Rose does not sense his return. From the pocket dimension, she has been in for over a hundred and fifty years. Kt is the first time she will have not sensed him in the house. As he escorts Reese into the home.Reese feels a jolt run through her. When she enters the house she has been brought to. It makes her lift her head and look. She has never set foot into the home before. Yet a familiarity sweeps over her, even in her drug haze. And than she passes out, Aaron will have to catch her to keep her from hitting the floor. Aaron realizes this is the woman...he could have saved. But he was in a hurry and didn't stop. He just focused on trying to get to his love...and this woman was injured in the process. He does feel bad as he takes her to his car, he knows he will have to deal with the smell, the stench is what it is, but he will do what he can't to help her. He can't undo what he did but he can work to give her some semblance of humanity back.He parked the car near the add-on garage that he will probably clean tomorrow he won't be able to wait for the detailer if he is to drive it at all. But he remembers the mobile guy and will make an appointment for first thing in the morning. He will find out who the officers were when he is consulted on whom to contact to remove the spell from them. Each one of them will feel the same pain until they atone!He misses her already even with the woman here. He finds himself looking for his love.He watches as the woman passes out and he lifts her from the floor...the stench is too much for him as he moves to carry her to the bathroom, but he disrobes her first. The clothes he sets aflame in the fireplace and he returns to carry her into the bathroom.He starts to wash her as he pulls forth some herbs from his area, he knows this rapid detox is going to her but the shower is the best place for her right now. He works on cleansing her now inside and out. He does his best with his jeans on he scrubs her to clean her 3-4 times to wash it is during this time that her system is flushed and her body gets rid of the toxins however it can. But he just makes sure it is away from him!Once they are both done he towels her off, even now he could see why the officers took their liberties upon her she was most definitely lovely...clean up at least. Under different circumstances that honey bronzed skin would call to him as well. He put a gown on her and moved to tuck her in, she was very pretty and now she smells good too! ( Reese it's like a surreal dream. For she wakes in a catonic state. Unresponsive to what is happening around and with her. As she is stripped and put into a bath. Her mind numb to the shock of her being nude in front of a man she did not know. The drugs and being raped repeatedly would do that to a person. She only whimper and open her legs expecting Aaron to rape her. The fight had been bashed out of her by repeated abuse. The need for more drugs growing by the minute. Withdrawals beginning to come about as she is shaking because of such.She through is not raped, no she is washed repeatedly. Scrubbed so hard that she whimpers more with the scrubbing she is given. Until she once again passes out. The growing need for a fix, the exhaustion of the past weeks coming hard upon her. She cannot keep her eyes open. Exhaustion knocks her unconscious once again.Rose cannot see, nor is she seen through any of the mirrors. A feeling of drifting, as if she is moving farther away from the living. Like a greater expanse is being formed and putting her away beyond reach of the other side. Aaron is focused on getting his Rose back and this is the way...she told him this woman was the key...he only wished that she smelled more like a rose but she has had a hard time especially recently. He is desperate enough to put her through a magical detox. He is cleansing her, but for his own reasons...his better than her abusers...or worse? He is not sure to be honest. Once he gets his Rose back...what will happen to this one? He doesn't want to deal with that right now. He merely focuses on getting her clean inside and out. He is sure she is going to be sick but he does help her stay asleep till most of the detox passes.He was part of the researchers that found it to be a better form of detox, they were sleeping their lives away but when they awoke, they had a better chance of coping. He could only hope this didn't prove too much for her. As he only used magic to speed up the process.Once she was out he moved to the mirror having not seen his beloved in awhile."Rose...Rose my love. I am here...I am coming for you!" He put his hand to the mirror in hopes that she would respond. When no response came he slumped in the chair to keep and eye on Reese to make sure she didn't harm herself when she woke up. ( Rose can see is her own reflection from the other side. She cannot hear Aaron as he calls to her. In his own frustration, as he sees nothing but a reflection of himself. The ginger woman that he has been drawn to is not there. For Rose dread fills her. The oppression of being alone is the catalyst that has invoked such within her. The separation of her other half.For she has felt Aaron, he has felt her. The bond that is between has crossed through time and space. So this moment when all has been closed off, both feel the agony that separation.Rose sags against the mirror her fingers pressed against. Trying to will herself through the mirror. Her nails only screech as she claws at the mirror. Sobs wreck her body to her failure to reach her true love. Aaron feels the pain of the moment as if he has lost a limb. He is not sure what to think about this but he feels the squeezing of his chest as if something or someone is wringing out his heart. He moves as if he is moving through quicksand and he his mind seems foggy and he simply wants to sit down and just not move. If he didn’t have Reese there to take care of he simply wouldn’t move. He would lay in bed, right now he just felt like he was dying, that part of him that wanted to live. He goes to check on her to see that she is still sleep.He walks by a mirror he touches it, but still nothing. He looks at his reflection and sees nothing more than dead space, the very idea of wanting to continue on seems to wane when he imagines simply living without her. ( matter what, every mirror reflected only her own image back upon her. The world beyond, the world of living now seemed impossible to reach. Rose felt the loss greatly, not for life, but for her love is on the other side. Suddenly Rose slumps, but within her mind she is going through. It is like being put in a Kaleidoscope. The sensation is jarring, and then she slams into something and comes to a jarring halt.Reese is trapped in her own mind, the drugs done have taken their toll on her. Suddenly through there is life as she gasps as if waking up from a dream. Another presence is felt, and it is bright and overwhelming.Rose sits up, what has happened? Sitting up and just as she does so, Aaron comes into the room. She turns to look at him, stunned that he is here with her. Not realizing she is in the body of Reese. For Aaron sees the drug addict Reese that he has rescued, sitting up and looking back at him with conherent look about her. Aaron was riddled with guilt as the lovely dark skinned woman before him might have been reaching out to him and his own focused nature cause him to roll on by Now that she was here he did what he could to make amends, he mad sure she had food, clothing and shelter. He even came to check on her from time to time to makes sure she was ok. Yet he hadn't seen his beloved for a time, that part of her that was a reminder of what he had lost in the past and how he needed her here in his present. He was trying to find a way to her or get her here and yet nothing was coming to him.He has a tray in hand as he is in his tank top and sweatpants, his bare feet was what he was used to being in the house. He gazed at the half naked woman and averts his gaze. "Um ah are you hungry?" He asked with his back to her but he is still able to see all of her nubile glory in the reflected mirror. "I can get you something...anything else." He asked as he let her see the tray on the floor next to her. ( looked with confusion at the man that her love has been carried for decades. It takes a moment, and she realizes she is not herself, that she is in the body of the woman that he had brought home. Her skin like a creamy milk chocolate. She also feels the pain of withdrawal, the pain of the abuse that this woman has endured. The woman's own consciousness is buried but sensed. A timid essence.Yet all of it didn't matter. What mattered she was here with her true love. Her next words in answer to his query. "I am not hungry. Come join me in the bed, please."She wanted to feel her love against herself. Regardless if it is her body or not. Even despite the pain and withdrawal she feels. She wanted her love, and it drove her answer in response.Would Aaron join her in the bed. As this woman pleads desperately with him to join her in the bed. She has awoken in better shape then he could have expected. Considering the state she is in and likely going through drug withdrawals. Aaron was taken aback by the woman’s words. It was something for him to feel the loneliness and ache of the woman, that had been taken from him versus the woman that was here with him now. It was true she was attractive but another called to him, that made him long for her, and not the lovely was the woman that was in his presence. He was close to the bed and at the present but didn’t want to betray that which time had now called to him. Yet he could no longer sense her presence in the mirror even if his touch had called to her. She was simply no longer there!He felt some of that pang within him, that perhaps he had taken too long, and now in this moment, he was left with the fact that he had failed her once again.“I…I am not sure that is what you want? I want to take care of you and help you get clean.”He said as he breathed thinking something was wrong that he didn’t want her to feel she had to pay for his help with her body. That would make him no better than the cops she had been with a few hours prior.He was close but he didn’t move to join her thinking she still needed to detox more cause surely she wasn’t asking for…and yet there was that call to him that there was a much stronger connection between them than he wanted to admit at this moment right now.“Are you…ok?” He asked his hand reaching merely to touch her shoulder.

Reflections of the past (Elven Sex Goddess & Gannameade)

Forcing Boundaries (closed for NinnySnow)

It was funny how things seemed to fall into place for him. Just a short while after he thought he'd received one of the most crushing blows in his life...rejection far beyond what he had thought possible. It just wasn't fair. To work so hard, to try so much only to have it snatched away by forces and fates unjust and unrewarding. Who was it that seemed to have it out for him at every turn?Probably the same person that had decided to stick him with camera repair on his last day at this hellhole. It wasn't as if he'd enjoyed his job here - weekends doing tech support- but it would be helping to pay for his university tuition, his board, whatever he saw fit to spend on after high school was done. But soon, he wasn't even to have that refuge from the torture of home, as he slipped the memory card into the USB drive. He'd been doing it for the past 3 hours. Slip in 'busted' memory cards or hard drives, fix them up or clear them as necessary - if the drives were corrupted or partially wiped - and get them ready for the customer. Boring, and well below his capabilities.But all they'd pay an 18 year old for. He kept working at it, frowning in thought as he saw the data on the card load cleanly."Tyson, this one's working."he started, motioning for his supervisor.For his part, Tyson (a third year college student with long, light brown hair, and a ballcap on at all times even on duty) barely moved an inch from the desk he was sitting at nearby; several metres away as he leaned back in his chair."Stop trying to weasel out of work on your last day."he snapped. "I'll expect the rest of your fixes done in a half hour."He turned back to his PC, doing whatever he was doing before...which wasn't work.With a sigh, he turned back to his screen, double clicking on a random picture to bring it up. "Look, I'm serious...." his eyes widened as windows paint opened up (no money for better, after all) with the image he'd selected. His mouth went dry at the sight of it, and he was gaping at it long enough that Tyson started to peer at him."Something wrong?""...looks like you're right. The card's not loading."With visible effort, he closed down the image, trying hard to regulate his breathing. "It'll have to be a hard wipe."Even through his apathy, Tyson winced.For his part, the student on his last day looked around carefully, making sure nobody else was peering at his station, behind the hubbub of the well known store before opening up another image. It was the same girl he'd seen in the last one. If possible, the picture was...more explicit then the last one. And on he went. His hands went to his pocket, finding the keychain with the USB stick he always kept on it.What he was about to do was illegal, but since this was his last day anyways he wasn't feeling particularly law abiding towards the company who had just fired him without notice. With practiced motions, he cut and paste the entire library of images on the card to his stick. He placed it back on his chain before taking one final step to get rid of the evidence as he took the card out of the computer, deftly removing two of the pins that would render it useless and unreadable."No can do, boss. You'll have to give 'em a new card."He twiddled the tiny item in his hands, showing it to Tyson. "Shame."The supervisor shook his head."You done?""Yeah.""Hate to lose you."Liar. He thought back at Tyson as he continued."But with all of the cutbacks, it was necessary."With what looked like visible effort, the apathetic shift supervisor flopped back into his seat. "Could you toss that on the way out?""Sure thing."Even through his frustration at losing his job, the student smiled at the first little bit of fortune that fate had thrown his way in a while.***************When he got home, he ran up the stairs, ignoring his father (who, in turn, ignored him from his chair, watching TV), quickly closing his door, running his hand through what many termed his mop of brown hair in nervousness before plugging the stick into his computer. He hadn't even changed out of his work clothes yet, and refused to even as his computer loaded up, and eventually read the contents on his device.The images were all there. Safely tucked away in a folder away from all of the other useless crap that he kept. He opened up the first image, almost disappointed by what he saw. Just a couple of girls, goofing around. Ones that went to his school, probably, but nothing you couldn't get by spending five seconds clicking on facebook.As he cycled through them, eventually he got to the ones that, while you could spend five second clicking to find ones like them, there were none of this particular girl anywhere. Except on the card that he'd just tossed into the drain on the way home, never to be seen again. These were...naughty, dirty pictures, of a girl he'd long thought about. Respected, in many ways. Loathed, in her easy manner and how she seemed to connect with everyone. Fantasized about...like many guys in his class probably had, like anyone did about someone was unattainable as she was.To see her like this, so unhinged, so revealed so...naked. Several of these photos were the kind you took as a prank, or a dare, and put away never to be seen again. And now he had them, in his hands. A plan started to form in his head, slowly but surely. One he never thought he'd have the means to pull off, never in his darkest, deepest heart of hearts. But as he cycled through the pictures of her objectifying herself, the pieces started to fall into place. Things that had seemed cruel twists of fortune he could turn to his advantage.The evening was spent in thought, and in planning. Sleep did not come easily to him, but not out of fear.But out of excitement.*************************And it was that morning he strode into his classroom, nondescript clothing and an old backpack adorning him as he made his way to the back of the classroom. Nobody noticed him, and for once he found he preferred it. His eyes locked onto her as she walked into his homeroom; they shared many of the same classes, and today their first one matched as well.Their english teacher, one Art Robinson (not that anyone ever called him by his first name), strode into the room, typically out of style in his khakis, blue dress shirt, and an awful red sweater vest."Good morning, class. Before we begin today, I'd like to congratulate this year's Valedictorian...."a round of polite applause ensued, and he joined it as the rest of the class got to focus on the soon-to-be object of his machinations. { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } "Good morning, class. Before we begin today, I'd like to congratulate this year's Valedictorian....Jennifer Watts!" Jennifer stood up, beaming and blushing lightly to the attention she was getting.Jennifer was very pleased with herself, of course. After all, becoming Valedictorian was something she had been trying to accomplish since the first day she entered the school. Now that it had finally happened, Jennifer felt like she could maybe relax a bit for the first time. Unless she did something absolutely major in the last days of her time in high school to totally destroy her reputation, she would definitely be guaranteed a place in a top college of the country.The Valedictorian vote had been the last obstacle she had been dreading: in her school, it required a combination of having top grades and doing well in a student vote. Jennifer considered it a popularity vote and didn't really like it, but in the end, she did do well in it, which did make her feel pretty good.---A lot of her classmates considered Jenni "lucky", or "blessed", or something along those lines. She did seem to have it all made. Her grades were the top of her class; she had naturally stunning looks, an absolutely charming smile and luscious lips, a shapely yet natural figure. But most of all, she was simply extremely pleasant to be around. She was always kind and charming towards everyone. Despite her being the know-it-all super-student, she was never really bullied. Whenever anyone tried to, she just won them over with her amazingly charming presence.However, the jealous whispers of Jennifer not doing anything for her success were totally wrong. Jenni's success came at a quite heavy price: she didn't have any close friends in school. A lot of buddies, sure, and even more admirers; but she never had time for them, instead choosing to go home and study for her future. She never actually got really close with anyone.As a result, she had become almost like a goddess figure around her school. Everyone admired her, almost no one disliked her, and practically every guy in the school fantasized about her. But everyone also considered her unapproachable; she was clearly way out of anyone's class.--Jennifer was only really close with her family. When she turned 18 three months ago, she had thrown a big party with all her relatives and cousins. All her cousins were girls, girls who were way less interested in studying and way more interested in boys and messing around than Jennifer was. They had decided beforehand that Jennifer wasn't having enough excitement in her life, so what they decided to do was this:After all the grown-ups had left the party, they lured Jennifer to join a game of Truth and Dare. Over the course of the game, they got Jennifer really drunk with alcohol-related dares. And finally they had dared Jenni to pose nude while they'd take pictures.The way those pictures turned out was amazing. If such a thing is possible, she managed to look really classy in them - as classy as a wasted teenager spreading her legs for the camera can look.The next day they had looked at the pictures together, had a good laugh, and then deleted all of them from existence as Jennifer insisted.Sadly, none of them knew that copies of the pictures were automatically saved on the memory card. And none of them could ever have guessed how those pictures would come to haunt Jennifer three months later.---Jennifer sat down as the round of polite applause was dying."Way to go, Jenni!"a voice shouted from the back. Jennifer replied with a wave of hand and a smile, one of her trademark charmer smiles. He watched her smile, her wave as she presented the image of being embarrassed by all of the adulation she was getting. Just like she was supposed to be. It was always like Jennifer to present the perfect image to everyone. Never one single thing out of place; every hair on her head brushed just so, her clothes fitting her form exactly as she wanted. Every lace (or buckle, as the case was) on her shoe done up or tied. Every time she spoke in public or in private, the words were chosen with care. He knew all of that about her, or at least heard about it. Although he didn't have a ton of friends - certainly not like Jennifer, anyways - they all said the same thing when they talked about her.There can't be anything wrong with her.One time, he'd thought that, too. He'd been her lab partner for a couple of weeks last year, and she was kind to him. Whenever he was around her he felt...warm. Accepted. But they didn't hang out in the same circles. So as soon as the partnership was done, they had no more need of each other. Back to just being classmates, people who knew each other's name and said hi once in a while.Just like everyone else.Now, things had changed, though. He'd gotten hard looking at the pictures, sure. No red blooded guy wouldn't. The plans he had started to make, if he was bold and precise enough, would make it so he'd have more then pictures to feed his lust for her soon enough. As he watched her sit back in her seat, his thoughts ran to the second part of his plan, his hand idly fumbling in his bag as Mr. Robinson began his lesson for the day, the class settling in.***************Another thing that had seemed like a burden had turned into good fortune for him.Working at a well known computer store had solidified his reputation in the family as a 'techie', fairly or not (truth be told, it was knowing how to use google that fueled most of his electronic expertise). A week ago, his Aunt had dropped off her phone at their house, wondering if her wonderful nephew could patch it up 'as a favor', without taking it in to work, of course. He'd managed to fix the screen and get it to boot up cleanly - a leaky battery had been part of the culprit - but upon taking it back to his Aunt, she'd already bought a new phone with a new contract. Something about liking the 'new fangled touch screen phones' more then her older one.Other then her contract and number still running on her old phone, which she would be paying for the next six months. He had wondered how one part of the family could be so affluent and rich while he and his Dad barely managed to scrape by. He couldn't see the use in having two phones after she had offered hers to him, so he had wiped it and had almost repurposed it as gaming device before coming upon the pictures of Jennifer.Now, he had the perfect need for a phone number not attached to him - the phone came up as *PRIVATE NUMBER* whenever it phoned or texted someone. He had just checked it. So now he had explicit photos of Jennifer. And he had the means to deliver it to her.There was just one small thing missing at this point.******************************While Robinson droned on upon this or that, he was barely paying attention to him. The back of the class was good for that, and truth be told he was could sleepwalk his way to a B average in his courses. With the anticipation of what he was about to do building, his mind was focused on two things.One, on a more...thorough evaluation of Jennifer. Her body, on what she was wearing today, what he would...ask of her once she found out her naughty pictures were not as safe as she thought. And two...how exactly he was going to get her cell phone number. Having an email address was one thing - a relic of their time together as lab partners, and something facebook could get him anyways - but for the next part of his plan, he needed to be able to text her.A sly smirk lit his face as the answer came to him.Just like Regis suggested...phone a friend. The commotion died off pretty quickly as they all got seated and Mr. Robinson got on with the lecture. Jennifer was only happy to not be the center of attention anymore - she didn't loathe it and could handle herself, but all in all she was happier when she was able to just stay off the radar and focus on her work by herself.Of course, no one was really surprised about the announcement. Pretty much everyone had expected her to become Valedictorian since her junior year. She just had that air around her: smart, likeable and beautiful.---That day, Jennifer was dressed in a way very typical of her: a simple blouse, a pair of tight-fitting jeans and sandals for the warm weather. That was the way she liked to dress. Simple, elegant and classy. Jennifer actually felt she was just being lazy by not spending more time with picking and combining clothes, but in reality thJennifer was on the shorter side, only 5 foot 4. Her body was petite but shapely; her 34C breasts seemed like the perfect fit for her small frame. Whether Jennifer really understood it herself or not, the way she wore her blouse was quietly emphasizing her curves without making it too obvious or showing too much skin. She looked perfect in her modesty, just like her personality.---Ten minutes into the lecture, Jenni had pretty much forgotten all about the commotion at the start of the class, and was intently focused on listening to Mr. Robinson. Just because her main goal seemed to be accomplished didn't mean she should start slacking with her studies. She wanted to graduate with perfect grades and flawless reputation. The hour went on, and while he was far from an unable student himself, he found his thoughs unorganized, random. It was one thing to zone out because the class was boring, which he often found English to be. But his eyes kept darting to the one who was so distant, so unobtainable. Even in her simple blouse and jeans, a sandal occasionally dangling off of her cute foot, she was beautiful. Alluring. And the hardest part for him was that she acted like she didn't know it. Ignorant of her charms, the effect she had on people.The effect she had on him.He brooded for the rest of the period, saying nothing to anyone until the period ended, and he made his way to History class. He followed from an unnoticeable distance while Jennifer made her way there, lost in the hustle and bustle of students changing classes in the hallway. For that five minutes, they were all the same, simply nameless robots going to and fro at the orders of their teachers and principals, going from one room to the next. While he tended to enjoy History more then English, the silent vigil he'd kept most of the day would have to be broken; they'd be working on their paper for the whole class, which meant he'd have to talk to Darren, his partner. The assignment was to take opposite sides of an issue and write one paper that laid out the pros and cons.He knew Darren was lazy, but even he was startled when the laid back, lanky student with a short bustle of black hair, upon being asked for his cell number so they could communicate, simply slid his phone over to him."Put your number in there and I'll call you."As he got out his own phone to do the same, he slid open Darren's phone, inputting his own number in there while Darren tapped his pencil against the table. He made a quick check on Darren's contact list to make sure his contact got saved, and lo and behold, a familiar name popped up....Darren snatched the phone out of his hand, but not before he commited the number to memory, backing out to ensure his true aim was not revealed, and luckily, his clueless partner seemed to have no clue."Come on, man, stop playing with my hardware."He simply smirked in response before bearing down on the task at hand. It would've only been too perfect if Jennifer had ended up as his partner...but he'd be seeing plenty of her soon enough.Soon, everyone would be. Jennifer suppressed a yawn as she worked on her assignment. Her partner was a girl known to like partying way more than studying. She was fun company though and Jennifer didn't mind chatting with her, but it meant that the majority of the workload ended up on Jenni alone.It didn't bother Jennifer as such, in any case she liked to be in control of her own grades so she didn't mind doing the work, but it would be extra work and she was already feeling quite tired.The class went by fairly quickly in that fashion. Jennifer worked on her assignment, her partner mostly kept her company, and the minutes slipped by. He had to be careful. A plan made in one night would not be without holes, and even as he longed to put it into motion, he spent much of the day revising it, in his head. No plan ever survived contact with the enemy and even as he tried to think of every contingency, to plan for every eventuality, he accepted that there would have to be some things he'd just have to make up on the go. His work on his project was mindless; with Darren agreeing that they'd probably need one more class and maybe a meeting later. They both had the same spare period and had agreed to re-evaulate on WednesdayAt least a respite from Jennifer's presence would be coming soon; he would be off to Biology, and wasn't entirely sure where she'd be going. Right now, he didn't want her distracting him, the tantalizing thought of what he would be able to force on her hanging over his head. Lunch hour would follow, and then the two afternoon classes, one that he knew she had a spare in. It was a useful bit of knowledge gleaned from a library trip during his Physics class; he'd seen her there laughing with some of her colleagues. Maybe they were from the cheer team, the school newspaper...hell, she could even be in the math club for all he knew. Jennifer had that aura about her, that she could do whatever she wanted, be whoever she wanted to be.The presence of cell phones in their school was tolerated, but they weren't to be used in class. Biology went by uneventfully, and then a lunch hour where Matthew luckily filled every available moment with useless gibberish. Matt was a good friend; one that he was grateful for, and he had inadvertently done him a huge favor by leaving him alone with his thoughts. Well, alone in his mind, anyways.Physics started after lunch hour, and he moved to the back left corner of the class. Matt simply shrugged at him and sat in a middle row; and as the room darkened and the movie began, he carefully dug in his backpack. His real phone was in his pocket; but the one he was pulling out now was his aunt's old phone. The one someone else was paying for, due to a contract that had unlimited data and texting for the next six months. A phone that had a couple of the naughty photos Jennifer had likely thought never to see again.And, of course, that had a private number. He'd had the foresight to type the message out. A simple text message, that at first would look like something innocent:Hi hot stuff. I like your outfit today "Come on, Jenni! You have your head in books all the time anyway, you might as well join us and be done with it!"Jenni smiled at Cathy, the president of the Literary Club. Cathy had been trying to get her to join the club ever since they first met as juniors, and it definitely didn't seem like she was going to give up even though their studies were coming to an end."Oh, stop it Cathy!"Jennifer said with a laugh."You know all I read is study books! Well, okay, I love my detective stories but everyone can have one weakness!"What Jennifer didn't say out loud was that the main reason she didn't want to join Cathy's club was that she didn't want anyone else to think like she was turning them down for someone else. Pretty much every single club in the school had asked Jennifer to join at one point, and she had said no to all of them. Her excuse was always the same: she spent all her time studying. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the real reason.As loved as Jennifer was by almost everyone, she actually felt quite insecure about it. She wanted everyone to like and respect her, and the idea that someone would hate or disrespect her scared her a lot. So Jennifer would choose to not get too close to anyone rather than risk alienating even one person."You're hopeless,"Cathy said with a sigh."But I'm not giving up, I'll make you a member yet! I need to go for my English class, are you coming?""No, I have a spare now, I think I'll work on that history assignment a bit.""It's supposed to be a group assignment!"Cathy groaned."Don't tell me Lindsey is making you work on it all by yourself?""Oh, come on Cathy, it's Lindsey were talking about here,"Jenni laughed."It would take twice as long if I tried to include her!"She made it sound like a joke, but they both knew it really wasn't - Jennifer could work amazingly fast on her own. With that, Cathy left for her class and Jennifer went back in the library to look up some references for her history assignment.She had barely had time to find the right book when her cell phone vibrated silently to announce an incoming text.Hi hot stuff. I like your outfit today Jennifer rolled her eyes. She didn't know who the sender was, but it didn't concern her too much - she knew all too well that numbers spread like wildfire in the school, and it definitely wasn't the first time someone had tried to hit on her with a lame message.She thought of simply ignoring the message, but she wasn't particularly busy with the assignment, and she preferred to laugh off the courting attempts rather than act snobby. It was really a part of her insecurity: if she could help it, she wanted even the most creepy stalkers to think of her as a nice person if possible. She would humor the guy for a bit, gently turn him down, and let him back off with his pride intact, usually allowing him to pretend it was all a joke to begin with.That was Jennifer's plan this time around as well when she typed her reply.Oh thank you, I chose it just so that strangers could send me random compliments. Oh thank you, I chose it just so that strangers could send me random compliments.Her reply was so typical of her. Noncommital and evasive, yet still nice enough that nobody would think anything of her that she didn't want them to think. A courtesy for the compliment, followed by the slightest bit of sarcasm. Enough to jib, but not enough to offend.He quickly put his phone away; waiting a few minutes before quickly typing out his reply; the teacher didn't seem to be paying too much attention but it would be easy to see a solitary source of light in what was supposed to be a darkened classroom.Don't be like that, Jennifer. You're not a stranger to anyone here - class valedictorian, top of the honor roll, and an all around wonderful person.He sent that message, and then added another, more ominous one after it.I'm sure everyone in the school would like to see more of you. :) Jennifer had turned back to her books when her phone vibrated again, twice in a row. She frowned slightly as she opened the messages - same unknown number again. Jennifer was starting to think she really should have just ignored the original message - apparently this person was taking her reply as a sign that she was willing to spend some time chatting, while she really just wanted to focus on her assignment.She thought about to how to respond for a minute, and finally decided she should keep doing as before, maybe try to gently push him (or her) away.Nah, attention is not really my thing, and I think everyone should have had enough of me by now Her reply was not surprising.Nah, attention is not really my thing, and I think everyone should have had enough of me by nowBut I haven't.he thought. It looked like their teacher was finally taking notice of him, so he put the phone away, pretending to pay attention to the movie even as his thoughts were anywhere but on the boring scientist on screen, explaining things he thought the students needed to know. In his mind, he pictured her in the library, confused and probably slightly irritated at her mysterious texter. Not knowing who they were, or what their intent was. For all she knew, her 'secret' admirer was a she. The slightest of smirks crossed his lips as he thought about that prospect, the movie droning on in the darkness, giving way to brightness just before the scheduled end of the class."No point in starting anything with three minutes left. Why don't you all get on to your next period early."Most of the class stood, the sound of rustling backpacks and zippers being shut rising through the classroom, a few people deciding to chat the time away. But he pulled out his phone, getting his next message ready. Although he knew what the attachment was, he dared not linger on the sight; knowing that while his fellow students would have no problem with the picture he was about to send, his teachers might.They'd be better with it then Jennifer would be, though....he stood up, only one more press needed into his phone in order to start her downward spiral into embarassment and depravity; their last class was one they had together. Not that he wanted her to be aware of it.He was among the first students into the room, and took his customary place near the back left of the classroom. He usually sat in the back, and students seemed to be creatures of habit; once you sat at a desk, it seemed to become yours with minor alterations dependent on social cliques and absences throughout the year. He waited for her to arrive, and take her usual spot near the front before hitting 'send'.Only the most lacklustre of students would check their phones during the class, as it was an outward signal of defiance -and teachers did have the authority to restrict phone use. Their final period teacher. Miss Edwards, had yet to arrive, however, and he had every confidence Jennifer would want to sneak one more peak.Although he knew she will have wished she hadn't looked, as he kept his eyes forward, the sight of her only in his peripheral vision as his next message appeared on her phone.I've seen more of you, though. And I like what I've seen. Attached to the message was one of the photos of her he'd stolen from the memory card. Her hands were strategically positioned over her 'naughty bit's with a 'come hither' look on her face. It wasn't meant to be serious.Nobody who saw it would care about that, though. There, all done,Jennifer thought, pleased with herself. She took a glance at the clock on the library wall: still a good ten minutes before the last class of the day. The 'group' assignment was done, as far as Jennifer was concerned; all she'd have to do was spend the next class making sure Lindsey understood what their paper was about.Jenni made her way to the classroom -just one more to go- and took a seat in the front row, as she always did. To pass the few last minutes, she grabbed her pocket calendar to check if she had any assignments due tomorrow she had forgotten about (she never did forget, but she always made sure to write everything down nevertheless). Just as she was about to do this, she noticed her cellphone vibrate once again.If she knew the message was from the same unknown stranger, Jennifer probably wouldn't have bothered check the message three minutes before the class started, but she had been so focused on the assignments that she had almost forgotten about this mysterious courter. Thinking it might instead be a message from one of her friends, she decided to quickly check it - Ms. Edwards often came late for her classes anyway.Oh, great, it's him again,she thought when she noticed the sender, now annoyed that this person didn't seem to know how to take a hint.This time, though, there was an attachment. A picture. It loaded slowly, revealing more and more of the picture.Huh, that was weird. It almost looked like...Looked like...Jennifer realized what exactly the picture was right as it loaded down to her waist.It was her, definitely her, definitely naked... and judging from the way she was standing, her knees bent, hands just teasingly covering her breasts, and her misty eyes looking right into the camera with her lips pursed out... there was no doubt this picture had been taken willingly.Jennifer closed the message as soon as she could. She was in total shock.Who?How?Jennifer stared blankly in front of her for a couple of seconds, trying to make some sense out of the situation. The the thought occurred to her - did anyone else notice the message?She slowly turned around and looked all around the classroom. Almost all the students had arrived by now, most sat down, some still hanging by their friends' seats and chatting. No one seemed to pay particular attention to her, but that didn't exactly make Jennifer feel too relieved.Questions were racing through her mind. She knew what that picture was - she had been drunk, but not too drunk to forget about taking those. But it was impossible. They had deleted those pictures. The pictures had never existed outside the digital camera, and Jennifer had made absolutely sure her cousins had wiped them out.How???Jennifer slowly raised her cell again. She didn't have a lot of time before the class started, but she couldn't ignore that message. Thinking of what to type, she eventually ended up with a simple"Who are you?" Even from his position in the back of the classroom, he could tell she was confused, and surprised. The way she just gaped at her phone for a moment was delightful, and he wished he could see the full look on her face. The way her eyes were likely darting, the full view of her mouth open in shock....but discretion was more important, and he put his eyes back lazily towards the front of the room, his phone deep in his bag as she looked around. A futile attempt to find the perpetrator. After she returned to her phone, typing in a few things, he pulled his own back out. The wonders of silent mode....The return message was simple, desperate. Hopeful?"Who are you?"Nobody.It's what he wanted to reply, but it was only the first thought that came out as he typed into his phone quickly. Miss Edwards was not usually punctual but he knew how easy it would be to get caught in his own little world with her in the room, and he couldn't have that - today was about establishing himself without drawing attention. A few peeks confirmed nobody was looking at him, and he again put the phone in his bag, letting a few moments pass with his finger near the send button.He probably only had seconds, but he wanted her to see the last message and have it on her mind all class. Jennifer was likely unwillingly riveted on what he would say next. So after making sure she wasn't looking at him, he sent what would be his last message for the class, with Miss Edwards mere seconds away.I'm just someone who likes seeing you. Just like these nice pictures I scrounged up of you. Wanna see more? I'm just someone who likes seeing you. Just like these nice pictures I scrounged up of you. Wanna see more? Jennifer was still staring blankly at the message when Ms. Edwards entered the classroom. She hastily put her phone away, her heart pounding."Wanna see more". He or she had more of them. Maybe even all of them? Jennifer knew well that the one picture she had seen was one of the mildest - they had taken others which left much less of her body for imagination...She quickly dismissed the idea that this was a prank by her cousins. Jennifer knew them too well, they would never be this mean. But if it wasn't them, thenwho?Andhow?Surely no one accidentally shared the pictures on Facebook when trying to delete them, or something?That thought paralyzed her. What if those pictures were made public? Her reputation would be destroyed. She would likely lose her Valedictorian status. And losing the status would be much, much worse than never having gotten it in the first place... forever she would be known as "the girl who lost her Valedictorian status because of nude pictures."She would never get into a decent college after that.She would probably drop out.Her future would be spent flipping burgers at a McDonalds. And everyone would knew why.With all these gloomy thoughts running through Jennifer's mind, she was too distracted to follow the class, let alone properly answer a couple of questions Ms. Edwards asked her. She knew she had to say something to the mysterious sender, but there was no way she could use her cell in class. But sitting here, waiting, wondering what would happen if she didn't reply right away was even worse..."Excuse me, Miss Edwards", she said, making up her mind."I'm not feeling very well. May I be excused?"Miss Edwards was surprised, but with Jennifer's reputation, she was quickly excused. Jennifer grabbed her purse and almost ran out of the classroom. As soon as she had closed the door behind her, she grabbed her cell from her purse and started typing furiously as she walked towards the bathroom.Please, no. I don't know where you got those, but please, you can never show them to anyone.She hesitated, then added,Can I buy them back from you? He started to wonder how much he'd really thought this through when he saw Jennifer staring blankly at the message he'd sent. She seemed in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights. He'd expected some measure of confusion and anger, sure. But this was almost too severe. Almost making him wonder how much he'd really thought this through; both in terms of what he had planned and how she could react to it. He didn't want her thinking too rationally about it - which could lead her to the police - or irrationally, which could also lead to taking it to the authorities, her reputation be damned.He almost got caught staring at her as Miss Edwards came in, although at least the teacher had the good sense not to ask him any questions. Which was more then could be said for Jennifer, who fumbled through a couple of answers - not enough to give anyone pause, but something that could lead to a pattern being detected if she wasn't careful.Well, ifhewasn't careful. Jennifer eventually got up to excuse herself, which caught him off guard. She was going to text him back, desperate for an answer. Not getting one would be far from blowing his cover - as virtually everyone in school would be unable to answer unless they had a spare period - but he felt an irresistible urge to keep her on edge.With very careful movements, he reached into his bag - a motion which would draw attention to him, although not overly so as there were millions of reasons people would need to grab stuff - grabbing his phone just as her reply came in.Please, no. I don't know where you got those, but please, you can never show them to anyone.He carefully shielded the phone with his arm, pretending to be interested in his note taking. His fellow students wouldn't rat him out - unless he flaunted what he was doing - but still he would want to take no more chances then he absolutely had to.This was a test. Which, to him, meant he had to, starting on his reply even as her next message popped up.Can I buy them back from you?He looked back at the board, at his teacher, and at the lone message she had sent him. She wouldn't be able to hide in the bathroom forever, and if he was going to get her to do anything it'd have to be right now. Which meant no more teasing, and no more smiling. No mention of anything except what he wanted her to do.If you don't want the pictures shared, untuck your blouse from your jeans and undo two buttons.He didn't say whether that would be her penance. Or even if she could buy them back from him. All he had asked was for her to do something, and her response would tell him how far he would be able to take her. That or he'd adjust his planning.A sly smile came to him, just briefly, as it occurred that he hadn't specified which two buttons he wanted her to undo. He sat back, keeping his phone tucked under a textbook page as he awaited her return. If you don't want the pictures shared, untuck your blouse from your jeans and undo two buttons.Jennifer read the message sitting in her bathroom stall. She frowned at the mesage. It seemed like she had been right - this person wanted payment for the photos. But the actual message confused her. Why should she untuck and unbutton her blouse? Was this person watching her? Did he want her to give a signal that she was complying? Even if so, it seemed like a very strange request to her.Whether it was naivety, ignorance, innocence or something else, but the fact that she was being blackmailed to showing more of her body was completely lost on her. All she was concerned about at this moment was getting back those pictures, and she hadn't truly understood how difficult that might be yet.Jennifer had a lot of questions to ask the mysterious messager, but she had spent long enough in the bathroom already and she knew she needed to get back to class soon before people got suspicious. Jennifer decided she would just do as instructed for now and figure out how to deal with the messages later.She sent back a quick message:??? I don't get it, but okayLucky for her, the bathroom was empty as most students were on their classes. Jennifer washed her hands and adjusted her clothing in front of the mirror. She quickly untucked her blouse from her jeans, brushed it straight and undid the top two buttons.The second button was lower than she had realized, low enough to show a glimpse of her white bra underneath, and the fabric instantly wanted to stretch slightly open, revealing a good amount of her chest and cleavage. Jennifer blushed slightly. Wearing a shirt like this was nothing compared to what some other girls in the school liked to wear, but Jennifer wasn't one of those girls, and she was definitely not comfortable with this.Jennifer tried to tuck the neckline closer together, but unless she managed to keep her shoulders completely still, it would open up yet again.This is so stupid, she thought, feeling annoyed. Finally she decided that if she was going to return to her class at all, she would have to go now, and just went with it.Jennifer returned to her classroom, knocked on the door and took her seat when the door was opened. Once seated, she again tried to close up her neckline, being as casual about it as possible. Jennifer felt like everyone was staring at her chest and felt embarrassed about it. In reality, most people probably didn't notice anything particularly different; they were ALWAYS staring at her chest if given the opportunity; but her flustered attitude and more "casually" worn blouse did give the impression that something was different about her. The minutes until she came back seemed like hours to him. This long of a bathroom break would raise suspicions for some people, but never for Jennifer Watts. Valedictorian for this year's graduation class, straight-A student, liked by everyone, loved by many, adored by all who met her...surely she wouldn't be up to anything bad, would she? He smirked ever so slightly, looking at her reply one more time before carefully hiding his phone back in his bag.??? I don't get it, but okayOf course she wouldn't. Jennifer didn't live in a world where weakness was taken advantage of. She'd had one night of drunken fun, something young women everywhere did. Maybe something to celebrate her 18th birthday, or even just a way to let loose after being held back by parents, authority figures...it wasn't a sin. People had to be who they were.Without knowing it, he was showing who he was, even as she strode back into the classroom. It was unlikely many would conciously notice her change in attire. Her blouse could've simply been left untucked after her trip to relieve herself; she still looked more polished then most of the school. Her two undone buttons revealed more of what all the guys wanted to see anyways; none of them would think about how she hadn't been showing that much skin before. Even if they did, it could simply be that she was feeling warm, and needed to 'let some air' in.None of them saw what he did in the brief glimpse of her eyes as she sat down. Her scared. Rattled, even. Not perfectly kept. No longer in control.Perfect.He let the class go by, left her wondering about who could possibly be sending those messages to her. It was likely she suspected someone in her class, but he had no intention of narrowing down his identity that easily. Let her squirm for a while, under looks and attention she'd never brought on herself unwillingly....The rest of the class passed uneventfully as he probably got more out of Miss Edwards' lesson then Jennifer did. The bell rang, ending the day as the room emptied quietly. He even walked by her on the way out, just one of the hustle and bustle of students looking to get to their lockers, chat a little and then get home.He made sure she was nowhere nearby, opening his locker to swap out a few books. Just one of a bunch of students checking their phones, making sure they had everything they needed at home and tomorrow, although the content of his message would be one that many wouldn't be sending:Nice view Another moment passed before he sent his other message.I'll be in touch tonight. If you try to ignore me, I'll share the pictures I have of you. Including this one.Attached to his second message was another picture of her - the only other one on that phone, strangely enough. But one that showed her doing things that most young women didn't want seen. "Come on, Jenni! Open wide!" "No way!" Jennifer shrieked with a loud giggle. "Enough's enough, girls!" "You're not backing down on your dare, are you?" Annette insisted. "Legs spread, lips spread! Let's see what you've got already!" "Oh my god," Jenni muttered as she complied reluctantly, embarrassed and excited at the same time...---Jennifer had only needed one glance to know what the picture was. It was the last one they had taken, before she had finally said "enough" and their game was over.But the picture couldn't have been much worse. It showed Jenni, naked as can be; she was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall; her legs spread out as wide as she could spread them. Her right hand was laying on her pussy, slightly spreading the outer lips and giving a glimpse of the pinkness inside. Her left hand was covering her face in embarrassment; but there was no mistaking it was her looking through her fingers, a blush and a wide smile on her face. The picture left absolutely nothing for imagination.Jennifer went straight home after the class, her heart pumping and her mind racing. Who on earth could this person be? How could he possibly have gotten those pictures... and, most importantly,what was she going to do?Jennifer didn't eat much at dinner. Her parents tried to get her to celebrate her new Valedictorian status, but she didn't have an appetite. She told them she had a lot of homework and retired to her room early.I'm not going to answer to him,Jennifer decided.That's what I should have done in the first place. I'll just ignore him.She did call her cousin, however, asking if she had taken any copies of those pictures."Of course I don't have any copies,"Annette told her. "We destroyed them together, remember? Why, did you suddenly find someone you want to show them to?" she laughed.The way she laughed about it convinced Jennifer that Annette had nothing to do with any of this. Not that Jenni had really suspected her; her cousin did enjoy pranking, but her pranks were always good-willed. She would never scare anyone for real, not like this. And Jennifer was definitely scared - she was terrified."I wish,"Jennifer managed to tell her, trying to sound as casual as possible."It just came to my mind for whatever reason.""Are you okay, Jenni? You sound serious somehow.""Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired because of the whole Valedictorian commotion and all..."Jennifer sighed to herself after they hung up. There was nothing she could do except wait. In any case, she wouldn't contact this guy anymore.Maybe he won't contact me anymore if I just lay low, a hopeful thought passed her mind... but in her heart she knew there was not much hope of that. Today had gone well, even with poorly prepared he'd truly been. It wasn't a habit becoming of him, as he'd come across several things that would help him accelerate his timetable. It would do him no good to force her as far as he wanted now, of course. Jennifer would simply stop if he showed her what he would end up having her do. The perverted, lustful images, a first at the precipice of his mind after seeing the wanton pictures of the introverted valedictorian, were starting to burst to the forefront. The look of her showing herself for her cousin's camera, smiling for it with an embarrassed look on her face, slowly merging in his mind into the wanting look of a woman. Carelessly placed hands on her thighs becoming the carefully probing hands of someone lost in abandon, moving towards her center....He shook his head.Concentrate.He'd picked up a few more things he needed today, carefully choosing his shopping locations. Things he'd use on her eventually, if things went to plan. His Dad didn't care when he got home, not asking why he hadn't shown up for supper, about his homework, or his job...He went onto his phone. Not the one he'd bought recently, with a discount at the place he'd formerly worked at. All of the usual trimmings, including enhanced video pickup. Something else that would come in handy later...Hope you're still up. I've been thinking about you. Another picture sent, another with her wearing her birthday suit, bent over with her ass presented to the camera.Looking at you, too. Have you been a naughty girl lately? As if she could see him over the phone, his expression got a little more serious, and his words, too.Unless you want the entire school to see how you like to take your birthday bumps, listen closely. Tomorrow, you'll wear your sandals, a pair of jean shorts, and a spaghetti strap tank top with a blouse over it. I know you have those clothes, even if you don't wear them much.Another pause.Your choice what you wear under them, though I like black underwear. Remember, you listen to me, or you'll have much more to worry about then the guys at the school drooling over those legs you don't show off nearly enough. Jennifer couldn't bare to even look at the newest picture she'd been sent. She knew what that picture would be like, and she knew it would do her no good to dwell on it.She tried to keep her resolution and simply ignore the messages. Not that she had anything meaningful to say in response, anyway; other than pointless pleas such as "who are you" and "why are you doing this", which would only make her situation worse. Jennifer didn't reply, but she couldn't get the messages out of her head, either.The request was very strange; demanding her to wear a certain kind of an outfit. The request, along with the hint about boys drooling over her legs, should probably have raised the alarm bells in her mind, but Jenni was so worried and so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't realize what it really meant. All she could think about was the prospect of having those pictures released. Her friends would know, her parents would know. She would almost definitely lose her valedictorian honor, something she had strived for for ages.With these uneasy thoughts, Jennifer finally fell asleep after turning around in bed for hours. When she woke up, she was feeling very tired and very worried, and her resolution to ignore the messages was wavering.She should have worn the same outfit she did the day before, of course; ignore the messages like she had decided, just to show the mystery person that she wasn't going to play their games. But it was easier to give them this small concession. She wouldn't agree to anything. She would simply wear a certain set of clothes to show that she didn't want any trouble.After putting on the first underwear that happened to catch her hand, a plain white bra and a pair of pink panties (how would anyone even know what she was wearing, and besides, she'd be damned if she wore some specific color for the creep), Jennifer searched her wardrobe for her pair of little Daisy Duke shorts. It wasn't like they were terribly out of order, and she did enjoy wearing them on her days off in their backyard or such; but she had never worn them to school before. She pulled the shorts on and looked at herself in the mirror. They definitely brought attention to her butt, doing little to hide her curves and leaving the whole of her thighs bare; but they weren't *too* bad, Jennifer decided. She could just blame the hot weather.Jennifer didn't own a whole lot of spaghetti strap tops, and the pink one she chose was a little too light for her liking in a school setting; but after completing her outfit with a white buttoned blouse she had to admit she didn't look bad at all, and shouldn't look too out of place even though some of the girls would definitely notice her new look.Jennifer's Outfit Jennifer made sure to leave before her parents woke up; she usually did, but this time she really didn't want them asking questions about her choice of clothing. Walking towards the school, she thought she noticed a lot more people looking at her than normal... was it the way she was dressed, or was she just imagining it?Maybe I won't hear from that creep anymore, she thought, without much hope. It was easy for him to get a good spot. Dressed as he was, with a dark cap and hoodie over his head and black jeans, he was just another nameless senior trying to get through the last year of their obligated schooling. A hard look or a scoff put most others off; it wasn't that he didn't have friends. If he wasn't careful, one of them would run into him and then he'd miss out on the view that he was about to get. One of sweet, innocent Jennifer leaving the bus in and outfit that very few, if any had seen on her before.The first of many, and the least conservative that he had in mind for her. He was very certain she'd complain, disagree, and try to defy him. But he was the one with the leverage. With pictures she didn't want anyone to see; supposedly in the safety of family, on a card that was now destroyed. And the truth was, he had nothing left to lose, really. He was fully prepared to wreck her life, one way or another, if she didn't play along with him. One way or another, she would end up bending to his will.It was up to her whether that bend was slow enough to make her used to the idea of dressing skimpily and doing what he wanted, or if it was simply a fast strike that broke her.Another moment passed, and then he saw her. It wasn't as if the entire school was gazing at Jennifer as she walked by pretending that everything was normal. but there was a head or two turned at the school valedictorian wearing much different - or, more specifically, much less - clothing then usual. There might have been a whistle or two at her, but he tried not to pay her too much notice. He'd see her in a couple of classes later, but now was the time for more embarrassment.He quickly keyed another text, turning away from her so she couldn't see him on his phone - there were a ton of students in front of the school typing away in any case, but he didn't want to give anything away.Nice outfit Jennifer. Glad you decided to follow my instructions. Let's see how well you continue to follow them, unless you'd like your class to see you in much less Another moment before he sent his next one, quickly tucking it away after seeing her reply so he could walk up behind her, shuffling on by like just another student.I think you're going to drop something by the steps. Make sure you bend over and pick it up Or it was for the view he'd hopefully be giving her of that delectable ass, now only covered by thin denim and whatever underwear she was wearing. He idly wondered how long it would be until he got rid of that requirement, too...be patient, he thought. Jennifer ignored the occasional whistles she was getting. It wasn't as bad as she had initially feared, but she was definitely drawing more attention than she was used to. She was really regretting her decision to play along with the dumb requests - why had she done that, why did she pretend she was going to play along with the creep?This thought quickly disappeared and was replaced by the now familiar fear as Jennifer heard her phone chime for a text message. She stopped in her tracks and took her phone from her purse."Nice outfit Jennifer."He's watching mewas Jennifer's instant thought. By reflex she took a look around the school yard. The yard was filled with students loitering around, plenty of whom were texting something, and plenty of whom were trying to poorly hide the fact that they were staring at her ass before she turned around.It was no use, she'd never catch him this way. When she was still gathering her thoughts, her phone chimed again with the second message."I think you're going to drop something by the steps. Make sure you bend over and pick it up "Jenni stared at the message, disgusted. This guy reallywasa creep. And she was having none of it. She started quickly typing all kinds of curses in response, but then decided it was better to be to the point."I'm not playing your games."Jennifer sent the message, happy with herself. She started towards the school entrance, walking proudly, when the feeling of fear started slowly creeping into her mind once again."...unless you'd like your class to see you in much less."Jennifer slowed her pace to a slow walk. Would he really do it? How would she get over the humiliation? What would she tell her parents? What would she tell the headmaster? What would she tell her friends?Could she really just ignore this guy?She climbed the stairs, the first couple of steps.He's just bluffing. He won't do it.A couple steps more.Besides, you can just claim it isn't even you. Who would believe him?One more step.Come on, Jenni. Just ignore him and be done with it.One more step, and then Jennifer stopped, halfway up the stairs. Her mind blank, she let her purse drop to the ground. Her lipstick rolled out of the bag in front of her.Jennifer didn't bend over to pick it up. She was going to, but she couldn't. Instead, she kneeled down. Her butt was still pushed backwards, giving a view to anyone right behind her, but nothing worse than just her climbing up the stairs had been, and probably not what the messager had had in mind.Regardless, Jennifer blushed furiously, ashamed and angry at herself; first, for submitting to the creep, and second, for not even doing it properly. She quickly gathered her belongings in her purse and ran the last few steps up and inside the building. The moment seemed to slow down. It wasn't the first real test of Jennifer, as she'd passed that already by not trying to turn him in the second he sent her a text message. Sure, it was an old phone but he wasn't stupid. It might take a while for the police to find him, but they likely would, even if it was after he'd ruined her reputation. and made it all but impossible for the class valedictorian to rise to the place in society she'd seemed to be destined for. But the moment he put those pictures on the internet, sent them to their classmates, the damage would be done. It'd be crossing a line that there'd be no going back from, and honestly, no fun for him.But if she walked over that line herself... He'd shuffled up behind her, trying to not be entranced by the bare legs he'd gotten all too familiar with when he'd perused and all but memorized every detail of the pictures he'd gotten his hands on. That wasn't the intoxicating part for him, even if her body was allurring in her skimpier clothing. The drug for him was the control. Seeing her obey him, watching her wrestle with every demand he made of her, the internal struggle such a high for him. Her hesitation as she started up the steps couldn't stop him, he was several paces behind her, and had no intention of giving anything away.Her purse fell to the ground, a tube of lipstick falling out.This was it.She'd stop, bending over, exposing her ass to everyone. Maybe her blouse would ride up a bit, showing a tantalizing line of flesh between her shirt and the shorts that hugged her hips. Jennifer really had no idea how she looked right now, compared to how she usually dressed. It was one thing if someone who dressed like a slut every day came in with the outfit she had on. But prudish, conservative Jennifer, deciding to let the summer weather dictate her outfit...to actually show off the body she took such great care of...She stopped, and then she picked up her items. Carefully, bending her knees and not keeping her legs straight like the sluts at the mall did all the time. Like he'd wanted her to.Her momentary stoppage did nothing to deter the people walking by her, and he did his best to not bump her, or look at her at all.Time to push things up. It was apparent Jennifer thought she could get by with a half assed effort. Fuming in his head, and knowing he wouldn't have much time, he ducked into a nearby classroom. Homeroom meant he only had a minute or two, but he had to send a message, hoping to catch her on his way to his room, obeying his next command.Aw, come on, Jenni. You know that's not what I wanted, don't you? Send. I could just shut my phone off, and post all of the pictures I have on facebook, twitter, photo sharing sites...once something's on the internet, it's there to stay. You know that. Send.But I know that you're just getting used to your new station in life, being at my whim, so I'll give you one more chance. If you disobey me again, we're through and you can expect everyone you know to see those pictures.Time was short, and he had to go out into the hall for his next message.There would also be no more smiles.Because you didn't listen to me, I'll make you show off a little more. Go to your locker, unbutton your blouse completely, and take it off. Make a show of stuffing it into your locker, and then head to your first classroom. I'm sure your tanktop will cover you up well enough for the boys... He smirked as he sent it.It's either that, or they'll all get to see you with your legs spread... Jennifer was still blaming herself, confused and angry at the same time. She wasn’t quite sure if she was angry for obeying the command, or not doing it properly; now she could only hope it had been enough.She stopped in her tracks at the chime of yet another text message, the sound that was becoming her worst enemy right now. She feared for the worst – the phone chimed again, and yet once more. As much as she had claimed to be ignoring them from now on, by now she was too worried to do that, so instead she quickly dived into the girls’ bathroom and locked herself in an empty stall to read them.“If you disobey me again, we're through and you can expect everyone you know to see those pictures.”The tone of the messages was definitely more serious than before. Jenni bit her lip, now genuinely terrified. He really would do it, he would definitely spread the pictures if she didn’t obey.Jenni frantically typed a hasty reply.“Please, I’m sorry. Don’t show those pictures to anyone. Please.”Jennifer sent the message, but she didn’t have time to wait for the reply. There wasn’t a lot of time until the first class started, and she needed to do as she had been told. She didn’t even stop to consider the underlying message in “your new station in life, being at my whim”. She wasn’t thinking much at all; the only thought in her mind was that she had to stop him before he could spread those pictures online.Jennifer hastily walked to her locker and took a deep breath as she took a look around. Most of the students had already disappeared to their classrooms, but there was still a good amount of people loitering around the lockers. She tried to see if the mysterious blackmailer was recognizable, but no one seemed to pay any specific attention to her; no more than the glances at her butt, that is. Jenni closed her eyes – there was only one way to get this over with.Keeping her eyes fixed on the back wall of her locker, to avoid eye contact with anyone, Jennifer started to unbutton her blouse. She tried hard to ignore all the people who would no doubt be staring at her (although she was too embarrassed to turn and see if anyone did). One by one the buttons came off, until she could shrug the blouse off her shoulders and stuff it in her locker.Jennifer looked down. Her tank top was dangerously close to showing her bra, so she tugged it from the back to let the front side lift a bit higher; this way, however, the neckline was low enough on the back to have the white band of her bra plainly visible on her back. Together with her tiny shorts, the sight was more teasing than Jennifer really realized herself.There was no helping it, however; she was already a minute late from her first class. She almost ran to the classroom, trying to not pay attention to the numerous students who weren’t even hiding the way they were staring at her now, some of them with their mouths hanging open.The teacher was already present when Jennifer made it to the classroom. There was no mistaking it: everyone was staring at her, dressed as she was, arriving a minute late. Jenni muttered apologies and went to her seat. She didn’t look anyone in the eye. It wasn't as if he didn't harbor any disappointment for not being able to watch Jennifer squirming in her homeroom, be it from what he was about to force her to do, or fearing the consequences of disobedience. Which would be real, more so for him then for her, even if she wasn't aware or thinking clearly. Fear made people panic, and Jennifer was very fearful of her 'sterling' reputation being tarnished. As if losing it all at once would be worse then it being slowly pushed further and further by what she was about to be made to do...This time, the phone was his ally - his real phone, and not the one he'd borrowed from his aunt. It let him focus on the screen, and not gape at his quarry as she opened her locker. He had the perfect side profile view, much like many of the people walking down the hallway, had they been choosing to look at her. But only he knew the twisted intent behind her opening her locker. Twisted not because there was anything inherently wrong in what she was about to do, but only why she was doing it. Because she was being forced to. A step into a macabre world that she would not return from unscathed.Her delicate hands went to the buttons on her blouse; trying to slip them off as if it meant nothing. But he knew otherwise; it didn't take her eyes to tell that. The way she pulled the garment from her body, hastily leaving it in her locker, where she could not get at it. Exposed, uncovered, showing off much more then she ever had in this place before. To strangers, colleagues, friends...blackmailers.One blackmailer, anyways. He was perched in a corner, staring straight at her. Enjoying her hesitation as she examined the simple yet scandalous outfit. Scandalous in her eyes; simple summer wear for others. Scandalous because it was new for her. Leaving her collarbone exposed, much more of her breasts then she was ever used to. Her long legs almost paled in comparison to the sight of her shoulders and back, spoiled only by the thin straps of her top and bra.A bra that was much more clearly visible after a tug in the front. Making things better by making them worse. He turned away, grateful for the Jennifer's unintentional show, his mind racing and fantasizing about her taking off much more then just her blouse in the middle of the hallway.Maybe later.There was no time for texting now, but he rested in his seat as comfortably as he could with his growing arousal."Heya, Tony." He smiled at his friend.His tall, lanky friend looked around suspiciously before leaning in closer to him as the class filled up, his voice dropping."Did you see what Jennifer's wearing today?"With the first lie of the day, but not his last, the blackmailer inclined his head dumbly."I hadn't noticed.""She's smokin' hot today, dude. As if she decided becoming the valedictorian gave her free reign to show off a bit..."If only you knew how much she'll end up showing off, Tony...He thought in response as the bell rang, signalling the start of class. But not the start of Jennifer's torture, her class's eyes on her.That had already begun. And knowingly or not, she would be playing a part in what happened to her today... There was a visible gasp as Jennifer entered the classroom and everyone fixed their eyes on her. At least that’s what Jennifer imagined. She wasn’t completely sure; maybe she was just being paranoid. Or maybe everyonewasreally sizing her up from head to toe: her long auburn hair, her hazel eyes and luscious lips, her delicate shoulders and arms, her bare chest and back, her large round breasts pushing against the thin tank top, her slim waist, her curvy butt covered only by her little shorts, her bare thighs and feet covered by nothing at all…That was Jennifer. That had always been Jennifer, of course. Only before this her shapes and her bare skin had never been on display as they were now.Of course there was nothing really out of line about her outfit. What made it so embarrassing for her, and so exciting for everyone watching her, was simply the contrast between her normal state and the way she was now. It was like having a glimpse of the forbidden fruit; the girl who was out of everyone’s league.There weren’t any big announcements at her homeroom. At least, if there were, Jennifer spent so much time being self-conscious that she would have missed most of it. Jennifer spent all her time thinking of recess: as soon as she could, she would run back to her locker and get that blouse back. She was feeling way too exposed for her own liking as she was. Homeroom passed without incident, and then to his first class. No chance to watch her, to let his gaze on her fall unhindered, lost in the sea of guys now ogling beauty they hadn't had a chance to see before. It wasn't as if girls wearing as much as Jennifer was uncommon around school, but seeing her do it was likely drawing all of the flies to the light, desperate to take something into memory that they thought they'd never get to see again. If they knew what he did, they wouldn't be looking at her as much as they were; little did they know that Jennifer wearing so little would become a part of their routine over the next few months. He was going to break her and bend her up until they graduated, leaving their school for another life.But hers would be irrevocably changed by then.Homeroom, and then math, a class without interruption. He pulled the blackmail phone out to get a message in, but the teacher's early arrival put a quick end to that. It was one thing to squeeze in texts between classes, but another entirely to tempt the teachers' wrath in that regard. As soon as she was more under his thumb, he had a few ways to ensure she was performing to his whim, but that wasn't yet. She was likely still nervous, unsure in the role that she would be growing into. Conversations with Tony and Jeff almost went on autopilot; making jokes, helping on the assignment, but all in all he did nothing to draw attention to himself.End of the first period, and he wondered what she was thinking, when his head inclined.Why don't I just ask her....?Intrigued at the concept, he saved his old message and started a new, quick one.You enjoying all of the attention you're getting, Jennifer? He wondered if she'd respond, and if he wasn't heading in the other direction, he'd go and check on her locker, or even one of the bathrooms to see if she was trying to disobey him. Still, his next message was clear in its intent; a warning, and a light of hope at the same time. If you're looking to cover up, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Send.Although if you ask nicely, I could be convinced to 'let you'....assuming you're willing to pay for it.One way or another, he could check in on her as they were in a class together before lunch, and another in the afternoon. The bell rang.Jenni was the first one to leave the classroom. She barely took the time to pack her books properly and simply stormed out as fast as she could. Jenni could not recall what homework they'd been given at all; in fact she had barely registered what the whole class had been about. All she could focus on during the class was herself, and her classmates: the front-rowers who took quick glances at Jenni's direction and then whispered to each other, the back-rowers who stared at her non-stop and whispered to each other, and everyone in between - who all were more or less openly looking at her direction (at least, that's how it felt to Jennifer) and who all whispered to each other... no doubt nasty things about her.Even so, the true gravity of her situation had not really sunk in with Jennifer quite yet. She was playing along with her blackmailer's strange wishes in order to keep him on her good side, but she still fully expected them to lead up to whatever it was he actually wanted. There would be money involved, or something similar, Jennifer was sure. It hadn't even occurred to Jennifer that these strange requests themselves were what gave her blackmailer pleasure.So Jennifer raced down the hallways towards her locker. She was only thinking of one thing: her sweater, the article of clothing that could restore some of Jenni's dignity, locked inside her locker. In Jenni's mind, she had completed her task: she had done what the blackmailer had wanted from her, and thus she could now dress herself properly once again.The chime of her cellphone startled Jennifer. She was starting to really hate that sound... it seemed to only bring more and more bad news. Reluctantly, without slowing her pace, Jennifer took out her cell and read the newest message."You enjoying all of the attention you're getting, Jennifer? "Asshole, was Jennifer's instant reaction. Of course she wasn't enjoying. She wasn't enjoying one bit. Jennifer absolutely hated attention of any kind, let alone this kind of attention - pure lust from some and disapproval from others. Jenni pondered for a second. Should she reply to this message? A sarcastic reply might anger him, but then again, seeming eager might give him a wrong signal as well. Maybe the safest thing to do would be to simply ignore him altogether, but Jenni wasn't sure if this was a very good idea either.As she was considering her options, the cell chimed again with another message - from the same guy again,of course."If you're looking to cover up, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Although if you ask nicely, I could be convinced to 'let you'....assuming you're willing to pay for it."All this while Jennifer had been racing down the hallway that was slowly filling with students who had been in less of a hurry to leave their classrooms. But seeing this message caused Jennifer to slow down to a halt.Finally!Jennifer was almost relieved to read the latest message. At last, the silly games were over. At last she would learn what it was the blackmailer actually wanted, and she couldn't wait to pay him exactly that. She wanted this experience to end as soon as possible.Jennifer backed to a wall, making sure no one could read what she was typing, and wrote her reply."I'm willing to pay. How much do you want?"Jennifer put down her cellphone and noticed to her surprise that her hands were shaking slightly. All around her, students and teachers were walking past her, most giving her looks that ranged from surprised to outright dirty. Jennifer closed her eyes and tried her best to ignore them as she impatiently waited for the blackmailer to reply. I'm willing to pay. How much do you want?Oh, silly little Jennifer. She really had no idea what kind of currency he was looking for, and he let an effortless smile pass his face. One that almost drew him suspicion; a friend of his passed him by and looked at him funny, which got him a smirk and a wave. Okay, he needed to be more discreet about it, too. Wait a few seconds before looking at messages, in case Jennifer got wise to him. He walked by her, saw her leaning against a wall, her bare shoulders and legs incredibly enticing to him. Still, his gaze didn't linger for too long, as he had pictures of her in far, far less then that.And would again, if he had his way. Back down the hallway he went, opening his locker to send another text, shielding his 'phone' from everyone else's view.I did say ask nicely.He sent, letting the message linger in her gaze.But I'll let that go, I suppose. Feeling generous today.As if his tasks after this would be less merciful, and as if he'd been nice so far today. These were just steps in the way, in the path he would push this high and mighty valedictorian down until she submitted to him.I'm not looking for payment in money.If and when he wanted that, he'd give them away to porn sites looking for some fresh meat; they wouldn't give a lot for them, but about as much as Jennifer realistically could. And anyone going for money in this circumstance was short sighted. Ridiculously so. But he wasn't about to spell out to Jennifer what it was he wanted; making her see it was so much more interesting.Would you like your blouse back at lunch, or the spare periodHe grinned, wondering how far he should push her before he continued. Don't defy me, or I'll punish you further.Not that he'd tell her, but it'd be more about speeding things up rather then making him do things he hadn't planned on doing... "Don't defy me, or I'll punish you further."Jennifer stared at the final message. She felt a little out of breath. One of her friends walked by and tried to chat with her- Allison, maybe, though it could have been someone else, Jenni wasn't really paying attention - but Jennifer almost completely ignored her friend and waved her off. The last message had caught her off guard and she wasn't sure how to feel.Up until now, Jennifer had been feeling embarrassed, annoyed and angry at her blackmailer. But this message... was different. It had a different tone to it. For a second, Jennifer felt a little scared. Just who was this guy? And what was he planning?"I'm not looking for payment in money."Jennifer didn't like this message one bit. If not money, what WAS it he wanted? Something... else? The message was clearly like a dark omen, a sign of bad things to come. And still Jennifer quite couldn't connect the dots. She feared the worst, but she forced herself to push it to the back of her mind. Surely there was something other than... that going on here.Jenni took a deep breath and laid a desperate look down the hallway, now bustling with students. At the other end of the hallway was her locker; and inside that locker, her blouse. The only thing Jennifer wanted to do right now, the one thing she desperately wanted to do, was walk to that locker, open it, and grab that stupid blouse. It was what she had intended to do all along. But after that last message...No. She didn't dare. She didn't know what the blackmailer was planning. She would have to play by his rules for now. Hopefully, Jenni reasoned to herself, she would meet the blackmailer one on one and see who she was. At that point she would know much better how to proceed.Slowly, fingers slightly trembling, Jenni typed her reply."The sooner the better. Should we meet at lunch?"As Jenni was finishing her message, the bell rang once again, signalling the start of the next class. Jennifer gave her locker one last, desperate look, before turning around and walking to the opposite direction, down the hall and to her next class. It would be the last class before lunch, and then, if all went well, Jennifer would be able to sort the situation out. For better or worse. He knew what pushing his luck felt like. But if anything, that's what all of this was about. About seeing how far he could take things, which buttons to push...for as much as he had on Jennifer, there was so much he really didn't know. Even if the amount she didn't know about him far dwarfed that. The amount anyone knew about him, really. Nobody knew that she was under his thumb, that he was the reason she was dressed so sexily today. And that today would only be the beginning. There would be days coming up that she would long for the coverage of her tiny tank top and shorts, and his cock hardened at the thought of what he was about to make her do...But there was still today, and still a gradual slope for Jennifer. Too slow, and she'd never get anywhere. Too fast, and she'd just forget the whole thing. Maybe it wasn't about getting her to try something new, but reinforcing old habits instead..."The sooner the better. Should we meet at lunch?"The mere prospect of it. Had she no idea what he was doing?Oh yeah. Of course she didn't.Meet? Isn't this much more fun when you don't know who I am? He had a feeling she wouldn't agree, but that was besides the point now. I want you to sit at a table with a few of the 'jocks'. Football team, basketball team, whatever. She was the valedictorian, and as someone who got along with everyone, he figured she'd have no trouble interacting with them, plus there were several tables where they usually sat.At least once during the lunch hour, I want you to 'accidentally' let your tank top and bra strap slip down one of your arms, and not fix it until one of the guys points it out to you.As if she wanted to get their attention on her newly bared body...When there's fifteen minutes left, I want you to excuse yourself and grab your blouse from your locker. Don't put it on; head upstairs to the second floor washroom near the science labs. There was one of the washrooms that seemed curiously placed, and there were rumors of some questionable behavior that happened there during off hours...Text me when you're there and I'll tell you what you have to do to put your blouse on. I'll know if you disobey me. By now, Jennifer probably shouldn't have been surprised to see a new set of weird instructions - or commands, rather. It was finally starting to slowly dawn on her what this mystery blackmailer actually wanted from her. It wasn't money he wanted. No, he probably got some sort of sick satisfaction out of this whole thing itself - out of making Jennifer obey his seemingly random commands.At least to Jennifer they commands seemed random. The underlying theme should have been obvious to her at this point, but she still refused to see it. Maybe subconsciously she wanted to be blind to it as long as she could. But how much longer would that be?Jennifer considered her options. She had a bad feeling at the back of her neck: as if she was about to set down a slippery slope and getting closer to the point of no return. She didn't fully understand that feeling. But what she did definitely understand was that she really, really did not want to do what she was being told to do! Sitting down at a table of jocks (something she rarely did) and intentionally dropping her straps down her shoulder like a trashy slut (something she NEVER did) - that would definitely be sending all the wrong signals to the other students!But what options did she have...?Flashbacks of her 'photo session' once again came back to Jennifer. Her blackmailer had those pictures. He could release those pictures at any time. And if she was worried about what kind of signals doing this... task would send, how about the signals when those pictures would instantly spread to every student, then no doubt to all their friends, posted on their blogs and tumblrs and whatnot...The class went by in a haze as Jennifer was considering all this. By lunchtime, Jennifer had made up her mind.She got her lunch from the cafeteria and looked over at the tables. There they were, in their usual spot: the football team jocks, along with a couple of cheerleaders. Jennifer sighed. She had nothing against those people as such, it just so happened that most of the jocks she had spoken to were quite the jerks, and the cheerleaders she knew tended to be the stereotypical airheads who always liked to parade around the school, dressed like......like Jennifer was dressed right now.The realization made Jennifer groan. She closed her eyes and thought the situation over once more. Did she really want to do this?Did she have any choice?Jennifer took a deep breath and walked over to the jock table."Hi, have a free seat?"she asked with a forced smile.The jocks were definitely surprised to see her, but none of them objected - although one of the cheerleaders (Melissa, her name was, I think) gave Jennifer a nasty look when she sat down. Chill out, girl, I'm not here to take away your boyfriends, Jennifer thought annoyed."So, what brings you to this part of the town, Jennifer?"one of the jocks (Rich? Rick? Something like that...probably) asked Jennifer. Not really prepared to this question, she stammered:"Oh, umm, I just thought I should make some new friends?"Jennifer instantly regretted her choice of words.Wow, what a great line, Jennifer. Congratulations. You're definitely not giving them any false signals here.Jennifer did her best to slide out of the conversation, opting to silently listen to the other people talking instead. The boys were eating fast and talking loudly, mostly about football which Jenni didn't really understand much. Jenni wasn't eating; she wasn't feeling hungry at all. All she could focus on was the task she had to perform.When one of the jocks was telling a particularly unfunny and long-winded joke, and everyone had their eyes focused on him, Jennifer knew her time had come. Slowly, reluctantly, trying to raise as little attention as possible, Jennifer started wiggling her left shoulder. Down and up, left and right... forward... back... down again...why wouldn't the dumb strap fall down???She knew why. She didn't wear one of those extra-loose tops that were probablydesignedto have their straps fall off at the slightest movement, and she actually had her bras properly sized - the whole point was that they'd stay where they're meant to stay, not fall of on command! Jenni wiggled her shoulder more and more, in larger arcs, but it was no good - her straps weren't moving anywhere.This was Jennifer's last moment of hesitation. What on earth was she doing right now? Was this the right thing to do? Should she simply stand up and walk away while she still had a chance?"And he said,"the jock finished his joke with a loud punchline,"baby, that's not what you told me last night!"The table exploded in laughter. The jocks were laughing so loudly some of them were in tears, the cheerleaders seemed to be more chuckling along out of courtesy. But in any case, everyone was distracted.Jenni moved faster than she could think. With everyone distracted, she quickly moved her right hand to her shoulder and forcibly pulled the straps of both her tank top and her bra down her shoulder. Now supported by nothing more than the shape or her breast, the left side of her top fell way down, opening up her neckline even more and leaving a good part of her bra in plain sight - the bra which also was no longer supported by her neck, but instead its strap was sexily hanging on her arm.Jennifer had to fight back the instinct to instantly pull the straps back up and fix her outfit. Her cheeks were slightly blushing and she stared down at her lunch, afraid to look anyone in the eye right now. She kept her left arm tightly against her body, in fear of her wardrobe malfunction getting even worse, and tried to carefully eat with just her right hand. She still wasn't hungry, but she had to have something to do, something to maybe take her mind off of her current situation.Could someone please say something, and soon, Jennifer desperately thought to herself.Please! This would be the hard part for him. He thought about himself like Section 31 in Star Trek, who's number one priority was not to be discovered. And were he true to that code, he wouldn't have bothered stealing glances when he could. But that wasn't him, and his first priority wasn't to not get caught. It was more like a very, ridiculously close second.His first objective was to enjoy himself. And were that his overriding mention, he would've had Jennifer do...much more scandalous things. Which might've led to her refusing, and him being stuck with nothing. He truly had no interest in releasing her pictures; it was only leverage to get her to do what he wanted. As long as she didn't figure it out before he'd built up the nerve to do so, he'd be fine.There were two tolerances being built as he blackmailed her. Her tolerance for his tasks, and his tolerance as a dominant figure, willing to do whatever he needed to get her to comply. He wasn't that person. But by the time she gave her valedictorian speech, maybe, just maybe...He saw her walk into the cafeteria, hearing only the barest hint of what she was saying to sit at the jocks table. The cheerleaders didn't like it. It was an upsetting of the social balance. Not because Jennifer wanted to sit there; she was liked by everyone, could fit in with whatever circle she wanted, if not nearly as deeply as he knew. It was part of what made him jealous of her.But this wasn't Jennifer Watts, class valedictorian. This was Jennifer Watts, the tease wearing a little tank top and short shorts who sidled up with the jocks, trying to laugh at their jokes."Four dragons."His friend, Mark, and he responded curtly."Garden of Saul."They were playing a card game at one of the corners of the lunch room, with three of his friends, four others watching on the outskirts. He was one of the anti social crowd, and he effortlessly threw a card down. He'd chosen an angle where looking over his opponent's shoulder would give him a decent view of the jock tables, and he could see Jennifer's front right side, about a half dozen tables away. He couldn't just stare at her, though. As rattled as she was, he knew she'd notice him. And he was still trying to be discreet.His play suffered in the game. And he knew that if he lost, someone would step in, and he'd lose his seat. But the sight of her bare skin, even from this distance, was too enticing not to steal glances at. He wasn't the only one, he knew. Nobody was used to her dressing like this.And nobody knew it was all due to him. Or, more specifically, her cousin who hadn't deleted their photos off of their data card.The jock table erupted in laughter, and a few people chuckled along, getting a few glances with as boisterous as their laugh was. "Your move." Again, he'd forgotten his turn, and without thinking, he put a card down that would seal his doom. "Titan." He cringed even as he said it, hearing the chuckles and feeling the glances of his fellow geeks and nerds. He'd played his biggest hero, alone, and was likely about to lose him.It was worth it, though. He saw Jennifer struggling with something, rotating her shoulder, and then, heart of hearts, her hand yanking the straps of her tank top and bra down. It took him every ounce of strength not to gape at the sight of her bare shoulder, and he had to look away, lest he draw too much attention to it.A moment later, after seeing his opponent play his hand, he looked again. Jennifer looked nervous, hesitant, and nobody had noticed her exposure yet. Well, nobody was saying anything. A girl's bare shoulder was pretty sexy, and he was sure nobody would ruin it quickly...But he didn't know everyone..At Jennifer's table, one of the jocks, Don, one of the defensive backs on the football team, drank in the sight of Jennifer's straps falling down her arm, and then cleared his throat when it became clear that she hadn't noticed."Mmmhmm. Um, Jen, your, strap..."It was apparent some of the girls thought that she'd done it intentionally as they shot daggers at her."You're out."He got up."See you in class."He had something else to do first, and he definitely didn't want people looking over his shoulder. And with the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria, he was just another nameless, faceless, antisocial geek making his way to the library, or to the bathroom, or whatever he did.He was nobody. Jennifer stared down at her lunch. She was playing with it, occasionally picking something up with her fork, but mostly just moving things around on her plate. She was extremely conscious of how she looked right now. Some other girls would say it's nothing, it's just a shoulder; but in Jenni's mind, it was acting really trashy and implying she wanted attention. Which she really, really did not want. Not in the state she was in right now, anyway.It couldn't have been more than a couple minutes at most, but to Jenni it felt like an eternity. Finally, Bob, the nice but kind of simple defensive back coughed and pointed out her fallen strap. It meant she could now fix her outfit without defying the instructions she had been given... but it also meant that if someone had not yet noticed the state of her outfit, they surely had now."Oh, thanks,"Jennifer muttered and quickly fixed her straps, feeling thankful at Bob but also very embarrassed under the eyes of everyone at the table. The jocks were all looking at her with hungry eyes and smiling widely, while the cheerleaders were giving her looks that could kill. She knew why. Anyone who had ever worn a tank top like this (or a bra, for that matter!) knew it was impossible to not notice a slipped off strap. No doubt they'd think she was doing it on purpose to gain attention from the guys. Jennifer blushed and turned away, she just couldn't meet anyone's eyes right now."Excuse me."She picked up her almost untouched food tray and quickly left the cafeteria. Some of the guys were trying to say something to her, but she didn't stay to listen. What she wanted right now was just to get away from people. She wanted to get to her locker as fast as possible, get her blouse, and then -And then what, actually? There had been something else, right? Jennifer took out her cell and re-opened the messages she had received before."When there's fifteen minutes left, I want you to excuse yourself and grab your blouse from your locker. Don't put it on; head upstairs to the second floor washroom near the science labs."And what now?! The last time Jennifer had read these messages, she had been too focused on the whole cafeteria thing to pay much attention to the rest of the messages. But now that she re-read them... she wasn't sure what to think."Text me when you're there and I'll tell you what you have to do to put your blouse on."This really was all a game to him, wasn't it? Go there, do this, wear that... Who did he think hewas?And yet there wasn't much Jennifer could do to argue. He was holding all the cards. He had the pictures. And after the whole cafeteria incident, Jennifer really could use the blouse back on her.How bad could it be, anyway?Having convinced herself once again, Jennifer marched back to her locker. She quickly picked up her blouse, fought back the urge to put it on right away, and headed towards the second floor science labs.The washroom on the second floor was rarely used. It was an annoyingly long walk to that wing of the school building, and the only room out there that was really used was the science labs, all the others being broom closets and storage rooms. And even the science lab didn't see all too much use. Right now, with almost 20 minutes of lunchtime still left, the entire second floor was completely empty.Jennifer noted the complete lack of people nearby as she approached the restroom. Perhaps the quietness should have worried her, but with all the attention she had been getting the entire day, she actually embraced the rare chance to be on her own for a little bit.The washroom seemed as empty as the entire floor. Jennifer took a look at herself in the mirror.I look like such a slut, she thought sadly. Her blouse was still hanging on her arm. How she longed to put it on for just a little bit of more coverage!Let's get this over with.Jennifer took out her cell to type a message back to the blackmailer."I did what you wanted. I'm in the washroom now. Can I put the blouse on now, please?" He was in a quite corner of his own, in the library 'studying'. Still, he had to be careful with what he did, and how much of it, since the teachers had accepted occasional cell phone use, not to waste the resources and space of the library for the few students who used books. Or peace and quiet. Right now, he only need the latter, and a lack of prying eyes as he quickly fingered his message onto the phone that nobody knew he had, being a person nobody knew he was. Her message had made him smile, just a bit, before his expression returned to the normal, empty look he wore most of his days under his normal clothing, with his normal face. Disappearing from view by blending int and not appearing to be anything extraordinary.She had to suspect something was amiss. Why would he have asked her to that washroom? And why have her go anywhere at all?How do I know you're there at all, Jennifer? You could be anywhere in the school, just telling me you've gone there. And I'd have to trust you.He'd planned for that, of course, but something about making her see it coming, or at least think about it, was incredibly intoxicating, and his next message was out almost as fast as the first.I'd thought of that, though. Don't worry. That's why I asked you to go there...He wished he could've been there with her, but in a way, he would be soon. What was mere seconds to him, and to Jennifer, lingering in that bathroom, felt like a much longer time as he typed out the next few words. He'd just nudged her so far, but her obedience (or capitulation, as it were) would determine both of their next few weeks. He felt nervous as he typed it, taking a deep breath before he sent the long winded explanation of what she'd have to do in order to 'cover up' for the rest of the day.And even then, he would not be letting her go.If you want the blouse so badly, I want a 'selfie' picture of you in one of the bathroom stalls in it.A beat, before he sent the next message.And nothing else.Frantically, yet excitedly, his cock hardening at the thought of what he was hopefully about to see (and already envisioning in his head), the next message was even quicker after that. She was probably in a bit of shock, a daze, contrasting with the fury he found himself in as he kept on sending instructions, increasing her humiliation and debasement.One button undone at the top, and one at the bottom. With your other hand over your pussy. Send.For every minute you take, you have to undo two more buttons.Send.Time's a wasting, Jennifer...get me the picture and once I'm satisfied with it, you can get dressed again.Send.Don't make me tell you what I'll make you do if you get to taking the blouse off entirely...He typed it out, and then frowned at it. No. Not yet.That image, he could keep in his mind. It was like the whole reality of her situation came to Jennifer in one crushing realization. Deep down she had always known what was coming, or at the very least, what kind of a request it was always going to be. The blackmailer's orders so far - controlling the way she dressed and acted all day long, combined with the place she had been told to come to, the most secluded bathroom in the school - all of it hinted to the ugly truth which was now evident: this blackmailer intended to use the leverage of the pictures in his possession to gain even more of the same from Jennifer. Deep down she had known it for some time, but she had stubbornly refused to accept the truth until now. Now, there could no longer be any doubt.Jennifer instinctively took a peek into the corridor. It was still completely empty: not a living soul seemed to be in the entire second floor. Jennifer shut the door behind her and entered one of the stalls (the one that looked the cleanest), locking the stall door behind her. It wasn't so much that she was going to immediately do what he asked, but rather she wanted the extra privacy as she re-read the messages over and over again, trying to think what to do.Her head felt a bit fuzzy, as if it didn't know how to react to this situation. What should shedo?Whatcouldshe do? In theory, she could simply tell him she'd rather just not wear the blouse, thank you very much, but at this point even Jennifer wasn't naive enough to think he'd be satisfied with that.On the other hand, it wasn't like she was giving him anything he didn't already have, was it? Quite the contrary - what he did have was much, much worse. If this was all he wanted, one more picture of her... would be he accept that as payment? Maybe it would be enough for him to get him out of her life for good?Almost tentatively, gauging her own feelings, Jennifer stepped out of her sandals and kicked them to the side. Hesitantly she then unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles (It's okay, she tried to persuade herself,this is perfectly normal, I'm in the bathroom after all, I need to pull down my shorts, don't I?) She took a hold of her panties and started pulling them down as well...NO! This is insane! I can't do this!Jennifer panicked and instantly stopped what she was doing. She couldn't do this, not willingly, not in a place like this! What if someone entered the bathroom right now? What if someone found out what she was doing?But what options did she have?Jennifer sat down on the toilet lid and tried desperately to come up with a solution. If she ignored the man for too long, he would no doubt publish the pictures there and then. If she refused outright, she would make him angry, which couldn't result in anything good either. She really didn't want to make him angry right now.But maybe she could...bargain...?Slowly, sitting on the toilet lid, her shorts in her ankles but otherwise still dressed, Jennifer typed him a message."Maybe I could keep my underwear on? Is that okay?"She hesitated for a while and then pressed the Send button, already dreading the reply she would get.But even as Jennifer thought she finally understood the situation, she hadn't even considered the possibility - she didn't WANT to consider the possibility - that no amount of bargaining would ever help. Indeed, no amount of complying to the orders would ever be quite enough. There really was no way out of Jennifer's predicament. Sure. Of course you can. I didn't really meant to put you into an awkward position after all, Jennifer. Why don't we forget this whole business and I'll let you get back to living your privileged, charmed life.His lip scowled as he read her return message to him. The thoughts that ran through his head were ones that his former self would have said to her, if he was still him, talking to anyone he knew. He was usually tentative, soft, afraid of offending anyone, of making anyone else compromise for him. So he was always the one that gave, that bent over backwards. In his position now, the mere idea infuriated him.His answer did not reflect that, as text alone very often did not when not accompanied by obnoxious smileys.Sure you can, Jennifer.Luckily, being a fast type on and off the phone, his other messages came fast and furious.Assuming you don't want to wear it the rest of the day.The scowl turned to a smirk as he imagined the look on her pretty face at that, and he continued onwards.Anything you're wearing other then the blouse, you don't put on again for the rest of the day. It's just one picture, Jennifer. Don't forget I've seen so much more of you...Another beat.And I'll know. I could be anyone, after all...He took a quick peek at the time on his phone before continuing. That's two minutes now, Jennifer.With the two buttons I've asked you to leave undone earlier, that means your picture to me has to have six buttons undone. I wonder if your blouse even has that many to undo?The only time he ever got to taunt people was during a video game, and doing it here to a girl that was stripping for him was incredibly intoxicating.Correction: doing it to ahotgirl was intoxicating. Nobody cared if she was ugly. Jennifer had never been desperate for his attention, or anyone's really. He almost admired that about her, and that was what made the pictures so empowering. It wasn't about the nudity, but about showing her doing something that nobody ever saw her do: be shameless to get someone's attention. Taking her clothes off, spreading her legs, smiling and laughing. Showing off the most intimate parts of her body just to get a rise out of someone.Of course, the guys who looked at it would only see the nudity. But he saw more then that. He peeked at his phone, seeing his clock tick another minute off. He'd give her some leeway.After all, being totally merciless wouldn't be that much fun...

Forcing Boundaries (closed for NinnySnow)

lara

Lara tossed a little in her sleep, her hair tossed over the blanket her sleep restless. Her naked form lie half exposed wrapped in the thin silk sheets. She couldn't afford any blankets, which was ok cause it wasn't that bad. She had had a horrible day before, rent was due. She didn't have it. She'd gone and begged and cried for an extension. He'd eventually given it to her... no price addition. She wasn't sure what he meant by having her do a little bit of work for him but it was better than being on the street. It had to be. She didn't have any idea what he was really thinking of when he'd given her that extention. She didn't hear, when the door creaked slowly open. And she didn't feel the presence standing over her naked form. She didn't see or hear, or she might have run.OOC: I need someone to play the Landlord por favor. Just livin' out a couple rape fantasies landlordI stood over her still form on the bed, the thin sheets couldn't hide her full breasts and firm, trim ass. I had given her the extension of time with the no price condition. I wasn't sure if she realised what she had agreed to as she signed the paper I pushed in front of her, but she would!Kneeling over the top of her, one leg over each side, I put my 240 pounds on top of her legs and sat down on her legs, quickly I pulled the sheet off her as her eyes slowly opened and she awakened.Putting my hand over her mouth, I put my other hand on her T-shirt and.... LaraLara felt a sudden weight on her legs and her eyes slowly opened. As her eyes focussed on the form of her landlord and his hungry stare and went to let out a scream before his hand was roughly forced onto her mouth. She thrashed slightly as she felt his hand on her shirt moving over her large breasts. She let out very muffled screams as she realized now what he'd meant. landlordIC:Keep your mouth shut I told Lara and I'll take my hand off, scream and I'll slap you silly.Taking my hand away I began to pull up the T-shirt to get to those firm tits of hers, God I was getting hard, she was going to be so good!Her eyes bugged out as her shirt came off, and I began to play with her huge breasts, pinching the nipples, hard!"Now be a good girl and unbutton my pants" I told her, "It's getting cramped down there"I figured to test her and just how submissive she was, if I had to tame her a little, oh well... LaraLara thought for a moment and then gave him a dirty look as she thought, I was not raised like this. She let out a growl and a hollar, "Get off me you bastard!" She moved her hands to his chest shoving him back. landlordIC: I grinned as she yelled and shoved me, the other tenants in this seedy apartment I rented to her would stay out of the way, minding their own business and the shove she gave me was like a childs push(although she definately was no child)With one hand I jerked her T-shirt, half ripping it open, with the other I slapped her face as she rose up. As she bounced back onto the bed I stepped off her and the bed tearing the sheets off her.I warned you, baby, and how else do you think you can pay the back rent? Do you have the money?I stepped forward and... LaraLara felt the sting of his sharp blow. She felt the covers rip from her half naked body. She jumped up to try and make a run for the door. She knew no one would say anything, no one would help, tears streamed down her face. She growled loudly, "Damn you! I'll live on the street! I'm not your whore!" Her supple breast could be seen shaking through the tear in her shirt as she pulled herself together trying to go for the door. landlordIC: As she ran i grabbed the back of her t-shirt and pulled hard, tearing it down to her waist. Grabbing her shoulder I spun her around, eying the firm breasts and flat stomach.According to the paper you signed, you are mine, I stated and do you think I'm letting you go without FULL payment?I drew my hand back and....OOC: how hard and how far do we go? LaraOOC: Do whatever you wish, she'll rebel, take her anyway you canLara's face flushed as she felt his hard jerk on her shirt feeling it tear down to her stomache, she stood all but naked before him as he ripped her around. Her entire form shook terribly as he eyed her curves. She moved her hands to cover her exposed breasts and closed her eyes bracing herself as she saw his hand raise. landlordIC: slapped her, hard, the blow tossing her across the room to land half on and half off the flimsy bed. She rolled over onto her stomach, giving me a birds eye veiw of her trim ass and long lean legs. Tearing off her white panties, I grabbed her waist, kicking her legs apart. Shoving my hand between her legs I pushed several fingers into her slit and began to finger bang her. When I felt her start to moisten I... LaraLara felt the bitter sting of his hard slap and her entire body weakly flew acrossed to slam into the bed. her body ached adn she jerked around looking at him her eyes full of terror. She felt his hard grip around her and fought him digging into his arms with her fingernails as he jerked her knees apart shoving his hand into her warm depths. Involuntary her sex began to pulse and throb moistoning as her juices coated his hand. She let out a scream, "No...!!" She bent a knee to kick into his side. landlordDamn!this gal was a she-cat!I had to watch out for the nails, just as I was getting her wet and ready she landed a hard knee in my side, and drew back for another. I saw red, pissed now, intent on punishing her as well as raping her.Grabbing her hair I bent her head back and drove my thumb into her thigh as she cocked her knee. Hitting the pressure caused her to whimper and straighten her leg out wide.Shoving my fingers back into her crotch I began to roughly pump her, feeling how wet she was I unzipped my pants and.... Laralara felt the sudden pressure on her leg and let out a scream then gritted her teeth as he renched her head back pulling her hair hard. She felt his hands in her and began to tear up her large bust heaving, risign and falling as she felt her entire body shuddering from the pain, the terror and just a little touch of pleasure. The latter she tried desperately to surpress as she fought tooth and nail to escape his grasp especially upon hearing the zip of his pants. landlordshe was amazing! she still fought me like a wildcat, plus she was wetter than I had ever seen any woman, then it dawned on me! this gal likes the pain! whether she would admit it or not, she got off on it.I slapped her several more times, each stroke across her face sounding like a whip cracking. Her eyes flutterd and she slacked off fighting me, before she could regain her senses I pulled my long thick shaft out and drilled into her wet slit. with no problem I slid halfway into her well lubed hole.Laughing I teased her, you like it rough, huh baby? I pulled almost competely out of her and then rammed myself back in until my shaft hit bottom.Her breasts heaving, her face was flushed, she was a ravishing site as I continued to.... Her entire body shook as he hit her and she felt herself get dizzy and lost in the feelings for a moment her senses lost. Suddenly she felt his hardness shoved roughly into her and let out a scream as the tender flesh was rammed and beaten so intensly. She tightened her grip on his arms meaning to shove him but overcome at the moment to much to resist it. "No!" Tears poured down her cheeks at the rough treatment, she did like it rough, she knew that, but she needed out. landlordUsing one hand I held both her wrists together over her head, I continued my thrusts and found a steady rythem as I lowered my head to her firm, round breasts and began to bite and tease her nipples.I traced a trail up to her neck and down again nipping her as I thrust, thrust, thrust.With each stroke in I asked her "do you like it rough?" and hit bottom and then pulled back quickly again to repeat the process. I heard tiny sounds escaping from her throat and began to increase my pace. Her face began to flush, her body arch, was she responding to my attack? LaraLara felt his thrusts deep inside her and let out wimpers of pain and moans that seemed almost pleasured. She couldn't respond but her head burried back into the blankets as her hips lifted involuntarily pushing against his her entire body tense her nipples erect pushing into his lips as he bit and teased. landlordLara's body admitted what she refused to say, she liked it rough, despite my forcing her into this, her body was going to betray her... and soon if I could help it!I began to slap her tight bottom as I stroked her wet vagina, pounding her hard and fast."ADMIT IT" I demanded with each slap "YOU LIKE IT"Over and over i repeated it until with a whimper deep in her throat she spoke, as she did I grabbed her slim hips in my hands and began to pound like a crazy man..... Lara's entire body began to grow hot andshe could hardly contain herself as she approached orgasm. How the hell...? She thought to herself, very very few men could ever bring her to her peak and now this good for nothing landlord was about to send her convulsing by rape! She cursed herself silently, mad at her body for giving in to his attentions. But she couldn't think for long, her head was getting cloudy and her thoughts and vision blurred as all she could think about was the constant hard poundings of the large pole in her, impaling her over and over again. She felt the whimper and the hard slaps, his demanding, the slapping, the pounding, his yelling, she gave in with a whimper at the final slap, "I like it! I LIKE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!" She screamed like a madwoman her body bruised and excited. landlordlara's wild frantic orgasm drove me over the edge, I began to come and pulled out squirting cupfuls of semen over her breasts and stomach.She lay on the ratty bed beside me, limp and pleased, and I brought my lips th her ear and suggested "How about we take this to my place and continue" LaraLara turned her head a little away from him her breast heaving her entire body feeling spent and pained. He'd dared ask her for more, after all that. She cursed herself for that out burst, where had taht come from, how could she have said that. She let no answer escape her lips but after a moment she gave in and turned to him, "No more rent... and we can continue..." She decided if he was gonna be an asshole, she can be a bitch right back. She tossed him a sly grin. landlordLara suprised me again, at my suggestion she not only accepted but then showed her strength and demanded "No more rent"I decided to up the anty and replied "No more rent, I move you to a penthouse, But...anything goes until I say so"I watched her face closely as she looked around the single one room dinghy apartment, hearing the neighbors on all sides.Pickup your belongings and lets go, I suggested, pulling my clothes on. LaraLara paused for a moment, considering the offer, sounded good. So what, she'd allready given in to his abuse she might as well become a fuckin' whore, it'd get her out of this place. She heard the sounds of neighbors on one side fighting, baby crying and on the other the loud moans and groans of a couple enjoying eachother. She nodded and got up weakly dragging her clothes on. landlordlara picked up her things and put everything she owned in one small bag, without a backwards glance I wisked her to the elevator{suprised that it worked} and then into my Porsche.During the quick drive over I told her I would order clothes suitable for her and to meet my tastes "I'm an asshole" I laughed "But a generous one to the ones that please me"Another elevator ride, this one smelling clean and fresh and I was showing her a penthouse, bright and airy overlooking the city on all four sides, covering the top floor.Go clean up I instructed, and Don't wear what you've brought with you, there is clothing in the bedroom, I'm sure you can find something that will fit and please me.I watched her leave the room and made myself comfortable on a lounger, one eye on her door and reaching for the telephone. LaraLara sat on the soft cushioned seats of his Porsche adn couldn't help but get excited. She'd never been in a car this nice, she couldn't wait to see the penthouse. Her heart nagged at her that this was wrong, but she pushed it back. Hell this was the only way she'd get ahead in life so fuck them all if anyone thought they'd change her mind. As she entered the penthouse she was awestruck. It was gorgeous, spacious and clean. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She listened to his instructions and decided she wanted to change anyways.In the other room their were beautiful clothes. She grinned and grabbed a red leather miniskirt, and a short white halter top with red trimming at the bottom. She admired herself in the mirror, she had a gorgeous body. She patted her hair down just right then came back out, he was on the phone. "I don't care what it costs or how you do it, get that property, or it will cost me millions and you your life!" I yelled and slammed the phone down, turning and seeing Lara."Now you're a sight that pleases me" I told her "You clean up good" (Actually she was beautiful, but I wouldn't tell her that, not yet)"Before anything else starts, I will tell you my rules" I told her, admiring how she filled out the top and how nice her legs were in the short skirt. "Our agreement is for one year, in that time you will do anything and everything I ask of you, in return I will give you anything money can buy, and rest assured I am stinking rich. Betray me in any way and I will....well do I have to say what I'll do?"Rest assured if I wanted a whore I could just buy one, and for a lot less money, what I want from you is your body and soul! You will live well and you will be my slave" I finished my speech and walked over to her, cupping one breast through the halter and pinching the nipple. Lara looked at him for a moment on the phone, then straightened a little when he jumped up. She gave a half smile at the compliment and listened to his rule nodding. "My rules, No broken bones, no beatings, well..." She paused thinking about the experience and how she'd actually kind of enjoyed it and amended her sentance, "Nothing that'll send me to the hospital anyways." She arched a brow and looked straight at him as he cupped her breasts. I leered at Lara, reading her thoughts as she ponder my previous treatment of her."No hospitals, Lara" I promised "but since you brought up the other subject, that is what we're going to explore next" I reached behind her and pulled a sash off a nearby drape and tied her wrists together, then pulled her to an upright pole and tied the other end of the sash to it."Bend over and spread those sweet legs, slave" I said as I pulled up her skirt "Time for your spanking" Lara stood strictly staring at him until he consented, no hospitals. She couldn't help but give a half grin as her hands were braced to the pole. She bit her lip then moved her body to stretch out as far as she could from it bending over, the skirt was so short it left nothing to the imagination... it also could be plainly seen she wore no underwear. The skirt rode up so just a bit of her bare ass cheeks could be seen under it. As he pulled it up her whole ass was visible to him it's soft curves entrancing him and her wet cunt enticing him, inviting him. She also wore no bra so when the shirt fell slightly open from just the right angle you could see her full breasts dangling loosely downwards. Lara was a vision of raw sex as she stood bent over to the pole, from the side I could see her firm ass cheeks as well as the breast that peeked out her top. She looked at me, her face showing the expectation of what was to happen.I slid my hand over her shoulder and down her back then traced a pattern over her bare ass cheeks. Dipping my finger between her legs I felt heat and moisture."What's this?" I teased "All hot and ready?"I stepped behind her,slid my jeans and shorts off and slid my hard cock up against her wet, inviting entrance."Tell me what you are and what you want" I commanded her Lara decided to fit right into the role, "I'm your slave, I want to serve you, I want to be fucked by you... I want your hot cock in me!" She grinned that being actually half true. She moved her cunt to push against his fingers as he felt her over. Once again I slid my cock into her wet slit, this time from behind her. I drove the full length roughly into her and then yanking back almost completely out drove into her again and again.Reaching both hands under her I mashed her firm breasts, pinching the nipples and then pulling them, stretching the buttons longer and harder.Each thrust of my cock was almost like blow, my abdomen hitting her firm ass cheeks creating a smacking sound forcing a grunt from Lara's throat.I stopped my attack on her breasts and went instead to her firm ass slapping it open handed while I continued to drive in and out of her dripping wet snatch.Lara's body began to tremble, her grunts of pain/pleasure were becoming louder and louder, her breathing coming in short ragged gasps.Adreniline rushed thru my veins making my hips move faster and faster, the smacking of my stomach and hands against her ass becoming almost a constant blurred together sound.Lara's head shook side to side, her moans turning into a ragged "Yes, Yes, Yes" to accompany each smack of my hand or stomach.I tried to hold back my own fast rising orgasm, wanting to time it with hers, to let go both at the same time, my body arched backwards, the blood rushing to my head, veins sticking out in my chest, arms and shoulders. Lara felt his hard manhood impale her set sex through, shoving completely in and then jerking almost all the way out. A rythmic shoving adn beating she arched her backa little aiding in his thrusts.His hands snaked around her waist, she felt them rubbing up her stomache to reach hold of her breasts squeezing and manipulating them to his pleasure. Her allready hard nipples began to swell all the more as he tugged and twisted them.Each thrust of my cock was almost like blow, my abdomen hitting her firm ass cheeks creating a smacking sound forcing a grunt from Lara's throat.As she was beaten from behind his hands moved form her breasts to her ass. She felt a sharp sting as his open fisted hand slammed down on the tender skin. She clenched the pole harder her and squeezed close her eyes as pain and pleasure erupted in her sending chills up her spine. He continued the spanking as he beat into her. His meat tearign into her tender throbbing cunt.She gripped the pole for support as his large flesh ripped into her own waiting sex. Her cunt began to stretch and mold to his large hard cock as he forced her body to accomadate to it's amazing width. She began to grunt with each thrust and smack, as they came in unison. "Yes!" She let out a loud cry coming close to the cliff of her pleasure, she knew she'd only last a few more thrusts. "Fuck me master! Fuck me harder!" She knew he'd like it and had no problems now petting his ego. Her body shook tremendously her shoulder banging against the pole now as she could hardly support herself! "Fuck me, rip me, ram me hard!" She yelled loudly losing all decensy. She arched her back to meet his as her orgasm began. Lara's wild gyrations and screams took us both over the top, her orgasm soaking my thighs, my juices mingled in with hers.She hung on the pole, leaning against it, a testament to my abuse of her lovely body. Untying her wrists from the pole I staggered back to an easy chair and fell backwards into it. Spreading my legs I had a full veiw of her hanging on to the pole, her breasts still heaving as she too fought for air, her long legs trembling, her ass cheeks spasming from the aftermath of her orgasm."That was delicious, Lara, a full course meal" I complimented her "Now why don't you crawl over here and give me desert"Her head turned, her eyes widened in disbelief, her lips pursed to protest, then stopped. She hung her head andslid to her knees................ Lara felt her entire body quaking and also felt his release of her as he plopped back in the chair. She tried frantically to catch her breath, she heard him plop down. Her entire body quivering from the orgasm. Then she heard it, "How bout you give me some dessert." Who did he think he was! Here eyes flared she was about to curse at him but then gave way, she'd made a deal... and he'd just make her do it anyway. She stopped short the words in her throat and dropped exauhsted to her knees and began to climb his direction, she was hot so as she crawled she removed her shirt letting her breasts sway free. AhmedI knew I was pushing her, demanding a third time, even if she had enjoyed the first two rounds, but I wanted to see just what she could do...As she crawled towards me the vixen took off her shirt, and her beautiful breasts swayed with each "step" she took.I felt a tingle at the base of my cock already and I had just unloaded less then 10 minutes before..... LaraLara looked over the huge head of the cock and decided to herself that with this she'd send him so far into orgasm that he'd let her at least get a nap before the next round. She wrapped her hand roughly around his cock with determination, he liked it rough, then she'd give it to him rough. Her hand squeezed a little as she suddenly moved her mouth over his entire length deepthroating him off the bat. Her other hand moved to his balls and wrapped around them. landlordThis woman was amazing! I knew she was experienced, but the way she "attacked" my cock! No preliminaries, just right into her mouth and down her throat! I felt her hand on my balls, not cupping them, more like "seizing" them.I knew what she was after, the faster she could make me cum again, the sooner she was done with me and could rest..Placing my hands on her bobbing head I began to slow down her strokes, keeping her lips on my erection, I began to set the pace...I slowly rose to my feet, her luscious body followed{what choice did she have?impaled on my cock?}her hands reaching out to the cheeks of my ass, probing..."So it's a contest? I sneered "The longer I hold out, the more you have to work at it!"My cock was tender from the previous assaults on her body, but the pleasure I felt from her lips, and the sensation of her "deep throating" me overcame the pain.I felt the blood rush as she continued to "service" me.My resistance was fading, I could feel my sac swelling, my cock actually swelling! I wondered what she would do with my jism? OOC:Just a lil reminder destiny have u forgotten the 'rape in the city' thread? we are waiting 4 u NOT THE PLACE[Edited by BLACK BART on 04-27-2001 at 04:33 PM] LaraLara felt him rise and gripped his ass for support as she continued deepthroating him, fighting his grip, sucking and blowing around his cock as often as she could. Her tounge worked over it's length fiercly as she put all the strength she could muster into it. Her one finger moved to rim his asshole. Her whole body churning, she was exauhsted but she fought on. I could tell she was weak, her reserves exhausted from our continual activities, my abuse of her tender body, and her physical explosions in return.Still her performance was excellent, my blood was boiling, by sac aching from her ministrations, and I beagn to explode, my legs suddenly weak as my energy drained."God, you're good" I groaned as I continued squirting, then fell back into the easy chair "Before we go to bed, I have something for you to wear" I told her, reaching down beside each side of the easy chair and brought up a sheer, expensive, form fitting night gown and in the other hand...OOC: what's in the other hand is up to you, any suggestions? LaraLara sucked and pulled furiously then felt his member tighten as he prepared to shoot his load, she wrapped her lips around the end and prepared herself, his hot liquid steemed out in large sudden spurts spraying to the back of her throat, she swallowed furiously to get it all. As he fell back after the drain of energy she dropped to her hands and knees breathing heavily. She cast a glance up at him, The nightgown wasn't bad, but what was in the other hand shocked her.OOC: Hmmmnmmm... A collar and leash?.... leather straps, something to bind her down or something... domination stuff... "You better get used to these" I tell her menacingly "and hold still while I put them on"Lara's eyes burned into me, but her body was too exhausted to carry through. I buckled the collar around her neck and put a small padlock on it."Now your wrists and ankles" I instructed "Hold still"I placed the leather cuffs on each trim ankle and petite wrist, snuggly, guarnteeing no escape, then put a matching padlock onto each."It's not a matter of trust" I tell her "It's a matter of who is slave, and you fit the bill"I stand and then lift her to her feet, then turn her towards the bedroom."First you clean yourself, then show me how your gown fits, then bed" I instruct her, pointing to the bathroom.The bedroom is huge, the size of a normal main floor in a house. Both bathrooms are also, as I head into mine I hear the water begin to run in hers. Humming I take a quick shower, then head back to the bedroom and wait for Lara's entrance. "You better get used to these" I tell her menacingly "and hold still while I put them on"Lara's eyes burned into me, but her body was too exhausted to carry through. I buckled the collar around her neck and put a small padlock on it."Now your wrists and ankles" I instructed "Hold still"I placed the leather cuffs on each trim ankle and petite wrist, snuggly, guarnteeing no escape, then put a matching padlock onto each."It's not a matter of trust" I tell her "It's a matter of who is slave, and you fit the bill"I stand and then lift her to her feet, then turn her towards the bedroom."First you clean yourself, then show me how your gown fits, then bed" I instruct her, pointing to the bathroom.The bedroom is huge, the size of a normal main floor in a house. Both bathrooms are also, as I head into mine I hear the water begin to run in hers. Humming I take a quick shower, then head back to the bedroom and wait for Lara's entrance.As she felt the buckle around her neck she mouthed a silent "son of a..." She let her eyes burn into him as he explained to her, he was master, she was slave. How'd she get herself into this, she knew, that bastard had raped her, she'd meant to turn it around, this isn't what she meant... but... oh she'd just have to give in. She felt herself pulled to her feet and chains and all she headed towards the abthroom. Lara went to the shower turned it on looking at the chains irritatedly she got in and began washing her entire lusious body. The warm water felt so good against her body so wonderful, mnmmm, she rubbed soap over every nook then finally reluctantly got out. She wandered over to the bed and looked at the gown, luckily it had a button down front or she'd never get them on over these cuffs and chains. She slipped it on then spent a painstakingly long time getting every button done up. She sighed and sat for a moment before getting up to go see if he was done, she walked out. Of course he was. There. Sitting waiting to see how she looked, his slave. She scowled at the thought. The nightgown fit her curves perfect, covering yet accenting, enticing yet almost demure.....I stood as she entered the bedroom, admiring her walk, the sway of her breasts and the slide of the fabric across them."You started out a broke tramp in a run down apartment, and in one night went to my mistress in this penthouse, not to bad I'd say, just don't forget our deal" I told her.She walked to the custom made canopy style bed, and crawled onto it's soft surface."How's it feel" I asked her, watching her lay her head down, and curl up. The fabric had clung erotically to her ass cheeks, clinging to the valley between them invitingly.I laid on the bed, propping myself up on some of the scattered pillows, determined to give her a rest, let her come up to full strength and spirit."Oh one other thing, I almost forgot" I said, and attached one wrist by chain to the closest post, Lara's eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady, she probably wasn't even aware.......Too bad, I thought, I could go for another round or two before bed. My cock tingled and twitched in response as I drifted off to sleep.... LaraLara let him get his fill of her in the gown but didn't want him to become to aroused again, so as quickly as she could she headed towards the bed. She felt the soft covers and smiled half listening to what he was saying as she curled up on it, her eyes closed slowly, she heard him say somthing but didn't make it out, she drifted to sleep taking in the warmth of the new bed gladly. I slept like the dead, the day had exhausted me more than I could have believed, and woke to a warm soft body curled against me. I stroked her hair and gently removed her collar and cuffs, admiring her perfectly formed body as I did so.Lara murmered at my touch and rolled to her back, her eyes slowly opening and focusing on me."Not again, not so soon" she said, and I laughed softly, replying."No my pet, first we shower together, then we dine. I've taken the liberty to order, and am sure you are famished"I rose from the soft bed and extended my hand to her... Lara felt a soft touch and at first moved into his carresses than as her senses began to return to her she rolled over and groaned lightly, "Not so soon..." She murmered, how could he be ready to go,w hat was he gonna do fuck her from dawn to dusk... god... she heard him chuckle and a no, Her eyes opened and adjusted on him. "Shower... dinner..." She let out a smile, food, she was famished. She took his hand and let herself be pulled up, She thought for a moment, showering together might arous him... she shrugged, What the hell, the food would be here and that would interupt him... they should get in a meal first. As we showered together I let my hands roam her body, washing her back and firm buttocks, her muscular legs and thighs. I was completely erect and saw her glances at my cock and then my face as if questioning, slightly apprehensive.I chuckled to myself, altough wanting her, I too was famished and realized there would be time to explore."Who knows, a good sleep, meal and halfway decent treatment, she might just get to like the arrangement" I thought to myself.As we finished the hot shower and toweled off, I tossed her a heavy robe and took a deep breath. "I can smell fresh coffee, I hope you're hungry" I said, heading thru the door and towards the table set up on the balcony.I turned and watched as she walked towards me, admiring the shape of her leg as it showed itself with each step, and the sway of her body.Pulling a chair out for her I waited top seat her.... Lara removed the gown slowly and then stepped into the shower, her body still a little sore and bruised from last nights escapades. She moaned a little as the hot water spilt over her tender flesh. He came in behind her moving his hands over her with the bar of soap. She felt him rubbing her back, a gentle massage she felt good... down her ass and legs . Her body arched a little taking the full body massage. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his erect cock glistening wanting. She gave him an aprehensive look, but he didn't seem like he was going to do anything. Not then...She then moved reluctantly out of the shower, away from the searing water that had comforted her. She felt very refreshed as she wrapped the towel around her body drying every part of her. She smelt the gentle aroma of the coffee and a light smile traced her lips, mnmm, she nodded at him and headed behind him towards the table.I took the offered seat delicately. "Very good, Lara" I complimented her as she gracefully seated herself "You can be a lady, I'm glad"I sat down next to her and began to offer her the many dishes on the breakfast table, pouring coffee, watching her face for any traces of anger or resentment."Lara, be faithful to me, and I will be your friend and sponsor, be untrue and you'll end up in a place far worst than where we first met, do you understand?" I half stated/half asked."Be honest with me, and yourself...what happened yesterday turned you on more than a little, especially the rough stuff?" I said, watching her face even closer. Lara didn't respond to the initial remark, slightly irritated by it, but she strived not to show it. She hated his easiness as he gave this obvious threat she could help but get a pissed look on her face but she fought it and soon the look faded. "Yeah, guess... I like the man actually dominating, taking some fuckin' innitiative." Muttered, "even if he is a prick..." her voice was lower this time, forgetting the ladylike behavior easily slipping into her normal street-raised self. I let a large grin come to my face, hearing her comment and the muttering. "So we agree, I'm a prick, and your my tramp. BUT ONLY MY TRAMP!" I emphasized by slapping my hand on the table, rattling the dishes. "Now that we have that out of the way, lets eat, and why don't you try looking at all the good things we could have together."I tore into my food with energy, suddenly ravenous for breakfast, and a second round with her sexy body & bitchy attitude."A lady and a tramp, all rolled into one" I chuckled, my eyes boring into her, imagining what she would do for me next..... LaraShe glared up at him then cowered slighlty at the loud slam on the table. She nodded keeping her face straight. She reached out and took her fork and began devouring a pancake.She glared at him, asshole that he was she stabbed into a piece of sausage. Round and long she got a half smirked, put it gently between her lips, running them over it's length. Suddenly in the middle knowing he was watching, she bit down snipping off the tip of it. She gave him a defiant smirk as she chewed. Knowing he'd fuck her anyway, but didn't care. I watched her eating, satisfying her hunger, not missing the innuendo of the sausage being bitten. Finishing my meal I slid my chair back and watched her devour her food. As she finished the last morsel and dabbed her lips with a napkin I spoke."Good, you're done, now drop that robe off and and come over here and sit on my cock! I think you need another lesson in obediance and I need to work off some of this breakfast."She stood and glared, then shrugged her shoulders and began to untie the robe.... Lara glared at him, blunt enough. She shrugged and rose letting the robe slip off teasingly slow. Her full figure looking replenished and gorgeous, from a nice nights rest and a good breakfast. She walked over swaying her hips a little and pulled out his chair him in it. Soon she straddled his hips, his cock allready being erect made it easy. "ready all morning weren't ya..." She gave him a mischivious grin then moved so her slit was just above the head, she bobbed a little on the head, her breasts in his face and hands on his shoulder. She continued, teasing. She was teasing, a bitch in heat, and I could feel the heat, her slit rubbing the tip of my painfully aroused cock, making it even more blood gorged than ever, her firm breasts in my face.I could feel her wetness, knowing she was enjoying this and ready for it and decided to teach her a lesson, prick style."Rule # 1" I stated, placing my hands on her trim hips "Never bite the hand that feeds you!" and drove the length of my cock upward as I brought her hips downward, impaling her on the the near full length of my cock.She gasped in response, caught unaware, confident she was in control."Rule # 2" I stated "Never fuck with the boss, until after you have fucked him" and lifted her up, nearly off me and then drove myself completely into her, her cleft bottoming out on my erection."Rule #3" I snapped "Never, ever forget Rules 1 and 2" I marked each word with a violent thrust into her wet hole, pounding her, determined to drive the "point" home. LaraLara smirked at him as he began with the rules, "Don't you ever shut u..." She stopped abruptly as she was forced hard down onto his engorged cock. A gasp escaped her lips but she fought quick to get her breath back and glared as rule number 2 was explain and gripped his shoulders harder griting her teeth as she was forced dwon again. Her body shook furiously as she was rammed harder and faster down onto him, her head rolled back a little as her pussy lubricated his hard shaft she felt herself impaled over and over again. I stared into her eyes, meeting her fire with my own, letting her see my anger at her attitude.I was fully refreshed from the sleep and meal, and could hold off this first orgasm as long as I wanted to. Still her body and smart mouth drove me crazy and I increased the strength of each upward thrust as I pulled her hips down to meet me."No smart comment, tramp?" I grunted, not giving her a chance to answer I continued ramming into her pussy, feeling it getting wetter by the second.I continued thrusting and controlled her twisting hips, squeezing her firm buttocks as I pulled her down again and again.... Lara glared, meaning to make a comment about it but could only succeed in letting out a loud grunt as just as she was about to speak she was ripped down and impaled again, "Fu.." She started again, but ever breath was ripped out of her at his continuous thrusting. I pounded into her wet chasm, punishing her for her bitchiness and pleasuring her in the process, determined to make her cum, and cum and cum...Loosing all control I went wild, slamming her pelvis with mine, knocking the air from her ample lungs, bringing a sweat to her body from the forced exertions.I swept the table clear, knocking our finished meal and dishes from the heavy wood surface and stood, lifting her still impaled body with mine, and laid her on the cool surface."Now we see if I can split you, tramp" I told her and began to hammer her with my full weight, intent on punishing her beautiful body as ahrd as I could.Her lips were open, her eyes no longer returning my stare as she laid there, her arms around my neck as I pulled out and slammed in again and again and again..... Lara's body fought hard to keep control, but the battle was hopeless, her body was limp as he tossed it impaled onto the table. She felt the cold wood rubbing against her bare back and his full weight being forced in and out of her, over and over. She felt herself on the brink of her orgasm, but her hands fought hard trying to push him back, "fuc... fuck..." Was all she could managae as he pummeled her body. I watched Lara's face as I continually speared her, a flush rising to her cheeks, her breath being pounded out of her with each thrust. I held back barely long enough to watch her orgasm tear thru her, listening to the sounds she made as she made as she reached her own peak and went over.I pushed myself off her, feeling my cock slide out of her still contracting muscles and began to dress for the day."That was good, baby" I told her "I'll be back tonight at 6, heres some spending money, do what you want with it...If you're here when I come back, wear something sexy, I look forward to it"I left her as she was getting up from the table, her luscious body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, hearing her mutter "bastard".I wondered if she would be at the penthouse when I came back, or would I need to find another that had as much fire in her? Lara's breath came in hard sharp exhales in time with his every thrust up until her orgasm. As she felt it sweep over her her head flung back and she let out a loud scream and her entire body became link.He pulled his cock out of her abruptly and she layed back just laying on the table physically exauhsted. She smirked a little as he left, "Yeah, I'll see ya..." She grinned, then added under her breath, "Bastard."I smirked as he left out the door, the thought of running had crossed my mind, but asshole or not she was not about to give up this place. She moved her hand around the beautiful furniture and curtains. OPPs, please forgive this humble, stupid soul, wrong threadSo Sorry, So sorry.[Edited by wildxfire on 05-12-2001 at 07:07 PM] I arrived at the penthouse early evening, dressed in an expensive "Dinner suit", pleased by the days profits I was feeling generous, hungry and horny.Seeing Lara moving around in the bedroom I poured myself a drink and made myself comfortable in a lounge chair."Did you take my advice and go shopping" I questioned the doorway "We have reservations to one of the best restaurants in the city, and you need to be dressed well, I want to show you off"Hearing heels clicking on the polished wood floor I turned to see her..... Lara had been so engrossed in trying on the new outfits she'd bought, she hadn't heard him enter. "Did you take my advice..." She started but grinned as she looked in the mirror, "Oh, definately..." Then under her breath, "You'll definately like this you horny bastard..." She grinned she had to admit, she was kind of enjoying this relationship. She pulled on the dress just a touch and walked out. His gaze started from the bottom working up, she wore gorgeous black heels then a long red dress that was loose around the calves then hugged tightly to her thighs and around her hips, it went up all the way to just above her nipples and was tight around her bosom. It was strappless and he noticed her bust seem to be about to burst out of the top, a beautiful golden necklace adorned her gorgeous neck. She had her hair up in a bun with a gold chain entwined througout it elegantly. Her makeup was done, anticipating the night. Lara was stunning! I let my eyes roam her body, the dress fitting her like a glove, accentuating all her lovely curves and valleys. Her breasts looked like they were balanced on the edge of the dress, ready to leap out, her nipples clearly hard, making sharp points, drawing my attention.Her hair was drawn up, showing her long delicate neck, and beautiful, dainty ears.Everything about her was done to perfection, each touch complimenting the next, her beauty and sexiness meshing together.I rose to my feet and complimented her, honestly, and in admiration "Sweetheart, you are truly gourgeous"Offering her my arm I guided her thru the door and towards our dinner reservation. She looked every bit the part of a lady and acted it too, when she wanted to I reminded myself.On the drive to the restaurant I told her "You are spoiling me, dressed that way, as beautiful of a picture you make, if you can put up with a horny bastard like me I'll spoil you also"Lara looked at me, her eyes twinkling mischieviously, and licked her red lips before speaking.... I could tell from his face he approved, not like I'd doubted for a moment he wouldn't, she smirked as his eyes roved her every curve. At his compliment I let a sly look cross my face and I took his arm, "I know."I allowed myself to be led out as we headed to our engagement. "Indeed, of course." She smiled and grazed his cheek teesingly with the palm of her hand, to him teasing, to everyone else a gesture between a loving couple, she held herself proud and exquisetly, she wetted her lips briefly before smirking again, "I can, dear, believe me I can. I know how to handle a man as well..." I was very pleased with her apperance, and her behavior, not missing her attitude or the smirk that played across the exquisite features of her face."Oh well, I'll take care of the smirk later" I told myself over dinner, admiring how she handled herself over dinner, as if she had sat at the finest table every day of her life, her poise and grace stunning me and all who saw her.I couldn't help but notice the looks the other men gave her, from the mayor of the city, to the waiter who practically drooled over her. That was ok also, let the jealous bastards look all they wanted, as long as Lara behaved, I was content to let them have an eyeful...We finished dinner and moved to the lounge, to enjoy a few drinks, relax and enjoy the view over the adjoining garden.I mingled with a few society people, letting Lara roam, keeping an eye on her as she became a growing center of attention. Registered: Mar 2001From: upper midwestLara calmly ate her food, behaving as she should not really wanting to cause any trouble at the moment. She watched as they had both finished, his hand offered to her she decided to take it. With his help she raised form her chair and walked by his side towards the lounge. She too had noticed the look and didn't hesitate to flash a flirting smile at all who looked. As he left to mingle she decided to enjoy herself and approached one of the gentlemen. "Good evening."The smile that crossed her face was posotively charming as her voice came out, deep cool seductive. I minglrd with the men, shaking hands, telling jokes, making contacts for the future, reminding some of them I was calling in a favor...The women I treated courteously, with the utmost respect, at least in public, I thought to myself.Lara had wandered over to Jack, a real ladies man, and quite a handsome one to boot. I noticed they "hit it off" quite well and Lara was charming him with her beauty and smile.I bumped into someone, distracted by Lara's flirting, and hearing a squeal turned and caught a young woman as she fell. She was obviously innebriated, barely able to walk, but still quite a package full of curves. As I apologized and lifted her small frame to her feet she suprised me by wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me, hard and deep on the lips.I calmly pulled away, as she blushed and apologized, her face going crimson. "I don't know what came over me, sorry, too much to drink " she stuttered as she made a quick exit, the men around us laughing."Nellie's had too much to drink and gets real affectionate" one explained, as I turned and found Lara again.Lara's eyes were burning, her face obviously furious, even from acrooss the room. She had seen the kiss I assumed, and read too much into it. I decided to see what she would do and continued to mingle, my mind on the "game" that seemed to be unfolding. I headed for the bar, to quench my suddenly terrible thirst. Lara mingled with Jack, talking and smiling and giggling, doing the best she could to enjoy herself. She glanced over her shoulder and cought the passionate kiss, "bastard..." She muttered before turning around, she was furious, not so much at him, but at that little bitch he'd probobally found to take her place, she wasn't about ready to let herself lose the new life she'd found. The party was waning as I walked towards Lara, now sitting at a cocktail table, chatting with Jack and said hello."Isn't she everything I told you she was?" I questioned him, then looked at Lara. "The hour is late, dear, and I have an early appointment. I believe it's time to say goodnight"I extended my hand to help her and was amused as she made a point of ignoring it and rose to her feet unassisted. She took her time saying good night to Jack before turning to me."All right dearrr" She growled, taking my arm as we moved to the door, and out into the night.Lara was cold as ice as we waited for our car, her answers short and biting. I drove the Porsche hard, pushing it thru the traffic, cutting off vehicles as I passed them, the speedometer quickly passing the 125 mark. Instead of heading towards the city and the penthouse I turned towards the mountain road and began winding up the twisting, narrow trail, power sliding the rear end around each hairpin curve.Lara continued her silence, as if ignoring even the wild ride, until I reached a deserted look out point and slammed the brakes on, sliding sideways to a halt.I shoved my door open and ran around the car, yanking her door open and pulling her from it. "What the he.. is wrong with you b..." I growled, forcing her against the fender of the car.Lara's eyes shined red with the moonlight as she finally opened her mouyh and spoke.... Lara sat amused at the cocktail table, she was smiling and giggling actually having a good time. It'd been a long time since she laughed simply because she was happy, it felt so good. It was soon cut short though as he approached. She growled as he told her they were leaving and offered his hand, "F*** him..." She thought to herself then smiled and rose unassisted. She leant down and kissed Jack on the cheek. "Thank you, I had an absolutely lovely time with you." She smiled and brushed a lossed strand of hair behind her ear. Then took his arm, "Allright. Dear." She grumbled as they walked out. She sat ignoring him, her arms crossed and looking out the window. She refused to acknowledge him, and she couldn't care less what speed he was going. Suddenly he lurched to a stop, she almost said something but stayed silent.He stormed out of the car and around jerking her out of the car roughly bruising her arm as he slammed her back into the fender. "Son of a...""What the he.. is wrong with you b..." He growled and for a moment she stammered... "Wh.. What?" Then hissed, "Oh fuck you, if this is about Jack you really aren't one to talk! And flirting with other guys was NOT prohibited in the rules!" She ignored his horrid glare, "Can't help it if he's more charming than you."She ripped her hands away and crossed them acrossed her chest turning her head away to look out over the lookout point. I throw my head back and begin to laugh, amused at the thoughts going thru my head."Turn your head and look at me when I talk to you" I warn"When we first met, you were just a peice of ass for me" I continued "Anybodies for the taking, but that's changed, hasn't it?"I put my hands on her shoulders, forcing her to turn and look at me "Now you're mine" I told her "As far as Jack, he's harmless, I can squash him like a bug, and he's aware of it, that's why he still works for me"I am amused by the reaction on her face and laugh again."As for the drunk bimbo, she kissed me, and nothing else. Why have junk food when I can have the main course at home?"I grin at her, then put my hands on my hips, telling her "Now I think you have some apologizing to do, and I don't mean with words, right?" She turned her head sharply glaring at him then turning back, "I was never, Anybodies for the taking... You took what wasn't yours." She hissed angrily.She scowled at him at the comment, "He's a better man than you besides..." She shook her head, "I didn't do anything wrong, you're a bastard and I'm a bitch... you knew that... take it or leave it." I shake my head slowly, the anger building in me. She was right, I took what I wanted, as always, but no one ever took from me."I made a mistake" I told her "You're right, I'm the bastard, you are MY bitch, and I take what I want"I took the front of her dress in my hands and tore it open, splitting it full length into 2 peices, revealing her body hidden only by the sexy panties she wore."Now do you want me to take those off you also?" I asked as I threw the dress over the cliffs edge She got a cocky grin on her face as he admitted his mistake, then she glare as he put his hands ont eh front of her dress. Suddenly he ripped and her eyes got wide, mouth dropping, "You bastard! My new dress!" SHe sat there upset in her panties and then crossed her arm and muttered, "Bastard..." I took the "bastard" as meaning I should, and lifted her under her arms onto the hood of the Porsche. With one hand I slid a finger under the g string and tore it off, with the other I unzipped my own pants and pulled out my rapidly growing cock.Spreading her legs with my hands I pushed my erection against her neatly shaved slit and asked her "Why do you have to be such a bitch? Is it becauses it pisses me off and then I do this?" I punctuated my last word by ramming my cock into her. She grunted a little as he took her and threw her onto the hood of the car and moved his finger into her panties then tore it up. She bit her lip prepared as he spread her legs, seh couldn't help but glance around, someone might see. Then turned and grinned at his first question, "You like a bitch... you like fuckin' rapin' me like thi..." She was cut short as he thrust himself into her roughly, she closed her eyes as the pain and pleasure took over. Lara was right, I liked a "bitch" especially when she had an body as gourgeous as hers! I also enjoyed the "power" of putting her in her place, and fucking her brains out.I noticed as I pounded into her she liked it also...The extra thrill of maybe being caught gave me quite a rush also.Lara's full breasts were bouncing back and forth, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, arching her delicious neck. I cupped her supple ass in my hands and began pulling her towards me increasing the strength of each thrust, my thighs "smacking" into her."Admit it bitch, you like it" I snarled as I pounded her, punishing her again for her attitude. She let out a loud howl as he buried his length into her over and over again.She felt her entire body shaking, her breasts banging up and down over her chest. She trew her head back moaning loudly, "Fuck me Bastard!" She was loving this his hard and vicious thrusts, bangin into her. I could feel her wetness, lubricating us as I increased my pace, my ass moving like a piston, moving faster and faster.Again I repeated "Admit it bitch, you like it" slamming into her with each word. I spread her cheeks wide and slid a finger into her tight anus, probing, seeing if this would excite her more.I could feel the pressure building in my balls as I continued thrusting...... She felt him probing her deeper and deeper and wasn't holding back on the moans and screams of pleasure that erupted from his contact, "Fuckin' yeah!" She screamed, "I love it! Take me Take me Take me!" She writhed on hood of the car as he fucked her deeper and deeper yelling at her as he did, "Hot! Sweet! Sweat! Fuck!" She moaned loud yelling out as she approached the brink of orgasm. His finger thrust into her ass made her writh all the more, though what brought her the most pleasure was definately his cock buried into her. The sight was incredible, Lata's body swaying to and fro not only drove me crazy, the sensation she was creating on my cock was even greater. As she slid back and forth my cock was squeezed then let go, her inner muscles "milking" my cock and driving me over the edge.I began to cum, pouring out an incredible stream that filled her and ran down her thighs and mine. My legs felt like wet noodles and I leaned against her and the Porsche, catching my breath and feeling my cock still buried in her.As I brushed a strand of hair from her face I told Lara "We may not be the best of friends, but we definately have the chemistry,are you interested in going back to the penthouse and finish this?"I had visions of us beside the fireplace, sharing glasses of brandy and each others body... She tossed her head from side to side as his thrusting became more urgent with his growing need for a release, she felt him tense and let her mouth open wide as his cum shot into her in mass amounts, so much some began to moved down their thighs so tightly pressed together. She felt him lose strength and fall against her and the car. She smiled a little as he brushed the strand out of her face then leaned up and to both their surprise kissed him, "Mhmmm..." Was all she could manage. I bundled Lara up in my shirt and suit jacket and we quickly drove to the penthouse. "Why don't you freshen up while I find us something to drink" I suggested. For a reply she shrugged her shoulders, letting the jacket and shirt fall to the floor, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.I watched her nude form disappear thru the doorway, appreciating the way her buttocks moved as she glided across the floor.I quickly found several bottles of wine, I had put in the cooler before we left, and pulled some meat and cheese from it also and moved to the "den".I had just lighted the fire, watching it's hypnotizing flame, when I heard Lara calling out. I called to her and turned from the fireplace, and poured two glasses as she walked into the room. For the second time in one day day I was stunned as Lara made her entrance. She smiled and wrapped his offered clothes around her riding home, she hardly even noticed the ride. She smiles and went inside hurriedly from the cold night air.At his orders she shrugged noncaring and dropped her coverings heading for the bedroom. She muttered, "Good thing I bought more than one outfit..."I walk out and glanced around, where the fuck did he go..., I yelled out for him, then I heard a noise in the den. Smiling I smoothed down my short black silk form fitting dress and fidgeted with the pearls around my neck to make sure they looked perfect. I glanced in adn leaned against the door frame watching him smile as he looked over her form, "Like it?" "Yes" I admitted "I can't decide what is more stunning, you in the dress, or the dress on you"I offered her the glass of wine and as she took it I questioned "Truce?, for at least the evening...Let's polish off this good wine and enjoy the fire and each others company"I walked over to a pile of pillows and dropped down on them, offering her the bunch next to mine."I'll try to be charming and you can be sweet? OK?" I smiled after his comment, "Well let's try not to rip this one..." Pauses for a second then stepped forward taking the wine and weighed it over, "Truce."I smiled and headed over to the pillows, this seemed romantic. I leaned down and reclined on them ignoring the dress riding up a bit, "I can try." She flashed a saucy grin the realizing it surpressed it and got a soft smile. "Ahhh about the dress, I could replace it, if you want, it did look great on you" I told her, watching more and more of her slim legs appear from under the dress."For that matter, put a whole closet full of dresses in, if it makes you happy" I continued "You have an almost unlimited credit card in your name, if you buy what makes you happy, buy it"I wondered if money was everything to her, or was she deeper? "I'll put another log on the fire" I said "More wine?"As I returned my hand brushed the inside of her leg, sliding up to her thigh. "UH, sorry" I said, suddenly feeling like a school boy on his first date. I filled the glasses again, trying to hide my mixed feelings. She smiled a little, "I would actually, it was my favorite."She brushed a hair back and looked absently towards teh fire, "Allright..." She glanced down at the floor till she heard a sudden had up her thigh. "Wh.." She almost spoke till he pulled away suddenly, childlike... like a virgin hoping for his first. She almost chuckled but didn't.Especially when she saw his eyes as he refilled the glasses. There was something more... was he begining to actually like her, not lust, like. She bit her lip and chewed on it nervously for a second. Then she turned adn looked at him again his eyes still on teh glasses. She put a hand up to caress his cheek then took his other hand and put it back on her thigh."I never did thank you... well not verbally. Thank you." She smiled genuinely at him, caressing his cheek.OOC: Sorry this is me posting, Destiny, Adrians using my computer and we're doing a horrible job at logging out... I'm really sorry.[Edited by Adrian_Matthew on 05-18-2001 at 10:19 PM] Lara's face had changed, somehow, her eyes showing confusion and mixed emotions. Her touch to my cheek was gentle, like a breath of air, as was her voice as she spoke."Can I confess something to you" I asked, not ordering her as I had previously.I looked into her eyes, searching for the street wary woman to return, hoping for one brief respite, that she would stay this gentle lady I had just found.Her hand guided mine down to her thigh and I began to stroke her smooth skin, cool to the touch, letting my finger nails trace small patterns and then "erasing" them with the palm of my hand as I rubbed her thigh gently. I paused, his voice soft, his face gentle, what was wrong, what had happened. I bit my lip in nervousness and cast my eyes downward realising my forwardness, he was probobally toying with me... the realization hit me, but instead of rebuking him I could only respond with tenderness, "Of course you may master..." I did not want his punishment, I didn't want his rebuking, was this a test? That would spoil the moment. My mind raced over a hundred possibilites, always going back to the one that he genuinely cared, then dismissing it, racing... confused. His fingers over my thigh only made the moment more torturous more confusing... I didn't know what was going on as I moved my eyes up to meet his hoping ot see the gentle eyes, instead of the fammiliar smirking, or demanding man I'd known. I said softly "No master or slave tonight, just you and I, please?" Then swallowed and continued..."I was like you, once, a few years ago, street smart and dead broke, but determined to get rich, no matter what the penalty"I took a deep drink on my glass, emptying it and setting it aside, then began again "I'm stinking rich now, and the cost was no friends, just business associates, who you never turn your back on for fear they will "screw" you when your not looking. I knew when I met you that you were special, I never dreamed how good you would clean up or the feelings you would bring out in me"I brought my free hand to the nape of her long graceful neck and leaned forward and gently brushed her lips with mine, then leaned back, brushing her cheek as she had mine.I smiled and said lightly "The last honest job I had was as a masseuse, I was fairly good they said" trying to relax her, and erase the suspicion I had seen flicker over her face.OOC: No problem on the username, love the way you write and congratulations, Destiny, I see you just got promoted to "Guru"....Goodnite, gotta get some ZzZzZzZz'SsS[Edited by BLACK BART on 05-18-2001 at 11:22 PM] I searched his eyes, he was so serious, so kind... I semi scoffed at his "I was like you.." but soon as I felt a kindredness in him i began to believe. I nervously moved my hand to my drink, swirling it around in the glass unconciouslly fidgeting.I looked into his eyes, "no friends.. only" I suddenly saw an emptiness, not the same man who'd been mindlessly fucking me over and over again, but a man lost, stuck in a dark maze, looking for someone, needing something to guide him out, or else he'd be forever cought in it. Forever alone and in the dark. The hollowness struck my soal, the pain was so great my eyes changed, I was no longer fearful... I wanted to help this man, and somehow in helping him, help myself from the similar situation I was in, not soo deep but very close.I smiled at the tender kiss returning it moving my hand to take his hand on my cheek and squeeze it gently, assuring him I would be there for him. Just a moment ago I had seen him as nothing but a repulsive creature, something I was forced to put up with to get what I want. Now there was something more, something to this man... something drawing me closer, though I was confused, unsure of what to do... could our relationship change so much, how could we manage what I was feeling and he too seemed to, when I still remembered well the first time he'd forced himself on me and the abuse after, suddenly it dawned on me, if this was true, if all of this was true, I could overlook it... I searched his eyes in hope, in hope of seeing no trace of the bastard I'd had, and the new man I hoped to.OOC: Wow thank you!I saw the guru, that was quick, I've only been here a few weeks... *Is all smiles* I love posting with you, feel free to post in any of my strands![Edited by Destiny_Brent on 05-19-2001 at 12:18 AM] I could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes, doubt, uncertain after all I had done to her, and something else I wasn't quite sure of. I had to prove to her I was sincere, I realized and had made several steps earlier that day. I began to tell her about them as I carressed her neck and cheek."This is the name of my banker, call him and give him your name, and he'll tell the dollar amount that has been placed in an account for you, it will guarntee you can live well for the rest of your life."I had given her the ability to escape, leave behind everything that been forced on her, and not sacrifce herself simply to survive. I gave her the next step I had arranged."Call this second number, it's the name of the President of the largest realtor company in the U.S., he will personally find you whatever home you wish to live in, anywhere, and I do mean anywhere on this planet, my compliments, , the location will stay confidential between you and him"I gave her freedom, without fear of reciprocation from myself and a choice to live where ever she chose.I gave her the final step, to me the most costly because it would make me vulnerable to her, something I hadn't let happen before."You can leave,when ever you wish, there is a chauffer and his limousine waiting for you downstairs, he has instructions to take you to any place you wish to go. I kissed her gently, on her soft lips, breathing in her smell, of perfume and woman, then looked into her eyes and spoke."What I did to you was wrong, and I am sorry, it is the only way I know how, to take what I want as all around me do also. You don't have to live like that anymore, and that is my gift to you no strings attached. I felt in you something that reminded me of myself, long ago, before I chose this path, I missed that feeling and selfishly took it from you. It was hope, the ability to dream, and reach for them....I give that back to you, hopefully undamaged and with interest"I sat back in the cushions, pouring myself a huge glass of wine, and stared into the fire. Hearing her punch in the first phone number,I was certain she would leave once she was sure she was able to. I watched in amazment as he revealed to me the life he'd set up, the account the ability to leave and live well. I couldn't speak only watch in awe, my look of confusion begining to give way to kindness, and, a surprise to us both, love.I felt his soft gentle kiss, and closed my eyes as the feel of him took over my feelings in a turmolt inside. I shivered the tempation to go was so strong... to be free, live anywhere I wanted... dreams I'd long held to might come true, I had the chance to have all I ever wanted. But to my surprise all I felt I wanted at that moment was to be with him, to somehow get inside of him to save him from the person he was, and in the attempt, possibly get saved herself.The person he was... That gave her hope, there might be in him something, something she'd wanted all her life, a friend, a lover... a real lover.She sat back, no this was the man who'd viciously taken her, she had been broke and vulnerable and he'd taken her, thinking he could own her. She shoved herself up and went to the phone to dial. Something in her yelling at her to go back, that voice returned and she hardly heard what the man on the other end quoted her.*Click* She hugn up teh phone suddenly and turned around, "We... We could run away together, we could move, far away. You don't have to be this person... we could..." She paused shocked at her own voice not believing it. "Please, you can quit whatever this business is... you can be that man... the man you were, I want to know him... I can see a little of him, I want to see more..." I turned my head from the fire and stared at her, stunned, her suggestion bringing hundreds of possibilities to mind. Was that what I had seen in her eye and not recognized, she cared for me? I voiced my thoughts, the reality of what I had hoped to find overwhelming me. I lowered my head, trying to hide the wetness in my eyes as I told her."If I sell everything I have accumulated, it will take me several days, and be in the tens of millions. In a week after that I will be forgotten here. But the only thing I've ever known is how to take, what if I slip and turn on you....."To leave this life with Lara as my willing partner and friend was a huge rush, greater than any I had found in my "deals", but what if I did hurt her, I worried."This may be the only way I can prove to you I can give" I told her, gathering her in my arms and pulling her gently to me "Money I have, but may be short in this department"I kissed her, inhaling her fragrance again, waiting to see if she would accept a lover, instead of a bully. She smiled as he seemed to get into the idea, suddenly I moved to his side and kneeled before me, the innocence, the lost look in his eyes as I moved his chin to face me, my eyes searching his. "You won't have to take, I will give it... We can be allright." I wrapped my arms around him then pulled back meeting his kiss, "I want you, to be with you... the real you, the one that was hidden... together we'll find eachother... I trust you, you can trust me..." We'll check eachother, you start acting like a jerk I'll let you know, and you can let me know if I start... acting out." My hand massaged over his cheek, "We'll make it... don't worry."OOC: Sorry I gotta go to work, I'll be back in about 4 1/2 hours, a short day My face brightened, an idea has hit me! I leap up and ask Lara to wait, telling her I'll be right back! I run out of the room and into the guest room, ripping apart an old chest until I find what I need and then running back to the fireplace and Lara. She is startled, her face confused and eyes questioning the armful of fabric and bottles I am carrying.I smile at her, my face lit up, like a 16 year old school boy. "Massuese, remember?" I prompt her, "I used to be a rub down artist, before I turned shake down artist" I spread a mat on the heavy carpeted floor, and patting it invite her "Let me give you something, a complete massage, from head to toe"Lara's puzzled look changes, and she begins to move towards me.... I watch as he brightens and runs from the room... "Wh..?" He was gone. I sit alone in the room hearing him tearing around in the other room. I sat alone in the room looking around confused. Suddenly he reappeared his hands full of fabric and bottles, "What?" I paused as he explained, "Yes... I remember." I smiled seeing what his idea was, it sounded wonderful. My face brightened and I went over to his mat and moved to sit down, "I'd love that Bart." "Uh, Lara?" I stammered "I usually start working on the persons back, and uh, they, uh are you know....nude?"I had seen Lara naked from all angles several times before, but now felt giddy, as if it were my first girlfriend."You could leave the dress on, but the lotion won't warm you as well" I continued, swallowing several times. I turned to pour more wine, not really needing it, but wanting a distraction when she called softly to me...OOC: Welcome back..... I chuckled, "You're turning into a school boy Bart." I moved my hand to his cheek then began to lower the dress, "It's not a problem." I slipped the soft material down falling around my ankles, I wore no undergarments, having been prepared for... other activites not trusting his romantisism to last very long. I moved down to kneel and layed down on the mat front down my arms folded under my chin I smiled at him, "I'm ready." "God she was beautiful, inside and out" I thought as she slid the dress off then knelt, and laid down on her stomach, her chin on top of her hands. I gazed at her trim form and the sweet tuck of her ass, until she gently coughed and asked if I was still with her.I rubbed some warming oil in my hands and began working it into her foot, noticing how petite and sensitive it was. I used both thumbs on the bottom of her foot applying a gentle pressure and rubbing in small circles. I worked up to her trim ankle, and then her calf, rubbing the smooth flesh, massaging the muscles in the back of it as she relaxed. Moving to the other foot I repeated the process, and then kissed each toe, letting my tongue roam thru her toes. As she giggled I laughed back and explained "tastes like strawberries"I rubbed more lotion on my hands and moved up to her thighs, again rubbing small circles, working both hands on one leg and then the other, before reaching her buttocks.I had found a rythem, my blood pumping in my shoulders and chest, my breath strong in my ears, as I began kneading her cheeks, my fingers dipping between them as I rubbed, bringing small moans from her throat. "These need A lot of Attention" I teased "They're very tense" I watched him gaze over my laying form and let out a cough, "Uh, Bart?"I watched as he shook his head then gave that schoolboy smile, it had now taken over the vicious, sadistic smile I was used to. I preferred this entirely, "Mnmmm that's good." I felt him rub the oil over my feet and up my ankle and the rest of the leg. He really was amazing at this, his circling hands didn't miss a single nerve as he worked over her legs. His touch was amazing, so violent and harsh, yet now, now it was soft and warm gently moving over her tense muscles. She hadn't been relaxed in so long, now every muscle, every nerve, was being rubbed and relieved by his expert hands.I couldn't help but giggle a little as his tounge moved over my toes, "Strawberries huh? Someone's got a foot fetish?"His hands moved slowly up towards her asscheeks, she bit her lip as she felt his hands move finally to that place squeezing and kneeding over her tired muscles. She moaned as his fingers dipped down into her crevice roaming over her round cheeks. She chuckled in between her moans, "Oh really? I wonder who's fault that is?" I smiled brightly into my arms as my eyes closed his continued kneeding bringin me more pleasure than those hands had any of the previous nights. It took some will power, but I moved from her asscheeks to her lower back, taking a few seconds to kiss and trace circles with my tongue, then gently "nipping" each buttock.As I rubbed her back I told her "It feels good, different" and began rubbing the knots out of each muscle, watching her relax, trusting me.I found myself at her shoulders, and concentrated on them for long minutes, working the built up tension from each, enjoying her sighs as I finished her neck with another kiss."If you roll over, I'll do your front" I offered, then teased "But I may not be able to finish" I felt his reluctance to leave my lower portions but was glad once his hands moved on to my back, I let out a long groan as he worked the tender muscles swirling gently, yet firmly."God... you are good at this..."I chuckle as he nips at each of my cheeks,I smile, everything feels different with a gentle touch, I respond better. I smile as his hands sooth every aching nerve sighing with every release as his expert hands rubbed, prodded, and swirled finally reaching my shouldrs. My muscles were hard and tense and he had to stay there for quite a while moving over them and rubbing up teh sides of my neck behind my ears, oh god he was good."You've just been waiting for that haven't you?"I smiled and rolled over as my breasts stood perky before him my entire body relaxing and comfortable I looked up at him with new eyes. Trust, respect, and yes... love shown through them as my smile became gentler from gazing at him,"You'd better finish, if you're such an expert, I want the full treatment. with well, maybe some perks later?"It was definately a rhetorical question, there was no doubt in my mind he would be a most willing partner. With a sigh and a chuckle I gaze at her as she rolls over, her firm breasts and flat stomach are a tempting sight! I return to her feet and begin the path upward again.Using my thumbs I work on the pads of her dainty feet, pulling gently on each toe, then sucking each small toe before nipping the large toe.I place her feet flat on the mat, her knees raised and begin to work on her ankles and shims, rubbing and stroking, pushing the blood down towards her feet.I gently spread her knees, allowing my hands to work on the inside of her thighs and spread a layer of lotion on each. I use the same round and round motion working slowly up towards her "V", my fingers brushing over and around it, teasing as I massage her inner thighs. Again I use a "pushing" motion, sliding my hands on each leg upward, from her knee to her stomach, my thumbs pointed inward, brushing her outer labia each time I pass over.I glance upward to see her eyes looking at me, a small smile on her lips as my hands work the lotion across her stomach and to the crest of each firm breast."This is where we couldn't massage" I told her "I'm going to have to improvise"I bent over her and kissed her mound, then her stomach and finally each pert nipple. Using my tongue I started to lick the excess lotion off the small mound above her pussy as my hands massaged each firm breast, rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.I deliberately lower my mouyh and let my tongue flick her outer lips several times, then raised my head and apologised "Sorry, massage before perks, right?, I need to finish the job"Kneeling beside her I moved my hands to her shoulders and worked the last knots out of them gently watching her face as I used gentle pressure on specific points to relax her.Lara's eyes had closed as I brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, admiring the delicate features of her face, the color in her high cheek bones. I continued to let my fingers stroke her cheek as I leaned down and kissed her lips quickly, telling her "Finished, maam, I hope it was acceptable" I giggle as he works over my feet, a very sensative area for me, i can't help but squirm a little, especially as he takes my toes in his mouth. I fought hard to keep myself from kicking him as he tickled in between my toes.I feel him smoothing the lotion over my inner thighs and rubbing it deep in, my skin feeling warm, every inch tingled from his touch.I bite my lip in anticipation as he heads slowly towards the part he'd touched so many times before, but his time gently, massaging over it, not invading it, not gripping and lusting after it, but a soft and kind motion that sent tingles up her spine.I smile at him as he moved up from knee to stomache over and over. My body responding to his touch more so than ever before."Improvise away love, I love your touch, the feel of your skin. You do have quite a mastery of it, to bad I hadn't seen it earlier."My stomach tense as his lips softly touched against my breasts, then down to my stomach, then back up towards my allready erect nipples. I let out a soft moan as he begins to lick the lotion above my pussy masaging my breast over and over, this was almost as good as sex could be. I could only imagine how amazing he would be as a gentle lover."Mnmmm yes, I liked that though, don't you worry, you'll definately get your perks."I giggled softly as he moved back up massaging my souldiers and neck. I moved my chin back and closed my eyes as he moved up my neck. His hands grazed gently against my cheekbone and soon I felt a gentle kiss."Ma'am?"The word seems strange on his lips, I opened my eyes and looked at him,"Love is better, or Lara, not ma'am. K?" I moved my hand to caress his own cheek. I grin as I lower my head, my tongue intent on finding it's target. Instead of just teasing this time I was going for the real thing. I pushed her legs gently apart and lowered my lips to her slit, telling her "I forgot one area that needs attention"Using my fingers I gently spread her outer lips and began to probe for her button with my tongue.I located it and began to lick, then suck on it, bringing a rush of fluid in response as I cupped my hands under her sweet derriere, and buried my face in the sweet, musky scented hole. I chuckled at his comment as he lowered his lips towards my ready sex, "I was hoping you'd get to that... the anticipation was torture." I felt his fingers spread my lip and moved my head back taking in a gasp as he probed into me with his tounge. A search for my most sensative area, I shook as I felt him search my warm depths, making my juices flow eagerly over his tounge.I let out a loud moan as his tounge finally reached his target lapping and sucking on it deeply bringing waves of pleasure flooding over my entire body... I felt hot immediately as my fluids ran over his tounge drenching him in anticipation of his continued attentions. I licked and pushed her button with my tongue, tasting her nectar as she responded, then locked my lips on it and began sucking on it, drawing the blood to it, engorging it.I felt her hands on the back of my head and realized the tables were turned, in a weird way I was now her slave."Que sera, sera" I thought, returning to the pleasant task at hand.Releasing her button I began teasing her lips, licking first, then sucking on them, listening to her responses and feeling the pressure of her hands.I used my tongue as a spear, delving deeper into her, my face pressed against her lips, smelling her musky odor, enjoying her sweet taste.I felt her thighs tremble, her abdomen tense, she took a deep breath and let it out in an almost feline growl, cupping her firm ass I increased my speed, feeling she was near her orgasm. I groaned as his lips wrapped around my tender button, sucking and nibbling gently on it, teasing it to life I wrapped my fingers in his hair getting a grip and holding you there. I couldn't beat the thought of your lips leaving my tender spots, with ever suck and lick you sent me to new heights as I felt the pressure building in my thighs and moving up starting to cover my entire bdoy. God how I loved everything you did.I tightened my grip my teeth gritted to gether as you sucked up my juices squeezing my ass. My muscles grew tight all around my stomach and thighs as I am drawn over my peak. As you thrust into my warm depths I let out a loud groan coming at that precise moment.Your tounge is submerged in a wave of my sweet juices as I let out a loud growl as I was sent shivering and trembling over my intense orgasm. My head was full of nothing but hte pleasure and the want for you, that was all I needed, was you. I feel the power of your arms as you grip my hair, pushing my head down, holding me in place. I'm rewarded for my efforts with a shower of your orgasm, and try to lick up as much as I can my tongue flicking across your engorged clit, drawing shivers from you each time I touched it.Your body arches, your ass bucks in my hands as you peak and then come down. As your grip on my head relaxes I lift my head and ask gently, seriously "You keep saying Love, is that just a name, or something you use lightly" I crawl over your body until I can look into your eyes and lower my body against yours, my erection nestled between our bellies.I wasn't sure if you wanted me to kiss you, my face still covered with your juices and instead spoke again "It's just completely different now, to not be a bastard, you know...it's scary, how vulnerable you feel" I gaze at you, then turn my head, thinking I make you feel uncomfortable. I look into your eyes as you climb over my body, I'm tired and my smile is exauhsted but sincere as I look into your eyes. "I do not use it lightly, I've never called another that." I put my hand gently to your face, in the last couple hours I'd seen more of you than in the previous 24 and I wanted to see more. My thumb gently brushed acrossed your lips wiping them as my other wrapped around your neck bringing your lips to mine. Your lips touch mine, and something deeper, an old pain, something I had buried years ago, the feeling of being vulnerable, needing someone more than life itself. I slowly, reluctantly break the kiss and than ask you. "Can I just hold you? It's not that I don't desire you, but I haven't had anyone to just hold, to care about for so long I don't want to miss this chance"I wonder if you'd understand and not be insulted, the ache inside of me is that great, I need to tell you words I have never said."Please, Lara, I need to hold the one I love, close to me, and watch her sleep, it means that much to me" I smiled amazed and pleased as he drew back asking just to hold me... I could see the need in his eyes, the want of love, not lust, love. I wrapped my arms around him resting my head on your shoulder,"Hold me... I'd love for you to hold me."I laid beside him, my naked frame pressed against you, taking in your heat as I closed my eyes. I listened to the sound of your soft calm breathing, the thud of your resting heart beat. The melody of your body soothed me to sleep slowly as I drifted off into unconciousness. 'cuse me[Edited by wildxfire on 05-25-2001 at 10:33 PM] I watch in amazement, your eyes closing, your face relaxes, taking on the soft shapes of a young girl at peace with the world.Peace, a word I had never dreamed of, just like the word love. What was it about this woman that made her so special? Her inner strength, her calm exterior, that could turn to fire in a heartbeat?I felt her full body against mine, her breasts pressed against my chest as she slept, her silky thigh across my leg, all woman, all desirable, but much, much more.I hold her gently, my eyes absorbing the sight of her, drinking it in as she slept. The hours passed quickly, as I dreamed of what our life together would be like, as two lovers. The sunrise filled the room, it's colors filling the room, highlighting her delicate features, blending the beauty of the sun with her own. I lowered my lips to hers, brushing them softly, as her eyes opened and met mine."Good morning my love" I gently greet you "I hope your dreams were sweet"I brush the strand of hair from your cheek, tenderly, stroking your cheek, watching you stretch your body, as you take my hand in yours and kiss it, asking...... I feel a gentle touch on my face a soft voice bidding me to rise, I had been so lost in my dreams, lost in the enveloping warmth and comfort of his body, I didn't want to wake, he prodded me again, gently comforting.Reluctantly I open my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. His face shows in my view, covered by dark shadows as my eyes adjust, as I his features become clearer, light overtaking the shadows, a soft smile takes over my face, something I never thought I'd be able to do with this man, this vicious controlling man. But after last night... Last night. Last night there had been something new... something different... something I hadn't seen before. An innocence. A vulnerablility. Something like a child lost, looking for his home... looking for someone to hold him and tell him everything is allright. I desperately wanted to take that place, needed that place... but there was still that ounce of control to him... I would hold him... but he would also hold me. An odd blend of dominance and submission, a mix we both held... neither were in control... neither out of control. A balance, not two halves of a couple... without eachother we were nothing, but together... together we were whole..."Are we to leave together tonight...?" I ask, praying the answer would be yes, praying we'd get out of here, away from the apartment, away from this penthouse and out of the city. I wanted us to start anew, to start fresh far away from here, not being reminded of the horrible nights we've shared before. Away. I had spent the night watching her, dreaming of our lives and thinking...."We can leave, now, it's up to you" I smiled and explained "I thought it out last night, and everything I need to do I can do over the phone, and thru my bank"All I wanted was her, to take with me, not caring where we ended up. "You pick the destination, and how we get there, I have a plane, a small jet, or we can walk, or drive or run..." I laugh at my silly remark, just anxious to start fresh with her. "I don't care where, just so it's together"I slide my hand down her arm, my thumb brushing her nipple, and lay the hand on her flat stomach. "Of course, there's time for anything else we might want" I tease "even breakfast later on" I smile and look into his eyes,"I want to leave today..."I watch as he offered me my choices with all the drama of a soap opera, but it was cute... and sincere... I couldn't help but chuckle running a finger down his nose."I never imagined this... until last night... Iw ould have never considered. Thank you for letting me see this side of you. Thank you love."I felt his hand running down my body and couldn't help but feel aroused his hand straying down my belly."Well I suppose we could wait a little while... no one will expect us to run off together besides... and maybe later breakfast, but for now...."I left the moment blank as I looked into his eyes, gazed into those eyes, shimmering in the light, so beautiful, everything about him, so handsome so strong... I looked for what seemed an eternity before he... I had kept my hand on her stomach, rubbing small circles on her stomach my fingers drifting above her pubis...I was pleased by her calling me love, a new sensation to me, one of pleasure.I hadn't missed her reaction to my hand either, her breathing increasing in speed as I slid one finger into her slit. Lowering my head I began to nibble on her neck, teasing her ear lobe with my tongue and asking her "Want to work up an appetite?"I swung myself over her supple form, holding my weight off of her as she reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head to hers and hungrily kissing me. My tongue met hers, thrusting, darting as we aroused each other quickly.I guided the tip of my erection to her warm, moist entrance and pressed it against her, teasing her with the words "Too tired from last nights massage?"She growled in her throat, her body on fire and responded by..... I bit my lip deeply as your finger dipped into my warm crevice. He watched my reactions but I hardly noticed as my eyes closed half way as he nibbled my ear lobe teasing my senses.I chuckle a little at his question and in answer turn my face so my lips met his in a soft kiss, I smiled coyly and wiggled my nose slightly."Mmmhmmm..."I nod a little as he moved his body over me, I look up into his eyes then reach up around to the back of your neck pulling you down and immediately parting my lips to delve as deep as I could into your depths."No love, please... I want you this time... nice and easy!"I was hating the teasing I was getting, but loving it at the same time. I leaned forward and let out a low growl my eyes slanted in false threatening. The urge to dominate this woman had strangely subsided, the need to punish and abuse were gone. I realized as she asked for as she asked for "nice and easy" the anger I felt was gone, replaced by a much stronger emotion.With wonder in my voice I spoke that word, that emotion she had given me.... "Love"..... my voice cracking, I spoke it again, stronger...."You've given me love"......I entered her slowly, lowering myself into her, until our hips met, my chest against her firm breasts, my eyes inches from hers."My God, Lara, love....I never understood it until now" I told her, then kissed her lips, the contact suddenly like fire, running through my entire being.I began to slowly move inside her, feeling her body move with mine, meeting each thrust with her own, small gasps escaping from her lips as we found a common rythem, each giving as much pleasure as we took. Supporting myself on one arm I trailed the other down, exploring her body, suddenly all new to me, each curve holding a brand new excitement.Her hands went behind me, in my hair, then down my back, her touch as light as the wind, carressing me and sending chills thru me.I felt the familiar pressure building, but this time held back, to insure she had her own release first, for once caring more about her than myself......... I watched as he seemed entranced his hardned features turning soft as he choked out the word,'Love'My eyes softened as he looked into my eyes,'you've given me love'.My eyes locked on him his face so close to me, his body pressing against mine. My passion stretched to greater heights as our bodies felt close to being one,His lips closing in on mine, A moment where we connected, a connection that could never be broken. We weren't having sex, we made love... and with the kiss it sealed a contract between our hearts, I'd never be able to love another... to leave this man. This new man, this man reborn, how I loved being near him. His voice, his touch, his love... My soal having cried out all these years, having always felt empty, as we pressed together hims lowly entering me I felt the bond I needed. No matter if we're physically apart, I'd never be without, we were one, attached together, bound together by something new to us both, by something we were just begining to understand, the strongest glue, love.My body pulsed around him as he thrust into me, his passion exciting me to new levels, higher than I'd ever felt as my head grew groggy, unable to think of anything but me and him, never wanting this to end. It was perfect, my hands yearned for him, to touch him, soon one hand found the back f his head, my fingers wrapping into his hair as the other trailed down his back, one finger running along the path of your spine.I felt the growing need for release building in me with his every thrust, the friction against my clit bringing me closer and closer to plummeting into the chasm of pleasure, but this time it was different, it wasn't merely physical, it was pleasure on a new level, a new level i hadn't experienced. I felt him hold back but didn't have time to react as I felt my body tighten, and took in a short quick gasp of air.It swept over me, I was concious of nothing, my vission blurred my mind and body engulfed in flames. I held tight to him my fingers tangling tighter into his hair, I reassured myself by holding him tightly, he'd never leave. I watched as he seemed entranced his hardned features turning soft as he choked out the word,'Love'My eyes softened as he looked into my eyes,'you've given me love'.My eyes locked on him his face so close to me, his body pressing against mine. My passion stretched to greater heights as our bodies felt close to being one,His lips closing in on mine, A moment where we connected, a connection that could never be broken. We weren't having sex, we made love... and with the kiss it sealed a contract between our hearts, I'd never be able to love another... to leave this man. This new man, this man reborn, how I loved being near him. His voice, his touch, his love... My soal having cried out all these years, having always felt empty, as we pressed together hims lowly entering me I felt the bond I needed. No matter if we're physically apart, I'd never be without, we were one, attached together, bound together by something new to us both, by something we were just begining to understand, the strongest glue, love.My body pulsed around him as he thrust into me, his passion exciting me to new levels, higher than I'd ever felt as my head grew groggy, unable to think of anything but me and him, never wanting this to end. It was perfect, my hands yearned for him, to touch him, soon one hand found the back f his head, my fingers wrapping into his hair as the other trailed down his back, one finger running along the path of your spine.I felt the growing need for release building in me with his every thrust, the friction against my clit bringing me closer and closer to plummeting into the chasm of pleasure, but this time it was different, it wasn't merely physical, it was pleasure on a new level, a new level i hadn't experienced. I felt him hold back but didn't have time to react as I felt my body tighten, and took in a short quick gasp of air.It swept over me, I was concious of nothing, my vission blurred my mind and body engulfed in flames. I held tight to him my fingers tangling tighter into his hair, I reassured myself by holding him tightly, he'd never leave. The sensations were incredible, each touch of our bodies fueled a greater fire, one burning inside us, melding our souls. Each carress was like an instrument in a symphony, blending, strengthening the music, making it sweeter, and sweeter.As our bodies took the pleasure, our souls felt the joy, the two entwining as one, making us whole.I looked tenderly at Lara, seeing her for the first time, a beautiful, vibrant lady, who I could never live without, who had given me life. I searched for words to tell her so, then realized she felt it also, and told her simply "I had a life before you, but never lived until I met you"I felt her body throbbing, as her orgasm began, and watched her face, mixed expressions of passion and happiness flooding across it. Her passion peaked and she held me tightly as I began my own release, my eyes blurring, the sound of my heart pumping strong in my ears. Lara never released me, and as I lay next to her, we clung to each other, as if the touch was a necessary part of living."You know you can never leave me" I told her gently, my eyes closed, feeling her tense "Because you've given me a peice of you I will always have, your love" I continued, opening my eyes and seeing her face close to mine, a slow smile spreading over it. Thank You..OOC: This is my standing ovation for you Destiny, your writing is incredible!!!After your last post I thought I was going to have to call the Fire Department, you were sooo HOT!!! I have enjoyed posting with you immensely, and have learned a great amount from you also.Thank You for sharing your writing and your fantasies with us all! We united, our hearts one, a beautiful sound the symphony of love and joy we were creating beating in our ears charging me more and more. I couldn't tell where I stopped and he began, I felt as if we'd allways been together, but also that we'd never met before, so new, so old, so strong, so gentle. Our love an antithesis of itself, it shouldn't be possible, so many contrasts so many opposites, but it all felt right... there are no words to describe what was being felt, no way to truely see, a love like this must be felt, must be experienced.His release. His body reached the summit, the summit of the building mountain of happiness, pleasure, satisfaction, joy, bliss and so much more, each a stone, building on stone until finally, the look, her face tipped him over. Her grip tightened a little as he let his sweet liquids flood into her, cementing them together, the mingling of juices, one unable to be distinguished from another. A parrallel of their too hearts as they lay entangled in eachother, refusing to release for fear this would all dissapear, and wanting to let go for fear that if she held it to tight, it would dissapear, run away. But at his words, she knew it could not, he had a piece of her, she held a piece of him. The hidden piece that completed him, the piece that completed him she'd always held, it was a part of her, and his heart was her missing piece. Before a puzzle of emotions and confusion, together a complete masterpiece.OOC: You sure know how to make a girl blush! What do you say to that kind of a compliment? Thank you thank you. I really do love posting with you, both this and the Girl in the City strand have been in my top favorites for threads! I just love the situataions, the characters! Thank you! *bows a little embarrassed* Thank you... (Have I overused that yet? I think not!) I've learned so much from you too, you most of all I think, and from the other people on these boards! When I came here, believe me my experience was close to nill but since I've been here I've learned so much, my writing has grown so much. Amazing, I've had a lot of fun here, I love being here and posting her. Thank you for making so many of my fantasies come true, if only on the board, it's been a treasure! Ok... now I feel like I was accepting an Oscar, maybe I should just stop now and end your guys' suffering reading this*g* I roll over and grin at Lara, my energy and body having been restored by her love and like the schoolboy she keeps calling me suggest..."I've seen enough of this town, great city that it is, to last me a long, long time. Let me take you to paradise, an island where it is always warm, always green, always fresh. I can fly you there, we can be there in less than 2 hours..."I am anxious to leave this penthouse I have called home for the last many years, ready to start a new life with my beautiful love, Lara.My face is burning, like a child hoping the parent will grant them a candy bar, as I was hoping she would say yes to me........I give her thigh a playful slap, teasing her "Come on, lets go...paradise is waiting"..... I move my hand to his temple rubbing lightly on it as he speaks, my eyes lost in his, lost in his eagerness, his love, his want."Anywhere with you is a paradise... but yes, let's get away from here, away from all the people I know, and you know... I want to be free of everyone and everything... except you... I want to give my whole to you. I want to leave now... but I odn't know if I can tear myself away from this..."I chuckle a little my legs still entwined a bit in his and my arms still locked around him as he gave it a playfull slap,"I could never resist giving a child what he wants. I spoil them so... I'll spoil you so..."I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his temple before pushing myself off untangling my body from his reluctantly. posting for BLACK BARTThe next few hours rush by quickly, I push Lara to dress quickly, and pack only her personal items, promising we could buy or send for the rest. Several quick phone calls arranging a ride and to fuel the plane, over a quick breakfast and taking turns showering. I almost break down seeing Lara come from the shower, drying her hair, with nothing else on, but resist....The ride in our limo is a blur, the only clear memory being her hand in mine and her cheek on my shoulder, as I urge the driver to hurry.Finally, we are in the air, the course logged into the autopilot, as we reach cruising altitude. I had made one final phone call before leaving, doing it while Lara was in the shower, the small package was deliverd before we took off.I walked out of the pilots cabin, reassuring Lara everything was ok as she rose to meet me, kissing her gently on her lips, and then taking her hands in mine and asking her."You and I are alone up here, no one else will ever have to know....you don't have to answer even...."I lower myself to one knee, and holding her left hand, slide a ring on her finger, with two small golden figures delicately engraved into it, laying intertwined...I continue "I would be honored if you would be my....." I try and dress quickly but I'm very reluctant to leave all the fine things I left. But it was worth it, I would be with Bart... we would be together I didn't need those things. I smiled broadly at the realization and looked into the mirror. I'm a new person, he's made me something new. As I look at my reflection I cant' help but blush, I look and feel like a virgin with her first love. God Lara pull yourself together. With that I hurried over to the shower and hurry through it hearing him constantly hurrying me. I step out still drying my hair and watch as his eyes rove about me, he makes me feel so beautiful.On the plane my eyes get a little wider, I suddenly remembered I hated planes. Oh god... how would I pull this off. I tried desperately not to let him see my fear as we stepped onto the plane. I was a little reasusred as I rose and our lips brushed together gently. He was wiht me, how could anything go wrong now.I grip my hand around his maybe a little too tight as he kneels before me... I gasp as I realize where this is going. He holds out a small box and moves a small but gorgeous ring onto my wedding finger. Oh my god he was proposing this couldn't be more perfect, my fear vanished in a simple look into his eyes. He is so sincere so wonderful and perfect sometimes, I feel my eyes watering up as I look into his eyes resisting the urge to blurt out a yes and wrap myself around him letting him finish. But my eyes and held back smile are all he needs to see to know what my answer would be. The word was barely out of my mouth before Lara's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I had asked her to join me as my partner for life, the first chapter in our life together. Her body shook as she held me, her face glowing, a small smile hiding behind her lips. The absence of one word terrified me, and I asked again..."Would you make my life complete? And join me as my wife, so we can share everything good together in this life?" I reached up and stroked her chin, looking for the words I needed to hear, and praying she would say them...."If you wish money, it is all yours" I promised "Or possessions, all yours. Anything I have is yours, always" I pulled back my eyes soft my face curved in a half smile,"Yes love, Oh god yes. I want you, I don't want your money or your things, I want you, I need only you. So yes, yes I will definately marry you." posting for BLACK BARTLara has made incredibly happy, first she has pulled me from a bleak, meaningless existence, now she has promised to share my new found happiness with me, forever...I take her to the pilots cabin, calming her fears of flying, and show her the complex contols inside its tiny interior...I stress all the back up systems, the safety factors and how well this small "jet" is maintained, taking the plane off autopilot I coax her to put her hands on the copilots controls, a small wheel shaped "stick" in front of her, for a few minutws we fly together as we talk of our future, then I lower my hands, leaving her unaware she is in control."See, my love" I tell her "You have helped me conquer my fears, and I have just helped you" Her eyes grow large as she realises what she is doing, then she smiles, a tiny smile, that lights up her face, showing the innocence and beauty in her, and I laugh, happily..... OOC: Ok, confused, wildxfire? You're Barts friend I take it?IC:I can't take my arms off him as I think about what's happened. I'm engaged, this is my fiance'. The word seems so strange, I never even imagined myself every saying these words, not about myself. I had to say it out loud,"I'm engaged... "I look at him and move my hand to his face as he gestures over the controls teaching me to fly."My fiance'... that sounds so perfect."I fly the plane with him his hands and mine on the stick moving the plane through the clouds, slicing through their thickness. So beautiful, even more so from above. I didn't even realize when he removed his hands my fear having subsided."What?"I look down noticing I was flying my eyes widened and a grin sweeps acrossed my face,"I'm flying! I'm really flying!"I feel like a child who just learned to ride a bike as I make the plane softly move up and down, not to much so but just a little."Oh Bart I'm really doing it!"I looked at him and giggled biting my lower lip in a childish expression of pure glee. This was the happiest day of my life, nothing bad could happen today. OOC: Thanks wildxfire...for the help....I watched with pleasure as Lara suddenly found out she was flying the plane, solo."So now you know how it feels, to fear something so badly, then to try it, and realise how much you've missed" I gently speak to her, my voice husky, as I compare what she has given me to her first solo flight."I will never forget what you have done for me, or how much it means to me" I continue, as she pilots the plane, joy on her face, in her eyes. I was amazed, here I was, actually flying a plane. I felt a brand new height, a fear conquered, but that wasn't the only reason for the joy in my eyes. 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Identity Crisis_ The Demon's Pawns (Diamonedsky & shooter6806)

Castle Victrix, near the borderlands, Spring of the Year 405 of the Fifth AgeCallis led the messenger down the long hallway, their boots sounding loudly against the stone floor and echoing down the length of the ancient passage that led to the council chamber. The messenger was tired and travel-worn, but his news was fresh and the council needed to hear it. His cloak, once a deep blue but now stained with mud and dust, hung limply from his shoulders. Callis had debated ordering the man to clean up, but then had decided that his appearance would reinforce his message. They had to agree now, or all would be truly lost.Callis’s second, Petra, was waiting with the two guards at the door. Others would have been disarmed before entering, and the messenger indeed drew his sword and placed it in a wooden stand beside the door, but Callis and Petra held the trust of the council. Their leather jerkins were emblazoned with the emblems of the council, and their rank gorgets gleamed in the light from the torches that illuminated the gloom. Petra nodded to him. “As bad as we thought?” she asked as the guards moved to open the huge doors leading into the inner sanctum.“Worse,” Callis muttered. “We had thought weeks. Now we have days. And not many of them.” Petra’s face lost all color. She knew the possibilities and the threats they faced, and she knew what their fate would be if they failed. She suppressed a shiver and set her shoulders, following Callis and the messenger into the chamber.With huge windows overlooking the beautiful river valley below the castle, the council chamber should have been a bright, inviting place. Instead it felt like a tomb. The low, dark-gray clouds gave almost no light even though it was early afternoon. The torches and candles, along with the somber expressions on the faces of all present, gave this room a funereal atmosphere. Several councilors turned and looked with ill-concealed apprehension at the messenger and what they knew he would tell them. Creager, the lead councilor, nodded and motioned for the members of the council to sit. He said to Callis, “Present your news, High Marshal.” Callis waved the messenger forward and nodded for him to begin.The man stepped forward and doffed his hat, bowing deeply before the council. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came forth. Suddenly the man stiffened, his eyes wide, the muscles of his neck working furiously and his mouth locked in a rictus grin. As Callis and Petra drew their swords and backed away, a voice sounded from the messenger. It was a voice that no human could ever have possessed, and it held all of the menace that they knew was their future if they did not succeed. “Gzhull, gzhull, gzhull,” the voice chanted. “Ender of all, eater of all, holder of the flame….” The man’s body toppled over, blood now streaming from his eyes and mouth. The voice sounded once more, just a whisper in the darkness. “I come……”The messenger’s skin flowed away from the bones of his body, forming a foul, reeking puddle on the floor in front of the table where the council members looked on in horror. Petra choked back her tears and tried to retain her composure. Callis was revulsed, but managed to look at the council members and sheath his now-unnecessary weapon. “Our army is overthrown,” he said. “What remain of our soldiers march for him. We have no choice, now.” His face was set. He knew that they had not wanted to consider this last option, but now they had no choice. “We have both keyholders located. We can bring them here and use them to resist. But the council must act now. Otherwise it will be too late.” He looked back at Petra, then returned his gaze to the wavering members of the council. “We must bring them both. Now.”Drop Zone “Nijmegen,” Ft. Bragg, North Carolina, 1630 hours, 17 May 2013 The ambush position had been selected well. The defending platoon had used cover and concealment as they had been trained, and had used the limited time they had been given to set up a near-perfect kill zone along the trail. Now the attacking platoon was entering the area. They, too, were doing things the right way. A team of scouts up front, with a support team remaining far enough back so that hopefully they would remain unengaged by whatever the scouts stirred up. The defending platoon leader, a young lieutenant, prepared to signal his unit to open fire once the targets were all in range.Suddenly there was an electronic rendition of one of the more popular country tunes from six months ago wafting up from the defenders’ position. Someone had left their cell phone on, and it was dutifully telling that hapless soldier that his friend in Delta company was calling. He tried to silence it, but the damage had been done. The scouts went to ground, the attacking platoon deployed and began firing blanks into the defenders’ positions, and what should have been a simple ambush turned into a debacle.Captain Trevor Dean, commanding Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment, stood up and blew his whistle, indicating that the exercise was over. He called the lieutenant and the sergeants from the defending platoon over to him. He shook his head sadly. “Whose fault was this goat-fuck?” he asked rhetorically. “Some might say that Private Atwood is to blame. I choose to blame the leaders who did not effectively lead their troops and prevent this idiocy in the first place.”He looked at them, their eyes downcast and unwilling to meet his. He spat in the dirt, then said, “It’s seventeen hundred. I’m going back to my quarters. First, I will throw up. Then I will take a shower to wash the stupidity off, and then I’ll begin composing the narrative for each of your quarterly evaluation reports. I suggest that you be ready to improve on this performance by Monday, or I’ll find new jobs for you on permanent loan to the grounds maintenance office.”Later, drying himself off from his shower, he looked at the ring he wore. It had been an heirloom from his grandfather, who had made him promise never to take it off. Fortunately it was made of a dark metal, with a smooth oval stone that reflected no light. Unlike other officers who had to leave wedding rings and class rings behind, he was able to wear this without problems. He viewed it as a good-luck charm. It had worked that way for him in two tours in the sandbox, and he wasn’t going to tempt fate with it now. "Señor Pippens! Señor Pippens, come back here this instant!"This was not how Melanie Fletcher ( had wanted her day to start. She’d wanted it to start like it always did in the face wash and coffee commercials. The people in them were always nauseatingly happy in the morning, and the way Melanie saw things, she could use some nauseating happiness in her life. Chasing after her dog down a highly populated street was not what she would consider happy. No, she’d consider it terrible, seeing as how she was still in her pajamas, chasing down a giant St. Bernard who had the unfortunate luck of being named after her childhood cat. Although, it wasn't entirely her fault either. She had gone to the animal shelter for a tiny dog that yapped. They were always energetic and lively. A tiny dog that yapped would've been the perfect Señor Pippens. But, when she saw a lone, albeit large, dog that looked as if he were already seeing the light of the end of a tunnel -- a light that was rather dark at that -- she couldn't resist. She knew what it felt like to see life that way, and she wanted them to find happiness together.Señor Pippens was just faster at searching for it, it seemed.She didn't even know how he'd gotten out. She'd been standing in front of the mirror hanging above her chest of drawers, putting on the necklace her grandmother had given her on her eighteenth birthday. It was a small, cylindrical crystal in varying shades of brilliant blue and dark grey that hung from a thin, simple silver chain. At the promise of her grandmother, she rarely took it off, and had only done so then because she'd just retouched her hair color. She'd heard barking, and turned to see Señor Pippens running across their front lawn. With a helpless squeak, she ran after him, leading her to where she was now.A blessing came when he got caught sniffing a particularly interesting stretch of grass a few blocks away. Tagging his leash to the collar around his neck, Melanie bent low and stuck her index finger in his face, giving him the meanest, scariest look she could muster before tapping him roughly on the nose with a firm "No."Walking back to her modest home, Señor Pippens at her side, head bowed in silent repentance, she could feel wayward eyes on her. Once upon a time, it would have bothered her to be stared at because the stares used to come with whispers that she couldn't hear, but knew the contents of all the same. "Bless her heart... poor thing... so tragic... blah blah blah." Now, there were of course still whispers, but they were of a livelier and more condescending variety. "Dear God, her hair... those clothes... it's so pink... yadda yadda yadda."When they got back home, Señor Pippens was sent to the cage situated in the laundry room, and Melanie finished getting ready. Standing in front of her length mirror, she paused when left in nothing but her panties and bra. She stared at her body for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past six months. Her fingertips grazed over the tiny, puckered scars from countless needles before dropping to run across faint stretch marks, having lost and gained weight so rapidly. Her torso twisted as her eyes dropped to the small scar that marred her lower back. Her fingers grazed that one too. With a heavy sigh that sent stray hairs flying into the air about her forehead, she shook her head to clear away the memories she didn't want to remember.She went about the motions of getting dressed, trading in her white bra for a black camisole, the chest lined with a pretty lace. It hung on her frame only slightly as she smoothed it down her stomach before reaching for the pair of dark blue jeans she had laid out across the foot of her bed. She had pushed one foot through, the waist of the jeans at the knee and was about to shove her other leg through when a warm, strange heat radiated against a small point at the center of her chest. She straightened with a gasp, nearly tripping over herself in her haste to lean forward toward the mirror. She could see nothing wrong, but that warmth was still there, not pleasant, but faint. Belatedly, she realized it was coming from her grandmother's necklace. Placing her hand over it, she could feel heat emanating from its otherwise cool surface. Her eyes were glued to the mirror as she held out the small crystal, trying to see what was wrong with it. She could see no distinct changes, but the longer she stared at it... the more the necklace began to grow out of focus.She shook her head once more, dropping the necklace to hang freely around her neck. Straightening, she took a step backward, forgetting the haphazard state of her dress. With a smalloomphshe fell backward, landing on her bottom, hands immediately going back to hold her up. There she sat, blinking, as everything around her grew more hazy, and strangely... distorted. Castle VictrixThe council had met through the night, debating Callis’s suggestion and the horrific death of the the messenger at the hands of the Enemy. It was clear that drastic measures were necessary, and finally the last holdouts were convinced. After a brief period of rest, the members of the council reassembled in the council hall as the sky began to brighten with the dawn. Callis and Petra stood to one side and watched as the seven men and three women who were the leaders and guides of humanity formed a circle beside the wide window and began the meditation that would culminate in a summoning. This had not been attempted in anyone’s memory, and while Callis knew it was the only hope for their world, he harbored grim doubts about whether they would succeed.One by one, the members of the council began to chant, their low murmurs blending in a symphony that built in both volume and cadence until they were almost shouting the phrases of the ancient formula. Callis and Petra felt the power emanating from them with an almost physical force. They stood together and weathered the effects, drawing strength from each other as the council members drew strength and expended it wholesale, trying to bring two individuals from an alternate reality who held the key to their survival.The pressure built, and a glow began to appear in the center of the circle as the ritual entered its critical phase. Two figures began to appear, misty and indistinct in the brightening glow. Then there was a surge of energy that rocked the council room and sent several of the councilors, as well as Petra, to their knees. The glow remained, but the two silhouettes were gone. Creager, leading the effort, gasped at the magnitude of their failure. They had not failed to bring the keyholders here. It was worse. The two who held the fate of the world in their hands were lost somewhere in the wide world, at the mercy of both the Enemy and the other perils abroad in the trackless wastes.Callis helped Petra to her feet and held her hand as they began to appreciate what had occurred. This was worse than failure. This was black disaster.The Fortress of PainEtrozan walked to the portal, not wanting the guards to see any hesitation or fear in his gait. They saluted him as they always did, their reptilian faces betraying no emotion as they opened the way for him. He stepped through, the thousand skulls on each wall chattering at him, begging for release from their eternity of torment. The ceiling crawled with countless small creatures, each a malformed parody of an animal that had been taken as tribute to Him. Etrozan walked to his master on a floor of tongues.The End of All, the Eater of All, the Holder of the Flame, Thlyy’Ghzull’Zhael sat on His throne of bones, His face shadowed in the gloom. His eyes were closed, but His preternatural senses detected His minion’s approach. “I have confounded them, Etrozan,” He said, His voice like a rasp against a block of wood. “The keyholders are here, but are lost somewhere in the wilderness. And,” He smiled at His creativity, “I have given them something more to think about. Your job is to find them.” He opened His eyes for the first time since Etrozan entered and fixed His gaze on the hapless servant. “Find them, and bring them to me alive, with the talismans intact. Do this, Etrozan. Quickly.” He smiled, and Etrozan felt his knees begin to buckle. His lord’s smile was something he did not want to see.Arms Room, C/1/504, Ft Bragg, North Carolina, 0540 hours, 18 May 2013Captain Dean had agreed to help with an ROTC exercise over the weekend, and he needed his weapons. As company commander, he had unlimited access to the arms room, and he saw no need to disturb the armorer or supply sergeant. He called the Duty Officer at Battalion HQ and gave the proper code, then punched in the combination and entered the large arms room, noting the racks of M4 carbines and other weapons along both walls. He walked to one shelf and picked up his pistol, a standard 9mm Beretta M9. He took three loaded magazines from a cabinet, put two in the pouch on his belt and loaded the other one into the gun. The pistol went into the holster on his belt.He went to one of the rifle racks and selected his assigned M4. He had added a red-dot sight and a Surefire light to the weapon after his experience in Afghanistan, and it was perfectly sighted in for him. He hefted the weapon, then walked to the cabinet and pulled out a standard load, seven thirty-round magazines. Three went into each of the two ammo pouches, and the last went into the weapon.He turned to leave and sagged when a wave of weakness passed over him. He felt heat emanating from his grandfather’s ring, and struggled to stay upright as another wash of energy hit. He reached down to steady himself, his hand grasping an ammo box, and then was helpless as his vision blurred and everything was lost in a blinding fog. Suddenly he felt himself twisted, turning, falling through a tunnel flanked by white clouds and ending….. where? Consciousness faded at the end. He fought for a moment, but in the end he was no match for whatever had him.Deep in the borderlands…..Dean opened his eyes. His vision was blurred at first, but he knew immediately that something was wrong. His legs were constricted by something. He reached down and felt a pair of jeans bunched up around his knees. He had been wearing standard ACUs, not jeans. And his skin. The skin of his leg was too smooth. He shook his head, trying to clear it so that he could see. He looked up and saw a figure in an Army uniform, with an M4 slung over his shoulder. The face…..It was him. He was looking at himself. What the fu... Melanie kept her eyes firmly shut as she tried to regulate her breathing. She was unable to describe what exactly had just happened, but she knew it didn’t feel… right. No, it had all felt very, very, very wrong, and because of that, she was afraid to see just how wrong everything was. With her eyes shut, though, she was blind to everything but the feel of her body, which she suddenly realized was heavy. She focused on the change, thinking that a camisole and a pair of jeans should not be that heavy; there was just no possible way.Standing there -- her breath coming back to her relatively, surprising, quickly -- she was better able to focus on the mystery of her body. Frightened of what she’d find, Melanie tipped her chin down and slowly opened her eyes; peeking through one eyelid before the other popped open as her body jerked with no small amount of surprise. She raised her hands to run them over her body, belatedly realizing she had been holding something once she heard a hard thump followed by many smaller ones. Glancing down to search the ground at her feet, she saw what looked like... bullets spilling from a box.Having realized that she, Melanie Fletcher, had been holding a box of ammo, her heart began to race with growing alarm and she started running her hands over her body with a great deal more vigor. It was then she noticed those were not her hands. She held them out in front of her, realizing that they belonged to a man. Her eyes caught on a ring that adorned one hand. She brought it closer to her face, noticing that the oval shape was rather plain-looking, but gorgeous in its masculine simplicity.After searching over 'her' body, she found more ammo, though most of these were different than the ones on the ground. Along with the ammo, though, she found a gun.A gun.There was a gun on her belt. She should have assumed that. She was blanketed in ammo, there had to be a gun somewhere, and there it was… on her belt. She dropped her chin to her chest and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, placing her hands on her hips as she tried to swallow back the bile that was rising up her throat. It was then, as she tried not to panic, that she realized something else -- something she was dismayed to find she hadn’t realized and understood sooner -- this body was not hers.The hips beneath her hands did not feel right. Smoothing her fingers over her stomach, she felt muscle beneath the fabric of the shirt. It was a lot of muscle; a lot more muscle than a cancer survivor should ever have. Running her hands upward along her arms, she felt more muscle. As if this wasn’t alarming enough, on one shoulder her fingers encountered a strap. Having belatedly noticed that the bullets on the ground were not made for the gun on her hip, she had a vague feeling she knew what was slung over her shoulder.It was then Melanie started to hyperventilate, and once the weight of all that she was wearing -- both physically and mentally -- finally overwhelmed her, she fell to her knees with no small thud, crying out sharply at the pain as her calves landed on the many bullets that littered the ground.Her eyes popped open once more at the deep sound of her voice, and as her gaze focused, she realized what was lying in front of her.Her.She was gazing at herself.She looked down at 'her' body again and then up at the Melanie wanna-be. She did this four more times before she could no longer control her rising panic. In a subconscious instinct for survival, Melanie grabbed the gun from her belt, struggling only for a second to slip it free, before pointing it at her clone (whom she immediately deemed as Melanie 2) with shaking hands."What the--" Not yet used to her voice, she had to clear her throat twice before she had the courage to speak again, and she was proud to hear that she sounded a lot stronger and more in control than she felt."What the fuck have you done to me?" (Melanie was not one to curse, but she felt that, in her current situation, her mother would forgive her for cursing.)"Who are you? Where am I? Why do I look like this? Why doyoulook likeme? Just what in the world is going on here!?" With each question she asked the stranger who was not at all a stranger, her voice rose until with the last few words, she was yelling at the top of her lungs, her new, deep voice creating a roar that -- after she was finished -- scared her.She was breathing heavily as her eyes roamed over Melanie 2 lying on the ground. With a start, she realized she was in the position she had been in before everything went to shit. With everything that had happened -- even despite the strange circumstances and Melanie’s growing hysteria -- there were certain things that took precedence in such a situation. What she said next was definitely not one of them."Pull my pants up, you pervert!" Humans have five senses. Three of them were now giving Dean inputs that he would rather have gone without. The fact that taste and smell weren’t immediately involved was a small blessing.First was sight. He was obviously no longer in the arms room at Fort Bragg. He was in what appeared to be a wilderness of stunted trees and sparse grasses, with low rolling hills in the distance. Off to one side was a line of high mountains, their snowcapped peaks white and forbidding. Standing in front of him was him. He recognized the even, somewhat severe features from the mirror he shaved in every day. The uniform had his nametag and rank insignia on it. As he watched, the figure dropped to its knees, ammunition cascading from the open box it had carried.Then came sound. A person’s voice never sounds right to them when they hear it in a recording. But Dean knew that the voice yelling at him, demanding answers, was in fact his own.Finally, and for Dean most disturbingly, came touch. His hand moved across his body, which seemed somehow lighter, less substantial than it always had. And as it moved it told him something that he found very troubling.He had boobs.What the fuck.The pseudo-Dean had managed to get the M9 out of the holster and was somewhat clumsily pointing it at him. Not really a threat, since he hadn’t chambered a round, but it needed to be taken care of in any case. The jeans around his knees were a hindrance, but he had been trained to improvise, adapt, and overcome.He pushed off with his hands and lifted his feet together, first bending his knees and then forcefully kicking out, striking pseudo-Dean in the chest and knocking him backwards. He rolled to the left, then scrambled up, kicking the jeans off of his legs so he could move freely. He noticed two things immediately. He was far lighter than he should be. And he was far weaker than he should be. Not good.Pseudo-Dean was still fighting for breath after having the wind knocked out of him, and Dean reached down and took the pistol from his hand, racked the slide, and aimed it at his own face. The words that pseudo-Dean had spoken began to register. He looked down at his body, now seeing a distinctly feminine form. Was it possible that…..“I’m Trevor Dean,” he said, “and you’re wearing my body. You could at least give me the courtesy of telling me your name.” The pistol lowered. He wasn’t about to shoot himself. He wasn’t that crazy yet. After the immediate shock of being kicked so forcefully, Melanie rolled over and rose to her hands and knees, her head hanging between her shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest didn’t hurt as much as it should -- say,if she were in her own body-- but the surprise and impact still managed to knock the wind out of her. Her body tensed as she heard an ominous, metallic sound. It took her a moment to place it and once she did, she cursed under her breath. Melanie was definitely not a weapon aficionada, but even she should have known to 'cock' the damn thing, or whatever the term was. Not that she would know how to do that, but she still should have thought of it. She wanted to smack herself with her carelessness, but the voice of Melanie 2 kept her from doing so; at the sound of her own voice coming back to her, an unpleasant shiver rolled down her spine.Once Melanie 2's words finally registered, Melanie threw her head back to stare up at "Melanie 2 a.k.a. Trever Dean" in shock.Shewas wearinghisbody? As if!Hewas inherbody, the sick pervert. With a small scowl and mutinous scrunch of her nose, Melanie slowly rose to her feet and dusted off her knees as well as her ass. The motion made the strap on her shoulder slip, and she quickly bent her arm to hook it in the crook of her elbow. She glanced down to finally see what it was before glancing quickly away and carefully pulling it back to her shoulder, not giving too much head space to the face that she did indeed have a big.. huge..scarygun on her shoulder. With that chore done, she straightened and was proud to discover that she towered over "Melanie 2 a.k.a. Trever Dean." She'd never been tall enough as to 'tower' over someone who had passed the age of twelve and even though she was essentially staring at her own body, knowing Trevor Dean had taken it over, she had no qualms about glaring down at herself."Myname is Melanie Fletcher and seeing as howI'vegot the bigger bodyandgun, would you please, please,pleasebe so kind as to--" Melanie leaned forward as she said the last with definite, pissed-off emphasis, "--tell me just what the hell is going on?"They both knew it was an empty threat, seeing as how she couldn't even handle the small gun which "Melanie 2 a.k.a. Trever Dean" held, but just being able to say the words and know they were true at the base of their meaning made her feel powerful and more in control -- of herself and the situation. Her eyes flicked down the length of her body, avoiding the gun and noting the state of her undress. With a small growl of frustration, she marched to the jeans on the ground and held them out to Melanie 2."And for the love of God, put my damn pants on!" Melanie took a deep breath before continuing on a low mumble, "I don't know which is worse, the fact that a man's eyes, though I'm looking through 'em are looking at, well, me... or just the simple, disturbing fact that a brute of a man seems to be in my half-naked body." Trevor looked down at his body. Her body, he corrected himself. His body was in front of him, now holding out the jeans he had kicked off. They looked way too small to fit him, until he remembered that apparently he was now her. He started to ask what the hell had happened, until he realized that pseudo-Dean… Melanie, he forced himself to call her, had been asking the same questions a moment ago. She had no more idea of what was going on than he did.He grabbed the jeans and pulled them on, noting again both the smoothness of the skin and the relative weakness he felt. He buttoned the jeans, then for lack of a better option shoved the pistol into his waistband behind his right hip. He took a step, then found himself bouncing on one foot while grabbing the other, which had impaled itself on a sharp rock. Barefoot. Naturally. “I suppose it would have been too much to ask for shoes,” he said bitterly.Trevor was a trained, experienced combat leader. He had been under fire many times, and had never lost his nerve. His men depended on him, and he had never broken. This situation was pushing him toward the edge, but he forced himself to stay calm. There had to be some explanation, some rational cause for this. He just had to find it.He looked at himself - no, he forced himself to say it again, at Melanie. He saw his eyes looking at him with something in them that he had never seen before.It was fear.He didn’t think of himself as totally without fear, but the look he saw was close to unreasoning terror. He recalled a line from one of theTarzanbooks by Edgar Rice Burroughs, where someone was talking to Tarzan and told him about being in terror. Tarzan replied, “I do not understand what you mean by ‘terror.’ I do not want to die, but you speak as if there was more to it than that.”He realized that at this point Melanie needed support more than interrogation. He decided to take that approach. He deliberately turned and looked around them at the beautiful but desolate landscape. “Do you have any idea where we are? This definitely isn’t Fort Bragg.” At the question, Melanie forced herself to take a deep breath, biting back the smart retort -- something along the lines of shoes being the least of their worries -- that rested on the tip of her tongue. She took a couple steps away from the Body Snatcher (her new name for Melanie 2 a.k.a. Trevor Dean because it was shorter and had a bit more flair) and, with her body now decent, scratchedthatirrelevant, yet highly important -- under the influence of her now waning hysteria -- task off her mental to-do list, which now consisted of nothing because, really? What kind of to-do list would a person create if said person suddenly found themselves in another body, staring at their own which was controlled by another person, and in a completely different environment than they had been originally? The situation was impossible, therefore unpredictable.Although, with the Body Snatcher's question, Melanie mentally scratched on a third task. Beneath'clothe yourself, woman'and'get your damn body back'was'find out where you are, pronto'. She imagined underlining the word pronto four times... in bold.The comment about "Fort Bragg" intrigued her, but Melanie figured finding out where they were was a great deal more important than assuaging her curiosity, so she set aside questioning him about it for later. Instead, she copied his movements, turning her body to look around at the landscape. The movement, though small, bothered her, as she wasn't used to manipulating such bulk, making her uncomfortable and again acutely aware of herself as... not herself, but she straightened her spine and shoulders, moving past her discomfort and focused on her environment.She recognized nothing. There was nothing in there immediate environment that stood out to her, nothing that made it more than an expanse of land. There was nothing akin to a landmark or anything of the like to hint at where they might be. Her biggest -- and only -- clue was in the distance: a landscape of mountaintops. She narrowed her eyes on the scene, trying to recall if she had ever seen it before.When her cancer had been at it's worse, when she'd spent more time at the hopsital than not, Melanie became fascinated with travel and with the outdoors. Being stuck in one place, imprisoned by her decaying body, she only wanted to escape. At first, it was just idle imaginings, but it soon became a dream, an aspiration. Whenever possible, Melanie would poor into travel books and guides, maps, TV programs... anything that would show her a world outside of the hospital.The formation of the mountains didn't look like anything she'd seen or read about, and her shoulders slumped slightly. She made one more quick, cursory glance around her, searching for something, anything, that would tell her where they were. Finding nothing, she sighed and murmured a little bit despondently, "I have no clue."Staring off into the distance, eyes unfocused but not unseeing, she thought that in any other circumstances she would actually like being here. Though the land around them was slightly barren, the mountains and hills in the distance made it appealing. At the thought of enjoying the place if she had been in her own body, Melanie's eyes went to the Body Snatcher. He was in the same position as she -- just as lost, just as clueless -- and she winced inwardly, admonishing herself for her behavior.Clearing her throat, she shuffled her feet before apologizing, "Sorry for, um, losing it. And sorry for yelling at you, too." Pseudo-Dean’s (Melanie’s, dammit!) words made him turn to her. It was impossible to read what was going on in her mind. The fact of being in a body that didn’t belong to you made things difficult. At least it seemed that the panic had faded. He was glad for that. He was having enough trouble keeping it together himself. Having to calm a terror-stricken woman wearing his body was not something he wanted to contemplate.“Don’t worry about it,” he said. Hearing his words come out in a female voice was unsettling to say the least. “I’m kind of freaked myself. But we need to figure out where the hell we are, how we got here, and most importantly, who put me in you and you in me and how the hell we get back.”He walked over to her, paying attention to where he stepped so as not to injure his feet again. He decocked the pistol ( and put it back in the holster on her belt. “I’m assuming that you aren’t real familiar with weapons. I am. You keep the pistol. It’s ready to fire. All you have to do is pull the trigger. I’ll take this.” He pulled the M4 ( off of her shoulder, gulping a little as he felt again the weakness of the body he now occupied. The weight of the carbine was an afterthought to him under ordinary conditions. Now he would have to be careful not to overstrain himself.He verified that the magazine was full and worked the charging handle, chambering a round, and flipping the selector switch to ‘safe.’ “Don’t try to shoot anything unless I tell you to or unless I’m out,” he told her. “We have lots of ammo for this thing,” he indicated the M4, “but only forty-five rounds for the pistol. Don’t waste it.”He was about to say more when a feral scream interrupted him. He pivoted to his right, the direction the sound had come from, snarling to himself as he stepped on another rock. His arms lacked strength, but the movements drilled into his brain by years of training and experience didn’t require it. Left thumb found the button of the holo-sight while right thumb flicked the selector to ‘semi.’ He looked through the sight and his knees almost buckled.Coming toward them were a half-dozen creatures that were half-bird, half-lizard. Three of them were flying at about waist height over the desolate ground. The others were running, almost galloping, each on six legs. The faces of the creatures were dominated by the numerous sharp teeth in the open mouths that dripped saliva in anticipation of a meal. They were about seventy-five meters out, closing fast.“Get down,” he said to Melanie, shaking his head at the sound of his female voice. Get used to it, Dean, he told himself. At least for now. He aimed the M4 and began squeezing off rapid single shots. The creatures were smaller than man-sized, but he had no idea how the small carbine round would fare against them. The first one took four shots before it fell. Now they were closer, and he was able to make head shots easily. The last beast fell just a few feet from them. It thrashed briefly, then died.He pulled the magazine from the weapon. Still at least ten rounds left. He looked down at the ammo box Melanie had dropped soon after their arrival. Five hundred rounds of 5.56mm for the M4. It would have to be enough. He felt a wave of weakness pass over him. It took the strength from him, almost causing him to drop the carbine. He shook his head and the weakness passed. At some point he would need her to explain what was going on with her body.Trevor turned and walked back to where she was crouching. He saw the look in her eyes. He shifted the carbine to his left hand, holding his right hand out to her. “Call me Trevor. I’ll call you Melanie. And I promise two things. I won’t get your body killed, and with your help I’ll try to get us both back where we belong.” Melanie had to keep herself from jumping backward as the Body Snatcher walked forward and reached toward her with the gun. Whether her apprehension was from the gun, or their now close proximity, she didn't know, and she didn't have the time to contemplate it as the larger gun was immediately taken from her shoulder. She bit her lip at the change in guns, unsure whether to be relieved, or worried. She didn't really trust the Body Snatcher and she didn’t know whether him having the larger gun boded well for her.She opened her mouth to argue the exchange, but at the way he handled the gun so perfectly, she quickly and firmly shut her lips, curling them inward, between her teeth, to keep from speaking. She vaguely listened to his words, nodding her head to indicate that she understood him, but when he pointed out the amounts of bullets, she again wanted to argue. Not only did he have the bigger, scarier looking gun, but he also had the one with more ammunition? Regardless of the fact (maybe because of it) that he obviously knew what he was doing, Melanie was still uncomfortable with this. The minute he stopped speaking, she opened her mouth to cut him off, but before she could her entire body locked, a shiver tingling the top of her spine. This was the only warning she had before she heard the scream.Unlike the Body Snatcher, she turned much more slowly, her body a statue except for her feet turning almost against her will. At what she saw, beasts so hideous, so unnatural racing toward them, her body immediately unfroze and before she even made the conscious decision to do so, her hand immediately went to the gun, expertly pulling it from the holster, unlike earlier. Before she could lift it, though, the Body Snatcher's voice came to her, and she held the gun down, arms straight, to the side, and at a slight angle. In a daze, and at the moment ignoring his command, Melanie stared in horror -- and just the slightest bit of awe -- as the creatures were killed one by one.Unable to take her eyes off the scene in front of her, she took a step back, then two more quick ones as one of the creatures continued to move toward them before being gunned down. It wasn't until the creature had stopped moving, death claiming it, that Melanie fell to the ground, ass to heels, knees bent sharply and pressed against her chest. She stared unseeing at the dead creature so close to her as she replayed the last few moments. Two things bothered her: 1) the creatures were unlike anything she had ever seen or heard of, and their existence tickled something at the back of her mind, made her uneasy... 2) she'd unholstered a gun as if she'd been doing it for years, and her instincts -- of which she'dneverhad before -- were sharp. It seemed that, even though Trevor's mind, or soul, or... whatever it is that makes humans human... no longer controlled it, his body retained the instincts it had been born with and conditioned to. Because of this, Melanie wondered if, just as she felt the power, the strength, in his body... if he felt the weakness in hers.On that thought, Melanie bit her lip, thinking that if that were the case, then the two of them were officiallyscrewed. She had a body she didn't know what to do with, and he had a body he could do nothing with. Sure, he was able to shoot down those creatures, but her body was still recovering and what little strength she possessed would only go so far.She was pulled from her quickly darkening musings as she caught slight movement. Tilting her head back, her gaze focused on the Body Snatcher who was closing the few feet that separated them. She at first ignored the hand he held out, searching her own features. One would think you'd be able to read your own expressions well, but she read nothing on her face. The Body Snatcher -- no,Trevor-- was giving nothing away, nothing to hint at how he felt about having killed six creatures whose very existence was traumatizing enough. Swallowing down her fear, she raised her hand to grab onto his, but then she remembered. She was strong, big, bulky and powerful, and he was now... not. Knowing, in her body that he couldn't help her up, Melanie inwardly shook herself and rose to her feet on her own.She took his hand only to grasp it as she, in turn, made her own promises. "Trevor, I promise to try my very best not to get your body killed, though I think that's more up to you." Her eyes briefly and involuntarily skittered to the dead... things before returning to his as she continued, her voice now softer, though still a low rumble, "I promise not to make that job more difficult on you though." She tightened her fingers around his hand briefly before putting the gun she still held back in her holster."Now..." She cautiously walked toward the last creature he'd killed, the one closest. "What the hell is this thing?"She slowly stuck her boot forward to prod it before a thought, unbidden and terrifying, came to her mind. Her head shot up and she turned in a small circle, frantically searching the area around them before her eyes came back to his. "You don't think they're more out here, do you?" Her eyes immediately continued their search, her body trembling only slightly. Trevor walked over to the nearest of the creatures, careful to watch where he walked to avoid damaging his bare feet. He examined the thing, which was still leaking what must be blood from the wounds he had inflicted on it. "If there are," he said in answer to her, "it'll be their problem." The 5.56mm rounds had completely penetrated the body in spite of what appeared to be a hardened, scaly skin. The creature’s head was long and pointed, with a mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth, much like pictures he had seen of a shark’s mouth. The two eyes were red, and had no distinguishable iris or pupil. The six legs were almost insect-like, with what looked like an exoskeleton rather than skin or scales. The wings were feathered, like a bird, and the tail ended in a large, sharpened barb.He nudged the thing with the muzzle of the carbine first, then when he was sure it was dead he knelt down and examined it further. It didn’t make any sense. He had majored in international relations in college, and had only taken one year of science, but that had been biology. This thing was impossible. It violated every rule of evolution. It was a melange of completely different animal types, the combination of which could not have happened naturally. He stood, feeling a wave of weakness that passed quickly, and walked around the carcass. He thought for a moment, then said to Melanie, “This thing shouldn’t exist. It’s certainly not anything that evolved on earth, which means….” He looked at her. “We’re not on earth.”He looked around again, noting the position of the sun. He made a mental note to check it in about an hour. Then he’d know whether it was morning or afternoon and have an idea of the length of the day. He looked in the direction that the creatures had come from. There were hills visible in the near distance, maybe a couple miles. He could make out some vegetation on their slopes. Beyond that was unknown. “We should head in that direction,” he said. “Where there are trees, there’s water. We might have to work to get at it, but it’s there. And these things,” he indicated the lizard/bird/bugs, “have to eat something. They came from there, so there’s likely a food source we can make use of too.”Suddenly Trevor felt another wave of fatigue pass through him and he decided to sit down for a few minutes. He waved Melanie over and began to speak. “I’m a Captain in the United States Army. I’ve seen combat in both Iraq and Afghanistan, and I currently command an airborne infantry company in the 82nd Airborne Division. I have a bachelor’s degree in international relations, and I’m halfway through a master’s degree in the same subject.” He paused and looked up at his own face, wondering what Melanie was thinking.Abruptly, his hands started searching over his (her) body. He found several scars, saw what had to be needle marks in various locations. He felt…. he didn’t know how to describe it. Trevor had only been seriously ill once in his life, and that had been when he was nine. The minor colds and aches and pains that seemed to plague other people were foreign to him. This was worse. It was a feeling that his (her) body just wasn’t functioning properly, at a very basic level. He realized from the look on her face that she must be realizing what he was feeling. So she knew what it was.He held her eyes. “Now you have to be honest with me,” he said. “There’s something, some medical problem, some drug allergy, something.” He paused again, then asked her directly. “What’s wrong with me?” Melanie stood next to Trevor, trying to wrap her mind around a multitude of things, but she doubted that, even if she had all the time in the world to get her head figured out, she'd come to any sane conclusions. A number of things about Trevor bothered her. First off, when she'd noted the foreign landscape and the impossible creatures, she'd avoided -- at all costs -- the very conclusion he'd come to. But, not only had he said it aloud, forcing her to face her fear, he said it, accepted it, and moved on from it. Her heart wasstillhammering inside her chest from his words. She had just been starting to acknowledge this... this changing of bodies, and now she had to accept no longer being on Earth? And to worsen matters, after having dropped that particular bomb, he actually suggested walking toward the very direction those hideous creatures had come from? Was hemad? They should be walking -- no,running-- in the opposite direction!When her thoughts only managed to freak her out further, Melanie desperately wished she had something to occupy her hands. When her mind worried, she couldn't sit calmly like Trevor was doing, she had to be doing something, otherwise she would fidget, driving herself crazy. Not only that, but sitting next to him would make it harder to avoid his direct, accusing gaze. Now that she knew where all the power, muscle, and strength she now possessed came from, she was positive that Trevor would loathe being a weak, puny, cancer survivor. She now wanted to avoid not only him but her explanation. Knowing the truth would come out sooner or later, Melanie sighed heavily. She glanced away from him, trying to find courage to tell him her story. Her eyes caught on the dropped box of ammo and she moved to pick up the bullets that had spilled from it. She squatted next to her chore, facing slightly away from him. Only then did she speak."A little over a year ago, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's disease, stage III." She was about to leave it at that, not wanting to go into detail -- hating to go into detail -- but because Trevor had pointedly noted the scars and marks, she knew she had to tell him. "I went through several rounds of chemo and radiation, but my body wasn't responding and the treatment only did more harm than good." Melanie paused, belatedly noting her hands were shaking; she set the box of ammo down and fell back. When her ass hit the ground, she held her knees to her chest as she relived her least favorite part of it all. Her voice lowered as she told him the rest."My doctors decided on a stem cell transplant. After the intense chemo, and once the transplant was done, I stayed in the hopsital for several weeks before being released. After that, I still had to have tests done. God, there were so many tests. It was only a few months ago that I was able to stay at home alone again." Melanie finally met his eyes as she finished with, "the fatigue isn't as bad as it used to be. Before, I could barely do anything without becoming light headed or exhausted. Now, I'm still fairly weak, but the fatigue only occurs after a great deal of movement or exercise."Taking a deep breath, Melanie sent him a quirky smile, though the humor didn't reach her eyes. "I guess you drew the short straw in this mess, huh?"Shaking off the bad memories, Melanie went back to her task of picking up the ammo. With that quickly done she stood and walked over to her body, to Trevor. Sitting in front of him and setting aside the bullets, she unlaced the heavy boots on her feet before slipping them off. She sent Trevor another small smile as she slipped off the thick socks that covered her now brutish feet. Lifting one of her, now Trevor's, bare feet, she quickly shook off the feeling of touching herself as another person, finally feeling what another felt. It was an odd sensation, and the first one of their situation that intrigued her instead of further frightening her.As she slipped on one of the socks, she explained, "I saw you favoring your feet and watching where you stepped. I know they're not shoes, but at least it's something, right?" Once each sock was put on, she then pulled down the edges so that the sock was folded over itself, providing another layer of protection. With his feet much larger than hers, all but the very edges of the toes were covered.Once her work was done, Melanie sat back and nodded firmly, sending Trevor a grin that finally reached her eyes. "I may not be able to kill things, but at least I'm good for something, right?" She giggled softly to herself -- though in Trevor's deep voice, it came out as more of a chuckle -- as she put the boots back on, lacing them before standing. She held her hand out to him, and tilted her head in the direction she really didn't want to go, but knew was they're safest bet. "Shall we?" The socks helped. He still needed to watch where he stepped, but it was far better than bare feet. Still, their pace was slow. Trevor couldn’t maintain the pace he was used to, especially as the M4 was like an anchor in his hands. Melanie was also burdened, carrying the metal ammo box, but her body, his body, was used to such burdens. He decided not to dwell on his misfortunes and instead think of the few positives that stood out in what had thus far been a real pisser of a day.He was now a cancer survivor. He had known several people who had fought that most dreaded of diseases. Some had succeeded, others had not. Several months ago he had been persuaded to participate in a five-kilometer run to benefit a breast cancer charity, and he had gotten several hundred dollars in donations. At the time it seemed like a small thing, and he had done it without much thought about what it was he was running for. Now, he thought, he was being made to understand. The strength Melanie must have needed to deal with first the disease itself, then the even more insidious assaults of chemotherapy, radiation, and other invasive cures. He found himself feeling not just respect for her, but a comfort in having her be the one he would depend on for his life in this strange place. Like him, she had been tested, and had passed the test. It was different from the trials he knew, but it was no less a test of endurance and character, and she had succeeded.It took several hours, more than he had expected, for them to reach the first groves of trees in the low hills. He had stopped at several points to gauge the time by the position of the sun, and with Melanie’s help he had managed to establish that they had arrived here mid-morning, and by the time they reached the trees it was mid-afternoon. It was worth it, though. Several of the trees were obviously fruit-bearing, their branches heavy with what looked like pears. Trevor reached up and pulled one off of the tree. The first hesitant bite was rewarded with a taste of sweetness. He pulled another of the ripe fruit from the branch and handed it to Melanie. “This isn’t poisonous. Poison doesn’t taste so good,” he said as he wolfed down the rest of the fruit and grabbed another. He hadn’t realized that he was so starved for energy.Halfway through the second pear, he noticed what looked like a wooden structure about fifty meters away. He motioned to Melanie to be quiet, took a last bite and dropped the pear, then leveled the M4 and began to move toward the building, waving for her to follow him. As he moved, he noticed that his perceptions were definitely different than he was used to. His hearing was not as acute, and while his vision seemed just as good as he remembered he found that he didn’t have the peripheral vision he was used to. And the weakness. Once they had eliminated any threats here he would need to rest.The structure was a rude wooden hut, maybe twenty feet by fifteen. Inside were the remains of three people, who appeared to have been dead for several weeks at least. There had been little left to decompose, and the teeth marks on the bones told him that the creatures that had attacked them earlier had been feasting on the bodies. Trevor looked around the hut, searching for anything that might be useful for either their survival or to find out where they were. A couple of ragged, homespun blankets on the dirt floor and a clay bottle containing what smelled like homemade liquor were the only things that were undamaged. He looked again at the bodies, noting that one of them still had leather sandals on its feet. He debated for a moment, then stripped the sandals off the corpse and put them on his (her) feet, tying the straps over the wool socks Melanie had given him. “Better than shredding the socks,” he said grimly.He realized that he was totally worn out, and it was senseless to try to go farther without rest. They had a source of food here, and there was no sign of any more of the weird creatures, so it made sense to stay here for the night. Not in the hut, to be sure. Sharing a room with a corpse was something he suspected Melanie would object to, and he had to admit that it gave him the creeps. He helped her gather some wood, and in short order using the lighter he kept in the pocket of his uniform he had a fire going. They collected some more of the fruit, and found another tree with a type of berry that was also edible.As night fell, they sat together on a log outside the hut, watching the flames dance. They had eaten well, and Trevor found himself wanting to know more about his companion. “So, tell me about yourself… I mean myself,” he said with a chuckle. “Where do you live? I assume you’re from the US in 2013, right?” At the sound of her voice, Melanie redirected her gaze from the fire to Trevor, her eyes flicking down the length of her body almost instinctively. For the hundredth time, she tried not to let the fact that a dead person's shoes touched her feet. When they'd come upon the hut, she'd had a hard time swallowing back the bile that threatened, a task that was made even more difficult when Trever dressed her feet in those sandals. A shudder of revulsion had traveled up her spine, tickling her resolve and causing her to hurry out of the small structure in a rush, bending over to rest her hands on her knees, dragging in the air quickly and deeply.Now, sitting outside the impromptu tomb, she had a hard time getting her mind off the people inside, so Melanie was glad when Trevor spoke, asking her a direct question. Conversation would redirect her mind, her concentration. With her eyes back on the fire and a small smile curving her lips, Melanie told him her story, her fingers mindlessly and subconsciously twisting Trevor's ring back and forth around her finger."Yeah, I'm from the US in 2013. Colarado to be exact. I grew up in a small, no-name town with less than 8,000 people in it. I left to go to school to study something predictable and boring, like accounting. College didn't take, so I moved back home, lived with friends. Took up jobs when someone was looking. I could never keep something long, couldn't stay in one place for too long. I went from job to job, friend to friend, and liked it. Then, when I got cancer, my sister and I moved to Denver in order to be closer to the hospital once I got worse, my treatments started becoming more intense, and hospital visits became more frequent. After, I found I liked Denver and stayed. I found a condo, dyed my hair, got a dog, my sister left, and things were finally starting to grow into some normality again. Then one morning, still living out of boxes, getting dressed to start my day, chasing down my dog... I find myself here, like this."Melanie glanced down at herself before moving her eyes toward Trevor and giving him a small, wonky smile."So that's my story. Well, the start of it anyway. I'm only 26, so it's not like I've got a novel to tell."Her smile widening for a moment as she shrugs slightly, Melanie twisted her body to face the other side of her, reaching down to the ground in order to nab Trevor's helmet. Her knees cocked and pressed together, she straightened and set the helmet in her lap, grabbing a few berries from inside it and popping them in her mouth, the juice exploding in her mouth once she bit into them, making her hips squirm with delight. When they’d gone back for more fruit, she'd had the idea to fill the helmet with them. She was even more grateful when they came upon the berries, for she liked them slightly more than the pears, and was able to pick and keep more with the helmet to store them, not having to worry about dropping them from her hands and arms. She grabbed a few more berries before handing Trevor his helmet in case he wanted some.They sat in silence for a few moments as Melanie gazed into the fire, alternately nibbling and devouring her small handful of berries. After a short while, when she'd run out of fruit and had glanced down to confirm the emptiness of her hand, Melanie's attention was again caught by Trevor's ring. Staring at it, she realized that for the first time in eight years, she didn't feel naked or vulnerable without her grandmother's crystal. Always, whenever she had to take it off, her body felt tense, as if counting down the seconds until she had the necklace around her again. But she realized that even though she'd gone hours without it, not once did she feel tense, naked, or vulnerable. She could blame it on other emotions having taken precedence -- fear, confusion, revulsion, terror -- but it was more than that. Even without it, she still felt the calm that she always carried whenever wearing the necklace.She almost thought of asking him to trade the ring for the necklace, but immediately thought better of it. The idea of losing the ring made her feel the same as when she had to be without the necklace. She couldn't explain the sensation and, at that moment, didn't want to. To get her mind off of it, she grabbed a stick to stoke the fire as she asked Trevor about himself."What about you? Beyond what I can deduce from the uniform and mini-arsenal, what's your story?" Trevor took one of the berries from the helmet and popped it in his mouth, savoring the explosion of flavor and the fragrance of the fruit that reached his nostrils as he chewed. All of his senses seemed altered, and while hearing and vision were not quite as acute as he had enjoyed in his own body, it was apparent that taste and smell were heightened to some degree. He closed his eyes for a moment and let himself relax as he listened to her describe her life. While he still felt fatigued, the rest and the food had taken the edge off.He smiled at her reference to his “arsenal.” “I only wish it was an arsenal,” he replied. “But at least we can hold our own while we figure out what the hell happened.” He looked at her, at his own body that now was under the control of a young woman from Colorado. “My story? Born in Michigan. Kalamazoo, to be exact. I went to Michigan State University on an Army scholarship and majored in international relations.” He chewed another berry, then continued. “When I graduated, I became an infantry officer. I had gone to jump school during college, and I went to Afghanistan for a year in 2005. Spent another tour with a civil affairs unit in Iraq in 2007.”He laid back, trying to get comfortable in that narrow region where the heat from the fire balanced the chill outside. “I’m a company commander now, stationed at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina, getting ready to rotate back to Afghanistan. I was supposed to help out with an ROTC weapons qualification on Saturday, so I had just gotten my weapons from the arms room when everything started to spin.” He reached up to his neck, that impossibly slender, smooth neck, and touched the necklace there. The touch reassured him somehow, and the feeling reminded him of the ring that was still on his (her) finger.He decided to ask. “This necklace…. By any chance is it a family heirloom?”The Fortress of PainEtrozan sat astride his courser, watching his handpicked team ready themselves. The courser had been born a horse, but years of necromantic spells and brutal training had rendered it almost unrecognizable. It still had only four legs, but a stunted pair of arms protruded from its chest. Its skin was formed of overlapping reptilian scales, and its head was a mass of bone containing a mouth filled with uneven fangs beneath six black, multifaceted eyes.The reptilian humanoids who were to accompany him had been chosen for their brutality and their efficiency. Etrozan wanted this mission to be accomplished quickly, so that he could avoid the wrath of his Master. The augury was complete, and the keyholders had been located. Now that night had fallen, the party could travel at speed and reach their quarry before dawn. It should not be difficult to take them alive, as the Master had ordered.The searchers were finally ready. Etrozan led them out the massive iron gate, across the stone bridge that spanned the fiery moat around the fortress, then pushed his courser into a trot as they entered the trackless waste that was the Master’s domain. Not long now, he thought. Not long before not just this world, but all of creation, bent its knee to the Master. His reward would be great, he thought. Perhaps after the Master had secured the keys from these unworthy beings, He might give them to Etrozan for amusement. Etrozan would find innumerable ways for them to suffer……The BorderlandsCallis and Petra were riding hard, pushing their mounts to the limit. They were alone, the Council not willing to risk any others of their tiny guard force that would be the last defense against the threat if this mission failed. Callis thought grimly that it was a forlorn hope. If he and Petra did not find the keyholders first, no army however strong would hold back the dark.They had seen a flame just after dark, at least ten miles off. It was a tiny spark that could be anything. Traders, slavers, anything at all. But it was all they had. Putting fatigue aside, they pressed on, hoping beyond hope that they would prevail. Melanie was glad Trevor instigated a quick change in subject, whether intentional or not, for if she had been forced to comment on his life story, she would have looked like a fool. She had only recognized a handful of the positions he named. Well... she knew the words of course, but not what they meant for Trevor and his military career. Regardless, she was again glad that he was the one she was stuck with through all this. He had one hundred precent the military and combat training she did, and for that she was immensely grateful. She would have been so lost throughout this entire situation without him. No, worse than that. She would have been dead by now. Those creatures from earlier... she would not have had a weapon nor the knowledge of how to use it in order to defend herself. Those things would have killed her.With a small sliver of fear sending a shudder through her body, it was that thought -- the knowledge that, without Trevor, she would be dead right then instead of eating berries with good company near the warmth of a fire -- that had her inching closer to him as she answered his question."I'm not entirely sure if I'd call it an heirloom. My grandmother gave it to me when I turned eighteen, but before then I had never seen it before. She'd never worn it. Neither had my mother nor my older sister, so it was't as if it had been passed down to me. Just... on my birthday, she put it around my neck and said, 'This is important. I want you to keep it safe and promise never to take it off.' And I never did, not when I didn't have to anyway. Even if she hadn't made me promise, I never would have. The minute it touched my skin, it just felt... right, ya know? I know that sounds crazy, but it's what I felt."Glancing down, she again found herself thumbing the ring on her, his, finger and again she wondered at the peace she felt wearing it, having only felt such a thing while her necklace hung around her neck. Holding up her hand, Melanie asked, "what about this? I never would have expected you to be the type of guy to wear jewelry."As she teased him softly, she scooted closer so that, as she held out her hand in front of her, they both could see its surface, surprisingly dark in that it didn't reflect the flames of their fire. Her arm brushed his and, instead of pulling away as she would have hours ago, discomforted by the fact she was touching her own body, she merely settled in further, taking reassurance from his presence in the dark and cold of the night. Trevor glanced at the ring on his (her) hand, then his gaze flashed to the hand that was now under his control, noticing for the first time the absence of the comforting feeling of the ring. At first he was surprised that he hadn’t missed it before. It had always been a comfort, a source of steadiness and calm that had sustained him when he needed something to bring order out of chaos. Then he realized that he still felt that calm, still had that bulwark against the confusion that often threatened to overcome his mind.It was the necklace. He felt it clearly. And with that feeling something seemed to fall into place, some piece of the puzzle, an answer to the question of why they had been brought here. They both held otherwise innocuous pieces of jewelry that had some power that he didn’t understand but was nonetheless very real. He didn’t understand what the power was or how it worked, but it was the first clear piece of evidence that they were not just random victims but that there was indeed a plan in place. He didn’t know if he should be trying to help that plan succeed or doing whatever he could to thwart it, but at least he now knew that someone or something had them in their sights. He had been a target before. He didn’t like it.“My grandfather gave me that ring,” he said, settling back comfortably against his own body. The warmth of the fire balanced against the warmth he lay against. He wanted to explain to Melanie what he had realized, wanted to make her understand that he had uncovered something important. But the fatigue had taken hold, and he could no longer hold it at bay. “We’ll talk about it in the morning,” he whispered. “Remind me about the ring….” His eyes slid shut and he curled up against the body that he had until today called his own. The M4 slid down beside him, still gripped loosely in his hand. He was asleep within seconds.________________________________________The dawn was just an hour away when Etrozan and his hunters neared the hills. He saw the glow from the fire on the slope above, and waved the band forward. He did not try to tell them how to deploy. They were the best at what they did, skilled at finding and cornering fleeing prey. He watched as several of them split off and worked their way around to bracket the small fire and the hapless creatures huddling alongside it. When they were in position, Etrozan gave the signal and the entire band began closing in. Not long now, and the Master would have his prizes….________________________________________Callis and Petra crouched on the crest of the hill, watching in horror as the skeletal hunters surrounded the fire and began to inch forward. There were just too many. The two of them could perhaps have handled a half dozen of the creatures, but twice that many now faced the keyholders. Callis bit back the desire to act. He could only wait, and hope that there would be something left to save.________________________________________Etrozan and the four hunters with him dismounted and moved confidently forward toward the flickering firelight. He saw the prey sleeping quietly beside the fire, covered in filthy blankets. He strode forward and kicked one of the sleepers, expecting to hear a scream or at least a grunt. Instead there was only a dull thud as the rock that had been concealed by the blanket fell off of the log and landed on the ground. The other hunters had crowded around, and Etrozan looked up in confusion. What was going on here?________________________________________Trevor and Melanie crouched in the darkness about thirty meters uphill from the fire. He had noticed this position when they were setting the fire and saw that it would serve as a good defensive position should they be attacked. Sleeping next to a fire was not something that smart people did in Indian country, and after falling briefly asleep he had roused himself. He missed the warmth of the fire, but body heat was just as good and they had slept sandwiched together in the darkness. The noise of the hunters had awakened them both.Now he watched through the holographic sight on the M4 as the hunters milled around the fire. He had briefly debated whether to open fire, then saw the naked blades reflecting the flames. Decision made. Head shots. He forced himself to stay calm and focused and concentrate on the marksmanship problem. Melanie was beside him, watching to ensure that none of the creatures got around behind them. All he had to do was shoot.The first four creatures fell before any of them realized what was happening. One was screaming what might have been orders in a tongue Trevor didn’t recognize. He aimed at that one, reasoning that taking out a leader was always a good thing, but before he fired another of the things stumbled in front and became victim number five. The leader shouted something else and the survivors began to retreat quickly down the slope toward their mounts. Trevor managed to take out two more before the others were out of the light.He heard the hoofbeats racing away, the sounds fading slowly into the distance as the first glow of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon. He was about to stand up and stretch his legs when a voice called out from the left. “Keyholders! We come as friends! We must speak with you! Please withhold your thunder and allow us to approach!” When Trevor had awoken her from her slumber and had instructed that they needed to leave the fire, Melanie wanted to slap him. After their long day she wanted nothing more than to sleep, cocooned in a semblance of warmth that made this horrific place seem less... horrific. Cuddled as they were in the dark, Melanie had cocooned her body around Trevor, knowing the clothes she had been wearing before this nightmare were thin and would do little again a night's merciless chill. Though she kept Trevor safe against the air, her eyes kept moving toward the inviting fire, her foul mood growing with each shiver that caused her body to shudder. Miraculously, she had fallen asleep, though she did so swearing she was keeping her body warm, not Trevor.When strange noises had awoken them both from slumber and Trevor had instructed that she have his back, Melanie wanted to kiss him. She was again happy that someone with great instincts and military training had come with her to this strange world, for if she hadn't they would have been sleeping soundly and ignorantly as enemies came upon their camp. As it were, Melanie found it easy to keep her back to the fire, despite the horrific sound coming from that direction. Though her body jumped with each round that Trevor fired, she kept her eyes glued to their surroundings, making sure no one was able to attack from behind. When Trevor finally stopped shooting, Melanie had released a deep breath, not realizing she had been holding it since Trevor's first shot. Her muscles had begun to relax when she heard the voice shout and her body immediately swung in its direction, arms lifting and straightening, handgun held by both her hands.And now there they were, having gotten rid of one enemy only to discover another.Melanie turned her head to glance at Trevor, seeing he was in a similar position as she, body strung tight, weapon pointed toward the voice. Melanie slid her foot slowly toward Trevor before just as slowly doing a side lunge stretch, maneuvering her body closer to him. Gun still at the ready, she leaned over to whisper her question of what they should do, but before she could she heard movement, slowly but ceaselessly and undoubtedly growing nearer. They were approaching, taking her and Trevor's silence as compliance. Having no idea what she was doing, she stood quickly and shouted toward the noise."STOP! Don't come any closer!"She glanced down only to see Trevor looking up at her with an expression full of thunder. She never knew her face had the capacity to look so murderous. She sent him a small shrug and a look that communicated, "Well what else could we do?" before returning her attention once more to the now quiet intruders, easily taking on the role of Trevor Dean, Captain in the United States Army."Identify yourself!"There was no response."I repeat, identify yourself!!"Although Melanie was a little proud of how she was handling herself and the situation, there was again no response. She pursed her lips in displeasure and tried not to give a small 'harrumph' in response to whoever it was out there not immediately adhering to her demands. She looked down at Trevor once more and murmured, "a little help here, partner?"Suddenly, the same voice that had called out to them earlier came to them."I am called Callis, Keyholder! You may lower your weapon, for I mean you no harm!"Melanie thought for a moment, her current mantra being 'what would Trevor do?' Arriving at an answer she hoped he would approve of, she shouted once more."Are you alone, Callis?"After a brief pause, the voice called Callis returned, "Nay! I come with one other!"Melanie bit her lip with hesitation, not knowing what to do. Just when she was about to suggest to Trevor that they run, a second voice called out, this one female."We are the reason you are here, Keyholder! If you would allow us to approach, we must speak speak with you urgently!"Melanie swung wide eyes to Trevor. Enemy or not, Callis and the woman, if truly behind what had happened, had answers. And more than anything -- excluding being home and in her own body -- Melanie wanted answers.Whispering quietly and quickly, she asked Trevor, "What do you think? Do we trust them?" Trevor was unable to hide his anger at Melanie when she answered the strangers without consulting him. He was about to dress her down as he would one of his enlisted men who had screwed up when he realized that he had been about to call out himself when she had done it. He was so used to being in charge and having no one question his orders that he resented her doing what he intended to do himself. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down. She was not his subordinate. She was….. what exactly? A friend? He hoped so, since she was wearing his body. An ally, definitely. A partner? The thoughts raced through his mind and after the new arrivals answered her he reached over and squeezed the hard, muscled shoulder that had once been his. “You’re doing fine,” he whispered, then looked out into the darkness.Melanie’s voice was not used to a tone of command, but he made it as firm and as resolute as he could. “Move to the far side of the fire,” he yelled, the female tones still causing a chill to run down his spine. That would let Trevor and Melanie see who they were dealing with, while destroying the strangers’ night vision. Anything to maintain an advantage. His hand slid down and grabbed hers, squeezing it tightly as they watched the two newcomers walk into the firelight.The man was of medium height, with short brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His companion was a woman with dark hair pulled back into a severe bun. She was fractionally taller than the man, and they were identically dressed in leather boots, tan breeches, brown leather jerkins, and heavy green cloaks. They were both armed with what appeared to be longswords. Trevor watched carefully as they approached the fire. They appeared to be normal humans, which would be a first in this weird place.Callis led Petra toward the fire. They were comrades, not lovers, but he felt strongly for her and as they moved into the light he placed himself between her and the keyholders. He hoped that they would prove the salvation of all they held dear, but it was obvious from what they had just seen that they were deadly to their enemies. It gave him both hope and dread as they stood beside the fire.Trevor stood, Melanie standing with him and helping to steady him as they began to walk toward the fire. He held the M4 steady and whispered to Melanie, “I’ll start out asking questions. Feel free to add in anything you think of. We’re in this together, and these people might be friends.” He didn’t know what gave him that feeling, but seeing normal people who wanted to talk with him instead of devouring him probably had something to do with it.They approached the fire, Trevor nodding to the two on the other side as they entered the light. He sat on the log, pulling the ripped blanket around his shoulders as Melanie stood protectively over him. He cradled the M4 in his lap and gestured for the newcomers to sit. The bodies of the dead hunters provided a stark reminder of what he could do, and the growing light of dawn cast a new set of shadows across the ground. He picked up a stick and stirred the fire, then held out his hands to warm them. “I’m Trevor Dean,” he said. He jerked a thumb up. “This is Melanie Fletcher. And yes, we’re in the wrong bodies. I’m hoping you can explain what’s going on, and help us to get back to our own world and our own bodies.”Callis and Petra sat at the woman’s gesture. He knew that they were at the keyholders’ mercy, and that he needed to gain their trust. He looked at the two of them. The man wore a mottled suit that seemed to blend into the surroundings, with a belt and suspenders carrying several different pouches and pockets. He hovered protectively over the woman. She seemed physically frail, obviously tired from simply walking a short distance, but the look in her eyes showed that she was not to be dismissed. He listened to her words, looking in shock at Petra as the true nature of their situation was revealed.How to explain things? He decided that the only option was the truth. “Keyholder…. Trevor Dean, Melanie Fletcher, I am Callis, First Ward of the Council.” He indicated his companion. “This is my second, Petra. The Council called you here, to confront the ancient evil that threatens our land. Our summoning was disrupted by the evil one, and he not only cast you out here, in the verge of his domain, but twisted your natures and switched your bodies.” He took a breath, waiting to see if the Keyholders would react. He saw interest, but no hostility. He continued, “I do not know if the Council has the power to restore you to your bodies, but I do know that if you remain here, in the Borderlands, the Enemy will find you. And even your powerful weapons will not suffice. They will attack you with hundreds, then thousands. You will be overmanned. Please come with us. At the least we can offer warmth and comfort for a short while, and counsel to aid you in deciding your next moves.”Trevor shifted slightly, then looked up at Melanie. Her face, his face, was normally unreadable. But it seemed that there was more to their connection, an unspoken communication that he had never experienced before. She seemed to want to trust these two. He turned back to the man. “Fine,” he said. “We’ll start in an hour. We’ll need horses. I can’t walk far, and I don’t think we’ll be much good to you separated.” Body jerking slightly with each gallop of the powerful steed beneath her, Melanie kept her hands on Petra's waist, trying not to hold onto her too tightly. Melanie had never been on a horse before, and the new experience coupled with the strange feeling that accompanied the added weight of Trevor's body had her completely uncomfortable, almost -- but not quite -- afraid. Looking to the side, she caught Trevor and Callis riding beside her and Petra, Trevor situated in front of Callis. Melanie snickered softly again, as she had done when Callis had first explained the riding arrangements, her mind immediately replacing her body with Trevor's. The mental image was an entertaining one, giving Melanie her first happy feeling since this nightmare had begun.With a bit of their long journey still stretched before them, Melanie cast her thoughts back to the fire, her mind mulling over all that she and Trevor had learned. From Callis' first word, that strange term he again used to refer to them, Melanie had inched closer to Trevor, and when the strange man continued his explanation, telling them why they had been brought to this place, Melanie placed her hand on Trevor's -- her -- shoulder, fingers curling tightly when they learned just what they were up against. She stood frozen as Callis and Trevor continued to talk and negotiate, her mind blank, unable to cope with it all.When they turned away to fetch the horses they'd dismounted and tethered a half mile away, Melanie released Trevor's shoulder and took a halting step forward, holding her hand out."Wait!"They both turned, Petra's gaze moving to meet Callis' eyes for a brief moment before lifting her chin in a small salute, doing the same gesture toward Melanie and Trevor, and continuing on, Callis staying behind, his eyebrows raised in question. Melanie bit her lip with sudden hesitation as she dropped her hand. Squaring her shoulders, she cleared her throat, seeking instant courage."Um, I have a few questions." Turning completely toward her, Callis folded his hands in front of him, saying nothing but giving her his silent permission to continue. Melanie looked back at Trevor before meeting Callis' eyes."You've used the word 'keyholder' in reference to us twice now. What does that mean?" Before he had a chance to respond, Melanie asked the other questions tickling at her mind. "Also, how are we supposed to confront an evil that has hundreds, thousands to fight against us? And... if your council called us here, where exactly is here? What is the council? And why us?" That was the one that bothered her the most, so she leaned forward slightly and repeated, "why us?"Callis cocked his head slightly to the side, his eyes moving between Melanie and Trevor, who had moved to stand at her side, Melanie straightening as she felt him near. Callis eyed them for a long moment before taking a deep breath through his nose before speaking."We don't have much time. Once Petra returns, we shall ride before any more creatures return. All your questions will be answered once we reach Castle Victrix, I promise you. Just know you're here because you are the Keyholders, andthat--" His voice rose on the last two syllables as he saw Melanie open her mouth to speak, his tone sharp to cut off any protests she could have made before she made them. "That will also be explained once we can ensure that the two of you are safe."Melanie glowered at him just as she heard soft galloping, followed shortly by the sight of Petra riding toward them. Although they had some answers, the answers just led to more questions, but the prospect of safety was a heady one.Her mind was brought back to the present when her name was called."There she is, Keyholder. Castle Victrix." Petra's tone held no small amount of pride as she spoke the title, and when Melanie glanced up to see that they had almost arrived, her breath caught and she immediately understood Petra's pride. Though a dull, ominous backdrop surrounded the castle in the sky, it's grounds were beautiful, a wide river flowing between it and a small range of mountains in the distance. The structure itself was neither lavishly large or too small to defend itself. It reminded her of a larger Kylemore Abbey, a castle in Ireland she'd read about when in the hospital and one she wanted to see in the many travels she wanted to take before she died. Though Castle Victrix was a light brown stone and was larger than Kylemore, it's appearance less extravagant, it still took Melanie's breath away. This beauty existed alongside the evil, danger, and vile creatures of this place. Melanie again found a sense of contentment that warmed.Looking to her left, she caught Trevor's eyes and smiled. Huge. What a difference a few short hours made. Trevor set the warm mug down on the conference table after taking a deep drink. Not coffee, but it definitely contained caffeine and had a rich, almost nutty flavor. He sat back in the cushions on the chair, Melanie’s body now wearing a simple but comfortable robe that extended almost to her ankles and a pair of soft leather boots. The clothes he/she had been wearing had been cleaned and were drying in the chamber that the council had set aside for them. He looked over at his own body, at Melanie. She was now comfortable in her seat next to him, wearing a robe similar to his. He smiled at her. The trust that they had developed in a short few hours was comforting. It needed to be. He had to trust the person who was wearing his body.They had kept their guns. Trevor still had the M4 at hand, leaning against the table beside his chair. Melanie had the pistol stuck in a pocket of her robe. She had done it without him telling her to. He had simply nodded in approval.He reflected on what he had seen and felt when he had removed Melanie’s clothing and bathed. Her body was almost painfully frail, the scars and needle marks from her surgeries and chemotherapy a visible testament to the suffering she had endured. Trevor didn’t know if he could have endured that. He had known from what she had told him and what he felt that she had gone through hell. Looking at her slender body on the mirror, seeing the evidence of her trials, he found himself thinking that she was at least as brave as he was. Sitting next to her in his body now, he was actually glad that she had the opportunity for a time to feel what it was to be healthy, strong, and physically fit. She deserved that. He reached over with Melanie’s small hand and placed it softly on hers (his.)Callis and Petra sat on either side of them, a protective symbol of the council’s concern for them. The other council members sat ranged around the table or on benches against the wall. The large chamber was brightly lit with wall sconces and several large candelabras on the table. Trevor wondered idly who had the shitty job of lighting all the candles and replacing them when they burned down. Not his problem, he finally decided. He looked out the large windows at the beautiful surroundings, marred only by the dark gray clouds that seemed to roil as they moved swiftly past.Creager, the lead councilor, stood at the head of the table. He looked around at the other councilors, then began to speak. “I join with all of us to welcome the Keyholders, Melanie Fletcher and Trevor Dean. Hail and be welcome here in Castle Victrix. Anything you desire that is in our power to give, you shall receive.” He paused, as if reflecting on how to proceed. “We understand that our enemy has struck at you, moving your minds to each others’ bodies. We know not how to reverse this, to make you both whole again, but we will spare no effort to find a way. Until then, we will make you as comfortable as we can.”He took a sip from a glass of water, then continued. “I understand that you question the title we have for you. We call you Keyholders, the holders of the Keys of power that alone can save us from the depredations of the Nameless One.” He looked at Trevor. “The necklace you wear.” Then he turned his gaze to Melanie. “The ring on your finger. These are talismans of incredible power, passed to you by those who held them here long ago. Those guardians traveled from our world to yours, to keep the Keys safe and prevent their use by those who would awaken the Enemy.” His eyes dropped to the table in front of him. “Unfortunately, the Nameless One could not be kept asleep, and he is on the verge of victory over us. Only with the power that you hold can we have any hope of survival.”The Fortress of PainEtrozan screamed.He was pinned to the rock wall, metal spikes through his wrists and ankles driven into the stone. His Master smiled at the sound, then nodded to the twisted creature standing in front of Etrozan holding a glowing staff. The creature touched the staff to Etrozan’s side.The scream was louder, followed by an agonized plea. “I beseech thee, my lord,” Etrozan screamed. “The Keyholders have power already. We had thought they were defenseless, unable to use their power. They killed more than half of my hunters in less time than it takes me to tell of it.”The demon considered this. He sat back, motioned the torturer to back away. “So quickly…..” He said. “I had not believed that they could master the Keys so quickly. I must consider this.” He looked at Etrozan, hanging from the wall in agony. “I need to meditate,” He told His minion. “Consider your failings while I do. And consider how you will redeem yourself.” He stalked out of the throne room. Depending on inferiors was so tiring.

Identity Crisis_ The Demon's Pawns (Diamonedsky & shooter6806)

Sliding Down the Rabbit Hole (Top Cat & Luna)

Jamie Harris glanced at her watch for what seemed like the hundredth time, as Professor Morrison droned on about tesseract rays and various quantum particles. It was already half an hour into class, and Sydney hadn't showed up yet. If this was any other subject, the blonde student may not have been surprised or worried. But Quantum Physics was Sydney's favorite subject and it wasn't like Sydney to snub her own father(who happened to be the Professor) unless she had a really good reason.Twenty minutes later, she heard the incoming message beep coming from her cell, and she pulled it out to see if it was from Sydney. Sure enough, it was indeed a text from her best friend, but like was often the case with anything from Sydney, text or otherwise, it was disjointed, highly technical and barely relatable.If men were from Mars and women were from Venus, then surely Sydney was from some other galaxy. But Jamie didn't have much time to ponder what might be happening on 'Planet Sydney' as she sometimes referred jokingly to her friend's rather non-standard thought processes. Right now, she needed to get to lab 104 to make sure that the other girl wasn't about to blow herself up with that tesseract ray. A quick, nervous glance at the Professor and she was out of class and on her way......Only to discover, upon arrival, that she was too late. A large, still smoldering crater dominated the room where most of the lab used to be. Off in one corner, pointed towards the crater, was the tesseract ray on which Sydney had been working since before Jamie had even met her in the 10th grade. It was a large, unwieldy contraption that seemed more suited to a 90's era sci-fi flick than a real science lab, but Sydney had been convinced(and constantly tried to convince, in turn, anyone who would listen) that she could get it to work. Apparently she had finally succeeded.In the opposite corner from the tesseract ray, Jamie noticed a tripod mounted digicam with the record light still blinking. She tucked the recording device into her purse and slowly backed away towards the exit, shaking her head in disbelief. Still in shock, she retired to her dorm to watch what she had every reason to fear might have been the last few moments of her best friend's life.Even on her laptop monitor, Sydney seemed to radiate exuberance as she smiled at the camera. Her long, black hair was clean but in her usual unkempt state, her sapphire blue gaze framed by a pair of thick rimmed glasses. The view swiveled briefly to the tesseract ray then back to Sydney. "I did it! I really did it! I've been working all last night and this morning on the equations, but I knew I was close so I pushed through and now I am going to fire this baby up. I fully expect that the result, in combination with this little cocktail," she held up a styrofoam cup, "will be some kind of physical relocation of the subject... that being me. Ok, bottoms up!" she grinned widely before chugging down the contents of the cup in one long pull, then shudders and made a sour face, giggling at the camera. "Ok so that was pretty nasty... ah the things I do for science!" she tried to sound casual and relaxed, only her sudden fidgeting with her glasses gave any indication to the contrary.But she soldiered on, walking over to a console that was connected to the tesseract ray by a bizarre webbing of power cords and interface cables. She typed on it for a moment before standing back up and walking to the center of the lab. "Ok, the moment of truth. Oh wait... gotta tell Jamie... not sure if the charge will hold long enough but I would like her to see this..." she took out her cell phone and sent a brief text before she pocketed it and held up some kind of remote. "Ah but science waits for no man, or woman... so if it doesn't hold, then she will have to watch it on camera, or wait until I get back from wherever in the world this thing sends me." She took a deep breath and pressed the button, a thin beam shooting from the tip of the ray gun and hitting Sydney square between her smallish breasts which only seemed to tickle as she glanced around expectantly. Then without warning, there was a blinding flash of light and when it subsided, all was as Jamie had found it, with no trace of Sydney to be seen anywhere."Fuck, Sydney, where did you go?" her friend asked, taking out her cell and dialing Sydney's to see if there was any answer. When none came, she was left to wonder just what had happened to her friend... Sydney was depressed. Depressed, and a little drunk and nauseous from that nasty cocktail she'd concocted. The test was a failure. She was in the exact same room she had been, the tesseract displacement gun sitting quietly on its tripod. For a split second, she had thought she'd seen it fire, but it had to have been her imagination. She was still in the same dingy lab, with the same cables snaking all around the lab.She walked over to the laptop to see if she could figure out the problem. She skimmed through several thousand lines of code, reading as fast as the computer could display them, when she spotted an error - a calculation that was wrong. A mathematical problem that she had solved a few days before, and thought she'd fixed. No wonder it hadn't worked.She sighed dejectedly. Of course it wasn't going to work like that. She'd be amazed if it even fired.She checked the fuel rod that she had "borrowed" from the High-Energy Physics department, and found to her dismay that it was utterly depleted. The bad firing had...*URP* Sydney suddenly felt extremely ill, her stomach revolting violently at the insane cocktail she'd crafted to insulate her body from the shock of displacement. She staggered out of the room, to the bathroom, barely noticing the people around her. Her mind was on exactly two things - disappointment at the failure, and being sick in an appropriate place.She made it to a toilet, and emptied her stomach's contents. With one problem down, that left only the failure to dwell on, and she was in no mood to walk into her father's Quantum Physics class with this behind her. She wasn't even sure if she could swipe another sample to try again.She shuffled out toward her car, realizing dimly that she probably shouldn't be driving. The usually familiar faces of the campus students were gone - she didn't recognize a single person as she walked, a sea of strangers, almost like her first day on campus. Definitely a sign that her mind was a little impaired. Despite that, she headed toward her parking spot... to find that her car wasn't there. In her muddled state, she couldn't even remember if she had driven or jogged in this morning...She slowly walked home, the two mile distance changing from refreshing to annoying. All she wanted to do was fall down into bed and sleep for a bit. Her mind kept running loops on the failure, trying to figure out how she had let such a slip-up happen - did she restore the program from a backup at some point, and forget to fix the equation? Did she just forget to actually fix it, having been so smug about solving the math end? She couldn't remember.Nearly 20 minutes later, she turned up the driveway. Sure enough, her car was sitting there, the engine cooling quietly. She took note of the discrepancy, but not consciously - it would nag her later.Key in lock, turn the handle, and in. The house felt strangely unfamiliar, the homey scent subtly off. It smelled... masculine. She shuffled through her house, dropping clothing as she went. Her authentic TRON helmet in the hallway, her Last Starfighter model on the shelf, her signed Sliders poster in the bedroom, the Max Headroom lenticular on her bedstand. Her house, her comforts, her bed.She fell into bed, failing to even notice the warmth of the other body that was already in it. That night, Sydney slept rather fitfully, even in her sleep she was still going over equations and preparations, trying to figure out what she might have done wrong. It didn't make any sense... she had worked so hard and now she might never get another chance. It didn't seem fair, but then again sometimes life just wasn't fair. 'The universe is full of ways to screw you over,' her father used to tell her. But that was one of the reasons she had become so enamored with her tesseract ray. True, there were so many forces in nature that people just didn't understand, but if she could shed light on even one of them, to be able to advance scientific understanding... well that was pretty much her raison d'etre.And now it was hanging so precariously, and she wasn't sure what else she was going to do. She tossed in her sleep, even sobbing a little as tears fell from her cheeks, before she cried herself out and was finally able to sleep a little more deeply. So deeply, in fact, that she remained asleep even when the rays of the sun began to shine through the window, illuminating her pale, nude body as she unconsciously threw off the blanket that had been her only covering. Maybe it was the effects of the tesseract ray, but she was out like a light and would be for at least another hour, no matter what efforts were made to wake her by the man whom she hadn't even noticed the night before. Sidney slept fitfully, troubled by the day's failure. He knew that there had to be a problem with the equations, but he couldn't figure out where. And he had no idea why a failed test run could deplete the energy source like that. It was as though it had worked... but did nothing. Obviously, he needed to run over the numbers again, but without an energy source (and the tightened security on the High Energy Physics lab meant that he was unlikely to be able to swipe another one), he wasn't sure if there was a point to it.His anger and frustration at this turn of events brought tears to his eyes, something he typically fought against. But there was nobody else here, nobody to see him crying... perhaps it was okay, just this once. The crying helped calm his rattled nerves, and he drifted off into a deeper sleep. The morning sun failed to wake him, but it did cause him to kick the covers off. He rolled over, and snuggled against the warm form beside him, a hand unconsciously cupping Sydney's breast. At first, Sydney just murmured some kind of soft encouragement, it felt pretty good to be touched like that, even in her sleep. She was able to incorporate it into her dream, and even though she wasn't at all sexually active, it seemed to make sense at least for a moment that there was someone laying next to her with his hand on her breast. She moaned softly, her nipple getting really stiff as she pressed it against the hand that was fondling her, until the pleasure was enough to finally wake her. Is still took her a moment to realize that she wasn't dreaming anymore... there really was a naked man in her bed!"What the hell!" she exclaimed as she grabbed the blanket he had pushed off and used it to cover herself. She rolled to the edge of the bed still too shocked to actually get up, but she prodded the naked man(who did look strangely familiar) with her foot and threw a pillow at his head. "Wake up! What are you doing in my house? And how did you get past my security system?" she demanded, her heart racing as she glanced around for the quickest way around him should things get really dangerous. Sidney recoiled at the sudden, rude awakening, and rolled off the bed with a thud. "What the hell! Who... What do you mean, YOUR house?" He poked his head up over the edge of the bed, ready to dodge another flung pillow. "This is MY house."Before Sydney could answer, there was a pounding on the front door. "Yo, Sidney!" a voice she didn't recognize called. "You're running late for school, man, and after you stormed out yesterday, I don't think they're gonna let it slide without a doctor's note... unless you get your ass in gear now!" Sydney was actually ready with another pillow when the man's head peeked out. She threw it at him pretty hard, but it was just a pillow, after all. She didn't get any kind of dangerous vibe from him, so she wasn't really of a mind to look for anything more damaging. Still, he had invaded her house, taken off his clothes and crept into bed with her while she had been sleeping, and then he had the nerve to...Wait... HIS house? That made no sense whatsoever. She was about to ask him just who the hell he thought he was when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. A chill crept down her spine as he called her name, but used the word 'man' which confused the hell out of her."I don't know who you are," she called back towards the door, "but go away, I'm kind of busy trying to kick out an intruder." She pouted, tightening her blanket around her slender frame, "and I didn't storm out, anyway! I was... busy... and never showed up." She bit her lip and gazed back at the intruder, "ah fuck, my dad is gonna kill me for that. Not that I should be sharing anything like that with you. The hell do you mean, this is your house?" Sidney raised his voice. "I'm a little busy, Jamie... some crazy chick here thinks this is HER house. I... I'm not sure, but I think I could use the help. Use the spare key under the frog, and let yourself in."He lowered it back to conversational levels. "Seriously, if this is a joke, lady, it's the wrong day for it." Sydney's eyes widened... she didn't know which was creepier- that his best friend also happened to be named Jamie, or that he knew exactly where she kept her spare key. She wondered just what it was that he was going to need help doing... had he come in to her house to rape her or something? That didn't make any sense, though... he had been sleeping with her for at least part of the night, both of them naked.. if he had wanted to take advantage of her, he could have easily done it already. So what did he want? What was going on?Her gaze roaming between the man, the door and her dresser where she hoped to reach at some point to get something more proper with which to cover herself. She glowered at him, "I... I was about to say the same thing. I don't know what the hell you want, but I'm not exactly in the mood for whatever game you and your friend are playing. And how on earth did you know where I keep my spare key?" He sighed, in much the same way she would have. "My name is Sidney Morrison. This is my house, since my mother bought it for me as a birthday present. I'm going to walk over to the dresser over here..." he stood up naked, and did exactly that, "and pull out a pair of my underwear." He pulled out a pair of briefs, waved them like a flag, and put them on."And I have no idea what's going on here, but I'm starting to get a nasty feeling about it." He pulled out a t-shirt - one of Sydney's favorites, but clearly in his own size - and put it on. "Is your mother a Quantum Phsyics professor?" She visibly paled a little bit when he told her his name. Of course, he could just be fucking with her... it was already very apparent that he knew a lot about her... not so much of a stretch to believe that he had discovered her name as well. Yet deep down she was already getting a very different feeling... pieces of the puzzle starting to knit themselves together before she was willing to see it consciously.She threw off the blanket, nudity be damned, and rushed towards him when he went to go rummage in her dresser. "Hey buddy, stay out of that..." but she stopped and just kind of stared at him when he pulled out male briefs. She stood in front of the dresser and moved more of his(?) underwear aside to make sure he hadn't just put a few of his on top to further whatever prank she was still thinking he might be pulling on her. But no, it was all his... everything in that dresser was either male clothing or stuff she thought was hers but, like his t-shirt, was not in her size. She snatched one, anyway, a black t-shirt emblazoned with the Metallica logo, and threw it hastily over her slender figure.She took a step back, shaking her head, trembling as he asked about her mother. She kept shaking her head, almost muttering to herself, "Not my clothes... not my home... not my friend... not my..." then she froze, and the expression of fear and exasperation suddenly turned to one of exuberant elation. Everything made sense!She rushed towards Sidney and hugged him tightly, realizing even then who it was that she was embracing. "Not my world!" she shouted, hugging him even tighter. "I did it! It worked! It fucking worked! This isn't my world!" she started to giggle excitedly before she stepped back and tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths and looking around the room, now seeing very clearly what was hers and what had changed because she was male in this world. Sidney was a little startled by the sudden embrace, but he'd been working through the apparent facts as well. "Maybe...wedid it?"Jamie burst into the bedroom at that point, interrupting any response that Sydney might have made. He was tall, handsome, and dressed better than Sidney obviously did. But then, Sydney's Jamie was also a clothes horse, so that made sense. "Welll, now. Are you still sure you need my help? I wouldn't mind an armful of that..." Sydney tilted her head quixotically when her male counterpart seemed to take partial credit for her success. She was about to open her mouth to ask for some kind of clarification, when the man who must have been this world's Jamie barged in and made his own little observation of the situation.She blushed and took a step away from both of them, "Ummm... its totally not what it looked like. In fact, that would be kind of strange, given the circumstances..." she swallowed nervously and gazed over at Sidney. Not that she would be totally against the idea, now that the thought crossed her mind, even though she chided herself for thinking such thoughts regarding someone who was basically her twin. Or something else, she still needed to think that bit through."And I bet you wouldn't mind," was all she managed to add before biting her lip and becoming silent on the matter. Then her eyes lit up and she turned back to Sidney. "Hey what did you mean, WE did it? It was my experiment that was successful, as evidenced by the fact that I came here and not vice versa. But... does that mean you have been working on the same thing?" Sidney shrugged. "You're working on transdimensional movement, right? If your experiment worked, and mine failed, then why was my energy source depleted?" He poked Sydney's nose, 'scoring a point' on her. "All I can figure is that the parts that I hadn't figured out fully caused me to be a receiver to your transmission. So, in a sense, yes, it'swe.And I can't even begin to figure how we'll get you back, if we need someone as smart as me - us - on both ends, and you're not there any more."Jamie looked back and forth at the two of them. "Woah, wait, what? Is she some sort of Slider, or something? Someone as smart as you, working on the same thing at the same time? Unreal." Sydney bit her lip in thought, wondering if that could really be what had happened. "What, then, would have happened had you not been trying the same thing? Would it have failed? Or would it have worked, anyway, and just sent me to some other random world? Or somewhere on my own world? Or something entirely unimaginable, like maybe I would have just ceased to exist?"She grinned when he poked her nose, "At any rate... Sidney... it seems that it perhaps was a victory for both of us. Whether I have you to thank or to curse seems entirely academic at this point. I am here, and even if we could get me back... god damn it I'm on another world! I'm not even thinking about going back right now. I want to see what is different, besides apparently the gender of at least us, Jamie and our father/mother."She turned to face Jamie, her grin widening a little. "Hehe, a Slider. I like that. And yes, you could say that. Someone as smart as him, working on the same thing, with the same name, who lives in a house just like this one..." she paused and grinned at Sidney, before she turned back to Jamie to see if he finally got what the Sidneys had already deduced several minutes ago. Jamie wasn't as smart as Sidney, but he was still fairly bright. "Wait, you're saying that you'rehim?You live in a world where he's you, and I'm... a girl?" He boggled at the thought. After a moment, he asked, "Am I hot?" with a bit of a grin.Sidney elbowed him in the ribs. "Come on, let's give the little lady some privacy. Um... I know my stuff won't fit you, but there's some shorts in there, and with a belt, you should be able to make do until we can go shopping. For now, I'm late... gotta run."He finished getting dressed, and the two of them took off, leaving Sydney alone in her -his- house. Sydney smiled at Jamie as he figured out what was going on. She nodded, "Exactly so. And erm... I'm sure you would probably think she is hot. I never really thought of her that way..." she blushed slightly, "alright maybe a little..."She cleared her throat and nodded, "Yep you two better get to class. Wouldn't want to keep mom waiting," she giggled softly. Even though her mind was still reeling with all the possibilities, one good thing about being in another world was that she was suddenly without any major responsibilities. Well she still had them in the other world, but she wasn't going back there immediately anyway, and she was sure that whenever she returned, her father would understand once she explained what she had been up to.But for now she just watched the two men run off to class, having to admit to herself that they were indeed pretty cute, themselves... even the other Sidney, which felt weird as hell to contemplate. Was it vanity to feel attracted to one's alternate world double? She shook her head and let out a soft sigh, finding a pair of shorts to put on (she would have to go 'commando' for the time being as- double or no- she was NOT going to put on his underwear) and then she plopped into his bed, which still felt so much like her own except for subtle things like the faint scent of a man instead of that of a woman. She inhaled it and shuddered, getting a little more excited than she had thought she would.She wasn't sure what to do now, though... go exploring this alternate world or wait until she could at least find some better fitting clothing. She wondered just what else might be different, so she did what any self-respecting cross-world explorer would do in her situation- she kicked back on Sidney's bed, reached under her pillow where she(and apparently he as well)alwaysseemed to lose her remote, and switched on the television. As Sydney explored the television options, she found that the entire world was reversed in gender, but not everything was precisely the same. The president was still male - but she could tell by the names and general appearance that the president here was the First Lady in her world, and vice versa. There were plenty of other similar discrepancies - this was still a patriarchal society. But some things weren't much different at all - Judge Joe Brown, the television judge, was Judge Jo Brown (short for Josephine), and the soap operas were almost indistinguishable. And the commercials were equally insipid.* * * * *Sidney and Jamie headed to school. Jamie elbowed Sidney in the ribs, and started giving him a hard time. "So, what are you going to tell your mom? That your theories were right, and you've got a knock-out, female version of yourself to prove it?"Sidney swatted at Jamie. "Leave it alone, J. This is dynamite you're playing with, only it's me that'll get blown up. I'm not sure who would be good to tell yet, but it's a sure thing that Mom won't take it well. And..."He considered. "I don't know if there's any way to prove that she-me is really from another dimension. I mean,I'mconvinced, but I don't think that even you are, yet. And convincing Mom is going to take... a lot of work to prove that it isn't another practical joke."They pushed through the double doors of the college, walking in step like they always did. "Sure, but... I'm sure that there are ways you can prove it. Have your mom give her a pop quiz on your life."Sidney shook his head. "That won't work. Anything that's important enough for Mom to remember it, she'd think I'd coached Syd on it." He considered, as they got closer to Sidney's mother's classroom. "No, let's just keep this under wraps for now. I need to think about it."Jamie grinned. "Okay, but you need to give me first crack at her, then."Sidney gave Jamie a flat look. "Don't you ever think of anything else? Yeah, sure. I'm... not sure whether I even want to find out how good I-she is in bed."She certainly felt comfortable enough,he thought to himself.Like someone I'd been sleeping next to for years.Putting on a good face, they entered the classroom. Sydney paid rapt attention, for a little while anyway, to all the changes that she could discover. It didn't take too long for it to become apparent what the main difference in this world was... or at least one of the main differences. She had no reason one way or another to know if there were any other major differences, but at least none that she could figure out by watching TV. And certainly nothing was gained by rotting her brain on the commercials which were just as inane as they were in her world. In fact, besides the whole world apparently getting a sex change, everything seemed remarkably similar.She lay back and closed her eyes, still listening to the television but her mind was on several tracks at once. On the surface she was sort of paying attention to Oscar Winfrey giving away a "free" car to everyone in his audience, but she had more important things to consider. What would be the ramifications, if any, in a world where all gender was reversed? And perhaps more importantly, she was interested in the things that hadn't changed regardless, such as the fact that the world was still dominated by men. She supposed that some things might just be more ingrained into the human condition, and if physiology hadn't changed (i.e. the women were still smaller and weaker on average) then it made sense than males were still dominant.Of equal concern to Sydney was the status of her double in this world. He seemed to be like her in so many ways, yet being male had changed him in considerable ways as well. And Jamie seemed, from her limited time with him, to be even more typically male in his personality. Then again, her Jamie was more of a typical female, so that did make sense. And then there was the problem of how she would eventually get home. She still wasn't in too much of a hurry, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt to start thinking about it.The wayward slider climbed out of bed to sit at her... or rather Sidney's... desk and turned on his computer. Even their password was the same! It was the word 'tesseract' rearranged in some simple cryptograph she had developed when she was younger, something she could easily remember. She started to work on modifying some of her calculations to make the tesseract displacement ray work on less power. It would take some doing, but she thought she could make it work with some time to work out the kinks. She got so absorbed into her calculations that she didn't realize how hungry and weak she was getting, perhaps still affected from her cross-world jaunt. Finally the fatigue overwhelmed her and she fell asleep right there at Sidney's computer, her head turned to the side and resting lightly on his keyboard. The energy from the experiment hadn't been used up in the jump at all. In fact, only a very small fraction of it had been. The rest of it was resting in Sydney, coiling through her system, hiding among her cells. And it was subtly shifting over time... given a day or two, and it'd twist her across another dimensional boundary, regardless of her desires on the matter.Sidney and Jamie returned from college, bickering lightly as they typically did. This time, however, the topic of discussion was Sid's new visitor. "You think she's still there, bud?" asked Jamie. "I've got twenty bucks that says she's gone, and so are some of your electronics."Sidney grumbled at him, "That's not possible. I wouldn't do that, ergo she wouldn't." After a moment, he added, "You're on."He opened the door, and surveyed the living room. "Everything's still here..." he walked through the house, into the bedroom. "She's right here." He rubbed a hand across Sydney's back. "Syd, wake up." Sydney's eyes fluttered open, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she blinked up at the two young men. She didn't seem to mind the touch of her male counterpart, in fact she found it quite welcome, even soothing. "Did I...? Oh crap I must have dozed," she sat back and yawned, stretching her arms above her head, which also inadvertently caused her shirt to raise a little and expose her slender midriff for a moment.But she continued blithely, as oblivious to the exposure of her skin as she was to the energies that even then were building up inside of her, "I was trying to figure out the exact ratio of energy input that would be absolutely required to fire up the tesseract ray, in case we couldn't get another crystal from the Earth Sciences lab. I don't know about this world, but in my world they are pretty hard to come by, and it took some major doing to get even one. Another might not be possible if its the same here. Of course, I would love you forever if you told me I was wasting my time and that they are plentiful here, or that you managed to get one AND still haven't discharged it yet..." she looked up at him with wide puppy eyes, hoping for the latter but trying to steel herself for the former. Sidney shook his head. "I couldn't even set foot in there. They're still on high alert after the last sample went missing. Some idiot's making accusations about selling fissionable material to the Commies. He doesn't even know whatfissionablemeans, and his ethnic slurs are a couple of generations out of date."He stuck out his hand toward Jamie. "Pay me."Jamie scowled, pulled out his wallet, and slapped a $20 in his hand. "Choke on it."Sidney laughed. "It's not my fault thatyouchallengedmeto something when I had insider information." He nudged Sydney. "Isn't that right, Sexier-Me?" Sydney's eyes widened when Sid mentioned Commies, until he added the bit about it being out of date. She supposed there could be worlds out there where the U.S. was still at cold war with the U.S.S.R., but this apparently wasn't such a world. "That is truly a bummer," Syd replied, her posture sagging a little in disappointment. She seemed to bounce back pretty quickly though. "To be honest, I'm not in a super hurry to go back, anyway. I mean... I'm in an alternate world! Just that... well... it sure would make me feel a little better to know that I will be able to go back when I'm ready to do so.""Eh well... I'm sure I'll... or we'll?... figure it out sooner or later. I got here so I already know its possible to cross worlds, and that's really kind of the hard part already. Much easier to go balls to the wall, so to speak, if I know I'm not just chasing Schrodinger's Cat."She paused and then glared up between the two of them, her ire mostly focused on Jamie. She nodded to Sidney, "Absolutely, Manlier-Me." Then she turned back to Jamie, "what, did you think I was some bimbo pretending to be an alternate Sidney... for what, exactly? I don't know what else I need to do in order to prove I'm telling the truth. And it's important to me that you do believe me, after all you are my best friend on my world. Well... you are his best friend here, and not mine, but... still it matters."She chewed on her lip in thought for a moment, fiddling with her glasses, trying to think of something that she knew about the Jamie on her world, that might have an analog on this one, preferably something he might not have told Sidney. Then she beamed a wide grin at him and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Did you go to a church lock-in a few days after we first met, and on the night of your sixteenth birthday, lose your virginity to one of the volunteer assistants?" Jamie's eyes widened at the whispered secret. "How did youknowthat? Even Sid..."His eyes narrowed. "Youknewabout me and Donna, Sid? Why the fuck didn't you ever say anything?"Sidney shrugged. "You were strutting around, it didn't seem like a good idea to inflate your ego even more, especially when she didn't want it spread around. You had a hard time keeping that secret, and I had a hard time playing dumb. It was better off that way. If Donna found out thatIknew, she'd have assumed that you told me, and that would have torpedoed what you had going then."Jamie nodded slowly. "Okay, yeah, I can buy that." He turned back to Sydney, and whispered in her ear, "And it's totallyhotthat you know about that." His left hand covertly squeezed her right breast, where Sidney couldn't see it.He stepped back a pace. "Okay, between the knowing that she'd still be here, and that blast from the past, you've got me on board. What do you need me to do?"Sidney shrugged. "Right now, nothing. But... maybe... you could be useful for getting another radioactive core sample from the high energy lab..." His eyes were distant, running calculations and probabilities. Sydney giggled, "I never told her I knew, either. Although in my world, with Don being a man, he could have gotten in serious trouble and I didn't want Jamie to worry that anyone else knew."She closed her eyes briefly when the Jamie of this world copped a feel... she took in a deep breath and tried not to look so affected by it. She turned to face him, glaring at him, her expression a mix of arousal and anxiety. Then she cleared her throat and sat on the bed, where he wouldn't be able to get to her so easily, or at least be able to do anything out of Sidney's view."Mhmm..." she agreed as she swung her legs off the edge of Sidney's bed. "I'd like to at least try to get another one at some point. But we might not need it if I can clear my head enough to work more on the calculations." She glanced up at the two men, "I have to admit that I feel... restless..." indeed she held up her hand and it was trembling a little. "I don't know... I'm worried it could be a side effect of exposing myself to the tesseract ray. Not that I'm sorry I did it, no matter what happens," she added with a grin. Then the hand she was still holding up tightened into a fist, and she closed her eyes as she felt a soft warmth deep in her belly. The heat seemed to spread throughout her body, which she seemed to feel the most acutely in her breasts and her groin. She bit her lip, "Ooohh... fuck... what is..." whatever was happening to her was starting to seriously arouse her, and she wondered how obvious it would be to her double and his friend. Both men noticed, and had a pretty good idea what was going on. Jamie's smile broadened, and he took advantage of an old game they played. "Sydney, think fast. What do you suck?"At the same time Sydney answered, Sid answered, "Lemons." In Sydney's aroused state, however, her mind might choose a different word... Sydney could barely concentrate over whatever it was that was happening to her body. The heat continued to spread, slowly but steadily, and she was actually starting to feel wet between her legs. It was all she could do not to start touching herself already, but when Jamie asked his question, there was only one thing on her mind."Cock..." she answered off the top of her head, then she almost immediately realized what she had said and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Ooohh damn it... why did you have to..." she wasn't stupid, even in her increasingly desperate state, she knew exactly why he had asked, they could tell that something was happening to her. "Aahhh..." she took a deep breath trying to calm herself but it was to no avail... "looks like the cat is out of the bag. So..." she swallowed nervously but she was starting to feel pretty desperate, "either of you boys have the balls to give it to me?" for a moment she wasn't even considering that fact that one of them was basically a different version of herself, and how weird that might be. Sidney scowled. "That was a pretty dirty..." he stopped, as Sydney practically begged for it.Jamie waggled his eyebrows at Sidney, then moved over to Sidney. He stripped off her shirt smoothly, expecting no resistance, and pushed her shoulders down onto the bed. "I can recognize a horny little nympho when I see one..." He bent down, and started sucking on her nipples.Sidney reluctantly went with the flow. "Dammit, Jamie. She's practically me... that means that if anyone has a right to play with that body, it's me." He was half-joking.He knelt down between her spread legs, and tentatively tested the waters with one finger. Sydney shook her head, but didn't make any move to stop Jamie as he lay her down on the bed and removed her shirt. "I'm not normally... like this..." she protested lightly, and they could see that her nipples were already getting fairly stiff as the strange energy pulsed through her body. "Mmm..." she moaned softly as she felt the warmth and wetness of Jamie's mouth on one of her nipples.She took a deep breath, gazing up at Sidney, trying desperately to hold on to some sense of composure. "I think... it must be from the slide..." she chuckled, trying to take her mind off the pleasure for at least a moment. "I guess that's what I might as well call it, ri....?" but she was cut off mid-sentence as Sidney's finger came into contact with the delicate flower between her legs. There was a soft spark of electricity, and Sydney's whole body tightened, the girl gritting her teeth as sweat poured off her slender frame. She almost came right there, taking shallow, ragged breaths as she fought for what little control she had left over herself, somehow managing to calm herself down just a little as she gazed up at her male double. "Wha...?" Sidney's eyes were dilated, and he was starting to hyperventilate. "I felt that too..." He stripped his pants off in a swift motion, exposing his erect shaft. She'd already seen it once before, but he was limp then. Now, he stood tall and strong. That is, until he thrust into her, without any preamble to speak of.Jamie stopped sucking her nipples, and took his pants off, one leg at a time. "Hey, Syd... what do you suck?" he teased again, his cock within a tongue's reach. He started teasing her nipples with his hand, waiting for her to answer nonverbally.Sid gripped Sydney's raised knees, and started riding her, hard and fast. Sydney could only mewl softly as she felt her male double push his way inside of her. She was already quite aroused so he slipped in easily enough, and the more of him she felt, the more she felt like she needed him. They were, as one might expect, a perfect fit for each other. Several more arcs of electricity seemed to jump between them, causing Sydney's slender frame to arch from the intense stimulation. She threw back her head and cried out, her sex clenching around him, drawing him deeper inside of her.Her nipples became rigid as Jamie played with her there, and it didn't take much coaxing for her to reach out and stroke his cock. She grabbed him by the base and practically shoved him inside her mouth, her gaze flicking between both of her sudden lovers as she alternated between pushing herself against Sid's large presence inside of her, and sliding her lips down Jamie's long, hard arousal. Sidney manipulated Sydney's legs, turning her on her side so that she could attend to Jamie a little more directly, and then resumed piledriving her pussy. He seemed to be half-gone with lust, growling softly as he rammed her fiercely.Jamie teased Sydney's hair as she sucked him. "I don't think I've ever seen Sid that worked up before." He paused. "Then again, I don't think he knew that I'd spied on him banging Marjorie and Christine, either." Sydney was just about as far gone into the throes of pleasure as was her male counterpart. She started to grunt and moan around Jamie's cock, and she was practically putty in Sid's hands, easily being moved into the position he wanted. She lifted one knee and drew her leg up farther so he could get deeper inside of her, she wanted to feel as much of his hard arousal as she possibly could, wanting to give both of the men as much pleasure as Sid was giving to her.She slit her eyes in contentment as Jamie stroked her hair, and it wasn't too long before she had her first orgasm. It wouldn't be the last, by far, though. She sucked even harder on Jamie, her whole body shuddering as her orgasm flowed out and coated Sid's manhood, making her warm tunnel even slicker and easier to penetrate. The room began to fill with the scent of feminine arousal, combined with the heady aroma of their exertion as she felt another climax not too far away and worked hard with her mouth and sex to bring the men closer as well. That feeling of energy also seemed to be spreading again, igniting every nerve and making her whole body even more sensitive, every little touch causing her sex to clench tighter around her double's manhood. It didn't take much more coaxing for Jamie to come, quite explosively.Sid didn't notice, or didn't care, as he kept riding Sydney, one arm wrapped around her vertical leg, the other gripping her hip. It was only a few seconds after Jamie came, that Sid did too. Sid, however, didn't stop thrusting. The energy that kept Sydney aroused was keeping him hard, and keeping his energy from dropping. He almost didn't notice that he had come, but some biological imperatives rule over everything else - when he came, he thrust deep, and stopped thrusting for several seconds before resuming his rough pace.Jamie pulled away, drained, but Sid kept going. Once he noticed that Jamie was done, he turned Sydney face-down, for edge-of-bed doggie style to drive toward another orgasm for himself... and who knew how many more for her? Sydney swallowed all she could of Jamie's powerful orgasm, milking his cock with constant pressure from her lips and tongue. When she couldn't swallow any more she withdrew her mouth and the rest of his climax sprayed all over her face, hair and breasts. But she didn't care about that at all, so focused was she on the pleasure that her double was giving her.Her sex clenched down hard when she felt him thrust deep and stay there for a moment, she wiggled around him as he deposited his seed deep in her belly. She was all too eager to keep going though, as she was already losing track of how many times she had climaxed. It seemed to be one after the other, tiny explosions cascading through her slender, sweaty body one after another. She gripped handfuls of his bed sheet as she pushed back against him, "More... oh gods more..." she cried out, wondering in the back of her mind if this was some kind transgression against physics to be fucking your alternate world double like that, but right now it felt too good to really matter. Sidney's mind was a haze of sex. He knew distantly that the woman he was riding was some alternate version of himself, but that was unimportant to the important task of pleasing her... and himself. He didn't think that it was at all odd that he was thinking of her first; that was always how Sidney worked. His personal motto, in that regard, wasIf she's happy, she'll make me happy.And he knew, somehow, what he needed to do to drive Sydney crazy. He leaned forward, grabbed Sydney's wrists, and pulled them back behind her. Not in an angle to cause her pain... just to give an edge of restraint to an otherwise hot situation. Sydney mewled softly as she felt her arms being pulled up behind her. She loved a bit of dominance in her partners, and sometimes more than just a bit. She put up just enough resistance to make him have to work just a little to restrain her, but even as she was struggling, he could feel her clenching at him and grinding against him in a small circular motion as she practically came yet again. She lay her head on the bed sheet, turning to the side as she took shallow, ragged breaths, her dark hair already matted with perspiration as it spread out around her. She kept putting up a token struggle, but never enough to really try to break free, and she was clearly getting excited instead of bothered by it. Sidney was nearing his limit. He'd come once, and was still riding hard. He had never come twice in succession before - hell, he had a hard time maintaining an erection after one, normally - but even with the energies that were sustaining both of them now, he knew he was getting pretty close to being done.Jamie sat nearby, wondering how long they could keep at it. He checked his watch - 20 minutes, already. He'd had sex sessions last longer, but that was only because of lots of foreplay and, well, play. He'd never thought of actually fucking that long without a break, and wasn't sure if he everwantedto. But it seemed rude to just get up and walk out now, even if he didn't know how much longer they could keep going. It was almost hypnotic, in a way. Sydney, as well, was reaching her own point of exhaustion. She had never been able to go for this long, either, but it felt incredible. She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, her body positively glistening with sweat as she held her male counterpart close to her, throwing her head back and crying out as she came one last time, before finally collapsing on the bed. She lay there gazing up at him, her chest heaving as she took some time to catch her breath. The energy that was buzzing inside of her hadn't really dissipated, even if she was physically spent for the moment.

Sliding Down the Rabbit Hole (Top Cat & Luna)

Come Back A Star! (Beatrice Black and ReijiTabibito) (TG)

Come Back A Star!( much would you change for a chance at stardom?A record executive finds a way to create the ultimate manufactured pop star.He just needs someone who can sing, who's professional enough to take it seriously and put their life on hold for a six-month contract, and willing to become her...By Beatrice Black and ReijiTabibitoContent:male to female gender transformation, male-transfemale romance and humor, science fiction in a modern setting ( Baker paced the waiting room, checking the clock on the wall. Someone at this company had liked his demo, though it had taken them four months to say so, and now he was waiting again.He was used to it by now. Playing acoustic sets in between session work, usually guitar rather than even backing vocals. He was getting by, though the one-room apartment on Venice Beach wasn't exactly the Ritz. He'd be thirty in a matter of months, and his promise to himself to make it by then was looking more and more like a threat...But still, here he was, because someone here thought he had potential... Adam Miller was heading down the hall to where Baker was ensconced, rehearsing his speech to him. It was a crazy shot, but the company had heard Baker's work more than a dozen times already. He was good, he knew the craft...but there was simply no room for another 30something type that played an acoustic. However, there WAS an alternate option. Adam entered, the picture of calm on the outside."Mr. Baker. I'm Adam Miller. Thanks for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice." John stopped pacing mid-step as he heard someone coming, and nipped over to the couch to look like he was standing up from it."No worries," he said, shaking Adam's hand. He gauged the guy's age, not far from his own, so probably not all that high up the corporate ladder. That would explain why he was calling him in for a meeting. "So, uh, what's the situation? Do you need a session guy for something today?" Maybe tonight, it could be a live gig, that would be better for his rep than being a name in the credits block of a CD. Or maybe somebody had sampled one of his tracks and now they needed to get him to retroactively agree for a small cut... "No, what I have in mind is something a bit more involved then just needing an extra player for today," Miller told them. "In fact, I'm going to be up front on this. We've heard your work a dozen times. You're good. Quite good, better than the average pop princess that comes across my desk." He paused. "But, my superiors aren't interested in marketing a good singer. They want cute. They want sellable. They want that pop princess..." John started to nod along, murmured "thank you" as Adam complimented his work, and nodded again as he mentioned teenybopper stars, much less clear where this was going."You've found one you want me to write for?" That seemed possible - every album needed a ballad in with the bouncy pop songs, and though they were usually about how horrible boys were he could at least sketch out a tune... Close, very close. Adam didn't want to spring the truth on them yet, so he eased in, tried to get him thinking in a certain direction. "What if I told you I could do more than that? Put you in charge of her training, her performances, damn near everything? The problem with most pop girls these days is they have no focus. They get their first real taste of fame and it warps them. Like, I'm sure you remembered what happened to Eliza Davis, right?"Davis. Excellent singer, good material, the crowd loved her, she looked like she was the next megastar. But then, not even nine months into her second contract... John nodded, knowing exactly what Adam meant. It had been quite a dustup..."So a mentor thing?" He tried to look open to the idea, not to grimace at the idea of being a mentor before he turned thirty. He could do it, certainly, if the girl was willing to listen to him. "Like A Star Is Born only hopefully without the throwing things and drowning?" he added with a slight, nervous chuckle. "A bit more control than that. You'll have an active hand in shaping her, making her into the next name in music." Miller was just leaving out an important distinction - Baker was going to BECOME that girl. He had the talent, he had the temperament. What he didn't have was the body...and he could fix that. "Okay, that sounds... like you're trusting me with a lot here," John observed. "Sounds like a great opportunity but, well, why's she gonna listen to me?"He was already imagining all the ways it could go wrong - trips to rehab, head-shaving in front of paparazzi, or even a concept album. "Before I go any further, I need your guarantee that what I say will not go beyond this room." Miller was technically doing an end run around his bosses, but if it all worked out, his indiscretion could be forgiven. "At least, not until the project is a success." "Sure." John nodded. "I can sign an NDA if you'd like." He'd done that before for session work, for bands that weren't major stars. This was obviously bigger than that, like if this worked the press would want interviews, but it was still working behind the scenes to make someone else sound good, right? "Agreed. You'll do it before you leave this room." Miller opened his case. "The reason I can say that you will have absolute control over this girl...is becauseyouwill be the girl." He waited to see how well Baker responded to the notion. John hesitated for a moment, blinking at Miller in confusion."Uh...What?"He blinked again, maybe hoping that reality would snap back into place as he did, and then looked around the room, up in the corners of the ceiling. He was half expecting to see hidden cameras, like this was a prank.No hidden cameras.He looked back to Miller. "You want me to pretend to be agirl." "In a sense, yes..." He replied, then paused. "I happen to know of an experimental technology. A technology which has an absolute success rate with a minimal-fractional chance of something going wrong. A technology that can turn men into women, and vice versa. I want to use it on you...and then pass you off as the real deal. You won't have to pretend you are a woman, because you will BE a woman." Well, maybe that air quality monitor had a hidden camera in it."Okay, uh, taking your word on this, you wanna turn me into a girl so I can sell more records. For... how long?" "The initial contract will be for six months. Standard procedure for our company now, after the...spectacular burnouts of some of our stars soon after they sign. If you don't want to stay, then we can reverse the procedure after that, and I'm sure I can get you credit for something and a fuller time job here," Miller explained. "Kind of a big 'if' there," John said with a slight, nervous laugh.He looked over the paperwork... the clause about 'control of image rights' seemed to be where the description of what Miller was asking had been hidden. If thiswasa joke, it was a weird one, and Miller could really play it straight. It seemed like he was casually negotiating something as normal as which order to release the singles off an album."Okay, so, how does this thing work? I'm hoping not 'brain transplant'." "Pharmaceuticals. You'll need to take them to make the change, and I think there's a maintenance dosage after that, but it shouldn't be prohibitive after you make the full transition." Miller explained. "I'm not a scientist, but they did explain that to me. I can introduce you to the people who worked on this, if you want." "Okay, that sounds... well, it sounds like a crock, but it doesn't involve surgery, so..." John shrugged awkwardly. "So I'm gambling on some experimental drug thing, and you're gonna make me a star. Guess there's just one more question..."He looked at the contract, the front fee and percentages, as well as the liability in case of something went wrong. There were a lot of digits."Okay, I guess... how long till I get the shot? Or pills or whatever?" "If we wanted, we could start today. Once you sign the contract and all that stuff...however, I am willing to recognize that just dropping everything you've been doing might be a bit speedy...I can get you forty-eight hours, if you want to enjoy being a man before you go under for the next half year," Miller supplied. John grimaced at the thought. "That would help, I guess." If he was really being offered this because hewasn'timpulsive, better not suggest jumping right in. Not that he had much to do, really. Put his stuff into storage and let his landlord know he was going on the road, and... that was about it, really."I can be ready in twenty-four. Gives them time to cook it up. They don't need, I dunno, DNA swabs or something?" "Okay. I'll give you the address of the place you need to go...as for DNA, I'm not sure. You can ask when you call them." Truth be told, there wasn't a lot that Miller knew about the procedure, other than that it existed and worked with no major side-effects. He checked the clock, it was into the afternoon by this point. "You've got until the close of business day after tomorrow to show up. You don't, I tear up this contract and we never talked." "I'll probably need to sign a new one anyway," John noted as he took the card for a clinic up in the Hollywood Hills. "Since I put 'John' in the signature." He laughed, a little nervously, as he put it in his pocket. "So I'll see you there? About four tomorrow."He was in no rush to do this, but waiting for it wasn't going to help either. "About four tomorrow," Miller replied, nodding his head. That would be plenty of time. This had to work. If it did, it would ensure that Miller and Baker were in the money for the rest of their lives. If not...well, Miller had convinced one artist to do it, he would always find more. John nodded and stepped out, still looking for a prank show host to burst out... getting a little more worried the further he got from the meeting and the more he could think about what he'd just agreed to."At least it isn't the crossroad at midnight," he muttered to himself as he stepped onto the street, feeling a shiver that wasn't just from the air conditioning unit over the lobby door.Getting a cab home, he looked around his small apartment. Everything in here would fit in a storage unit. Twice. Time to start packing... Just over twenty-four hours. That was how long John had to get everything in there, and let his landlord know he was 'hitting the road.' And he would be, to a certain extent...just, not as himself. Miller, on the other hand, called the clinic after leaving the office in his car, telling the people on that end that they would have another subject...and possibly their highest profile success, though they could never say so. John barely slept, and got up early to take everything to the storage place. It was almost as expensive as the apartment apart from the cost of water. So he used plenty of that for a shower once he was done. All he left out was one outfit and his acoustic guitar. Sitting on the windowsill, he tuned it, and then played Lola by the Kinks, before putting it in its bag, slinging it over his shoulder and picking up the bag containing that change of clothes. Leaving his key, he headed out to get a cab out of the city to the clinic. Better be on time... "To be early is to be on time." The words of John's first real music mentor - perhaps the one who had encouraged his dream more than anything else - came back to him. As he arrived at the clinic, he would see Miller standing out front, probably hot in that suit of his, but there was simply no way that he would miss this opportunity because he'd failed at a single juncture. Absolutely no way. He looked relieved when he saw John walking up to the clinic's entrance. "Guess I'm gonna need a locker," John said, holding up his bag and gesturing to the clothes on his back. "Might keep the guitar out... if it fits the image, I guess."Heading inside into the cool of the clinic, he looked around. He was expecting it to either totally anonymous or like the hospital deck on a sci-fi starship... Strangely enough, it looked like the standard waiting room of a medical office. Though that there were more than a couple of lab-coated individuals moving behind the large reception desk seemed ever so slightly out of place. "Guitar's fine, probably. Though you may want to watch your hands," Miller replied as he was ushered inside. "We can get you a locker." He glanced at his hands, aware of the calluses he'd developed over the years playing. Would those go too? Would he have to go back to using a pick? Or... this seemed like a dumb thing to be worrying about, surely this wasn't really going to work...Heading inside, he kept glancing around, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. More hoping than expecting at this point. A woman in one of those aforementioned coats approached them. "Is this the client?" Miller nodded. "He is. John? Meet Doctor Dellal. She's the one who helped invent the process...and an associate of mine.""After a fashion," Dellal clarified. "Mr. Miller and I have history going back a few years, before this clinic opened." John offered to shake hands... silently wondering whatthatmeant. His thoughts flicked back to this being a joke... just maybe not on him, he was just the fall guy."So, um... how does this work?"He was proud of himself for including the 'how'. Dellal shook his hand, and brought them back to a private conference room. "Our process involves a base modicum of genetic engineering. I will assume you are not totally scientifically illiterate and tell you that our procedure involves altering your Y chromosome to a second X chromosome, which will rebuild your body." John nodded. He got that much from high school biology, at least. "And how long is it gonna take?" Presumably faster than the seven years it would normally take for all of a body's cells to be replaced naturally. "In approximately seven hours. We will, of course, medically incapacitate you while the procedure takes effect," Dellal replied. "There is another matter. Our process requires maintenance. You and Mr. Miller here will be given a set of bags filled with the necessary pharmaceuticals. Once a month, you will be required to replenish them in your body overnight via intravenous injection." John nodded... not wanting to know what would happen if he missed a dose. Still, it was a good sign that he would indeed be able to go back to being himself once this was all over... assuming it happened at all. He'd taken a few pictures of himself that morning just in case, checked his weight - and height as well.He glanced down at the doctor's file, including a computer model of what he might look like. Apparently Miller wanted him young, petite... and blonde."Alright then." He took a deep breath. "Let's... do this."And wait for the prank TV host... no, nothing. "Mr. Baker? Is something the matter?" Doctor Dellal asked when there was the pause after his agreement. She had a phone out of one pocket, and was beginning to dial something - he could see the keypad on the screen from the angle of the phone relative to him.(Miller had designed the girl John was becoming. He wanted someone that would drop the executive's jaws with her looks as well as her voice.) John shook his head, hoping to seem casual. "Just cold feet." He settled his breathing and followed, having a hard time imagining this working at all, let alone turning him into... that.And what was she dialing? There was just a number on the screen, no idea what it actually called. It was at least in this area code. "I understand. It can be quite the undertaking, doing something like this. Is there anything you would wish for, before we begin the change?" "Ah, um..." John started, glancing over at Miller, not knowing what he'd already specified. "Uh, fit, healthy... doesn't get much PMS?" he cringed as he suggested that, at the thought of that being something he might need to ask, something that was going to matter to him. Part of him was still hoping this was a prank, and that line was sure to get a laugh if it was. "I had meant that for a different matter...if you wished to speak to someone, or have food ordered out, or the like...but, I can see about attempting to arrange that, though I can't guarantee about the lattermost." This did not sound like a prank. It sounded less and less like one with each passing minute. "Oh."John followed, mouthing to himself 'think of the money...'They were heading further inside, and he glanced ahead to see where they were going... and how weird it looked. As of right now, it didn't actually lookthatweird. Maybe a few more closed doors than in your standard medical clinic, but that was about it. At the end of a hall, Dellal opened a door. "Please step inside."Inside was what looked like a pod -nowit was getting science fiction. John's suspicions swung back towards 'prank', albeit an elaborate and so far not very funny one. It would probably edit together as a decent three-minute skit...Taking a calming breath, like he did before stepping on stage, he went in. Dellal stepped inside behind him. "Mr. Miller, you will have your star the day after tomorrow. And not before." She closed the door in his face, and turned to John. "Please remove your clothes." Going over to the pod, she pressed a couple of buttons on it, causing it to open. It looked like a chair on the space shuttle, almost. He suppressed a smile as Miller was shut out."All of them?" he asked as the doctor directed him to take his clothes off. "Okay, how does this really work?" "Yes, but I will answer your question first." She beckoned him over to the pod. "See here?" John would be able to see her point out a needle, just above the right arm rest - and then on the opposite side. "Attached to those needles are the bags of intravenous pharmaceuticals that will be used to change your body. The pod is used to help protect the body of the patient as it changes, and assist us in incapacitating you while the change occurs." Seeing the needles, he grimaced, suppressing a shiver. This was all feeling a little too real. "This is... This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" "Yes," Dellal confirmed. "But you will be out for most of the changes. What pain you feel will not be that much more of a patient who gets jabbed with a few needles." "Okay, well... any time you want to show how the trick works, great..."Off her this-is-no-joke expression, he sighed deeply and took off his jacket, putting it in a storage box before sitting to take off his boots, then his socks, then he undid his belt and dropped his jeans, then stood to lift up his T-shirt, before pausing at his boxers, looking for somewhere to take them off in privacy or something to replace them with while he was in the pod. "Use this," Dellal passed him a hospital gown. "You will probably want something to preserve your modesty when you come out, anyways." She would wait until he climbed into the pod, and then slowly insert the needles into both his arms before securing them with medical tape. "We'll put you out, first, before we start the injection." Dellal would then close the pod, leaving John in darkness. "Thanks," he muttered, taking the thin surgical gown and putting it on before dropping his boxers. He had left his driver's licence in the storage place, as well as taking out some cash and cancelling his credit card, telling the company that he was going out of the country. He'd also made a will, just in case.He lowered himself into the pod backwards, awkwardly, pulling the robe shut under his ass. He made a fist with each hand to make the veins stand out, and let the doc put in the needles."Alright then."He sat back in the dark, feeling his arms go numb.Any time the prank show crew wanted to jump out, that'd be great... The chair started - well, it obviously wasn't moving, but it was simulating motion to try and help John feel relaxed and fall asleep. The waves of the chair going down his body from his neck to his feet actually felt quite good. Still no prank show crew to be seen in the slightest. Was it not possible, not even in the tiniest sense, that this was for real? Or would John only believe that when he looked in the mirror and saw the next pop princess? Even then, mirror tricks had been a thing since before silent movies. He'd believe when he felt it...When he...His whole body was warm and sluggish now, and he could feel something else happening too. Something running through his system. They were really doing something to him!"Oh sh..."He slumped back in the soft restraint of the pod. John would be out for the next approximate seven hours, even as the drugs did their work on him. He would come to only when the last few changes - more cosmetic than anything else at this point - were nearing completion. Maybe it was just his imagination, but things seemed...sharper. Lighter. Differently weighed. Perhaps justdifferent.The hum he'd heard in the pod slowly wound down to nothing, and then a crack of light appeared in front of him. Everything felt numb and warm from the painkillers, but he could still feel his scalp itch, something light weighing on his shoulders, and a strange pressure on his chest... and a gap between his legs."No way..." he whimpered, and started to lift his hands - when the pod opened, and he couldn't help but look down."Oh fu-" he whined, then stopped as he heard his voice. It was high and soft, and... sounded like the body he was looking down at looked!The first thing he saw was his chest, sticking out. Way out!At the edges of his vision he could see something golden-yellow - hair? Blonde hair?!Feeling his heart thump, the numbness started to withdraw with a tingle all over, and he raised his hands.But those weren't his hands.They were so small, and tan, and the nails were so long.He reached up to touch the hair, and felt motion on his scalp. It was coming out of his head!"You weren't kidding...?!" he squeaked. "Welcome back, Mr. Baker. And no, of course not. Mr. Miller and I were quite serious when we described this to you." Dellal. "What, did you expect some television host to jump out from behind a corner and say the equivalent of 'you just got punked?'" The doctor was standing there, and there was another woman. "This is Ms. Frisk. She'll be helping you acclimate to your new body, as well as the necessities to carry out your new persona for the six months Mr. Miller promised us." "I'm a..." He glimpsed his reflection in the inside of the pod door. Just a quick glance, but he could see long blonde hair in disarray... and a chest pushed much further out."I'm a girl!"He gasped at his high voice, then blinked to focus on Dr. Dellal and the woman with her.Calling him "Mr. Baker" after all this seemed downright surreal. And he laughed nervously as the doctor asked if he was expecting a prank. "Honestly... that would be a lot more likely."He noticed the ease with which they helped him out of the restraints and stood him up. He swayed and looked up at them - he was shorter than either of them, by several inches. He was tiny!"Six months. Yeah. Okay. I can do this. I said I could do this... sure... Can I get something to eat so I can throw up?" "Certainly. Where would you like us to call?" There was no sense of irony or humor about it, the Doctor was being completely serious. "As for your name? We agreed that until you selected a name, we would continue to address you as your former self. Oh, and Mr. Miller wants to speak with you, but we told him we are under no obligations to do that unless you, the patient, wish to." His stomach knotted at the serious offer of food. "Okay, really, just some water, or ice chips or something." He let them guide him to a chair - he could feel the extra 'padding' under him as he sat. "And... I guess I should talk to him sooner or later. He's probably picked a name, too." He took a sip of the offered water, feeling his lips were a little foo soft. "Guess it's now, or wait till I'm all..." he gestured vaguely at his transformed body... "... ready?" Dellal snapped her fingers and an assistant ducked out to grab them. "Mr. Baker. You may be Miller's superstar. But right now, you aremypatient, and if you do not wish to see him, I will insist that you not be seen untilyouare ready for him. I will say that if you wish to wait, we do have a few days' worth of work to do to help you acclimate. You would likely not be seeing Mr. Miller until Friday." "I appreciate that, doc." He sat back and started to put his arm over the back of the chair - but it didn't go quite far enough and his hand just dangled there, so he moved it back down to the armrest. "But I guess I should rip the band-aid off sooner rather than later. Once I'm... walking, and have clothes on and stuff."Truthfully, he would be happy if nobody saw him like this... including himself, he was in no rush to look in a mirror and see the full effect. But the sooner he was on the clock, the sooner the six months would be up and he could... undo this. "Of course. We will get you clothes and ensure that you are ambulatory before Mr. Miller is allowed to see you." The assistant came back with water and some ice chips in the cup, offering it to John. "Go ahead and drink, we will go ahead and let you clean off before we move to clothing." "I appreciate that too," he said with what he'd intended as a low chuckle... but sounded more of a giggle.He gulped down the water, chewed on an ice chip... even his teeth felt different.He brushed away some hair, and felt something on his ear. No,inhis ear. A stud in the earlobe. And another on the other side."Oh, ah, okay, ears pierced... probably better than being awake for that..."He drained the cup and set it down."So, uh, quick shower or one of those long luxurious baths girls seem to like?" "You may decide that," Dellal told him. "We wish for your transition to be as seamless as possible, so we are willing to accommodate your desires while it is ongoing." That would serve as a reminder - once out of here, this girl would probably need to bend over backwards to do whatever plan Miller had in mind to reach superstardom... "Okay, well... big luxurious bubble bath it is." He half smiled, amused by the idea... and also wanting to treat his reshaped body gently until he got used to it.He put his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed himself up... feeling the weight on his chest, the way his calves and thighs flexed as he stood, and the mass of hair spill around his head and brush over his ears and neck."This is gonna take some getting used to." "This way," Dellal led him through a short corridor attached to the room to a door at the end. "Inside, you'll find everything you might need for a bath. Just go easy on the hot water and watch how you dry yourself. Your skin is a lot less tougher now than it was in your old body. There's a button on the inside you can press to signal that you're ready. We'll have basic clothes for you when you come out." "Thanks," he said, and followed, carefully, looking where he was stepping and staying close to the wall in case he had to grab it for support.The clinic already looked bigger than it had, how much smaller was he now?Looking in, he saw a spa-style bathroom, the kind he'd used once or twice in hotels touring. He took a seat on the rim of the tub, and looked for what to do first."Thank you," he said again, quietly, as he was left alone. Okay, draw a bath, test the temperature with an elbow, all that... and then basic clothes, whatever those might be... Clothes would come soon enough. Rather, clothes would be kind of counterproductive in the bath, wouldn't they? As for where to start...the hair would probably be the ideal place. He had a lot more of it now than before, so it would probably take some serious effort to keep looking clean and healthy. Attached to one wall was a large container with several bottles in it. Going through them would yield a handful of hair products, as well as a body wash for him to use. He'd been told he would have help acclimating, so hopefully this would be a part of that learning process. He was used to quick showers - the one in his apartment never had quite enough pressure. He hadn't actually had a bath in years. But this was a long way from a normal day, so he drew one, poured the soothing fizzles in, and made an effort to wash his hair. He's had it shaggier than it had been before all this, but never this long... when wet it seemed to hang to the small of his back, and over his... chest.He resisted the temptation to explore, and focused on washing... letting the water run soothingly over his newly smooth, soft skin. It was certainly a luxury he wasn't used to...Now, howdidwomen do that thing where they wrapped their hair up in a towel? Ugh, okay, he apparently had six months to figure that out."This is gonna be a long six months..." he muttered to himself as he patted dry with a soft towel like he'd seen an ex do, rather than rubbing like he normally would.Pulling on a robe, he pressed the intercom. The intercom responded within a few seconds. "Mr. Baker? The clothes are out here and ready for you. Is there anything else you would like before you dress and are moved to the next phase of acclimation?" Acclimation. That could be anything. It could be learning makeup, or walking in impractical shoes, or maybe something more like an instrument or singing test. "Uh... how long is the next phase? Should I eat first?" The bath had left his stomach feeling less like one giant knot, and reminded him that he hadn't eaten since he got here. But he also wanted to get this over with... "It is a simple set of tasks - they shouldn't require more than fifteen to twenty minutes of your attention. If you like, we can order out something to be delivered here once those are done," Dellal replied to her. "Just basic physical work - walking, sitting, walking up steps." "Okay, uh... I guess I should eat something dainty, but I'm not paying, so how about a pizza. And ice cream."He let Dellal give the details to one of her staff."Okay, thanks... coming out." He went over to the door, to find out what clothes were waiting for him. A tracksuit? A leotard? ... A dress? "Very well," Dellal relayed the information to one of her assistants, and she came back. "The order will be placed, hopefully it arrives by the time you're done."As for the clothes, it was indeed a leotard...well, it made sense at the moment, right? She was going to be doing physical stuff, so maybe learning to work with girly clothes would come later? The clinic was fairly isolated, but not too far out to get a pizza. That was a little comforting. A little.Seeing the leotard, stretchy and revealing, John remembered the concept art for the girl he was supposed to become. This was going to be modest by those standards... Grimacing at the idea, he started to work out how to put it on. The design made it obvious which way round it went... There was a little device included with the leotard, something with a hook. Hopefully, John would be able to figure out that it was meant to go through the eye of the tab on the zippered back, and use it to pull up the zipper without assistance. Hopefully. Included with the leotard were a pair of soft dance shoes. It took him a while to work that one out, after an attempt to get the zipper up ended halfway. This new body was supple, but it wasn't double-jointed.he had to hold all this new hair to one side as he zipped it up, too.He put the shoes on as well, and straightened up. His center of gravity was all wrong... but not as badly as it seemed it should be. His body had adapted to the new shape. There was an awful lot of hair...maybe it could get a bit of a trim before she walked out of here, yes? Well, there was the only door to go through, unless Baker wanted to go back to the bathroom. Tempting as it was to hide in the bathroom for the next six months... he swallowed hard, put his head back, and opened the door to step out. Just treat it like stage fright... "Ah, Mr. Baker. Do come this way." Dellal was not there, but an assistant was, and he was led to a small gym-type space. Dellal washere. "Step right this way. We're going to do some basic exercises, just to ensure a baseline physique level." "Should probably get used to being called 'Miss' before I meet a lot more people..." John observed, reluctantly. But he followed along all the same, noting how high all the ceilings now seemed as he reached the clinic gym. He did as Dellal asked and stepped in, seeing what she had planned for him. "Very well, Miss Baker." Dellal gestured to a simple treadmill. "Basic walking exercise. We'll start you off easy, at a little under two miles an hour, and see how well you pick up your new stride. Feel free to ask us to adjust speed so that walking feels right." It was a little creepy how easily Dellal switched to calling him 'Miss'. Glancing at the mirror on one wall of the gym, he caught another brief glimpse of the 'Miss' she was talking about, and felt a fresh shiver.But he steadied himself and stepped onto the treadmill."Okay."He started walking, one foot in front of the other like women seemed to do, finding his new balance as he did. As he walked, would it occur that this was a service Dellal was deeply involved with? So little wonder she was used to so easily jumping the gender fence...as it stood, walking at 1.9mph was comfortable, but a bit slow for her body. "Okay, kick it up a notch. If I'm supposed to be on tour, I'll need more juice." He sped up to more of a brisk walk, still keeping his balance for the moment. It felt good to give himself a little more control over this one thing at least. What next? The speed ticked upwards to 3.1mph, according to the digital readout. "How does that feel? Better? More natural?" Once they had her footspeed dialed in, they shut down the treadmill. "Okay, next..." In the next room, Baker would find another woman in a leotard. "Stretches. We need to see how flexible you are." John nodded as he stepped off the treadmill. He could feel that he'd exerted himself only slightly. They'd made him very fit. That would be impressive by itself, even without everything else they'd done to him...Maybe that was how this place made its money. A month-long diet and exercise program in an afternoon, that would get a lot of interest. Presumably a lot more than the turning men into women side of the business.He was used to being tallish and rangy, with jogging and walking as his main forms of exercise, not to being stretchy and flexible. So he was prepared to take it slow - slower than the instructor seemed to expect, and apparently slower than he needed. That made sense, he'd be expected to dance like this as well as sing. And there was that stage fright again. Power through it... "Excellent range of movement," Dellal noted as she watched Baker and the instructor move through their stretches. "You're adapting well, which is a good sign." They did this over the course of a half-hour plus, and then took a break. "The food should be here in a few minutes; we have a section of the canteen reserved for you." Baker was led through the hallways to the space in question, and along the way, a lot of other people, dressed in similar exercise attire, passed them by. That idea about being a high-speed program to stay in shape was firming up. He wasn't convinced that adapting well was actually agoodsign... but he'd have to do his best."Thank you, Doctor." If he was supposed to be an aspirational figure for tween girls, he'd better have good manners.Looking around the canteen, nobody seemed to be eating in groups. Nobody wanted to be recognized going to a sci-fi fat farm. Although that looked like... okay, don't stare, years living in LA had taught him to give celebrities their privacy.Something he'd have to get used to if this little con worked, if he was half as big as Eliza he'd get paparazzi in town and autograph hunters outside of LA. all asking for... whatever he was going to be called.For right now, he went to a corner booth rather than wolfing down a Chicago style pizza and a tub of Ben & Jerry's in front of a small army of dieters. The booth was spacious, and located on a corner, Baker could easily turn her back to most of the room, preventing recognition. A covered plate was brought to the table, and laid before Baker. "Here is your dinner." The server who brought it leaned in and whispered. "There is more. If you would prefer to have more, simply ask me." She set down a glass of water to go with the plate, and moved away. Under the covering, naturally, Baker would find two hot slices of the pizza that had been requested from...where, again? All the way from the Coop, a couple blocks along from his apartment by the beach, a classic for getting home after a tour or needing something at 3am after a long Saturday night.Not the kind of behavior he'd be allowed to continue under the morality clause of the contract, but never mind."I think I can manage a third," he said quietly with a conspiratorial nod and a slight smile to the server. Normally he'd eat five or six slices and leave the remaining two or three for breakfast. Also not how he'd get to act for the next six months or so. He really hadn't thought this through... The server nodded. "I will bring it, when you next need something," she subtly indicated the glass of water sitting next to the plate. Stepping away, Baker was left in solitude, to enjoy perhaps the last pizza they would have for six months. Then again, maybe if 'she' did well enough, that success could be traded in for more freedom...?Then again, a pop star whose problem was that they liked pizza too much was entirelytamecompared to some of the others Baker knew of! Still, even though they supposedly gave him a faster-burning metabolism, they'd want him to exercise and watch what he ate just for the image. Overdoing the pizza and ice cream was the sitcom version of comfort food for a broken heart, not the upbeat image they'd want. Grr.Still, sipping the water, he was able to indicate needing more after the second slice. A third would be enough for his new smaller size. The server took away the empty plate and glass, returning a few minutes later with a second covered plate and a refilled glass - though whether or not it was the same one was impossible to tell at the time. "There you are, Miss. When you are finished, the Doctor will see you outside the canteen doors," and she indicated where Baker was to go - they weren't the same ones she'd come in through. John nodded and looked over, seeing it was another door and looking curious for a moment. "Okay, thanks," he said quietly.It was strange to feel full after just three slices - it was hardly the strangest thing about all this, but it was internal so it hit home. Hopefully he could get the rest tomorrow. For now, time to see what was behind the next door... Dellal was there. "Ah, Miss Baker. We have just a handful of exercises for you before you retire for the evening." Dellal led her into another exercise space. A large green ball sat there. "Please sit on the ball for as long as you can without falling off. We wish to test your balance." Granted, it seemed like they had been doing that already, but this was an explicit test. "Uhh... right." John stepped over to the ball, turned and figured out how to sit without it rolling off right away. Sitting on it made him acutely aware of the way his legs curved now, and the gap between them. Dellal came over and gave the ball a little nudge, to see how well Baker would compensate for the change. After all, she had mastered sitting on the ball quickly...and there was no point to this if there was no challenge, right? Seeing the doc coming, John tried to compensate for the impending smack on the side of the ball, and just about managed, having to put one hand down to stop himself bouncing right off. "You'll find, as a woman, your center of gravity is lower. What you needed to do to stay balanced has changed. I will do this again...but this time, roll your hips." Della advised. "Ready?" "I... guess..." he said uncertainly. And tried to roll his hips. And slid off the ball. Dellal made a note on a board. "We will need to have you work a little with a balance trainer. Doing what you do will require it," she offered the commentary so Baker would understand what she was writing. "Very well. Let us see...walking, flexibility balance, others...follow me." She led Baker out of the room. He got back on the ball, but was about to slide off again when Dellal made her note and said to follow her. He stood up, which was a bit of a trick in itself. At least once he was up he seemed to be able to walk in a straight line as he followed her out. What next...? "We have but a couple more basic assessments for tonight, and then you will be shown to your room for retirement," Dellal traversed the corridors with her, opening a door for Baker to walk through. John nodded, and stepped through. How much weirder could it be than the rest of his day? Inside were three sets of identical exercise steps - except one went up a single step, the other two, and the last three. "We just want to check your forward-back and up-down motion. Take each set of stairs for a minute - you'll be given two minute breaks inbetween," Dellal stated. Okay, not that weird at all. He went to the first step and got started. Everything seemed to work... though it also reminded him of the gap between his legs. Focus. Focus... There was more than that. While Miller hadn't gone for the porn star set, Baker could feel the slight up-down motion attached to his chest, and they were a...some might say a proper pair? Keep stepping, keep balancing, step, balance, move on, yep, doing this, not freaking out...Besides, he would usually have something more restrictive on.That thought was not as helpful as he'd hoped. Still, that bounce and that gap...it reminder Baker that they were not aheanymore. Oh no. The image in the mirror came back - asheshe was, very definitely so, now."Two minute break," Dellal called. Baker would go on to the two-stair next. He stopped, stretched and flexed his feet, wiggling his toes, as he sipped some water. Then up to the two-step... then the three... "Excellent results," Dellal noted on her clipboard. "You have integrated gross movement very well. Balance is an issue, but that is fine control." Baker was given a couple of minutes to have some water. "We have one last test before you retire." Another one, he thought, but said nothing and just sipped the water before setting it down. "Okay, lead on." In the final room, Baker would find a smaller-ish trampoline. Bigger than the little personal ones, but not quite one that fit into a backyard, either. "We need to test a few other motions on your part. Go ahead and get on the trampoline, and we will run you through it." "Really?" he mouthed, shook his head slightly, and stepped over to get on. He had to sit and then clamber up, being so much shorter than he was used to. The first few requests - simple up and down jump, for example - weren't that difficult. The last (though Baker did not know it) was the real test. "We need to see you bounce as you turn. Like this." They played a video clip for Baker - a girl, dressed similar to her, started at one end of the trampoline, and spun as she moved across it, going from one leg to the other and then back. "... How many tries to I get before the automatic lock-in?" he asked, making himself smile to show he was joking, and not just covering his nerves.Presumably he could do this, as long as he judged it correctly. They weren't asking for something his reshaped body couldn't achieve...Still, he looked at the crash mats on the floor before taking the position and readying himself. Here goes. Dellal and the assistants watched as Baker went into the motions she'd just been shown. If she could focus, and keep it simple, then she would be able to succeed, which would make their job mostly teaching her the feminine aspects of life. Turn, shift from foot to foot, try to ignore the way his chest was swaying, and... whoa. Nearly."Okay." He moved from sprawling to sitting. "I know what I did wrong." He pushed himself up, to go again. And again, if he had to. It took the next try, and the try after that...Baker just had to...had to ignore thefeelingof hischest swaying with no bra, and it was easy. "Excellent work," Dellal clapped her hands. "Now, to your room for the evening. Feel free to make use of the amenities there, but remember, lights out by eleven." He put a hand against the wall for support after he finally managed the spin, feeling his oversized chest heave. He looked up as Dellal set a curfew. "That 'good girl' morals clause is already on, huh?" He chuckled softly as he climbed down from the trampoline. Another slice of pizza sounded like a plan right now. Maybe another shower. And maybe, finally, give this voice a tryout... "Oh no. It's policy here. When you leave with Mr. Miller, I would imagine he has a different set of hours for you. We ask for a lights out so that when you wake tomorrow, you can be refreshed and ready to learn." Dellal explained. Baker would find...herself? Led to a room. It was nicely appointed, at least, with a television on the wall. "Sounds like he'll want me setting an example too," John said with a light shrug, figuring the rules fit a high-tech fat farm.And now he was aloe, with nothing to do. And that was so much worse. He put the TV on for some noise, and looked to see if any of his stuff was here, mostly his guitar and his phone. And to see what was in the closet and drawers. Opening the closet carefully in case the door had a mirror on the inside. His guitar case was here, as well as the personal belongings he'd handed off before he'd become...her. As for the closet, there was a mirror on the inside - but it was not full door length, just enough to show to around her calves, and it looked screwed into the wood. A few other leotards and some basic feminine clothes hung inside. Same with the drawers. The clothes were something of a relief, the same mostly plain dance practice and jogging stuff he'd been wearing since this started. He'd been half expecting it to look like a Jem And The Holograms costume collection.And there was a face-height mirror in the bathroom, a safe distance away.He retrieved the guitar, sharply aware of how heavy it felt after years slinging it on his back... and how he'd need a pick, as his fingers were a lot smaller and softer now and he'd have to take care of these nails.Still, he could set up his phone to record his first attempt to sing."Oh baby, baby... Ahem.Oh baby, baby... Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know...?" That was going to be the real acid test, wasn't it? Plenty of popstars didn't play an instrument, or even do any sort of complicated dance routines during their concerts...but if Baker couldn'tsing, then there was no point to this whole charade. The phone was set up and ready to record, all it needed now was something to write into memory......and then, perhaps, to play it back to a listening ear? A few scales... and he was already aware that his voice was higher, lighter... girlish. But it sounded smooth, not shrill. Playing it back... he didn't recognize it as his, but it sounded good. He tried a song, a ballad. And again, it sounded like a girl singing... a girl with talent. Just a hint of his own accent, an inflection here and there... but otherwise not like him at all."Okay, that's creepy..." he murmured to himself. And he heard a girl say that back on the end of the recording. She was definitely as good at singing as Baker - which meant selling records, if they could get a recording executive to take them seriously. Of course, Baker knew that they did, and...Miller. Miller was probably going to want to craft this girl to be the ultimate pop princess, but the sweet kind rather than the spoiled sort. He suppressed a shiver at the difference between the voice in his head and the one on the recording. "One two, one two...It ain't easy, girls it ain't easy..."He could hear a little pitch shift here and there... something to practice. Tomorrow. Now... how do you sleep in a body like this? Carefully not to trap the hair under you... Three options. Front, side, back. Back was probably out due to hair, unless Baker wanted to do something to pin it up in bed, but was that really practical? There was the front, but the body happened to have something attached to the front...as for the side, well...what sort of sleeper had Baker been before? He was usually a straight crash-out-on-the-back sleeper... and now he was unsure and taking his phone out to Google it. And then to Google how to put his hair in a bun. Getting up and stumbling to the bathroom, feeling his body sway in strange ways, he found a fabric-covered hair band and fiddled with it until he had a decent amount of hair out of the way. As long as he didn't roll over and catch the impromptu ponytail under his shoulder that would hopefully do... The next morning came soon enough, though when it did come - with a soft alarm sound next to the bed, prompting Baker to wake - obviously the changes in the last twenty-four hours would have to be remembered, lest our hero(ine) freak out... John woke slowly, yawned... started to stretch and felt something out of place. He opened his eyes fully and looked around at the only vaguely familiar room, and down at himself."Oh shit that was real!" he gasped. He felt a shiver run down his spine and the backs of his legs, and took a moment to steady his breathing."Six months. No big deal." He reminded himself of that, and pushed himself up and out of bed - needing another moment to balance as he did. "Six months. No big deal." Right. Well, what to do now...? The doctor hadn't come by yet. Or was she going to? Was Baker supposed to call them - there was a phone, and a set of numbers taped on the desk next to it - and ask? Maybe...maybe he could wash up, first? Maybe give the staff a little more time to appear? First of all, stand up. Find your balance. Remember how to walk.That done, he paced the room for a moment, before heading to the bathroom to shower... and couldn't help looking in the mirror.The girl in the mirror looked startled, and her hair was kind of a mess. He untangled the band and shook his new hair loose, patted it down... figured he'd better wash it before brushing. Or was he supposed to brush before washing? Or both? Or was there some kind of rinse thing he was supposed to use?Anyway, for now, wash. And try to ignore his naked female body. Ignore what was literally before her eyes? Those breasts curving out of her chest, those hips, that hair? Please. Maybe, MAYBE Baker could manage to at least not gawk at herself in the mirror...but ignoring that she was now a she was more or less out of the question, no?As for the shower...there were a lot of bottles in there. The good news was that they were all different ones, so at least he wouldn't have something like three conditioners to pick from. He would have to get used to it, to the glimpses of hair at the corner of his vision and a chest as he looked down, to the feel of this altered body, this part new and that part... absent... Six months. Keep repeating...For now he could focus on reading through the instructions on all the bottles. If he had to he could probably Google the order... Shampoo, conditioner, body wash...Baker might not have been a girl before yesterday, but as long as he wasn't an idiot, the order would be fairly simple to divine. However, given the number of bottles, this would take some time.At least it served as distraction from the new body. A momentary distraction before he had to start applying all these things to that new body..."Gonna miss quick showers..." he said as he got started, sourly reflecting that they weren't what he would miss the most. He had to look up how to wash around the area of what hewouldmiss he most... The non-graphic version? Treat it like what was gone, but be a bit more careful, because things could actually go inside this one. He proceeded as quickly as he could. The hair was more of a problem... which was a relief, really.Maybe he could experiment with the length. Maybe a bob, if that wasn't too Taylor.Finally he got out, in a robe and slippers, still not sure how to wrap a towel around his head despite looking that up. He checked the time. Surely it was breakfast soon... and then what? Presumably...the phone rang. Interruption! Not the bedside one. The personal one, the one used to look up all that stuff...at the other end was a familiar voice from yesterday... Miller. The guy who'd talked him into this."Hello?"He wasn't quite alert enough to answer with a joke. "So, uhm...how, how're you doing?" He sounded a bit nervous. Probably was, he was in deep if this tack didn't work out. Hesounded nervous? John shook his head and rolled his eyes."Well, the whole injections thing worked. And I can walk and talk and eat and do sit-ups. And I can sing. Still a little pitchy, need to work on my scales... I guess you wanna come see the new look, right?" "Not now. Doc Dellal is very...strict. I could come, but she'd do everything in her power to keep me away from you until you're 'ready.' I did give her a copy of the contract for you to sign, so you'll see that sometime today." Probably. Miller hoped. "And listen, we don't have a lot of time to futz away. Six months. That's how long we've got." "So I'm on the clock already? That works for me. Though if I'm not 'ready' in a few days I guess I never will be. It's certainly been... eye-opening."Even hearing his voice speaking was strange enough. And his phone felt a little too big for comfort in his shrunken hands.And if he was being honest, the thought of being 'ready' was chilling. "End of next week. If you're not ready by then, then it would take nothing short of a miracle." Miller responded from the other end. Baker would hear the phone beep at him, and looking away from it would reveal that the clinic's number was calling. "I'll see what I can do. I think 'able to walk and talk' is pretty good for..." he checked the time... "... sixteen hours. Ah, getting a call from the doc. Better see what she wants me to do today. Bye."Click, accept call..."Hello?" "Good morning...miss? Sir? How would you like to be addressed starting today?" Right. Yesterday, they'd probably been nice since the change had just happened. Today, as had just been learned, they were on the clock. Getting used to the new life. "Miss," John said after a moment's hesitation. He would have to get used to that, and soon. "So, ah, what's gonna happen today?" He figured it couldn't be any more dramatic than the day before... "Today will largely be work in a learning setting. Behaviors, deportment, etiquette. I believe some clothes were left for you in your closet. Once you have made your selections, head for the cafe, someone will be there to greet you," Dellal said on the other end. "Okay. Ah, thank you. Bye."A whole day of learning to act like a girl...He looked over at the closet and grimaced, clenched a fist, and pushed himself up to go and take a look. The closet opened, and there were options inside - though nothing done up as a set. All separate pieces. Baker would have to figure out what to put with what. "Like there isn't gonna be somebody deciding everything I wear..." he grumbled as he started looking through the options, the different kinds of tops and... mostly skirts, just a few pairs of short shorts in amongst them. Grimacing, he looked at the lengths of the skirts, and decided on a black one that came down to the knee. Okay, something light to balance the black... a white top with no sleeves.First, underwear. That seemed to be mostly practical, at least. He opened a pack containing a white cotton set, and took a moment to figure out how to put it all on... Of course, unknown to Baker, having to pick out clothes was a test. After all, today she was learning about how to be a girl...so ofcoursebeing able to coordinate clothes (even if Baker was right and someone would be dictating what was worn 90% of the time) was a necessary skill.Well, Baker had been told once they'd put on clothes, they needed to head for breakfast... The panties reminded him sharply of the flatness between his legs. The bra clicked into place, pushing his chest up subtly - like his chest wasn't too 'up' already. The skirt... well, it was no big deal, just some fabric swinging around his thighs. Loose and cool and soft. Comfortable really. But no big deal. No big deal. The top... as he forced himself to look in the mirror, he could see that he could see the bra through it. So he wriggled out of it and went for the next option, which was a little thicker. And... peach. Ugh, fine. Pulling his new hair through the collar and letting it settle, he turned to see what else he had to do. Oh. Shoes. At least the peep-toe sandals didn't have high heels...Stepping out, trying to ignore the way everything moved around and over him, he headed for the clinic restaurant. Hunching his shoulders and lowering his head slightly, wishing to be an unseen as possible. And yet, the movement was insistent, it remained in Baker's head. The press of the panties between the legs, reminding Baker of the flatness that now lay there. The ever-so-slight bob of a chest, despite the support of the bra. The swish and swirl around thighs of a skirt...dare say it almost felt...freeing?Baker arrived at the cafeteria. "Good morning, Miss," the server greeted at the front. "Right this way." Baker was given the same table as yesterday...perhaps they were assigned to specific clients? "You will find a menu before you of our breakfast fare. I will bring you some water - Doctor Dellal's suggestion." The server stepped away from the table, and now Baker was left alone to ponder both choice of foodstuff...as well as the new sensations experienced on their way here. John smiled politely, as prepared as he could be for being addressed as 'Miss'. Most of the tables were empty, it was still early... and nobody seemed to be staring at him, looking like this and dressed like this."Uh, thank you," he said as the server showed him to his table, and then had to remind himself how to sit in a skirt. One more thing he would have to work on. At least sitting down meant his chest stopped moving quite as much. He took a sip of water and looked at his options. They all looked healthy and un-fun. Bran and muesli... if this worked he'd probably be promoting sugar-frosted pops or something. Well, at least he could get an omelet... Maybe. Possibly. Baker knew Miller wanted his new star to be as spotless as possible. Maybe in addition to the wardrobe, he'd watch very carefully what sponsorships she accepted. But yes, omelettes were on the menu, and there were quite the variety of options to go in them...sadly, having nothing but meat, cheese, and eggs was probably not the hallmark of a feminine figure...something with more green in it? The main option seemed to be egg white, or spoiling oneself by having the yolk as well. He had no doubt he'd be working it off, so what the hell. And some kind of smoothie... maybe not the kale.At least being up this early meant he got service pretty quickly, so he could get on with not particularly enjoying his breakfast. The server returned with the glass of water. "Your order, Miss?" It wasn't the same one from yesterday...it was entirely possible that this particular server was not aware of what Baker actually was. Then again, he had been given the same table... "A Spanish omelet,withthe egg yolk. A triple berry smoothie... ah, orange juice... and a croissant?" He tried to seem nonchalant about his selection. "Of course, miss." The server took the order down on a little pad. "We'll bring you your orange juice and croissant as a starter, that should just be a minute or two. Would you like the croissant warm?" "Ah, sure, thank you." He smiled and nodded, glancing at the tray of condiments to confirm he could get some butter and, hey, strawberry jelly. He knew his rewired metabolism could take it... and he'd have a heavy exercise regime anyway. Stage performance. Pretty tiring thing, even just watching it from the floor of a concert arena. And it sounded like Miller wanted his pop princess to do something like that...maybe notveryoften, but often enough... "Of course, Miss." The server disappeared, and within a few minutes returned with the warm croissant and glass of juice. "Here you are, your omelette is being prepared." "Thank you." He smiled, hoping that it looked sweet.He'd been on stage, though never in the spotlight, and he knew energy ahead of time was essential, along with water during the show.He took a swig of the juice - then remembered to take dainty little sips. And small bits of the croissant too, not big bites. So much he had to do differently... Still, at least the food was all good. Or seemed so, he knew his senses were a little sharper now. Judging by what he'd seen yesterday, the clinic serviced high-end clientele. They were probably used to having the best - a thought struck him, he would have to get used to that, too - and expected it from their stay here. Less than ten minutes later, the server came out with the omelette. "Here you are," and they set it down before him. "Is there anything else I can get you while I'm here?" He considered asking for his dick, then shook his head after that moment of hesitation.Six months, no big, just six months, starting when he got out of this clinic... or after a minimum stay there. Which was probably yesterday and today. He should check...He still wasn't used to these little hands and long fingernails, so he had to be careful with the cutlery, and to cut small bits to put on the fork. More etiquette to learn... and he'd be learning more of that today. He slowed down his eating a bit more at that thought.Six months. No big.He sped up a little. Baker wouldn't know it just yet, but the entire plan for the new pop star's stay was yesterday, today, and tomorrow. At minimum. Longer might be necessary if certain benchmarks - mostly in behavior - were not met. Physically, she'd passed the tests, Baker would need a little dance training, but otherwise was all set.A few minutes into eating, Baker would see Dellal come in, and head to the table. John kept reminding himself that he was supposed to use 'ladylike' table manners, despite knowing plenty of women who didn't, and whose confidence was often appealing... but it wasn't his dime, so it wasn't his call.He saw the doctor coming, and paused so as not to speak with his mouth full. "Good morning..." he said... hoping she wouldn't immediately disagree. "Good morning. Please continue with your meal, I'm here to confirm the rest of today's calendar. You'll spend the morning with a pair of our deportment instructors, and then move on to slightly more practical matters after lunch." Dellal explained with a straight face. John took her at her word and continued, though he cut extra-small bites of the omelet to be on the safe side. And he swallowed before replying, with analmoststraight face while still showing his amusement - and wariness - "Slightlymore practical?" "Style, coordination, appearance, couture." Dellal clarified for Baker. "While you may have no need of how to handle yourself at a four-course meal,thisis an essential bit of learning you must have before you depart." He did his best to look cheerful and willing, even though he suspected one day's teaching wasn't going to be nearly enough... and he'd have stylists and brand management people working on him almost every day."Alright then... I'll be ready to start in a couple minutes."The sooner started, the sooner done... "Very well." Dellal nodded to the door she'd come through. "When you are ready, you may leave through that door. Your instructors will be waiting on the other side to take you to the classroom for the morning." "Okay. Uh, thank you," he added quietly, not sure if she was going to stand there and wait for him to finish.Either way, he wasn't skipping breakfast... even as the mention of a 'classroom' left him trying not to think of himself wearing a Baby One More Time schoolgirl outfit.Don't think about that, keep going, sooner the better... Dellal left after she said that, exiting through the door that she'd indicated just a moment before, leaving Baker alone again...really, it was up to them to decide how long to take with breakfast. If they wanted this over sooner than later, then perhaps they should take a couple more minutes and then be off? Still, better not to bolt it and throw up - Miller wanted a star whowouldn'tdevelop an eating disorder.So he ate with care, already imagining what he'd have when he changed back. A big pizza from the Coop, chicken wings with BBQ sauce... then maybe a great big steak somewhere expensive the first evening.He set his knife and fork down, dabbed his lips - acutely aware of how soft they were - and stood up to go to... class. Outside, a pair of instructors waited for Baker. "Miss Baker, good morning. Please, follow us." Led through the hallways of the clinic, they arrived at a smaller-ish classroom, where a long desk and some writing supplies sat. "We understand you are adjusting, so we're here to ease the transition and make the day to day matters as trivial as if you'd been doing them all your life." Outnumbered. That didn't feel like a good sign. And shorter than either of them as well. He glanced around the room, apparently he was the whole class for now. He went to take a seat... "Okay, what are we doing?" "The morning will largely consist of topics like etiquette, deportment...basic things that you would have learned throughout your teenage years," one of them clarified. "This will be slightly more technical than what would have passed for teaching at 'home,' but only just." John did his best to look enthusiastic. That was probably going to need work as well. "Let's begin..." The morning turned into a blur within half an hour of them starting. Makeup, proper sitting postures and habits, getting into and out of vehicles...presuming that the occupant was wearing particular clothing styles, which seemed likely, as pants hadn't been in that closet in Baker's room... Having had few choices that weren't skirts, he was already dressed for the deportment lessons - or so he thought, as he was presented with a pair of two-inch heels. Good thing the classroom had a large clear aisle to walk up and down in. As if that wasn't enough, he was directed in how to take care of makeup with a practical demonstration, so now he was wearing that as well, as he minced up and down the room. For the first time he was as dressed up as Miller was going to want him, and being instructed in how to stand, sit, walk, and to eat and drink without smudging lipstick.What next, he thought nervously... The instructors looked up at the clock. It was half-past eleven, and they had been at this for a few hours. "You've done really well this morning. Normally we take just a half-hour for lunch, but since you're proving to be an excellent student, we'll break now, go for an hour, and the afternoon will be style and couture." "Oh, ah, thank you." He was surprised - he was certainly trying his best, and he had his experience of performing to help, but he'd never imagined he'd make a convincing girl... let alone quickly.Maybe it was a technique to boost his confidence. Just run with it either way.And now he was going to get a practical test of how to eat and drink while wearing lipstick... with one of the instructors handing him the lipstick in case he needed to touch it up... and apparently he was going to the restaurant in the heels!"I'll see you soon then..." he said quietly, and had to remind himself of his posture right away as he stepped out, as he felt the urge to slouch and make himself as inconspicuous as possible. Two inch heels. Not so bad as far as shoes went. Hopefully Miller wasn't going to make him wear worse while onstage...given time to consider on their way to the canteen, one had to wonder...was it just a technique, the praise given at the end of the session? Or was it real?Didn't Baker make a rather convincing girl? Granted, the body was feminine, but perhaps just as important was the mind...did Bakerfeellike a girl? Considering how short and petite the process had made him, John had a sinking feeling that Miller would want him to wear scarily high heels, like short girls often do when trying to make an impression...Still, for now he had to get used to these, factoring in the lessons of the day and the practice he'd already had. It was a good thing this reshaped body had a good sense of balance...He was still having a hard time squaring his reflection with his body, he kept expecting to see himself... both in the mirror and when looking down, even though he could feel the changes and the clothes he was wearing...Anyway. Lunch. Unpack some of the stuff he'd learned... first, take a seat without flashing anybody... Excellently done - as the ladies had said, she was proving an excellent learner. Now seated at the table, a server came over and presented Baker with the menu options. Mostly lighter-ish fare for the time being. "I can give you a few minutes to peruse your selections - would you like anything to drink to start off?" He smiled at the waiter... aware that he was smiling with painted lips and looking up through 'volumized' lashes, whatever that meant. "Thank you, just some orange juice for now." He still wasn't used to that soft, high voice. "Of course, miss." The server stepped away, giving Baker a few opportune minutes to make a selection. Returning with the glass of juice, it was set before her. "Are you ready to order?" He suspected that once he got out of here he'd be eating small portions at fashionable restaurants more than grabbing burgers on the way to shows... better get used to that. He ordered the Chicken Caesar salad, and made a note to pig out when his body was back to normal. "Of course, Miss." And with that order, the server was gone again. Man...there was a lot of adjusting. Clothes, eating, even walking...at least, at least singing wasn't changing all that much, right? And playing an instrument. Unless...would Miller want her to stop playing? He knew that girls liked guys who could play an instrument - and vice versa. Talent and confidence, and all that. Even Taylor Swift would break out the guitar a few times in her shows, though not often, it was more associated with country or rock or acoustic ballads. But Miller had hired him to sing... and probably didn't want him getting calluses on these dainty little fingers. Well, he could use a pick.At least all this worrying distracted him from the fact the waiter called him 'Miss'. Close enough to 'Mister' that it wouldn't throw him too much anyway. Though it did remind him that he didn't know what his alias was going to be for the next six months. How embarrassing could it get? Pretty embarrassing probably... It would probably be pretty close to what it was before, right? After all...radically changing the name, that could cause problems. And Miller - sure as sure - probably didn't want any more problems than he absolutely had to deal with. The last name would be okay...Baker was a pretty common surname. Hell, Jack was a really common name, it might as well have been John Smith...A few minutes later, the server returned with the salad, the silverware already rolled on the table. "Here you are, Miss. Is there anything else I can get you?" "Ah, no, thank you..." He made himself smile, aware that he sounded uncertain... meek. He would probably have to work on that... not become the diva that this was all about avoiding, but at least seem confident. Not that he knew who exactly he was going to be marketed to.He ate quickly, aware of the smallish portion... and that it was enough. Another big pizza, a burrito or a burger and fries would have to wait. Maybe if there was enough success, Miller would ease up on the strict image control (please, of course Miller would do something like that, he'd all but said it in the pitch for this idea!), and she could enjoy food like before she'd become...herself. The server left, to let Baker enjoy the delivered food. All that was really left of today after this was the afternoon session - which was supposed to handle clothes. There was quite a lot of salad and not much Chicken Caesar, but oh well... for the duration of this job he'd have to set an example to girls for eating, exercise... and how to dress, as well. He'd already learned how to walk in high heels and get out of a car in a skirt, how much more did he need to learn?Much as he wanted to make this a slow meal, he pushed himself not to. Hehadbeen given an hour before needing to return to the classroom for the afternoon - was Jack(ie) really looking forward to learning about dresses and skirts and how to coordinate colorsthat much? What else was there to do? Use the pool? He'd have to put on a bikini to do that. Jog? Shorts and a sports bra, and a shower afterwards. Well, he couldn't delay going back. He could get another glass of orange juice, and that was pretty much it. The only way out was through... Lunch finished, Baker would soon find himself back in the classroom, the two instructors there. "Alright. We promised you something a bit more practical than what you did this morning. Follow us," and they led him out of the room, through the halls, and opened another door... "Okay," he said, trying not to sound suspicious.He followed, feeling small as he walked behind them - well, not justfeelingsmall, he was easily the shortest of the three, but he was even more aware of it as they walked together.He steeled himself for what was behind door number two. And what was behind that door was......racks. Lots and lots of racks. Racks as far as the room had walls.Of clothes, of course."This afternoon will be teaching you about proper dress coordination and choice." His eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that much."These aren'tallfor me, right?" he asked in a murmur as he looked over the selection. They hadn't assembled enough for the whole six months already, had they...? "Oh no, of course not! This is simply the room we use for those who wish to learn about this material." The two instructors looked at each other, almost seeming to laugh. "Let us begin. The first thing you must remember when it comes to clothes is..." John looked away, embarrassed, as they stopped themselves laughing. Though it was a relief that this wasn't all for him... not much of one, however, as they went over to a specific rack of clothes. One of them asked what was the first thing to consider..."That everything's covered?"He suspected that wasn't the answer they were going for, but it was certainly the first thinghewas going to worry about. And everything picked up from there. It was an entire afternoon of 'how to' for clothes. Pairing. Coordinating colors. Seasonal attire. Dressing to impress, both on and off the 'field.' Multiple times, they stressed that this was not everything to know - this was but merely the primer, the beginning......which made the end of the day come rather quickly! Each point involved a new garment, or more than one, so that he had a sense memory of it. How to go up and down stairs, or get into or out of a car, in a skirt and high heels. How to check the fit of a bra. How to eat or drink without getting lipstick on the food, the glass, or his teeth. It was all so much, all so impractical... he felt like he was going to be relying on stylists and assistants a lot.And now it was done... and he was being dressed, styled and made up ready to meet Mr. Miller... This would be it. Probably. After this, it would be prepping for the debut, which would probably involve...was anything about this plan really clear? Other than what was obvious now, that it would last for six months, and that Miller was expecting a blowout (in his favor, of course) of major proportions?At least, at least Baker was being consulted on what to go for with clothing, styling, and...well, okay, not makeup, but that could hardly be blamed, yes? A certain amount of consulting, anyway, more a veto for one or two garments per section, down from a miniskirt to a still pretty short skirt, a halter top to a short-sleeved blouse, red lips to pink...The process of getting ready seemed so involved, with the addition of hair and makeup, and jewelry and perfume, as well as the clothes. Everything fit perfectly, the small sizes on the labels a reminder of how petite they had made him. He let them paint his nails, treat his hair, fasten him into silky underwear and the skirt and blouse and high-heeled shoes, felt a variety of brushes gently move across his face and leave residues of paint and powder behind...Until finally they stood him up and walked him to a mirror next to a small photography studio, ready for inspection...( Baker would have to do this regularly. Maybe not every day - dressing up like this wasn't exactly what they would do for performances. (Hopefully. Otherwise, those performances would have to be really low key!) This was more for...event days? Perhaps? Ushered out of the chair and into the small studio, she was stood in front of a mirror. There was no denying it now. Baker was ashe, with hair and skirts and all."Mr. Miller should be along sometime within the next few minutes. I do believe that everything is in order, you should be ready to leave by the end of the day..." It was almost as shocking as the physical change itself, seeing himself fully dressed and made up... seeing no trace of his true self, seeing only... a girl.He felt himself start to shiver, and held the mix stand a little tighter for support, scared that his knees would give way, or his ankles fail him in the high heels. But he managed to stand his ground, just, though he could hear his heart thudding in his chest - and see the girl in the mirror's chest heave with each deep panicky breath.And now, after all this... he had to wait to be seen."Okay, use the time to your advantage. Calm down, breathe, breathe..." It was like before a performance, no? After all, there, the crowd would be waiting to see them...but they would also be waiting to see the crowd, too. A few minutes passed while they waited for Miller...what precisely was Baker doing with that time, since she had determined it needed to be used to advantage? He let go of the mic stand, checked his balance and started walking the space, carefully, trying to put the lessons on walking in heels into practice. Focus on a small problem he could do something about...But his eyes kept drifting back to the mirror, to the girl standing where he should be. She was beautiful.Hewas beautiful. After more than a day, he still wasn't close to getting used to that idea... Baker had better. If there was one thing that could doom a performer - even of the best quality - it was stage fright. Well, okay, perhaps not fright per se, more like...unease when performing? Crowds could pick up on that right away-The door opened. John felt a chill as he heard the door opening, fought it down and crossed back towards the lights. He didn't want Miller's first impression of him to be hiding around a corner. The sense of urgency made him step a little faster than he had dared before - so he had to grab the mic stand as he reached it to come to a safe stop.Well, here goes. And, sure enough, it was Miller. He stopped to take Baker in for a moment. "Well, I know I saw you the other day, but I'm impressed with what they managed to do in such a short time." He smiled...a little. "We're just about ready to go, but before we walk out of here, there is...technically one more test for you. It's nothing big, I just need you to sing. After all, if we can't do that..." Miller loomed over him now, a sharp reminder of just how small the process had made him - the high heels he was now wearing didn't make up the difference. At least he was looking him over professionally rather than... in a guy way.He looked behind the exec, seeing who he'd brought with him. A recording tech... a photographer?Okay, good, get this started right away. Sooner the better.He moved to stand at the mic as the tech ran the sound levels."Sure thing... any requests?" "Something with range. We need to know how far your vocals can go. I neglected to mention this before, but you may not be writing all your own material...at first. Sorry, nothing personal, the suits in the boardroom don't really trust new contracts unless they were on American Idol or something." Miller filled in. The tech nodded, and John took a deep centering breath. "One two, one two..." He started out on scales, and thought through his options. Probably better avoid Britney, having more life experience than a real teenybopper was the point of this whole charade."I stay out too late... got nothin' in my brain, at least that's what people say, mm-hmm, that's what people say, mm-hmm..."No doubt he'd have to learn to dance like a girl as well as sing like one, but for the moment he restricted himself to a few poses and hair flicks during the gaps in the song. Soon he'd be posing for cameras, probably in more than one outfit judging by the options open, so might as well warm up for that too... The tech was already plugged intro the system, a pair of professional grade headphones on. Miller was seated in one of the chairs present in the room, probably trying to judge whether or not this would actually work. As for the photographer - they were taking out their equipment, probably to do a series of shots of Baker as soon as the song was done. All three did not interrupt while Baker sang. Once done, Miller nodded to the photographer. "Pictures. Standard array."Said man stepped up. "Alright, miss. Just need to take a handful of shots here, just stand for the moment, I'll let you know when you need to pose and how..." John nodded slightly and made himself smile, perhaps a little awkwardly, at the photographer's directions... and at being called 'Miss'. He was going to have to get used to that. A glance at the mirror, or down at himself, was all the reminder he needed of why.The camera started clicking, in between adjustments of the lights, directions to turn, look one way and then another, and to smile...He was going to have to get used to that too. The photographer worked efficiently, and after a dozen or so shots, Miller interrupted. "Do you have enough for a standard array?""Just a couple more. This isn't an exact science. Should be done in less than five.""Hurry it up." Miller looked annoyed. Probably was, given that he was trying to see if he could formulate his own superstars. Soon enough, the shutter stopped, and the camera started the process of being packed away. "All set.""Good. Miss Baker, this way, please." Miller gestured. John had had a few group and solo shots taken before, though never this many at a time - maybe not this many all put together! A woman came in and fluffed his hair, retouched the makeup on his face, and there was more turning tilting and and smiling and pouting...And then the photographer stopped, and began packing up, without so much as a nod to acknowledge him.At least Miller stepped in... though he was already calling him 'Miss Baker' like it was totally natural. Sure, that was good from a perspective of keeping the secret, but it still rankled. And now he had to play along too, following the gesture and smiling like this was flattering... They walked down the halls of the clinic, to a car waiting outside for them. A man in a driver's set of clothes was there, and as Miller walked around the back of the car to the other side, the driver opened the door for him. Miller was already getting into the vehicle...well, time to go and start the next six months! It would be easy, right? John felt a chill as he realized that they were heading outside. Being like this within the clinic was one thing - even with photographers and sound techs coming in, it still didn't quite seem real. But now he was at the door, he could feel the warmth of the air outside on his exposed neck and legs, a breeze toying with newly long hair.He let Miller walk him to the car, feeling his arm around him, not quite touching but there to hopefully catch him if he fell. Which he felt himself almost do as high heels hit tarmac for the first time. He managed to grab the car door handle before actually falling, though.And now the driver was walking around to get the door for him, nodding courteously... and very professionally not letting his eyes slip down him. Much.John slid inside, backing up slightly to keep the skirt from riding up, as he'd been taught. Another bit of femininity training he found he really would be using.The back of the limo was spacious enough for four or five people, but still felt enclosed... especially now he was alone with Miller. And looking and dressed like this."So, ah, what's next?" he asked, trying to sound a lot less nervous than he really was. "First things first, we need you to record a demo for the executives to hear. They're giving me a lot of trust, and I want to make sure that they're not nervous in the slightest while we're still fresh out of the gate. So, we'll head to the studio, you can demo one of your songs for them, and after that, we'll sign the initial six-month contract. After that, we'll spend the rest of the day firming up your life - wardrobe, stylists, place to live, everything a fresh young artist like you needs." Miller answered her question in rapid-fire succession; he was clearly wasting no time with easing in. No, this was a straight jump. John nodded along... feeling his new hair bounce as he did, glancing at it with mostly-hidden irritation. He was going to have to get used to that feeling, just like the feel of makeup, earrings, bra straps, and so on, all the way down to high heels.In a way, it was a relief that Miller had such a mapped-out plan. That he was all business and focused on making 'Miss Baker' a success. Being busy, even if not hugely successful, would make the next six months go a lot faster.It also seemed to mean Miller wasn't checking him out... not much, at least. It probably helped that he knew who he really was... Even so, he tugged a little at the hem of the skirt, wishing it was just a little longer. Or maybe Miller didn't like whatever type of girl Baker was, now. After all, hewasa girl now, right?Everyone in the city knew where Miller's label kept their recording studios: it was one of the Holy Grails of music here - if you got there, then you were almost certainly set. It would be a little bit of a trip from the clinic - assuming Baker had estimated correctly its location - before they arrived there, and that was under the notion that they would avoid traveling through the city, but go around it. Had Miller resisted the temptation to turn him into his 'type'? That would help keep things professional... he hadn't been watching the crew's reaction as he posed for photos, it was too humiliating, but maybe he should have been paying attention to see who was enjoying the show...The limo made its way around the Hollywood Hills, giving him time to mentally run through his material... and to worry about how he looked, how he was supposed to act, and every other detail he'd been putting on hold during the movement and vocal testing.He put his hands together in his lap to stop himself fidgeting... before shifting his hands as he felt the gap between his legs. That certainly would have been possible. More than one star had had a career derailed untimely by the revelation that the agent who had discovered them had...engaged in, shall we say, inappropriate relations with the new hit sound? (That most of these incidents were between a male agent and a female star would not be missed.) Wasn't it strange, indeed, that in the current year, somehow this idea of young female singers needing to have a lack of any sort of deeper relations - at least initially - persisted?No matter. This was for six months, and Baker knew that Miller had a great deal riding on him - her. Absolutely nothing would be permitted to jeopardize that."Will you need some time to warm up before you perform?" Miller asked, very clinically, very...professionally. John looked up at the question, stopping himself fidgeting with the hem of the skirt. "I'll have to run through my scales... see if I'm pitchy anywhere." His new female voice was strange but it sounded consistent, he could hit and hold a note and apparently had the lung capacity to keep that going, but he hadn't really had a chance for a full test. Something else to worry about besides how they'd make him look and how they wanted him to act... Miller nodded. "You'll have the time. We're still assembling the sound crew - this was a 'surprise' find, you understand?" Baker would understand - she had so impressed Miller with her audition tape that he had immediately decided to give her a live test, rather than go about the usual procedure of scheduling an appointment and all other such 'official' things. Even if you discounted a backup band - which was fifty-fifty - there would at least need to be a sound engineer and recording technicians present for the test. "But when that light goes on, you had better be ready to sing." John nodded, thinking back to everything that had been done to him - everything he'd allowed to be done to him - to get him here. Six months like this would be bad enough if hedidmake a go of it, what would have have to do if thisdidn'twork?He tried not to imagine scenarios that started at 'backing singer' and proceeded to 'backingdancer' then to 'secretarial work' and went downhill from there.Miller hadn't invested this much if he thought that was likely, though, right?He went back to inspecting his long, expertly painted nails. They were picture-perfectly rounded edges, like they had been done by a professional...and to a certain extent, that was true. This entire body had been done up by a professional; someone who wanted their idea to work, their time in the sun...Baker could understand what that was like, right?Back to the nails - Baker had already thought of it, but he was going to have a stylist, a wardrobe coordinator - everything a new starlet like her needed, all provided care of Miller. Riches and fame wouldhaveto be worth the price of whatever transpired in the next six months, because, well, he'd already imagined the alternative, hadn't she? Riches, anyway. He'd be able to escape fame with another trip to the clinic. Go back to obscurity with a lot more money, and pretty much nobody knowing what he really looked like. He'd just have to be famous, and pretend to be what he now looked like, to get there...For now, he just had to worry about the recording session, as the limo rounded another corner and the studio loomed into view.

Come Back A Star! (Beatrice Black and ReijiTabibito) (TG)

The Hustler (Closed for Kypanther)

Dane entered the billiards hall in the new town. He'd never been there before which made it the perfect place to make some money. It looked fairly quiet. That was good, he felt like taking on some small town suckers. It looked like it would be a good night. He walked over to the man behind the counter. As he walked he adjusted his nice clothes. He looked like a business man in for a nice game of pool.He looked around just as he arrived at the desk. What he saw amazed him. There was a really sexy girl at one of the tables. She had an amazing body. He wished he could get a girl like that, if only for a night. That was when his sly mind came up with an idea. He turned to teh desk and asked if there was a private pool room. He was told that there was and he paid to rent it for the rest of the night. He was going to make every moment of that night worth it as well. Finishing arranging the balls on the table, Aly took of the triangle and got ready to break. She had just finished another game of pool, beating the poor guy who had tried to hit on her with his 'impressive' skills.Her long, slightly wavy dark brown hair fell over one shoulder, covering the cleavage her simple black tank top left for view. Her small 5 foot body was toned with just the right curves, her jeans tightening over her rear as she leaned forwards on the table to aim. Her light brown eyes stood out on her olive colored skin as she bit one of her full lips as she fired the ball. Dane got the key to the private room and tehn went to stand near the table where the sexy girl was playing. He watched her, she was quite good. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and his blue eyes never left her body. He had quite a presense about him that the suit played down. He did not like drawing attention to himself. That was hard with a six foot two inch tall, broad frame.When the girl neared the end of her game, he approached the table. He gave her a small smile and made sure his eyes never left hers. He did not want to see like another horny, gawking loser. "So, it seems to are good at this game. I would like to try a game against you. I usually do things better though when there is money on the line. Have you ever tried playing for cash? I'm not even sure what a good wager would be." He did his best to seem like a novice at the game, just trying it out. Her eyes moved in the direction of the rich voice as she leaned on the table for the last shot. She took in his appearance, including his sharp suit. But what really caught her attention was that his eyes never strayed from hers, something that almost never happened."I've never tried playing for cash, but there's always a first time for everything" she said with a slight accent and a half smile as she aimed, fired and ended her game "What do you have in mind?" she asked as she slowly walked around the table towards him, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face as she went. He was glad when she started moving toward him. she didn't just have a sexy body, she also had a sexy voice. He smiled at her and pulled out his wallet, looking through it. He brought out a twenty dollar bill and placed it on the light above the table. "Is twenty for one game ok? I'm not really sure. Whatever you feel comfortable with. Would you like to start the game? I think it is called busting, or something like that..... oh, breaking, that's it." He leaned on the table and waited, hoping she would take him up on the game. Aly looked at the bill in his hand, then at him. "A twenty sounds fine. Would you like to break?" she asked as she carefully placed herself between him and the table. Slowly, she bent to get the balls and the triangle, looking for all the world as if she was giving him a show. Once the table was set, she turned to the bartender and called for a drink, her usual, before leaning against the side of the table, her eyes following him quietly. Dane smiled at her as she accepted his wager. He knew it would be twenty dollars he never saw again, but it would be worth it if his plan worked. He watched as she bent to get the balls and triangle. Since she could not see him, he enjoyed the view from where he stood. It would definitely be a great night.She set up the table and he grabbed a cue stick. He went to the end of the table and placed the cue ball in the middle of the table at his end. He was able to break in a way that sunk a couple balls every time, but this time he lined up the shot. He struck the one ball straight on. The result was just scattering the balls all over the table. He swore under his breath and forced a smile at her. "Your turn." She smiled at him and grabbed a cue stick before her attention turned to the table. Her hand grabbed a couple of chopsticks laying on the table and expertly pinched her hair up, her eyes never leaving the balls as she examined every possibility. Bending to aim and shoot she started talking "I've never seen you here before... where are you from?" she asked in a light manners as she pocketed one ball and moved to the next, bending at the wait to carefully aim. Dane smield as she tied her hair up with chop sticks. She stared at the table for a minute obviously deciding what to do. She bent to shoot and his eyes moved to admire her ass. She asked where he was from and why she had not seen him there before. She pocketed one ball on her first shot. She looked for her next shot and bent to aim. As she did, he stared at her ass. As he admired her body, he answered her question casually. His voice did not waver at all, he had become a good liar over the years. "I am a business man from out of town. I am here dealing with a local business. Tonight I decided to have a little fun, and this looked like the best spot." She pocketed two more balls before it was his turn. Leaning against the wall, her eyes kept watching him curiously "Hmm. You picked the right spot... Though it seems a bit slow tonight" she remarked before she heard the bartender call her name.Aly smiled at the man and paid as she grabbed her blue curacao and made her way to the table again. Dane watched as she sunk two more balls before finally missing. She was definitely good. He was better, but she would not know that until later. She got her drink as he took his spot at the table. He quickly found what looked like the easiest shot on the table and nervously lined it up, purposely shaking as if afraid of missing. He took the shot and made it and let out a small cheer that faded as he realised his easy shot had made his next shot really hard. Of course, he'd known that was going to happen already. He lined up the next shot, shaking even more, and missed the shot. He stepped away frowning and let her go back to the table. He started grubling softly about making a mistake by not picking someone who wasn't great at the game. Aly watched as he made his shots and frowned. He really seemed to be in need of some help. "What's your name?" she asked quietly as she moved to shoot. She downed two more before missing yet, instead of moving away, she motioned him forward.Once he was next to her, she placed his hand on the cue stick and started explaining to him little tips she had picked up to improve his game. His nearness made her a little nervous. He seemed to radiate this air that demanded attention, which she found very intriguing. Dane watched as the girl moved to the table to take her shot. She asked his name and he gave a small smile. "I'm Dane. What is your name?" She sunk two balls and then rather than move to let him shoot, she beconned him over. He moved to the table and wondered what she was going to do.She put her hand on his cue stick and told him a few tips she had learned. He nodded and pretended to take note of the tips. He already knew those things and a number of other things. He liked being near her. Her kindness made her even more desirable for him. He would really enjoy that night.He gave her a small smile. "You seem to know a lot about this game. Maybe you could teach me how to play better. I'd be willing to pay you for some lessons. We can even see if they have a private room where the other people won't bother us and we don't have to talk as loudly. So, will you teach me how to play better?" She smiled and nodded "Dane. I'm Alyson... I prefer Aly though"She straightened up and couldn't hold back a small grin. He seemed to be a magnet, drawing her attention to him. Feeling him as close as she had been had started to make her wet and her nippled harden."I'd love to help you. But... no payment. I'm feeling particularly charitable tonight" she said in a teasing voice as she leaned against the table "I'm pretty sure theres a room you can rent for privacy... Why don't you ask the barkeep?" Dane smiled at her. She had a lovely name to go with a lovely body. Being so close to her, he was unable to hold back certain feelings any more. His cock hardened a little beneath his pants. He was glad when she decided to help him out. He was even happier when she told him she would not take any payment. She suggested he ask the bartender about a private room. He nodded and went to the bar. He pretended to talk to the bartender for a moment and then bought a drink for both of them. He then went to the private room and opened it. He smiled and turned to face Aly. "Hey Aly, in here." Her eyes followed his movements as he walked to the barMmmm nice butt...she thought to herself as she watched his movements. Once he opened the private room and called her, she slowly walked towards him, stopping briefly in front of him to share a half smile before entering and looking around. Dane smiled at her and let her enter first. He stepped in after her and smiled. He then closed the door behind himself and locked it. He placed their drinks on a table in the room. There were nice leather couches around the walls with small side tables. The pool table in the middle of the room was top of the line. There was even a small bar are one end with a variety of bottles of alcohol with various glasses for mixing drinks. Dane smiled and sat down after taking off his suit jacket. "So, before we get started, maybe you could tell me a little about yourself. All I know is your name." Aly looked around, taking it all in before she walked back to sit besides him on the sofa "I'm-" she hesitated before smiling "I'm an executive over at one of the companies on Main Street" she said before grinning. "I've never really liked the posh lifestyle that people expect me to live. SO after work I go home, slip on some comfortable jeans and a shirt and come down here to mingle with the locals"Leaning back against the couch, her eyes turned to him "What about you?" Dane smiled as she explained about her life. It seemed very reasonable. She definitely looked like an intelligent woman. She was probably good at what she did. She asked about him and he continued with the story he had given. "I am here working with one of the toy stores in town. They have a toy designed and built only by them. We want them to sign a contract with us to start building and marketing them all over the continent, and eventually, all over the world. Negotiations are not going too well though, so I came here to relax for a while. Anyway, shall we get started with the lesson?" "Sounds interesting... Now I'm curious" Aly said before getting up and stretching, her cleavage getting more prominent as she did, before she walked towards the pool table. "Alright. Lesson number one..." she said as she called him towards her.As he neared her, she grabbed a cue stick and placed it in his hands, spending the next 15 minutes showing him different ways to place his hands, watching for the one that seemed more comfortable for him. Dane smiled and got up as she did. She stretched and he peeked at her cleavage. She went to the pool table and he followed her. She grabbed a cue stick and handed it to him. She showed him various ways to hold it. He made them all seem a little awkward so that she stayed near him. Having her close felt great. He eventually tried the one he normally used and made it seem comfortable so they could move on to the next lesson. She nodded when she was satisfied that he had found a comfortable position before she placed the white ball on the table "Now lean forwards and do the normal position you would use when shooting" she said before stepping back to look at his posture.Frowning, she walked back and started moving his arms and back "Now relax. It does no good if you're tense. Your aim will be off" she nearly whispered next to his ear as she kept adjusting his shoulders, arms and upper body. Dane smiled when she placed the ball on the table. She told him to lean over as if about to shoot. He tensed up as if he was nervous. He then bent over the table. A few moments later she was next to him again. She told him to relax. He loosened up as she said and let her move his shoulders, arms, and body. Her hands felt nice on him. Her breath also felt nice on his ear. After she finished adjusting his stance, he took the shot and made it a good one. "Hmmm getting better I see..." she almost purred against his ear before she moved away, her hips swinging enticingly. She grabbed the triangle and leaned against the table as she arranged the balls, giving him another good view of her cleavage. As she finished her eyes met his and a sexy smile appeared on her lips as she straightened and moved away "Alright. I want to see what you make do of the balls. Go ahead and take your shots. I'll stop you and maybe give a tip or two if you need it." Dane smiled as she seemed to purr in his ear. She walked away. He watched her hips swing. His cock hardened even more beneath his pants. She set up the balls and he placed the cue ball back on the table. As she set up the balls, he got a good view of her cleavage again. Their eyes met when she finished and she gave him a sexy smile that seemed like she was teasing him. She told him to take his shots. He bent over the table and lined it up. He nailed the break, sending one solid and one striped ball. He quickly claimed solids by sinking another shot. He still made it look like luck though. He stopped her from getting suspicious by missing his next shot. He gave her a smile. "Seems like you are a great teacher. Smart and sexy, those are two great traits in a woman. Your turn now." "You're quite the charmer" she said in an amused voice as she grabbed the cue stick and moved around, watching the angles and available shots to her. Aly gave the table a complete circuit before leaning forwards "Come here Dane... Care to show me whats wrong with my posture?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she watched him. Dane smiled as she looked around the table and checked the angles. He already saw the best show for her to take. When she finally picked it, she leaned over it. He was surprised when she asked him to go show her what was wrong with her posture. He gave a smile and walked around the table to her. He saw a few things wrong with her posture, but that was not what was really on his mind. He saw this as his chance.He moved right behind her and leaned over her from behind. His arms went on either side of her and he made some quick adjustments to her posture. "This is probably how you should stand to get the best shot." He spoke softly next to her ear. As he finished adjusting her posture, he let his hips move just enough so that the growing bulge in his pants pressed against her so she could feel it. Aly bit her lower lip and shivered as she felt him move against her. His nearness was all that was in her mind, her nipples now rock hard and her breasts feeling swollen, begging to be touched, her pussy dripping. After he adjusted her posture, she felt his hardness against her butt and rubbed it against him in a playful manner before slowly straightening up and turning around in his arms.Her breath caught as she noticed that with his arms at either side of her, he could press himself against her and she'd have no where to run. Her breath seemed to become heavier, her chest rising and falling in a quicker pattern as she raised her eyes to his "Mmmm good... I don't think I have anything else to teach you though" she said in a soft, slightly breathless voice. Dane felt her rub her body against his bulge. She straightened up and turned around in his arms. He could see her breath heavier and her chest rose and fell quickly. He smiled at her as he looked into her eyes. Her voice was soft and breathless. He liked the effect he had on her. She told him she had nothing left to teach him. He grinned. "Well, there is one thing you can show me still." He looked down at her chest, indicating he meant her breasts. He then pressed against her and started grinding his hardening cock against her. Aly bit back a groan as she felt him press his strong body against her, her breasts mashing against his very solid chest and upper stomach "If you want to see them, then you should just take them and unwrap them yourself" she she said in a teasing voice as she leaned back against the table, making her back arch and press more of herself against him. Dane gave her a sly grin as she told him to 'unwrap' her breasts himself. This night was going even better than he had expected. She leaned back which pressed more of her body against him. He continued grinding his hips against hers and brought his hands back to caress her sides. On one of the times they slid down her body, they went beyond her top. On the way aback up, they slid under the shirt. They moved to the front of her body, sliding up, pulling the shirt up as well.His hands moved over her breasts. They felt quite nice in his hands. He gave them a small squeeze. He then finished pulling off her shirt, her bra with it. He tossed the articles of clothing aside. He then smiled as he took his first look at her naked breasts. "Very nice. Is there anything you want me to show you now, to return the favor for your lessons?" Aly moaned and shivered as she felt his hands on her breasts. His skin felt unbelievably hot against hers, her nipples digging into the palm of his hand. She trembled as he pulled off her clothes from her waist up, her naked torso suddenly feeling cold and vulnerable.Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes all the while looking at his before she slipped it off. Her hands explored his chest and abdomen before she stood on her tip toes to nibble on his earlobe and kiss down his neck, the feeling of her naked breasts pressed against his flesh making her tremble in his arms. Dane smiled at her. She slowly removed his shirt. Once it was off, her hands caressed his chest and abdomen. They felt nice and soft on his skin. When she got as tall as possible to nibble on his earlobe, he bent his head down to make it easier for her. Her lips were great kissing down his neck. His arms wrapped around her. He then quickly lifted her and sat her down on the pool table. He held her close, his hard cock still pressing against her through their clothes. He loved how her breasts felt against his chest. She sighed contentedly as she felt his arms wrap around her. Aly was one of those women that really liked the feel of strong arms around her. Now sitting on the pool table, her hands moved to caress his neck and face as she leaned forwards to kiss him, passion and desire radiating from her.His presence seemed to demand attention and obedience, without it being menacing. She could feel herself melt against him. It had been so long ago that she had pleasurable company and he did seem like a nice guy.Pulling back gently to let them both breathe, she nibbled playfully at his lower lip as her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close to her. Dane was happier with every moment. Aly's hands caressed his neck and face. He was not surprised when she leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss with his own desire and passion. She was graet to hold colse.She pulled back a little to breathe. He felt her nibbling on his lip just as her legs wrapped around him, holding him close. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran along her lips. His arms held her body close, pressing her breasts against his chest. By this point in time his cock felt as if it might tear right through his pants to get free. It pressed hard against her. He let out a soft moan. He spoke softly against her lips. "I want you so badly Aly." Aly bit her lip and moaned against his lips, feeling his hardness throb between their clothing "Wanna get out of here?" she asked quietly, a light blush coloring her cheeks. She really didn't know what was coming over her. Having just met him, she should've been weary of him and, instead, here she was offering herself to him.Trying to hide her blush, she leaned to nuzzle his chest slowly. Dane grinned as she asked if he wanted to get out of there. She was blushing and he kissed her cheek. He was a little surprised about how easy it had been. He would definitely have to try this again some time. She leaned in and nuzzled again his chest. He leaned close to her ear. He spoke softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think right here is just fine. I don't think I could move from this spot if I tried. Anyway, you say you come here to relax. That means you play pool fairly often. Haven't you ever fantasized about being fucked on a pool table? Let me fulfill your fantasy." As he finished speaking, he nibbled on her earlobe. She shivered as she felt his breath fall on her skin. Things low on her body tightened at his suggestion to fuck her on the pool table but she shook her had at him. "You're gonna have to work harder to get that" she said with a small smile as she quickly turned her head to steal a kiss from his lips. He grinned as she told him he would have to work harder to get to fuck her on the pool table. She quickly kissed him and his grin turned into a smile, then back into a grin as he came up with an idea. He pulled back a little and looekd at her. "Ok Aly. I have a little wager for you. We will play a game of pool. Every time one of us sinks a ball, they get to make the other one do whatever they want. Is it a deal?" Aly looked at him suspiciously, "Now why would you make that wager? Are you that confident in what i taught you or where you pulling my hair from the beginning?" she asked as she unwrapped her legs from his waist. Then again, she figured she was horny enough that even if he had been lying from the beginning, she could give him a good fight and still get his company, for the night at the very least. "You're on" Dane grinned as she questioned the wager. He gave a small smile and back off after she released him. She agreed to the wager and his grin widened. "Well, I am confident in my abilities. Hopefully I'll be able to do well enough to get you to do a few things for me. Let's play nine ball style though, but with the full fifteen. You must hit the lowest number ball first, colour does not matter, just sinking balls." He then went and set up the balls with the one ball at the top of the triangle to be hit first. "Feel free to break." She slowly got off the table, her breasts jiggling when her feet touched the floor. Biting her lower lip, she leaned forwards and kissed his neck "You know... Even if youarepulling my hair on this... I don't think I care enough to be mad" she said with a chuckle before she moved away to grab a cue stick. Leaning forwards and resting her big breasts on the table, she sank two balls on the break and another before she missed.Grinning, she held the cue stick in front of her, a part of it seeming to disappear between her breasts. "Hmmm that's three instructions. First, get naked" she said with a mischievous smile, sitting on the leather couch to watch. Dane grinned as he watched her hop off the pool table. Her breasts jiggled nicely. She came close to him again. She then leaned in to kiss his neck and tell him she probably didn't care enough to be mad if he was better than he'd appeared to be all night. He smiled and nodded. He stepped back from the table as she grabbed a cue stick. as she lined up her first shot her breasts rested on the table. He barely noticed two balls drop into the pockets on the break and a third before she missed her next shot.He looked at her grinning as she stood up and held the cue stick in front of her so that it sat between her breasts. He awaited her instructions for him. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from her. He was not surprised though, when her first instruction was for him to get naked. She went to sit on one of the couches. He stood in front of her and started doing a little dance for fun. He turned around facing away from her. He then started pulling down his pants and boxers at the same time. He bent over at the bottom and removed his sock and shoes as well. He kicked everything inside and was now completely naked. He finally turned to face her, revealing his hardened cock. He smiled at her on the couch, "What next?" She bit her lip as she watched his body slowly being revealed. Once he was done, she licked her suddenly dry lips and stood up. Giving him a sexy smile, she circled him, watching him from every angle. A few times her hand would move forwards, her fingertips running down his abdomen, back or butt. Stopping in front of him, she bit her lip again and asked "What do you really want to do, right this minute?" she asked as she brushed a few bangs away from her face, feeling the bun held by the chopsticks slowly get looser. Dane simply stood there as Aly got up and started circling him. Every time she reached out to touch him, his smile widened. Her hands were soft and warm. He looked at her biting her lip as she stopped in front of him. Unexpectedly, she asked him what he really wanted to do. He grinned. "Nope, that is not the game. Right now you get to tell me to do two things. Then I get to take my shots. You will find out what I want after I make those shots, not before. It should be fairly obvious what I want though." Aly chuckled at his response as she sat back on the couch and watched him "Hmmm second order then. I think I want a proper lap dance. I want to see how that great body of yours can move." she said before leaning back and grinning "And petting of the costumer is encouraged." she added with a twinkle in her eyes as she watched him. Dane smiled as she sat back on the couch. He awaited his next instruction. When she asked for a lap dance, he was a little surprised. However, he would do his best. He noted her suggestion about petting the customer. He slowly danced toward her, swaying his hips. He then stood in front of her, dancing as sexily as he could. He made sure she got a good view of his cock. Every so often he ran fingers along her skin, up her sides or up her chest, over her breasts. He watched her for any feedback on how he was doing. He moved even closer to her and danced, now with his hands constantly on her, caressing and rubbing her body. Aly tried not to grin like a little girl who had discovered that Christmas had come early. Her eyes traveled over his body as he moved, getting visibly more excited as he touched her. Her hands moved over his thighs, resting at his hips for a minute to feel them move under her small hands before continuing over his ribs and chest. As her hands moves to go down his back, she leaned forwards to catch one of his nipples between her lips, giving it a small flick with her tongue and a little suck before she kissed the middle of his chest and pulled away.With her hands now resting on his butt, slowly kneading the flesh, she kissed his lips "That was excellent. I think I'm going to hold that last order for later though... Go ahead and take your turn" she said as she watched him, her eyes filled with lust and desire. Dane smiled as he felt Aly reach out to touch his body. When she leaned forward she caught him by surprise. He had not expected her to lick and suck his nipple, if even a little. She puleld away, but her hands were still on his ass. They felt nice. She gave him a kiss on the lips and he smiled again.As she said she would keep her third command for later, he thought for a moment and decided that would be fine. She looked into her eyes and saw the lust and desire there. He knew exactly how she felt, because he felt the same way. He nodded and moved to the table. He picked up a cue stick and quickly lined up his shot. He sank two with one shot. As he lined up his next he looked at her. He noticed how much she wanted him. He decided that she would probably come up with things much more pleasurable that he possibly could. He missed his next shot on purpose.He smiled at her and walked over to her. "For my first command, I want you naked now as well. Everything off, in a way that is pleasing to the eyes. I will give you my second command after you are completely naked." He grinned and sat down, waiting for the little show. She bit her lip and watched as he got ready to shoot, his butt looking delectable. She heard two ball sink in before he missed and moved towards her. After hearing his first command, she gracefully got up and waited for him to sit before saddling his legs. Grabbing his hands, she slowly slid them down her ribs, barely touching the swells of her breasts, moving them up her back painfully slow before she made him cup her large tits. Leaving his hands there, she leaned to nibble and suck her way down his neck, giving special attention to the bend where his neck met his shoulder before slowly getting up, his hands sliding off of her as if he didn't want to let her go.Smiling, she started moving her hips to a silent beat, her hands teasing him as they traveled along her body and grabbed her breasts as she turned to give her back to him. Unbuttoning her pants, she carefully slid them down her hips and legs before stepping out of them. She stayed bent at the waist, her hands holding her ankles as she gave him time to admire her ass encased in red lacy boy shorts, before she straightened and moved to him again. Taking his hands and hooking his thumbs on the fabric, she wiggled her ass and moved them down, taking the undergarment with them.Sitting across his lap, she kicked the panties aside before she wrapped her arms around his neck "Done. What would you like next, Master?" she asked with a giggle Dane sat on the couch and watched as Aly got up to start stripping for him. She moved to straddle him and he grinned. He let her take his hands and move them along her body. When she placed them on her berasts, he rubbed softly. He loved how her lips felt on his skin. When she got up, his hands followed her body until they slid off of her. He gripped her nipples for a moment as a last ditch effort to keep his grip.His eyes were glued to her as she started to sway. She teased him by playing with her own body. She finally started removing her pants. she stayed bent over and he stared happily. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. When she moved to him he smiled at her hokking his thumbs onto the fabric of her panties. She fianlly got rid of the panties, giving him his first view of her completely naked body. She was gorgeous.She sat in his lap and he let out a horny growl. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled as she asked what was next. He knew what he wanted, but then thought of something. "I want to get this silly game out of the way. Let's get it finished now, then we can just keep our commands and use them whenever and wherever we want. I'll give you my next command once we finish the game. It is your turn now, my sexy pet." Aly giggled as she heard him growl almost possessively. Nodding as he said he would give his command as soon as the game was finished, she reluctantly moved out of his arms and walked to the pool table, grabbing a cue stick before looking intently at the table. She frowned, finding a good shot, but it made the normal position she used to shoot really uncomfortable. Sitting at the edge of the table, she swung the stick behind her back and arched her back to aim, making her breasts stand out even more. After taking the shot and sinking 3 more balls, she missed and leaned against the table, waiting for him to come closer. Once he did, she chuckled and leaned against him, doing her best to distract him with her mouth on his shoulder and neck, her hands caressing his naked back and her own body pressed against his side as she whispered naughty things she'd like to do with him. Dane got up and stood back from the table a little as Aly looked for a shot. She got ready and sat on the pool table. The way she shot really showed off her breasts and he smiled brightly. She sunk three balls, leaving seven on the table. She leaned on the table and he moved close. He took the cue stick from her and kissed her softly.He then found his shot. As he lined it up, she leaned against him. She kissed all over his shoulder and neck. Her hands rubbed his back. His cock twitched a little as her body pressed against his. She whispered all the naughty things she wanted to do. He grinned and his cock dripped precum. He tried hard to focus on his shots. He was able to sink another two, but as he was about to take his third shot, one thing she whispered really distracted him and he missed.He turned to face her and held her in his arms. "Oh my, you are a naughty girl, a dirty, naughty girl. You made me miss. Well it seems you have more commands than I do. There are still five balls left on the table though, plenty of chances, especially if I decide to resort to dirty tricks like you did." Aly chuckled under hear breath as she watched the effect she had on him. It really flattered her that she could be so distracting that he would miss as he obviously wasn't the amateur he had made her believe at the beginning of the night. Nuzzling his chest again, she looked up at him from around his arms and smiled "Mmmm I'd definitely like to see you try" she said as she turned in his arms to look for a shot. Finding one, she bent to take the shot, pushing her butt against him and wiggling it over him as she aimed, his hard cock nestling between her cheeks.. He loved how she nuzzled against him. He grinned as she turned to take a shot. Her ass pressed out against him. He leaned over her. His cock pressed between her ass cheeks. One hand moved over one of her breasts. His fingers found her nipple. His other hand moved to find her clit. He pinched both her nipple and clit at the same time, trying to cause her to miss. Aly whimpered as she felt him move against her. She wanted to move her hips in just the right way so she could feel him nestled between her pussy lips, feeling his warmth on her sensitive skin. His hands moved over her, one teasing her breast and nipple, the other brushing over her clit. She had time to take a shot and sink another ball before his pinching sent a shock through her body, making her miss and moan leave her lips."Meanie" she muttered under her breath as she turned in his arms and sat on the edge of the pool table, wrapping her legs around him and pressing him close to her. Dane watched her sink one shot, but missed the next. She moaned before turning around in his arms. She then got up and sat on the edge of the pool table. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in. Their bodies pressed together tightly. He started kissing her deeply. After a little while he broke the kiss and pulled back just a little. With a grin he looked into her eyes and spoke softly. "Let's finish this game quickly. We can continue this when we are done. Don't you worry, you sexy, horny girl. The game will be done very soon, then you can get what you want."He already knew how the game would end and what he wanted to happen. He could see it playing out in his mind, making his cock twitch. He grabbed a cue stick and looked behind her. He found a shot he could make without even leaving that spot. Even with the awkward position, he made the first shot, knocking two in. He tried to get one of the last two balls in, but missed. He grinned and handed her the cue stick. "See, your turn already, and we are almost done." She moaned as she kissed him, feeling her wet cunt slide along his hot hardness, making her even wetter. As he lined up to make a shot, she carefully leaned back and pressed herself to his body, essentially allowing him to have a better look as she held on to him, looking like a monkey. He shot and pocketed two balls before missing.Grabbing the offered cue stick, she looked over her shoulder for the last two balls. Carefully, she rested her hip on the edge of one side of the table, her elbow in the other, all the while still holding on to him with her legs. Stretching, she aimed, shot and pocketed one ball before straightening and getting down. Giving him a playful peck on the lips, she moved, pulling him gently by the hand, to a spot where she could shoot at the last ball. She rested both of his hands on her hips, leaned forwards, shot and pocketed the last ball before turning around in his arms."Finally! Now, what would you have of me, Master Dane?" she asked as she tried to hold herself still. The urge to just rub herself all over him and roll around on the floor fucking like rabbits was almost overwhelming. Dane smiled as she leaned back. She shot and pocketed one ball. He enjoyed the way she did it too, not letting him go for even a moment. She then got down. She went to line up her last shot while pulling him with her. He grinned happily. He held her by the hips as she lined up her shot. He prepared himself for the end of the game. Before he could do what he'd planned, she turned in his arms again. He still held her by the hips and smiled at her. She asked him what he wanted her to do, calling him master. He laughed a little. She had more commands from the game than he had, but that didn't matter.He didn't say anything. He'd realised how long things could go with her if he didn't waste his commands. He would have to think carefully about each one. For now, he simply stopped and turned her back to face the pool table again. "Would you mind at least pretending you are taking your last shot again." That was all he really said. He stood behind her and pressed his cock against her pussy from behind. He waited for her to pretend to line up a shot. He was sure it was fairly obvious what would happen when she did. She was glad she could make him laugh. Sex and teasing aside, she thought he was having a good time with her. At his request, she smiled. "Of course,amor" Aly replied as she tantalizingly slowly moved to lean against the table. Her butt was the prefect height to rub herself on him, so she did. She leaned against the pool table and he looked down at her sexy body. A moment later he pushed his cock into her cunt. He slowly slid deeper into her. Once buried inside her, he leaned over her shoulder and smiled at her. "Is this what you wanted? My sweet horny pet." That was not a term he usually used, but he decided to have fun with it since she had called him master. He was a little surprised that she had called him amor, but decided not to bother with it. His hands wrapped arund her and started to play with her breasts. Aly groaned low, the feeling of his hot, hard shaft sliding inside of her feeling almost too pleasurable. She grunted gently as she felt him hit her cervix and wiggled her ass, grinding him gently against it."It's exactly what I needed, baby" she said as she bit her lip, feeling him play with her large tits. Dane started to thrust in and out of her hot, wet cunt. She wiggled her ass against him. He smiled at her as she said it was exactly what she needed. He started to suck on her ear lobe. His hands gradually played harder with her tits. His fingers focused more on her nipples. He pinched, pulled, and twisted. He did it hard enough so she could really feel it, but not so hard that it caused a lot of pain. With every thrust into her he pushed harder and deeper. Her back arched as she felt him nibble and suck on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Him pinching on her nipples was really turning her on and making her thrust harder against him, feeling the head of his cock ramming into her and almost fighting to get through her cervix. She knew she'd be very sore tomorrow but, for tonight, she didn't care and settled to enjoy the roughness of it. Dane could feel her body reacting to his in a very positive way. She pushed back against him, sending him harder and deeper into her. His cock slammed into her cunt fully. His balls came forward to slap against her clit with each thrust. He moaned near her ear and started kissing her neck and shoulder hungrily. He kissed up to her cheek and leaned forward to kiss the edge of her mouth as a way of trying to get her to turn her head so he could kiss her fully on the lips. Aly turned to kiss him passionately as he continued to drive himself in her. Her breasts swung erratically under her, every few seconds slapping against each other, the sound ringing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. Her pussy jumped every time his balls slapped against her clit, sending shocks of pleasure throughout her body. Her nails dragged gently over the padding on the pool table as her orgasm started to build rapidly."Deeper Dane..." she moaned as she gripped the edge of the table tightly. Dane moaned as Aly told him to fuck her harder. Her hands gripped the table. He pushed her harder against it. He leaned down against her, pressing her chest against the felt. His cock drove harder and deeper into her. He knew he was close to a big orgasm. Any moment he would cum deep inside her hot, wet pussy. Aly whimpered as she felt him start to lose his rhythm, his cock getting bigger inside of her. "Fuck me, Dane... Cum inside your little pet" she moaned as her pussy clamped down on him and she held on for dear life to the pool table as her legs shook while she orgasmed. She continued to moan as she rested her head on her hands, most of her long hair falling to hide her face as she continued to be raked with waves of pleasure. Dane felt his cock swelling inside her, She cried out for him to fuck her, to cum inside her. Her cunt clenched his cock.She held the pool table, alowing him to slam even harder and deeper into her. A few thrusts later he drove himself fully inside. He moaned loudly as his cock erupted, shooting his seed deep into her body. Her pussy milked his cock dry. When he came down he leaned over her and kissed softly along her shoulder and neck. Groaning gently, Ally collapsed over the pool table, somehow managing to crawl most of her body on top of it before resting on her side. Brushing her hair out of the way, she watched him with a satisfied smile as she regained her breath, her body gleaming lightly in the lights. Dane's cock slid out of her as she crawled up onto the billiards table. She rested there on her side and he smiled at her. She looked gorgous as she lay there. He leaned against the table and his eyes stayed locked on her. With a small grin, he spoke softly. "That was wonderful, and neither of us had to use up a command for it. Let's see here. I believe that you had nine and used two, leaving seven. That means I got six, and used one. I have five left. I don't think we will be able to use them all tonight. I definitely won't. I'm not going to waste them either. I guess I will just have to get a room in the hotel and stay the night in this town." Aly blushed as he watched her, the intensity in his eyes making her squirm lightly. She released a breath she hadn't know she was holding since they had started their flirting. "I'm glad you're gonna stay longer here..." she said in a soft voice as she slowly sat on the table. Her hair fell to caress her breasts, like a light curtain to tease whomever was watching."That was amazing...."She bit her lower lip then as she watched him, wondering what she would feel when he did leave. Pushing the thought away, she stretched to brush her lips against his before moving off to find her clothes. Dane smiled at her. She was gorgeous as she sat with the light shining down on her. She hopped off the table and went to find her clothes. He found his as well and pulled them on. Once dressed he pulled her close to give her a deep kiss. "I'm glad I challenged you to a game. I did lie though, I am better than I pretended to be before. I did it as a way to get to know you." Aly managed to pull her clothes on with slightly shaky hands and legs before he pulled her close. She kissed him with as much passion and desire as she could cram into one kiss, pressing herself against him before pulling gently away to let him speak. She chuckled at what he said and looked at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief "Well maybe I should command you to stay the night with me to make up for it" she said in a playful voice as she walked to the door, her hips swaying with a new energy. Dane noticed the look in her eyes after he spoke. She had something in mind. At her statement of maybe using a command to have him spend the night with her, he grinned, following her to the door. he unlocked it and they left the private room. He tossed the key to the bartender. Luckily the room was soundproof and it seemed they had not been heard. He walked with Aly toward the door. "Maybe you don't need a command. Maybe I should just do it on my own by free will as a way of making up for it." He gave a small wink. Aly grinned at the look the bartender gave them as they walked to the door. At his words, she smiled at him and brushed his hand with hers as they walked to the door, stopping to grab her black leather jacket before they stepped out into the chilly night. "Hmm. Maybe I know this wonderful hotel where we can stay in the best room... free" she said as she chuckled and leaned against her car. Pulling him gently by the cuff of his suit, she pressed him gently against her body, her arms wrapping around his waist again. He felt her hand brush his. It was nice. She grabbed her jacket and they went outside into the night. She said something about a free hotel room. She leaned against what he guess was her car. She grabbed him by the suit and pulled him forward. He grinned as her arms wrapped around his waist. Their bodies pressed together softly. He kissed her softly. "So, a wonderful hotel, and you can get the best room, for free? How, may I ask, do you intend to do that?" She smiled at him and kissed his lips gently, much more tender than the kisses they had shared inside the bar "Well, I could use my womanly charms but... A far quicker way is to tell them that I'm the vice-president of the chain in this area of the country" she said as she carefully arranged the neck of his shirt. "Do you have a car or prefer to ride with me?" Her kiss was soft and tender, sweet on his lips. He was very surprised as she explained about being vice-president of a hotel chain. She did it casually while adjusting his collar. She then casually asked him if he had a car or wanted to ride with her. He looked at her for a moment, then smiled. "I'll ride with you. Much easier than trying to follow you." This night was turning out better than he'd ever expected. She nodded gently and bit back the urge to kiss him again. "Ummm go around, I'll open the door" she said as she gave him a not so convincing half smile before turning to open her door.Grrr... Bad!Bad!.... Can't get involved. He probably just wants a few days of fucking and be done with that...she thought to herself as she opened their doors and got in, strapping herself before turning on her car. After he was inside and strapped in, she pulled out of the parking and headed for the Ritz on Elm Street. Dane smiled and moved around the car and hopped in. Her smile had looked a little strange, but he did not think much of it. He buckle up and could not have stopped smiling for anything. He was very pleased with how things were going. He was a lucky guy. She was gorgeous, king, and full of passion. Part of him was even considering what life might be like if he setlled down and took life more seriously. He could get a job with his father's company and work anywhere he wanted. It would probably be nice being with Aly seriously, but the rest of his mind told him that she had probably just been looking for what he had at the bar. When they arrived at the hotel he was very surprised. He was barely able to say anything. What he did say came out slowly. "You are the vice president of THIS hotel chain?" Aly balked "Ummm well, if you don't like it we can go somewhere else... There's other hotels close by" she said with a worried tone as she stopped in her tracks and and started fiddling with her hair, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to get rid of. Dane looked at her and smiled. Her response and her face seemed nervous. She fiddled with her hair and he grinned. He moved up next to her and wrapped and arm around her. He kissed her softly to comfort her. He then explained. "There is nothing wrong with this, in fact, it is great. The thing is, I just never expected to meet someone who ran places this good. You just surprised me." She watched as he came closer and wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. Aly mock pouted at him, trying to stop the soft smile that showed on her lips a few seconds later. Relieved, she stole a kiss from him before guiding him to the front desk. Smiling, she greeted the receptionist by name and after just a few minutes, had the presidential suite ready for them. Giving her thanks, she chuckled as he looked around and led him to the elevator, swiping the special card she had been given to reach their floor. As the elevator moved, she leaned against one of its walls watching him with a small smile on her lips. Dane grinned as she stole a kiss. He followed her inside to the desk. He watched as it took only a few minutes to set up the presidential suite. She led him to the elevator and then swiped a special card in the elevator to access their floor. He leaned against a wall for a moment and looked at her. The part of him wishing to pursue an interest in her was still pushing toward that, but the rest of him was even more worried now. There was no way a girl like her was interested in more than just getting sexual release from him for a while, then getting rid of him. He also knew that if he went after her now, after learning of this part of her life, it would seem as if he was just after money or luxury.He could not handle waiting any longer, just a few floors up he lost it. He moved over to her and started to kiss her deeply. He pressed her against the wall of the elevator, their bodies together. Aly's smile turned into a frown of worry as she watched a peculiar expression cross his face; a cross between worry and..sadness? She was just about to ask what was wrong when he moved against her and kissed her. She moaned gently into the kiss, feeling herself getting pressed between the wall and his warm, hard body. Kissing him passionately, she almost dragged him out of the elevator when it reached their floor. Pulling away to breathe, she chuckled and moved to his side, allowing him to see where they'd be staying. Dane held the kiss until they reached their floor. The elevator made a noise and the doors slid open. Aly pullled him into the room. He went with her. She pulled away to breathe. She moved to the side and he got his first look at the room. It was amazing. It was like an apartment, but more luxuriously furnished than any he'd seen. He smiled. "It is great." A moment later he felt even worse. After seeing this he realised there was no way he could get a girl like her. He was quite sure now that she was just using him for a good time." She was happy he seemed to like it so much. As she watched his face fall, she gently grabbed his hand. "Dane? What's wrong? What happened?" she asked with a worried tone as her hand reached to caress his cheek in a gentle manner as her eyes flied over his face, trying to see if she could find any clue as to what was wrong in his expression. Dane looked up as Aly asked what was wrong. Her hand caressed his cheek. It felt nice, but he didn't know what to think any more. He moved into the room and plopped down on a couch. He sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing here Aly. Part of me really, really likes you and would like to see what might come of this, but there is no way you would have a guy like me. You could have any guy you wanted. You are beautiful, sucessful, and in everyway, perfect. I am a liar. I could have had a job like the one I described, but I declined my father's offer and decided to travel around having fun. I am a pool shark. I go to pool halls in various towns and win money off of people. that is my entire life. I threw away my years of work to get a degree, it is sitting on a shelf at home. I don't deserve to even be in the same room as you." Aly frowned and sat next to him on the couch. She heard him as he talked, afraid of touching him in case it would upset him more. Once he was done though, she moved close to him "Hush. Don't say such nonsense. I'm a woman not a Goddess for you to call me perfect or describe me in that manner." she said before sighing and looking a little sad. "I wish I could've made a decision like yours. I may be successful professionally now but I don't remember most of my university years, or having any kind of fun at all. No friends or anything..." shaking her head she grabbed his hand, rubbing his knuckles gently with her thumb. "You may have lied, but I didn't agree to give you pool lessons because of your job, or kissed you because you were bad at pool. I didn't bring you here because I thought you'd leave. I was actually hoping to change your mind about that." she said with a smile before resting her head on his shoulder, lacing her fingers around his "I like you. And I'd really love it if you stayed and see what comes of this." Dane did not look up for a while as Aly started to speak. First she told him she was not as great as he said. He completely dissagreed with that, but continued listening.As she spoke she eventually took his hand in hers, rubbing it softly. The more she spoke, the better he started to feel. His frown slowly dissapeared. As she finished speaking, her head leaned against his shoulder. Her fingers became intertwined with his. As she said shewould like him to stay and see what came of it, he finally started to smile. His head turned and he softly kissed her. He then spoke softly. "Thank you for not thinking badly of me. Also, you may not be a goddess, but I think you are the closest thing we have on this planet." She bit back a smile as he kissed her, the tenderness in it making her sigh gently. His comment made a light blush appear over her tanned cheeks. With a chuckle she stood up and pulled gently at his hand "Come on, Master Dane... I think after our little pool lessons a bath is in order." Slowly she moved away, allowing her fingers to slip from his as she moved to the bathroom. Reaching the big bath tub, she opened some of the taps, getting the temperature just right before she started slipping out of her clothes. Dane saw her blush before she stood up. He took her hand and got up, follwing her into the bathroom. He entered behind her and watched as she got the water ready. When she started to take her clothes off, he started removing his as well. Once the were both naked he pulled her into his arms. He held their bodies together as he leaned in to kiss her passionately for a long moment. When he finally groke the kiss again he still held her close. He spoke quietly and looked at the tub filling up. "So, shall we get in? The water looks nice." Aly leaned her head back to kiss his lips, her hands falling on top of his around her waist, holding her close to his body. She shivered, the line if his body feeling strong, warm and big pressed against her petite frame. Grabbing his hand, she carefully got inside the tub. Once they were both sitting comfortably inside, she moved to sit between his legs, curling on her side against him, nuzzling his cheek "I'm glad you decided to stay..." she whispered against his skin Dane smiled and slid into the water with her. They got nicely settled. Once settled, she moved close. She got settled between his legs. She curled up and he softly caressed her. The water was nice and having her cuddled up against him was even nicer. She nuzzled his cheek and he heard her whisper she was glad he'd decided to stay. He kissed her head softly a few times before whispering back. "I'm glad I stayed too." Aly sighed happily, almost purring in his arms as he caressed her skin, allowing her to relax as she hadn't in many years. She loved being in his arms like this, the feeling of him so warm pressed against her skin and his arms around her... it made everything feel right, somehow. Closing her eyes, enjoying his nearness, she felt him kiss her head a couple of times and whisper he was glad he stayed too."I'm curious though. What did you do your degree on?" she asked as she raised her hand to caress his cheek, her lips leaving soft butterfly kisses along his jaw. As they cuddled, Dane relaxed. It was very nice being there like that. She asked him what his degree was on and he continued caressing her softly as he answered. "My father is a big businessman. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps. So, I went to school and got a business degree. After that, I decided to turn down my father's job offer. I already said the rest. I'm wondering how you got a job as vice-president of this hotel chain." Nodding, she nibbled at his earlobe before grabbing a loofah sponge and pouring some body wash in it. Carefully, she started to wash his neck and chest "Well, my father was the advisor to the president of another district. The Caribbean, to be exact. That's how he met my mother." she said with a smile as she asked him to stand up and continued to wash his front, careful to be gentle with his soft member and testicles "He raised me to follow him into the business. Got into college early, managed to finish my master's before i hit 22 and well... here I am" she said with a smile as she turned him around gently and washed his back. Once she had finished, she pulled the retractable shower head and rinsed him clean before starting to wash herself. Dane smiled as Aly started to wash him with a sponge. She started high and began telling him of how she had got that job. When she asked him to stand, he did. He let her wash all over his body. She was tender with his sensitve areas. When she told him she'd got her masters by age 22, he was surprised. She rinsed him off and started to wash herself. He started helping her wash and smiled. "So, a masters degree by 22. You must be a genius then. You are a beautiful, sexy genius. Are you sure you want me around?" He grinned and laughed a little, trying to make sure she knew he was joking. she'd made it clear earlier that she wanted him around still. Aly loved the way his hands felt as they washed her. as he talked and washed her she chuckled " A genius? Nah. Lets just say I had a very strict tutor and a father who wanted me in the business before I got too interested in partying and spending time with the few friends I had. But... If you want me to dress up as a genius, I'm sure I can find some glasses somewhere." she said with a grin as she leaned to kiss him slowly, the kiss turning deeper as she turned in his arms and pressed herself against him, her arms going around his waist and slowly caressing her way up his strong back "But you... I don't think even a genius could keep her focus around you" she said as she gently broke the kiss to look into his eyes. Dane grinned and laughed about her comment of dressing as a genius. He smiled and returned her kiss. The kiss deepened. They pressed their bodies together and his arms wrapped around her as her's went around him. She caress his back. He looked down at her as she started talking about him. It was a very nice compliment. they gazed into eachothers eyes. He had a bright smile on his face. He slowly sank back into the water, pulling her with him. as he did, his eyes never left hers. They were very beautiful. the part of him that wanted to be with her started making even more stong arguments for that idea. Aly was glad to see such a big smile on his face. Between kisses and the feel of his arms around her, they slipped back into the same position they were in before, her cuddling in his arms. They kept lightly kissing and caressing each other as time passed by.After almost half an hour more, she shivered. The water was already cold. Brushing her lips against his, she gently pulled him with her out of the tub and wrapped a big, fluffy towel around them, gently drying him before she did herself. Walking over to the big bed, she pulled off the chopsticks holding her hair, feeling its silkiness brush her back as it fell to hide her back from his view, yet almost accentuating her rear. Sliding under the covers, she settled comfortably before patting the spot next to her with a smile, a silent invitation. Dane was happy as they returned to the way they had been, now clean. They kissed and caressed for while. He could definitely get used to this. After a while the water was getting cold. Aly shivered in his arms and then turned to lightly kiss his lips. She got up and pulled him with her. He pulled up the plug as they went. He smiled at the warm towel.They walked toward the large bed. She removed the chopsticks from her hair. It cascaded down her back. It covered her soft skin from his view, but really drew his eyes to her ass. She slipped into bed and he grinned. As she patted the spot next to her he climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers right next to her. He leaned over and kissed her softly. The bed was soft and warm. It would definitely be a nice night. Moving a little, she managed to close the small distance between them and snuggled in his arms, her head resting on his chest. She really liked the way it felt to lay next to him under the soft, warm covers. It was very different from having the bed to herself, with only her own warmth to feel. Laying a soft kiss on his chest, her fingertips gently traced patterns along his torso, while the strong beat of his heart sounded in her ears and traveled along her cheek.After some time, her hand moved to his, intertwining their fingers together as she brought them from under the sheets, their fingers starting to play lightly with each other. Dane enjoyed how affectionate Aly was. She snuggled in against him again and he kissed her softly. Feeling her close was great. Her lips were soft on his chest. Her fingers tickled him a little, but also felt good.After a while their hands met and their fingers meshed. They started to tenderly play with eachother. He kissed her head softely and brushed his cheek against her soft hair. Being with her felt sweet. He freed one hand from hers to start caressing her. She smiled as she felt him nuzzle her head. It felt so nice to cuddle with him like this, so natural, as if they fit together, and not having to make it sexual. While feeling his hand slowly caress her, Aly kissed her way up his chest and over his neck so her face could lay next to his. She smiled softly as her hand gently graced its way up his body to caress his cheek, her light brown eyes looking into his blue ones."Dane..."She whispered his name, as if savoring it, her eyes watching his, noting the curve of them, how the soft light of the table lamp still on hit his irises and reflected the light back, how he smelled, how his touch felt on her skin and how his body felt against hers. It was a good feeling as they cuddled together. He loved being near her in that way. She kissed up his chest and up his neck. His hand ran through her hair as hers caressed his face. He looekd into her pretty eyes and his smile brightened even more when he heard her whisper his name. He rolled to his back and pulled her so she lay on top of him. His other hand slipped out of hers and both wrapped around her back. One ran through her hair as the other softly caressed ber back. He lay his head back and continued to look into her beautiful eyes. Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers travel through her hair, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as he rolled them on the bed. She smiled down at him before she sighed and closed her eyes, his caresses running down her back making her shiver, her nipples hardening and goosebumps appearing on her skin. Leaning forwards, she kissed him deeply, her hair sliding around their heads to hide the rest of the world from view, making the moment more intimate. Dane smiled happily and saw her eyes close. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest. He let her press his head back into the pillow and ruturned her kiss. Her hair blocked everything but her from view. He could feel his cock start to harden beneath her. He pulled her tighter against him and deepened their kiss. They stopped only to breathe, and then he presed the kiss agaisnt her lips again. Aly moaned gently against his lips as she felt him get hard under her, his hardness poking her thigh each time it pulsed and grew bigger, slowly making its way to her pussy, making her wetter. Feeling him pull her closer against him sent more shivers down her spine, their kiss deepening as her hands moved to either side of his head, running her fingers through his hair."Take me" she said in a soft voice, having pulled just an inch away from him, their lips brushing as she talked. He could feel his cock poking against her leg as it grew harder. Soon it was pressing against her pussy lips. As it did he felt her dampening. Her hands went to the sides of his head and he moaned softly into the kiss. Her lips brushed agaisnt his as she asked him to take her. He could not deny her since he wanted it as well. He lifted her hips up. With one hand he placed his cock beneath her. He lowered her down and then started slowly pulling her down onto him. As he did, he kissed her passionately. She bit her lip as she felt the tip of him pressing against her wet pussy lips, making her squirm. His hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly as he positioned himself before guiding her down on his hardness, feeling its deliciously slow ascent inside of her, her flesh parting to allow him room inside. Aly groaned gently into the kiss and started moving her hips slowly against him, though most of her attention was on his hands and his face. Dane slowly slid his length into her. Soon she was laying on top of him with his shaft buried inside. She started to move her hips against him and he smiled. He slowlt thrust up and down. The effect was mostly just moving their hips together, but it felt good. He kissed her passionately and enjoyed the feeling of her hands on him. He was definitely starting to fall for this girl. Being with her was the best feeling he'd had in a very long time. Aly groaned gently into the kiss, pulling away slowly to press her face against his neck as she moved on on him, nibbling the sensitive skin lightly. She kissed down to his collarbone, where she teased the skin with her tongue, lips and teeth before resting her hands on his chest and slowly sitting on him, feeling the sheets slide down her back to pool at their waists. Lifting her hands to brush her long hair over one of her shoulders, she continued grinding into him, every once in a while, jumping a little, impaling herself on his cock as her breasts swung sensually, her back arched, soft moans escaping her lips. Dane became more and more excited as she nibbled and kissed along his neck. He leaned his head down and started nibbling softly on the area where her neck and shoulder met. His hips thrust harder up. She continued to grind down on him. He moaned softly. She did something he had not expected. She jumped a little and came down on him hard. Every time she did, her brests swung above his chest. He let out louder moans. She was bringing him more pleasure than he'd ever imagined he might have with her. He let go of her hips, allowing her to control her own hips. His hands slipped between their bodies and started to rub her berasts. Aly heard his moans and looked down at him just as she felt his hands leave her hips and touch her breasts. His fondling made her rhythm quicken, her body determined to bring him the most pleasure it could. Taking one of his hands, she silently dragged his nails gently over her butt cheeks, showing him what effect it had on her as her pussy tightened around him. Giving him a brief smile at his reaction, she hung her head, her eyes closed in concentration as she tried to hold off her own release back until he was ready to let his overtake him. Dane rubbed her soft breasts and kissed her neck. He loved how her pace quickened on him. She took his hand and he let her run it over her ass. As she did, her pussy tightened. He grinned and started to use that hand to rubb and lightly squeeze her ass while the other stayed on her breasts, playing with her nipples. He felt a climax quickly building inside him now from her pussy squeezing him and her faster movements. Soon he was right on the edge, moaning into her neck. Any moment he would cum. She could tell by the way his body moved that he was close. Turning her head, she sucked and nibbled on his earlobe. "Let it go, baby. Let me feel your pleasure fill me" she whispered in his ear as her won rhythm started to falter, her hips rising and falling over him as if with a mind of their own, their only objective to feel him spill himself inside of her. She gently moved her body so she could run her fingers through his hair again, her own falling to hide the rest of the room again, her eyes never leaving his, wishing to watch his expression change as he went over the edge. Dane's hips started to thrust wildly up into her hot cunt. He heard her whispering for him to release and let her feel it. Her fingers ran through his hair while hand hadns still played with her breasts and ass. He looked up into her eyes. His breathing quickened and his heart pounded in his chest. A moment later he lost it. He moaned her name and thrust fully into her. His cock swelled and released, sending a spray of his cum up inside her body. His hands gripped her tight. She bit her lip, her hips virtually flying up and down his cock until she felt him swell inside of her. The way he moaned her name, his hands still fondling her breast and butt cheek as the first spurt of his cum entered her body made her shout his name loudly in almost a scream as she came violently, her body shaking and buckling against him, wanting to feel him deeper, to milk every single drop of his juice inside of her hot center and hold it there.Her body continued to be raked with aftershocks and mini orgasms minutes after her release, her gaze turning soft and loving as she watched the pleasure reflected in his face. He felt her go wild as she reached her orgasm. He loved how she shouted his name. He body gripped him tightly. She shook and her cunt milked him dry. Even as they came down from their climaxes she spasmed and gripped him. He was filled with pleasure. He smiled softly at her and kissed her happily. She was absolutely amazing. If she hadn't denied him saying so so much earlier, he would have been certain he wasn't even close to being good enough for her. Kissing his lips with tenderness, she rested her body on top of his, carefully positioning herself so they'd both be comfortable and he wouldn't slip out of her. Her face moved to press itself gently against his neck. "Stay with me Dane" she muttered gently as her eyes started to flutter closed, her body completely relaxed on top of his, a soft smile on her lips as she drifted off to sleep. Dane was happy in her arms. She rested on top of him in a way that he remained inside her while they relaxed. It was very comfortable. She pressed her head against his neck and he smiled at her. When she spoke softly, telling him to stay, he kessed her head. He spoke quietly as she fell asleep. "Don't worry Aly. I'm not going anywhere." He meant it, he wasn't going to leave her side any time soon. He lay there with her on top of him and let himself fall asleep. Some hours later, Aly stirred and slowly blinked away the sleepiness as a ray of late morning light wiggled its way between the heavy drapes and lit her eyes, making her flinch for a moment before she looked away. Her eyes met with Dane's sleeping form, still slightly under her own body, his face looking peaceful as he slept. Holding her hair away, she leaned to kiss his forehead before carefully moving out of the bed. Taking the phone with her, she headed for the bathroom. After ordering room service and taking a shower, she slipped into a fluffy bathrobe before sitting on a sofa and grabbing a book to read. Dane woke when he felt a kiss on his forehead. He lay in the warm bed for a while even as Aly got up. It was soft and he was still a bit tired. He heard the shower on in the bathroom. As he heard the door open he looked up and saw her in a bathrobe, moving to sit on a sofa. She was absolutely beautiful. He slowly sat up and climbed out of bed. He walked over to the couch and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek over her shoulder. He then smiled at her. "Good morning, beautiful." As she was reading, Aly felt warm arms wrap around her, a second later she felt him lean and kiss her cheek, making her smile. "Good morning to you, handsome. How was your sleep?" she asked as she leaned against his chest and closed her eyes, feeling the weight of his arms on her chest. Brushing her lips along the upper inner part of his arm, she moved upwards until she could give him an upside down kiss, her back arching and making the robe open slightly over her breasts. Dane looked down at the beautiful girl. As she asked how he slept he kissed her cheek again. She leaned against his chest and then kissed his arm. She moved to kiss him upsode down. He smiled and kissed her. As he did his eyes got a good view of her chest. Her bathrobe opened slightly and he got a ncie look at her breasts. He pulled back slightly and grinned. "MMMM stay sexy, I think I will shower quickly before we do anything else." Aly chuckled, feeling his gaze and the cool air in the valley between her breasts. "Sure. Breakfast should be here in about ten minutes." she said as she lifted herself up enough to reach his lips again. Sighing gently, she seemed to melt back into the seat. "Damn, you have me now. I don't think I'll ever have enough of those lips of yours, baby" she said with a chuckle. Dane smiled. Breakfast sounded good. He was hungry. She kissed him again and he returned the sweet kiss. When she sat back down he stood up. As she spoke his smile brigtened even more. He walked very happily to the bathroom. As he reached the door he turned back to her. "You have me now too. Being near you feels too good to stop any time soon." With that he entered the bathroom and went into the shower. He washed quickly before getting out, drying off, and putting on a bathrobe of his own. He left the bathroom just as breakfast arrived. She blushed as she heard him say she had him too. With a big smile on her face, she settled down to continue reading until, a couple of minutes later, she hear a soft knock on the door. Getting up and rearranging her robe, she opened the door. After all the food was inside, she left a big tip and closed the door behind her. Frowning as she remembered that neither of them had any clean clothing available, she phoned the service desk, explaining her problem. Just as Dane left the bathroom, a new knock came from the door. Stopping to kiss his lips, she opened the door for a concierge, sporting a small bag in his hands. "Dane? Do you mind letting Mr. Shaw measure you before breakfast? He'll help us have some clothes to use when we decide to leave the room." she explained as she handed a very smiley room service attendant her clothing and walked around picking up his. As Dane left the bathroom he saw the food there. It smelled great. he could already feel his stomach growling. Aly opened the door for another hotel employee. He kissed her softly and smiled. The man at the door had a bag in his hands. Aly went and took their clothes to him and asked if he would let the man measure him. He shrugged and made sure the bathrobe as tied tightly. He then asked the man where to stand. He smield at Aly as the other man started taking measurements. "This has been great Aly. Thanks for everything so far. I will have to do something to repay you for all you've done for me." Aly shook her head "There's nothing to thank me for. In fact, I'm being selfish. I'm not about to let other women see you naked and try to steal you away" she said with a wink. The concierge chuckled, put everything away and left, telling them that their clothes would be sent up in an hour. Thanking the man, she closed the door before walking towards Dane and wrapping her arms around his waist, nuzzling the robe until it opened enough for her skin to touch his chest. Dane grinned and laughed a little as Aly told him she was actually being selfish. After the consierge left he watched her close the door. He closed the distance to her and her arms wrapped around his waist. One of ihs wrapped around her waist, the other around her upper back. She moved until the robes opened enough for her to press against the skin of his chest. He smiled at her and kissed her softly. When he broke the kiss he looked into her eyes and decided to ask something they needed to think about. "So, any ideas of how we are going to use the commands we still have?We should think about those......later, definitely much later. For now, I think I know what you want." He winked at her and kissed her again. Aly chuckled and brushed her lips over the soft, warm skin of his chest. Standing on her tip-toes, she returned his kiss deeply, feeling his arms around her. Chuckling as he winked, she kissed his lips then the tip of his nose "Oh really? What do I want?" she asked with a playful voice. She never wanted to let him go. A piece of her mind was already begging her to tell him just how much she wanted him near her for a long time. He looked into her eyes as she kissed his lips, then his nose. Her hand caressed his chest and he pulled her closer. She asked what she wanted and he grinned. He lifted her and spun her around a little. He then brought her over to the cart with the breakfast. He was hungry for two things. He decided to try dealing with both at the same time. He grinned at her again. "Come with me and let me handle everything for now. I've got a nice idea that I think will be nice." She bit back a squeal of surprise as he easily picked her up 'honeymoon' style, which made her blush. No one had ever done that to her before... Chuckling as she noticed where he was taking her she whispered in his ear, her lips brushing over it every once in a while "Ok... I trust you." Aly could tell he wanted to have breakfast off of her body and wondered what exactly he would put along her skin for him to eat. He carried Aly and lay her down on the couch. He then quickly brought over the breakfast trays. He knelt beside her and kissed her softly. One hand slid down her body and opened up her robe to reveal the amazing body. He took some fruit first and trailed it along her body softlybefore feeding her some pieces and eating some himself. After each piece he licked the trail of juice left on her by the fruit.He then moved to the pancakes. He cut them up and considered whether to use the whipped cream on them, but the grinned and decided he would, but in a better way. He put the butter on the first, but too the whipped cream and held it up, showing it to her. He then took the spoon and put large spoonfulls of it on her breasts and just below her belly button. He then took the syrup that was a little warm. He grinned again as he poured it between her breasts. It slid down her body and pooled a little lower. He took the cut up pancakes and then dipped it in the syrup and then got some whipped cream and ate it. "mmmm these are the best pancakes I've ever had." He continued eating them in the same way and fed her some as well. By the time he was finished she still had some syrup and whipped cream on her. Some of the whipped cream had melted and gotten all over her breasts and the surrpunding area, as well as som had reached her pussy. He smiled and kissed her softly. "Now how am I going to clean this up? hmmmm I think I know how." He licked his lips and looked at her sexy body. Aly felt him gently place her on the sofa, where she closed her eyes before she felt him open her robe and slowly trail something cold down her body. As she took a bite of what he was offering her, she found out it was some type of fruit. His warm breath as he licked the trail left by the fruit on her flesh made her nipples harden and her breath catch.She bit her lip as she felt the whipped cream and the warm syrup fall on her skin, wiggling a little as he dipped the pancakes in them before eating it. Opening her eyes as as she heard him talk, she couldn't stifle the shiver that went down her body as she watched the way he looked at her. Dane smiled at her and took another good look at her body that still had some whipped cream and syrup on it. He didn't waste any more time. He leaned down and started to lick the syrup from her belly and lower chest. He then licked up between her breasts to get all of the syrup and make sure she was no longer sticky.He then went to the whipped cream. He started with one of her breasts, licking all over it, slowly getting closer and closer to the nipple where a bit of unmelted whipped cream remained. He took it all into his mouth and then gently sucked on and licked her nipple. He did the same thing with her other breast. He then moved down her body and started cleaning off the area around her pussy where he'd put the third bit of whipped cream. He finally reached her clit and the last bit of whipped cream. He did the same thing with her clit as he did with both nipples. He took the whipped cream into his moth and then sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue against it while it was in his mouth. She giggled gently as she felt him lick his way along her tummy, making her wiggle a little in the sofa. Her breath caught though when he started licking her breasts, teasing her as he cleaned all over and left her nipples for last, making her groan as he suckled and nibbled on them, her back arching off the sofa. Whimpering his name, she felt him do the same to her pussy, her legs opening to give him more room as he started licking her clit making her gasp and moan, one of her hands gently gripping his hair as the other grabbed a fistful of cushion. As he sucked on Aly's clit he felt her hand go to his hair. He smiled for a moment and then sucked harder on her clit. He bit down on it lightly and started to nibble on it. He continued to flick his tongue against it. One hand moved to her body and slid its way slowly up toward her breasts. It reached one and started to play with it gently, slowly focussing more and more on the nipple. Aly whimpered, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter as he played with her sensitive nub. Her breath caught as she felt his hand slide up to play with her nipple, her body shivering at his nearness and the almost overwhelming desire to have his body on top of hers. Running her fingers through his hair again, she moaned gently, her eyes pleading. Dane felt the warm pussy below his face get damper. She tasted great and he loved the feeling of her clit between his lips. Her nipple felt just as good between his fingers. He felt her hand run through his hair. He slowly released her clit from his mouth and looked up at her. He saw the desire in her eyes. standing up, he slipped out of his robe. His cock was already hard and ready for her. With a small grin he asked, "Time to finish your breakfast. How do you want your sausage?" Aly watched as he shrugged off the robe, the move making his muscles move in a delectable way. At his comment, she chuckled "I want it hard, hot and inside my pussy" she said with a laugh as she slipped from the sofa and turned, leaning her upper body on the furniture, her butt moving invitingly from side to side. "How do you want your dessert, lover?" she asked in a husky voice as she looked over her shoulder at him, her hair draping over her back and over her shoulder. Dane looked down at her as she looked at his body. He liked the look in her eyes. At her comment he grinned. His cock was already hot and harn, it just needed to enter her pussy for her to have it the way she wanted it. He watched her get herself in a nice sexy position and wiggle her butt at him. He knelt behind her and leaned forward, kissing her softly. This also caused his cock to press against her pussy. He grinned at her. "I want my dessert hot, wet, and on my cock. Just like it will be in a moment." With that he started to push into her slowly. Aly arched her back to kiss his soft lips, her breath catching as she felt his cock poke her pussy lips gently. Moaning gently at his words she felt him slowly push himself in, loving the feeling as her nether lips spread to allow him passage. Pushing back against him, she felt the last inches go inside, the head of his cock hitting her cervix in a very pleasurable manner. "Mmmm how's that dessert, baby?" Dane pushed himself slowly deeper into Aly's hot, wet pussy. The lips spread open wide to let him inside. She pushed back as he pushed in, causing him to fill her faster. Once completely in her he let out a soft moan. He kissed her cheek as she asked about the dessert. He grinned. "Ohhhh baby, the best dessert I've ever had. How is your sausage?" OOC: Sorry I've taken so long to reply.... let's get this baby on the road again ^_^"Mmmm nice and hard for me..." Aly replied in a low purr before she started moving against him slowly, her tight pussy wet and ready for him to do as he pleased. "Dane? Feel free to do whatever you want with me" she said in a husky voice as she brushed her hair over her shoulder and started rubbing her clit with one hand, while her other was busy tweaking her nipple. Dane started to thrust in an out of Aly's hot, wet pussy. She told him to do whatever he wanted with her. He grinned and started kissing every bit of skin that his lips could come in contact with. She played with her clit and nipple so he focused on fucking her harder and deeper. His hands held her by the hips. He pulled her bac with each thrust forward, driving his cock deep. Aly shivered as she felt his lips on her neck, shoulders and back, making her arch her body more against him in appreciation. Her moans grew louder as he moved deeper against her, his strong grip on her hips making her sometimes grind against him. Moving, she laid most of her torso on the sofa, her torso turned sideways as she pulled him to her. Placing one of her legs over his shoulder, she guided him inside of her again, the new position making him slide against her at a deeper angle and allowing him to play with her breasts and clit. Dane loved hearing her moans. They turned him on even more. Her body arched against him. Then she surprised him by moving and shifting their position. She ended up on her side with a leg on his shoulder. He pushed into her at a deeper angle. Her body was also exposed to him. He smiled down at her. His hands moved to play with her nipples and clit while he fucked her deep. Aly bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, feeling her pussy pulsing gently around his hardness, his hands teasing her sensitive nipples and sending more pleasure throughout her flesh. It was hard to believe they had only met the night before. She felt like she knew every curve, every hard muscle in his body, and she liked it. Her breath caught just at the thought of his hands running through her hair, her face, her body; of his flesh pressed against hers.Her eyes opened to look at him, her gaze softening as her hand moved to caress his cheek gently. Dane loved exploring the sexy girl's lovely body. He hald a steady pace thrusting into her as his hands romaned over her curves, memorising the feel of her. He wanted to know every bit of her. He looked down into her eyes with a big smile. Her hand caressed his cheek softly and he started to thrust harder and deeper into her. He let out a soft moan. She felt wonderful and he felt he would never get bored of her. Groaning gently, Aly could feel Dane move faster inside of her, hitting the end of her deliciously with his cock which, in turn, made her grind her hips even more against him. Carefully, she moved her legs to wrap around his waist, pulling their bodies close, her hands holding on to his back as she leaned to kiss him. A gasp escaped her lips as she orgasmed, moaning his name over and over again in barely a whisper against his lips. Aly held him inside her with her legs. He moaned in pleasure. He thrust in and out as best as he could. She moved so she held him close and kissed him. He returned her kiss with passion. He suddenly felt the change in her body as she reached orgasm. He could hear her moan his name. He smiled and thust as hard as he could. He cunt spasming around his cock was enough to push him to the edge. He could not hold on any longer. A few thrusts later he let out a long moan and pushed as deep as he could. His cock erupted with a spray of his seed deep into her pussy. Sighing softly, Aly felt her body relax and rest against the sofa, her chest rising and falling at a slightly quicker rhythm. Her half closed eyes watched him, a soft smile on her face, as she closed her thighs together to avoid making a mess on the floor. Her fingertips gently brushed his slightly sweaty chest in a soft caress as her breathing returned to normal. As he came down from his climax, his cock slipped out of her pussy. He moved from between her legs which she closed tightly. He smiled at her. He felt her hand caressing his chest. He leaned in to kiss softly all over her face. She seemed like she needed some rest. He got up and lifted her from the couch. He walked over and placed her down on the bed, laying next to her. He leaned over her and kissed her tenderly all over her face. She felt him kiss her and carefully wrap her in his arms, carrying her to the bed, where he placed her gently. Cuddling against him, she stood still as he kissed all over her face before she captured his lips with hers and kissed him tenderly, a hands caressing his neck as the side of her body pressed against his."Looks like we need another shower" she said with a soft chuckle as she sighed softly and snuggled against him, letting her body rest after their love making. "Te quiero" Dane smiled as she got in close to him and kissed him. Her hands caressed him and their bodies were held together. She suggested another shower and he smiled more. Then she said something he did not understand. He looked into her eyes and kissed her softly. "What did you say? Te quiero?" She smiled and nuzzled him "It means I love you... Though a more correct phrase would be 'Te amo' since I love you as more than a friend" she said with a soft chuckle as she nuzzled her face into his warm chest, holding him close to her. "Is it bad that I just want to stay under the covers with you all day?" she asked with a soft laugh as her hands caressed his lower back. He was very happy with her in his arms. He was also happy with her translation of what she'd said. She snuggled into him and he kissed her softly wherever his lips touched her. She asked if it was bad if she wanted to stay in bed all day. He grinned and kissed her more. "I'm sure it is fine once in a while. Don't worry about it today." He got himself in a really comfortable position and rested his head against the top of hers. He spoke softly."Je t'adore beaucoup, ma belle amour." Her eyes opened wide at his words. She didn't know how to speak French, but she knew enough to know what those words meant and just hearing him say it made her heart swell and her body feel warmer and safer in his arms, if that were possible. Not to mention the blush it brought to her cheeks."That's beautiful... can you speak some more?" she asked as she rested her cheek oh his chest, closing her eyes as she held him close. Dane smiled at the happiness showed by her at his language. She asked if he could speak more. He kissed her softly. She relaxed against his chest and he decided to speak a little more French to her. "Oui, je parle francais un peu. Mais pas bien. Je ne parle pas francais en dix ans. Mais, pour toi, je parle la langue d'amour parce'que vous etes m'amour."((spelling may not be right on all the French words, it's been a while since I wrote much in French.)) ((lol no problem... still sounds beautiful to me ^_^))Her lips captured his in a tender kiss before she listened to his beautiful voice. She sighed softly as she heard his voice speak softly, his chest rumbling gently with his words. "What did you say?" she asked curiously as her fingertips gently caressed his toned tummy, her fingers tingling at the softness of his skin. He looked down at her and kissed her head. Her hand caressed him softly. She asked him what he said and he kissed her more. "I said, 'Yes, I speak French a little. But not great. I have not spoke French in ten years. But, for you, I speak the language of love because you are my love.' That's what I said to you." He smiled and kissed her more, softly caressing her. Aly blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her, pressing as much of her small body as she could against him, wishing they could melt together so they'd be even closer. Gently breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against his, her light brown eyes gazing into his blue ones "Te amo. Quiero estar en tus brazos cada minuto del dia. No quiero a nadie mas. Solo a ti." she murmured against his lips as she felt his hands caress her, holding her gently to him. He loved how she tried to get even closer. He smiled happily and kissed her more. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of kissing her and holding her close. When he looked into her eyes, he smiled even more. She spoke more in Spanish and he grinned. "As nice as it is hearing you speak Spanish, I think we should avoid foregin languages so we don't always have to translate for eachother. But you still need to tell me what you just said." She chuckled gently at his words and kissed the tip of his nose "I said 'I love you. I want to be in your arms every minute of the day. I don't want anyone else. Only you'" she said in barely a whisper as she kissed his lips deeply, shivering in his arms. Aly couldn't get enough of him and didn't want this day to end. He smiled at her as she kissed his nose and told him what she'd said. He was very happy at her words. Before he could respond in any way, she was kissing him deeply. He felt her body shaking a little in his arms. He returned her kiss with love and passion and held her close. He pulled the covers over them with one arm, worried that the shivering was because she was cold. He hled her as close as he could to give her his body heat. He then just relaxed and enjoyed being close to her, his eyes closing for a moment. As they kissed, she felt a soft brush along her body, guessing it was the covers. The feel of his body cradling hers on its warm embrace was something she liked loosing herself into. Feeling him relax against her, her hand moved to stroke the hair at the base of his head, her fingertips brushing along his sensitive skin. She was dreading the next day when she would have to go to work and be away from him for a few hours. Pushing the thought away, she sighed softly and relaxed against him, feeling safe in his arms. Dane was calm and happy. He thought about things they would need to do that day. First, he would need to go get his car. He would also call his father and then he needed to decide what he wanted to do with Aly using the points he still had from the game. He also wondered what she intended to have him do for her. The waiting and anticipation was a little fun. He wasn't going to forget about it any time soon. He relaxed with Aly for a while and just thought, kissing her softly every so often. After a while of laying in his arms, an idea crossed Aly's mind. She was still then, letting it take root in her mind. Feeling herself grin, she kissed Dane's lips and stretched, grabbing for the phone. In a hushed voice she asked for a variety of ingredients before stopping to listen at the voice on the other side of the phone. Satisfied, she nodded and thanked whoever was on the other side of the line before hanging up.Looking at his questioning glance, she smiled and gently pulled him to lay his head on her chest, playing with his hair "It's a little something I have planned for later" she answered quietly as she thought on the command she was planning to use later that evening. After a while, Dane was surprised by Aly grabbing the phone. She spoke quietly and he was wondering what she was up to. He looekd at her, confused, hoping she would let him know. She just pulled him so his head was on her chest. Her soft breasts felt nice beneath him. She told him she had something planned for later. He smiled. His hands softly caressed her lovingly.A while later he decided it was time they went to get his car before it got towed awway. He reluctantly lifted his head off her chest and pulled her up with him. He kissed her softly some more before pulling away slightly. "I need to get my car which has all my stuff in it. So you need to give me a ride, we can come right back here or go out for lunch." He suggested lunch because he looked at the time and realised they had been in bed for a few hours already after having their breakfast earlier. A while later, she felt him move on the bed, pulling her gently to a sitting position and kissing her, making her sigh softly as he talked. Nodding, she reluctantly slipped out of his arms and from under the covers, giving him a soft kiss before heading for the bathroom to have a quick shower. She got into the shower, a half opened affair with a wide shower head, allowing him to watch her from the bed as she quickly scrubbed herself and lathered her hair. Dane let her out of his arms and watched as she went into the shower. He sat on the bed and relaxed, watching her standing under the water. She looked quite sexy and he could not help taking the chance. He got up out of the bed and moved silently to the bathroom. He slipped inside and while she had her back turned, stepped into the shower. His arms wrapped around her and his cock hardened, pressing against her ass. He kissed her softly wherever his lips could touch. Aly chuckled, pleasantly surprised when she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her gently against his body. The feel of his hot breath teasing the skin around her neck and shoulders as his lips brushed her gently was heaven. Turning slowly in his arms, she pressed herself against him, his hardness poking gently at her tummy , as she stood on her tip toes to kiss him."Mmm I thought we had to go get your car before it gets towed" she said in a playful voice as her hands caressed his body gently. Dane grinned as she turned in his arms to face him. His hardened cock pressed against her. Her skin was soft, warm, and wet. She said something about his car, but he didn't really hear her. He knew what she said anyway. "My car can wait a little longer." That's all he needed to say. He pushed her up against the wall. His lips were all over her. His cock rubbed agaisnt her, ready to rub inside her. As she heard him say his car could wait, she felt him press her gently against the wall, his lips all over her skin as she moaned. The feeling of him covering her smaller body was one of the most erotic things she had ever felt. Without a word, she leaned against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips capturing his as she felt his hardness press against her slit. Dane loved hearing her moan. She leaned back and the lifted her legs up off the floor of the shower. They wrappde around him and held on. Her arms went around his neck. One arm went under her ass to support her. She kissed him and he returned her kiss with love and passion. His cock pressed against her and he let out a soft moan. He couldn't wait. He pushed against her and his hard shaft started sliding into her warm, moist folds. Aly groaned low as she felt him enter her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt him fill that void in her that only he could, both physically and emotionally. Almost purring lightly against his lips, she started slowly moving against him, using the wall as an anchor to move against, but her attention was elsewhere. Her lips pulled away gently as her fingers lightly played with his hair. She murmured and moaned his name softly as she rested her forehead against his, her light brown eyes gazing lovingly into his as they moved together. Their hips moved against eachother. His cock pushed deep into her warm pussy. He didn't focus on it though. His hips moved on autopilot. He focused on what his hands and lips were doing. That was caressing her face and kissing her deeply. She pulled away a little and ran her hands through his hair. He heard his name coming from her lips. As she rested her head against his, he looked into her eyes. He was hungry for her kisses, but let her have this moment for a little. When she saw the need in his eyes, she smiled softly and brushed her lips against his. The soft kiss turned deeper, more passionate as she pulled him as close as she could, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling of the shower wall grazing against her shoulderblades. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, enough to dig her heels gently against his butt cheeks, pressing him deeper into her. She had no doubt in her mind that she wanted this man, always. Needed him like air. Dane was very happy when she kissed him. She slowly deepened it, feeding his hunger for her kiss. It was soon very deep and passionate. Their lips were as tight together as they could be. He also felt her tighten her grip on him with her legs. This caused him to fuck her ever deeper. His cock pushed as far into her as he could get it. He moaned into her lips, loving the feeling. He started to thrust harder and faster with water spraying over their bodies.

The Hustler (Closed for Kypanther)

Fortune Favors the 'Bold! (OOC)

I don't know if I'll ever get tired of the pun. in that name. Hello and welcome everyone to theOOC threadfor the "Fortune Favors the 'Bold" Pathfinder game! So, first things first I just want to set up what the intent and style of this game is.1. It's Kingmaker... Kind of:If you're familiar with Pathfinder, then you probably know of Kingmaker as an adventure path where the PC's explore a wilderness and eventually, ideally, raise their own kingdom. This... may or may not work for this particular game and group seeing as how, well, you're kobolds. I'm more focused on the setting and challenges presented within; essentially I'm stealing the "adventure" parts of the adventure path and leaving behind the "kingdom management plot" parts... That said, it might still come up in some way, shape, or form.2. This is a Hex Crawl:Hex crawls are kind of an old fashioned way of doing D&D, where the players have a hex map of unknown terrain, which they fill out through exploring each hex on the grid (or at least, as many as they want.) Numerous points of interest are within the map, and it's up to the PC's to find and explore them, and figure out where to go from there. Things like random encounters, difficult terrains, hidden dungeons and all of that are part and parcel with the concept. Of course exploration is time-consuming on the part of the characters, and i'm certainly not going to expect people to "play through" every single day of walking through the woods, or whatever. We'll figure it out :-)Hex CrunchSince it might come up, ought to put it in here. Each hex on the map is roughly 12 miles across. Simply crossing a hex, at 30' speed (which barring alternate traits, i think all of you have) will take between five and eight hours, depending on terrain; possibly longer, if hazards or encounters are had. Fully exploring a hex of terrain can take 3-5 days time; Why would you fully explore? Well, first, fully exploring terrain will award 100 XP to the group. Additionally, there are points of interest that can only be found through a full exploration. If such is found, i'll award extra experience in addition to anything gained from the discovery and encounters therein. Not every tile has a point of interest, sometimes it's really just a stretch of woods... but sometimes that stretch of woods has something interesting you'll want to look at and I can make it a thing. Additionally, if it comes up that the PC's do somehow get the notion to form their own kingdom or whatever, each piece of fully explored terrain brings certain benefits to itEntering a hex triggers a chance for a wandering monster / random encounter, as does each day / night spent out there; some places are more dangerous than others, and might have higher chances or more checks.3. Or, maybe it isn't:As I said, this is a sandbox, exploration-style game. that said, there's definitely some core plot points available that can be expanded, and even to the point of filling the whole adventure, if the characters would rather do that. My job is to be narrator, arbiter, and NPC stable, not tour guide :-) My goal is to make this as player-driven as possible. That said Iwillbump things forward if they get too stagnant.4. Other Concerns:I'll be honest, one of the appeals here is that kobolds are runty little things, and it really is often them vs. the world. That being the case... death is a definite possibility, and you might have noticed, there really aren't resources at your current level to rectify the situation. If it happens, you're always free to make another character; either another kobold from the Sootscales, or maybe, depending on the game's situation, even a recruit from another race or something (i.e., maybe you have a bunch of gnomish captives or something, I don't know.) Also if, for some reason you get tired of your character and want to make a go at something else, we can work that out the same way.Second, treasure; even in the default Kingmaker AP, with its access to merchants and friendly NPC's, treasure is a little scarce; it's assumed that the players will collect enough loot to carry them through until they can recruit magic item makers or something. If you guys want, I will allow item creation feats and the like; I'd also like the include a sort of bumped-up treasure level. After all, what's the fun of having all these neat-ass treasures in the books that you never get to use? This isn't planned to be like, a decade-long campaign or something, so who cares if you have the Magic Sword of Flaming Awesome? Just means i can throw something scarier at you >:) THE MAPOf course, you can't have a proper hex crawl without a map! Each Hex has a corresponding Letter+Number just for bookkeeping purposes; comparing the map below to the header image in the recruitment thread should give you some idea about the breadth of territory that makes up this setting. The map below shows what is already considered "explored" by your characters, a good several-mile range that the scouts and hunters of the Sootscales are already well familiar with.( my obviously excellent brush hand in photoshop)The KamelandsThe characters start off in a region known as the Kamelands. It's an area of rolling hills and grasslands that ultimately slope gently North into the forest of the Greebelt. Stands of cottonwoods, alders, and cedar fill hollows and crest the occasional hilltop, while erosion and time have carved away at some hills, leaving bare stone faces. Some open into caves or even abandoned mines (such as the one the Sootscales make their home in)Another distinguishing feature of the Kamelands are its namesake; the kames, large arrangement of stone found throughout the hills in the form of cairns and menhirs. Whether these are waymarkers, burial mounds, celestial observance points, or something stranger still is unknown to the PCs.Rivers:Two major rivers are found here; the Shrike River is broad, deep, and slow-moving, and until recently served the Sootscale kobolds with a generous supply of Fish. The Thorn river flows from the greenbelt to join the Shrike, and is much faster, and just as deep.D10:This region is dominated by what could either be a small mountain or a large hill; its northeastern face is sheer and craggy, while the southwestern side has a more gentle slope; from here you can see across much of the Greenbelt forest. Further north, on the forest's verge are where the Sootscale foragers have been going to harvest moonradish; and also where they've been going missing.D12:A largely treeless expanse of shallow hills, leading east into flatter lands. The major landmark here is a tall dead oak that has been subject to many lightning strikes, leaving it scarred, charred, and gnarled. Some human activity has been noted here, but what exactly they were up to is unknown.E9:The hills here part to allow for the Thorn River; the Thorn is a narrow, deep, fast-moving river whose banks are lined with the nettles and brambles that have given its name. An ancient wooden bridge fords the Thorn here, many of the timbers rotted away from the wet and the weather, though it seems some recent repair work has been done on it; not enough to make it particularly safe, but enough to make it traverseable.E11:The largest tree in the Kamelands grows here, a towering sycamore that crests an almost equally large hill; weather and elevation permitting it can be seen at least in part from nearly any location in the hills. This is where the mites live. Their presence doesn't seem to be doing the tree any favors, as its bark is grey and sagging, its leaves going yellow and mottled.E13:There used to be a human that operated a toll bridge here; travelers and hunters would toss some coins his way to use the thing. He never bothered the kobolds to the south (if he even knew they were there) and they returned the favor. Recent reports are that the shack is abandoned and the bridge gone; Maybe this has something to do with the lack of fish in the river of late?F10:The juncture of the shrike and Thorn Rovers creates a number of sandbars and log-catches here, allowing the water to be forded at about waist-height... for a human. The waters away from these underwater islands are turbulent and treacherous, as the two bodies of water meet and meld to flow even further west.F12:In an abandoned silver mine on the northeast shore of the Shrike, the Sootscale kobolds make their lair. Though the mine is largely played out, they still dig, finding uses for the other metals such as copper and lead that are still to be found. This is where our adventure starts, not so long after the raid by the mites to the north... Getting StartedAlright so, what next? First things first, I'd like each of you to use a post below to detail your character; in addition to the stuff you put together for the recruitment, I'd like...•Descriptions:What does your character look like, how do they act, what do they carry?•What would other characters know about them?You're all part of the same tribe, and it's not a large tribe, so it's likely that you're all pretty familiar with each other, even if you're not necessarily intimate. Basically think, "how would other characters describe mine?"•What are your connections to the other Sootscales?Including the PC's - again, you are all part of the same tribe. Keep in mind that kobolds generally don't see themselves as having familial bonds; they're communally hatched and raised, rather than having any sort of parent-child relationship, and even those hatched from the same clutch are simply an age group together. Feel free to work it out with each other.Chief Sootscale( Chief Sootscale has been in power over the tribe for al ong time, at least as long as any of you have been alive. He's led ambush raids against the mites, against human trespassers, and even once a band of gnomes, whose skulls decorate his throne room and whose daggers he wears in his belt. The recent troubles are taking their toll on the chieftain though; his scales, once a glossy black are now greying, and he hasn't been sleeping; he hasn't even been visiting his concubines! More and more he's been delegating to Tartuk, especially now with the rumors of a curse after the mite's audacious raid.Tartuk, the Shaman( Tartuk is an outsider, a wanderer who joined the tribe just two years ago; with his magical ability and his talking bird and his connection with the devil Old Sharptooth, he easily bested the tribe's old Shaman, Nooknik, and took his place after a quick sacrifice to Sharptooth. Tartuk acts oddly for a kobold, besides being purple; he rarely joins others at mealtime, and he seems absolutely repulsed by the idea of mating (even just for fun!) he also mutters to himself a lot in odd languages. But then, shaman are weirdoes like that. Since the theft of Old Sharptooth, he's stepped up the pace of sacrifices, trying to appease the devil before anything worse can befall the tribe. Meepo, Chief Engineer( is the one who keeps the traps in the lair in working order, devises new ones, and generally oversees the mining. He's ancient by kobold standards, and will happily bore your earholes off with tales of the glory days of the Sootscales (Of course, he's so old he remembers all the other names the tribe has gone by, which occasionally gets a rock chucked at him by Chief Sootscale.) After that raid on the gnomes, Meepo's been doing a lot of experimenting with the weird metal-and-wood object he took from them; finally, a use for all the led the tribe has lying around! Of course after he blew his left eye out of its socket, the rest of the tribe has taken him to be senile; still too useful to sacrifice just yet.Thrix, Eggwarden( is known for two things; being unusually fertile (she's produced up to three eggs at once!) and being - by kobold standards - insane (She actually seems to enjoy melee combat.) Taller and stronger than the average kobold, she claims to have genuine dragon ancestry. She's a favorite of the chief, and her prolific gift and her way around a deadly war-shovel has earned her a place as eggwarden; at least five mites lost their ugly little heads trying to get past her into the clutch chamber.Shriketongue, Court Poet( of Chief Sootscale's eccentricities is that, after hearing about a similar practice among human kings, he decided he needed a court poet to sing songs of his greatness. Everyone had to give it their best shot, and as kobolds are generally not the most musically inclined species, it was a shitshow of a talent show. Poor Shriketongue (he used to go by the name of Leepp, but when Chief says you're Shriketongue, well, you're Shriketongue) is a small and frail example of the kobold race, which is saying something indeed, but he really does have a lovely singing voice. It's taken about three years for the stockholm syndrome to really kick in, and he's actually a fawning admirer of the chief now.Nerrix, weaselkeeper (unemployed)( Sootscales used to keep a trio of large weasels as mounts, trackers, and hunting beasts. And Nerrix raised them himself. Trained them, broke them to the saddle... and then watched as the rest of the tribe shrugged and ate them in a stew. Sure, sure, the tribe was hungry and they were just weasels, but Nerrix misses them, and is actually pretty resentful of the outcome. he's of late started a whisper campaign against Tartuk... and another whisper campaign suggests that Old Sharptooth might be "deciding' that Nerrix is soon to join his weasels. Nakpik, Lair guard( was once a forager. It was a good life, she thought, getting out of the caves now and then, seeing the stars, feeling the wind on her scales, and then laughing her tail off when a boar got its head stuck in one of her traps. Since the foraging parties have stopped going out though, she's been stuck on guard duty. Which is much more boring, but at least she's not Shriketongue, right? She's become a sort of unofficial head scout; probably due to her being one of the only foragers who's actually still around. Currently her role is to loan out the Sharp Poking Stick for use against UurglUurgl, captive( Uurgl isn't member of the Sootscales. He's not a kobold, either. He's a mite that was either captured or left behind in the raid, depending on who you ask. Whatever the case, he's currently trapped in a cage of sticks and sinew just outside the Sootscale's lair, where he can be tormented by the bright daylight (it's making him sprout hair!) and serve as a warning for any of the other tiny blue freaks that want to mess with the Sootscale. His current role to the tribe is casual torment; every now and then Nakpik loans out her favorite sharp poking stick for her tribemates to prod the gremlin with. Bound to be sacrificed any day now, probably.Current EventsAs we open our game, these are the situations that face the Sootscale Tribe•Hunger:A while ago, foraging parties started going missing in their forays into the forest's verge. In response, Chief Sootscale sent out a small war party, which also did not return. Rather than risk more kobolds, he's decided to keep foraging close to home, but pickings are slim; even the fish in the Shrike River have been getting scarce. The tribe still has a small store of tubers and a bit of weasel left, to compliment the remaining grubs, but that'll only last a little longer...•The Mite Raid:A bunch of these awful ugly blue things recently rampaged into the Kobold's lair, killing several, and making off with a prodigious amount of loot - including the totem of Old Sharptooth.•Old Sharptooth:With the effigy gone, a new curse has been visited on the tribe; the last sacrifice lost all his scales and turned blue and saggy, like a mite! Worried that this might spread, both chief Sootscale and Tartuk have declared that the effigy must be retrieved.•Politics:...Specifically, Chief Sootscale wants the effigy brought to him, while Tartuk wants Old Sharptooth delivered tohimself. Usually the chief and the shaman work together, but maybe there's something else going on there...•Tallfolk:Lately something has been going on with the humans; oh, there have always been tallfolk crossing the land this way and that, but they'd been pretty uncommon. Lately though, there seem to be more of them, and they seem organized. This sounds dangerous; the center of such activities, if there is one, is currently unknown.Will your characters seek to address these problems? if so, which? Or perhaps this is all a lost cause, and they want to go start anew somewhere that isn't cursed? or maybe take over the tribe for themselves? it's all up to you! Woo! Never played Kingmaker ;D Only once tried a hex crawl, but not in a very organized manner so this is quite exciting.Lots of cool treasures sounds great ::) If you want more absurdly fun yet non powerful weak items this generator is really good: tribe is looking mighty indeed, ready to take over the world. Love the little set-up of details you have here for us! I'll have my answers to those questions added to this post later after work.(#id=1748278)Class:Unchained Rogue, Eldritch ScoundrelAlignment:Lawful Evil - Mogroom is pragmatic and though she may be greedy she is not cruel to tribe and friends. However, like many kobolds, she does not apply the same kobold rights that a tribes member might have to other races (unless they manage to make a personable impression on her somehow.)Description:Mogroom is a regular greenscale magic trapper, though a little plumper than most kobolds, likely due to something thick being involved somewhere up her ancestry tree. She keeps her pointy bits weekly sharpened and clean. Her choice of garments are brownish rags sewn in the general shape of a kobold, a priced fluffy scarf, and assorted straps and bags to carry crossbow & daggers.Mogroom is easily bored, and just as easily excitable. Often she finds herself whisked along by other kobolds' plots and plans, though she ends up twisting them at every step, arguing her own opinion to be the smartest way. In social encounters she is crass and straightforward, thinking herself as the polished copper piece in a room of rocks. However, she has never been quite the expert at reaching compromise and will be a little spiteful if the party doesn't agree to her way. Mogroom feels a little guilty afterwards though, and will attempt to amend broken bonds with hugs and gifts since she knows her tongue is not very good at such a job. Her favourite things include disassembling magical things.What would other characters know about them?:A seemingly lazy troublemaker who thinks her limited control of magic tricks makes her better than you. Doesn't really get much done and tries way too many things. Older kobolds will think her just another young runt that needs some years and a few lessons. Still, at least she tries her best so it's not like she isn't pulling her worth. Will always help if you word it so that you're "asking her opinion". Generally easy to manipulate too. To her credit she does know a few very fancy arcane magics that she likes to draw in her book, though none of them are especially scary.Connections to the other Sootscales:Chief Sootscale - Mogroom has once ran her mouth at him when she was a hatching and received a stern lesson. She has since kept her distance, but has begun to gossip behind his back now that he is growing old.Tartuk, the Shaman - When Mogroom was little she saw Tartuk do a scary ritual and has had a fearful reverence of him ever since. She has full faith in his ability to do right by Old Sharptooth and is bit of an ass licker towards him, even defending him behind his back.Meepo, Chief Engineer - Mogroom has many times shared her opinion on the more exotic traps very loudly and tried to help Meepo. She thinks he is too old to be doing anything but molding in the corner. He likely thinks she shouldn't have come out of the egg yet.Thrix, Eggwarden - For her Mogroom has nothing but respect. She has trusted one egg to her already and plans to trust many more. Sometimes she gives Thrix gifts such as arcane runes painted on objects.Shriketongue - Mogroom has a massive lady-kobold boner for Shriketongue. She courts him to a point of obnoxious. The poor poet and her play rat and worm in the tunnels with him trying to avoid her advances.Nerrix, weaselkeeper - Poor Nerrix. Mogroom knows that his idea of keeping weasel mounts was smart, but him and Mogroom are at odds with their political opinions. She can't stand his stupid reasons for wanting to get rid of Tartuk, and has thus decided that Nerrix is a total dirtbrain.Nakpik, Lair Guard - Is the victim of the many many times that Mogroom has come to moan for another job. Inevitably Nakpik has had to give in, allowing Mogroom to join scoutings, but simply to keep her quiet.Uurgl - Mogroom has many times borrowed poking stick and thrown rocks at the hideous wrinkleball. The weird sounds and faces it makes never cease to amuse her.Biography:Dig for copper? No. Not Mogroom. She is too smart for boring labor in the mines. She has tried her claws at everything, and excelled at first try for greater benefit of the tribe (in her humble opinion anyway). The stuck up elders of course were not very pleased of a young kobold trying to show them how things are done. She's been assigned to making magical traps and contraptions, but sorta tends to get tired of it, and sneaks out to join one of the scouting parties. On one of those trips she listened to a long leg camp from the undergrowth and became fascinated with how they sang songs of heroes.Ambitions:In public she says: Treasure, a huge hoard. This is a lie. In private Mogroom understands that she is poor, and though she really wants a hoard she is wise to also know that money is transient. Songs however, they are forever. She wants exactly 100 songs and poems to be made about her (and her party) by all sorts of people. With that fame she believes that a dragon will be seduced to come meet her. Just half a song would be a good start though. Original( Nosk (#id=1749104)Class: Druid (Skinshaper)Alignment: Neutral EvilDescription: Purple scaled Kobold dressed in dirty hides and bone trinkets. He acts furtive and somewhat feral, snapping, glaring, and so on.Biography: He was kicked out of his tribe as a young age due to his purple scales. He traveled on the surface, falling in with or serving various monstrous humanoids, being chased out of villages like a stray dog, and generally being abused. He eventually was taken in, mostly for grunt labour, by an elderly Goblin druid in a blighted swamp. He eventually killed the elderly Goblin, stole his stuff, and headed off to find a tribe he could use to strike at the biglegs of the surface.... or at least join and not be so alone.Ambiitons: He wants to get revenge on the surface world. At the most basic, capture some surfaceworlders as slaves, at the higher/grander, rule over entire regions and/or release plagues and poisons.[/quote]( (#id=1749104)Class:Druid (Skinshaper)Alignment:Neutral EvilDescription:Nosk is a purple-scaled kobold dressed in armour made up of a dirty patchwork of hides, potentially even vermin and rodent. He has numerous little bone trinkets. Some are mouse or cat skulls, some are from larger animals, some might even be humanoid knucklebones and what not. He wears a poorly bleached skull as a helmet, more for the (self-perceived) intimidation factor than out of any protection. He has a pitted and battered club made from some local wood or other, and carries a crudely crafted but sturdy shield of wood. The shield is battered and maybe a little rotten, but still seems to serve him well. He also carries various miscellaneous gear he's collected over the years in his backpack, and hates to leave it unattended. In general he is a bit of an outsider even by (or especially by) kobold standards. He is however fiercely loyal to his new tribe, having come from elsewhere, even if he isn't always pleasant to be around.He acts a bit furtive, feral, and standoffish. He sleeps, at least in the lair, somewhat off from everyone else. He isn't overly friendly, is a bit territorial with his stuff, and is a bit greedy. At the same time he'll risk life and limb to help the tribe. He may gripe and complain about it though, or berate those who got themselves into trouble.What would other characters know about them?He came from outside and convinced the tribe to let him join. He is exceptionally strong for a kobold, but unpleasant to be around. He has some nature magic abilities and calls himself a druid, though other than his ability to create water that lasts only temporarily, to repair damaged clothes, and to make dirt explode upward, he hasn't exhibited much of use.If he was there for the raid, he might have earned some reputation or what not by holding a key tunnel in decidedly un-kobold-like fashion. Blocking it and whacking anyone who came close with his club.What are your connections to the other Sootscales? Chief Sootscalewould probably see him as useful but expendable. He came from outside, so if someone is going to be sent outside, why not him?Tartukand Nosk are probably somewhere between 'friends' and rivals. They have the same colour scales, Nosk might understand some of Tartuk's mutterings, and so on. Tartuk probably tolerates Nosk only because he has shown no interest (and even some disdain) for trying to challenge for the role of Shaman.Thrixand Nosk might have some in common, if only because they both like to beat people with a club. That said, she'd probably find him repulsive.Nerrixand Nosk might get along, if only because Nosk sees the value in trained animals. He's seen them used to great effect.Nakpikand Nosk would probably get along. They both are capable outdoors, they both want to be outdoors, etc.MeepoandShriketonguewould probably have no real interaction with Nosk.The rest of thepartyis harder to say.Will your characters seek to address these problems? if so, which? Or perhaps this is all a lost cause, and they want to go start anew somewhere that isn't cursed? or maybe take over the tribe for themselves? it's all up to you!Nosk would be offering to lead foraging parties himself, if no one else will. He would be interested in the loss of fish, and would view himself as more than competent enough to survive where the foragers failed.He would want to lead attacks on the mites and tallfolk.He would want to recover the effigy, preferably as part of a campaign of mass genocide against the mites, as he knows all to well the power of certain objects.He doesn't care about politics, but would probably return the effigy to the Shaman if given a choice. ( (#id=1748635)Nug was always quiet, which meant she often went overlooked by the rest of the tribe. She didn't mind that so much, since it left her to her own devices and allowed her to roam as she willed. Her favorite thing to do was to track the signs of small beasts and other kobolds around their encampment. Eventually, she joined the foraging and hunting parties, learning to use her skills of observation and deft hand with the bow to feed the tribe.However, her favorite past-time and means of contributing to her family ended swiftly when the foraging parties began to disappear and the others grew too frightened to venture out. Hunger set in and her tribe turned to superstition and devotion to Old Sharptooth. Nug had never had much interest in religion, though she knew well enough to pay lip-service to please the others in the tribe. Still, she found the passivity of the tribe's response to the attacks and disappearances souring. Not long after the theft of the effigy and the rumors of the long-legs started, she decided she couldn't stand sitting around and accepting these things as simply another inevitable fact of life.Personality: Nug has a thick streak of sass in her, all wrapped up in her arrogance over her skills and her belief that she's destined for greatness. She was never terribly popular, even among other egocentric kobolds, due to her tendency to grow exasperated and condescending with kobolds who were all talk and no action. She loves adventure and can easily become lost in the thrill of silently tracking prey, even if she has no plans to actually kill what she is following. It's hard for her to honestly open up with others, due to a lifetime spent pretending to be something she's not in order to get along with her family. Still, under the silence, cockiness and sharp wit, there's a loyal, fiercely protective core.Ambitions: Nug wants to track and hunt a dragon. Not to kill, of course, but to prove to herself that she can do it. Ideally, she'd like to collect a shed scale of each color. Sometimes she lies awake at night, staring up at the stars and waiting for sleep, just thinking about what it would be like to sneak into a dragon's lair and steal a scale...maybe touch the great beast, even, if it's sleeping.Description- Nug is a smallish female with pale blue scales that have a faint opalescent quality that grows more pronounced as the color fades to a soft cream on her chest, abdomen and groin. The skin there is softer, more vulnerable and silky, molding tight to lean, sinewy musculature that lacks the layer of subcutaneous fat present in mammalian females. Also absent are the mammary glands or extra cellulose on her chest, a fact she is most pleased with when it comes time to use her bow. Typically, she dresses in shades of brown, tan and dull green to make slipping through grasslands undetected far easier, as her scales tend to stand out. Beneath her scruffy, tattered cloak, she wears form-fitting cloth britches and a matching top, both crafted for function rather than form. She carries a rucksack filled with items that make surviving in the wild easier, and her weapons. Her daggers are strapped around her muscular thighs where they can easily be drawn to hand, and her bow secured in a sling across her back with her quiver of arrows where it will be out of the way but also easily-accessible.She has always been something of a loner, an oddity in the tribe due to her necessary stand-offishness. Still, she is intensely loyal, always ready to stand up for the tribe and happy to do her part to see her family thrive. Just as long as she doesn't have to listen to endless boasting or tiresome tales of exaggerated bravery.What would other characters know about them?Nug has never been the most social of kobolds and she has a reputation for being stuck-up, due to her tendency to remain on the outskirts of any gathering. She's also been the subject of whispers due to her extreme selectivity when it comes to accepting sexual advances, always polite when she turns someone down, but definitely more likely to rebuff than accept. A couple of her failed suitors, in order to soothe their own egos, have muttered about how she probably only likes warm-bloods. Maybe even point-ears.Still, she proved her bravery and adventurous spirit when she tried to keep going out in search of food despite the foraging parties going missing. Her insistent pleas have only gotten...louder...since the pickings have become so slim and their tribe seems on the verge of running out of food completely. This has also gained her a reputation, though...and made her far from the Chief's favorite lizard.ConnectionsChief Sootscale Once upon a time she and the chief were on decent terms, back when she could do her duty to the tribe, but since he has forbidden the foragers to venture out any proper distance, and their tribe is suffering for it, their relationship has become quite strained. Her disdain for the shaman doesn't help, since she finds the chief's relinquishing of his duties cowardly and ultimately highly detrimental to the tribe. No doubt her nagging only serves to worsen his condition.Tartuk, the ShamanHate and distrust are not words strong enough to fully encompass her feelings for the suspicious shaman. She used to bring the former shaman herbs and other ingredients she found in her foraging, and the two of them got along fairly well. When the wicked newcomer bested him, she had to fight the urge to send an arrow into his breast, and now she wishes that she had. Secretly, she believes he is the cause for all their suffering, and the sacrifices are, at best, pointless and, more likely, just another way to weaken them or cause them to destroy themselves. She knows better than to openly reveal the depth of her dislike for him, but she also keeps her distance and goes out of her way never to be around him.Meepo, Chief EngineerOne of Nug's favorite members of the tribe, the one who taught her to craft traps. His tales are far more intriguing to her than that of younger kobolds who all seem to be lying just to make themselves look better. At least Meepo's good at it. He's one of the few tribe members she's actually bedded - though, can you call it that if it didn't happen in a bed?Thrix, EggwardenWhile the two only really have one thing in common, Nug still likes Thrix. Sometimes she would assist the taller female in protecting the clutch chamber from mites. They don't talk much, but that's okay by Nug.Shriketongue, Court PoetWhile there is no one in the tribe she dislikes more than Tartuk, Shrike sure comes damn close. He's another example of the chief's buffoonery in her opinion, though far less detrimental than the shaman. Shrike's just a living example of the chief's over-inflated ego, one who has tried to worm his way into her good graces on more than one occasion. The nicest thing Nug has to say about the frail kobold male is that at least the chief managed to find him a way of contributing to the tribe, even if it is ultimately useless.Nerrix, WeaselkeeperShe likes Nerrix, and she keeps trying to make the damn fool shut the hell up. While she agrees with him, she also knows better than to make her feelings known, well aware that drawing the shaman's attention will only end in one way. The things she's heard about the beastmaster have left her with a pang in her heart, but she knows that if it comes down to it, she won't stand against Tartuk to save his life. Sometimes she wonders if that's a sign of her own cowardice, or a sign of intelligence...often she thinks it's a mixture of both.Nakpik, Lair guardNug and Nakpik used to forage together, and were probably as friendly as Nug gets with other members of her tribe. They've shared laughs over the squeals of trapped beasts, and stood together looking up at stars that many kobolds will never glimpse. Now, though, they don't spend much time together anymore, since Nug is busy trying to fix things and Nik is busy poking prisoners.Uurgl, captiveNug couldn't be more indifferent to the prisoner if she tried. The fact that the sunlight is making it grow hair is mildly interesting, but otherwise she has no feelings one way or the other about the mite. She finds it ridiculous that they're keeping it alive and trapped, but has a mild urge sometimes to free it merely in order to piss off Tartuk. Every sacrifice she could deny the shaman would be a feather in her cap, after all.PartyTBDHer feelings on the current issues are covered pretty well in the stuff above, if you want more, just let me know! Hello everyone! Given that one of two of the players who haven't posted recently might be dropping out, Chula has given me permission to create a possible addition to the party.His sheet is not 100% done (almost though! I just need to finish his equipment and traits and things like that), and I haven't got all of his tribal interaction stuff down yet, but here's some foundations for folks in case they're considering how they might react to other members of the party.Update: Mythweavers sheet, tribal reaction/social stuff/ambitions all done! I think I'm ready.( (#id=1753789) (N Male Kobold Bloodrager)Description: Pozhvim is a bit of a small kobold for a male, but he’s not scrawny. He owns a couple of outlandish human dresses which fit him quite well, one a rich purple and one a medium grey with orange trim that matches his eyes. He spends a lot of time trying to take care of these, repairing them and cleaning them. They’ve become rather patchy over time, but he still looks amazing. He carries a few minor gewgaws, but no weapons…In combat he uses his somewhat draconically oversized array of teeth and his claws and tail to shred enemies in a rather distressingly berserk fashion.What would other characters know about them?: He looks and smells like a Sootscale, but despite this, he was an outsider who joined the tribe several years ago. He's oddly quiet, unless asked or invited to speak, and he's socially somewhat awkward and weird. Rumor has it that Pozhvim was raised by humans. It’d explain the dresses, the flawless human-talk (and halting, non-fluent draconic) and his early lack of understanding of what was necessary knowledge for any kobold. In the time he’s been with the tribe, he’s learned a lot and become more useful, but he still seems to act like others know better than he does and submissively allows himself to be led around and set to various tasks without complaint…A tendency which some of the tribal kobolds abuse rather flagrantly, as his willingness to work without question is one way to get out of undesirable jobs, provided you don’t care if they’re done perfectly. This extends to his sexuality; Pozhrim doesn’t seem to start things with other kobolds, but he’s quite easy to put on his back and seems entirely willing to do pretty much whatever is asked of him, regardless of the gender of his partner. He often makes daisy-chains and flower-crowns from faintly-glowing fungus, and seems to have trouble seeing in the dark.ConnectionsChief Sootscale Prior to the mite invasion, Sootscale was seriously considering booting Pozhrim from the tribe due to his overall noncompetitiveness and inefficacy at most things kobold-ish. The bloodthirsty effectiveness with which Pozhrim fought off attackers has given him pause, both because warriors are useful, and because trying to get rid of someone who flips from meek and subservient to berserk frenzy is a dangerous undertaking.Tartuk Tartuk is the main figure urging Chief Sootscale to get rid of Pozhrim, but it’s nothing personal. As the food supply dwindles, Tartuk has had a constantly updating list of kobolds who aren’t ‘pulling their weight’ for the starving tribe.Meepo The old trapmaker is actually one of Pozhrim’s supporters, as the outsider kobold is invariably obedient and helpful when Meepo demands it, and will listen to the old kobold’s stories in attentive silence for hours.Thrix Since Pozhrim’s combative talents came to light, Thrix has ttried to draw him out a few times into practicing sparring, but seems to be disappointed when he doesn’t try his hardest to win. He defends himself moderately well but seems hesitant to attack her.Shriketongue approves of Pozhrim for reasons rather similar to Meepo; Pozhrim is a very attentive audience.Nakpik Nakpik has sounded out Pozhrim extensively on what he knows of the forest and the surface (after all, the tribe’s scouts found him wandering around the woods years ago), and while she’ surely has more experience and knowledge than he in most things (he seems rather insightful about humans), her recent confinement with the foraging parties being halted has led her to revisit these conversations extensively (it doesn’t hurt that he respectfully defers to her). He’s probably fairly high on her list of potential foragers if Sootscale permits another sorty.Uurgl Pozhrim doesn’t seem to care about Uurgl’s existence one way or another. He killed other mites during the raid, but he doesn’t torment the prisoner except when others (mostly Nakpik, who he seems loath to disappoint) make their expectations clear.BiographyOnce, there was a kobold.No, scratch that. Once there was a gamekeeper, a hunter of sorts who specialized in acquiring exotic creatures for his lord’s menagerie. He was a halfling, and quite skillful. In fact, quite magically so, to such great extent that few saw him, whether beast or man, unless he chose to permit it.He was roaming far afield from his lordship’s lands, returning with the egg of a gryphon, when he stumbled across the kobold’s lair. It wasn’t much to look at, but the gamekeeper knew that sometimes such creatures burrowed beneath the lairs of dragons, so he resolved to investigate. No kobold saw him, and he watched as they passed, located their traps and pitfalls before padding stealthily past them. He had little hope of finding draconic treasure, as the lands thereabout did not seem marked by dragons, but he was the sort who always checks. Pursuing his inquiry, he of course went to those tunnels most heavily guarded, and it was there that he found the egg-chamber.The halfling thought only a moment before slipping a single egg into his pocket when the guardians’ backs were turned. After all, his lord hadn’t any kobolds he knew of, and while they were unimpressive creatures, his lordship was something of a perfectionist in many ways. The halfling reasoned that he’d present it as a bonus, a gift, and if his lordship saw fit to reward him, well and good. If it was undesired, then a simple kobold was easy enough to be rid of.His lordship was not terribly impressed, but neither was he offended. A small cage was prepared with an appropriate placard, and in time the unimpressive little egg hatched…Much to the consternation of the goose who was brooding on it along with several other eggs. Of course, the goose’s squawking and the faint, hissing shrills of reptilian alarm attracted attention.The lord’s precocious young daughter was who found it, else this tale might have turned out quite differently. She showed her father the ‘baby dragon’ she had rescued, and it clung weakly to her, big orange eyes trying to focus on the loud, bright and colorful world around it. She announced that Ms. Dragon was her new baby, and her father hadn’t the heart to take it away from her (or at least, to withstand the temper tantrums which resulted when he suggested other, better pets for her). The kobold and the girl grew up together, fast friends, despite the kobolds apparent slowness. He (the huntsman had checked, and while the princess clung to her statement that the ‘baby dragon’ was a female, others knew better) had his claws and teeth regularly blunted, a process which was always accompanied by the girl’s careful reassurance, as the kobold found it rather nerve-wracking. She put him in some of her doll dresses, and later, as he grew, into some of her own dresses before the lord gave in and had a seamstress sew some nice dresses for the little creature.Despite the worries of the lord and the huntsman, the creature seemed absolutely uninclined to attack the girl, and played with her with patient enjoyment. It even once killed a rather large rat which had somehow gotten into the nicer chambers of the keep. She taught her playmate the common tongue, and how to stand and walk and curtsey, and finally insisted that the kobold attend her lessons with her. And here is where the happy story ends. The little girl’s teacher was a mage of some skill (perhaps less of a mage than the gamekeeper, in many ways, but a better teacher of courtly things), and his frustration with his young charge was redoubled when she insisted that Ms. Dragon be taught, too. It’s not clear quite what went awry, as the girl’s story is rather different from her tutor’s, but the teacher, knowing he couldn’t punish the lord’s daughter for her misbehavior, threatened to punish the kobold, and picked it up. What happened next is not entirely certain, but the young lady insisted the kobold was just scared and trying to protect her. In any event, the tutor had a rather large chunk taken out of his arm despite the kobold’s blunted teeth.And that was the end of the life Ms. Dragon had known. He found himself tied up in the heavy winter hide cloak that kept him warm, put in a carriage, and unceremoniously dumped by the side of a road in the woods, far, far away from anywhere he recognized. By the time he’d wriggled out of the ropes around him, the carriage was long gone. He wandered a while, gathering flowers to make garlands and flower crowns (his young companion had taught him many useful wilderness skills!) before finally encountering, for the first time, another kobold.The Sootscales named him Pozhvi, after an old Draconic word which means ‘useless.’ He couldn’t see well in the dark, his claws and teeth were recovering from being blunt, he couldn’t speak Draconic, he couldn’t hunt, couldn’t make traps…But on the other hand, he was friendly, and he let himself be led around and taught things (note: he's quite submissive in his new surroundings and very easy to take advantage of), he smelled like a Sootscale kobold and even looked rather similar to many of them, but although for the past decade he has been learning their language and trying to make himself useful by digging (badly), helping with traps (requires supervision) and hunting and gathering (he's getting there...), and frequently weaving nice dully-glowing fungus crowns and chains for his friends, he has recently becoming viewed as something less than a benefit to the community. That is, until the mites came, and attacked Ms. Dragon’s friends. They found Pozhvim after the attack, curled up in his heavy hide cloak and dress and quite liberally coated with the blood of the group of dead mites around him. Before the last of the mite offensive was beaten back, he’d fought a few more, and there were witnesses who attested that he was a skilled but dangerously unpredictable fighter. In the aftermath, this newly recognized ability has been enough to temporarily quiet the voices of those who feel that he’d be better off put outside or killed so he doesn’t uselessly impact the tribe’s dwindling food supplies, but unless there are more attackers, this limited ability probably won’t endear him to the tribe for long.Pozhvim has been with the tribe around a decade...but he secretly hopes that one day he'll find his childhood human princess friend again.AmbitionsPozhrim is an odd kobold in a number of ways, but possibly his ambitions (or seeming lack thereof) are what sets him apart the most from the tribe. A dedicated follower of whatever strong figure is closest, he seems to find his own satisfaction in pleasing others. Secretly, he hopes that perhaps some day he will find his way back to his childhood human friend and his life will return to nights in a warm bed in a big castle (well, it seemed big to him), easy tasty food, and plenty of games and tea parties with his princess. Oh god I love him! Wonderful character Chanticleer. Although so are Nug and Nosk! Can't wait to see what sort of things the wacky critters will butt heads over. Still tinkering with build and figuring out some of the connections( (#id=1749318)Class:Tattooed Sorcerer, Draconic BloodlineAlignment:Chaotic EvilDescription:Slizzle is a tall and slender female kobold with black, charcoal colored scaleswhich become a little lighter towards her chest and belly. Her scales are soft and smooth and not as durable as most kobolds. Magical tattooes cover her body.Personality:A cunning and devious little kobold. Slizzle loves to delegate and prefers to convince others to do her chores for her, instead of bothering to do them herself. She has been at odds with Chief Sootscale on a number of occasions, but always manages to get out of it.Biography:Ambitions:What would other characters know about them?:Connections to the other Sootscales:Chief Sootscale:Tartuk, the Shaman: Tarduk's magic is something to respect and fear.Meepo, Chief Engineer: Thrix, Eggwarden: Shriketongue: Nerrix, weaselkeeper: It was Nerrix who originally gave Mim to Slizzle, and the two are getting along ever since. In a way through this act, not all of Nerrix's weasels ended up on the tribes dinner plate, which brings some sort of comfort to NerrixNakpik, Lair Guard: Uurgl: .... Mim: Slizzle's pet weasel and familiar. Nowadays stays hidden inside the magical tattoo to not end up as Nerrix's other weasels. So, how do the party feel about each other?Mogrom likes getting her own way? Pozhvim is a pushover and doesn’t seem to resent it.Nug: Pozhvim is another ‘odd kobold out’ and not by any means a braggart, but does have a clue or two about the great outdoors and is willing to let others take the credit.Slizzle prefers to get other people to do her chores? Pozhvim’s an easy mark for it and doesn't complain.Nosk, uhm…I’ve got nothing. Any ideas? Pozhvim probably finds him a bit intimidating, becausemagic, that's why. What to think of others? Very well, I'll try get some down too.Mogroom kinda likes Pozhvim for his dopy nature and potentially him being easily impressed by her "genius".Nug is alright, though probably has butted with Mogroom if she's got a tendency to escalate arguments. However, at the same time Mogroom could easily be motivated to help with a smart sounding cause that Nug keeps pestering the tribe about.I doubt Mogroom would much like Nosk at the start. He's aloof and different. As long as he works on the same task she'll suffer his presence.Shizzle might go either way depending on whether she manages to trick motivate Mogroom to her cause or whether Mogroom has caught her trying to trick her! Hard to say without seeing the full bio. Nosk might not have a ton of relationships with the other PCs, beyond similar goals in some areas. Hey guys! Just dropping a note to say I haven't forgotten about this! I'll have an IC opener up on Friday! Wuzzah! Quote from: Chulanowa on 29-11-2018, 10:14:24Hey guys! Just dropping a note to say I haven't forgotten about this! I'll have an IC opener up on Friday!Woop woop!EDIT: Wait, did you mean next Friday? ;) Quote from: Chanticleer on 29-11-2018, 19:16:09Woop woop!EDIT: Wait, did you mean next Friday? ;)I had things to do! :'(But I've got it now! I am so looking forward to watching my little guy bounce off the walls.I haven't ever created a character before for a game who was best described as 'a follower.' Plenty of 'not-the-leader!' types but never a follower, so this is very intriguing to me, given that we've got four fairly strong personalities and then there's Mr. Compliant.Who's going to be first to convince him to carry their books for them? XD Party dynamics...Forming!By the way, Chula, is the 7 hex area centered around E11 considered 'fully explored?'I’ve been having a little think about Pozhvim, because he’s so very, very out of my normal comfort zone…And yet I’m seriously looking forward to doing just, oh, everything with him.It’s probably a side-effect of cute boy kobold in a dress syndrome or something.Spoilered for people who don't want to know how I think this character's headspace worksI usually HATE dumping Int because…Well, heck, if you’ve read ten sentences of my writing you know I like to express myself pretty flamboyantly at times, and I’ve got a pretty broad vocabulary.Also, possibly due to being nurtured on Tucker’s Kobolds ( I tend to think of kobolds as pretty smart compared to most other minor-threat-level small monsters.But Pozhvim has an 8 Int and a 10 wisdom. So he’s ‘average-wise,’ which (as I understand the stats) is to say he makes plenty of mistakes and probably thinks he’s wiser than he is…But he’s got about the normal levels of common sense, but he’s very short on education and he’s not loquacious…He hasn’t got the vocabulary for it. This isn’t ‘Can’t tie your own shoelaces’ short on education, as I understand it, but it’s definitely something that can get in the character’s way and trip him up. Figure 5 out of 6 kobolds are better educated than Poz. Except he’s got that weird quirky point in linguistics! I figure Pozhvim can read and write Common just fine, but his Draconic vocabulary is pretty simplified, and his understanding of kobold society and reasoning is a few years shy of where it should be for his age…Which makes sense, given that he was raised by humans. He probably doesn’t understand a good chunk of Shriketongue’s poetry, but listens because that’s what he does when around other kobolds. He doesn't talk in the third person, but Draconic is a second language for him, and he has to think in Common, then translate it as best he can. So he's a little slow to speak. He can follow conversations more easily than he can participate in them, because it takes him time to formulate an answer.But he's not 'foolish' in the sense of having low wisdom. Think of him as a well-intentioned, slightly below average high-school dropout. Not incapable of understanding complex thoughts, but may require them to be explained in simpler terms than other characters reflexively use.(He also can do some pretty ornate weaving of flower crowns and he knows the etiquette expected of a young noble girl’s play tea party, you betcha. He’s coordinated and has some social graces, but his vocabulary and education as a kobold are a bit behind the times for his apparent age.)Poz is friendly, and cute, but a certain amount of his attractiveness and appeal is that he’s a great listener. He doesn’t always understand what he’s listening to, but he’ll sit and patiently pay attention because for half of his life he’s been trying to become adequately competent as a kobold, and he has enough willpower to listen to people who he figures have more experience than he does, even if he doesn't agree with everything they say.For this same reason (and possibly in part due to his upbringing), he’s generally subservient/submissive. He spent most of his young life being told what to do and deferring to adult humans and his playmate/owner. He doesn’t particularly think this is unusual, nor does he resent it as a rule. If someone asks him (or tells him) to do something, and he figures it’ll make them happy and won’t hurt him too much, Poz will dive right in. Plenty of kobolds take advantage of this, and this may increase Poz’s reputation as not being terribly smart…But I think, with his wisdom, Poz has an average person's chance of knowing when he’s being used in a negative or contemptuous way, as opposed to knowing when he’s being used by someone who just appreciates what he can do for them. Obviously, he’ll gravitate towards the latter sort of use, whether it’s physical/social/emotional or sexual. He’d probably feel somewhat unsure and awkward if he was in a relationship where he was expected to either take charge or to treat his partner as an equal....On the other hand, satisfying or helping someone who does appreciate his effort on their behalf will make Poz very happy indeed. Yup. He's subby.TL;DR Poz is not well-educated as a kobold (but knows some weird human things quite well!), is generally submissive (socially as well as sexually) but has a reasonable degree of common sense, and is aware enough to know when someone’s being abusive of the privileges he gives them, and will probably choose to avoid that person rather than make a fuss about them. Pozhvim's behavior in the tribe is based on his awareness that without their protection he'd be alone and might get killed by something. So he tries to make other kobolds happy to have him around, even if it's just because he'll do what they want without fuss, and he listens in hope of learning to be a better kobold and more useful. He was only ever really alone for a short period in his life, between when he got kicked out of his original 'family' and moved in with the Sootscales, and he's more than a little scared of it happening again.If this gives anybody thoughts about how their past or present relationship to (or with?) him might work, feel free to bounce it off me. -giggles.- I love how diametrically opposite our characters are, Chant. Your character is not only far more 'feminine' than mine, but submissive and more of a follower. Nug is so not submissive or willing to follow, unless she genuinely respects the 'leader'....and even then she doesn't hesitate to make her viewpoint known if she disagrees with the leader. Quote from: Bibliophilia on 07-12-2018, 06:34:11-giggles.- I love how diametrically opposite our characters are, Chant. Your character is not only far more 'feminine' than mine, but submissive and more of a follower. Nug is so not submissive or willing to follow, unless she genuinely respects the 'leader'....and even then she doesn't hesitate to make her viewpoint known if she disagrees with the leader.Yeah, they really are almost mirrored, aren't they? I actually can see them getting along quite well, though, just because of that dynamic. Nug also certainly doesn't have to worry about unwanted advances from him. He simply won't take the first step. Whoa, big surprise there!Of all the possible party members (barring Poz who I know simply wouldn't) the last one I'd have expected to step up and make a bid for leadership is Slizzle. Quote from: Chanticleer on 09-12-2018, 00:09:42Whoa, big surprise there!Of all the possible party members (barring Poz who I know simply wouldn't) the last one I'd have expected to step up and make a bid for leadership is Slizzle.Well I was considering one of her ambitions to become tribe leader. maybe ^^ Quote from: Kimera on 10-12-2018, 18:00:23Well I was considering one of her ambitions to become tribe leader. maybe ^^I guess it's just the lack of background that caused me not to suspect it. You mentioned she likes to delegate and convince others (and she certainly has the charisma for it) but I didn't prealize her personality was so 'take charge' from the writeup here. I will unfortunately be absent for 1-3 weeks. So if you want to NPC me temporarily (have him tag along muttering quietly in the corner) or drop me from the game that is fine. Sorry everyone. Quote from: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric on 10-12-2018, 18:56:08I will unfortunately be absent for 1-3 weeks. So if you want to NPC me temporarily (have him tag along muttering quietly in the corner) or drop me from the game that is fine. Sorry everyone.It's okay, PAC. Best wishes, and I hope everything goes well for you wherever you fare! Hopefully Chula will be okay with NPCing, because I'd hate to have anybody drop. It's a very interesting mix.Speaking of which, we are entering a very busy time of year for many people, and I expect a lot of slowdown and vacationing and family time in the immediate future for many of us. Hopefully even if the game stops cold for a week or two, we can kick it up again in January. This is an unusual concept and an interesting party, and I really want to see where it goes from here. :) We can easily have your chara be NPCed for 3 weeks. That's less than my average wait time for replies so don't mind in the slightest ;D -sprawls.- I can wait, no problem. -giggles.- So alright.1) You guys want to go after the missing foragers?2) Are you wanting to just postpone for the holidays, is that what I'm getting here? Quote from: Chulanowa on 11-12-2018, 06:31:52So alright.1) You guys want to go after the missing foragers? 2) Are you wanting to just postpone for the holidays, is that what I'm getting here?1) Looks like we're going after the missing foragers, yes.2) I'm okay either way, to wait or to go ahead with you NPCing PAC's character, but that's dependent on what you're comfortable with.3) Whether we wait or no, can you tack up a forum for pantsless kobold interactions, please? At least two of us would like to do something set in the past, before the Mite attack. :) No need to NPC Mogroom ;D I'll be here. Quote from: Sain on 11-12-2018, 09:26:02No need to NPC Mogroom ;D I'll be here.Whups, I brain-deaded. Sorry! Fixed that. I suppose we need GM post next or do we wanna interact more on the journey? Quote from: Sain on 12-12-2018, 15:55:19I suppose we need GM post next or do we wanna interact more on the journey?We do, but we can. I was thinking about tossing Poz's reaction up later today or tonight. Alright guys, keep your cloacas together, here's your smut thread: Woohoo! -wiggles.- I'll get the post up later, Chant. Quote from: Bibliophilia on 12-12-2018, 23:42:08Woohoo! -wiggles.- I'll get the post up later, Chant.I'll just be over here salivating Pavlovianly. -giggles.- There...you got your treat, puppy. I added the stealth roll to last post!At 2018-12-17 16:03:30, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 29 ( Quote from: Sain on 17-12-2018, 23:04:47I added the stealth roll to last post!At 2018-12-17 16:03:30, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 29 ( doesn'tsneak, Mogroom teleports through the demiplane of thicc. She makes the blades of grass grow wider than kobold arms can grope and thus hides her thighs between them. Meanwhile, only Pozhvim's training and innate agility kept him from faceplanting in the only stack of frying pans and cymbals in the whole hex.Chula, since I had the last post before yours, I just added Poz's stealth roll to it in a spoiler at the end. I love your cristmas cock Chanticleer! Quote from: Sain on 18-12-2018, 09:18:20I love your cristmas cock Chanticleer!...only on Elliquiy. ;DBut thank you. :) Sorry I haven't done my roll/post! I'll probably get it up tomorrow. I've just had a particularly annoying month with looking for a car, lots of doctor appointments falling this month and the holidays! I wasn't sure if we were going to wait on PAC until January or if Chula was going to NPC her.The next two weeks are going to probably be super slow posting for everyone, though. As long as nobody is thinking 'gee, no one posted much over the holidays, I guess the game is dead,' I think we're okay. :) A slow going game just means that you can join more games at the same time ;D Just a quick update to get Slizzle's mighty stealth role in :PHappy Holidays everyone! Happy holidays Kimera and others too :-) Hope everyoneis having a wonderful holiday! I'll have my posts up tomorrow! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!P.S.: You should totally go ( and wish Chula a happy birthday. Welcome back Bib!And Happy Birthday, Chula! Many happy returns. Late, but...(or is that 'Late, butt...'?)( -cracking up at the little weirdo staring at the reindeer's ass.- The reindeer seems pretty happy to see a kobold waving a dildo at it though, so who are we to judge? Alright guys, back to it! Apologies if it comes out a little janky, one of the downsides of traveling familiar terrain is the whole "You walk, and you walk some more, and hen you walk" part of things. especially when the dice don't cough up a random encounter for me ;DAlso, these hexes arebig, bigger than I'd thought - it takes 5 hours to cross one plains hex (8 hours for other terrain) on foot without taking the time to explore it. I'm compressing thigns for the moment, since, well, we're not exploring, but do keep in mind that characters will probably want rest, food, water, and the like. What the heck is that light green kobold staring at in the reindeer's ass ;DAlso no worries Chula. I keep rolling really awesome with Mogroom 8-) Oh no, sorry Chanticleer :-[ I have to admit I've gotten way too used to the roll being known from my RL d20 gamings so didn't really even think to think of it from what would make actual RP sense. Yeah, I slipped up too while making Slizzle bitchy. Sorry. It's okay, really, I just wanted to kind of talk about it before something happened that someone felt was 'not ok,' you know?You guys are great!Mistakes happen, I know, I just wanted to point it out as gently and positively as I could and I do apologize if anyone feels bad because of what I said because that was totally not what I was trying to accomplish.Let's have fun! :) Oh no don't worry. I do not feel bad. If there's ever time you need me to edit some post or something that's alright :-) It's part of PbP as far as I see it, so better be prepared for it.And agreed. Let's get this party doing stupid kobold decisions ;D Hmmm, not sure what to do with Slizzle at this point in time. Quote from: Kimera on 30-12-2018, 23:42:42Hmmm, not sure what to do with Slizzle at this point in time.Well, we've got two more players to post to bounce opportunities around!Poz defers to Nug in the outdoors because he considers her the 'site expert.' Not trying to cut Slizzle out of the leadership, but trying to minimize hasty decision-making because of the encroaching sun until our 'outdoor expert' has a chance to comment, you know? Mogroom just wants out of bright. She has not been outside in daylight many times. Quote from: Sain on 31-12-2018, 08:48:27Mogroom just wants out of bright. She has not been outside in daylight many times.So post that?Short posts for other people to bounce off of are absolutely a fine thing. Last I checked we didn't have any sort of regimented 'X posts/day, don't post until it's your turn, minimum three pages of text written to Shakespearian standards.'We're just having fun, right? :) I'll have my posts up today. -nodnod.- Lemme know if there's some sort of roll for hiding your tracks, Chula. -giggles.- Nosk is still 'NPC'ed as tagging along, since PAC is still gone.I think all of the rest of us except Slizzle have posted something about the cave?Kimera, does having a cave give you something to do?Poz will end up taking the mid-day watch since the little freak actually has GOOD day vision. Could be I'm confusing things with 3.5 D&D, but isn't a concentration check required when you take damage DURING the casting of a spell? And isn't it based on how much damage you take?Because the 'pede bit Mog as part of its surprise round, so we don't know how much (if any) damage she's taking during the current round, yet? Yeah I'll admit I'm not entirely sure about how it works in pathfinder.I tried to google some rules and it seemed like you need to make a concentration check DC 15+2*(spell level) when casting defensively in order to avoid the free attack of opportunity (Mogroom sure as hell doesn't wanna get bit any more). I can edit of course if that wasn't how to do it ;D It's my first time actually playing pathfinder combat (usually games on E ended at the smut part lol). Quote from: Sain on 08-01-2019, 15:15:27Yeah I'll admit I'm not entirely sure about how it works in pathfinder. I tried to google some rules and it seemed like you need to make a concentration check DC 15+2*(spell level) when casting defensively in order to avoid the free attack of opportunity (Mogroom sure as hell doesn't wanna get bit any more). I can edit of course if that wasn't how to do it ;D It's my first time actually playing pathfinder combat (usually games on E ended at the smut part lol).Okay, so that'd mean on a fail she didn't avoid being subject to an AoO, right? Which isn't the same as being automatically hit and damaged and losing the spell. Or does it explicitly say that if you try to be dodgy and fail your concentration check you lose the spell? Yeah, on a fail you lose the spell :'( I guess fluff wise it assumes you put more effort into dodging and casting is the extra thing you're trying to concentrate on? Makes sense in a way. I guess it's mostly a smart thing to do if you're at low hit points and really really can't take another hit, but have to do something. Of course, in this particular case it might not have been an optimal choice of action, but... She got bit by a giant centipede out of nowhere.Casting Defensively(from )If you want to cast a spell without provoking any attacks of opportunity, you must make a concentration check (DC 15 + double the level of the spell you’re casting) to succeed. You lose the spell if you fail. Quote from: Sain on 08-01-2019, 15:29:33Yeah, on a fail you lose the spell :'( I guess fluff wise it assumes you put more effort into dodging and casting is the extra thing you're trying to concentrate on? Makes sense in a way. I guess it's mostly a smart thing to do if you're at low hit points and really really can't take another hit, but have to do something. Of course, in this particular case it might not have been an optimal choice of action, but... She got bit by a giant centipede out of nowhere.Casting Defensively (from )If you want to cast a spell without provoking any attacks of opportunity, you must make a concentration check (DC 15 + double the level of the spell you’re casting) to succeed. You lose the spell if you fail.Ah, okay!TILS! Oh no, poor Moggy ( decided Slizzle would give Mogroom a nickname :P )And as combat begins, one realises he forgot to finish Slizzle's charsheet :-[Edit:Well basically I still need to select her sorcerer spells known.Edit 2:Fixed it, good to go now. I'll get my stuff done tonight. I gotta busy day today. -grins.-I'm glad we get to kill a thing! Sorry, sorry! I'm a bad! -slaps hands and goes to do my posts.- Vermin are Nug's favored enemy, too. Which means you also forgot to add some twos, I think. I wasn't sure if the centipede counted or not. Quote from: Bibliophilia on 11-01-2019, 13:36:52I wasn't sure if the centipede counted or not.Giant centipedes are extremely verminy vermin! Hey guys, sorry for the slow slowness, and I regret to inform you there's more ahead; I've got an internet issue that probably won't be fixed before Saturday. So, I guess just hold on til then! That's where you've been! -kicks your internet.- Quote from: Chulanowa on 17-01-2019, 06:12:16Hey guys, sorry for the slow slowness, and I regret to inform you there's more ahead; I've got an internet issue that probably won't be fixed before Saturday. So, I guess just hold on til then!Glad to hear you're okay, Chula. Net problems suck but they're far better and more resolvable than most other kinds. I had a kind of rough family situation last week but it's mostly done with, now, and i'm catching up on owed posts.Quote from: Bibliophilia on 17-01-2019, 06:30:04That's where you've been! -kicks your internet.-...ANd speaking of owed posts... *Waggles eyebrows* No worries Chula. We can wait. Wish you strenght of will though, internet problems can be really infuriating to deal with. Oh dear XDMogroom takes another 1 ( point of Dex damage. And uh... I'm going to needfour morefort saves, or a success on a fort save at DC 13; whichever comes first. Just to save time.Centipedes, man, they're devilbugs. Quote from: Chulanowa on 21-01-2019, 20:43:34Oh dear XDMogroom takes another 1 ( point of Dex damage. And uh... I'm going to need four more fort saves, or a success on a fort save at DC 13; whichever comes first. Just to save time.Centipedes, man, they're devilbugs.Bugs're bad, man, hm-kay? Also, welcome back Chula! Welcome back. Also bugs are terrible! Here are my rolls in order.1.129829 Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:37 At 2019-01-21 15:14:37, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 7 ( Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:40 At 2019-01-21 15:14:40, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 18 ( Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:46 At 2019-01-21 15:14:46, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 17 ( Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:49 At 2019-01-21 15:14:49, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 11 ( Quote from: Sain on 21-01-2019, 22:15:47Welcome back. Also bugs are terrible! Here are my rolls in order.1. 129829 Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:37 At 2019-01-21 15:14:37, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 7 ( 129830 Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:40 At 2019-01-21 15:14:40, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 18 ( 129831 Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:46 At 2019-01-21 15:14:46, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 17 ( 129832 Noone or Anyone 2019-01-21 15:14:49 At 2019-01-21 15:14:49, Mogroom (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 11 ( good, so, you only failed one more save. Which resulted in another 1 ( point of Dexterity damage before the poison runs its course (So you have a total of 5 dex damage.)What this means is that your dexterity score is at -5 right now (so it's 15.) It can only be hearled through rest (eight hours of rest heals 1 point of ability damage, an entire day of resting heals 2) or through a Restoration spell (or something else that specifically addresses ability damage.)I imagine it's a lot of whole-body muscle cramping.For an idea... Quote from: Chulanowa on 21-01-2019, 22:38:44Oh good, so, you only failed one more save. Which resulted in another 1 ( point of Dexterity damage before the poison runs its course (So you have a total of 5 dex damage.)What this means is that your dexterity score is at -5 right now (so it's 15.) It can only be hearled through rest (eight hours of rest heals 1 point of ability damage, an entire day of resting heals 2) or through a Restoration spell (or something else that specifically addresses ability damage.)I imagine it's a lot of whole-body muscle cramping. For an idea... what kinda moron is that guy to make the bug bite him on purpose! I had to click it away ;DUgh. That dex damage is going to hurt for a while. Well, not the stupidest thing I've seen people make channels about to get internet-famous.But it's definitely in the running. You're all welcome for that. ;D In theory I should be back to at least some degree (maybe not quite as often as before but we will see) if my character hasn't been dropped or what not (if so, fully understandable and no hard feelings! Especially as I am clearly bad with estimates). I haven't had a chance to go back and read through all that I have missed so wasn't sure if that was the case. Welcome back, PAC! How're we doing Bib, Kimera?I'm enjoying this so I confess I get worried between sudden forward lurches. Still here.Posted, but not much Slizzle could do but see if others can help and look around. Quote from: Kimera on 27-01-2019, 20:12:15Still here.Posted, but not much Slizzle could do but see if others can help and look around.That's all Poz's last post was, too.Even 'dunno what to do' posts move things along. It's when everyone's sitting around not posting because they don't know of anything special they can do...That kills games. Sorry, I've been getting caught up in other stuff. I'll post tonight, scout's honor. I am apparently a shit scout. Sorry, my sleep schedule's been wonky, which means I fall asleep at like...eight. I won't be posting tonight, since I'm already getting sleepy, but I will make a note to myself so I remember to post tomorrow.Nug will be clearing out the dead bug and making certain there's no more before setting up camp. I figure she has the most experience with that given her frequent trips out to forage. If I could get perception checks out of Nug and Slizzle, that's be great. Alternately one of you can aid the other; it's still a perception check, but at DC 10, and the person getting helped gets +2 on their check. At 2019-01-29 20:10:30, Nug (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 28 ( sees all of space and time. Quote from: Bibliophilia on 30-01-2019, 03:11:04At 2019-01-29 20:10:30, Nug (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 28 ( sees all of space and time.Holy cosmic kobold revelations, Batman! Quote from: Chulanowa on 30-01-2019, 00:47:06If I could get perception checks out of Nug and Slizzle, that's be great. Alternately one of you can aid the other; it's still a perception check, but at DC 10, and the person getting helped gets +2 on their check.I was certain I added the link to the roll in IC, but apparently, I forgot :-[Slizzle got a At 2019-01-27 13:06:58, Slizzle (uid: 31025) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 27 ( Poz is surrounded by hyper-perceptive female kobolds.Thank goodness he's not sharp enough to be trying to do anything clever or sneaky (other than what he's been taught)! I'mma post today! Quote from: Bibliophilia on 07-02-2019, 19:13:51I'mma post today!Wewt! I just started typing as well! Quote from: Sain on 07-02-2019, 19:19:21I just started typing as well!I'm seriously considering making Mogroom talk like that forever. It's gonna last at least a few days with that dex damage :'( Quote from: Sain on 07-02-2019, 20:40:50It's gonna last at least a few days with that dex damage :'(I laughed so hard it hurt. Well done. Where's our Slizzle gotten to in all of this? Still with us, Kimera? Still here, just muzing on how to proceedSo how are the watch rotation? Nug first, then Povrim and then Slizzle or Mogroom? Mogroom is last, though will not mind if Slizzle takes the turn instead. Okay. Well either way, I guess the sorceress will just take a nap then until its her turn or they are ready to head out. Quote from: Kimera on 12-02-2019, 19:33:18Okay. Well either way, I guess the sorceress will just take a nap then until its her turn or they are ready to head out.You need to post something ICly about it, though. I'm just mentioning because this was like a week ago, and you're the only one who hasn't posted since Chula.I wanted to bounce an idea off folks.We had a player drop out early, and we're down to four kobolds...How would everyone feel about opening recruitment to try to add one or two more? I get that this is a 'casual' game that isn't as fast paced as many others people play in, but I still don't want to see it die off, and right now the gaps between posting are really, really huge, recently a few times because someone has said something in OOC but not gotten around to actually posting IC, so everyone is waiting on their IC post to continue. Would we like to add a 'bold or two? Kobold or few more might be fun :-) Quote from: Chanticleer on 20-02-2019, 03:49:49You need to post something ICly about it, though. I'm just mentioning because this was like a week ago, and you're the only one who hasn't posted since Chula.I wanted to bounce an idea off folks.We had a player drop out early, and we're down to four kobolds...How would everyone feel about opening recruitment to try to add one or two more? I get that this is a 'casual' game that isn't as fast paced as many others people play in, but I still don't want to see it die off, and right now the gaps between posting are really, really huge, recently a few times because someone has said something in OOC but not gotten around to actually posting IC, so everyone is waiting on their IC post to continue. Would we like to add a 'bold or two?Well not sure what to still write about. Everyone already reacted on the finding gold bit.I don't think its nessessary just to write a one sentence post stating slizzle will take 3rd watch... Quote from: Kimera on 20-02-2019, 17:05:24Well not sure what to still write about. Everyone already reacted on the finding gold bit. I don't think its nessessary just to write a one sentence post stating slizzle will take 3rd watch...The problem is that if you don't write such a post, then we all, including the GM, can end up sitting around going 'Gee, wish (Player X) would write a post so we can continue.'When you write something likeQuote from: Kimera on 12-02-2019, 19:33:18Okay. Well either way, I guess the sorceress will just take a nap then until its her turn or they are ready to head out.in the OOC, that isn't the same as 'please skip my character, she's taking a nap.' Instead we just all sit waiting to see when you will post her taking a nap.This is a kind of a slow-moving game, making it slower makes it more likely people will just lose interest and drop out. Please either say something clear like 'skip me' in the OOC, or write even a one-line post in the IC, okay? Hey everyone,Kimera has informed me that he's going to be stepping out of the game. Together with Cleric, that puts us down by two. And on reflection, I've gotta say, trying to do a slow hex crawl style game in PbP isn't feeling that good on my end.So as much as i hate to - i do like the concept and your characters - I'm going to go ahead and call this one a close. Thanks for your time and your patience with my slow ass, and I hope to see you guys in future games with much better pacing. :-\ I'm very sorry to hear that, Chula, but I do understand.I was enjoying it rather a lot. Aww, sad to see it. Oh well, I'm for sure utilizing my kobbo as an NPC of some D&D campaign at least :P

Fortune Favors the 'Bold! (OOC)

On display (AurelieCatena & aladdinlamp)

Valdi took the last few stairs and closed the door to the basement. He had spent most of the afternoon unpacking boxes. Actually only few boxes, but with very complicated contents. Few people outside the business understood how complicated it was to properly restrain a person. At least properly according to Valdi’s standards. Very often he was dissatisfied with the inadequate quality of the deliveries, but not this time. The new equipment was marvelous and the man was really inspired. Only if could test it on somebody. He had a few regulars, who could be easily persuaded to participate in some tests, but probably not with that kind of machinery. With such thoughts in mind the man unlocked the front door and turned around the “closed” sign to invite in anybody willing to dive in his unusual world.Valid took pride in owning one of the few shops in the country selling real bdsm equipment instead of toys. His merchandize was made especially for him, because he was not satisfied with the strength and the quality of the equipment produced by most of the manufacturers. Consequently his shop was very expensive and the casual visitors were often shocked by some of the prices. Still there were enough clients that truly appreciated his efforts to provide them with the best. This kind of clientele took years to build and the store keeper knew most of his clients personally. That is why he did not count on attractive show windows and shelves full of colorful toys. Actually most of the mechanize was not on display at all. Especially the items that he was not sure it was legal to sell. For the people passing by the shop it looked like a small and a little bit weird sex shop. The main color used in the decoration was black. The door was very heavy and, as the entire facade, appeared to be reinforced with steel. Inside the shop several large paintings could introduce the visitor to the nature of the establishment. There were few shelves with the most standard equipment on display. Collars, handcuffs, whips and others. Besides that there were only few chairs the really interested visitors could use while talking to the owner before he invites them in basement where the real stuff were on display. The customers where always handled one by one and Valdi tried to understand the personal needs of each of them. Fortunately there were very few people interested in his store during the day. That is why was didn’t worry he lost too much business while handing the new delivery.As the sun was setting the store keeper sat down on one of the chairs and started drawing some sketches on a blank piece of paper. This was one of his favorite occupations while waiting for clients and this was the way most of the things currently residing in his basement came to being. Lea was walking fast in dimming light of the evening. Her heels were clicking nervously on the macadam. It could be seen on her face that she was upset. She had some reasons to be: she had just slammed the door at the nose of the boss of her first job. It had seemed a nice place, in particular for a secretary with no experience in the domain. But after one week she had understood that this was not for her typist skills that she had been hired, but rather for her long legs and her deep and firm cleavage. Indeed, with her slender, luscious, tall body, her proud D-sized breasts and her fiery red mane cascading down her back to her mid-rift, she was a stunning sight. But she also was a skilled and organized professional, or so she thought.And now she was once again unemployed, as she had been since she had left school with her secretary diploma. The salary she had earned during this week would hardly pay her debts and she would be back to reading the ads and making phone calls, only to learn that two years of experience were required. At 23 it was raging not to be able to sustain herself and pay her bills. A long week-end of ruminating black ideas was awaiting her, she knew it.She turned the corner and there it was, this strange store with its steel reinforcements. It had always intrigued her, it has always had a strange appeal to her. From the outside it had little to offer to the passer-by but somehow it was striking some chord inside her. One day she had even googled for the name of the company as it appeared over the entrance. She had found a strange, cryptic website advertising for what looked like torture and restraint devices. She could not understand what those were for though. Renaissance fairs? Halloween parties? Theater?Far from informing her, the site had just made that special chord to ring louder inside her. But somehow she also knew there was something dark about it, something shameful. And although she passed in front of the building almost every day, she had never dared to actually enter.But today she stopped just in front of the door. She felt so upset, so low. She needed something to revive her spark, to overturn her ideas, and somehow it seemed that this place might help. She looked right and left and suddenly took her decision. She pushed the door, welcomed by a strange, lugubrious chime.She looked around and was only half surprised to see the shelves with all kinds of restraints, made out of leather or steel, sturdy or delicate, rough or artistically decorated. She felt her heart beating faster and let the heavy door close behind her. It took Valdi few seconds to lift his eyes from the schematics after he heard the door. The fact that he did not recognize the newcomer meant for him that she will probably just waste his time. Anyways he had nothing better to do so being helpful couldn’t hurt. After all there is a first time for everybody.“Maybe not for this one.” – Valdi though after more careful examination of the girl. He could normally tell who is ready for his merchandise and who is not after a single look. She just looked to innocent and shy. Even if she had it in her it would take a long time before she submits to the desire if ever.“Good evening.” – The man said to the girl with his usual deep and very calm voice. – “How may I help you.” – He remained in his chair.Valdi was tall, heavily build man and his constant visits to the gym had added to his genetics. With the years he noticed that some of the customers get intimidated if they enter his strange decorated store after significant hesitation only to be greeted by a sizable male looking down at them. That is why he preferred to remain sitting until the girl get used to him and the surrounding atmosphere. Lea jumped at the voice. She had not seen the man at first and now she felt a bit self-conscious as he was obviously looking at her."Well, uuuh. I'm not quite sure, " she answered. "I have always been intrigued by your shop and I decided to give it a look. May I ask you what are those... those... devices fort?" she asked, making a vague gesture towards the shelves of restraints. Valdi was not surprised at all. This was a popular question amongst the one time visitors looking around his shop as if it was some kind of strange attraction. Something like museum of the contemporary art may be. Not to be understood, but only to be observed they thought.“Each of them serves a different purpose.” – Explained the man after looking briefly towards the shelves.“But all of them are tools for transporting people’s cravings from the world of the imagination to the reality.” – Added Valid after a short pause.“That is way as the thought of the people are not the same the way they use those… How did you call them?... device… is different too.”- The store keeper’s eyes were now pinned at the girl’s face away thing here reaction almost indifferently. He was almost sure she will leave the shop. "From imagination to reality? Really?" she said with an ambiguous smile, while she walked into an aisle.Deep inside her her heart was pounding. As her eyes passed over the various restraints, she could feel her arousal growing. She imagined them holding her limbs. They looked secure, really. Not like the toys she had sometimes seen."You are saying that those restraints are real? Not toys? They would really prevent someone from moving?" she continued.She was walking down the aisle, still unsure what to do, feeling an urge to run out of that shop but somehow unable to do it.Shit, I've come in, I'm not going to leave before I have understood why I feel that attraction...She stopped in front of some black leather object, rather like a cylinder. It was tagged "posture collar". She took it and examined it, with a puzzled look. The thing was heavier than she would have imagined."For instance, what's the purpose of this thing?" she asked. “If used properly they may prevent undesired movements or help desired ones.” – Valdi answered. The girl was starting to get his attention. She was obviously more interested than he thought.Valdi looked at the item the girl asked for.“Generally it helps keeping the head of the person who wears it in the required position. It may be helpful in many different situations. For example if you need somebody’s attention focused on something it is good start. Not enough of course.” – Valdi explained.“You may try it if you want to see for yourself how it works. Sometimes things have to be felt to be understood.” "Oh, I may? Thank you!" Lea replied, feeling her excitement growing one notch higher.She looked at the collar, trying to understand how it worked. Three straps obviously allowed to close it. She tried to spread the thick, heavy collar. The black material creaked and resisted a little but she managed to open it wide enough to allow her to squeeze her neck into it.She understood immediately what the man had been hinting at. The leather sheath was going from the top of her shoulders to just under her jaws, with a protrusion extending under her chin that forced her to stare up at the ceiling. She found that she could hardly move her head, neither vertically, nor horizontally.Her fingers fumbled behind her neck, found the straps and buckled them at the first notch, tightening the collar a very little bit more. Then she tried to relax and analyse her feelings. She was pleased. There was a beginning of helplessness that was waking up some strange sensations inside her."Interesting..." she said, finally, contorting her torso to look at the man. "I indeed find that it blocks some of my freedom of movement. That's strange how just blocking one's neck make you feel handicapped..." Valdi observed the girl with interest. She was surprisingly curious.“Some people think of it as handicap. For others it is a relief. Especially if they are too tired of controlling their own destiny. It is not that easy to be a free man.” – The store keeper said.“But a real effect can be achieved only by combining several items.” – Valdi said. – “If you want to try another one please do.” – He added still remaining in his chair.The look of the beautiful girl with the collar around her neck awoke some instincts inside the man. He started to fell a familiar desire. The desire to own and control. He knew that desire very well, but was very often prevented to express it by the restrains of the society. "That's kind of you. I've never tried this and this is helpful to be allowed to test things..."Lea contorted again to look at the shelves. There were so many restraints to choose from."What kind of restraints would you advise for a beginner?" she asked eventually. “It depends on what you want to achieve by restraining.” – The man answered – “There can be many different goals.” – He added.“Most people start with handcuffs, because they are very easy to operate, but they give too much freedom for some purposes.” – Valdi thought for a moment. – “How about the leather cuffs? A pair placed just above the elbow can be very effective. Or they can be used on the wrists as handcuffs, but with better control and no risk of marks.” – The store keeper finally stood up and walked behind the girl to get a pair of leather cuffs and hand them to her.“Of course if you want them above the elbow you cannot put them on by yourself.” Lea tried to imagine herself cuffed and she felt her vagina clench. But she did not like to have her wrists cuffed. That would make her totally helpless. That might be dangerous. On the other hand, having her elbows cuffed would leave her hands free. That sounded much better."Let's try the elbow cuffs, if you want. I'm curious to see how it feels."And with that, she turned her back to the man after having gathered her long mane on the left side of her neck. Valdi approached her from behind and slowly prepared to put the pair on.“Some people feel that each restrain opens the door to new freedoms by allowing the discovery of new senses” – The man said while putting gently one of the cuffs above the right elbow of his customer.Now he was close to the girl and could smell her skin and fill the accelerate pounding of her heart while his hands touched her arm. Valdi’s own blood started moving faster in his veins. He wanted to tighten the cuffs a little more. To capture the creature that so unadvisedly had put herself in his hands. To own her and her perfect body. To be able conquer the depths of her soul. With force if necessary or even preferably since he did not believe in the value of the easy conquests.The left one was ready too and the he tightened the strap connecting the pair as gently as possible.“Here you go.” – Valdi said. The girl could no longer move her elbows away from her body. The store keeper was not sure that she realizes how vulnerable she is in this position. A swift though passed through his head. In this situation it was relatively easy for him to gag the girl and complete restraining of all her limbs. But since somebody could see that through the windows the idea was quickly dismissed. Lea felt a shiver running up her spine as the man's hands touched her skin and strapped the leather cuffs around her elbows. Several times she tried to look over her shoulder only to find her head almost completely immobilised. This was frustrating, but the frustration itself was waking strange echoes deep inside her.When the strap connecting the two cuffs was buckled, she felt a new rush. Her elbows had been very lightly pulled closer to each other. Nothing uncomfortable but still the tension could be felt. She tried to move and saw that it was as if her upper arms had been pinned to her torso. Her lower arms and hands were totally free though, which was reassuring her.She moved around, walking cautiously on her high heels, unable to see where she stepped. She did not want to stumble and fall as she would have been unable to use her arms to protect herself. It was indeed a great sensation. She felt both secured but also free enough to be at ease. She could still open the door and walk away, she could use her cell phone. Everything was fine.From the corner of her eyes -- because she was still forced to stare at the ceiling -- she looked at her image reflected in the window and she liked what she saw. The restraints worked together to give her a neat, stiff stance. She smiled. She felt tempted to continue, to try new things but she also had the impression that she had gone as far as it was safe to go. For a moment a battle raged inside her, and finally she said, in a somewhat reluctant voice:"Well... Thank you very much for allowing me to test your wonderful products... But I'm afraid I have wasted too much of your time now... You introduced me into an exciting world but I must be sincere with you: I don't have the means to pay all this..." Valdi was looking at the girl as she walked around the store. He was examining her figure and feminine forms. What a fine specimen, he thought.“Who could put a price on a dream, anyways?” – The man answered. – “And besides I keep these samples here to be enjoyed not just looked at.” – He moved towards the girl and stood behind her again. – “Should I remove those?” – He said nodding towards her elbows not sure what he would do in case of a positive answer. – “Or maybe you would enjoy trying something else too?” – He looked around the store and added – “Many customers enjoy the harnesses.” – He pointed towards a heavy black leather harness with many thick steel rings on the straps. The item was obviously designed to securely wrap the whole body and allow many other restrains connected to it. It was comfortably padded and strong so a person could be suspended in the air using it without experiencing too much discomfort.“Actually it is not a true restrain on its own. Many times it is used only for appearance.” – Said the store keeper. When she felt the man touching her elbow restraints, Lea felt an ambiguous sentiment. There was a bit of sadness, as she actually liked the feeling of having some freedom removed from her, but there was also a relief. This man could be trusted. If she ever felt uncomfortable, he would immediately free her. That was good to know.And now he did not seem that eager to see her go. He was really willing to help her. Probably a way to make his advertisement. This kind of shop had probably to rely on mouth-to-ear publicity... That was putting her in a kind of dilemma. One one hand sheknewthat she should stop now, but on the other hand the man had planted a sneaky seed inside her mind. A seed that was now spreading its tendrils deeper and farther around.She hesitated, staying mute for a moment. She pulled slightly on her elbow cuffs, felt the delicious sensation of restriction. Her breath rhythm increased slightly. That's when the keeper darted hiscoup de grâce: “Actually it is not a true restrain on its own. Many times it is used only for appearance.”She had to admit that the harness was looking hot, and she could imagined how it would press into her whole body... She grinned."Well... If you insist... I believe I'm going to test one more thing... But please do not restraint my arms or legs further..." A feeling of relief filled Valdi’s mind as the girl accepted his offer. He knew he could not just let her go, but also knew it was too risky to do anything drastic here.“Don’t worry about that. The harness will not limit you at all.” – Said the store keeper after after picking the item.“This one is very comfortable. The padding will not allow the leather to hurt the skin. Of course this is more important when you have fewer clothes underneath.” – All the straps were released and Valdi brought the harness in front of the girl. He started with the wide neck strap laying it down around leas neck and hooking the clasp.“Many women find it very sexy to wear just that without any actual restrains. Just as outfit.” – The next pair of straps was placed underneath the girl’s breast. The heavy thick leather lifted the bust a little after the man tightened the straps.The third clasp secured the straps around the girl’s waist leaving only the bottom strap hanging free. Valdi intoxicated by the girl’s presence. He hardly restrained himself from handing her much rougher, but was very careful not to scare her in anyway.“I hope it isn’t too tight.” – The man said and crouched to pass the final strap between the pair of perfect legs in front of him. He consequently fastened the strap to all the others reaching the one around the neck. The strap lifted the skirt up revealing most of Leas’ thighs. A final pull made sure the harness was secured well and applied some pressure on the gentle parts between Lea’s legs. In a combination with the collar and the elbows pinned together the harness was keeping the whole upper body of the girl very straight and her breast was popping very obviously. As he observed the result Valid though that maybe the harness was not such a good idea. It made Lea look very unusual with her bare legs in high heel shoes, well outlined tits and fixed neck she was standing in the middle of the store. She could easily get embarrassed and decide to end what he hoped was just beginning. Lea was a bit confused as the shop keeper was placing the harness on her body. But she had to admit that she liked the way he was taking care of her. As the restraints were added one by one on her body, she was losing the privilege to move freely, but was also discharged from the burden to choose, to make decisions. This was slightly intoxicating and she was fighting her urges, as she wanted to keep her mind clear and not go too far.The straps were placed one by one, pressing into her flesh through her clothes. She could feel them circling her chest, pressing harder when she breathed in, cinching her narrow waist and flat belly.As the last strap was tightened, she felt her skirt trussed up high, discovering entirely her long, well-toned legs. She was proud of her body and was not ashamed to show herself in bikini, on the beach. But here it seemed a little bit out of place. Again she looked at herself in the window. The harness was indeed very hot. She understood why it might be used as an outfitper se. But here it was not at its advantage. Her blouse and her skirts were bulging between the straps, ruining most of the effect.The solution was obvious: either remove the harness or the office clothes... But she did not feel ready to abandon her respectability carapace, yet.Looking at the shop keeper from the corner of her eyes, she smiled. The collar was becoming a little difficult to bear as it kept her neck in so unusual a position. But she did not want it to come off. She liked its strictness though, and she was afraid that once she began to remove restraints, the keeper would change his mind and not let her try his products."That harness if great indeed! I love the way it presses into me, how it keeps me straight too... And you are right, it is very comfortable."At this point she had a hesitation. Strange images were passing through her mind. Images she had seen in movies, images of Roman or African slaves covered with heavy irons, of witches locked into sturdy yokes. Finally, she decided that it did not cost anything to ask..."Those restraints are very neat indeed, but they don't look quite real. I mean, with their shiny finishing, their padding, they hardly look like those... shackles one sees in the movies. Do you also have this kind of things?" Valdi could not believe his luck. It was almost too easy, he thought.“Actually those are very effective too if used properly, but I also have some more sophisticated pieces. They are not so easy to use, but the results are marvelous. Some more rough looking items area available too to those who prefer genuine heavy iron.” – The store keeper said. – “If you are interested I can show you some of them in exhibition room.” – He pointed towards the door in the back of the room. – “There are also several mirrors in case you would like to see yourself from all sides and in the proper atmosphere.” – Valdi continued advertising the option. – “And no prying eyes to invade your privacy” – He added looking at a man on the street who sled his sight over Lea’s legs several times while passing by the store. Lea blushed as she realised she could be seen from the outside. She quickly moved behind an aisle. Then she glanced at the door the shop keeper had hinted at.What is behind this door?she wondered.More treasures it seems, more complex devices he has said.... Again she felt the demon of curiosity nibbling her. But going in the back would put her out of reach of the exit door, of the safety of the public area. She was beginning to trust the man, but maybe not that far yet."Mmmh... Well, can't we stay here? Maybe you can bring here some of the smaller pieces to show me? Maybe you would be kind enough to let me try them?"Again, she tried to look straight into the man's eyes but the strict collar was keeping her face turned at the ceiling. Her hands flailed instinctively as she tried to reach the straps behind the collar, but of course the elbow binding was stopping her. She could not even reach the front of her collar. She felt a bit of fear when she realised it but then she told herself that it would have been useless anyway. Her intention had not been to remove the collar but to loosen it a little, and she remembered that she had actually buckled it at the loosest notch. She wondered what the collar would feel like if it were tightened to the maximum... She was tempted to ask the man to show her but she decided against it, in the end. Valdi thought for a second. It looked like she is willing go a little further so he decided to go along with her wishes instead of doing something drastic immediately. And besides the game of slowly convincing her to trust him was becoming more and more interesting.“As you wish, but I cannot bring the most interesting items, because they are too heavy or require installation. Is there anything in particular you have seen in the movies you would like to try?” – Valdi asked.“For example iron chains for the ankles. They are very popular I think.” – He thought for few seconds – “I also have one new very interesting chain system that I can bring here, but to show it to you I will have to chain both your ankles and wrists and I don’t think you are ready for that. Maybe something simpler you are curious about?” The idea of wearing heavy ankle irons sent shivers down Lea's back. She imagined heavy sets, rusty, linked with thick chains. And then slaves covered with cruel, heavy devices made of heavy iron, head cages, iron balls... Her imagination went wild, set ablaze by the shop keeper's words.She blushed at those thoughts and then, in a hesitant voice, she said, "Why don't you bring the most creative device you have? The one you are most proud of? Of course, it should be portable..." She took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from saying what she intended to, and then she let it go: "I promise I'll test it, whatever it is." Valdi’s imagination rushed through the endless possibilities. It would have been better if she had agreed to go downstairs, but that was enough for him. Once the heavy bounds were place on her body the situation would be different.“Ok. I will do that for you. It is a rare thing to meet somebody with real taste for my mechanize.” – He smiled and started for the door to the stairway. Then after suddenly stopping he asked. – “Would you feel more comfortable if I lock the front door in case someone tries to come in?” Lea's mind churned fast, weighing the comparative advantages of safety and privacy."Yes, maybe... But please leave the key on the door and turn the sign to 'CLOSED', would you?"While the shop keepers was away, she tried to move her neck about to relax it. It was really beginning to ache. She began to wonder if it would not be more comfortable if it were buckled tighter. Maybe she would not have to use her neck muscles at all... After few minutes Valdi was back in the store. The sound of pieces of iron bumping into one another could be heard for some time before the door opened. In his hand the man who entered the room carried heavy pieces of chain with some iron shackles hanging down. Everything looked very old. The iron was rusty, but still looked very steady.“This one has a very interesting story.” – Valdi said while he approached Lea. – “The man who sold it to me said that was actually used on a slave ship.” – The store keeper studied carefully the face of his customer for any sign of distress. – “At that time this kind of chains were not made of steel, but of tempered iron. That is why it is so thick and heavy. Let me show you how it works.” – He said and kneeled down in front of Lea. He slowly putted on of the shackles around the girl’s right ankle and screwed up the bold. He was trying to be gentle, but the heavy rusty iron was inevitably scratching the skin a little.“Actually this one was not used on all slaves. It is specially designed for those who had to be punished.” – The second shackle closed around the left ankle of the girl. A short chain was now restraining the distance between Lea’s feet to no more than 30 centimeters. In the middle of the chain it was connected to another one that led to a pair of shackles this time only few centimeters apart. These ones Valid started preparing for her wrists. Lea blushed and felt her pussy wetting at the sight of the sturdy, rusty irons, and maybe even more at the words the shop keeper used to describe their story. She did not complain as they were locked around her ankles. They felt heavy on her feet, and the chain was weighing them down even further. She was dying to look down at her feet but the posture collar would not allow her to do that."It was used to punish slaves? They don't look so painful to me?" she asked, while he was screwing the second leg iron.Then, as he approached her wrists, she had a movement backward."I'm not sure I want to get my wrists locked..." she said in a strangely constricted voice. He stopped and stood up in front of her.“I will need to do to if you want to see how it really works.” – Valid said. – “And also you made a promise. You promised to try whatever I bring.” – He continued with very calm voice. – “Are you going to break your promise?” – He was looking deep into her eyes. With the man's eyes fixed into hers (and she could not turn her face away because of the collar), Lea blushed."Uuuuh... Well... I promised, that's true...". She was hesitating. His calm voice seemed to indicate she could trust him. A criminal would not have such a calm behaviour... But nevertheless..."Listen, the collar is making my neck to ache... Could you please remove it first? I'm afraid that would be too much with the wrist shackles on..." she said, trying to earn some time. “Of course.” – Valdi answered. – “I have to remove it anyways.” – He added and removed the posture collar slowly.Then without asking her he continued his work on her wrists and soon they were chained together and connected to her ankles.“Let me explain you the idea of this device. The captors were chaining the slaves the way I did with you. Then they were connecting a neck shackle with a hook on the sealing.” – Said Valid doing the same thing, but instead of hook he used one of the shelves that looked more than capable of bearing Lea’s weight. But before that he placed the neck shackle. – “It is heavier than the collar, but is not restraining your movement almost at all.” – He said. – “Can you already see the purpose of the device?” As the posture collar was removed, Lea turned her head in all directions, relishing the relief. Her neck was soaked with sweat. Actually her whole body was beginning to perspire a little. She looked down at her chained ankles and felt a new rush. They looked so sturdy, so huge on her petite feet. They really looked helpless.She felt her forearms pulled gently but firmly behind her back. She did not resist, even though goose bumps appeared over her whole body. She knew that what was going to happen would render her totally helpless. The thrill was making her even more excited. She felt the heavy iron pressing into the flesh of her right wrist. It was cold, it was rusty, it was coarse against her delicate skin. She felt the it digging deeper when the man screwed the bolt further, until there was no slack left. Then her left wrist was locked similarly, with only one link of chain between the two shackles. Her wrists were now locked behind her back. Added to the elbow restraints, this was making her arms totally useless. In particular as the ankle chain was preventing her from lifting her hands above her buttocks.Her mind was now churning in circles as she felt more and more helpless. She was trying to think how it could be painful. She had promised to let the device be put on her and she did not struggle as the new collar was locked around her neck. It was even heavier and much less comfortable, even if she was now able to move her head freely."I don't see..." she finally said. “The idea is that this way the slave had to always remain standing on his feet or get suffocated by his own weight. The length of the chain must not allow the slave to kneel down or squat all the way.” – The man checked the chains again with a swift look. He was satisfied by the way the girl looked. He felt she was in his power already. She had too much ordinary cloth for his taste and the fine leather restrains she still wore did not correspond to the dirty old iron chains, but it was a good starting point.“And the final touch is this.” – Valdi said and pulled down the girl’s wrist shackles forcing her to squat until the chain connecting her neck to the shelve was fully stretched. Then he shortened the connection between her wrists and ankles by inserting a bolt to pin two of the segments together. – “That way the slave cannot stand up straight too. The connected elbows do not allow him to lean forward and the only possible position is to remain half squatting. That is very exhausting position as you could probably tell already. It takes few minutes for the pain in the legs to appear and even for the strongest people it is hard to remain standing for more than 30 minutes. After that a slow suffocation will start unless the some of the restrains are removed.” Lea looked up at the chain that linked to her new collar to the top of the shelve. It had some slack but obviously not enough to allow her to kneel or sit down. The chained girl was still trying to understand the whole purpose. Of course she could not stand like that for hours, in particular in high heels, but then she could probably kick them off if needed.But then she felt the traction on her wrists. The shackles were already biting painfully into her skin and she had no choice but to bend her knees to follow the tug. Just as her collar, pulled up by the now straight chain, was forcing her to hold her head stiffly upwards, she heard the bolt shortening the wrist to ankle chain being slipped in. And then she understood all the cruelty of the position, without even having to listen to the man's explanation."Very clever indeed!" she said in a slightly strangled voice. She was worrying a bit but she decided to play along with her role. After all, that was what she had been fantasising about when he had told her about those slave's restraints.He had talked about a few minutes before the pain would appear, but that was without taking the high-heels into account. Having worn them for the whole day, her feet and calves were already sore and the squatting position had just made things worse. After 30 seconds, her toes, forced into the pointy tips of the shoes, were already killing her. She tried to shift her position but the shackles cruelly yanked on her frail wrists. She grimaced. She considered complaining but her pride did not let her vocalise her pain. Not after only a few seconds. She did not want to seem to chicken out so fast.She tried to bring her feet together. Because the heels were firmly planted into the floor, dragging them was not easy, in particular as each move was causing at least one of the five iron shackles to bite into her flesh. Bit by bit she managed to bring her ankles together, which gave her some slack in the collar chain. Just enough to straighten a little bit and shift the strain to different muscles.In her new position, perched on her heels, her balance had become quite precarious. Whenever a cramp was causing her to tip forward or backward, she was brutally yanked back by her collar, which was now pressing its unyielding edge against her jaw bone and throat.After only two or three minutes, Lea's limbs were already burning with multiple cramps and she was beginning to feel the anguish of slow hanging. She was sweating profusely and transparent spots were beginning to appear on her white blouse, wherever it touched her skin.She directed a grimacing smile at the shop keeper and said, "OK. I got it. A clever torture indeed. I am already unable to bear it. Could you please release me now, and maybe see what else you have in your Ali Baba's cavern?"She tried to joke and look brave but she was actually refraining the urge to scream and beg him to release her fast out of this hell. Valdi stood behind the girl and walked around her several times as she was fighting to maintain balance. The system worked perfectly as expected. The store keeper liked this kind of torture. According to his opinion the simple inflicting of pain was just a plain absence of imagination. He liked tortures that made the victim an active part of the process. He believed it the endless struggle was much harder to bare than the pain.Looking down at the girl as she requested to be release he was playing with the thought to leave her like that for some time. He would very much like to wait and see what would be her ultimate choice. Would she give up at some point being unable to bare the pain and exhaustion in her legs or maybe she would keep applying as much force as possible until enough of her weight is transferred to her neck for her to lose consciousness.But after a short hesitation which must had felt as an eternity to Lea he kneeled down and released the bolt used to shorten the chain and pushed a chair under the girl’s bottom.“Yes, this torture is very effective. Especially if you do not have enough time something more complicated.” – Valdi said. – “So what else would you like to see?” – He asked without making any attempt to release any of her restrains. – “Maybe you saw enough torture equipment for now. Maybe we should show with something different?” Lea's eyes had been poised into those of the shop keeper as he was hesitating. All her body was screaming for release and for a moment she had the horrible impression he was going to let her suffer. But immediately after he removed the pin and she sprung on her feet with a long sigh of relief.For some time she was busy stretching and shaking her sore legs, flexing her back and recovering her breath. She was soaked in her own sweat and panting heavily."Wow! That was scary!" she finally said. "I can't imagine what the slave must have felt, bound like this for hours, with no hope of being released, except for more torment. This was very painful, but quite instructive too, I dare say."“So what else would you like to see?” – He asked without making any attempt to release any of her restrains. – “Maybe you saw enough torture equipment for now. Maybe we should show with something different?”After what she had been through, Lea was now ready to trust the shop keeper. She thought about his proposal for a moment and then, "Yes, as you are kind enough to make me explore this new world, I'm willing to take that opportunity. Why don't you show me something different?"Then, on a lower tone, she added, "You know what? I feel like my clothes are a bit in the way. And I would not want them to be damaged. Do you think we could remove them? Of course, I'll keep my underwear. And maybe we should move to the private area in the back?" The store keeper felt a wave of excitement. He was eager to continue to play with Lea’s perfect body. And now he had that chance. He was also relived that he could do that without resorting to anything drastic up here where they could be seen.“Very well.” – Valid said. – “We can move to the exhibition room. It will be much easier to try new things there.” – He released the chain connected to Lea’s neck from the shelve and then removed the shackles from her ankles to allow her to walk free. The girl’s legs were constantly in front of his eyes. So smooth, so beautiful, still completely uncovered. Valdi liked his toys perfect.“You can move now. Let’s go in. We can remove the things we don’t need there.” – He said and stood up holding released end of the chains in his right hand. That way he could easily move her around if he decided to.The man started for the door he previously used when he brought the chains, but this time very lightly pulling Lea with him. Lea walked behind the shop keeper, feeling a little like a dog led on a leash. She was curious to see what the demonstration room was containing and as soon as she entered it, she looked all around. The door led them to a stairway going down. The store keeper and his customer walked down the stairs and reached another door. This one was made of heavy wood.“You are right about the cloths. They are just not suitable for such tryouts.” - Valdi pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. As the key turned the noise of some kind of complicated locking contraption could be heard. Then the man opened the door and invited Lea in with a light push.“If you like I have some better looking underwear too.” - As they passed the door she could see that it was very heavy and thick door with a steel layer in the middle. It closed with a strange sound and from that moment all the distant noises of the building and the city disappeared completely.The dim light inside was revealing a large room with various kinds of contraptions, shelves and stands full of all kind of equipment. There were also two other doors besides the one they came from. Two of the walls had big mirrors that could be made even more useful using several other portable mirrors mounted on special carts that could be seen around the room. There were many hooks and rings mounted at many place on the walls the floor and the ceiling.“Is there anything special you would like to try? Something you wander about?” – Valid started removing everything form Lea. At the moment the door of his “exhibition room” closed he knew she was completely in his power. He could do whatever he wished to, but did not want to force her into anything yet. He was very curious to see how far she could go on her own. After all she was nearly suffocated only few moments ago and was still willing to try new things. He had totally misjudged her in the beginning, Valdi thought. Lea looked in awe at the room and its content. There was so many things to see that she could not embrace them all in one shot, and some of them she did not even know what they were for. The closing of the door lifted a spark of concern that she quickly swept away when the man began to release her from all her restraints.Soon she was as free as when she had entered the shop. Then she removed her shoes, skirt and blouse, trying to flatten the ruffling they had been subjected to during the last moments. She folded them neatly and put them on a shelf. Then she turned toward Valid, only wearing her white underwear. Half naked, she was even more stunning, the narrowness and flatness of her waist accentuating the proud shape of her breasts."You are right. I might use some underwear more fitting to this activity. What did you have in mind? As for what to do next, I must confess that I am a total neophyte and I feel difficult to suggest something... I believe I have a weakness for sturdy, heavy restraints. But I would hate missing something more original because of my lack of references. What would you suggest?" “Let’s start with the outfit.” – Valdi suggested. He walked around and picked up a few items for Lea.“I don’t have many bras here. Most of the people do not use them, because in many cases free access to the area is a must. But you can try one of those.” – He handed her two bras. Both were made of black leather. The first one could barely cover the nipples of Lea breast and the second one was actually only for support leaving everything revealed.“Alternatively you can put on this harness. It is actually like a bra.” - He showed her a harness designed to wrap only the upper part of the torso. The straps formed rectangles around the tits and rectangles were covered by pieces of black leather zipped to the harness. They could cover Lea well but also could be easily removed at any time. Lea blushed at the sight of the underwear Valid was presenting her. Still she had to admit that black leather would fit better with the restraints. So, after much hesitation, she opted for a black thong, or rather a G-string which left her buttocks totally bare, and the skimpy bra that would only cover her areolae and nipples.Taking them, she walked to the other side of the room, behind some kind of large piece of equipment, and there, unseen from the shop keeper, she hastily changed her own underwear for the new one. She looked at her image in a mirror and blushed. This evening was really turning hot. She noticed that the leather of her new bra was so thin that her erect nipples could actually be see n poking against the material. The bra was serving almost no purpose. It was neither lifting her breasts -- not that they needed it - nor hiding them. If anything, it was attracting the eye to them.Then she walked back to where the shop keeper was, walking in a luscious way, feeling the cold concrete under her bare feet. Valid followed the girl with his eyes as she walked away and then again as she came back. Now with her body almost entirely uncovered she was boiling the blood in his veins. She was simply perfect and now his property. He wandered what she would say if he immediately explained her that he has no intention of letting her leave. At least for some time.“Excellent.” – Valdi said. – “Now we can dig into the real business.” – He winked at her. – “Have you ever tried sensory deprivation? It might be fun in combination with some of the other items.” "Sensory deprivation? Like a blindfold for instance? Well, why not. Although I would love to be able to see myself at some point... Or do you mean one of those head-cages I have seen over there? Anyway, I'm trust you to show me the best," she answered, making no attempt to hide her body, even though she saw very clearly that he was looking at her intensely."But before we begin, I want your word that you are not going to take advantage of me while I'm helpless and have sex with me? At this point, I'm sure I can trust you but still I wanted to make sure you understood."Better be on the safe side, she told herself.If I'm gagged, it might be difficult to make him know my point of view. “Don’t worry about it. I will not do anything like it.” – Valid was amused. He found it very unusual that this was the thing that worried Lea the most. Of course he had to admit that with a luscious body like hers she had every reason to suspect that such thought passed his mind. Especially if she had already noticed the large bulge on his pants. He didn’t want that to happen, but the view he was subjected to and his customer’s willingness to submit to his treatment had made his cock stone hard. After all he was a man and the plentiful sight of the girl’s large, almost completely uncovered tits in a combination with the rest of her sculptured body had the expected effect.“We can start with a simple blindfold.” – Valdi said and started towards Lea with the mentioned item in his hand. – “Later I can show you something more extreme too.” – He said while preparing the buckles and pointing a shiny metallic sphere with only a single whole in the bottom. The device was suspended from the ceiling on chain with very large segments and that made it look very heavy. A second later Lea was immersed in complete darkness. The blindfold was carefully designed not to let any light reach the bearer eyes.“The thing I like the most about the blindfold is that after some time all other senses become sharper.” – Valdi said. – “To increase the effect I offer to all mu customers another very useful device.” – He left her standing blindfolded but otherwise completely free. She could hear him going away, picking up something and coming back. Lea was reassured by Valid's promise. She knew he was a man to hold his word and this allowed her to relax.She looked at the strange sphere hanging from the ceiling. She had seen it already but would never have imagined it was a blindfolding device. It looked like a helmet and seemed very heavy. She wondered if she would be able to carry it with the sole strength of her neck...But she had little time to observe the device longer as the shop keeper was already behind her with the blindfold. As it was applied to her face, Lea had just the time to see that it was more than a simple scarf. It's shape and thickness was especially designed to fit the tri-dimensional shape of the head. It was fastened tight behind her head and she was plunged into total darkness. She could not even peer light at the sides of her nose.Blind, she felt a little out of place, not knowing what to do, where to "look" at. He was right saying that her other senses seemed amplified as she could hear every little sound the man was doing. That was not really helping her to guess what was going to happen. Valid brought back with him a strange headset. It consisted of two headphones with large padding connected by very steady steel half-ring. Each set had and additional earplug connected to it. The device was also connected with a wire to a very arrow strap.“It will help you to understand your moods better.”The narrow strap was placed and secured around Lea’s neck. It was very comfortable and she could easily even forget that it is there. Its whole purpose was to detect the girl’s heartbeat.The next job for the store keeper was to gently put the earplugs into Lea’s ears. And then the entire headset was placed over the already blindfolded girl’s head. The device covered the entire ear shells and with the help of the already placed plug could completely control the audio input to Lea’s brain.A switch was turned on and from now on the only thing Lea could hear was the pounding of her own heart.Valid was very proud of this gadget, because he had designed the item on his own. He liked the old time mechanical devices, but from time to time enjoyed the advantages of the modern technologies too. Before he had it build he was always struggling with the problem of depriving his slaves of hearing. The human ears were becoming very sensitive when it was completely covered and the loud noises were silenced. Consequently the victim could hear some noises unless very large and impractical paddings were used. With the new devices instead of silencing all sound Valdi was just replacing them with the sound of the victims own heartbeat. There were still large paddings and the sound from the headphones and the earplugs made the ear completely insensitive to the very quiet outside noises. But there was much more. With this device the slave was able to hear his own fear and anxiety and in most cases that amplified the mentioned sensations. Some people even started felling their heartbeat as a pulsation going through their entire body which had profound psychological effect.After some testing the store keeper had added one additional feature to the device. A small knob allowed him to gradually speed up or slow down the playback. In most cases if he did that right the actual heartbeat of his slave was changing accordingly, because the victim’s brain was used to the synchrony and was unconsciously trying to keep it. Lea felt earplugs pressed into her ears, along with a set of headphones. Instantly, the ambient sounds were quieted. A moment later, she was startled by a loud sound coming directly from the headset. It did not take long for her to recognize a heart-beat. HER heart-beat. This recognition immediately seemed to increase its rhythm.The blinded girl had never liked to hear her heart. Sometimes, when she was trying to fall asleep, laying on her side, she would put her hear on top of her arm and hear her heart beating, and she did not like it. She was always the impression that it was going to stop and this was anguishing her. In the present case, the effect was even stronger as the sound was much louder.Her heart beat began to speed up as her comfort decreased. The sound felt like a hammer pounding on her head and reverberating into her heart.She brought her hands to the head-set and removed it hastily."oooh! Sorry, but I really don't like that thing... Can't we test something else?" she complained. Valdi rushed to the other end of the room to get a large mattress. He knew that after that sensory depravation was not an easy thing to bear and preferred to lock the girl in place before she got too scared and started removing everything from her head. The man dragged the mattress through the room and placed it behind the girl. It was very doubtful she could she could guess what was happening from the gentle air blows and the almost undetectable vibrations of the concrete floor as Valdi moved around.He was barely finished with that and the girl removed the headset.“We can leave it switched off.” – Valdi said and without waiting for an answer he стартед placed the device back on its palace, but only after switching it off. Lea was taken aback as the head-set was placed on her ears again. Her mouth opened to protest and then she realised the hear-beat had been turned off. That calmed her down and she lowered her hands, which she had lifted to tear the set off again.She took a few deep breaths and then she said, "OK, like that I can bear it. But I just can't listen to my hear-beat. Sorry for that." Valdi looked around for a pair of handcuffs in case Lea had to be restrained by force, but soon he realized that would not be necessary.After that the man prepared four chains with very comfortable leather cuffs and secured them in four rings on the floor before approaching the girl from behind and preparing to take swift actions.He blocked her way to step back and caught her hands pushed her back on the mattress which she probably still though was the hard concrete floor. Then he tightened one of the leather cuffs around her left wrist still holding both her hands. The operation was repeated with the right hand. Two more identical actions locked her ankles in the desired positions. Now the girl was stretched into position on the mattress. Valdi had calculated the length of the chains to spear her any discomfort or pain. The cuffs were very wide and comfortable and Lea could lay there without comfortably unless she decided to pull the restrains in an attempt to get free or uncontrollable panic. Lea was relaxing, standing, her breath slowing down. She vaguely heard a clanging of chain at some point, as Valid was moving around her.Suddenly, she felt him grab her wrists and push her backward. She tried to step backward but something blocked her legs and she fell backwards. She let out a yelp of surprise and fear and braced herself for the fall on the hard floor."What the fuck..." she exclaimed. But then she landed on the mattress and understood it had all been a trick to scare her. And it had succeeded. Her heart was again beating fast. While she was making those reflection, she felt leather being strapped to her wrists and ankles with well-practised dexterity. In a matter of seconds her arms were restrained apart, and soon her legs joined them. She did not struggle, knowing that it was just a mock assault, even though it was maybe a little too brutal to her taste. But as she had just protested against the heart-beat sound, she did not dare to complain again, lest Valid would get bored and stop the session.Once she was secured, she pulled lightly on her limbs, testing the amount of freedom she still had. It was not much. She could flex her arms a very little, as well as her legs but that was all. As she moved, she could hear the chains clanging on the concrete of the floor. A smile showed itself on her face. This situation was exciting. Helpless but in the hand of someone she knew would care for her comfort. Forgotten were the concern of her life and job. She was entirely focused on the present experience.The mattress was comfortable but its surface was not very smooth. There was probably no sheets, she imagined. She turned her head and wrinkled her nose. Blind and almost deaf, her sense of smell seemed enhanced. Not for her good though. The mattress was stinking. A smell of dust, stale moisture, sweat... maybe urine too... and countless other smells she could not identify but were not pleasing her delicate nose."What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice echoing strangely inside her head, deafened as she was. Valdi did not bother to answer Lea’s question. The man regulated the climatic system of the room to 30 degrees. He did not want Lea to feel anything from the outside world. No light, no sounds, no pain, no chill or heat. Now he approached her and turned the headset on again. The rhythmic syncope of her heart was again amplified and transmitted directly into the girl’s mind.Now he had to wait for her to get used to her new situation. He waited for her senses to get very sharp and for her mind to get totally disoriented and maybe for some fear to creep in her thought constantly subjected only to the rhythmic beating of her own heart.Valid started observing the development with great interest. He was very curious what would happen and also it was enjoyable to watch an almost naked girl lying on the floor and completely subjected to his power. Lea felt the shop keeper bending over her head, there was a click, and suddenly the pounding of heart was again echoing through her skull."Hey, no! I told you I did not like that! Stop it!"She waited a moment, her heart-beat speeding up again in sync with her anxiety. As the man did not reply, she turned her head left and right, as if she was looking for her. Of course, her blindfold was preventing her to see anything, and the evil head-set was stopping all external sound. She was not even sure if the man had spoken or not."Hey! Did you hear me? Please stop that thing!!! I can't bear it!" she called again.Again she waited for some reaction, her anguish growing, her heart pounding faster and harder. She began to pant, her breasts moving as her chest heaved up and down. A sheen of perspiration began to appear on her splayed, nearly naked body.Is he gone?she wondered.He would not have abandoned me like that!"HEY!!!!" she called in a louder voice, and distress could be perceived in her tone. "HEYYY!!!! COME BACK! STOP THAT SHIT!!!"No response. No reaction. Of course, isolated as she was, she was unable to really know if there was a reaction or not, but nothing changed for her. The sound of heart was now deafening, pounding through her skull and her whole body. Anxiety became anguish. She pulled on her restraints until the chains were taut, and then some more. Muscles were bulging and clenching under her sweaty skin all over her sweaty body.Her fists were clenching and unclenching, her fingers were stretching, trying to reach her head. Of course it was hopeless as her hands were maintained way too far from it. After some time, she tried to rub her head against the mattress, trying to dislodge the head-set or blindfold, but that too proved useless. Nothing moved.Her heart seemed to have stabilised after some time at a frantic rate. It felt as if she was bound inside the machinery of a steamboat. A shiny layer of perspiration was now bathing her skin and soaking the mattress under her. When she realised this, she began to understand why the mat was stinking so much. Could it have already been used like this? How many poor souls had been contorting themselves helplessly on its top?"STOOOOP!!!!" she screamed in a panicked voice. She was now scared by the idea that she might have fallen into a trap. She was screaming her lungs out but she could not hear the sound of her voice echoing against the walls of the room. It felt as is she were screaming into nothingness, as if her voice was absorbed immediately upon passing her lips."STOOOOPPP!!!! THAT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE! STOP IT, I BEG YOU! LET'S TRY SOMETHING ELSE IF YOU WANT, BUT NOT THAAAAAT!!!!"She screamed louder and louder, contorting her body on the mattress, yanking powerfully on the chains. But the only effect it seemed to have was to increase the loudness and rhythm of her heart-beats. She was panting hard, her mouth was gaping wide as she tried to fill her lungs.After long minutes of panic, she tried to calm herself.You don't risk anything!she repeated to herself inwardly.You are safe, there is no pain, only your mind panicking! Calm down... Calm down...After many repetitions of this tantra, her anguish began to lower, so followed the rhythm of her heart. She forced herself to remain immobile, not to fight her restraints. This was useless anyway.Maybe that's what he is trying to teach me? Maybe he is waiting for me to calm down to release me?she thought, full of hope. Valdi was observing that effect his device had on the girl with increasing interest. He remained far enough so she could not detect his presence, but close enough to release her in case the situation got out of control. He was actually surprised, by her reaction. After the way she bared his squatting torture he did not expected her to panic so fast, but his long practice had thought him that every person is different and unless you know your slave very well you could never tell if the next thing will bring him to a heart attack in the midst of mindless panic or will be almost disregarded as mere inconvenience.That is why he was very careful when a slave got mindless like that, but soon enough the worst was over. The man still kept observing the girl. He felt the strong temptation to possess Lea. He wanted to make every bit of her his own. The head of his cock was budging his pants even harder now as the girl’s skin was shining wetted during her struggle, but he found it much more appealing to possess her mind. He decided to make the perfect slave out of this girl. He always dreamed to train a slave that he could completely control without a single restrain, but never had the proper subject at his disposal. Also that would be a very long and complicated process that required a great devotion. Meanwhile he tough he could use this perfect figure for some advertisement. He was sure that any man who could see his merchandized used on Lea’s stunning body would want to buy from him.Now Lea was calm enough and Valdi decided to leave her alone. He had do a thing or two and anyways she had to be left like that for a while for her sensations to get really sharp before he could continue with his plan.Soon he carefully closed and locked the door behind himself making every effort to prevent Lea from finding out what is going on. After some time, Lea managed to return to a normal heart rate. She had hoped that she would then be freed but nothing happened."Hello? Shall we try something else?" she attempted.No response.From time to time she continued to call for help or release, without getting any reaction. She lost the notion of time. She had no idea how long she had been laying there. Her shoulders and hips were beginning to ache from the long lack of movement in a unnatural position. Her mind was getting dumb from hearing the constant pounding of her heart. Sometimes she tried to pull on her restraints, just to test if they were still locked. Lost in her private, isolated world, she had no way to know what was happening around her.A few times she got mad from frustration and she yanked frantically on her chains, jerking her limbs, bucking her hips, her heart on the verge of making her ear-drums to explode. Those bouts were leaving her exhausted, aching and covered with sweat. She began to wonder if she had been abandoned to die. She was beginning to feel thirsty. Not dying from thirst, but her lips and mouth were dry. Maybe because she had screamed so much... Several hours later after Valdi had closed the shop and returned from a short dinner in a nearby restaurant he decided it was time to continue the session. He was eager to find out how the solitude had affected Lea. He expected she had become very sensitive and frightened. From his experience there was some chance of hallucinations, but it happened rarely with blindfolds. Normally he used dark rooms to induce this kind of reaction.Valdi spent most of the evening developing a plan for Lea’s training. He had already some ideas, but decided to start simple by testing her limits.The large sound proof door open and closed very silently and the man entered the room and found his victim lying on the floor as expected. The sweat had long evaporated and her skin was completely dry. The temperature was perfect and Valid decided that it was time for some tests. He removed his shoes to be able to move around as silent as possible. He doubted she could hear him anyways but it was in his nature to be careful in everything. Then he brought a small electric heater and placed it 50 centimeters away from the girl’s legs. He turned it on and started waiting for the reaction. Under normal condition the excessive heat could cause only a mild discomfort, but after over 4 hours of perfectly temperate environment and sensor depravation Valdi expected it to feel as if the girl is getting burned on a balefire. He was very curious to observe her reaction. Would she decide that the building is on fire disregarding the absent of any smell or maybe she would see through his tricks and would remain calm. He hoped he was careful enough and did not give up his presence or actions. He counted on the years of practice and all the mistakes he had learned from. He still remembered how embarrassing it was for him when one of his first slaves later told him she could smell and sometimes even test in the air his after shave every time he entered the room. Exhausted, Lea was laying still on the filthy mattress, in one of her increasingly longer period of rest when she felt a change in the atmosphere, a warming of the air. She lifted her head and turned it right and left, trying to pierced the darkness imposed by the blindfold. She wrinkled her nose for any sign of smoke or burn smell. There was nothing, except maybe some faint odour of heated metal.But the warmth was really there, and increasing. It seemed to be coming from the region next to her feet. As it got hotter, she pulled on her chains, trying to move her feet as far as possible from the heat source. Her heart was once again pounding into her deafened ears and she began to pant and sweat.The heat was increasing, getting hardly bearable. What was happening? And still no smoke, only this infernal heat. Valid was satisfied that the girl did not panic. He sensed that he will be able to go a long way with her. Then he went to a nearby shelf and picked up a blank notebook. After few minutes of preparation he was ready to write down the first results in his new journal. He was used to always keep record of his victim’s behavior. Even if it looked like he could never forget anything about this one he preferred to be sure.As he enjoyed the shine that came back on Lea’s sweating body the man stretched to get the next tool he was planning to use on her. This one was very simple, but effective. It was a quite large wooden paddle covered with leather. Valdi liked this one, because unlike most paddles it was made of only one layer of flexible wood. That way the speed of the slaps could get quite formidable without much effort on his part. Also the item was not covered with the usual back smooth leather. Instead light brown, rough, untanned leather was used. Valdi had also put some time in making it even rougher so he could achieve some effect by just sliding it with pressure over the slave’s body.He made few swings in the air and several seconds later was in position next to Lea’s helpless body. He looked her over head to toes and picked a place for his first test slap. His hand raised a little and with a swift motion of his wrist Valdi placed the end of the paddle somewhere in the middle of the inner side of Lea’s right thigh. The slap was not very strong, but enough for the sound to distinctively echo in the walls. Lea was squirming helplessly on the mattress, sweating and moaning, the sound of her heart pounding into her ears.Suddenly, out of nowhere, she felt a powerful sting on her inner right thigh. The sudden pain made her jerk, yanking on her chains while letting out a sharp yelp."What was that?" she asked, panting, her head turning from side to side. "Are you back?" Valdi spent almost a minute observing Lea’s body and giving her some time to relax a little and stop expecting another slap. Then he assumed a position striding above her legs and mentally marked his targets.A moment later the paddle was slitting the air to find its way to Lea’s naked skin. The slap was followed by another one and another one concentrated on the girl’s thighs and the outer sided of her pelvis. About 20 times the hard rough leather was stopped by the gentle smoothness of the store keeper’s new slave. The red tint started to give out the preferred targets of Valdi’s swift motions.The painful sequence stopped as sudden as it began and Valdi stepped aside to fill in a remark in his notebook. "Hello? Are you here?" Lea asked, her thigh burning from the slap. She tried to rub her thighs together to soothe the pain but she could not."Hey? Who is here?"Silence."Listen, this is not funny anymore. Let's do something else, OK?" Her voice was reverberated in a strange way by the headphones but she could not hear anything else.Is he gone again?she wondered.And then a new slap landed on her other thigh, and another, and another. Each slap was making her jump and buck in her restraints, yelping and moaning. Between each blow she tried to plea and beg for the rain to stop, to no avail.At last, when it stopped, her inner thighs were throbbing. They seemed to burn, as were her feet subjected to the continuous effect of the heater. She was panting and sweating."Oooh, please stop! I don't want to be hurt! I hate pain. Please, let's stop that. I don't want to play anymore!" she begged. While writing down his notes Valid decided that he does not want to listen to Lea’s screams and complains anymore. Normally he liked to speak with his slaves, but now she could not hear him and the one way communication was to his liking.The man was soon squatting next to Lea’s head while gagging her mouth. He used a large ball gag. While he was pulling down on the girl’s jaw to make the insertion he was trying to remember what was the story of this particular item. It overused and dirty but he could not remember what it was used for. Anyways it was good enough for silencing his new customer.While he was on that part of the girl’s body Valid decided to put on a collar to. This one was made of leather and had a special fastening device instead of a simple buckle. That way the user could easily achieve any level of strain desired. This option was immediately used to limit the airflow in Lea’s lungs in order to further discourage her attempts to make loud noises. Lea felt something brush against her left side. Yes, there was someone next to her, bending over. She could feel his warmth, his touch."Oh, thanks. My arms are beginning to ache..."Suddenly she felt something pressing against her teeth. Before she had time to protest the thing had already been stuffed deeper, parting her jaws. And the pressure was increasing, pushing her teeth further apart."Ooooo aaaaa!!!" She tried to voice her disagreement but she could not talk anymore.To protest, she clenched her teeth on the object to prevent it from being pushed deeper into her mouth. It seemed to be made of metal, or very hard plastic. Her front teeth could not get any purchase on it. Maybe it was rusty too.The pressure increased, with some jerks, and each time the ball was pushed further down, pushing her jaws wider. She gagged and screamed. The thing was too big for her! It was going to break her jaws, to disjoint them! The further her mouth was open, the less strength she had to keep the invader to get it. At last, her front teeth passed beyond the wider part of the sphere and the gag crashed into her mouth.Its taste was horrid. Its' surface was full of rust and little marks, and clogged with unidentifiable, dried remnants. It was keeping her mouth incredibly wide open. The poor girl tried to push it out with her tongue, but it was too well wedged between her teeth. When she felt the strap buckled behind her neck, pushing the huge ball even deeper, she knew it would not come out without the help of her hands.What's happening?she wondered, panic overwhelming her mind.Who is here? What are they going to do.She screamed loud and jerked in her restraints, vainly trying to tear the chains that were keeping her spread-eagled.And then she felt something circling her neck, its diameter shortening fast until it was so tight that it was pressing against her air pipe. He breath became a hiss. Her eyes bulged under the blindfold.He is going to strangle me!!!!Her jerking and bucking became even fiercer and she shook her head frantically from side to side, in a vain effort to shake the collar away.The lowered supply of oxygen meant that she could not keep that struggling for long. Soon she was panting, hissing and coughing, exhausted, her lungs burning and her nostrils flaring wide. As she paused to recover her breathing, she realised the collar had not been made shorter. She was kept there, on the verge of choking, with her heart banging into her ear-drums at a rhythm that was driving her mad. Valid remained next to the girl for some time to make sure the collar was strained optimally. He was pleased with her performance. No faints, no prolonged panic that could make her hurt herself on the restrains. Obviously her tolerance was high enough. That meant that she could be taught well which was a great news considering the store keeper had already decided not to part with her. Some unexplainable attraction drove him to Lea and now seeing her completely in his power was an incomparable inspiration for his imagination. An avalanche of ideas was seeping through Valdi’s mind as he was working around the room to prepare for the continuation of the tonight’s session. Unfortunately he had to leave the girl alone for few minutes until a new set of equipment was brought in.Few expeditions to the next room were enough for the man to bring in the 6 walls of a large iron cage. Soon they were all padlocked together to form the two meter high and one meter long and width box. The grid of the cage was relatively wide and allowed easy access to its content from all sides. A set of padlocks kept the whole construction secured to the floor to prevent to future occupant from moving his prison around.After finishing with these preparations Valdi went back to Lea and started unlocking her hands from the chains, but only to lock them together. Then he unlocked the girl’s legs and dragged her into the newly erected cage.As they traveled the few meters Valdi was looking at the other pair of people performing the same procedure. For a moment it felt as if their reflections in the mirror that occupied the entire north wall were living a life of their own. They were moving strangely. The girl in his twin’s arms looked somehow different, but still had the hottest body he had ever laid hands on. A sudden stronger movement on behalf of his captive returned Valid to the reality and made him remember that once the full restrains are removed the untrained slave could become a danger. The problem was promptly solved by a final push and a click of a padlock that was designed to pin the last unsecured wall of the cage in place.Now the store keeper could calmly observe the action of the girl with her legs completely free and hands only bound to one another on front of her. Again Lea was left alone. The microphones set around her neck were now capturing the hissing of her breathing along with the pounding of her heart, amplifying and feeding them to her earphones. She felt even more isolated now and the sound of her laboured air intakes were adding to her anguish.But all this was soon belittled by the pain she was feeling in her stretched jaw muscles. Cramps were forming and saliva was pooling in the back of her mouth. She was forced to swallow it at regular intervals, which caused a concerto of gurgling and coughing sounds.And suddenly the unknown man was back. She could not believe it when he freed her wrists shackles from the chains that were spreading them. She tried to struggle as he wanted to bring them together but she was much weaker than him and soon she felt her wrists locked together in front of her. Moments later her ankles too had been freed and she was yanked up on her feet.She could feel the strong embrace of the man as he was holding her upper arms tights and pushing her forward. She could smell his sweat, feel his clothes against her naked skin, but that was all as she was still blind and deaf. She tried to kick and jerk herself out of his hold but it was to no avail. She tried to dig her heels into the floor or to walk in another direction but he kept pushing her where he wanted her to go, whatever it was. She could feel his breath against her back as they struggled.And suddenly, with a last shove, he pushed her away from him. She staggered and crashed against some metal bars. Instinctively, her chained hands gripped the bars and she succeeded in keeping her balance.And then there was nothing. No more touching. She could not even feel his close presence. She placed herself back to the grate and explored the space in front of her with her bound arms. She met another similar grate. More blind touching allowed her to realise she was inside a cage. The bars were thick and cold, with large square holes in between. Large enough for her to be able to push both forearms or her head through them, but too narrow to let her squeeze her shoulders or hips. Under her bare soles she felt that the same kind of grating was used as the floor of the cage, and she found that the ceiling was similar.Now that she was standing, she could not help herself from drooling abundantly on her heaving bosom. She tried to plead but the inhuman ball gag would not let her utter more than stupid grunts and moans. Unable to locate her captor, she was actually turning her back to him while contorting her arms and crossing her fingers in what she was trying to make a pitiful, begging posture. With the drooling and the coughing, it was just grotesque. The store keeper stood behind her few moments before reaching in the cage. He started by removing the blindfold and allowing Lea to see herself in the large mirror in front of her. Before her eyes was the large cage with almost naked, sweaty and helpless girl inside.After that Valdi removed the headphones and as the second earplug was removed asked. – “How did you like the sensory deprivation tools? Pretty efficient, don’t you think?”The wrist cuffs were removed too and Valid stepped away leaving only that gag and the collar that was tightly fastened around Leas’ neck. Lea blinked in the light. She had been blinded and deafened for hours. She looked around her and quickly found out that she was still in the same room and still with the same man.She moaned, glaring at him, causing bubbles of saliva to form at the corner of her stretched lips.She shook her head and made every attempts to convey that she was not at all happy with the current course of the situation. She grabbed the grate that was between her and him and shook it hard, causing a great deal of clanging. Then her hands flew behind her head where she tried to release, first the gag, then the collar. But it was to no avail as a tool was needed to remove them. "I see you are not completely happy. Don’t you remember that you were the one who wanted to try things.” – He smiled at her watching the how Lea’s saliva was wetting the gag. Her face was already red because of the stretching and the collar that kept more blood in her head.“As I am sure you have already noticed I am very accommodating man.” – He approached her again. – “Let me remove those too.” – He said and reached to remove the gag. After releasing the strap he had to suddenly pull down on the girl’s jaw again stretching her muscles to be able to remove the ball. The collar easily followed leaving Lea only with the underwear she picked u herself.“So what will be next thing to try?” – Valdi asked to irritate Lea. Of course he did not expect her to request a continuation of what was probably becoming the worst day of her life. It took some time before Lea was again able to close totally her mouth. It had been stretched so wide... With the back of her hand she whipped the saliva that had cascaded down her chin and then she grabbed the cage bars with both hands."Alright... I'm afraid this has gone a little too far for me. It was a real pleasure to discover those... things, but now it would be reasonable to stop. Please let me out and give me back my clothes," she said in a quick voice, as if she was afraid he would not allow her to finish."If you want," she continued in a lighter tone, "I might come back to try new... toys... another day?" “Unfortunately this is not possible. “ – Valid said. – “Maybe I forgot to tell you but the rules here are different.” – He was walking around the cage examining the girl from all sides – “You are the one who decides when to get in, but I am the one who decided when you can get out.” – He stopped and added. – “And as a matter of fact what happens to you while you are in. But you have my promise that as soon as I decide to you let you go you will be free to go anywhere you like.”“About your cloths. I think you are right. It is time for a change. Remove those.” – Valdi commanded pointing towards the minimalistic pieces of fabric still covering Lea’s private parts. Lea was shocked."That's not possible! I have a job, I have a family! They are going to look for me. They will call the police. So you'd better let me go directly. I swear that I will not tell anything to anybody. But don't stretch my patience too much!" she threatened."As for the clothes, I keep those until you give me mine." “I strongly advise you to do what you are told to.” – Valdi said and picked up a long whip. – “And don’t count so much on the police or anybody else. Even if some knows you came to my store it will be very hard for them to find you here. I have taken the necessary measures.” – A strong motion with the write hand made the whip pass between the bars whizzing through the air and end up hitting the floor just few centimeters away of Lea. The mark on the hard concrete was clearly visible and left to the girl’s imagination to calculate the effect that it could have on her skin.“Now. Give me the underwear. It is not yours anyways.” Lea looked at the mark in the concrete, and then at the whip. She frowned her eyebrows, stepped to the far corner of the cage and resolutely said, "No! Give me my clothes first!" A moment later a second whiz echoed in the hard concrete walls of the room. This time was much quieter. One reason was the less strength Valdi used to direct his whip. The second reasons was that instead of hitting the hard floor the end of the long rope met the soft and tender skin of Lea’s stomach leaving a visible trail, which was probably a negligible problem compared to the pain caused by the same collision.The whip flew through the air following its complicated trajectory just to return shortly back to its previous target. This time a reddish line was added to the still slightly high colored from the paddling thighs of the beautiful captive.“Do it.” – Valdi said letting the whip rest on the floor. Lea yelped as the whip lashed her stomach. The sharp pain almost cut her breathing and starred down at the red welt crossing her belly. And then she was hit again from behind, which propelled her forward, screaming and rubbing her butt.She cursed and glared at her tormentor, hesitating about the way to go.Finally, reluctantly, she pushed her thumbs under her thong and pushed it down her long legs. She then untied her bra. Gathering them, she hanged them from one of the horizontal bars of the cage, while trying to hide her neatly trimmed crotch and her nipples with her arms. Valdi reached to get the underwear and threw it on the table.“Good choice.” – He said. – “You should get used to that. From now on you are mine.” – The store keeper turned around to get something from a shelf. The whip was following him twisting like a snake on the floor.“Now get down on your knees and say that you are a bitch and I am your master.” – He turned back towards Lea and after two steps threw in the cage a couple of breast pumps large enough to accommodate her well-developed tits. – “Put them on.” Lea became red with anger. She was obviously fulminating. She took the two pumps and threw them back at the man's head."No way! This is going too far now. I am not this kind of woman! Now, release me and let me go!" she screamed. The whip passed between the bars again to meet Lea’s naked ass. Valdi was getting angry and amused at the same time. She liked the challenge to break the spirit of his captive.“No your knees, bitch.” – He yelled to out voice the second splash that landed few centimeter bellow the girl’s tits.As he observed Lea the man reached to the wall to get a short steel want with rubber handle.“Drop down and say what I told you to say. Ten times.” – The wand came into contact with the bars of the cage and an electrical discharge passed through the metal constructions and into Lea’s body. Lea jerked herself from one side of the cage to the opposite one as the whip bit into her skin."No! I'm not goiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"She had been gripping the cage bars and the electric current shot through her body, sending flashes and starts in front of her eyes. Her jaw dropped and her teeth clattered. Her body was jerking and trembling in some horrible fashion. Pain was coursing through her limbs. She wanted to open her hands, still gripping the bars, but her muscles were not obeying her anymore. And anyway, the current was also coursing through her feet that were standing on the floor bars.At last, the current stopped and she collapsed in a heap on the floor, trembling and drooling. The pain had made her pass out. Valdi decided not waste anymore with that. She was obviously not going to obey him for now. Still he was very curious about the breast pump. He wanted to see how big those tits could get.The unconscious condition of Lea made the things easier for him. He opened the cage and started putting on iron cuffs on her. The first pair was for her legs. They were placed, but not chained together yet. The second pair locked her wrists together. A third pair was placed above the girls elbows and made sure they are kept together far enough behind her back so her beautiful chest could popup in its full glory.Then Valid dragged Lea out of the cage and placed a large piece of padded leather tightly around her stomach. The item was locked and chained together with the elbow cuffs. Another chained continued up from this joined to a suspension system on the ceiling.The store keeper pulled the other end of the chain and secured it to the floor. That way his captive was suspended in midair on a single chain connected to the large leather harness around her stomach.Moments later a long bar connected the heavy iron cuffs around Lea’s ankles to keep them apart. The middle of the bar was then connected to the floor to prevent the girl from flexing her legs.The store keeper walked around to examine his work and remained satisfied.A minute later he splashed a bucket of water into Lea’s face to bring her back into reality. In a fog of pain, Lea felt herself manhandled, shackles locked on her limbs. She was desperately trying to move, to struggle, but it was like in a nightmare. She was barely conscious and her muscles seemed to rebel against her.Suddenly, icy water was splashed at her and she woke up, blinking and shaking her head. Water was dripping from her body. She tried to move, only to realise she was totally and immodestly restrained. Her legs were kept so wide that the muscles and ligaments of her crotch were aching. The severe split was forcing her pussy to gape wide, its rosy flesh forming a strong contrast with the darker shade of the surrounding trimmed hair.She tried to move her arms but they were too securely restrained behind her. Her elbows were almost touching each other, straining her shoulders backwards and causing some dull pain in her collar bone and sternum. Her firm breasts were shamelessly thrusting forward.She realised that she was hanging in mid-air by a wide kind of belt, which was tight around her waist. As it supported most of her weight (the rest being taken by her elbows), her diaphragm had some difficulty to function normally, forcing her to breathe in short, laboured gasps.She shook her head to push her long, soaked hair out of her dripping face. She glared at the man."Please, let's stop that! I told you that I did not want to play any more. How should I tell it so that you believe me?"Her mind churned. She remembered having read something about BDSM. There was something exactly for this kind of situation. But she could not remember exactly what the jargon term was."Please, I'm calling my... keyword! Or password! Or checkword, whatever you call it. Please just stop!!!!" “In the real world of bdsm there are no safe words. Think. How could you really experience it if you know you can discontinue it at any time?” – The store keeper said. – “Now you are my slave and I am to do with you whatever I like to. Unfortunately you are not a real slave yet. A real slave does not need restrains to do that his master commands him to do.” – Walked around Lea and picked up the breast pumps.Valdi started placing the devices one by one. They were barely able to fit Lea’s large tits.“Don’t you want to know how big they can get?” – Asked Valdi and started to slowly pump the air out of the plastic cylinders. "No!!! You can't!!!" Lea protested.As Valdi brought the first pump closer to her left breast, she tried to turn away, to shake her breast out of reach, but trussed as she was, there was little she could do. She moaned and cursed as the shop keeper mauled her breast to push it into the transparent cylinder of the pump.Eventually, both her breasts had been shoved into the pumps. There was a slight hissing sound and the cylinders got pressed tighter against her skin. Lea felt a strange sensation, like a tingling. She looked down at her breasts and she saw that they began to grow, their flesh moving slowly deeper into the big cylinder."Noooooooo !!!! Stop that!!!"She could not believe it. Her breasts were actually growing. Again she tried to shake her chest but the ridiculously short movements she could do could not dislodge the pumps, which kept sucking on her boobs.As the vacuum increased, she began to feel pain. Her breasts had turned red and they were already filling half of the pumps. The soft tissues and tender flesh were stretched, causing a diffuse pain that was getting less dull every second.This is going to destroy my breasts!Lea realised in horror. She had always been proud of the firmness of her breasts which, in spite of their size, stood high on her chest. But surely this was going to make them much softer and they would ultimately droop shapelessly on her chest."Stooooop!!!! You are destroying my breasts!!! Stoooooooooooop!!!!" “Don’t worry. I am just measuring.” – Valdi said. – “The human skin is incredibly flexible. They will just get bigger for some time.” – He continued pumping a little more and left the devices in place. The man looked up and down the stretched body of the girl.“Nice thigh hole. Your boyfriend is luck guy.” - His hand sled between Lea’s legs and checked the entrance of her vagina.“Don’t get too excited.” – Valdi said and winked at her. His fingers pulled up hard the skin above Lea’s clit to make it pop out from under the hood. As it was dry and probably super sensitive the man slapped it with middle and index fingers of his other hand several times. Lea screamed louder and louder as the pumps kept increasing the size of her breasts until they filled three quarters of the cylinders. Her boobs were now throbbing. Her nipples had grown to an incredible size and her areolae were slightly puffing out of, as if their tenderer skin was more elastic and more affected by the suction.When the man reached for her spread pussy, Lea jerked and bucked in her restraints. She contorted her arms, clenched her fists and wiggled her toes. Her hips were swinging as far as she could. But of course Valdi had no problem grabbing her clitoris hood and uncovering its treasure.The cruel snapping of the sensitive bead of erogenous nerves sent new pains into Lea's body. She yelped with each blow, her voice echoing between the wall of the room. Her muscles were bulging under her sweat-soaked skin as she fought a hopeless battle to escape the pain. Valid released the pressure and removed the pumps from the swollen tits. They had become significantly larger and reddish in color.“See. It’s amazing how big they can get. Now they are even firmer.” – Valid said gently caressing the objects of his interest. His fingers were playfully teasing the nipples. His were lightly pressing on them as if he was pushing buttons.“Nice nipples. Have you ever thought of decorating them?” – The store keep continued ti be very gentle with the girl’s expanded breasts. Even though there was no more vacuum in the pumps, Lea's breasts had swollen so much that their internal pressure made it difficult to pull them out of the transparent tubes. Valdi had to pull and twist them while pushing against his prisoner's ribcage to release them. In the process, it seemed to Lea that her boobs were on the verge of being torn from her chest.Finally they popped out, enormous, reddish, taut, their shape unnatural. Lea could feel her heart pounding inside them, pulsating, throbbing. She looked at them in horror, wondering if they would ever recover their original shape.To the shop keeper's question, Lea only replied, "Oh, please, stop hurting me! That's inhuman!" “If you are a good girl and say what I told you to say I may consider easing it a little bit.” He was still very gently with Lea’s body. Caressing her now giant tits and her arms.“If you learn to be good I will even give you something to eat and drink and I will help you to make your nipples pretty.” – His fingers played with the areolas.“Otherwise…” – Valdi’s hand was again between Lea’s legs pulling up the clitoral hood and reveling the sensitive area underneath. – “We can continue with the stimulation.” – His fingers made a slap like movement, but this time did not touch the girl’s tender parts. Just passed a millimeter away so she could just feel the movement by the disturbance in the air. Lea shivered as her nipples and areolae were massaged, a bit roughly. She jerked and clenched her eyes when she thought he was going to snap her clitoris again, letting out a deep breath when his fingers just missed it.She considered what he had said but the humiliation she would feel if she were to pronounce the words he wanted her to was too much. She had always been a proud girl. She had never allowed any male to pay for her at the restaurant. She had always insisted to earn her life by herself. The idea of submitting to anybody sounded like betraying everything she had always believed in.Surely, at some point he will abandon his pretences and leave me alone...she hoped."Listen," she replied, "I are mistaking. I am not this kind of girl. I don't know why I entered your shop but this is certainly not to find a master or whatever you want to be called. I was just curious, and now I want to leave and forget this. I swear I'll not tell anybody..." “As you wish.” - Valdi leaned forward and kissed Lea’s right nipple. Then he passed round her and got a funny looking dildo from the shelf. It was not very big, but looked as it was made of four pieces vertically glued together. At the bottom the item had two large knobs instead of a single switch on knob.“Anyways some more stimulation of the senses will be good for you. It is beneficial for the brain. Exercise for the neural pathways.” – The man started touching the girl gently between her legs. Filled out her entrance. Soon he started doing that with the dildo after putting some lubricant on it. Then very gently the toy was inserted in Lea’s pussy. With some rotating motions and strokes it was getting deeper and deeper until the entire length of the stick was in.“Do you like that, bitch.” – He asked as his hands were placed on the two knobs in the base of the dildo. Lea tried her best to clench her vagina to prevent Valdi from raping her sex with the strange dildo. However, with her thighs parted so wide and the dildo being so well lubricated, there was little she could do and she had to feel the humiliation of having her intimacy invaded.“Do you like that, bitch.” – He asked as his hands were placed on the two knobs in the base of the dildo."No! Get your hands off me immediately!" she barked. Valdi was astonished by the spirit of the girl. The temptation to break her stubbornness was simply too much for him. He was torn apart between using ingenuity and simple betting the hell out of her continuously until she was under his total control. Unfortunately he was not sure that the second one was a viable possibility.“Ok. But you should know I could fuck you with it. You just have to ask me nicely. Until you do that we can use its other functions.” – Valid said and started operation the pair of knobs.Very slowly the four parts that looked glowed together to form the device inserted in Lea started to come apart and blossom like a flower. But instead of the gentleness of a flower they brought to the girl’s insides the hardness of the instrumental steel they were made of. Only the outer layer was deceivingly covered with plastic and was the only thing that could be seen until the toy was opened.At first only a strange deformation of the shapre of the object could be felt, but later on it started expanding and pressing against the internal muscles of Lea’s vagina. Lea felt a low buzzing inside her vagina, not unlike a vibrator, but soon the sensation changed as the object blossomed inside her, pressing against her inner walls, stretching them. The sensation became uncomfortable, then painful and she let out a long moan.As she contorted her chained body to try and get rid of the intruder, her massive breasts swung from side to side, adding their own pain to the melting pot."Stoooop! Stooooooooooop!!!!!" she begged, her eyes wide open, beads of perspiration rolling down her forehead, which was all covered with anguished wrinkles. Valdi continued to expand the device until he reached the limit he tough was safe.“There is no stopping in this game, but as I told you may ask me to do something else instead.” – Valid stood up leaving the Lea’s pussy wrapped around the four steel wings.The store keeper looked around picked up a pair of heavy rusty nipple claps. They were obviously old and were used many times. Each of them consisted of a pair of plates attached together by two screws.Soon the heads of the screws started turning to capture the swallowed nipples of the already screaming girl between them. A few pulls made sure the dives were secured well enough.“So do you have something to say r to ask?” – Said Valid looking Lea in the eyes. As the dildo opened wider and wider, the pain in her lower belly increased. Lea was grimacing and sweating like a fountain as it seemed her vagina was torn apart. It felt as if she was giving birth. No amount of pleading or begging seemed to move her torturer and all she could was to moan and writhe in agony. Her pussy was now gaping wide, with the metal spider protruding from it. It was spread so wide that it could not be pulled out without damaging her tissues.And then, as she thought she could not suffer more, the squeezing of her nipples began. The clamps themselves were hideously horrific. They were flattening her poor nipples and then stretching them down by the sheer weight of the rusty metal they were made from. Tears were now pouring out of the trembling girl's wide open eyes. The pain spreading from her tortured breasts was pulsating and radiating to meet the one spreading from her vagina. For a minute or two the store keeper let Lea to cope with the situation before he approached her again to continue.“I see you still have nothing to say.” – He was carrying two metal balls with hooks. These weights were soon attached to the rusty pieces of metal that kept Lea’s sensitive nipples roughly grasped.The beautiful well form tits of the girl were now not only reddish and swollen by the vacuum expansion, but were also stretched down assuming a form very different from their tight spherical appearance. The areolas looked much bigger as the skin was stretched by the weight attached to the flattened nipples.Valdi kneeled down and one by one released Lea’s ankles from the cuffs allowing her legs to hang free. Now she was no longer stretched, but was forced to keep her legs apart by using her own muscles. Otherwise their weight would add to the tension inside her vagina and increase the pain. Lea was moaning and slightly writhing in mid air. Her vagina was like in fire. Whenever she tried to look at it, her sight was blocked by the presence of her big, red, taut, melon-sized throbbing breasts. Their skin was stretched so tight that blue veins could be seen in transparency.When Valdi brought the two weight, her eyes opened wide. By the way his eyes were looking at her clamped nipples, it was clear what he had in mind."Please, noooo, don't!!!!" she begged.To no avail. A moment later it felt as if her nipples were going to be torn from her huge breasts. Those had been stretched to an incredible length, causing the pain to shoot up by one level of magnitude. Now Lea was sure that her breasts would be drooping for the remaining of her life. They were only keeping an apparent firmness because of the internal pressure, but once they would be less swollen, gravity would win and pull them down. The idea was as terrifying as the agony she was suffering. Her cheeks were covered with rivulets of tears as she tried to cope with the inhuman pain.When her ankles were freed from the spreader bar, Lea's first reaction was relief as she could ease the tension on her crotch ligament. However, she quickly found that if is brought her legs too close together, the internal pressure on the vaginal pear was increasing to unthinkable levels. She quickly parted her legs again at about 45°.Whatever the pain, holding her legs like that was a challenge and soon the muscles of her thighs began to tremble and throb with cramps. Her legs began to twitch and contort as she tried to find a more comfortable posture. She was flexing them, crossing her ankles, stretching her legs and feet, pulling them up body. But she could not find any rest.As she squirmed helplessly in the pursuit of her private Graal, her weighed breasts were swinging madly in all directions, their weights bouncing against each other, driving waves of sharp agony into her crushed nipples. Lea's eyes were bulging out, her face was grimacing, torrents of sweat were snaking down her cramped, contorted body, and she was moaning and yelping continuously. Her mouth was wide open as she breathed in short, shallow gasps, the only way that was allowed her by the tight suspension belt around her waist. Her mind was blank, totally focused on the hopeless fight against agony and anguish. Valdi was very astonished that the girl did not break. He was expecting her to be ready to say and do anything to get out of the weights and the strange dildo in her vagina. He decided to end the session for now.“I think you learned enough for one night.” – He said and lowered the chain that suspended Lea above the floor. The girl was dropped relatively fast on the floor. He legs met the floor first still forced to be kept apart by the pain. Her body was to drop down next accompanied by the sound of two heavy weights meeting the concrete.“Let me remove those.” – Valid said and unscrewed the nipple clamps letting the smashed nipples try to return to their previous form.As Lea’s hands were still locked behind her back Valid started to rotate the knobs popping out of Lea’s overstretched pussy. The device started to return to its original shape and was soon extracted. Then Valdi lifted the girl and carried her inside the cage.The door was closed and the rest of the restrains were removed from outside.“I like to play with you my dear, but I need some sleep now. Sweet dreams.” – He said and walked toward a computer in the corner of the room. The system was soon programmed to let Lea experience the power of the loudspeakers in the room at random intervals for the whole night. The store keeper was not planning to let the girl rest too much.After finishing with these preparations Valdi started for the door. At last free inside the cage, Lea was crouching in one corner, massaging her throbbing nipples. As the blood had rushed back into their flattened flesh, the pain had sky-rocketed to new heights and it was only now beginning to fade away. Her distended breasts felt very foreign under her hands. Her crotch was aching too. It had remained gaping since the vaginal spreader had been removed.She was sobbing, curled into a ball, looking at what the man was doing in the room. She did not dare to speak, fearing to attract his attention again. She was just ruminating her sad fate. Being fired and then abducted, all in a couple of hours. Her life was really in tatters. She was now naked and was preparing herself to spend the night in a cage. It was hard not to think she was in the middle of a nightmare, but the multiple pains she was suffering sufficed to prove that she was not going to wake up suddenly in the normal world. Valdi opened and closed the heavy dungeon door behind him. His feelings were mixed. He was glad that he could go relatively far with his new toy, but also he was starting to understand that she would not break easily.On the other hand she was here only for few hours. Maybe she did not fully understand her situation yet. Probably she hoped that soon he would release her. Or maybe that somebody could find her. Or just could not cope with the developments.The next step was to leave her for some time alone and allow her to rest from the pain. Of course it was not going to be a real rest since she had to lay on the steel bars of the cage placed on a hard concrete floor. And also she could not possibly sleep during the night, because of the preprogramed loud noise that would fill the room at random intervals around 10-15 minutes apart.Valdi was also counting on the hunger and especially on the thirst to affect the strength of Lea’s will.The man went to his small flat above the store and soon was asleep in his bed.-----------------------------Around eight hours later he was dressed up again and eager to return to his dungeon and evaluate the effect the night had on his captive. The large door in the end of the stairway moved again to let him inside. As the heavy door was close, Lea lifted her head, which she had kept lowered all along, staring at her toes. At last she was alone. What was going to happen now? Surely, the man would think about what he had done and the risks he was taking with the police. Surely he would calm down and come back soon to apologise...She also reflected about what her disappearance would cause. She was a little afraid to realise there would be a lot of waves. Nobody was awaiting for her at home. She would not be missed at work either as she had just been fired. Maybe some friends would call her but they would probably not worry if she were absent. After how much time would they begin to have concern, she wondered. Maybe never. She had no really close friend to miss her. They would probably forget about her after a few unsuccessful calls. Her landlord would be paid automatically by the bank. So there would be several months before anybody remarked she was not at home and had not paid her bills.Several months!She gulped hard. How was it possible to be so transparent to the world?But hopefully it was all a misunderstanding and the shop keeper would soon release her. She looked at her body, at the welts on her skin, at her huge breasts which did not yet give out any sign of shrinking to their normal size. What would happen to her body if she were to remain here for months?She stood up and explored her cage, looking for any weakness. But there was none. Everything looked sturdy and thick. In rage, she grabbed two bars and shook the cage with all her strength. But apart for a lot of clanging and creaking, nothing happened. She was really stuck.She sat down and rested her back against the cage. In that position, her feet were almost touching the opposite wall and she realised she would not even be allowed to stretch her body if she wanted to sleep. Another concern hit her. She was feeling hungry and thirsty. She had lost a lot of water in sweat lately and, drooled a lot too. There was a bad taste in her dry mouth. And she was also feeling the urge to pee.She was there in her thoughts when a loud noise echoed through the walls, made of metal clanging, explosions, high-pitched hissing, engine roarings, mad laughs and all sort of strange, loud sounds. She jumped on her feet and looked all around, without seeing anything. After some time she concluded it had to come out of the loud-speakers she could see set into the walls. The noise was so loud that it was hardly bearable. She had to cover her ears with her palms to get some comfort.And suddenly, everything became quiet again. She sat down again. The urge to pee was becoming higher and she knotted her thighs together to resist it. After some time she could hold it no longer and she stood up and began to dance from one foot to the next and walking around the cage like a animal at the zoo. Was the man never going to come back? She needed to pee so badly!After more long minutes of twisting and contorting and pressing her thighs together, Lea could no longer bear it. She had to pee, now! Red from humiliation, she squatted in a corner of the cage and made her best to direct the strong stream out of the cage. In the process, she splashed her feet with the warm liquid, while a large yellow pool formed under that corner of the cage.She sighed with relief but she also considered the mess she had done. Her situation had aggravated, with bad smell now adding to her whole discomfort.She decided it would better to take some rest. She was exhausted, and maybe sleeping would make her forget her thirst and hunger. She tried to lie down on the floor, curling her legs up to fit in the one square metre of floor that was allowed her, while avoiding the corner she had just soiled. The concrete was cold against her skin. The cage bars were thick and rusty, and they pressed painfully into her bones as she rested on them. She tried to lay on her side, curled in a ball, but after a few minutes, she had to turn to the other side. She then tried to lie on her back. In that position, she could thread her legs through two different square spaces in the cage wall, allowing her to stretch her body. But soon the bars pressing into her spine were causing so much pain that she could not bear it any longer.Eventually, she decided that sitting down, resting against two walls was the best position. She still had to shift her weight regularly as continuous pressure of a bar into her buttocks was progressively becoming unbearable.That was in that position that she managed to doze. This was no real sleep. At first, ache and pain were preventing her from falling asleep. After many hours though, she was so tired that she fell into presleep, only to be shaken out of it by the loud noises that were fired at random moments.Lea had no way to measure the passage of time... After what seemed like days, she saw the door open again. She felt exhausted and filthy. She was covered in sweat. Her hair was unkempt and felt like straw. The smell of urine was all over her. Her eyes were red and the beginning of a headache was pointing its nose in her brains. Her breasts had lost some of their volume, although they had not yet recovered their former size. Still, it was clear that the stretching of her tissues had loosened them and her breasts were now drooping a little.She stood up, and gripped two bars of the cage. She no longer cared that he could see her naked body. She only wanted to get released. And above all to drink. However, she did not dare to talk. She only looked at his face, trying to guess what mood he was in and what was going to happen. Valid walked into the dungeon. His eyes studied Lea’s naked body with interest. It looked like she had partially recovered from yesterday’s session. Of course he could measure that only by the apparent condition of her large breast. He had to restrain her again to check her vagina, but that had to wait for now. Anyways she looked tired and the night was obviously not spent too comfortably. Still the girl looked stunning. The previous night he had used to her presence, but today it was like he saw her for the first time. The totally exposed female body made his cock stone hard in a matter of seconds.“Good morning.” – Valid said and walked around the cage. – “I see you have had a little accident during the night.” – He was looking at the half evaporated plash of piss. It was now looking and smelling worst, because significant part of the water was gone. – “Who is going to clean that now?” – He looked at the girl. – “Do you expect me to clean after you?”The man went in the corner to turn off the sound system. Lea felt stiff and tired from the lack of sleep and the contorted position she had been forced to take. Her mouth was dry and lips were parched. Her stomach was growling. The shop keeper's remark about the pee pool increased her bad mood."You did not provide me with any means to relieve myself!" she protested. "By the way, I am thirsty and hungry. I hope the night has made you realise the mistake you are making? My boyfriend must already have sent the police on my tracks. I would say you have only a few hours before having to pay for your acts. But I'm ready to forgive you if your just let me go now. I won't tell anybody what happened." Valdi smiled.“I don’t know about the police, but I can use your boyfriend too.” – He back-pointed with his thumb to the parts of another cage rested against the wall. – “Give me his phone number and I will make sure you spent some time together very soon.” – He smiled again.“As for the food I will be glad to give you anything you like. Just tell me what it is. Unfortunately I am a little bit short on water so you will have to drink from the already used.” – He nodded down to his loins. – “Tell me when you are up to it. Or you can use yours. There is still some left.” – His eyes moved to the remains of Lea’s own piss. After spending so many hours on the floor it looked repulsively disgusting.As he talked Valdi started to rearrange the stuff in the room to free some space. Lea felt anger and frustration mounting inside her."Are you joking? I can't drink THAT! Do you want to kill me?"Once again she shook the bars of the cage, with as little effect as the previous times. She was really getting upset, and her helplessness was making things worse. “Ok. Just tell me when you decide you want it.” – He was not paying to much attention to her complain and kept rearranging equipment.“By the way it will not kill you. It is primary water nor poisonous at all.” – The last item that had to be removed was gone.“The offer for the food still stands. Just tell me what you want to eat.”Soon one of the doors was opened and the store keeper started to bring into the room pieces that obviously could be put together to form a large machine. Lea was looking at the man working, a little puzzled."For the food, I'd like some fruits, and some eggs and bacon, please," she asked, wondering what the man had in mind. “Ok. I will arrange that.” – Said Valid abandoning that preparations and leaving the parts of the machine laying on the floor.The man left the dungeon and went back to his apartment above the store.Soon he was in the kitchen preparing the eggs. He made sure there was enough salt and oil in the dish and prolonged the cooking to allow the frying oil to soak well into the ingredients. According to his taste he did a decent job, but also prepared a meal that would probably make anybody want to pass it with some kind of liquid. Then it was all moved to a plate and placed on tray.A few well ripped bananas and some blackberries picked for their sweetness joined in the tray. Then after getting a fork Valid started for the basement with a feeling that he was not carrying a meal, but a string dehydration tool.----------------“Here it is.” – The store keeper said leaving the tray on the floor next to the cage and got back to his assembly work. Lea could not believe it when she saw him bringing the tray with the food. The sight and the smell made her to salivate.Eagerly, she reached out of the cage, took the fork and hungrily wolfed down everything the plate and the tray had to offer. The taste was not quite as she would have liked, but she was so hungry that it seemed a royal meal. While she ate, she looked at Valdi, trying to guess what he was doing.

On display (AurelieCatena & aladdinlamp)

Bookends

Bookends An RP by NekoLen and TachigamiReza Cook had opened the shop a few hours ago, and already it was lunchtime. He opened it at nine in the morning every day except Sunday, because any hour earlier was impossible. He stayed awake until two in the morning every day out of habit and out of a sincere inner chant of 'one more chapter', until he fell asleep with his current book cradled in his hands. Usually it was a Stephen King, and currently he was mowing his way through a series of short stories from Everything's Eventual. He'd read it a few times already but couldn't just ignore it after finishing all the stories. Setting his bag and the book on the front counter, Reza went around the counter and flicked a switch on the wall beneath the upper shelves. The main lights popped on, giving a warm glow to the deep wood shelves and dark carpeted floors. It gave more than enough light to read by without harming the eyes after a while, and gave light to the open upper floors so book buyers would be able to see enough to turn the lights on themselves if they ventured up there. Individual rooms allowed for studying via the computers, reading, writing, or lounging about with their books. Settling behind the counter, he pulled his bag forward and fished out the wrapped sandwich he had gone to get across the street from his shop. It was a beautiful little road---two lanes, shaded by large oaks, with moderate traffic but quite a bit of foot traffic that let people see his shop and drop in for a book or to take advantage of the wifi. Biting into his chicken and bacon sub sandwich and pulling the bookmark out of his book. Settling back down into his chair behind the register and in front of the display of new releases, Reza looked up when the bell over the door rang. "Gena! Hi!" Reza leaned forward and smiled at the pretty young woman that entered. She had curly brown hair and the brightest green eyes, and was wearing a gray and blue suit. "Hi, Cookie, just by to ask if you found what I was looking for?" Gena Mills stepped forward and leaned across the counter. "Gotta get it before tomorrow!" "Oh, yeah." Reza leaned forward and pulled a book off the shelf of the counter. It was H. G. Wells, War of the Worlds. "Here you go. Didn't take too long to find, I figured I'd had an original around here." The book was impeccably kept, and was from 1940, a beautiful old specimen. "I'll give it to you cheap, just fifty." Gena rolled her eyes. "That'd sound ridiculous to anyone else." "Yeah, well, they don't know the value of this thing. It's basically a collector's item." "Yeah, and my nephew's gonna be so happy to get this one." She smiled and reminded Reza of his Annie. The thought let a shadow of sadness pass over his brown eyes, and Gena tilted her head. She had the same color eyes as Annie. He smiled, setting his things aside and setting the book on the counter. "Gena, you ready to take it? I'll put it in a protective case if you want..." "Sure, that'll work. It'll save me having to get a good box for it next week." Gena's grin brightened even more and Reza had to bite back a sigh as he bent down to retrieve the velvet-lined box. It had been five years, but he was still hurting at the loss of Annie, his fiancee. The engagement had been brief, but they'd both been rather sure at the time. He closed his eyes, pausing as he wrapped the book in a black tissue paper, then resumed his methodical folding. "Mr. Hannah, can you help me with this?" A question snapped Damien from his thoughts, making him glance up at his class. He had set them the task of reading a novel they would later be writing an essay on, but a lot of the girls in his class found the writing hard to read. Classic novels were losing their relevance in a world full of technology and short hand writing. He smiled at Sarah, one of the girls in his advanced literature classes that seemed to enjoy the challenge of interpreting novels. It was rare that she asked for help as she often understood the books set for the class to read.He nodded and left his desk, going to where Sarah sat with her friends. They had already brainstormed and wrote quite a lot about the novel, 1984 by George Orwell, but it seemed they were stuck on some aspects of the book. He looked over their notes and smiled, blushing slightly at how they stared at him. He had always had to deal with girls from his classes getting crushes on him, and received lots of love letters and chocolates from them everyday. It was embarrassing, but slightly flattering, that 15-18 year old girls liked a 28 year old the way they did. "Oh, you have done well, Sarah, what's the problem? It seems you three have already read the book thoroughly."The girls giggled and blushed slightly. So they only wanted an excuse for him to come close and talk to them? Part of him was annoyed, but the rest heated up in embarrassment. He laughed it off, however and looked over his shoulder at the time. "Oh goodness! The bell's about to ring!" he straightened up and went to the front of the class, quickly writing their homework up on the board. "We need everyone to have read the book through at least once, and I'd like to see your notes. Tomorrow we will discuss some topics you can use for your essays, and we can do some practice writing. Remember, your exams are coming up and I can't bear to think of any of you smart young women to fail your English papers." The bell rung as he finished talking, and the girls moved to pack and leave for home. Damien watched them, smiling and saying goodbye to those that waved at him.Soon his classroom was empty and he breathed out, gathering his papers and leaving the classroom for the staffroom. It was the end of the school day and Damien couldn't wait to get home to finish the novel he had been reading. He ignored most of the other teachers, going to where he kept his papers and dumping them before picking up his bag and turning around, almost running into the Maths teacher, Miss Drencher. He gulped slightly, but smiled nonetheless."How was your day, Jazz?" she asked him, poking his nose. She was forever flirting with him and it made him feel uncomfortable. He had never been with a girl before, and never had any interest to do so. He enjoyed the company of his novels, and books, the feel of the paper between his fingers and the smell of the books was all he needed to be happy."It was fine, got 10A started on their reading of Hamlet," He ducked past her arm and started out of the staffroom with her following him. "Just going to go home and relax now, might look for a new bookstore to visit."Miss Drencher rolled her eyes, but said nothing in retort, saying goodbye to Damien and leaving for her car. "Cookie, have you been to the new bar across town?" Gena asked suddenly. Reza was in the process of latching the case, which he'd set the book inside gently to avoid bending pages or positioning it in the wrong manner. He looked up suddenly and studied her face. "Uh, no... I didn't even know there was a new bar in town." Reza finished closing the case and pushed it forward as Gena opened her brown leather purse and counted out the money it cost. "That's because you never go out." Gena rolled her eyes, setting the money on the case for Reza to take, and he did, barely glancing at it before sliding it into the register drawer. "You need to get out of here, get out of your house and go meet people, get some more friends." Reza sighed, leaning on the counter. "I know, Gena---" "It's been five years." "I know." "It hurt, of course it did, I'm not saying anything against that---" "I know..." "---But you gotta get out and meet someone. Meet a sweet girl, get to know her, find a way---" "Gena, I know! Please... I get this from my parents and my grandmother, I really don't need it from you." Reza stood upright, suddenly defensive. He'd been goaded into getting out and finding someone, to stop dwelling on the past and what awful things happened. He wasn't dwelling, though, and he didn't let it hold him back. He knew that. "I just don't want to, okay?" He spoke easier at the hurt look on his friend's face, and leaned against the counter again. "I know you don't... But why not? You should... You need to get out with some of us, have a good time, do some stupid shit, and have a few stories to tell." "I have plenty of stories to tell..." "I mean things that actually happened to you." Reza sighed. "Maybe... soon." He gave in. "So you'll stop nagging me." Gena smiled brightly. "Good." She paused, studying him for a moment, then lowered her eyes and leaned forward. Reza pulled back quickly, shaking his head at the sudden move. "Gena..." "Sorry, sorry." Gena huffed. "I'm being stupid---" "No, you're not." Reza put a hand on hers, one of which rested on the box. "It's just... You look like her..." Gena's bright green eyes softened suddenly. "Oh... Oh, I didn't know, you never said..." "It's fine, Gena. I do have to get over it. Look..." He stood up straight. "I'll go with you and a few friends on... Friday, okay? I'll go out with you and them, I'll be an idiot, and you can laugh at me about it on Saturday." He smiled. "Okay?" Gena nodded, and seemed to brighten a little, grasping her box. "Sure, that sounds like fun. And you can laugh at the stupid things I do too, okay?" When Reza nodded, she stepped back. "So I'll see you soon, hon! You, me, and whoever else I con into coming with us." She hurried out of the store, the final sound of her departure the ringing of the bell. Reza looked down, sighing, and sat back where he'd been. Well, at least he would be confronting one of his fears---public. Damien drove a simple small white car, that matched the colour of his hair. He didn't bother learning about its make or model, he was just glad it was easy to drive and didn't cost a fortune to run. He pulled out of the school's carpark, waving reluctantly at Miss Drencher who had seen his car and blown him a kiss. He hoped none of his students had see it.Damien Hannah was a shy and soft spoken man, qualities that were rare to find in someone that taught English to high schoolers. He had been accused many times of being too introverted, but he had never seen the reason to raise his voice. Why would he waste his energy on yelling when all he had to do was ask nicely? Perhaps that was why his students loved him so much. He let them work at their own pace, and was helpful to those that struggled. He let them book times for him to tutor them if they really needed the extra help. He was a lot more patient with his girls and they rewarded him with good behaviour. If any one dared to talk back or disobey Damien, they'd find themselves very unpopular. While he didn't condone this behaviour, it was nice to feel protected.He started down the street that would take him home, a small two bedroomed house he shared with his mother and three cats. In the earlier years it was simply because it was cheaper to live with his mother rather than on his own, especially on his teaching salary. But now he was her carer as well as friend, roommate and son. She was getting ill in her old age and Damien just didn't have the heart to put her in a home, or get a carer to look after her. His father, her late husband, had already passed away about three years ago.As he drove, he suddenly didn't feel like going home. Most days he'd drive to the library, or to one of the many bookstores in town. Today he felt like some adventure. There was a bookstore he had walked passed many times, but hadn't been able to visit it. He found it with little difficulty and parked his car outside, making sure the doors were locked before stepping inside the mild store. Damein browsed the shelves, glad to see a variety of books rather than just the popular titles and new releases. As he looked, his blue eyes fell upon the man behind the counter and suddenly, he grew very warm. Throughout the time between noon and five, many people came in. Reza recognized most of them and said hello to them all, students off from school or mothers or fathers looking for books their children were assigned for reading. Others were looking for a reading fix and bought a dozen books at a time. The new releases behind the counter were fawned over, and some of his older customers even gasped at the new display of e-books and Kindles he'd had delivered a few weeks ago. He didn't like the things, personally. After a few hours of extensive reading the screens made his head pound and his eyes hurt. But he wanted to keep up with the times as they were, and sold the e-books and Kindles as well, promising to load them with five free books to begin them with because he sold them a little higher than usual. Reza finished 'In the Deathroom' and sighed, bookmarking the page, then running a hand through his midnight black hair. "Mister King, how do you write such morbidly interesting things?" Reza laughed, shaking his head and sitting up to set the book on one of the shelves. Then he stood and stretched, and went around to the glass case in front of the counter. These were some of his oldest for sale books. A thick leatherbound bible from 1746. The Turn of the Screw from 1900. Moby Dick from 1896. Pride and Prejudice from 1853. The Picture of Dorian Gray from 1897. Oliver Twist and Les Misérables both from 1889. And finally, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland from 1902. It was so hard to find impeccably kept editions from so long ago, but it didn't stop him from staring at a computer screen late into the night, sometimes so late that he opened his shop well after noon. These editions were quite costly, but few could be found anywhere else, so people were very willing to pay the high prices. The lights that illuminated their covers was gentle and tinged with a dark bulb to keep their faces from fading. Standing upright, Reza was met with a customer that was carrying sixteen books and he stifled a surprised laugh. "You won't see me for a month if you buy all those at the same time!" He went back around the counter as the man set everything down on top for Reza to add them up. "Well I've been on a reading dry spell recently." The man was a professor at the local community college and on Saturdays he would spend most of the day in one of the upstairs reading rooms, often falling asleep later in the evenings so Reza would have to do a thorough sweep to make sure he didn't lock the guy in. "I thought I'd buy a bunch of what I normally don't read and just go with it." "Hope you don't regret it." Reza cringed a little, but it was the professor's decision. When he finally had everything bagged up securely, he waved goodbye and stood silently for a while. He didn't close until about nine in the evening, sometimes ten or eleven if he was feeling especially restless. Today felt like it would fade into another restless night, though. When the bell over the door rang again Reza looked up, then did a doubletake. He hadn't expected any newcomers, and definitely not of this caliber. Probably as tall as he was, with white hair that couldn't have been natural---or could it be?---over the most piercing blue eyes he'd ever seen contained behind thin glasses. His entire person screamed Literature teacher, or someone from the college. He recovered quickly, though, and smiled. "Hey, you're new around here." Reza said easily. "First time?" Also, is that hair of yours real or dyed? Reza wanted to add, but didn't. That would be rude and rude was something he wasn't. Damien started slightly when the man that had caught his eye spoke to him in a friendly manner. He supposed it was because the man wanted to sell his wares, but he wasn't used to being greeted in such a way. A red colour returned to his pale cheeks as he shook his head and looked at the shelf behind the man, feigning eye contact. "I... I've walked past a few times I just... Never came in." He smiled softly, feeling odd. What was this feeling? He had never felt something like this before, it was almost like something from a romance novel he rarely read. But Damien wasn't gay, or at least, he didn't think he was."That is... I am new in your store, I suppose. I've... I haven't been here before," the question had confused him slightly and he fidgeted, thinking to walk away would be rude, but a cabinet had caught his eye. He went over to it and stared at the books behind the glass, his eyes twinkling in amazement. He had never seen first edition or second edition novels from over a century ago before. He wanted to touch them, to smell the dusty pages and to be lost in the strange symbolic worlds that were contained within its pages. Reza smiled a bit more, leaning against the counter and watching the guy. He seemed shy. Maybe an introvert, a loner, something Reza was. The way his cheeks pinked and flushed when he spoke, stumbled a little over his words in this unexpected, new, and foreign environment that was probably, at the same time, familiar, was pretty cute, too. Cute? Why would I describe him like that? Reza furrowed his brow when the teacher-type looked away, trying to understand that little burst of brashness. It was unusual---damn near alien to him to think of either gender as 'cute'. Nowadays he was lucky to acknowledge a certain gender at all. He watched the man study the books under glass and smiled a bit. "Those are my most expensive. Some go for upwards of five hundred dollars. Serious collectors are willing to pay a thousand or so for a first or second edition. I've got some original first editions of Dracula and Frankenstein upstairs, they're kept under lock and key, though, in case of a break-in." He stooped down below the counter and pulled a box out. "If you want to inspect one, you can, just be sure to wear some gloves so the oil from your skin doesn't deface the paper." He pulled a pair of latex gloves out of the box and set them on the counter top. "Any catch your eye?" Reza tilted his head in curiosity, catching himself as his pale brown eyes ran over the way the light glinted through the newcomer's hair as he stared through the glass. There was no way he afford any of these books, yet he did want to look at one. He had a thing for old books, they made him feel as though he was a part of history, as though he was touching the very pages written on by the famous authors. "I... I'm not really... Looking to buy..." he said quietly, feeling bad for saying it so directly. "I'd love to look at them though... I mean... I've never seen... So well kept and cared for... I..." He squirmed, feeling excited at being able to touch a piece of history.He put on the gloves and waited for the man to help him with the case, carefully taking the copy of Moby Dick out and opening it like he was touching something made of thin glass. The text wasn't smudged and the pages weren't yellowed with age. It was amazing, as though he had just picked up a book published in 2014. "How do you keep them so... Pristine...?" Reza smiled as he slid on some gloves to handle the books, and unlocked and pushed aside the wood pane at the back of the glass case. The books were kept on soft velvet, raised so that they looked at the browser. "It's alright." He said, setting the book carefully on the surface of the case. "Some people just want a chance to touch, and I let them. I'm very careful with them, however... I barely want to sell them sometimes." He cringed inwardly. Sometimes selling these beautiful, gorgeous things was a near heart attack. Hoping against hope that their new owners would do more than keep them on a dusty bookshelf so they could look at their pretty spines and never care about cracking the spine when they opened it, or dog-earing the pages or tossing them around or in boxes or in basements... The thought was enough to make him burst into tears sometimes. He held onto the top of the book gently and watched careful hands handle the item as if it were a single mistreatment away from falling to dust. "Very carefully." He replied gently. "Keep them under low light to avoid fading the cover. Warm, dry places so that the pages never discolor or curl. Don't open the book too wide to avoid cracking the spine. Try to handle them with gloves or other protection over the hands so the oils on your skin doesn't get onto the pages or cover. It takes a bit of work to keep them so perfect, but over the years they appreciate in value and rarity." He glanced up. This man loved books as much as Reza did, and that was rare to see indeed. Perhaps he had a new friend here. "Er, I'm Reza Cook, by the way. Friends call me Cookie." He shrugged a bit as if the name were somewhat embarrassing. Cookie...? Damien smiled and tried not to laugh. What a cute pet name, it sounded like something his mother would call him. He blushed slightly as his eyes caught Reza's, and he awkwardly looked back at the book. A story he had read a million times, but yet it looked for fresh and new in the dark type of a typewriter. "Um... My name is Damien Hannah. I teach at Gertude's School for Girls... Which is just out of town..." He smiled and carefully closed the book, placing it lovingly back on its velvet rest. He longed to have one of his own, to treasure for the end of days, but he just didn't have the money.He didn't tell Reza his nickname, Jazz, which he had no idea where it had come from. One day at work, everyone started to call him it and the name stuck. He didn't mind too much, but he did prefer to be called Damien. His heart was still racing from handling the old novel and his hands sweated inside the gloves. "Thank you, Reza. I'd never seen..." he trailed off, taking the gloves off his hands and glancing about the shop. Now that he was here, he wanted to find a new book to buy. "Do you have anything you'd recommend? I enjoy a challenging read, but don't like science fiction or romance novels too much. I really like the classics..." Reza locked the case once he was sure the book was perfectly on its stand again, and stood up straight. "I have plenty of classics." He replied brightly, going around the counter. "A pleasure to meet you, by the way, Damien." He smiled, stepping back. "So, I have a lot of classics up on the second floor. Down here is mostly recent novels, things that aren't much older than 1970." He gestured to the man, Damien, and led the way through the narrow walkways between tall bookshelves, and to one of the two narrow staircases that led up to the bookshelves along the walkways. Between bookshelves doors led into various rooms. Some held computers, others were bare of books and were arranged as sitting rooms. In a couple there were two old fireplaces he never lit, because the one he had downstairs was enough trouble to keep focus on so his pride and joy didn't burn to the ground. He paused halfway down the hall. "Okay, so I have a bunch of classics..." Reza looked through and pulled some out. "Don Quixote... Gulliver's Travels... I like Jane Eyre... Ooh, Wuthering Heights..." he held the books in front of him. "Any catch your eye, or do you want to do some of your own browsing? I know this place like the back of my hand, I'll find anything you ask. Unless I don't have it, then I'll special order." He crossed his arms across the books, thinking about which novels he didn't have. Damien followed the man upstairs, enjoying the claustrophobic conditions. Being surrounded by books... So many stories they held in between their covers... He could hear them whispering as he passed by, as though trying to beckon him in to read them. So many books... He couldn't stop grinning, listening to Reza as the man excitedly showed him all the books he had upstairs. "I've read them all... And I do love them," he replied, the smile not moving from his face. "Ah, but there is one I have yet to read... I feel a bit silly asking for this after saying how much I love the classics... To Kill a Mockingbird. You have it, yes? It would complete my collection." Reza gasped, quickly putting the books back where he found them. "Of course! To Kill a Mockingbird might not be a century old, but it's still considered a classic." He stepped several paces to his right and crouched down, barely hesitating before he pulled a hardback book off the shelf. "Here we go." He said lovingly, studying the sleeve. "Perfect condition. The pages aren't waved or yellowed or smudged, and the dust cover is in impeccable shape. My grandmother gave me this one, she had it for a long time. Kept it in a black velvet case to keep it from getting harmed. It's been read once, but the spine is in perfect condition." He slid the cover off, running a finger gently over the cloth spine. "It's one of a few I have, but if I had favorites I'd say this one's it." Carefully, Reza put the cover back on it and held it out to Damien. "You want something else, too?" He was almost looking for an excuse to keep the newcomer here, which was definitely odd. But he wasn't going to dwell on that prodding little urge in the pit of his stomach. His grandmother's? Damien felt as though he couldn't possibly part the man with something so valuable, but he took it anyway and stroked the cover almost lovingly. "Um... This should do... But... How much is it...? It's just... I... Well..." he felt silly asking and blinked back tears of shame. He was broke, barely able to make ends meet on the salary he was currently on. He loved his work, but the pay wasn't enough, especially now that he had to look after his ailing mother."It must be precious to you, Reza. I couldn't possibly afford it..." He felt ashamed, and hung his head, not wanting to look the man in the eye. He was able to buy books, yes, but anything over 20 dollars was pushing it. He had a feeling that this book would be expensive. Reza was quiet. He swept his eyes over Damien and felt a pang of sadness, real sadness, because it was more than clear that he couldn't afford much. His cheapest books were ten dollars, but these were upwards of twenty five. "Hey." He put a hand on Damien's shoulder and his breath caught at the almost electric feeling that buzzed up his arm. It took a moment for him to try to convince his brain that it was just static electricity. "Hey, look. You can afford it, because I'm gonna give it to you, okay?" He held up both hands. "Now, before you even try to go against me, hear me out---I love books. They're my blood and my heart and my brain. And I love when people share that love of books. I can see it in your eyes, Damien, you love to read. The way you were with that hundred-plus year old book I showed you downstairs told me a lot more than you could have said. And I want your collection to be complete, one book fanatic to another. And if I lose a couple tens because of that, so be it. I sell a lot more than you'd think, y'know? People love my books, and they prove it by being loyal customers." He offered a kind smile, hoping he didn't come across as giving pity. It wasn't pity. Reza had struggled with his bookstore and had almost lost it before he got good ad space to spread the word. Damien blushed and felt tears in his eyes. "No... I can... It's..." He tried to stop himself from crying. What a nice thing for Reza to do for him. He didn't care if it felt like the man was pitying him, he was allowing him to take a book he had wanted for his collection for years, one that held sentimental value too. "I... I can pay..." He searched in his pocket for his wallet, knowing that he had at least 20 dollars in there. "I can pay it off, I don't mind..."He sniffed and turned away, hoping Reza didn't think he was being pathetic. He had always been overly sensitive to things, and cried like a little girl. He was often teased because of this, and the fact that he adored sweets. Reza shook his head, going around the man to face him again. "Hey, look, it's fine." He patted Damien, ducking to catch his eye. "Look, call it an incentive to come back if you like the quality. Or... How about this, I have an idea." He stood up straight. "Come by every day with a dollar, and you can pay it off like that. You don't have to stay, just drop by for a minute, then head off. Or you can stay for a while and pick around in the books up here, read whatever you like. I have sitting rooms and computers for you to look up more books you might not have noticed or you haven't seen around." He stepped back, tilting his head a little to catch Damien's eye. "You okay? Come on down, Damien, let's get to the ground floor..." He didn't exactly like it up here. It felt like he was going to fall. Damien blushed and nodded, holding the book to his chest like it was something precious. Because it was, to him anyway. He'd rather die than have this book taken away or mistreated in anyway. He followed Reza back down the stairs, not minding being spoken to like a child. A lot of people sensed his soft nature and treated him kindly, and he liked it. Maybe that was why he hadn't found a wife yet, because most women wanted strong men, not childish ones."Thank... you so much... I'll definitely be back, Reza..." he couldn't stop grinning, even though the tears in his eyes were still there. He left the store feeling strangely empty, as though he wished he could have stayed longer. But it was getting late as it was and his mother would be worried if he was out any longer.He carried the book closely as he found his car and unlocked it. He got inside and placed the precious treasure on the seat next to him, securing it so it wouldn't slide off the fake leather. He looked to the shop on last time, his thoughts on Reza as he drove away. Why had the man been so kind to him? Was it because he had cried? In any case, Damien promised in his mind to make it back to the man somehow. Even if it took forever. When he said goodbye to Damien it was almost hesitantly. He was different, a new breath of air to the old bookstore. Back behind his counter, Reza leaned on the wood and watched the vehicle that contained Damien and his new book pull away, cradling his head in his hand. His other hand flexed and he looked down at it. That shock had been really odd. Static didn't shoot up your arm and pang right to your heart. It had almost made the organ skip a beat. And now he was regretting letting the guy go so soon. So quickly. He could have somehow found an excuse to keep him around. He was... sensitive, it seemed. Just the thought of not being able to pay---even when he'd been given the book---had brought tears to his eyes. And he would be back tomorrow, no doubt. Reza had given him the chance to pay a dollar a day until the book was paid off. So why couldn't he stop thinking about the guy? That hair... It looked so... odd. Unnatural. Was it? He knew some people grayed at a ridiculous pace but he looked far too young to have a whole head of gray---silver, silver-white---hair. And icy eyes. Not cold, but cool. Strange. Shuddering, Reza sat back in his chair behind the counter and pulled his book off the shelf again, sitting in to read the next short story and flicking on the short floor lamp as the day grew longer. Damien's drive home was uneventful and his thoughts lingered on Reza. Such a strange name... But what a job the man had, Damien was just a bit jealous. He would have done anything to own a book store, or work in a library. To be surrounded by books... He sighed and pulled into his driveway. Making sure the book wouldn't fall from his hand as he carried his bag inside as well, he made sure to lock the doors to his car. His house was small, but not uncomfortable. The gardens were always impeccable, as his mother had not much else to do during her days alone while he worked. He smiled at the flowers in the front yard, opening the door and placing his bag next to the door. He carried the book to his large bookcase and carefully put it away to be read later.He smelt something cooking and cautiously entered the kitchen, finding a pot of chicken soup boiling on the red hot stove. He quickly took it off, turning the stove off and opening the window to let the steam out. He found his mother sitting on her armchair, watching a soap opera. She looked happy to see him."Oh, Jazz dear," she said, getting up from where she sat to give him a hug. She still wore her nightdress and had curlers in her hair. He feet looked oddly pale and bare."Mum... Did you know you had a pot of soup cooking on the stove?" he asked her, giving her a hug and then stepping back so she could sit back down. She looked surprised."Oh! I put that one a few hours ago... I got distracted by the telly... Sharon is going to get proposed to and it's all so lovely." His mother didn't seem concerned as she talked about her soap opera characters as though they were her friends. It made Damien feel sad. The house had almost been burned down due to his mother's forgetfulness. It made him think that he really needed a carer for her, because he couldn't afford to quit his job."Mum..." he started, but she gave him a critical look. "Why don't you find a nice young woman to marry? Give me some grandchildren. There's a nice lady at the shop... I should introduce you two."Damien sighed, but didn't argue with her. She would soon be distracted by the soap opera again and there was no point to argue, she'd just forget their conversation. He bit back tears and went to the dining room, glancing at the pamphlets that were lying on the table. Alzheimers. A disease he wished wasn't a reality, something he had to think about. But all the symptoms were there... He sighed heavily and went to the door to retrieve his bag. He had some homework to do and then he'd make their dinner before sending his mother off to bed. Then he would read his new book and think about Reza. By the time he finished the last story in Everything's Eventual, the sky was black and starless. There wasn't even a moon out, apparently, or the sky had grown dark and cloudy. Stretching himself out, Reza stood and paused so his numb legs didn't completely give out on him. Biting his lip, he shuffled forward and laughed at the unbearable tingling, tickling sensations that flew up and down his legs, glad that no one was around to see his stupid display. His knees didn't seem to want to support him until it passed, and when it did, he gingerly turned so he could glance up at the clock above the new releases. Almost eleven... Of course. Sighing, Reza turned back and started gathering his things, sliding his book into his bag and shutting off the lights. Then he put the bag over his head and locked his shop down. Making sure it was secure, he turned and started off down the road. The trees above him were green and lush, and blocked out a good amount of the sky until he crossed the street and turned the corner. He was already on a residential street, and found himself surrounded by tall brownstones. Beautiful buildings, they were dark and quiet, with a few windows alight. He crossed the street again and came to his brownstone, a three-floor thing. The rooms were somewhat narrow but warm and full of dark, varnished wood. Unlocking his door, he was greeted by a cool silence and shivered hard. Stepping in and turning on the light in his hall, he hung his bag on a hook to his left and pulled his book out, going through the archway to the left to his living room and sliding the Stephen King book on a shelf beside the wide fireplace. This one he didn't mind lighting, but it was too warm now to do so. So he turned on a couple lights in the living room and went through to his kitchen, pulling his fridge open and pulling a short bowl out. Chicken and rice he had made the day before yesterday, there was just a little left for a late dinner. He wouldn't be going to sleep until well after one in the morning. He fed what was left into a pan and added some leftover chicken stock to the mix, loosening it up. Then he put his head over it and breathed in gently. He would have come home hours ago... If he had someone to come home to. He was lonely when he was home. He felt... isolated. It was like a wooden and granite and tile prison and once that door was closed, the world outside didn't exist and neither did anyone else that he didn't openly invite in with a word or a thought. He didn't feel that lonely feeling now, though. He wasn't really alone because he felt like his drifting thoughts---the thoughts that went to Damien---invited the pale hair and piercing but soft eyes into his home and he could almost hear that sincere voice that loved books so much he could almost look into the past when he looked at a hundred-year-old book. Annie wasn't here tonight. She wasn't many nights. Gena had told him to stop thinking about the girl a long time ago. But it was only within the last six months he had banished her entirely from his thoughts. Now a near stranger took her place, and that was odd. He didn't know what was going on. Sighing, Reza pulled the pan off the stove and poured it into a clean bowl, pausing to clean what was dirty before taking it and a copy of As I Lay Dying to the living room whose television was usually off, lying out on the heavy sofa and hoping to sleep a little earlier tonight. But he couldn't even focus on the dark comedy in front of him. He kept seeing those eyes... Soft, but sharp. Beautiful... Damien had almost fallen asleep with his new book still open in his hands. It had been a tiring day, and the stresses of his forgetful mother had surfaced several times between dinner and bedtime. He had never thought, as a boy growing up, that he would be the one helping his mother bathe and get ready for bed, the one to tell his mother that he loved her and tuck her in for a peaceful sleep. It hurt, but when he read his books, he could escape from the painful reality that was his. He glanced over at his bedside alarm clock. It was quite late and he should be sleeping.He bookmarked his page and set the book carefully on the bedside table, taking his glasses off and placing them in their case, before turning off his lamp and lying down under his warm blankets. His dreams were strange. Tonight he was a captain of a whaling boat, trying to catch the infamous white whale... But his boat sunk and suddenly he was 10,000 leagues under the sea. But yet, the person by his side was the man from the book store... Reza.Damien was roused from his deep sleep by the usual alarm at 6am. It was enough time to wake up, get ready and go to his school before classes started at 8:30. He blinked a few times and yawned, frowning at his strange dreams. Why couldn't he get Reza out of his mind? Perhaps because the man had been so kind to him, so friendly... That had to be it. He got out of bed and dressed himself, heading towards the bathroom to shave. On his way there, he checked on his mother, who had already left her room. Maybe she was watching the TV again. He neglected the visit to the bathroom to check on her. She indeed sat on her usual armchair, the TV set to informercials until her soap operas started."Good morning, mum," he said, his voice sounding hoarse. He cleared his throat slightly, sighing when she looked up at him with a distant look in her eyes."Charles? Where have you been?" she asked him, making his heart leap slightly. Charles was the name of his father, who had been dead for a few years now."Mum, it's me... Your son, Damien... You know, Jazz?" he felt awkward and sad having to explain who he was to his own mother, the woman he had always seen as funny, brave and smart. She looked confused, but returned her attention to the TV screen. He felt bad leaving her alone, especially since her condition had grown steadily worse over the months. He made a note to ask the neighbour to check on her while he was at work, knowing that the kind older woman next door had become good friends with his parents as soon as they had moved to the suburb. It was past three when he finally gave in and fell into a deep sleep. Reza never enjoyed the moments before he finally slipped away, fearing sleep. Sleep, and the resulting dreams, were unpredictable. They would regularly thrust him into situations that he hated, that he couldn't control, and lucid dreaming was a fantasy to him. Tonight he dreamed of a ship, a beautiful ship, but it was sailing in sand instead of water, cutting through dunes like butter, but instead of the grating sound of pulverized rock scraping the steely outside, the world gave him a lulling, whispering shush. The surreal-blue of the sky was peppered with little white clouds, the sun beating down and casting a strange yellow-gold glow over the whole world he could see so far. He was at the head of the ship and beside him a book was flapping open in the wind. On his other side, there was Annie. Sweet little Annie. He smiled, then looked away. He never would have looked away before. But that book... And that sand passing by so swiftly it looked like amber water... He looked up again to where Annie had been standing and saw instead Damien. He pointed to the book. "Save it. Don't let the wind rip it up." When Reza turned, the book was gone and the sky was cracked, and the boat tipped him toward it. He woke with a start, his hair in disarray and his arm stretched over the empty side of the bed. It was still cold, of course. Blinking, he glanced at the clock and sighed at what it read. Nearly eleven. Turning over, sitting up, and stretching, Reza shook the odd dream out of his thoughts. Damien had been there, but he couldn't think it odd. He'd fallen asleep thinking about the man, the odd hair and piercing eyes behind delicate glasses. He had such a sweet disposition, and one only had to be around him for a moment to be aware of that. He'd been moved to tears at the prospect of being given a book he thought he'd have to pay for, Reza couldn't imagine what some other, larger act of kindness would do to him. It was such an appealing thought it physically scared Reza, and he stood too quickly, feeling dizzy as he stumbled to his bathroom to shower and skip shaving, leaving a little dark stubble on his chin and cheeks. It wasn't so bad---some mentioned liking the slight rough, mussed appearance he usually had. Maybe it was the bookish appeal, he wasn't sure. It was as silent as ever when he went downstairs, going through his kitchen to make himself scrambled eggs and some toast before heading out to open the bookstore before lunchtime. The other rooms were barely warmed by the activity in the kitchen, however, and the silence returned when he started gathering a few smaller King novels in his bag and getting ready to go. He almost ran from his house, shaking off the chill in the warm, damp morning air. It looked like rain was on the horizon for later in the afternoon, but that was fine by him. He would have to remember to stow his bag in a protective sleeve if it were still going when he left sometime that night. Crossing the street, he looked up. The sun was warmly shining through the trees to give a light greenish tone to the suspended light. It looked almost storybook, like a Thomas Kinkade painting, and he loved that. Unlocking the front door, he pushed it open and decided to prop it to keep it from closing again. The place needed a little fresh air, but he'd close it before the rain arrived. The next door neighbour promised to keep his mother company as Damien left for work. He couldn't fully focus, however, and nearly crashed into a car that was turning into a side street. He shook himself, keeping himself more awake as he finally arrived at his school. His thoughts were messed up, jumbled. It had been the first time that his mother didn't know who he was. He knew it might happen eventually, but he wasn't prepared for the look on her face. She had seemed so pleased to see her husband again. Did he really look like his father? He didn't know.He got out of his car and brought his bag with him, making sure to lock it so no one stole it or any pesky girls didn't put any booby traps in it. He walked briskly to the staffroom, smiling and nodding towards any teachers he saw on his way there. His thoughts were now on Reza, the slightly exotic looking bookstore owner. Damien couldn't wait to see him again, maybe they could talk about books that they adored. He was so lost in thought that he almost ran into someone."Sorry," he apologised, blinking when he saw who he had almost bumped into. Miss Drencher was wearing pretty clothes today, and her black hair was tied up neatly in a pony tail. She grinned and hugged Damien, which made him blush and stare down at his feet."Good morning, Jazz. How are you?" she asked him, sounding concerned. Damien frowned and shrugged, starting towards the staffroom. He was looking forward to a hot cup of tea to wake him up. Miss Drencher followed him, but she seemed to sense that he wasn't in the mood to talk.The bell rung, but he had a couple of periods with no classes. So he decided to spend that time he had off in the school library. He enjoyed looking at the books that teenaged girls like to read, and was glad to see not all of it was romance novels or badly written stories about vampires. He spotted a few of the older girls he taught reading over Shakespeare and smiled. The school play that year was going to be Hamlet, and he looked forward to seeing the girls act it out. It would almost be a pantomime, except all the roles were played by females. He sat at the far wall and pulled out his own book to read. His feet were propped up on the counter from where he was sitting, reading through 1984 yet again. It had to be the third time he'd read through it but he'd probably read all the books in his bookstore at least once. He had most definitely read all the Stephen King novels more than once, for certain, especially Desperation. He wasn't sure why he loved it so much, but there was something about it that caught him. Probably the horror of it, like in all his books. He barely registered someone coming in until they lightly rapped their knuckles on the countertop. Reza startled, slapping his book shut and standing immediately, then focusing on his customer. He looked to be about middle aged, but with an air of youthfulness few could boast came naturally. His salt-and-pepper hair was evenly speckled with different tones and brushed back carefully. His eyes were hidden behind thin glasses, and his squared face held a mixture of seriousness and contentment. His clothes looked to be extremely high quality, a brand name that Reza wouldn't be able to identify if his life depended on it. "Hi there." Reza smiled. "Are you looking for something specific today, sir?" He didn't normally call someone 'sir' or 'ma'am'. But it seemed this man simply required it. Required that specific term of respect until requesting otherwise. "Yes, absolutely." He nodded once. "My name is Rick, please call me that. I feel 'sir' is far too formal." Reza smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, Rick. So, what is it you're searching for, today? I probably have it somewhere." He gestured around. "Actually, I'm looking for something specific. I heard you have an early edition of Pride and Prejudice, and I would love to buy it for my wife's birthday." Reza's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes! It's in the case in front of you, the far left." He leaned over, watching Rick bend down to study the card alongside the book. "Oh, 1853? A very good year. It's extremely rare." "It is. They're nearly impossible to find in such good condition nowadays." Reza was dropping hints, but not too obviously. Rick seemed to be nodding along with what he said, as if agreeing fully. "Indeed, indeed. It looks wonderfully well kept. Very pristine." The way he said the word pristine almost sounded like Damien, the previous day. "May I buy it?" "Oh, absolutely!" Reza grinned, buzzing with internal excitement. It wasn't too often he would sell one of his most expensive books, but Rick had walked right in with that intention. Finally, a spot to fill with another old book, once he found one online somewhere. His classes that followed were almost torturous for him, which was unlike how he usually felt about his job. It had been his dream, after all, to teach children to appreciate the stories he loved dearly. He spent most of his teaching times telling the girls to read and take notes, while he anxiously thought about his mother. It was as though he felt something bad was going to happen while he was at work. Some of his students noticed his nervousness and asked if he was OK. He smiled and promised them that everything was alright, even though he felt a bit bad for lying.When lunchtime came, he couldn't bear it any longer and he called his home, breathing out in relief when the neighbour, Doloris, answered. She reassured Damien that his mother was alright and the two had been chatting all day, stopping to watch the soap opera his mother enjoyed so much. Doloris also told him that she seemed normal today, even mentioning him as they gossiped about their grown up children. He sighed, feeling finally peaceful. So she hadn't forgotten about him entirely. He smiled as he went to his next class, looking forward to the end of the period so he could visit Reza's store again. Rick wouldn't accept the price that was on the book, calling it far too little for such a well preserved masterpiece. Therefore he had written out a check for five thousand dollars and gave Reza a small, mysterious smile, tucking the carefully wrapped and packaged book under his arm lovingly and stepping away, pausing at the door to give a small wave, which Reza almost numbly returned. He usually sld the books under the glass for a thousand, little more than that, because it wasn't too often a person walked into a sweet little bookshop like his with the intention of picking up a hundred year old book worth several thousand dollars. But evidently, Rick had. He was still smiling wistfully at the door when Gena came in, and gave him a strange look. He snapped out of it, stuffing the check Rick had written into his pocket. "Gena! How's it going, sweets?" "Hah, pretty good, Cookie. You sure look happy." Gena leaned against the counter and looked at the books under glass. "Oooh, you sold one?" "Yep. Pride and Prejudice. He gave me five thousand for it, Gena, five! I had it listed for one and a half." "Too low." Gena tutted as if she dealt in books every day. Reza rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, sure. No what are you doing here? Got an itch to scratch with a book, or what?" "No, I wanna buy one of those Kindles sometime. What do you think about 'em?" Gena crossed her arms and tilted her head curiously. "Eh... I prefer paper, but that's 'cause the screens hurt my eyes after a while. But I guess they save a lot of space." Reza and Gene debated the e-books for a while, but his mind was only half in it. He was mentally watching the clock, waiting for Damien to come by. He didn't care about the money, he cared that he found someone that loved books as much as he did. Damien happily hummed to himself as he got into his car after school had finished. He was feeling a lot better and couldn't wait to go see Reza in his book store. He made sure he had all his work with him before carefully backing out of his usual car park and driving out of the school grounds, up the street and into the city.He had to sit in rush hour traffic, plus road works fixing one of the main streets. By the time he got to the store it was four-thirty. He wondered when Reza closed the place, hoping he wasn't too close to closing time. With a grin on his face, he locked his car and almost ran to the store. He blinked a bit to adjust to the dim light, grinning wider when he saw Reza behind the counter. His heart fluttered slightly to see the man and he wondered why. Was he in love? Damien hadn't thought he was gay, but he guessed it made sense. It would explain a lot of his behaviour, anyway.As he stepped towards Reza, a teen girl noticed him and waved, coming from the shelf she had been looking over to say hello to him. "Mr Hannah! I'm just looking for some of the books you recommended to me yesterday," she said, showing him the covers of a few adult novels he had mentioned in one of his classes. "This one looks so interesting.""Ah... Um... Well, that's nice to see Georgia," he smiled nervously, stepping backwards a bit as she happily walked to the counter to pay for the book. After Gena had left a few more people came in. One actually did buy one of the Kindles, and he was somewhat younger of a man. Reza helped him authenticate it with his email address and then helped him load the five free books onto it. He seemed to love the lightweight feel and the fact that he didn't have to spare a whole room for his reading needs, and thanked Reza a few times before finally heading out the door. Luckily the sun had broken out halfway through the afternoon, and it was warm and dry. He smiled as he read as a teenager came in, casting him a bright smile and going around to look through the books, declining help when asked. His feet were propped up on the counter, one eye on the shopper in case she needed help and one eye reading through the next chapter of his book. He was a bit of a speed-reader, finishing books that had upwards of two hundred pages in just a couple hours and longer novels within a day. A book as large as Stephen King's The Dome took at least three full, uninterrupted days and nights to finish. When he heard a familiar voice, Reza jumped up and set his book aside. He was glad to see Damien, far more than almost anyone else. Why was that? He did enjoy the man's presence, even with the vague meeting they'd had just the day before. But he could tell he would love to spend days talking to this guy. If he were honest with himself there was definitely a vague attraction there too. He pushed the thought aside as he rung up the girl and smiled in a friendly manner. "Have a good day." He said kindly, and the girl---Georgia, by Damien's words---waved to both of them and hurried out. Reza smiled Damien's way. "Hey, you." He grinned. "So she's one of your students? I bet they all love you." He leaned forward, a joking gleam in his eye. Damien blushed and looked at his hands. "They are fond of me, yes..." he muttered, feeling embarrassed. He waited until the girl had fully left the street before approaching Reza and glancing about nervously. "Um... I'm here to pay you some money for the book you gave me yesterday." He pulled out his wallet and found his eftpos card. He only had a few dollars to spare, but he wanted to give them to Reza. The man was so nice, Damien felt bad for getting a book for free."How was your day, Reza?" he asked, trying to avoid the man's eye, knowing that he might just melt if their eyes met. Reza bit his lip, reluctantly taking the card and studying it. "You know you don't have to worry about it." He muttered, tapping the card on the wood. "I can wait as long as you need to get the money without struggling later. Hell, Damien, I can afford to give a whole shelf away and be fine. I just sold one of my most prized books for five thousand, I think I can afford to say goodbye to a twenty." He gave an understanding smile. "Call it an understanding, Damien. I know how hard it is to struggle to keep some money for... just about anything." He didn't want to make Damien think Reza felt he wasn't good enough. That was the opposite of what he wanted. If anything Reza wanted to see Damien every day. "I think I have an idea... I mean, instead of money, if you want to hear." He glanced up, setting the card down on the countertop. "Five..." Damien blinked. That was a lot of money, more than what he had ever seen in his bank account. He stared down at the card on the counter top, suddenly feeling as though he wasn't good enough for Reza. Why would the man want to date a useless, pathetic loser like him? He blinked again. Why was he thinking about dating Reza? He wasn't even sure if the man was gay, heck, he didn't even know if he was gay."An idea...?" he asked, looking confused. What could the man want from him? He would love to work in the shop, but he had other things to worry about, including an increasing sicker mother. Reza smiled gently, nodding a little. He didn't want to take Damien away from any obligations he had throughout the day, after his work-week. "Well... I thought you might want to come by... whenever you can? Like, after work, or when you don't have anything to do or you have a litte time... Or on the weekends, when you don't have school." He shrugged, looking down to hide the growing redness that was trying to cross his face. Why did this feel like an offer for a date? To spend time with someone? He hadn't in years... Did he even remember how to? He absently reached up to run a finger over a small area on his shirt, which had nothing there visibly. But he did want Damien to come back, and without the feeling of pressure coming with having to pay for a book. "Of course... I'll come around..." Damien noticed how awkward Reza seemed and he felt the same way. Was this man flirting with him? It didn't feel like when Miss Drencher hit on him, this actually felt nice and made him smile. "But I still want to pay for your book." He pushed the card back towards Reza. "It's OK. I have enough to pay $5."He waited for Reza to pick the card back up and run it through his machine, smiling slightly as he watched the man. "I'm not that broke..." He felt insulted, as though his money wasn't good enough for Reza, now that he had been given a large amount of money. Who had that much money to spend on a book? Damien wished he did. He was still reluctant, but took the card anyway and slid it through the reader. “I never said you were.” He muttered, furrowing his brow and sliding the card back. “I just don’t like having someone pay for something I gave them.” He shrugged a bit. It had been a bit of a friendly gesture, mostly. Nothing born of pity, of course. He did know how it was to have few funds, and it was dreadful. Of course there was that strange desire to make sure Damien was safe, and okay, and feeling... not bad. Was he in over his head here? This was already a strange relationship and Reza was struggling with his thoughts. Damien coming here every day wasn’t bad at all in Reza’s book, but why? There were a lot of questions he just didn’t know how to answer.

Bookends

daddies little rich girl (majinmaster & heavenleighdahl)

Adam sighed, pushing another piece of completed paperwork to the side. Six months he'd been working at the Void, a high end fashion store catering to those with too much money and not enough sense. Six months as an assistant manager doing every job his boss didn't want to. He reached up, rubbing the back of his head, fingers running through his short black hair, before rolling his muscular neck to ease the tension. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually dealt with a customer, all his time getting taken up with this paperwork. Which in turn meant no commissions, one of the few perks of his job.It was because of his managers love of avoiding menial jobs that Adam was stuck here right now. He looked up at the clock, sighing again. They had been shut close to an hour now. Yet he was still here waiting. The owners daughter was supposed to be showing up to pick an outfit for some party or another, yet still no sign of her.Moving out from behind his desk he walked out on the shop floor again, wanting to stretch his legs after sitting for so long. At 6'3 the desk wasn't exactly designed to accommodate a man of his height, let alone his size. Adam liked to keep fit, running, weights, swimming, football. He was an active guy, the upside to which being that his 6'3 frame was generously proportioned with muscle. Large enough to ward off any trouble, but not big enough that he looked like one of those freak show body builders.Adam moved his hand up to the tie of his suit, wondering if his boss would get mad if he took it off. It was part of the uniform after all. No best leave it on he thinks to himself walking past a couple of rows of cocktail dresses, the price tags enough to make any sane persons eyes water. God he couldn't wait to get out of this suit, go grab something to eat before figuring out what to do with the remains of his evening.Subconsciously he glances to another of the stores clocks before moving over to the counter, noting that everything has been tidied away properly. Not even a small job here to hold his attentions for a few minutes. Given that Jocelyn was the youngest child and only daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country, everyone expected that she would be spoiled rotten. She was beautiful, long blonde hair eyes such an interesting shade of blue they were violet in any light. Standing at five feet four inches tall she had a slim but feminine figure. Her breasts, natural, were a nice D cup, and her hips were rounded perfectly. Men always seemed to chase after the young woman, and she didn't pay them much mind. Though recently, she had been linked in the tabloids to one of the grandson of Queen Elizabeth.With a function planned for the next night, Jocelyn was behind on getting a dress and getting ready.Usually she had something picked out weeks before. But this time her schedule had been so full. Between different parties that she showed up at, and attempting to talk to some reps to get her own show, she had lost track of time. So, talking to her father, she'd gotten him to agree to open the store so that she could pick out one of the trendy and expensive dresses there.It was almost two hours before the young woman actually showed up at the store. Having arrived in her purple mustang, in a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt, with purple stiletto boots on, she looked hot as usual. Standing in front of the glass door she gave a quick knock, looking inside. She wanted to get the shopping over with as quickly as she was sure the man did. Adam's frustrated annoyance was beginning to turn to outright anger. The clock had just ticked past the two hour mark, two hours late. the fuck. What was he supposed to do with his evening now. By the time he got home he'd have to hit the sack in order to get up the next morning for work. He reached up rubbing his eyes trying to calm himself down.How much longer was he expected to wait? Surely they didn't expect him to hang around all night? What if this spoilt brat never showed? He turned away from the clock releasing a frustrated sigh as he looked out of the glass door, trying hard to calm down his building rage. he hated being treated like this and couldn't wait for the day he would be in charge. Certainly he'd never treat one of his workers like this.Just as he was considering picking up the phone and calling his boss to explain the situation he heard the knock at the door. He looked up seeing the beautiful blonde woman at the door and damn if she wasn't hot. But that alone wasn't enough to calm his annoyance. An exhalation of a calming breath and he moved across to the door, unlocking the bottom and then top lock, pulling the door open to allow her in. The brief wash of night air cool and refreshing after a day spent working in the air conditioned store."Welcome to Void, I'm Adam and am here to help find what you need." He repeats the words like a mantra, every store employee is told to greet customers in the same way and Adam reels off the platitude on reflex instead of what he'd actually like to say. Jocelyn gave a slow smile to the handsome man that opened the door for her. She'd seen him only in passing before but she knew that he was a hunky type. He was different from Edward, the man she was seen out and about with, Edward had all day to work out but still only managed to keep the fat off, but this guy worked every day and still managed to be completely hard muscle..."Well hello, Adam." She said, walking through the doors into the store. She didn't go there often, but she knew her way around. "I need a cocktail dress. Something... Sexy." She told him, winking over her shoulder at him as her hips swayed with her every step.She knew her way around, of course. There had been some remodeling in recent months, but it was a clothing store, she knew clothing stores like the back of her well manicured hand. Adam closed the door behind her making sure to lock it back up. The last thing he needed was more out of hours shoppers. He turned to catch the wink she threw him over his shoulder, though he ignored it. Flirting probably came as an automatic reaction for her."Well. Cocktail dresses are two rails down on the right. The ones at the front are the newest deliveries we have had that are ready for sale." He says trying to keep his voice calm and level. "The two rails behind that have been in stock for the last few weeks."He moves to follow her, ready to hold whatever items she chooses. A perk of shopping in the store was that the staff carried your items, leaving your hands free to browse the rails."There are also evening dresses in the front display area. They are often worn as cocktail dresses. Again. The front row are the newly arrived stock. The rails behind a few weeks old." He had no doubt hat she would pull something from the more expensive brand new racks. Normally this wouldn't bother him as he earnt commission on all sales. All sales except tonight. "Shoes and bags are at the back of the store, so you can match them to your outfit if you wish." He added. The sales patter a reflex more than anything. Jocelyn smiled behind her at the man as she considered what to wear. She didn't want to take any risks and make a fool of herself. But, she also wanted to come off as edge and sexy. It was a hell of a dilemma. How was she going to get her own reality show if she didn't dress a little daring?"Hmm.. Choices choices." She said, fingering through the various dresses. She found a black one that showed more skin than it covered and held it up to her body. "What do you think?" She asked as she looked at the man. "Will this look good?" She asked. There were other options, but she liked flirting with the much bigger man."Or will you not know unless you see it on me?" She asked with a playful grin. Adam waited patiently as she sauntered through the store, no sign of her rushing in the slightest. No doubt as far as she was concerned she had all the time in the world. He wondered silently if she even cared that he'd had to keep the shop open for nearly two extra hours."It's always hard to tell until someone's wearing it." He says non-commitally not rising to her flirting tone. In truth he just wanted to get out of here. Usually he would have made an attempt to flirt back, but the way she was doing it seemed so...automatic. As if she were expected to do it rather than actually wanted to."The changing rooms are at the rear of the store. Separate rooms. Each with a mirror and a lockable door." He adds. "If you'd like to try it on that is." Silently adding to himself "no doubt you could take one if everything and bring it all back if it didn't fit and daddy wouldn't mind." Jocelyn actually liked flirting with the man. He was so hot she would give anything to just touch him. But, she had restraint. "I guess I will try it on. And this one." She said, picking up a more subdued dress, in purple. Being as purple was her favorite color, she'd rather wear something like that. The man was being nice enough to stick around, if it had been her, after an hour she would have been out of that store and on her way home and she really wouldn't have blamed in him the least if he'd done it.While she may not be as outragous as people seemed to think she was, Jocelyn wasn't afraid to take what she wanted. And she decided, as she walked to the dressing room, that she wanted that man. Even if it was just to talk to him, to flirt with him."So, are you enjoying working at The Void?" She asked him as she walked to the dressing room. "Besides having to stick around for me, of course." She said with a quick smile. "Thank you for that, by the way." Adam was surprised when she picked up the purple dress. It was more muted than the other and would show off far less flesh. The cut of it would cover her ample breasts, If she could get them into it and it's length would cling down to mid thigh.The question is one he had expected, hearing it on a daily basis as though shoppers can think of nothing else to ask. And indeed perhaps they can't or perhaps they just don't care enough to be bothered."Yeah. I like it here. People are friendly and the staff get on really well with each other."An apology. Now that is a surprise he thinks to himself. That he was definitely not expecting and for a moment he really wasn't sure what to say, caught wrong footed. "It was no problem." He says his mouth speaking before his brain has a chance to kick in.Adam carried the dresses to the changing room, moving in to it and hooking them on to a hangar on the wall before stepping out again. He changing rooms here were huge and easily capable of holding three people at a time. The owner knowing women's preferences for shopping in groups."Would you like some champagne whilst you try them on?" Another perk of the void, free champagne to shoppers. The alcohol tending to loosed already barely tied purse strings. Jocelyn let the man take the dresses into the changing room and raised an eyebrow as he spoke. She wondered if that was rehearsed, if he really meant it. If he liked the job, that would be great, but she'd heard that there were not always good co-workers, she read about it all the time.She considered the champagne, she had to drive, but one glass wouldn't cause any problems... "That would be lovely." She finally agreed, flashing him a quick smile. "I will live the door unlocked, you can just bring it right in." She told him with a grin and a wink.She stepped into the room and set down her purse. After kicking off her shoes, she began to undress, even before the man was out. She knew that she had a good body, so she didn't see a point in hiding it most of the time. And with a man as sexy as him, she definitely didn't mind. Adam caught the barest glimpse of flesh as she began to undress, bad enough to be caught looking at a regular customer but the bosses daughter. No. He could do without that kind of trouble. Still, he had to admit the quick glimpse he had got was to his liking."I'll be rigt back with the champagne."He moved across the changing area to a locked fridge unit. Tapping in the code he opened it, taking out one of the fresh bottles. Best not to give her a glass from one of he half full ones. Taking the bottle and a glass he headed back to the changing room she occupied.Standing outside the door he have the cork a twist making sure to hold it in his hand as it popped. The noise echoing off the walls like a gunshot in the silent store. Barely spilling a drop he titled the bottle back up, depositing the cork into a bin before pouring a single glass.Picking up the glass in hands that seemed to large for such a delicate task he knocked twice on the charging room door. "Your champagne is ready." Jocelyn was carefully folding her jeans and t-shirt and laying them down on one of the chairs when Adam knocked on the door. In her black lace bra and thong, she opened the door and took a step out. "Will you have a glass with me?" She asked him sweetly, leaning against the doorframe as she looked at him and took the glass.The young blonde eyed the fit man and considered her situation. She didn't have a boyfriend, not really, and she hadn't in almost a year. But that didn't mean she didn't want one, didn't want some company for a night or two either.Sipping her drink, the young woman crossed her ankles and just enjoyed the look of him. She wondered if he was as defined under the suit. "Aren't you uncomfortable? All stuffy in that suit." As Jocelyn emerges Adam manages to just hide his surprise. Damn if she doesn't look good. He fights an almost overpowering urge to let his eyes rake her body, just managing to maintisn eye contact despite the teasing figure before him."I can't drink whilst working. Sorry." He adds not really sure why he apologized."You sort of get used to it. I've been suited all day so you just sort of forget you're wearing it." The statement wasn't necessarily true. He was more than aware of the suit and was itching to take it off. All day he'd been looking forwards to throwing on something more comfortable and just spending the night relaxing. A plan that up until now had been foiled. Jocelyn couldn't help but laugh. The man was apologizing for doing the right thing. She shouldn't be encouraging him to do otherwise, but from what she could tell it wasn't work hours, so he should be free to indulge with her. But, she wouldn't push him, because he didn't seem like the type that was easily swayed, even by a pretty face and a great pair of legs."Well, at least loosen the tie." She recommended as she turned around to walk slowly into the changing room again. "You look so stuffy. It's making me nervous, like I should be calling you 'Sir' or something." The young woman laughed again and turned her head. "Or would you like that?" She asked in a sultry voice before closing the door carefully."We should turn on some music. It's way too quiet in here." She told him as she shimmied into the tight black dress, which she wasn't surprised would require help to zip it up. But, she didn't saunter out, yet, taking a minute to enjoy the way the dress hugged her body. The tie thing he didn't argue with reaching up to loosen it slightly, popping open the top button of his shirt sighing at the cool air. He hated ties and would only ever wear them at work, Adam never understood just why people thought they were an essential part of uniforms.As she turns around heading back into the changing room he allowed his gaze to drop taking in the view of her perfectly sculpted ass. And damn if it wasn't a nice ass. Firm and pert, just perfect for grabbing. His dismissed the thought immediately, trying to summon up his earlier annoyance but struggling to do so."Sir is always good." He says offhandedly before his brain catches up to his mouth. Quickly he adds "I can see if I can get the music going, but it's usually only during store hours it's on..." Moving away from the changing rooms he crossed to the till area hitting a few buttons on the PA system. It took a few attempts but he eventually managed to get some music to play. Soft pop, the sort of corporately approved music found the world over. Adam stood heading back to the changing room wondering if she'd managed to try the dresses on yet. Jocelyn laughed softly at the remark that she should call him sir, or at least that he wouldn't really mind it. He went off to check the music while she took the time to finish slipping into the dress and even wiggled around a little to zip the dress up. It fit perfectly, just like a second skin. She walked out just as the man was coming back."What do you think about this?" She asked him when she caught sight of the big, handsome man. The music wasn't what she would have expected before, did he prefer the pop crap? "I suppose the radio is set to being on this station all the time?" She asked with a slight curl of her nose."So, should I try more color? I have the purple one. It's not quite as tight... I think." She said with a laugh. "I should try it on, to see what I like." "It looks good." He says on reflex, though he does take the chance to admire her in the dress. It certain to hugs her in all the right places and shows off her assets in impressive fashion. Just looking Adam feels a strirring in his loins, but quickly does the best he can to distract his mind."Yeah. Sadly it's corporate approved radio. So we have to listen to it all the time. At least it's new stuff. One of he stores I worked for had one cd of like 80's pop and played it on repeat because they didn't want to pay the licence few for anything else.""Well. It depends what look you are going for. I mean I don't know what event you want them for. I'd say the one you have on right now is a very good party dress. It would certainly draw a lot of looks." Jocelyn gave the man a smile, she knew that it was a good look, but would it be right? Was it right for her? He asked the next logical question that most people wouldn't have asked her. "It's a charity event." She told him, running her hand over that choice of dress. "Some people are dying somewhere or something." she said in her automatic response. "Actually, it's the need for proper literacy the underclass regions of the United States." She said, flashing him a smile."I suppose this is better than 80's pop." She said as she reached her hand back to unzip her dress and she pulled it down before she had even turned. "I'll try on the purple one." She finally said after a minute. "If it's a charity event then I'd suggest something a little less...flaunting. The attention is supposed to be on the cause not the attendees." He smiles before continuing. "Wearing that you are more likely to get photographed than any of the actual cause.""It's definitely more of an out clubbing outfit." He adds watching as she starts to slide the dress off. He turns to look away before she can catch him watching her. Jocelyn grinned as she looked at the man, telling her that the attention should be on the cause. "There are reasons they invite the likes of me to these events, and a reason why people like me go to them. To get photographed there and bring attention. Some to themselves and some to the cause. Knowing that I support it is pretty big. Plus, I paid two thousand dollars for my plate to it, I should be able to wear what I want." She added the last part offhandedly as she stepped out of the dress and walked back into the dressing room."What would you be doing right now if you didn't have to wait for me?" She asked through the door as she slid into the next dress. It wasn't nearly as tight, more whispy, but she did like it. And she liked how it showed off her ample bosom. "True. But if it's just you being photo'd the cause makes next to nothing from it. Better you get photo'd at the cause. You get some humanitarian press and they get good publicity. The subtle dress makes it look like you are there for the event. Not the photo opportunity." He waits letting the words sink in pre-empting her next question. "My mum used to do photo work for a magazine. And the editors used to lap up the understated pictures. Made their articles look more classy As well" Jocelyn nodded into her reflection and thought about what the man said. She wished she could do the classy stuff, deep down she would rather be the classy type. But, that didn't get someone noticed in their day and age. And she'd never get a show if she did that. Did Kate Middleton? No. But Snooki did."So, what plans am I interrupting?" She asked the man, zipping the dress before she walked out. "Okay, this one is more muted. Do you think this would be better?" She asked as she did a slow turn. "That ones a lot better for the event." He lifts an arm pointing to the dress she is wearing. "That's an event dress, the arm swings round to point to the second dress. "That's an after party dress." Both dresses looked great on her but like most red blooded males it was the black one he'd rather see her in."Respectable charity attendee" again a point to the purple dress. "Party girl." His finger moving back in the direction of the black dress."Plans for tonight. Well I didn't really have any. Asides from maybe hitting the gym for a quick work out, food and then relaxing. Though going by the rate the clocks moving the workout has gone out the window." Another half an hour had passed since her arrival and despite her good looks he was beginning to wonder when she would be done. Jocelyn listened to the man talking about the dresses. "You know a lot about this stuff." She commented as she looked down at herself. He talked about his original plans and she began to feel bad. She was making him lose his night, though there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it now."I'll take both of them." She finally said. "I'll pick out some shoes, purses... And I guess I can come around during normal business hours for other things." She said, reaching for the zipper of that dress."I'm sure your girlfriend is waiting for you, too." She said softly, giving him a quick smile. She stepped out of the dress and made the bold move of reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Taking it off, she picked up her dress and walked back into changing room. "Like I said. Mum worked for a magazine. So I grew up around this stuff. Spent a lot of time at her office sort of pottering around. So picked stuff up." He waved his hand encompassing the shop. "The clothes knowledge is what you need working in places like these."He watches almost in disbelief as she turns her back on him, dropping the dress down and unhooking her bra. He frowned slightly, wondering just what she was up to. Was she just teasing him? Was she even aware of what she was doing? Again his gaze dipled to her ass before being lost to sight.He waited til he was sure she was inside the changing room before reaching down and adjusting the steadily growing bulge in his trousers, mentally chastising himself for the thoughts. Jocelyn knew what her body could do to men, though she didn't usually wantonly wave it around to make a man insane. This time... She just found the man so sexy she wanted to see what he would do. She wondered if maybe he was gay. That might explain why he had no reaction to her."So, what's the girlfriend going to say to the long hours?" She asked through the door as she pulled on her clothing. "Or is it... Boyfriend?" She asked curiously, giving a soft laugh as she pulled on her jeans and shirt, this time without bra. She stuffed her bra in her purse before opening the door, sliding her feet into her boots. "Neither actually." He smiles. "For the record I'm straight. Just not had much time to socialise since I started here. Been working hard trying to impress and make commissions. Put the money towards fixing up my car..." He stops realising he's giving a view into his personal life. Not something he does at work.He notes with a little disappointment that she is now dressed. Still that will prevent any potential future awkwardness. Any more flaunting and his semi hard on would have become a lot more noticable. As it is he hopes she can't spot it from where she is. Jocelyn grinned as he told her that he was straight. That was lovely news. "What's wrong with your car?" She asked as she walked through the store towards the shoes. She stopped at the racks and looked at everything. It was a nice selection, but she didn't want anything that would distract from the dress.She sat and took off her boots, picking up the first pair she found. They were black and strappy, very nice high heels. Looking down at her feet, she shook her head and picked another pair. She noticed a bit of discomfort in him, but she didn't push it. Adam sighs. He brought the subject up, he can't exactly say he doesn't want to talk about it now. "I bought a car. An old mustang actually. I've been fixing it up. You know replacing bits, repairing others. It's become a hobby for me. A way to unwind and relax. Very therapeutic.""You have any hobbies?" He asks before his brain stops him.He crosses to the rack of shoes pulling down a pair of purple strap high heels, the heel about four inches long. "These are the ones that usually go with the purple dress." Jocelyn thought about what he said, considering what he said. "Well isn't that interesting." She commented, grinning at him. "Are you using classic parts?" She asked curiously."My hobbies... I enjoy a lot of things. Honestly, I have been mentoring in my spare time." She confessed, taking the shoes. "These are nice." She said, slipping them onto her feet.Looking at her feet, she realized that they did look really good. "Alright. I'll take these, and these black ones." She said with a nod, pushing to stand. "As near to original as I can find." He smiles. "Means a lot of scrapyard digging which isn't too bad if you don't mind getting dirty." He shrugs."Mentoring?" Adam asks taken aback. Wondering if you simply mean giving others fashion tips and taking the a billing. Surely nothing more deep and meaningful than that."Sure. If you wanna head over to the till I can ring them through. Gotta do that so they come off the system..."Adam paused. "Did your dad say anything in the store?" Jocelyn nodded her head as she considered the man getting dirty. And sweaty. His muscles flexing and jumping with his every move. Him lifting a heavy car part. The woman had to actively hold in a moan of pure bliss at the erotic thought."Yes, I mentor an elementary child." She told him, frowning. No one really knew it, though, besides the little girl she spent time with."Anything in the store." She said. "So the two dresses and the two pairs of shoes tonight." She said as she slid her boots back on. Looking at the price tags quickly, she picked up her purse and followed him forward to the till. Adam pauses on the way to the till. "Would that also cover the new not yet out on the shop floor stock as well do you think?" He asks surprising himself with the question. Maybe he's not minding spending time with her after all. He points to the back room. "We've got stuff in that's just been tagged. Not ready for display yet. But I'm guessing your be allowed? Only stuff that could come out is what you definitely want. And we don't have a changing room back there..." When the man mentioned stuff that wasn't put out for sale yet, the young woman perked up. "I want to see. Of course I'm allowed. My daddy won't care." She told him, grinning. She turned to the back room, grinning. "Lets go." She said, reaching for his arm. "Lets see what I can find." She told him with a smile, getting excited to try something else on. "I don't care that there is no changing room... I don't care if you see me naked." Adam leads her to the back room surprised by her enthusiasm, though not as much as her confession that she didn't care if he saw her naked. Was this a general thing or was it that she didn't care if it was him? He shrugged off the thought reaching down to tap his security code into the door.The door was large and solid metal secured by pin entry keypads on either side. This room had to be secure because as well as housing all of the stock it held the safe as well. Though that was well hidden.The door hisses open and Adam pushes it open easily. Stepping inside the cool room. The air required to stay at a certain tempted studs to keep the clothes pristine in their wrappings. He waits for her to follow him in before shutting the door with an automatic click as the security re-engaged.The store room was about half the size of the shop floor and filled with exactly What you would expect. Metal tote containers, empty boxes, hangars and rails of clothes. Adam lifts his finger pointing to two rails the clothes hanging from them in plastic wrappings."Those are the new stuff. Not yet seen by the public eye." Jocelyn waited with the man while he opened the door and lead her inside. It was a little colder than she would have thought, but that didn't bother her at all. She wasn't against being a little cold. Though she could consider a way for them warm up if it got too cold. Oh, she was being naughty.Looking at the rack, she grinned and slipped out of her shirt as she walked. There were no ifs and or buts. She was going to be trying on some clothes. "Perfect." She said with a grin. Topless, the young woman began moving the dresses, looking at each of them in turn."Lets see this one." It was floor length, black, and so tight she knew she'd feel like Morticia Addams. She pushed her jeans down and stepped out of them before pulling the dress on her firm body. Adam watched as she strolled across the floor, surprised at her unabashed attitude towards her nudity. The tshirt hitting the cool stone floor after barely a minutes pause. He watched in surprise as she crossed to the rails looking like a kid in a candy store. Her jeans swiftly following her top.Dammit. He was getting hard. And he couldn't help it. No matter where he looked he seemed to catch a tempting glimpse of her flesh. "Just be careful. If anyone of those get damaged it'll cost me my job." He says the words sounding leaden and stupid even to him.Adam moves over lifting the dress careful from the rack. He slips it free of its zip locked bag, holding it our to her carefully. "Be very very careful." He swallows "we have three of these. And they have a $10,000 price tag on." He looks genuinely nervous holding the dress out to her. Jocelyn gave the man a once over as she stood in only her thong underwear. "I'm always careful with clothing." She assured him, putting aside the fact that she'd carelessly thrown aside her pants and t-shirt. "Your job is safe." She said with a grin, walking over to the man.She was standing much closer to him that she had before, if she moved a certain way her breast would caress his arm. Taking the dress from him, she pulled it over her head and then pulled it down the rest of the way. There were shimmering accents over the middle and the deep dip between her breasts."What do you think? Is it $10,000 worth of sexy?" She asked him with a playful smile. Adam watches nervously as she slips the dress on with practised ease, the bulge in his trousers now becoming far more insistent. He silently chastises himself, worrying that if she doesn't turn away soon he won;t be able to adjust and it will be clear what is happening. He lets out a sigh of relief as she slips into the ridiculously expensive outfit, trying to remind himself that she has probably grown up wearing dresses like this.He steps back to take a look, assuming she wants his opinion. "Very nice, expensive yet subtle. but you know what they say about clothes. it's the wearer that makes them." he smiles, his current state removing some of his inhibitions. "So question is are you $10,000 worth of sexy, because if you are then this..." he reaches out running a hand lightly over the fabric of the dress on her shoulder "...is just window dressing." Jocelyn grinned at the man's words, noticing a little change in him as he touched the dress which made him touch her. "So, lets change the question. Am I $10,000 worth of sexy?" She asked with a smile as she stepped that other inch closer to him. She looked up at the big man, and that was when she noticed that he did have a bit of a bulge starting.And she felt pretty sure that she could enjoy what might come of his appreciation. "What do you like seeing girls in?" She asked him sweetly. "Are you one that likes a nice trophy, a girl in a slinky dress with her hair all done up. Or do you like the girl in a football jersey and jeans with her hair in a ponytail? Or are you the type that would prefer the woman stripped down completely with her hair in a wild tangle from a wild night of sex?" Adams fingers slip under the hook of the dress, rubbing it between his fingers idly as he thinks. Deliberately making the pause longer than necessary before answering "well...I'd say $10,000 would be a low estimate...2 he offers her a small smile before continuing. "Though sexy is more than just looks" he adds playfully.His fingers never cease the toying with the dress strap, the backs of his knuckles lightly grazing against her flesh. "What do i like in my girls?" His other hand comes up to tap his lips. "A nice, respectful girl, pretty, smart, funny..." he leans down and whispers softly, hotly in her ear "who is absolutely filthy no matter what she is or isn't wearing?" he allows his tongue to flick out, lightly grazing her earlobe. Jocelyn looked up at Adam as his fingers moved against the dress, caressing her skin absently. The shopping excursion was turning far more interesting than she would have guessed when she first got there. But, in and expensive dress with a hot man right in front of her."I haven't been called 'nice' in a while... Is that a turn off?" She asked, shivering as his tongue touched her earlobe. There it was, he had shown her that he wanted at least something close to what she did. He smiles hearing her response the stroke of his hand lengthening slightly, fingers running down the stral until just above the swell of her breast. He repeated the motion twice more, knuckles still brushing against her soft flesh. A small smile playing on his lips."And to the other things?" He asks playfully leaning forwards a little more, planting three small kisses on her neck. Three soft lingering kisses, tasting her perfume and flesh combined. "Ever had anyone call you absolutely filthy?" He asks in a hot whisper. Jocelyn grinned as the man managed to stroke her breast quickly before moving back up. She liked the touches, his hands were large and manly, rough enough to let her know that he was a man, but soft enough to make it known that he was a lover."All the time." She told him, shivering at the kisses to her neck as her hand reached forward to grab onto his damn jacket. She'd suggested he get out of it before, but he hadn't, now she wanted him out of it. She pushed at the heavy cloth, attempting to get it off of him. "I'm pretty funny, too, if that helps." Adam smiles, pushing his arms out behind him shrugging the jacket off. The black jacket falls to the ground revealing just how tight fitting his plain white shirt is, his muscular physique outlined beneath the material. The thin black tie still hanging loosely from his neck."Maybe I should have you tell me a joke then." He lifts his hand, brushing his palm against her cheeks his finger slowly tracing round to brush over her lips. "Unless there's something you would rather do?" He asks playfully, his eyes dipping momentarily to the swell of her cleavage. Jocelyn laughed softly and ran her hand along his chest. She licked her lips as his finger moved over them. "Oh, I can think of something else I could do with my mouth." She said playfully. She was enjoying the new play on things.His body was hard and perfectly fit with the suit and with her dirty fantasies. The man was everything a woman dreamed of. She could run her hands over his body all day, all night, all her life as long as it was always that hard and perfect."We would need to get you out of your pants, however." She told him. Adam lets a small grin appear on his face. He's enjoying this. Staying behind after work suddenly not seeming like a bad thing. Especially if things continue along the path they are. He brushes his finger over her lips once more.He leans down, finger sliding to her chin, tilting her head up towards his he presses his lips softly against her, the barest kiss, lips just brushing hers before he pulls back. "I think your better get on your knees then."He takes a half step back reaching down to unhook his belt, watching her the whole time. He pops the button to his trousers, the fly zip slowly sliding down. It's now or never, he's calling her bluff. Either she is getting off on teasing him or this is really going to happen. Jocelyn grinned at the man as he leaned forward to lightly kiss her. Her hands pushed at his pants even as he pulled away from her. Her tongue darted out to moisten her pink lips as she looked at his body. He began to open his pants and she stepped back toward him."I guess I should." She said, reaching down for the dress. "I wouldn't want to ruin the dress before I can wear it. I should take it off." She told him, beginning to peal the tight dress off of her form.It came off a lot easier than it might have if she didn't have the incentive of his hard body waiting for her. She grinned as she laid the dress over the rack and turned herself to look at him. "Show me what you have." She tempted as she walked closer to him. Adam pauses for a moment to watch her peel away the dress, this time making no effort to hide the attention his eyes are lavishing on her body. Watching his hands work, pushing down his trousers and boxers to round his ankles. His long, thick cock springing free from its material prison.He takes it in hand stroking it once or twice as he watches her, feeling it harden even more. The 7.5 inch length throbs with its need, the thick head already leaking the tiniest blob of precum. He looks at her slender form as she approaches, a slight smile on his face. "Well. Think you can manage?" He asks playfully. Jocelyn purred as her hand reached to push his own away, so that she could stroke him. He was a lot thicker than she would have thought, though she shouldn't have been surprised in the least."I think I can manage, someway." She purred as she let herself drop to her knees in front of him, her hand moving smoothly over his hard length. "It might be a tight fit, though." She told him with a sly smile as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. She tasted his skin, then caressed upward with her tongue to take a little taste of that precum that was waiting for her. With a small moan she circled her tongue around the head of his member, her eyes on him the entire time. Adam can't believe his luck, she's so willing, so compliant and sexy as hell to boot. Staying late after work will definitely be worth it if she's half as good as she looks. He watches as she slips to her knees, keeping her eyes on him as she teased and tested his cock with her mouth. Good. Adam liked eye contact, liked to see that they were enjoying it.He made no move to involve himself yet, leaving her to her explorations a small smile on his face. His time for exploring would come soon he knew. But for now he wanted to see what she could do, how well she could handle a cock."What are you waiting for?" He asks playfully, not that he minds the teasing, the build up but his rock is tho ribbing insistently in its desire for attention. Jocelyn grinned up at the man as she tasted his flesh, licked, caressed, teased his hard cock. When he asked her what she was waiting for, the young blonde only smiled and shrugged. "Not a thing." She told him playfully.She didn't rush to move on, however, she instead lifted her head and grinned at the man as she let just her hand stroke him. "Is this not doing what you'd like it to?" She asked as her hand moved slower, and she grinned wickedly.Finally, after teasing him for a few minutes, she let her head move forward and she opened her mouth to take his length in, slowly, her eyes looking up at him the whole time as he passed between her lips and into her warm wet mouth. Adam couldn't help but smile at her cheeky , flippant responses, she's obviously done this before and enjoying the power that comes with it. He offers no answer, resigning himself to her glorious teasing. He watches, a smile spreading across his face as she sinks her head onto him, the length of his thick cock sliding steadily into her mouth. He wonders silently if she'll be able to take it all in one go, as a soft sigh escapes her lips.Who'd have thought a rich party brat would actually know what to do with a cock? He had been certain she was just a tease, just enjoyed getting off on the thrill of winding a man up. Apparently he was wrong, this was no teasing minx, she knew what to do with a cock and certainly seemed to enjoy it. Yes staying behind after work was turning out to have been the right choice after all. Jocelyn had always enjoyed giving head, just as she enjoyed receiving. She loved the knowledge that she was giving a man pleasure with something like her mouth. She stroked him with a hand as she took him into her mouth deeper and deeper. Finally, with almost all of his cock in her mouth, se pulled her head back slowly. Then, it slid back over him, taking him in deeper. She groaned in pleasure at the feeling as her free hand moved down to his sack.She held his balls as she moved her head back and forth, picking up the pace as she looked up into his eyes. Adam lets out a soft groan as he watches her sliding more and more of his length into her mouth. So she definitely knows what she is doing. He thinks to himself reaching down and placing a hand on the top of her head for a moment, feeling her bobbing movements as she cups his balls causing another groan to issue from his lips.He feels the shift in angle of her head and pulls his hand away looking down into her upturned face. He smiles down at her obviously enjoying her attentions. "I'm beginning to think staying after work wasn't such a bad thing." He says playfully. "You certainly seem to know how to use your mouth." He says a small smirk on his face. Jocelyn winked at the man as her head continued to move expertly over his member. She liked looking up and seeing his pleasure at what she was doing to him.Her eyes watched him, taking in every single twitch and movement of his face as she began to move her head faster, taking him deeper into her mouth, her hand stroking him in time with her mouth, her tongue pressing against his length to add to the pressure and the pleasure. Adam reaches down tousling his fingers in her hair, fuck he could happily leave her down there for hours his cock in her mouth. Well he could if it wasn't for the insistent throbbing in his balls. She was good. A little too good. He could feel his need to cum growing by the minute."Mmm. Fuck. Keep that up and you'll get my first load in your mouth." He groans softly, fingers toying with her hair. Silently he wonders if she swallows, more than likely a spit girl though. No way she'd do facials either, he thinks building a picture of her based on misconceptions of the party girl image. Jocelyn watched the man as she pleasured him, taking in every inch of his hard cock then moving her mouth once more. She loved the feeling of having a man's cock inside of her mouth, loved how good it felt to know that he was taking pleasure in everything she did.She didn't stop at his warning, though. She continued to move her head a bit faster, deeper. She wanted to taste his release, he might not think so, but she got a thrill out of the dirtier things, swallowing, facials, it was another part of the experience. "Fuck you really do now how to suck a cock..." Adam groans clutching at her hair. "I warned you..." He grunts as his cock jerks and spasms in her mouth, it's thick length pumping his hot cum into her mouth. He breathes deeply, his cock pumping for a good thirty seconds or so. The whole time his gaze firmly on the woman kneeling before him.He takes a breathe feeling the wash of relief flow over him. "Now that was worth staying after work for." He says a grin creasing his face, already wanting to get his hands on her. To have her cum for him. He licks his lips wondering how she tastes, how tight she is. Jocelyn swallowed every drop that the man had to give her, her mouth and hand continuing on the man the entire time, trying to get him everything in him. She watched him and when he was done, she pulled her head away and licked her lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much." She said, looking him over as she stood up."I've never said I didn't know what a man wants." She purred as she knelt back eyed the man. She was naked, and the room was pretty cold, so her nipples stuck out to a point. "I hope you aren't in a rush to go home, I don't want that to be the end of that, I want to know what such a big cock would feel like inside of me." She purred. Adam smiles, reaching out he playfully plucks at one of her nipples teasing the bud of flesh between his fingers. A soft pinch and a gentle twist as he licks his lips. "Oh. I don't plan on going home any time soon." He smiles giving another little twist."Question is. Do you fuck as well as you suck."Adam smiles releasing her nipple, his hands drop to her hips. With a flex of muscles he lifts her easily from the ground, taking three quick steps towards a large metal crate. He places her down onto it, spreading her legs with his hands. Before she can answer or object he lowers his head between her legs running his tongue over her pussy. The young party girl smiled as she was pulled from the ground. She knew the answer to that question, but he would find out soon. She'd been told enough times that she was a fantastic lay, though there weren't enough men in the list to make her some kind of expert.She shivered and her nipples hardened as she was put on the cold crate. She licked her lips and closed her eyes as she took a steadying breath. She was going to enjoy what was going to come. When he lowered to the ground and brought his tongue to her pussy, the young woman moaned loudly and fell back slightly, giving him complete access to her body. Adam places his large hands on the insides of her legs, fingers played allowing him full access and preventing her from closing her legs. Smiling he lets out a long slow hot breath against her pussy before leaning forwards again tongue flicking over her swollen lips. He grins surprised at just how wet she is.Slowly he drags her tongue the full length of her pussy, tasting the sweet tang of her. He phases near the top, proving with his tongue, seeking the nub of flesh that will heighten her pleasure. His tongue brushes against it a handful of times before rolling over it, as though the first few times had been to tease.Slowly, infinitely slowly he traces figures of eight around and over it before flicking his tongue left and right against it rapidly. He repeats this motion a half dozen times before rolling it around his tongue, hands firmly clamped on the inside of her legs. Jocelyn knew it was going to be good, having the man pleasuring her, though she hadn't known how good. As his tongue moved against her, the young woman groaned and pressed herself up toward him."Oh yeah." She groaned softly, her hands moving down to his head between her legs. He knew what to do with a woman to make her legs tremble, and he had her legs trembling as one of her hands moved to her breast, playing over her hard nipple quickly. Adams tongue moved faster, swirling rapidly over her clit. Any hint of teasing now gone. The motions are swift and long, his tongue never once leave the sensitive nub of flesh. He can taste her and revels in the flavour of her, sweet yet with a tang.He pulls his head back, long enough to push a thick finger between the folds of her pussy, burying it to the knuckle. Before she can react his head is loaded again, tongue rapidly swirling over the nipple as his finger starts to slide back and forth slowly.

daddies little rich girl (majinmaster & heavenleighdahl)

Sowing the seed..

Max was a man who had become plainly self-sufficient in the past few years, so much so that he was able to purchase a home on a remote section of beach overlooking the Atlantic coast. Although he had friends and neighbors, he quite like his privacy, but there was a basic need lacking in his life: a woman and a possible heir.He had recently taken steps to remedy this: placed an ad for a housekeeper/nanny type.. preferrable a fertile young woman in which his plans for the future could mature. Today, Max was particularly happy: a rather attractive young woman had answered his ad and was supposed to be arriving this afternoon for an interview for the position...As he gazed out of the window, he saw a car approach.."This must be her, " he mused.."she's very attractive, all the better.", he watched as she exited the car and came to the front door."Mustnt keep her waiting," Max grinned,"after all, the sooner she gets started, the better." Alley was greatfull to finally find the house where she would be interveiwing for a position as a housekeeper she couldn't help but hope that she would get the job. After the year she had had she just wanted to be left alone and be able to work and support herself with out fear of her ex boyfriend joe showing up again to ruin things for her.This place looked perfect. He would never think to look for her in this place.looking in the rearveiw mirror she applyed light pink lip stick to her full pouty lips and rubed them together a few times before running a brush through her jet black hair cut to just below her shoulders and slightly curled at the ends.smiling at her reflection she looked into her eyes. dark blue and surrounded by thick black lashes. she looked a little pale today but that was the way she had looked for several monthes now. ever since joe had started hunting her down every time she had moved.sighing she opened the car door and steped out. she is wearing a black skirt that reaches to her knee's and flows with the natural lines of her body from her hips to her thighs where it flairs out just slightly to her knee's. a dark blue blouse with mother of pearl buttons also fitting her as if it was made just for her slender body and full breasts. the heels of her knee high boots sunk slightly into the gravel of the drive way as she walks up to the porch and rings the door bell. she careys a folder with her of the jobs she had worked in the last five years which was entirely to many for a 21 year old young woman.she feels butterflys in her stomach as the door opens but she smiles brightly at the man standing there in the doorway and holds her hand out to him." hello im Alley. i have an appointment today." Max tried to hide his excitement as he eyed this nubile young lady appreciatively. She looked fanatastic and he hoped that she would prove to be as pleasing personality-wise as she did in her looks. "Hello, Alley, I'm Max. Thank you for responding to my ad so promptly. Please come in."He ushered her inside the house, taking her hand and giving it a slight kiss on the top as he did so.Max figured if he was going to get this girl to bear his child, he might as well make it as easy for her as possible. He showed her into the large living room and offered a place on the sofa so he could admire her legs from his vantage point. "So, Alley, please tell me a bit about yourself and why you think you would be the right candidate for this job.."He wanted to gauge her personality before making the final decision.. sitting on the sofa she crosses her legs and places the file with her work history in it on the seat next to her." well uhm..Max i am a hard worker and you can bet that if there is something you need done i will see it gets done. But i also have no family to call me away for emergencies nor do i have a large group of friends that will be calling to disturb me during the work day. I can follow direction to the t and actually enjoy cleaning. i wouldn't be laying about your home being lazy. and am perfectly content with my own company so i wouldn't be a bother on my days off or when the work has been finished. i dont care for drinking and i hate ciggeretts so i dont smoke, ive never touched a drug in my life and never entend on doing so. and frankly i really really need this job Max."taking a deep breath she lowers her eyes and places her hands in her lap clasping them togethor she waits to hear what he is going to say. Unable to take his eyes from her lovely form, Max rises to his feet and approaches Alley, standing in front her his crotch mere inches from her pretty face(and in a state of rapid arousal), he touches her face reassuringly and tilts it upward to look at him.."Alley, I think you'll be just fine for what I have in mind.."he says softly to her.."but please, dont feel as if you have to lower your eyes for me."It was all he could do not to take her there & then...she would make a perfect mate/mother for his children. He decided that he would breed her, but first he was curious as to how subservient he could get her to go.."You can start whenever you like, Alley. I'll show you to your room if you're ready to move in..oh and I can show you what your duties will be after you get changed and settled in. Please come with me." With this he led her to an upstairs bedroom, complete with a four-poster bed and large closet.. feeling ill at ease as he aproaches her and she see's that he is extremly turned on she blinks several times and turns a delicate shade of pink as she raises her eyes to meet his. smiling hestantly she nods. " uhm ok" she gets up and follows him to what is to be her room.stund she stands in the middle of the room and turns in curcles." its magnifacent.. ive never seen anything so lovely" she says in a hushed voice. as if she is in a church instead of a lovely bedroom." i have my things in the trunk of my car. i can get them and bring them up now. did you have a uniform that you wanted me to wear or are my own clothes ok?"she wasn't sure what she expected but this sure wasn't it. she thought to herself as she looks around the room again. Max looked at her and said" If you will give me your keys, I'll get your things and bring them up to you here, and yes, you DO have a uniform that you need to wear". He strode over to the closet and opened it, taking out an outfit on a a hanger and handing it to her: a French maid's outfit, complete with short skirt, black stockings and frills.."Please put this on. You'll find some heels to match in there as well", he almost laughed at her expression as she blushed uncontrollably, his arousal was near-uncontrollable at this point."When you're through changing, I need you to report to me downstairs for inspection, Alley."And with that he left her alone in the room..and her new outfit. She takes the uniform from him and watches as he leaves the room." report for inspection? whats to inspect there is nothing here." she mumbles under her breath as she silently closes the door to her room.laying the scandlouse outfit on the end of the bed she strips from her own clothes and folding them she places them on the end of the bed in a neat pile.picking up the "uniform" she pulls on the mini dress and white apron. the black thongs fit perfectly. sitting on the end of the bed she pulls on the thigh high silky black pantyhose and places the garter around her left thigh.going to the closet she steps into the 7 inch spiked black heels and going to the mirror over her dresser she places her hair into a french braid and pulls little hairs down on eithor side of her face before placing the white cap on her head.feeling more exposed than covered and looking like she was going to star in one of those nasty porn movies her ex used to watch all the time instead of like she was a house keeper about to start her first day she sighs and turns to leave the room wishing for all the world that she could put on some sweats and a jacket. it was chillie in the house and she could feel her body reacting to the cold as most wemons would.. her nipples grew hard and she broke out in lil goose bumps.going down the stairs moving carefully as she took one step at a time. she walks into the living room and hesitates there before clearing her throat." um sir.. you where going to tell me about my duties?" Oh, Alley, you certainly do that uniform justice", Max says with just a hint of lust in his voice."Please come here and turn around for me so that I can fully appreciate my new "employee", he intones quietly.He continued, "Besides keeping the house clean, you will have other duties to earn bonuses as I deem necessary, Alley. I trust that you will keep the outfit on as I instruct..oh, and for your bedclothes, there is another closet at the end of the hall upstairs. I would like you to familiarize yourself with the outfits you find there as well. You may wear them in no particular order. I like surprises and you seem to be a girl of good taste. If they dont fit you, we will get you something that will." He was trying to dsicern her thoughts at this point..but as she was almost crimson from blushing he thought he already knew."Alley, I need to ask you this so please dont be offended...are you a virgin or have you had many lovers?"The air in the room became pregnant with the pause.. completely shocked stupid for a good two minutes she stood there with her mouth slightly ajar." wait wha..why..i...why does what i wear to bed matter to you.. what does it have to do with my job as a house keeper and i don't see where my sex life comes into this at all. that is a very personal and inapropriate question to ask an emplyee."completely shocked and confused and totally bewildered by all of this she crosses her arms over her stomach and looks him in the eyes.a shiver runs up her spine at the look he is giving her. as if he where the big bad wolf and she was little red riding hood and he was ready for one heck of a meal.swollowing she waits for him to answer her.but not sure she really wants to hear his explanations. Max roses to his feet and came to stand directly in front of her, towering over her petite form even with her high heels. He looked down at her lovely eyes, she gave off the "deer in the headlights" look and he decided he would answer her directly as to show her that he meant business."Well, Alley, it's only fair that I should answer you in the order of which you asked your questions: your bedclothes will serve to make it easier for me to enjoy your wares, as for what it has to do with your job as a housekeeper,well it also involves you being the lady of the house and as such, you need to tend to the man of the house's needs. That brings us to your last question, I wanted to know how experienced you are in pleasing a man and just how much effort it's going to take to get you into line with my way of thinking."He looked at her beautiful face and said, "It's up to you, Alley. If you want this job, you will abide by these conditions that I'm setting down for you..otherwise you can leave now"Max saw something in her eyes as he said these words, what was it? Was it excitement at being humiliated or was he misreading this girl? confused and unsure of what to say she takes several steps back from him.what he was saying was posotively outrageous but what choice did she have at this point? she had moved out of her apartment and her room mate had already found a replacement to take her room. her ex was still actively searching for her , her parents had passed away in a plane crash and she had no other family.there was no choices left to her. she would have to hold on to her position here no matter how much she disliked the idea of what he was suggesting to her.noding slowly feeling overwhelmed and alone she looks away from him. ashamed and scared of what the future in his employment would mean to her."virgin" she mumbles as she holds herself all the tighter wishing for the world that her parents where still alive and she could run home to something reasembling a safe harber in her life.she could feel tears burning behind her eyes and blinked them away before they fell. "Excellent!" Max said to Alley, noticing her obvious discomfort he continued" now, I'm assuming that you will stay as you havent voiced any further objections." Now, I need your car keys so that I can take in your bags. Oh and Alley, you may start your duties by tending to our fireplace. Please put some kindling in it so we can take the chill from the house". He retrieved her car keys from her and went out to get her belongings, making sure to do it quickly so he could watch her pert, round ass in her panties as she stoked the fire..He watched her lustfully from the doorway..unbeknownst to her and wondered what she was feeling at that moment..was it acceptance of her situation or was it rage? noding she hands max her car keys and moves to the fire place as he moves to leave the room.kneeling down she carefully places tender into the fire place. the skirt of her uniform coming up over her bottom as she leans over. feeling more than just ashamed she trys to pull the dress down over her bottom but with no luck.standing she waits for max to return with her bags from the car and wonders if she will ever be able to wear her own much more comftorable and concealing clothing again while working here.so lost in her thoughts she didn't see him coming in until the sound of the bags being placed on the floor nearly made her jump out of her skin. Seeing her like this, Max knows she certainly has a submissive streak within her..he decides toplace her to the test. " That's a good job you've done with stoking THAT fire, now let's see if you can stoke mine as well.." he growls,"come here".He motions her to come & stand in front of him.."Now, Alley, I need you to display yourself for me in your cute little maid's outfit. Pose for me like a good girl."Seeing the disbelief on her face, he changes the tone of his voice to a hard command: "DO IT FOR ME RIGHT NOW!" Jumping at the sound of his voice she starts to back away from him and catches herself. going slowly she moves infront of him. standing with her hands at her side and completely unsure of what to do." i...i dont know what you want me to do" she says in a small hesatant voice.looking up at him with large rounded eyes and a face even more pale than it had been a few moments before. he can clearly see her anxiaty written all over her face. Max looks at her and sees her eyes full of uncertainty, he puts his arms around her and pulls her toward him..and kisses her full on her lips, firmly but not forcefully. His hands are busy, one stroking her face, the other roaming down to her ass..where he grabs her asscheek and palms it in his hand.Removing his mouth from hers for a second he says" Now you start you training, Alley.." and slides his lips back over hers... going into his arms she leans against him slightly her hands resting against his chest as his lips cover hers. not sure if she should kiss him back or not she stands still and lets him kiss her while his hands move over her caressing her back side and her face.feeling an odd tingling sinsation where ever his hands stroke she shifts from one foot to the other and when he kisses her again she kisses him back.she agreed to work for him and he was very blunt in what he expected.she had never shirked her duties before and she wouldn't start now. she had agreed to take the job so she would give it her all.hesatantly she lets her lips part just slightly as they kiss. inviting him to deepen the kiss if he so wished to. He feels her open up ever so slightly, but yet invitingly. He kisses her deeply now, tasting the freshness of her mouth..it's been a while for him so he savors her. He shifts both hands to caress her wonderful ass and pulls her to him. At the same time, he has now got an erection that feels painfully hard and monstrous as it bulges against his pants. He is certain that Alley can feel it, it's heat searing through his pants and now against her.Max can feel his animal need arising, her warmth, her smell. her mouth..all combined to arouse him and he wants her to feel his cock against her. He needs her to know that she is here for his need and he desires her at this moment. It is a simple equation to him: male plus female equals mating. nothing more, nothing less. He speculates on if she knows this as well right this moment."Alley, you are just what I needed right now,"he whispers in her ear and then kisses her neck," I hope you are feeling what I'm feeling, it will make things a lot easier." she whimpers softly against his shoulder. " tingly" she says in a soft husky voice. " i feel tingly all over" and she wiggles against him. feeling him hard and huge against her belly. she has an insatable and completely forien need to get closer to him.never in her life has she felt this way before. Not even with her ex who surely tryed very hard to get her to feel anything at all where she would break down and agree to let him have sex with her. but she never did not in the whole 3 monthes they lived togethor in his rinky dink apartment." what am i supposed to do?" she asks as she presses her face against his shoulder completely shocked and emberassed by the emotions running rampant in her body. "well, Alley", whispers in her ear softly, " I would like you to go up to my bedroom, across from yours and prepare it..you see the most important part of your job is to be my permanent bed warmer".. He stares into her eyes, and says" I think you need this"..I want you to go upstairs to that cabinet with the lingerie, put on what you find in there that makes you feel most comfortable and and prepare my bed like I asked".He pulls her close once more, this time taking her breath away with a French kiss..and using his hands picks her up off of the floor as he does so, briefly. Letting her feel his masculinity and grinding his erection into her belly, he slowly places her back down."Now, Alley go ahead and do what you're told.." he releases her from his grip and says" I know you want to please your master, dont you?" as he sets her back down her face feels hot but she nods and looks up at him."ye..yes sir." and she darts up the stairs and to the cuboard with the nigties for her to wear.looking through them she pulls out a black teddy with baby pink ruibbons running through it and a matching garter to put around her thigh.going to his room she removes her uniform and puts the teddy on. the material is nearly see through but looks flattering on her slender body.the thong slides into place easily. and matches the teddy perfetly.lifting her leg she slides the black and pink garter around her upper thigh and then picks up her uniform and folding it she places it on a chair by the door along with her shoes and her thigh highs.going to his massive bed she steps up to the side and reaching over she pulls the comfoter blankets and sheet back then she crawls up onto the huge matress and folds the rest of the bedding back before sliping beneath it.not sure what to do next she lays there and waits for max with her heart beating so hard she can hear it in her ears. Max enters the room and sees this young vision of loveliness awaiting him beneath his sheets..Alley looks like any red-blooded man's erotic dream come true. He comes over to the bed, stripping down naked before standing next to it. His big, burly form is almost bristling with the anticipation of taking Alley. His cock is standing straight up, hard & throbbing, the purplish head straining against the skin like it would burst..obviously in need of release. He climbs onto the bed pulling back the covers and says "You look beautiful Ally, I need to see you in all of your glory".Max leans over her kissing her once more and then says, "you're as eager as I am arent you, you lusty little thing?" He touches her face and then says, " Are you ready for us to become one, Alley? Why dont you show your master just how much you appreciate him?" and with that Max is kneeling over her, wanting to see just how she'll respond to this invitation. as he kneels over her she knows what he wants this time. joe had asked her to do this for him repeatedly and she had always refused. this time refusal was the furthest thing from her mind.reaching up she gently ran her finger tips over the hard yet soft head of his cock.Max is absolutely massive when compared to joe she thinks as she leans up and hesatently runs the tip of her tongue over the purplish end of his cock. tasting him as she lets her tongue move along his length. usure if she is even doing this correctly or not.she looks up at as she takes the tip in her mouth and very gently begins to suck on it as she runs her tongue over and around it. Max groans with pleasure as she tentatively sucks and tongues the tip of his cock.."Oh God, Alley, that's so fucking good," he moans. In repsonse to her gentle sucking, the big head twitches and throbs in her mouth..Max reaches down and strokes her face appreciatively and whispers "please dont stop, baby.."He knows this is her first time but even without the experience, her eagerness to please him is doing wonders..she's learning VERY fast. It wont be long before I can have her hooked on this, and she'll be mine, he thinks.."C'mon, honey, show me how much you want this.." Max whispered. "I knew you'd like it." never taking her eyes off of him she slowly takes more of him into her mouth.she can feel him pressing into the back of her throat and she closes it off to him blocking his way with the back of her tongue as she closes her eyes.she moves her mouth up and down half of his cock. taking it in as far as she thinks she can she reaches up and wraps her small hand around the other half and begins to stroke him in time with her mouth. He looks down at her lustfully and loves the sight of her going down on his cock and using her tiny hand to stroke him as well..he cant help but give her words of filthy encouragement:" Oh Alley, that's it! Dont fucking stop..just like that...stroke it, your mouth is so warm and wet..you're such a dirty little girl arent you? You like sucking on my big cock, huh? I'll bet you've always wanted a big dick like this in your naughty little mouth, but were afraid to ask for it. Keep sucking it."He knew right then that he was at her mercy, she really was a fast learner..he had to concentrate, however. As much as he wanted to come in her mouth, he had other plans for his pent-up load.."Do you like being my little slut, Alley?" he breathed as he watched her suck him off.. looking up at him she took her mouth off his cock for the briefest of moments before taking him back in her mouth and moaning around him. closing her eyes she wraps her lips firmly around him and sucks more energeticly as she takes him a little deeper into her mouth.funny thing was if any other man had said the things he was saying to her she would have slaped them in the face ..if not worse. but coming from max it was more of a turn on than a turn off. she enjoyed hearing him talk dirty to her. it made her want to try even harder to please him. "Fuck", he cried.."that's so fucking fantastic, Alley.."..he was trying to remain composed..she was really working him, this was one of the best blowjobs he had ever had. This little filly was certainly turning out to be something else. She was on the verge of making him come and come hard. It had been weeks since he had last got off and he knew it would be a very big load.He decided to let her know: "Baby, you're going to make me fucking come soon the way your'e going..unless you slow down and suck on my balls or something..I just want you to know because it's going to be a big load and I dont want you to be taken by surprise..it's up to you, if you stop now, I'll put it to good use somewhere else."In the back of his mind, he didnt care at this point what she chose, he knew he would win whatever the outcome was to be. moaning softly around his cock she slowly sliped her lips off of him and licked the tip a few times before moving lower and licking maz's large balls.taking one in her mouth she gently sucked on it and then moved to the other .alternating between licking and sucking on them.she could feel that she was extreamly wet. her juices flowing down onto the sheet beneath her. whimpering she continues to try her hardest to please.willing at this point to do anything for him at the mearest suggestion from him. Her warm wet mouth felt like heaven to him as she sucked his balls..trying his hardest to keep concentration, Max sliid his hand down inside her panties and began gently rubbing her slick, wet pussy with his fingers..God, she was HOT and as he slipped a finger inside, her could feel the resistance, the tightness..she wasnt kidding about the virgin thing..but her body told him that she wasnt going to stay that way for long."Alley, do you want my cum in your mouth or in your fresh little pussy?" he asked. "I know you need a good fucking so I can give you that as well as a mouthful of cum if you want to try it for the first time..you're such a hot little whore that I want to give it to you in all your holes..""I want to hear you, you sweet little bitch..tell me what you want." Max growled in a low sexy voice at her."Just know that one way or another my cum is going to fill your belly before this is over", he continued..Looking down at her sweet little face while she sucked on his big balls, he wondered if she were hungry to eat his cum.. pulling away from him so that she could look up into his face she smiles sweetly."where ever you want to is ok with me" she says huskily to him.her eyes going back to the ingorged cock in front of her face leaning foward slightly she sticks her tongue out and slowly licks up the long length.her eyes still locked on his as she sighs contentedly and begins to suck and lick his heavey balls again while she waits for him to decide what to do next.Using her hands she slowly explores his chest . lower back and his ass. gently grazing her little nails over his felsh. Max cant believe how amorous Alley had gotten..the feel of her running her hands all over him made his cock grow even stiffer and hotter..he knew he was near to release..Alley's talented mouth was just so fucking good. As she sucked on his balls, Max took his cock and rubbed it over her adoring face..he took care to rub the purple mushroom head over her lips and then pushed it gently into her mouth once more..the feeling was incredible.His knees almost buckled as he began to gently pump himself into her mouth, he gasped "Please suck me, Alley..I need to come..you are such a wondeful little bitch..I want you to make this cock your own. I want you to crave it so it's all you can think of.." Moaning softly around the tip of Max's cock she begins to suck upon him as he asks her. Making sure her sharp little teeth are kept from his sinsative flesh as he pumps in and out of her mouth. Her lips wraps around his cock Alley sucks a little more vigerousely on him as he talks to her.Using her tongue to caress the under side of his cock as it moves in and out between her lips.Her hands caressing his thighs and ass , her nails gently teasing the flesh of his ass.Alley never thought she would enjoy doing this for any more , But Max was like no man she had ever met in her entire young life. She was enjoying him being in controll and talking to her so dirty in his husky sexy voice.Moaning around his cock she presses her lips further down his shaft taking him in further than she had before but pulls away when she starts to gag on his cock in the back of her throat. Looking up at him she continues to suck on him as he pumps in and out of her mouth. "That's it, baby..", Max hissed, "just like that. Suck on my tip like you did before, you beautiful little cocksucker... Just seeing her looking up at him worshipfully with a mouthful of his cock and hanging on to his ass, was like a shot of adreneline. He put his hand gently behind her head and urged her to suck him harder.He knew that she like the dirty things he was saying to her as she moaned and sucked him harder & faster as he uttered obscene words of encouragement. "Alley, that's it..dont stop. I want to come in your mouth, baby..show me how much you want to eat my hot cum..c'mom baby, milk it out of me"..Max knew that as pent up as he was, he would have enough to fuck her afterwards, right now he wanted her to be drunk off of his cum.. Whimpering softly Alley uses one of her hands to stroke his cock as she begins to vigorousely suck on his cock paying special attention to the tip licking and kissing up as she sucks on it. Her hand and mouth working together to please him.Her other hand sneaks down and begins to caress and play with his balls as she sucks happily on his cock. she could feel a pool of moisture between her thighs soaking the sheet beneath her. Her body seemed to be vibrating with the desire she was feeling for Max.looking up at him she pleads with her eyes and whimpers " please"in a soft pleading voice. Her voice softly pleading to him is almost too much for him to stand and he has to hold off erupting in her mouth at that moment..he slides his cockhead past her lovely lips once more and fucks her mouth determinedly with his painfully engorged dick.."It's soooo fucking good, Alley, I cant stand it much longer..I need to come so fucking bad." Max moans thrusting his cock obscenely between her lips.."almost there, honey. Here it comes.."He sees stars as the first thick spurt of sperm blasts out of his cock spraying Alley's roof of her mouth with it.."Oh my God!..." is all Max manages as the hot, thick cum begins to shoot out into Alley's waiting mouth..."Fucking take it, Alley! Eat my cum, bitch!" Max gasps as he empties his balls inside her mouth.. At the first thick jet of cum Alley begins swallowing feeling the warm salty cum sliding down her throat , there is so much that she can't keep up and some of his hot cum drizzles out onto her chin as she trys desperately to slurp it up as it fills her mouth. she looks up at him with adoration in her eyes as she opens her mouth wider like a little bird waiting to be fed.When he stops she licks her lips and then leans forward and begins licking his still hard dick clean. using her little pink tongue all over his dick before she takes him back into her mouth and sucks on him a few more times.when she is satisfyed that she has suitably licked him clean she looks up at him and smiles sweetly at him.Her hands continue to sweep over his body, still enjoying the feel of him beneath her palms." did i do it right?" she asks softly , feeling a little self conchess as she sits infront of him with his dick still hard as ever infront of her face. the tip nearly touching her lips as she speaks to him. Her question roused him from the dazed & ecstatic state he was in from her wonderful tongue and mouth.."Oh yes, Alley! You were perfect! I havent come like that in ages and I cant believe you swallowed all of that cum..I know there was so much, I was afraid it would choke you at first, but you took it all..I loved seeing it spurt onto your tongue while you gulped it down..that's true togetherness."He shakes his hard dong in front of her face to tease and tantalize her more and says "Looks like you've found another thing to add to your list of achievements, baby. So tell me, Alley, did you enjoy servicing your master like that?" As he says these last words, he pushes his big prick mere inches from her face again.. Alley's eyes follow the waving path of his cock in front of her face and she smiles and nods." yes i did... i didn't think that i would but i truelly enjoyed that."draging her eyes from his dick she looks up at him and smiles brightly at him.leaning forward she wraps her arms around his waist and lays her cheek against his tummy pressing his cock against her neck and cheek as she hugs him." i think im going to be very pleased to work for you Mister Max." she giggles and looks up at him again before turning her face and licking the tip of his dick again. "I'm glad you approve our relationship, Alley", Max said as his cock twitched in response to the warmth of Alley's form pressing against it..it was still a bit sensitive after that huge release..but it was obviously eager for more. She was going to be a very adept pupil as she caught on to sex fast..it obviously came naturally to her. All the better thought Max."Your primary job will be to service me as much as possible so I'm glad you're getting well-acquainted with the tool that you will be using most, " he chuckled as he guided her head back down onto his rising prick.."mmmmmmm..that's my girl. Get it nice & hard so we can continue your duties.." giggling suacily she takes his cock in her small hand and wraps her lips around it licking and sucking her way down it's length. leting her lips move up and down his length several times as she uses her hand to stroke him at the same time.She moves on from his cock and licks and sucks on his large balls as she continues stroking his dick with her hand." i think i will enjoy working with this." she sucks loudly on the tip of his dick before finishing." tool most of all " she finishes before taking him back into her mouth.She couldn't beleive she had even for a moment wanted to run from this man. The things he was teaching her,making her feel, where nothing short of amazing and she wanted more. For nothing mattered more to her in this moment than pleasing Max. Max couldnt believe how good this was, seeing his shaft disappearing once again inside Alley's talented mouth as she sucked him. He stroked her hair as she mastered his cock again. "You're becoming very skilled at using that tool, Alley. I think you've won it permanantly.."He gasped in pleasure from her mouth on him.."now we're going to show you what other uses that tool has in regard to your work."He gently pulled her mouth from his cock so he could kiss her, as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, he could taste the tang of his sperm from there..he had shot so much of it in her mouth and she's swallowed every drop possible. the thought made him moan into her mouth as they kissed..Breaking off the kiss, he told her: "Pump that dick for me. I'm going to take your virginity with it next.." His tongue in her mouth as he kissed and tasted of her and him took her breath away and made her a little dizzy.Clinging to him with her hands on his hips she whimpers when he breaks the kiss and looks up at him.Her eyes having gone dark with passion as she smiles and taking him in her hand she begins to stroke his dick vigerousely as she takes the tip into her mouth again she enjoys having him in her mouth and savers every inch of his dick she can fit into her mouth. using her tongue to tease and tempt him further as she moves her head up and down his cock in time with her hand.Wanting nothing more than to make him as hard as possible and pleasing him in any way he wants. She licks,sucks, and uses her hands on his dick and balls. loving the moans she elisits from him with the slightest movement. "God, Alley, that's fucking wonderful...you've really taken to my cock, havent you, girl?" Max whispered throatily as she jerked & sucked him to another painfully stiff erection. "I think you're trying to drain all my ball juice so I dont get the chance to put it up your virgin pussy where it belongs..I'm going to get you skilled at using all of your holes to please me..after all, you want to be the best at your job that you can, dont you?", Max asked."Tell me, are you using any birth control these days?", he said as she sucked him erect.. looking up at him , her head tilted back exposing her slender white neck she smiles." i want to please you" and blushes." birth controll? no i never needed it. i wasn't planning on having sex for awhile yet." she says shyly as she lowers her eyes to look down at the bed between them." i can go to the wemons clinic tomarrow and get that 5 year shot.that way we wont have to worrie" she says softly. her head down so far her chin is nearly resting on her heaving chest. "well, that might not work for what I have in mind for you later, Alley." Max said, "you see, I want you to have my baby and the only way I can accomplish that is if I'm pumping you full of my sperm on a regular basis".He lifted her face to look at him to see how shocked she would be.. Shocked does not begin to discribe what she was feeling. Completely flabergasted she looks at him with her mouth practicly hanging open.." IM TO YOUNG!" she sqweeks in a high voice backing away from him.The thought of having a baby at her age was more than just scarey it was the stuff of her nightmares. She hadn't had the chance to really experiance life, there where so many things she wanted to do before having kids.And this was a job.. what happens if he fires her or she decides to leave.. she couldn't leave her child here and let it think she had abandend it.A myrid of emotions played across her face upper most was confusion and terror at the idea. "Oh, Alley, I'm sorry you feel that way. Maybe after some more of my cock, you will change your mind?" He didnt wanted to chase her away and ruin his chances completely.."do you still want to stay here and be my housekeeper? I think we've got along just fine so far, dont you".He reached over to her and began caressing her face, then pulled her close to kiss her mouth..sliding his tongue into her mouth and Frenching her. He could feel her starting to respond to his advances again.Releasing her he said quietly, "Does this mean that you dont want anymore of this, baby?" Speaking these words, he shook his throbbing cock at her..it had swollen again and it's head had become angry & purple once more. Sucking in a sharp breath as she looks at the engorged tip of his dick she raises her eyes to him. " i do" she says reaching for him. Wraping her hand around his impressive cock she strokes him slowly." i want to stay.. to be with you here. i don't want to leave" she says in a small voice almost pleading with him as she tells him she doesn't want to have to leave. "then stay as long as you want, Alley..share my bed. Be my whore". He kisses her as she strokes his cock again, " ake that tool, it belongs to you and show me what you want to do with it, baby, " Max says lustily as she slowly jerks him. He knows that it will only be a matter of time before she begs him to give her a baby.."I'm all yours, Alley. Now what are you going to do about it?" he asked in a low growl and looked deeply into her eyes. Leaning forward she did the only thing she thought she knew how to do with this particular tool. she begins to stroke it lovingly while running her tongue up and down its length." i....i don't know what else to do " she says looking up at him, emberassed that she didn't know what else to do to please him other than what he had already had her doing.taking the tip of his cock into her mouth she wraps her pink lips around him and slowly lets her mouth decend on him taking him deep into her mouth while looking up at him. hoping that she is pleasing him as much now as she had before. His cock responded automatically to her touch and mouth..swelling and heating up as she sucks his organ..Max had an idea: he gently pulled her off of his throbbing cock and looked her in the eye. "Baby, pull down your panties and get up on the bed on all-fours.." he whispered. "We're going to try something that you'll REALLY LIKE!And with that, he pushed her down slowly onto the bed.. moving slowly she slips her thumbs under the strings on her hips and slips her panties off. leaning forward she gets on her hands and knee's her thigs just barely parted as she looks back at him over her shoulder.She could see that he was kneeling behind her but what he was planning she had no idea. " like this?" she asks as she try's to figure out what he is going to do behind her.She isn't affriad of him or what he is going to do. She trusts him which is truely odd. She rarely ever trusts anyone. But she just knows that he isn't going to do anything that is going to purposely hurt her. "Exactly like that, sexy girl!" Max said in a low voice. She looked so inviting with her ass up in the air like that, and seeing her peering over her shoulder at him made him even more aroused. He lowered his head and began tonguing her wet, hot pussy..She was so wet, her juices flowing freely from her cunt..he savored her scent before burying his face in her sopping pussy..licking her gently but intently..probing deep inside her with his tongue..licking her pretty pink folds and flicking her clit with his tongue, all the while finger-fucking her as well...Hearing her sounds of arousal getting ever louder and building in intensity, Max knew he had broken her completely..but there was still more..as she whimpered and moaned in pleasure, he began to rim her puckered asshole with his tongue and then began tongue-fucking her ass..He knew she would be shocked by this and probably by her own reaction to it.. when she first feels his tongue on her wet overly sinsative folds she stiffens and then she begins moaning and moving her hips slightly in a curcler motion becoming more and more wet with every flick of his tongue.She lowers her head to the mattress and moans louder, spreading her thighs further apart and pressing back against his face and finger as he begins to slide his finger in and out of her." oh my god " she says in a thick voiceBurrying her face in the matress and sheets beneath her she bites down on them moaning loudly she can feel her pussy sqweezing around his finger as it moves inside her.when she feels his tongue move up to play over and around her tight ass she sqweels and jumps only to force herself to relax and enjoy what he was doing to her.His tongue thrusting in and out of her ass in time with his finger moving inside her sopping wet pussy makes her scream as she is taken by her first orgasm.her entire body tensing. her pussy sends a flood of juices down her thighs and onto the bed inder her as she presses back against him." oh.. oh .. what.. oh gawd.." she screams over and over as tremors rack her body. " oh max" she whimpers as she grips the bedding in tight fists over her head. As she climaxed, Max got a nice mouthful of her cunt juices as he felt her pussy spasming, he quickly moved his mouth from her asshole down to her steaming cunt to lap up all that hot nectar she was producing..Hearing her call his name, he knew she was his now: body & soul. He had more to teach her though.. he kept fingering her cunt and shoved his tongue back up her tight ass once more. he could feel the tightening clutch of her pussy, the walls trying to suck his fingers in and keep them there. Her hips were moving against him, trying to get him in deeper."You really liked that didnt you, honey," he said in between eating her ass and now alternating between her ass and pussy. He going to make her so delirious with pleasure, she would beg for anything. "I felt that hard orgasm from you,".."that's only the first".With that he resumed eating her cunt and ass..fingering her cunt and getting it wet with her own juices..then he gently slipped a finger inside her impossibly tight asshole and began to probe it gingerly..in & out.. back and forth..licking her cunt while he did so..'I want you to come for me again, my little bitch", Max said in between licks. By the time he begins fingering her asshole she is practicly purring for him. pressing back against him. her body covered in a fine sheen of percperation." oh god" she wimpers repeatedly as she pushes herself back against his finger moving in and out of her ass." i love it" she crys out breathlessly as her body begins to spasm again. she presses her pussy against his mouth and begins begging him as she rotates her hips. " god pleease please" she whimpers as her thighs beging to shake.the walls of her pussy growing ever tight as she floods his face with a large amount of her juices." max max oh god" she screams loudly " i cant oh god"she wants more so much more her body craves his . it was nothing she had ever felt before. as if she would die at that very moment and fly to heaven.it was amazing. Her sounds of passion made his dick harder than it had been in ages..even after her ball-draining blowjob of the past hour. He needed to feel her from the inside..eating her cunt, fingering her ass and stroking his own cock..the heat was incredible.She was quivering from his attention and grinding back towards him..there was only one way left that this could go: he had to fuck her.Max gently spanked her ass and then said, "Alley, I need you to tell me what you want most right now.." The air was heavy with the smell of sexual acts and the promise of things to come.. oohing at the smack on her ass she wiggles her bottom."you.. you max" she wimpers out loud so that he can hear her." all of you" she presses herself back and wiggles again desperately wanting more." oh god please max" she crys out in a frustration she doesn't completely understand. only knowing there is more to this. and she wants it desperately." give me your cock max.. please"she finally says. she reaches behind her to caress max where ever she can reach him. Alley's hands manage to touch his thighs and balls lightly as he rises up and begins to mount her..this is it. She has asked to be fucked at last. And he would see that she got her desire..Suddenly, he turns her over on her back.."Your first time should be face to face, honey.", he says as he climbs on top of her, spreading her legs. As he lines his cock up with her pussy, Max told her" It might hurt a bit a first, Alley, til we get in a rhythm, then you'll love it. I'll go easy because you're so fucking tight..""Ready? Here we go.." and with this he kisses her deeply and begins sliding his big dong inside her tight virgin cunt..there is SO much pressure as he nudges her hymen with his cockhead, at first it doesnt seem like it will fit, Max tells her" Breathe deep baby, it's almost there..you can take me inside you, I know you can." He can hear her whimpering and moaning and then, his cock breaks her cherry and slides in deeply..he's sheathed in her soaking cunt..the clutch of it is so tight. TIghter than anything he's known.."Fuck, Alley, that's so damn tight...God it's so good..I love it baby. You did it. You took me inside you..,he gasped. Giving her a moment to adjust to his girth inside of her, he then starts slowly pumping in & out of her sopping cunt.. As he presses into her pussy she feels herself stretching around him opening to admit it inside of her. the feeling was pleasurable until he came into contact with her hymen.As he thrusts into her pain so intense she wants to scream and push him away wracks through her body but she holds very still. tears in her eyes as she sqweezes them shut tightly. slowly the pain begins to subside. and when he begins to move she feels the pleasure returning. a feeling so much more wonderfull than she has ever felt before.grasping his upper arms she spreads her legs further apart and looks up at him. her tears drying on the sides of her temples.she begins to breath heavely and wiggles her hips lifting them just slightly off the bed. finally she begins to move with him thrusting herself up to meet him." you make me feel so full " she says looking up at him and licking her lips.slowly her pleasure intensafies and her hold on him tightens as she begins to moan and wimper beneath him. moving her head back and forth as she keeps pace with his thrusting movements. They get into a mating rhythm..thrusting and pumping in time with each other's movements..he is enjoying her tightness, although, now he's sliding easily in and out of her violated cunt with each thrust, sheathing himself in her up to his big balls. He's kissing her mouth over and over, moaning as he pumps himself into her. He feels her clutching him tightly, hanging on as he drives his cock into her..her first fuck."Oh God, Alley.. it feels so good...hold on..I dont want to ever stop..fuck me back, baby", he cries as he pistons in & out of her.. " oh yes yes yes max yes" she moans loudly .lifting her legs high on eithor side of him. she reaches down and grasps his ass with both hands. her own body moving in time with his as she nips at his neck before licking it." fuck me harder max.. i love it." she crys as her body begins to shake and her pussy grasps tightly at his pistoning cock. " max!" she crys out as she raises her hips up off of the bed a good foot. Max fucks her wildly now, giving her the fucking she needs..he puts her legs up over his shoulders and then begins ramming her deeply, his cock sliding in & out of her tight cunt..each stroke bringing more of her cunt juice forth..soaking them both.."I want to come so bad, baby.." Max moans to her. "You're so fucking tight, it's going to make me come.. I want to shoot my cum in your cunt.." "Please baby..."He kisses her hard and listens to her.. his words send her over the edge and arching her back she screams " yessss" her pussy growing extremely tight around his cock milking his dick as if a fist and closed around it. her own juices flowing rapidly as she shakes and moans beneath him. " oh god oh god max yes come inside me oh god max" His pace quickens to a frantic pumping and then between hearing her words of encouragement at last and the milking sensation of her virgin cunt, he cant hold out any longer..with her screaming to come inside her, he lets go..With a animal growl he thrusts one last time, stiffens and starts spurting shot after shot of hot cum into her womb...it feels like he cant stop shooting and then he's all liquid and the tension changes to relief as he sprays the last of his load inside her tight clutch..all he can hear is hear screaming and moaning and talking dirty in his ears.. The feeling of his cum hot and thick shooting into her sends her into the abyss. she looses controll and raises her hips even higher up tilting her pelvis to take him deeper into her.When she finally comes back to earth and becomes aware of herself again she sighs tiredly feeling to tired to move even an inch. slowly she raises her eyes to look at him a tired shy smile on her lips." amazing" she says in a hourse voice. slowly she slips her legs from over his shoulders and lets them fall to the bed on eithor side of him. Max pulls her atop of him so that she's lying draped over him..he kisses her hard and can feel their wetness soaking them as she is on him..he strokes her face..and looks into her eyes..he asks her" So are you all right, baby? Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" sighing she tilts her head and looks at him smiling." it hurt alot at first but then when you started moving it felt so amazing."blushing she hides her face against his chest." i loved what we did.it was the most magical moment in my life"she peeks up at him from beneath her lashes her face scarlet. "And now you are complete," Max laughed. "You've been deflowered, and taken my cock twice in an hour and managed two big loads..".."You realize that all my sperm is now inside of you, Alley". He stroked her face again and kissed her.." So how do you feel about that?" kissing him back she smiles at him tiredly. " pretty good actually. both times it felt amazing. when can we do it again?" she asks coyly even though it was obviouse that she was warn out. and she felt like she needed a shower in the worst way. "Well, we can get to it again as soon as you're ready. I've been so pent-up, I figure that I'm good for one more load.." he said matter-of-factly. He didnt question her about her possibly getting pregnant from this encounter, he actually wanted that."If you like, we can take a breather, get something to eat, take a shower together or we could skip it all and just get it on again right now", said Max. "Lady's choice".. giggling she kisses his lips and sits up slowly. aching in places she never even knew exsisted. " mmm how about the bath first and then we will see. "moving to the side of the bed she stands and whimpers as her knee's give out from under her. " oh" she sqweeks as she looks over to him. "That's only natural", he laughs" you've been well-fucked".., Max gets out of bed and picks her up off the floor carrying her to the bathroom. setting her down, he turns on the warm water."hope that's better ,baby", he says. Kissing her again, he asks,"So what will it be, bath or shower?"He looks at her and savors the well-fucked look she has and the glow from taking his cum...He wants her again..but it will be up to her.. smiling up at him she looks at his face and then down to his cock." eithor or as long as your going to be in it with me both sound heavenly to me."reaching out she runs her finger tips down his chest. enjoying the site of him naked infront of her. At her light touch, his cock starts to swell with blood again.."She's got a way of arousing me, that's for sure", Max mused.."I've got an idea..have you ever thought about sex in the shower, Alley.." he asked her simply."I've always wanted to be sucked off under the shower spray.." He said this hoping she would notice that his big dick was starting to bob to life again in front of her..Turning on the shower, he took her hand and helped her in.. She way to aware of his cock springing back to life infront of her and as he takes her hand and leads her into the warm shower she steps under the spray letting it soak her hair and run down her body.Taking a bar of soap she turns to face him and steps to the side so that the spray of the shower is hitting him in the chest.giggling she soaps her hands and then runs them over his body enjoying the slipery wet feel of him beneath her palms.standing on her tip toes she kisses him on his lips her breasts gliding over his sliper soapy chest and her nipples harden. He loves the feeling of her so near, all wet and soapy like this..with her hands on him and her kissing him like that..his hands go to her breasts..soaping them tenderly as he moans into her mouth.His cock rises once more in response to her nearness..he takes one of her hands and wordlessly places it on his hardening prick..she will know what to do. looking up at him wickedly she licks her lips and wraps her soapy fingers around his hard dick.sqweezing him a little tighter than normally she lets her hand glide up and down his long thick shaft. running her thumb over the tip each time she reaches it.reaching down with her other hand she caress and plays with his large heavey balls. as she licks and nibbles on his collar bone shoulders and neck . He moans as she toys with him, and he flexes his cock so that it pulses in her hand..he wants her to feel it throb with his need, and so she knows what she does to him..He thrusts his hips almost involuntarily, eager to be serviced by her..her mouth on his neck makes his cock stand erect within her grasp. "I'm all yours, Alley." He gasps and looks at her with eyes of pure desire and need.. giggling she kneel's down and lets the showers spray was away the soap from his body. looking up at him as she grasps his cock and pulling it to her lips she flicks her tongue out running it over the tip." not as much mine as i am yours max" she says to himopening her mouth a little wider she takes the tip inside wraping her lips around it and teasingly sucking on it while flicking her tongue over and around it , using the tip to explore him again and again. letting it glide under the ridge of the head before sweeping up to dip into the hole in the center and then sweeping her lips down his length. "God, that's hot as fuck, Alley," Max cries out as she mouths his big prick again. He grunts in amimal pleasure as she goes down the length of his cock. "You give the best head I've ever had, baby, i cant get enough of your sweet mouth," he sighs..He grasps her head to encourage her.."Suck me.", he says with a lustful tone.. Moaning around his cock in her mouth she takes him in even further letting the thick head of his dick into the back of her throat but pulling away before she gags on him.Moving faster she licks and sucks his cock moving her lips up and down up and down up and down his shaft in rythem with her hand thats stroking him.releasing his dick she runs her lips and tongue down the underside of it following it to his balls as she vigerousely strokes him with her hand she sucks his balls into her mouth sucking on them and licking them as she looks up at him." mmmm you taste good Max" she says between licks. "Alley, that's wonderful..not only is your skill at giving head the best, but now you're learning to talk dirty as well..I love it." Max was amazed at how she had blossomed in just a few hours into this incredible little tramp."Please, honey..I love it when you suck on my balls.." pressing her mouth against his balls she licks every inch of them, leaving no place untouched by her little tongue. her hand coninues to stroke his cock. moving up and down his shaft repeatedly." i enjoy pleasing you " she says as she moves up to take him back into her mouth.she rapidly moves her mouth on his cock her tongue steadily tasting and exploring him as she worships his dick with her mouth lips and hands Her mouth is so fucking good that his eyes roll back in his head as she sucks him off..he thinks of how he just cannot imagine not fucking and sucking her now."Good girl", he whsipers and thrusts his prick into her mouth gently as his hands grasp her head, urging her onwards.."because you are pleasing me so fucking much right now.."Just as he says this, he realizes, "Christ, I've fallen for her. I've got to get her pregnant now.." moaning loudly around him as he gently thrusts into her she places her hands on his upper thighs and and presses him into her throat when she feels the urge to gag on him she fights it and presses on taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat until her nose is pressed to his belly.very slowly she pulls back letting her tangue dance over his dick as she pulls him out of her throat inch by inch refusing to give into her body's need to pull away and clear her air way. finally she is at the tip and taking him from between her lips she licks the bulbus head while she looks up at him."yummy" she says with a saucy look "That's SO fantastic, Alley..damn, where the fuck did you learn to do that this fast?", he moaned with pleasure..the sight of her inhaling his whole dick like that made his tool jump inside her mouth again."Keep on sucking on it, baby. I think I've got at least one more mouthful of of cream for you", Max said with lust dripping for his voice. "I knew I could get you hooked on my big cock and cream..after today you will want it anyway you can get it."He said this without sounding smug as he knew she was becoming addicted to his thick cock and the pleasures it gave her.. putting her hand over his behind her head she looks up at him. not wanting him to withdraw it. when she feels she has made her point clear she grabs his hips and begins swallowing his cock. beginning to enjoy the feel of him sliping down her throat as she swallows again and again. she likes that she can take all of him into her mouth.moving rapidly her lips glide up and down his raging hard on repeatedly as she licks sucks and swallows his dick over and over. Taking the cue from her hand, he began to fuck her mouth gently as she swallows his cock..pushing his hips forward to her lips making sure that his meat slid down her throat as much as she could take.."That's it", he rasped, "milk the cum out of my big cock, you hot fucking slut." moaning she looks up at him as his dick moves in and out of her mouth. reaching between his thighs she caresses his balls with one hand and moving her other to massage his ass.taking him all the way in she presses her face into his belly and looks up at him with her eyes as while he is deep in her throat she uses her tongue to caress him before slowly pulling away again" i love your cock max"licking the tip like a lolli pop she giggles. "Mmmmmm...spoken like a true slut, baby.." he chuckled, "but that's just fine because you'll be getting all of that cock that you need from now on." "I love being your all-day sucker pop, Alley. Worship that big dick like you need it to breathe.."As the warm water ran over them, Max continued fucking his new employee's sweet mouth..She would be his devoted cock-slave for certain..it was all happening even as they were going at it in the shower..he could see the gleem in her eyes when she swallowed and licked his prick & balls. She would always want this piece of meat, however, she could get it. And that was fine with Max.. smiling she begins to stroke his cock and licking the tip." i want your cum ... to taste it." she says between licks and then takes it into her mouth and vigerousely begins to suck him. using her lips mouth tongue and throat to milk his big dick as it slides in and out. 'That's it, baby..milk that jism out of me..keep jerking me like that..suck on my head..you know just what I like, Alley." Max was trying hard to keep his concentration but she was proving too much for him and he knew that it wouldnt be long before he blasted more of his seed down her throat."Tell me what you want my cum for, you hot fucking tramp.." Max breathed as he looked down at her staring up at him while she sucked him off. smiling she wiggles her eyes brows as she looks up at him.pulling his cock from her mouth she strokes him." what do i want it for? i want to taste it, lick it slurp it, i want to have it inside me , i want to have it on me. i want to bath in it. " she says in all honesty.licking her lips she returns to sucking his dick letting her tongue swirl and twirl around him as she takes him further and further in before pulling him almost all the way out again only to return to taking him back in to her mouth. With that admission, Max realizes he has turned her into a complete cock-slave..this was better than he could've hoped..she already worshipped his dick..now for the rest."I'm glad to hear you say that because I intend for you to be draining off my cum for a long time to come. You'll be well fed by my meaty friend..and in return, you will be satisfied on a constant basis."With her love for his cock, he could easily see her giving him several children, not just one. he smirked at this idea, it made him feel like a horny male animal..as a result, his dong throbbed in Alley's mouth."Suck that big prick, my little cum-slut.." he intoned. moaning she tilts slightly taking him in at a differant angle. feeling his thick head rubbing against the side of her mouth and going down her throat was a dizzying feeling.she was already so wildly wet and aching for him. reaching between her open thighs she begins to rub her swollen and sinsative clit.moaning loudly she reaches between his thighs and starts playing with his balls as she moves her mouth up and down his pulsating dick. He uses his hand on her head and guides her mouth down on his cock, moaning in delight as she strokes his balls.."That's it, just like that. Just like that, Alley..please DONT FUCKING STOP!!! I'm almost there..I've got a big load of sperm just for you..you better be careful though, you're getting drunk on my cum.." he said with a perverted tone..he couldnt last another moment if she did anything else to him now.. moaning she lets him push his dick all the way into her mouth. while he is down her troat she moves her head from side to side and begins to move back and forth. inadvertantly she presses one of her fingers against his asshole while massaging his balls and she looks up to see how he reacts to it. but never stops suckings his dick wanting his come more than anything at this moment she would do anything to get it. He groans in pleasure at the feeling of her finger against his asshole.."yes," he whispers at her as she looks up at him with her mouth full of his organ..he hopes she knows what he wants instinctively, rather than him saying it as he can barely speak from the pleasure of her sucking him.He knows right then that he's created a monster, she will drain him dry constantly..and all the better for it. He wonders for a brief second if she keeps draining his sperm so he wont try and impregnate her..then the pleasure of her mouth on him makes the thought pass as she works him more vigorously, trying with all her might and newfound skill to release his cum.. Taking Max's raging hard on all the way into her mouth and suckling on him she gently and slowly presses her finger tip against his asshole slowly pushing it in a little at a time.Truely loving the sounds of his panting and moaning as she pleasures him with her mouth and hands. loving the nasty things he was saying to her.she moans softly around his dick.moving her mouth up and down his lengthy cock as her tongue dances over his dick. she pushes her finger into his ass a little deeper.looking up at him she pulls her mouth off his dick and licks and strokes it." do you like it?" she asks huskily between licks.as she pushes her finger in a little deeper she feels a small rough spot inside his ass and pressing against tis she rubs it gently as she takes him back into her mouth. Max sighs with satisfactory groan and says "Alley, I fucking love that..it makes me wanna spurt all the harder with your finger there. Please, baby..keep going..""She's going to make me come til I pass out if she keeps that up.." Max thought..Good Lord this was some fantastic sex.."Alley, fuck..that's SO good..rub my prostrate, make me shoot for you..I wanna give you every drop of my cum..I need to give it all to you.." he moaned. moaning around his large dick she bobs her head up and down and pushes her finger in and out of his ass steadily running that special spot inside him.loving how she was making him moan.looking up at him watching him closely she takes his dick all the way in her mouth and swallows it pressing her nose into his belly as her finger steadily works his ass.she wants his come desperately . she loves the taste and feel of him and how he moans so sexily when she pleases him. reaching between her own spread thighs she rubs her throbing clit and moans long and loud around his dick. He can barely stand it..her face pressed against his groin, inhaling his cock, making him moan with pleasure. He knows that when he's like this, she's got the upper hand, he is trapped by pleasure and he is on the verge of begging her for release.The sensation is wonderful..the feeling of her finger probing his asshole is making his legs buckle as he throbs with obscene pleasure.."Baby, I beg you..I cant stand it anymore..make me come for you.." he pleads to her, his hands caressing her head. Taking her man (closed)pulling off his cock she looks up at him " yes fucking cum for me baby i want it so bad"stroking his dick as she takes him back into her mouth she begins vigerousely sucking his dick desperately trying to suck the cum from his balls. wanting it thick and hot in her mouth.moving the finger in his ass faster and a little harder as she rubs on his prostate." cum for me baby " she demands of him. With those words coming sexily from her, his cock spasms uncontrollably and begins to spurt and jump in her mouth..he keels like his soul is coming out as his life fluid shoots into her mouth and face..the groan that escapes his mouth is animal-like and he grabs her shoulders for support as he shoots out of control.. as he shoots warm thick jets of cum into her mouth she slurps it up and swallows it as quickly as she can. removing her finger from his ass she graps his hips and holds him tightly as she sucks him into her mouth devouring every drop of cum that shoots for his dick.finally opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out so that he can see the hot creamy liquid shooting into her mouth before she swallows yet again.smiling up at him as he finishes with one last spray she licks the tip and sucks it loudly before releasing him and standing she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him thrusting her tongue into his mouth and moving it all around his mouth before breaking the kiss and pulling back to look into his eyes." that was amazing" she says softly to him. He can feel the creamy remains of his cum in her mouth as she kisses him..as she pulls off of his mouth and speaks he realizes that he is completely taken with her at this point: she HAS become his woman for all intents & purposes..and he is quite content with it."Alley, you were incredible again," he says and kisses her again.."not only have you earned your job here, I think you've just won the position as my full-time lover as well. Fuck having your own room, you will be sharing the bedroom with me as of now. I want you sleeping in my bed permanently."The sound of the warm water spraying them is all that is heard for a moment as he looks at her.. looking down and thinking for a moment she finally looks up at him and smiles." i like that Max. i really do."then she turns and finsihes her shower scrubbing her body clean before stepping out of the shower and wraping a towel around herself.smiling she looks to him." i don't think im hungry anymore" As he also departs the shower and towels off, he takes her hand and leads her back to the bedroom. "I'm glad you're full, honey, Must be all of that protein I've given you..," he laughs.'Let's take breather in bed for a bit and then we'll see what we can collaborate on next..", Max says."Sound good to you"? laughing she takes his hand and lets him lead her into the bedroom." that sounds perfect"going into the room she lets her towel fall onto the floor beside the bed and lifting the sheets she crawls into the bed and laying on her side facing him she lets her eyes drift closed with a little yawn. Max climbs into bed with her and and kisses her gently, he touches her face..and thinks about all of his cum that she's now got inside of her..he smiles at her and says softly" Alley, you know we might have just made a baby this afternoon.." he pauses briefly and then continued "after all, we didnt use any birth control and you took my spunk inside you..it felt like a pretty decent load.." opening her eyes alley smiles. " you would like that wouldn't you?"she asks softly as she moves closer to max and cuddles against him.she feels the warmth of his body surrounding her and seeping into her own body. feeling warm and safe she snuggles even closer." i don't think your capable of just coming a little bit max" and she giggles softly. Max laughs at her last statement and says, "Yeah, I've always been good for a big load, especially when I've abstained for a bit and when I have a partner like you.."He pulls her close so his arms are around her and they are spooning together..then says "and yes, I would like it if I got you pregnant..it's what I had in mind since I knew I was going to hire you.." looking over her shoulder at him she says " i don't understand max. your hot i mean like really sexy and your rich and so fun why not just find someone to marry? why did you hire me instead of finding someone that you could love?"feeling curiouse and also nervouse about his answer she falls silent and turns her head away and taking one of his hands she moves it so that it's cupping her breast. Cupping and stroking her full, warm breast, he whispers into her ear.."At first I just wanted a concubine, a sex-slave that would give me a child and just tend to my needs..when I first saw you, however, I knew there was something different. And as we fucked, I know that I dont just need a breeder, I need a true mate.."He kisses her neck and continued, " and the way you've responded, either you're hung up on my big cock taking your cherry or you really do want to stay with me and be my mate." sighing with conctentment she turns and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him." i don't want to ever leave max.. i want to belong to you forever and ever.. i think i might die if you made me go."she couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life with out being able to please him or sucking on his wonderfull cock feeling it deep inside her or tasting his cum. just the thought sends a ripple running up her spine and she snuggles closer pressing her face into him between his neck and shoulder." ill give you children... as many as you want" she says against him in a muffled voice. Upon hearing these words, his cock begins to swell with desire, pressed almost between her legs..he's sure she can feel it awakening. He cant believe that he's this turned on enough to go at it with her again, but Alley consenting to have his babies and become his mate sends him into overdrive..He says softly," I've wanted to hear you say that since I first saw you earlier, Alley. The best thing about us having many children will be all the fun we have trying to make them.."He kisses her and says " I want you.." moaning low in her throat she looks into his eyes. " i want you too max. i always want you" reaching down she grasps his hardening cock and gently sqweezes it in her small hand." i want you to put a baby in my belly max." she says softly before kissing him licking his lower lip and nipping at it tenderly. " please fuck me" she says against his lips. "I love hearing you say those words, baby." he says. He grabs her hips gently and pulls her on top of him..his big dick now fully-engorged and aching once more in her tiny hand..Max tells her softly" I want you to ride me, Alley. Ride your studhorse and I'll put a baby in your beautiful body..the first of many. Put my cock inside you where we both know it belongs.." moving over him and stradling his hips she takes his dick and stands it up as she slowly lowers her pussy down onto the tip. her eyes roll back in her head and she moans loudly as she feels him begin to enter her tight passage.looking down at him she smiles and lifts herself off of him before lowering back down once again only taking an inch of him inside before lifting off again.teaing him with her pussy she continues to take just an inch of him into her before lifting off of him. "That's so FUCKING NICE, Alley," he growls as she teases him up & down like this.."you are a fast learner, baby. I can see you're getting the hang of bringing me to a boil so I can give you more of that cum.. good girl."She's still so damn tight..it's like a warm, wet heaven. He tenses in anticipation when she will finally impale herself on his swollen dong.. " i love having your dick inside me baby.. it feels so good"she moans as she lets her wieght carry her down his shaft taking all of him into her. she instictively tightens around his dick and moans again letting her head fall back.moving hesitantly at first she begins to move her hips in a curcler motion as she rocks back and forth. 'That's it, Alley..ride your man. Take my cum.." he hissed as he flet the tight grip of her hot cunt as she gyrated her hips while grinding on him. He wondered if her pussy was getting sore yet, after all she was only a virgin until a few hours ago. Well, if she could take it, he would give it to her..besides, his warm jism would serve to sooth her aches that her cunt may have.He looks at her riding him, she belongs there he thinks and places his hands on her hips..he urges her on.."C'mon, cowgirl..ride me!," he says and urges her to quicken their mating pace. moaning she begins to move her body up and down on his cock." fuck yes baby it feels good" she says as she moves quicker.reaching down she begins to rub her clit as she bounces and girates on his dick. her moans becoming longer and louder. He begins moaning with her as her starts pumping her up & down on his cock..enjoying their rhythm together..he love the way she felt on him, and how she looked..sexually alive and splendid. A perfect female animal..just then it hit him: he was falling in love with her, not just a lust but a deep, passionate feeling that made him want to take care of her needs always, give her children and protect her.In contrast, his cock slid slickly and freely in & out of her tight pussy..he could see their union as a blur as they pound up & down..he pulls her down to kiss her mouth as they hump & writhe like horny snakes.. moaning she leans against him holding onto the headboard with her hands as they kiss. she continues to move her hips up and down her pussy gliding over his dick. pressing her breasts against his chest her nipples pressing into his chest.She looked into his eyes as she moves ontop of him love and need waring in her eyes as she leans down and nips at his lip before kissing him again." oooohmmmmm" she moans soflty into his mouth as they kiss. her body tightening around him. He kisses her harder than ever and thrusts her up and down on his cock..their bodies making slapping sounds now as they come together..up & down..faster and faster..He looks into her eyes and tells her" Alley, I love you.." she freezes and looks down at him in shocked surprise." love me" she says softly her mouth forming a little o before she smiles and leaning down she trows her arms around his neck and kisses him hard." oh god i think i love you too" she murmurs and begins moving on him again.her movemts fast and hard at the same time.her frustration mounting as she moves. she wants him deeper and harder.reaching between their bodies she begins rubbing her clit and wimpers and moans." i can't get enough" she says in a pleading voice. I'm glad you cant..", he laughs as they fuck passionately. He feels her need as she tries to get more of his cock up inside her, deeper..and that's ok with him. It works well for what they're trying to do.."I think we're in agreement and that's wonderful, " he whispers. I want our baby to have two loving parents.." he can feel her clutch down harder on him as he speaks.He kisses her mouth once more and says, " Now let's make a baby".. "yessssss" she moans as she begins to qwiver around him. her body trembles and she gasps loudly as she looks into his eys." yes max" she begs softly in a pleading voice pressing her pussy down hard on his dick her pussy tightens vice like around his dick and she arches her back and presses her face into his shouler as she screams "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAX" Hearing her scream his name like this, he grabs her ass and jams her down onto him tightly, feeling her pussy spasm around his dick. the feeling is sublime.."Baby, I want to come again. i want to plant my seed in your cunt again..."he pants. spasming as she is pressed down hard on his dick she feels him deep inside her pressing against her womb and she shivers." yes fucking cum inside me baby i want to feel your hot seed burning inside me. do it baby oh god i need it noooooooow" she moans the last word as her orgasm hightens and she explodes ontop of him her body jerking into his and griping his shoulders tightly her nails digging into his shoulders as she screams her release. Her orgasm pulsing on him and her release of such wetness is too much for him and he thrusts upwards inside her once more and shoots his load inside her as she's still coming.."UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he cries, and continues" fuck, fuck, fuck, fFUCK, FUCKKKKK!!!" as he feels his hot sperm spurting up inside her again. "Take it, take my fucking cum!"As they detonate together, his tongue slides into her mouth as she cries out.. closing her lips around his tongue she sucks on it as if she where sucking his dick moaning in extacy as she feels his hot spunk spurting into her pussy over and over.she could feel the warmth of his seed as it sprays her womb. slowly she comes back to earth and she kisses him deeply." ill never get tired of this" she says panting as she lays her cheek against his sweety chest and breathes heavily. her heart pounding as if it where trying to beat its way out of her chest.finally aware of her own body again she feels the aches and pains deep inside her well fucked pussy and slowly pulls off of him to lay by his side her cheek still pressed against his chest.she presses her hand between her thighs cupping her pussy in her palm and pulling her knee's up. she can feel her juices and his cum leaking from her swollen slit and wimpers softly. He pulls her close and cuddles her to him..he knows her cunt must be sore from all that pounding and he doesnt want to hurt her.."Alley, I think we might have just got you pregnant with that last one, but if not, we'll keep trying. With you as the mother, our baby will be beautiful. But I want you to rest. You learned a lot today and we just became mates so lets' enjoy each other right now". He kisses her and pulls the covers over them both..He figured they need to rest.. and his own prick was sore from all the loving she had given him these past few hours..God, she was a demon in bed now. He loved it. she nods and snuggles against him as she closes her eyes. a thought acures to her and she wonders if he will still want her like this when she is pregnant. she sighs thinking she wasn't sure she could make it a day with out him fucking her let alone nine whole monthes.looking up at him sleepily she pushes the thoughts from her mind deciding there was plenty of time to worrie about it later right now all she wants to do is sleep. and with a small content smile on her lips she falls asleep snuggled against him. The next day..Having slept together all night, Max awakens his prospective mate with a soul-kiss and then tell her that when's she's ready, to please pick something appropriate from the cabinet at the end of the hall again & meet him downstairs as they have some new things to explore.."I hope you got some rest, Alley, because today, is your first full day as my woman.."he tells her..Going downstairs, he can feel his big cock hardening in his pants once more.."This little minx is going to keep me VERY busy I can see." he thinks.. stretching she opens her eyes and rolls out of bed.moving to the cupboard on stiff legs she opens it and looking she find something she likes.pulling it out she goes back to his room and gets dressed.( see attachment)and walks down stairs barefoot. going into the kitchen she aproaches him at the table and sits down. her hair laying in little waves over her shoulders." im starving" she says huskily.." can i have some coffee please "she had never been a morning person and couldnt get herself going until her third cup of coffee. He eyes her appreciatively, and gives her a cup of coffee. She is a vision in the babydoll outfit that she picked out..Max tells her,"I dont know about you, but I could do with some breakfast, Alley..and I think this morning you are on the menu here."With this, he kneels down in front of her and slides her panties down her hips a bit..then begins to gently lick at her pussy again. "Maybe this will wake you up," he says lustily. she forces herself to swallow the scalding coffee she had just taken a sip of when he kneels down between her thighs .she feels it buring its way into her belly and she gasps not just from the coffee but becuase of what he is doing to her.looking down at him she smiles and puts her fingers in his thick hair." it already has..way better than coffee ever could" Mmmmmmm..he says, as he continues to lap at her."Just think Alley, yesterday at this time, we didnt even know each other, and today we're trying to get you pregnant and I 've got my tongue up your pussy."he likes her hand on his head, urging him onwards..he slides his tongue inside her pink folds and finds her rapidly getting wet as a result.. giggling she lets her head fall back." yeah you pretty much turned me into your personal whore in less than a day."she says gasping and moaning between each word as he licks and teases her wet pussy with his tongue. "Well, it's something that we both know you really wanted and so it all works out, doesnt it, Alley?" Max says in between licks and probing her with his fingers. She's excited really fast now since her cherry was broken yesterday, Max thinks.She's taken to being his whore like a fish to water..everything is becoming second nature to her now and that's a good thing. She tastes wonderful, after all she was a virgin up until the previous day.Max begins stroking his big organ, the scent of her pussy and him on his knees servicing her has made him erect..it's all he can do not to grab her and impale her on his fat prick right then & there..but he wants her begging and ready. She's at her best when she's in need like that, he decides.But, just to whet her appetite a bit, he stops eating her cunt for a moment and whispers "Now, Alley, look at what you've done to me."..raising his dick in his hand to show her. It's now angry purple and leaking pre-cum. Alley purrs as she looks down and see's his erect cock. Her eyes drawn to the precum that clung to the tip. Licking her lips she looks up and meets his eyes." i want it Max.. i want it now. please max let me taste it."She felt as if she where burning up on the inside. She wanted him so badly.Max was an amazing lover and she enjoyed every thing they did togethor. Alley knew that there would be nothing he would ever ask her to do that she wouldnt do for him.( i belong to him completely) she thinks to herself as she looks at him. Max stands up, his hard cock bobbing obscenely in front of Alley. He guides her to her knees with one hand and with the other he guides his cock to her mouth.."Such a good girl..you've learned so fast Alley. I'm glad I chose you for a mate..you are especially gifted in the erotic arts. Now, here's your cock. Show me how much you love the taste of it, honey."Max begins to put the tip between her hot lips.. Alley sighs softly as she kneel's infront of him as he guides his dick to her lips she looks up at him and wraps her lips around the tip and swurling her tongue around the tip licking up the pre cum she had seen before.moaning softly and closing her eyes she savors the taste of him on her tongue.when she swallows she looks up at him again and flicks her tongue into the little hole at the tip.whimpering sofly she slides her lips down his shaft slowly sucking and caressing her tongue over his cock.slowly taking all of his cock in and feeling him filling and stretching her throat around his thick cock as it moves further and further into her throat.she doesn't stop until she has all of him in her mouth and throat. Max groans in absolute pleasure as Alley takes him deep in her throat. The feeling is out of this world and her wonderful lips and tongue action makes his big dick throb within the warm confines of her mouth...He gently holds her head while she deep throats his cock. "God, Alley, that's SO fucking good..you are the perfect cocksucker! I've never had head like this.."he can feel his balls resting against her chin and it makes him stiffen up more in her throat at the thought.."Alley, I think we'll be starting all of our mornings like this. A young girl like you needs a lot of protein..", he sighed. Ummm feel free to delete this comment but just wanted to say I Really enjoyed reading this collaboration. mmmm....so Hot.Thanks.

Sowing the seed..

Annabelles Surprise

I am 19 in my 2nd year and struggling to pay my way through college.To make ends meet I have started lap dancing at a club which is great, after my initial nerves I soon got used to the work and the tips are excellent. I have not had all that much sexual experience but I have had enough to know that my curves are all in the right place and that the longer I take to get my breasts out of the halterneck I like to wear the bigger the tip! And the 'no touching' rule keeps their hands of me!I an terrified incase my parents ever find out, I think my dad Alan would kill me, he is only 39 going on 40, but is so straitlaced. Not like my mom Jenny, who always seems up for anything, but they get along fine. I just do not want either of them to find out what I do.Anyway I had done a few nights when the boss asked me to do a 'special'. There was this guy who was having a 40th birthday party, it was to be in a private room with a dining table all set out for him and his wife.Suzy, one of the other girls, and me are to dress as waitress's and serve the meal. The thing is that with each course we are to have less clothes on! The wife has arranged it as a very special 'one off' treat, but he has no idea.The fee is a big one, and I like Suzy, so I agreed.I am wearing white holdups, a black waitress's uniform, pink panties with a pink thong underneath and a kind of basque corset underneath that pushes up my boobs to make them look even bigger. The meal has a Venetian theme so we are also to wear masks to cover our faces, mine just leaves my mouth exposed and makes breathing through my nose awkward.I am giggly and nervous as I wait in the kitchen area for the wife to come and breif me ahead of the party, Suzy has not turned up yet though and the Boss says I can have double if I can manage on my own.I would never have agreed if I had known I would have to go solo with 2 strangers, but at least on is female, and it is a lot of cash.OOC: If there is a Jenny and an Alan out there let me know. Maybe a suzy later on. Id like to play Jenny - was going to ask for Suzy but either role is fine. OOC: I'd love to play Alan. If Alan should have a good buddy there please let me know. *leer and lewd wink*Just maybe dad's not as straight laced as he lets on, as an example. *chuckles* AnnabelleI am just putting the final touches to my make up and adjusting the silver and gold mask when I hear the Knock at the door.The meal is all prepared and is laid out in the order of the courses, there looks to be about 10 different courses including the hor doevres, I will have to pace my 'act' to match.With one final check of my hair, which is piled high on my head, and smoothing down the white apron I am ready,Ok 'AnnaBelle' my stage name, it's showtime. I hope the wife is nice. Its a hell of a present to some guy. JennyLoving Alan as I do, his 40th was special and I planned carefully.There was a strip club we passed driving to and from work, and every time I saw it I wondered what went on in there, so one day I went in during the day, and watched the dancers, both up on stage and doing lap dances.I even talked to one of the girls and she told me the rules etc, and an idea came into my head, to surprise Alan with a seductive strip show. Talking to the owner or manager, he said he had just the girl to serve the dinner, and suggested that we have her drop a piece of clothing for each course. Being a private party in the back room, the regular rules didnt apply and she and we were free to do whatever we liked.This was during the day, and the night crew hadnt come in yet so I didnt actually meet Annabelle, but he assured me she was perfect for the job. The meal would be catered, as they didnt serve the type of food I wanted but that was no problemNow all I had to do was convince him to take me out to dinner, and lets see what we would get to eat AlanJenny had something up her sleve for my 40th birthday. We've been married for 20 delightful years, and I can't wait for the next 40. She's always kept things interesting, wearing the thigh-highs and high-heels I like, role playing, and asking, and fulfilling the fantasies I have. She's a fantastic wife, and we enjoy life completely. We have one daughter, Heather, who was conceived either on our wedding night, or shortly thereafter. She's at college now, living on her own, leaving Jenny and I to play even more.BUT... There is something about the way she's acting about tonight. A look... a gleam in her eye when she told me to wear my nicest suit and my new silk boxers. She wouldn't tell me where we're going, or what we're doing. The only thing she said was, "just go with tonight, don't think about it too much, and enjoy to your heart's content. Tonight is for you, all for you. Remember... I love you, and I've set tonight up to show how much I love you..."And to add to my suspicion even more, seeing her walk out of our bedroom in an outfit I've never seen before. A thin black silk skirt, ending a few inches above her knees. Showing off her fantastic legs, covered in black stockings (I hoped they weren't pantyhose!). I couldn't make out any pantylines as she modeled it in front of me. She knows how much I love her to go without panties.I made a wolf-whistle "Whee-wheoow" as she modeled her outfit. Her low-cut silver top showed off her ample cleavage, and her toned chest from daily aerobics. Even after she quit teaching aerobics three years ago, she hasn't slowed down. I smile, knowing how lucky I am to be so fully in love with this woman, "You look incredible. So good that I'm thinking we could skip this deal you have set up and settle into bed for the night."She giggled, headed out the door and said, "Come on, my love." OOC:OOC: I edited the last post to remove the mistake saying we never had kids. JennyI led Alan out the door to the car, held the door for him, and then got behind the wheel.We drove toward town and when I turned into the parking lot of the strip club he asked me where I thought we were going. I told him "to get something to eat", parked and I went around to open his door. He objected to beng taken to such a place, but I convinced him it was on the up and up, and this was a private birthday partyThe doorman greeted us and amidst the loud rock music, and with a naked girl up on the main stage, we were taken to a back room and seated, and then served a drink. "the waitress will be right with you", we were told as we were handed masks to conceal our identities. AnnabelleI get the word that my 'party' are ready in the dining room, the boss has told be to be as imaginative as I like with the food serving.I am on a big fee anyway, but she tought there were ways I could make a good tip as well. The thought of being imginative quite intrigues me, and I realize that I am quite excited by the feeling.("behave girl" I tell myself, this is just work, stay in control of yourself)The first course is 2 glasses of champagne served with caviar on little biscuits, the whole thing on a silver tray.First though I just peep in through a little spy hole to check them out.It is hard to tell their ages as they take their places at the round table, but the woman has a terrific body and is dressed to kill, a very good body in a tight black dress. Reminds me of,don't go there girl, he looks a little nervous as he sits down and starts arranging the silverware on the white tablecloth, nicely dressed though, I guess late thirties early forties. They look OK.I check myself in the mirror, my red lipstick is nice and shiny, black skirt short but not quite at the tops of my white stockings, my black blouse is open a little and the white apron covers my front, just the top of my breasts show when I move, pushed up by the basque I am wearing.Picking up the tray I with a deep breath, then a naughty thought hits me and I take the biscuits and caviar off the tray and just enter carrying the champagne."Bon Soir Madame, Sir" I say in my sexiest french style breathy voice (where did I get that?, I wonder to myself)"would you care for une aperitif?"They both turn to me and look straight at me, I can tell that she is looking me up and down in a strange way, then I realize she is checking me out, am I suitable.But they both take the wine, he a little nervously, and gulps it down,"More Monsour?" I offer in my fake accent and go back for the bottle, deliberately exagerating the movement of my hips as I return to the kitchen a get the bottle.I can feel her watching as I bend at the waist to pour the wine into the glass he is holding, my hands shake a little with the weight of the bottle as I try to avoid pouring too fast.His hand holding the glass is trembling to as I pour, I know that he can see my cleavage, so I use an old trick and let my upper arms fall inwards a little to push myself even further out."It eez so buubbly sir, Annabelle must be careful not to spillit"I watch as his toungue nervously licks his lips, a little smile frozen on his face. (he looks nice, I wish I could see the rest of his face) AlanAs we sit down to dinner in the back room, I am quite nervous. There are these silver and gold masks on the table. The doorman says to put them on, as the dinner is a Venetian theme. I do as I'm told, still wondering what Jenny really has in store for me.In walks a thing of beauty. She has a sexy short skirt on, white stockings, black blouse, open, showing her obviously ample bustline. She looks like she should be on the cover of "Maxim" magazine.Wow, I've never seen a waitress like this. It's almost like she knew exactly what I like in a woman when she dressed this evening. Did Jenny have a hand in this??She comes out and gives us a glass of champagne, and I drink it quickly, trying to clear my head of these crazy thoughts. She bends down to refill my glass, giving me a perfect shot down her blouse. She does that thing that Jenny does when she wants to get me ready for her, she pushes her breasts up more with her arms.Now I figured it out! Jenny is going to tittilate me all evening with this little young goddess, then when I'm hot, hard, and can't take it anymore, Jenny is going to rape me back here in this private room. Oh, she's goodI enjoy the view as the girl walks away, swinging her hips. I think I can make out the tops of thigh-high stockings as her skirt sways.Yes, that is definitely what Jenny is up to. This girl is dressed too much like Jenny to be just a coincidence!As the girl leaves the room, I lean over to my wife, running my hand up her left thigh, reaching the tops of her stockings, tickling her flesh. I lean into her, running my fingers higher to play with the fabric of her panties, when my fingers are rewarded with the soft lips of her pussy.Ahhh, no panties tonight! She IS planning on being a "good" wife tonight!In a breathy voice, I say, "The way you and the waitress are dressed tonight, you'd think you're either sisters or a naughty mother and daughter." Little did I know how ironic this little comment was...I lift up her mask, kiss her full lips, darting my tongue into her mouth. She slowly opens her legs to me, and I feel her juices begin to flow ever so slightly as my finger traces along her pussylips. I imagine how within the hour, I'll have my wife bent over this table with my cock deep inside her. JennyAnnabelle was playng him like a violin. Bending over like that he had to look down her bodice. I didnt know if he could see her nipples but cerainly a lot of tit. When she bent over I could see a birthmark on the back of her leg, and I knew instantly that Annabelle was our daughter Monica. I knew she worked here, but she didnt know I knew, and when I made the arrangements for the party I didnt ask for her. I just wanted to open up my straghtlaced husband to opening our marriage and thought this was the quickest and easiest way to do it.When Annabelle went back to the kitchen I played along and let Alan finger my naked pussy, hoping that before the night was over Monica would be in there too. Neither of them knew I was Bi and had been having affairs with my lady friends for years, and even occasionally with their husbands tooTonight it would all come out into the open, and Alan would either join me or beat me or something, but I couldnt hold it inside any longer. AnnabelleI can feel their eyes on me as I return to the kitchen.In readiness for my next appearance I pull my skirt higher and remove the pink panties just keeping on the thong.And I open 2 more buttons on my blouse, spreading the blouse so it falls off my shoulders. The basque is lifting my breasts up high above the white of the apron.Smiling to myself I break each biscuit and place the caviar and biscuit on the palm of each hand.Before entering the room I sneak a peek into the room, I am sure the man has his hand up his wifes skirt and they are kissing.Wow, they are a horny pair.Returning to the room I offer them the caviar from my hands, like feeding two puppies."Caviar for you both, no dishes I am afraid" reaching out to each of them I wait to see if they will feed from my delicate little hands.There are mirrors all around the room, in the one facing me I can see a reflection of my back, my stocking tops are visible and the cheeks of my bottom are just visible, maybe I lifted the skirt too high, but it is too late now.nice ass girl AlanThe waitress came back in, interrupting Jenny and I's embrace. This time the waitress's top was open even more. Her gorgeous breasts spilling over the apron. Wow, I'd love to see and suck on those nipples.She had caviar in her hands, and I greedily took it, peering down her blouse, making out the outline of her hard nipples. Then I noticed the thigh-highs in the mirror as she bent over handing me the fish eggs. Wow, what a perfect ass. A pink g-string, white thigh-highs. She was right out of my fantasies...After I took the cracker and caviar, there was a bit left on her hand. I licked it out of the palm of her hand ever so slowly, as I stared into her gorgeous green eyes... There was something incredibly erotic and naughty about this woman. I hoped that her little disrobing act continued in the next course...As she left, I leaned over and kissed Jenny again and said, "I think this is going to be a fantastic 40th birthday. Don't you think?" AnnabelleTheir eyes are all over me, especially the mans, he can see my rear in the mirror and has a perfect view of my stocking tops and the curve of my bottom.Leaning slightly forward I reach out my hands to them both, he lifts the cracker from my hand and eats it, then with a glance to his wife first he leans forward and licks the crumbs from my open palm, his eyes burning into the bare tops of my breasts, my pale skin moving gently in the candlelight as my breathing quickens.His wife though has taken my fingers in hers and is feeding from my palm, it tickles and a far off memory slips into my mind. A childs nursery game which ends with a tickle in the palm of you hand.Taking her lead he has my other hand, and I stand as they both lick softly around my outstretched palms, taking every crumb, it is the most erotic moment I have ever had."if this goes on I will come in my pants" is all can think)as I pull my hands away gently"Mes Chers the next course is waiting, I hoped you like the caviar"As I take my hands away I lower them theatrically with a deep bow, then turn and return slowly to the kitchen, swaying my hips as I go. AlanAs she walked out of the room, she was swaying her hips seductively. All I wanted was to pull her ass to me, put the palm of my hand against the middle of her back, and push her over this dinner table. In 20 years of being married, I've never cheated on my wife. In fact, she's only the second woman I was ever with.My cock hardened thinking about Annabelle. What a sweet and innocent name on such a perfectly sexual woman. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to remember what she looks like now that she's out of the room.How I'd love to suck on those perfect breasts! How would her nipples feel in my mouth? I wonder what her pussy tastes like -- Is she shaved? I imagine so. Oh, and It would feel so perfect to slide my cock between those perfect breasts....I snapped my eyes open when Jenny reached leaned over, ran her tongue along my ear and said, "Hmmm, I see she's getting you a little excited." Jenny's hand ran over my slacks, feeling the bluge growing in my pants. I turned to her and kissed her passionately, letting her stroke the length of my cock through my pants. My left hand came up to my wife's left breast and began to ever so gently tug and roll on her nipple through her blouse as we continued the deep soul-kiss.Just then, through the fog of my arousal, I heard the kitchen door open and close. AnnabelleMy heart is pounding as I return to the kitchen, I am getting really turned on by the whole thing. I had found them licking my hands together very arousing, her full pink lips looked so like my own, the lower lip so full and, well kissable as my father always used to tease.I noticed a paper I should have looked at before.The Rules 1. Guests are allowed to look but not touch. They may kiss/lick parts of the girls body only if invited to do so. Any guest who touches the girl without invitation must leave. 2. The girl may touch but does not have to do so. 3. Guests must not masturbate whilst the girl is in the room. Couples in private rooms may fondle each other discreetly but fucking is not allowed. I realize that the guests may not have seen the rules so I slip the paper under the door whilst I get the next course ready. As I slip the not in I am forced to smile, they are kissing and he has pushed his chair away from the table, I can see her hand holding his cock thhrough his pants. ("wow he looks well hung for such a shy looking guy, he's not like the usual punters")The next course is spagetti and I have to decide how to serve it, and what to wear.I watch myself in the mirror as I remove the blouse, my shoulders are bare now, the creamy mounds of my breasts visible almost to the nipples, I keep the apron but drop the skirt from my hips.When I bend the edges of my nipples are just visible as I adjust the tight black basque. My mother and I have the same unusual nipples, though mine are very pale pink whilst hers are a little darker brown. I have heard Dad make a private joke about them being 'cockeyed' and it always embarrases me.Our nipples are quite large and look almost like extra breasts swollen and sucked looking, each has a prominent swollen teat not quite dead centre.As I turn to check myself I slip my hand into my panties, I don't know why,("I am dripping! I never get turned on at work, I havn't been doing in long but I have never been turned on before, I am sure they must be able to smell it on me")Straigtening the apron and one last check in the mirror I head back into the room, moving slowly with a bowl of creamy spagetti in one hand and a fork in the other. JennyI got all excited and wet watching Alan licking her hand, so I did the same to Annabelle, imagining her naked. It was all I could do to keep my other hand off that gorgeous ass, but I knew that was comng. I hoped Alan would to it firstWhen she left to get the next course, I fondled his hard cock, and even whispered to my husband "I'll bet you want to fuck her, honey. Go ahead you have my permission"Then she returned carrying a bowl which partially covered her breasts, but her skirt was gone. The birthmark was now clear, and I was sure Alan would see and recognize it from the days on the beach with Moinca in a swimsuit, dating back to when she was a tiny girl.I wondered what his reaction would be when he realized that our waitress was our daughter.She had removed her blouse, so I added to the scene by slipping the straps off my shoulders and lowering my dress to my waist, baring my own pretty tits. I also wondered if Monica would recognize my unusual nipplesooc tried to answer your PM - box full again - be sure to delete your tracking and sent boxes, as well as in box as much as you can AnnabelleI am taken by surprise when I re-enter the room, the wife has dropped her top, her breasts are bare, nipples swollen just like mine, I almost stumble when I see them."Spaghetti si vous plait"I move slowly towards him, and straddle his legs, bowl in one hand and fork in the other, my eyes on his under the mask.I can feel and hear the breathing of his wife close by. I hope they remember the rules.Slowly I twist the fork in the pasta the way my father had taught me, and then offer it dangling over his mouth.As I withdraw the fork a small portion and some cream fall onto the swell of my breast.TBC AlanMy wife was whispering into my ear as she stroked my cock through my pants.She's going to let me fuck this perfect creature? Right here in front of her? Could it be true? Then my world got weird. In walks Annabelle, with her top off, her nipples almost showing, and no skirt on. She had a bowl in front of her, and her basque barely covered her gorgeous breasts. She was like a younger version of my wife. Jenny stopped stroking my cock, and pulled her blouse down to mimick Annabelle.Annabelle straddled my lap, and held a forkload of spaghetti over my mouth. This seemed strangely familiar. I used to hold the spaghetti like this when feeding own daughter years ago. I was strangely comforted by the familiarity.Can she feel how hard I am?She's sitting directly on my crotch, and my cock is becoming increasingly hard every second, as she feeds me the spaghetti. I know the rules say I can't touch, but I move my hands to her legs, just above her knees to steady her. I don't mean for it to be a sexual gesture, but the electricity of the touch stuns me. I rock back a bit from the intensity of the feeling, and a bit of the cream falls from the fork to her breast.The rules say I can't touch without invitation... I just hope she invites me to lick this cream off her breastI've almost forgotten my beautiful wife is next to me, I'm so enamored by this perfect Anabelle's presence. Annabelle"mon cher, you must not touch"My thighs are tense as I hold my body above his knees, I can sense the stiffness inside his pants, so close to my panties.His cool hands leave my legs, and I glance down at the cream and spagetti slowly sliding down the curve of my breast in to my cleavage.lifting my arms with bowl and fork apart my chest is thrust gently towards his face, his eyes flicker from me to his wife before he bends his head.I can feel his breath first, then the flicker of his toungue, then his lips as he chases the food into my cleavage, then raises his cream covered mouth to look at me again, a glint in his eyes.raising up from him I turn, bottom towards him now as I bend to offer his wife food. AlanI look at the cream on her breasts, then look directly at her gorgeous green eyes. She lifts her arms, and offers her breasts to me. I don't know if I'm supposed to or not, but I take it as her telling me I can....My tongue leaves my mouth without notice, and I eagerly lick the cream from her breast. Her skin is so tight, and yet so baby soft. My saliva only makes the cream fall faster into her cleavage, and I dive in with my tongue, inbetween her breasts. Her perfume is so sweet, and yet a hint of sweaty arousal.I think I can feel the heat and wetness between her legs, even though our crotches are not now touching. I can sense it radiating from her pussy through the panties. I think back to my wife's comment, "bet you want to fuck her, honey. Go ahead you have my permission...."Is this real? Is this happening? It's as if I have my wife next to me, urging me to fuck this perfect, younger version of my wife.. It must be a dream...She raises up, bends over and offers a bite to Jenny. As she bends over, I can see the dampness of her panties, the perfect outline of her pussy lips...And.. Oh my... That birthmark... It is so familiar... I can't quite make out where it seems so familiar from... AnnabelleLeaning on the table so that I can reach to feed the topless woman in front of me I can feel his eyes burning into my pantie covered crotch, I know I am damp and that my pussy is almost visible throught the silky strip of pink.His wife leans back slightly, inviting me to spill spaghetti onto the naked breasts she is displaying.My bare bottom cheeks move for him as I squeeze them in time with my heart beat. I can hear him groan and hear a zipper slowly sliding down."tell your husband not to touch himself or me mon cher, remember the rules, only you or I can touch him" AlanI stare at her perfect ass, wishing it was back directly in front of me so I could plunge into it with my mouth. The small strip of her pink silk panties is drenched, and I think I can see her asscheeks pulsing. She feeds Jenny, but I can't take my eyes off her perfect form.I look down and notice that my crotch is wet. I'm not sure whether it is from the precum oozing from my rock hard cock, or from the wetness between Annabelle's legs when she was straddling me.... I unzip my slacks -- I have to release the pressure. Just then, she tells Jenny, "tell your husband not to touch himself or me mon cher, remember the rules, only you or I can touch him."But Jenny seems to be too enthralled in Annabelle to help me out at the moment, so I just sit back, my cock exposed, watching the performance in front of me. Jenny"Annabelle, sweetie, I was told defimitely by your manager that since this was a private party there were no rules except consent by everyone". I stuck my finger in the bowl and pulled out a dollop of the cream, and smeared it on my breast. Then I held it and pointed the nipple at her. As Alan heard what I had said about the rules. I saw his now released cock amd he stood and was close behid Annabelle. If she moved away from me she would get his cock up against her ass. Her only altenative was to lick the cream off my tit, and I smiled at her in inviation. Annabelle(an awkward customer, they are usually men! but I,m sure we will manage, still not good just me alone, good job there is a panic button"of course Madame" I smile and dip my head to her breast, placing the bowl and fork to one side I use my hands to hold her breasts, squeezing them together then sucking and licking the sauce from them.(nice, a first for me, but not unpleasant)I think as I suck the first womans nipple into my mouth,(apart from my moms of course!)Her nipple swells in my mouth and I suckle the teatbetween my lips, then lick over her skin to get all the sauce."But of course I must get sirs dessert, the best course" I smile into her face then kiss her open mouth, flicking her gently with my toungue before turning and moving to the kitchen."Madame, you may wish to take your dessert laying on the floor, sir you wait there"As I speak I see his cock, standing so big, huge in fact.("good god, he is hung like a donkey!, no way!")"Remember Sir, no touching yourself, " and with that I slip into the kitchen to prepare. AlanWatching Annabelle suck on Jenny's breast and nipple, bent over in front of me was just too much. My cock grew to full staff and I could just barely keep myself from stroking it. But I was always one to follow the house rules, so I don't.Jenny seems to want to push the rules tonight. But seeing that bouncer out front, I sure wish she'd stop.I decide to remove my slacks and underwear, leaving just my button down shirt and tie. I sit in the chair and push away from the table. Remembering the rules:3. Guests must not masturbate whilst the girl is in the room.I sit back and begin to stroke my cock. Since Annabelle isn't here, I'm playing by the rules. A few drops of pre-cum ooze from my cock, and I slowly work them into the head, making my cock slippery and wet. AnnabelleI have a quick peek back into the room before preparing myself for the next course,(that is big, he is taking advantage of my absence to stroke the biggest erection I have ever seen! she is down on her knees in front of him, I hope she is laying down as I instructed)I have to drag myself away, his cock is so big, he is oozing juice, laying back with his hairy legs open wide, his shirt dangling.I continue to watch as I reach behind to unclip my basque and free my breasts. AnnabelleNaked now except for my white stockings and high heels I stand in front of the mirror and apply the last course to my body, It is awkward, but I think I have it right as I return to peep into the room.He has his hand wrapped around his cock, I notice a gold signet ring on his finger, as he wanksgod he is bigThe woman is laying down on the white pile rug, her head towards him, she is on her side and her skirt is lifted her bottom bare. her buttocks are kind of moving, I think she must be playing with herself."Happy Birthday Alan! are you enjoying Yourself!""God Yes, Oh yes, thanks Jen! Can I? you know, if I get chance, if she lets me""Of course, can I join in?" she gigglesAlan! Jen! no surely not.....the ring.....her breasts just like mine! my mind is spinning as I stand frozen with my hand on the door handle, virtually naked with a bikini sprayed onto my body in spray cream & chocolate and about to enter a room and have my parents lick it off! What can I do?I can't leave, I would have to get by her, and there is no way she will let me go without finding me out, but I can't go through with it, can I?maybe I have no choice, but good god! my parents! and they are planning to, Oh God!my hand is shaking as I turn the handle open the door, and stand frozen in the frame as they turn to stare at me AlanAs I'm stroking my cock, watching Jenny play with her pussy, her skirt hiked up, I realize where I've seen that birthmark before. It's our daughter!Those big nipples, the birthmark, the eyes. It has to be her! But Jenny surely hasn't figured it out yet, or she would have said something.Realizing, it might be my only opportunity to have my ultimate fantasy, my daughter, I turn to Jenny and ask..."Can I? you know, if I get chance, if she lets me"Jenny replies, "Of course, can I join in?""Would you want to? I mean, be with another woman?"My mind is racing. Who would have known Jenny would be interested in being with another woman. And to imagine that she'll actually be with her daughter!With that thought, a large amount of precum dribbles out of my cock. I smear it over the entire length, making my cock even more slippery and wet with precum. Just then the door opens. "Annabelle" is standing with nothing on but stockings and heels. She has whipped cream and chocolate covering her breasts and pussy, much like a bikini.So, should I take the opportunity to lick this off my daughter's body? Damn right I will! Jenny"Of course you can, sweetheart. It's your birthday.I want to watch you fuck her and then I want to eat her pussy"There was so much more I wanted to say to the lover of my life,m but now wasnt quite the time. We waited for Annabelle to come into the room and bring us our dessert. I especially liked the serving dish it was in - and no eating utensils to use except our tongues. AnnabelleI am standing in the doorway, facing my parents, my mom and dad, they don't know its me and are looking at me with lust in their eyes.this is crazy, stood here, my breasts, pussy and bottom covered in chocolate and cream and my parents dribbling at the tought of licking it off me, they would go crazy if they knew it was their little girlI can't believe they are doing this, my stay-at-home dad and my sunday school teacher mother, I almost want to pinch myself as I look at the huge, dribbling erection laying on my dads belly, at least he has stopped wanking now I am in the room.Mom has rolled onto her back, lifted up supported on her elbows, she is looking me up and down, side on to me with legs open, her dress hitched up and no panties.I can't do this, but how can I escape them now?my mind searches for ways to get out of this and can come up with nothing, so I know I have to finish the job somehow,whats the least I can get away with? but he wants to fuck me!my legs go weak at the thought.stay in control, and maybe get him to come quick somehow, but first they need dessert, then I will have to think up another course, there is only one way I can think of of giving dessertI drop down onto hands and knees and crawl slowly around the room, I can feel their eyes on me, my cream covered breasts swinging, my back arched, creamy bottom in the air, I feel like starting to cry, but grit my teeth and continue, glad of the mask to hide my distress.I crawl between where dad is sitting and moms head, then crawl over her, she lowers her upper body to the carpet and allow me to position my breasts over her face, as my back arches I wriggle my bottom in his direction, and almost choke on my words"Your dess, dess, dessert is served, si vous plait" I have to force out the words as I feel her start to lick hungrily at my breasts, and I hear dad groan as he drops to his knees behind me, my bottom feels so bare, I can feel how my buttocks have parted and feel the tickle as cream runs slowly down between my open cheeks."Remember ze rules mes amis, no touching, just your mouths, si vous plait"I almost wish for one of them to grab me so I can flee the room, even naked covered in cream on the street is surely better than this"Oh" dads mouth has closed on me right between my upturned cheeks and he is licking the cream away, I feel him heading for my pussy, not my anus! no!my scream is silent, as I feel his assault of my most private parts.Mom is moving from one breast to the other, sucking and hurting my nipples, to ease the pain and almost to escape dads mouth I move down her body, I can't help it, but he follows me, licking and sucking noisily,Oh god!I am staring into her open pussy, shaven and so nude, she is pushing her hips up towards me [good god no! she wants me to, I can't even think the word, I have never done that, with anyone![/I]I can hear them talking to each other now, they are together, head to head at my cream covered pussy, encouraging each other on with disgusting suggestions."Lick me, please lick me, MAnnabelle, please I will pay extra, please, please" and all the time thrusting up at me, the smell is so, so sexual pouring from her. Annabelleextra! has she any idea what she is asking?!her legs are wide and she is thrusting her hips up towards me, the heat and aroma of her excited sex so close to me.behind me I can hear my father's panting as his toungue and mouth work on my most private places.Oh NO! NO! I can feel my body respond, I am fighting it but I can feel my tummy tense, there are two mouths working on me now, moms and dads, whilst I look down at her open sex, I am hypotised by it,no, no I was so turned on by the thought of Alan fucking her in a threesome in our bed. ther question was how to get there from here.I had begged her to lick my pussy while Alan licked off her whipped cream bikini bottom. I wanted my tongue there too but there wasnt yet room for both of us.Wondering if she knew who she was playing with, I glanced at Alan's unusual ring and was sure she had seen it and recognized it. But she didnt say anything about beinhg with her daddy and neither did I. I just lusted for her loving, and knew it was just a matter of time.Eventually it would all come out in the open, as it should - that I was a bi slut and wanted to have sex with almost every man or woman I met. Annabellemaybe if?the idea terrifies me but maybe I can arrange it so he fucks her, then I can slip away, perhaps watch, encourage them to finish each otherarouse her more, get her begging for itGritting my teeth I slowly lower my head to her, I am almost there and I feel her body go still in anticipation, feel her hold her breath, her aroma fills my head,I can feel the heat as my toungue tentatively tastes my first womans sex. Her sex is open, the lips feel swollen as my first lick touches her and the lips part like a flower opening, I hear her gasp her face is against my inner thigh and I feel her hot breath. yes lick her, get her close, then ask him to fuck her, I,m sure he will, yesresolved on a plan I lower myself, supported on my forearms, my breasts are flattened against her body as I allow myself to lick her, the juice tastes strange on my toungue and I can feel her clitoris, bigger than mine, start to swell as I lick, she is holding herself up off the floor to my mouth, as if afraid I will stop.Behind me, my father is licking my pussy!, I think he is wanking himself, but I am not sure,Oh God! I must not start to come, I will lose control if I come Oh God! How it excited me to have this sweet thing lick my cunt. I knew she knew just what she was doing she did it so nicely, especially when she sucked on my engorged clit. Where in the world had my daughter learned all that? maybe from having it done to her, and then again, maybe she was bi as I was. Like mother like daughter I thought as Alan moaned about how good her pussy tasted.I wanted to swing around into a 69 with her but with his mouth there, there was no room for me, until an idea came into my mind.Not knowing if Alan knew who she was, I just blurted out "Alan! FUCK HER! - NOW!"If he did I'd swing around under her and lick her pussy and his cock as he entered her, but I waited for the two of them to react to my plea.If that didnt work I could at least suck Alan's cock as I liked to do, and then the three of us would be in a circle pleasuring each other. Then maybe we could switch positions laster. AnnabelleI am so close I must stop, when I start to come I am helpless, dads mouth on me, his toungue licking meI am losing control as I lick feverishly at her, I can feel her reaching up to grab my bottom cheeks, opening me for her husband, my dad!"Alan! FUCK HER! - NOW!" As she shouts up at him between my open thighs I tense, undecided, panicking as I feel my fathers cock at my cunt. Feel the size as he parts my lips, she is pulling my cheeks open for him.He is part way in, and pauses,he is trying not to come, wants to be in me but is so close to cumming. No way, not inside me, no way!scambling away between moms open legs then turn to look at them, he is kneeling over her face, his cock in his hand, he had been halfway inside me, I can see him pulsing, precum oozing out."let me see it in her mouth, let me see her suck it, please, cum in her mouth, yes in her mouth, do it"please cum in her mouthI silently beg him, as he looks at me, lust in his eyes, staring at my naked body, as I lean against the chair, my open legs messy with chocolate and cream, breasts heaving, cream there where her sucking and licking left some behind, nipples swollen, mask crooked. Mouth panting.I know that if he does not cum they will rape me, without knowing who it is they are forcing I didnt want her to move off me, but there was Alan's huge cock dangling over me. It had just been in her pussy, but not all the wayHe leaned down and his wonderful tongue that had fucked her pussy and her ass was now in my cunt. I thrust it up as him as I took him in my mouth, but we did this almost every night. And, I did it every day while he was at work with one of my friends, male and female both.But I wanted her. I had wanted her since she started to mature into a young woman. Alan and I had even talked about it and I knew he wantred her too.I couldnt let him cum in my mouth. I wanted him to save it for her, either her mouth or her cunt or her ass, however it worked out. I was just keeping it warm for her as I mouthed him. She was leaning on a chair with her ass toward us, still with remnants of the chocolate and cream dollops on her.Alan looked up and crawled after her, just as I hoped he would. He and I could fuck later, and would. This was his opportunity to enter a whole new world, as it were. Annabelleplease cum, please cumI am willing him to cum in her mouth as I lay back in the chair, legs spread as I watch my Mom and dad in a 69 sucking and licking each other.He is on all fours looking straight at me his cock buried in her throat, I know he must be close, I can hear her gigging on him.send him over the edge, really show him some filthI tell myself as I spread my legs wide and lift one over the arm of the chair and allow my bottom to slip lower, opening my smooth hairless cunt with my fingers, one hand cupping my breasts as I finger fuck myself for him.I must not cum before him, please let him cum, fill her mouth with cumbut I am so close as he looks straight at me, devouring my body with his eyes. My white hold ups have slipped down to my knees, my body is naked but for smears of white cream and brown chocolate,if he only knew it was his daughter he would not look so lewdly at meI am so close my self as I but on the dirtiest show I can, slipping a finger into my own bottom, still wet from his licking, desparate for him to cum in her not me."cum da.. cum sir, cum in her mouth, you know you want to, look at this cunt and cum" I say to himfrench accent! not your own voicebut he does not react, does not recognize his daughter voice. Alan"My dear, what I really want is to cum inside this perfect pussy of yours. Your mother and I made it, and now we both want it for ourselves. Let's all stop lying to each other -- we all know who we really are."At that I removed my mask.I slowly slid the head of my cock into her dripping pussy, my mind racing. I was going to fuck... norapemy daughter. The lusty look in her eyes told me -- she was afraid, but she also wanted it."Have you ever had a cock this big Annabelle? Tell daddy how much you want this big monster." AnnabelleI am laying back in the chair, my own father is on all fours bewteen my open thighs as I urge him to cum, to fill mums mouth as she lays under him.I open myself, show him the pinkness of my cunt, try to make him cum, a cunt so close to cumming, but is is no use, I am mesmerised as he moves closer, his cock springing from her mouth as he kneels upright, his hands gripping my thighs, pinning them open."My dear, what I really want is to cum inside this perfect pussy of yours. Your mother and I made it, and now we both want it for ourselves. Let's all stop lying to each other -- we all know who we really are."No, oh no, he knows me! all the time, how could he!Before I can react to the realization that he knows he is between my legs his cock is in me, I wriggle to escape, but he has me pinned, his mask off now as he lears into my face, cream and my own pussy juice still smeared around his mouth."Have you ever had a cock this big Annabelle? Tell daddy how much you want this big monster."No, no, no, not daddy, too big"No please daddy, don't daddy, take it out, its too big, tell him mummy, please" I beg mummy who is now kneeling alongside, she has one hand between his legs from behind, I can feel her fingers cupping his balls and guiding him into me. Her other hand is on my breast."Please mumm...."As I protest she just leans towards me, pulling my mask from my face as her mouth closes around mine and her toungue, coated with his cock juice penetrates my mouth.don't cum in my cunt, please, no pill, please"Not in my cunt! please not in there!" I beg as he fucks deeper and my orgasm washes through me, and I squeeze as hard as possible to try to push him out. My hands on his shoulders, pushing, as he tries to suck my nipple. Mum is so close, licking my face, panting with lust."Not in there, please!" Pushing fully inside her, I feel the head of my cock push against the back of her pussy. I begin to rock -- my cock not able to be fully buried in her pussy.She's tight. She's never had anyone this big before -- that's for sure.I rotate my body down, making my cock move up inside her pussy -- there it is. I can feel the head of my cock moving against her g-spot. I stop there, rotating my hips in circles, then up and down, then in circles again. I feel her pussy clench as she cums once. Then I realize:This is my ultimate fantasy. Her pussy is so perfect, I could fuck her for hours without cumming, or I could cum right now. It's up to me when I cum. I'm going to fuck her until she likes it. Until she screams for me to give her more. Until she begs me to fuck her every day from this point on.I push against the g-spot again, bringing my hand around her leg to play with her clit. I turn to my wife:"Baby, sit back and watch. This is MY birthday, and I want her alone for now. You can suck my cum from her pussy after I'm done with our little slut."My wife raises up, kisses me deeply and says, "Okay, but can I at least suck on her breasts, or have her eat my pussy?""Sure dear, but let me pleasure her pussy for now."Again, I feel 'Annabelle's' body culvulse as she cums hard, still begging me to stop.It will only take time -- maybe 5, maybe 10 orgasms more -- at some point she'll beg me to do this every day of her life, from this point on. Annabelle"Please daddy, please stop, not inside me, please daddy, it's anna, please"I have his face in my hands, close to his wet mouth as I beg him to stop, his thing is deep in me, fucking in and out.They are arguing about who should get what peice of me, disgusting talk about my body an what they want to do with me."Daddy let me suck it, suck your cock, save your cum for me" I wisper in his ear, desparate for him not to shoot inside me."Please, I'll do it right, please"If this does not work I will have to use the panic button, yes thats what I'll do, but they will all find out and I don't want thatI am practically flat on my back now, he has my thighs under his arms, mom is above me, staring, waiting for her chance, her dress hanging off her. I can see him thinking, so many choices."Anything daddy, but not in me there" I just sat back and watched and fingered myself while i watched my. husband plunge deeply into our little girl. I owed him that after all the fucking around I had been doing. I decided that on the way home i would confess to all my sins, but I also thought the way he was acting it wasnt the first time he had done this. I wondered what experience he had enjoyed ourside our bedroom. Maybe he had some news to share with me too, but now our daughter was a part of our lives, and knowing him, she would be from now on.As she sighed and moaned and thrust her hips up at him I knew she wss hooked as I was when we first started fucking. I couldnt wait to get his wedding ring on my finger, and only the press of his business career and maybe his outside affairs too, kept me from being faithful all these ears. But we had fun when we were together, and it was never like this before, and would be from now on. AlanI continued to rotate my hips, brushing the head of my cock against her g-spot -- "Baby, I'll cum wherever you want. Don't worry about me cumming inside your pussy. If you don't want me to, I won't. Just enjoy this."At that, I pressed at her g-spot even harder, pulling her hips towards me. I felt the head of my cock bend at the pressure, and I heard her gasp. AnnabelleI can see mom playing with herself, legs hanging over the chair arms,disgustingher fingers deep inside herself, even her bottom, staring at me as dad fucks away at me like an animal." daddy please, not inside me, please"so big, oh no! cumming again, please no, he must not know, she must not know what this is doing to me"please stop, no more" Alan"Tell you what honey. If you don't want me to cum in your pussy, why don't you let me fuck those beautiful breasts of yours? Your mother loves it when I do that."I looked over at my wife, and she nods. She has three fingers deep in her cunt, pounding away at amazing speed."... And that way your mother can sit on your face while I do it."I pull out my cock and roughly turn her over onto her back. "Push those gorgeous breasts together for Daddy's big cock."Jenny stood up, her pussy dripping wet. She lowered herself down onto Anna's face as my cock began to slide between Anna's breasts. AnnabelleI can see a glint in his eye as he pulls from me, I feel every slow inch as my cunt seems to grip to squeeze on his thickness as he withdraws. My sigh is long as he pulls free at last and an emptiness fills my lower body.good god no!is all I can think as he pulls me from the chair onto my back on the floor and he crouches over me like an animal.She is kneeling over me, looking up past her belly and her breasts can see her smiling at him as her hands reach down for my breasts and I feel the sticky wetness of her fingers grip my swollen tits."Fuck them Alan" she hisses and looking down I see his cock thrust up between my breasts the sticky wet head almost hitting my chin,"Oh yes!" he cries out as he starts to fuck my chest, "Squeeze them closer"I pull my face back to avoid his cock only to look up straight into my mothers pussy as she lowers herself to my face,no please god no, ple...my thoughts are buried as her wetness covers me, and I am forced to gasp for air between the wet open lips of her sex, and all the time her hands squeezing my flesh around his pounding cock,no, no...he is forcing his cock over my mouth, between my lips and her cunt, hot and smelly and hard, leaking stuff into my helpless mouth as she grinds down, and all the time there laughing and panting voices."jenny, jenny, turn round let me in your ass, let her watch me do you, then her, quick before I fill her mouth with cum"I think I want to die, no, not my bottom Always ready and willing to do anything my Alan asked, I swung around and again lowered my pussy to her mouth. Now my assshole was right over her chin. All I had to do was pull forward and the wonderful feel of her tongue on my anus would be mine. Then after she got it nice and wet he would fuck my ass, and drip cum all over her face after she licked his balls and my asshole and cunt.Such wonderful togetherness. I knew it was for a good many such sessions to follow AlanJenny's was bent over in front of me, her asshole begging to be fucked."Lick her asshole, Anna, lick it. Make it all wet so Daddy can fuck it hard."I grabbed and pulled on Anna's nipples, pinching them between my fingers, "Do it, now!" AnnabelleShe is crouching over my face, I can't breath as he hurts my nipples, I lick first her open pussy then her anus, but it is him I need to make cum.God, his cock again, he has pulled her cheeks apart and I can see him positioning himself, his cock squashing and bending as he presses against her tight hole. Suddenly he is in, I watch as it slides deep into her, suddenly it goes dark as she flattens against my face with a big sigh, I can't breath as her pussy is flattened wetly aginst my nose and mouth.My mouth and nostrils start to floodshe is cumming, cummin........I must have pressed the alarm button as I passed out,Dave, the manager, thank God, at lastI am laying back, supported by mom, she has her arms around me, I am sat between her legs on the floor, my head on her shoulder, I can feel her breathing in my ear."Dave, thank god, they made me.....""Thats OK, Annabelle we saw everything, the whole club watched on the big screen, you were great"big screen! watched? Oh No, please no"When we realised it was mom & dad there were members ringing their friends to get around here! Anyway some of the VIP's have come in to give you their, er 'respects'"Looking past Dave I can see men, maybe 5 or 6, all with their cocks out, hard and in their hands, Dad is to one side.this is not happening, please noI am almost fainting as I hear Daves voice, "Ok Dad would you like the honor of going first? these two pretty faces need a cream bath I think"My cheek is pressed to my mothers, her mouth is wide open, toungue flicking out at my mouth, I can hear her panting as Dad crouches above us, knees bent and starts to wank furiously, his cock just an inch or so away from my face, averting my eyes only brings me face to face with biggest cockhead imaginable, it is at the end of a thick black shaft, bent sideways and upwards, the guys hand forcing it down to point at me as he pumps it with his fist."This is going to be big" he gaspsBehind him they are all getting ready. Mom pinches my nipples with one hand and my clitoris with the other, she hisses at me, "open wide and keep it open young lady, or I will give them your bottom to play with"Out of control I can feel my orgasm start as he stiifens and the flow starts AlanThis night has been completely out of control...I think to myself, as I stroke my cock furiously in front of these two gorgeous faces -- my wife and my daughter. Jenny is playing with Anna's breasts and pussy, and I notice Anna begin to convulse again.I can barely get the words out, "This is going to be big"It's too much, I unload a huge flow of cum all over her beautiful face. Focusing mostly on Anna's face, I squirt globs over her cheek, lips, nose and forhead. Two large squirts go directly into her mouth, and I hear Jenny hiss, "Drink it down, you'll learn to love the taste of him."Anna convulses again, as the last of my cum drips from my cock onto her breasts, her mother massaging it into her skin. JennyI couldnt believe how this all turned out. I never expected them to put this out on the camera for the whole place to see, and then admit them into the room to violate our private partyI was a slut and deserved anthing that happenned but not our sweet little daughter, athough certainly not a virgin (at least not now), who was getting an initiation she might never get over. I held her and comforted her and loved her as my Alan sprayed her with his cum, and I expected that the rest of them were about to follow in his footstepsIt was time to call a halt to this wild affair, and I stood, helping Annabelle up, and loudly announced to Dave that I wasnt going to pay for ther party because he had violated our privacy. Let him send the mob after us, as I assumed they owned or controlled the place.I had resources too that Alan didnt know about. One of my lovers was the Chief of Police and another was the Prosecuting Attorney for the county. If I had to I could lean on them for protection.I screamed and hollered for them to get the fuck out of our private room, and threw on my clothes.Alan dressed too, and the three of us ran to our car and drove home. At that point I wasnt in the mood to reveal all my secrets to Alan, but had seen his own boorish behavior which indicated it wasnt all foreign to him either. Right now I just wanted to clean up and get us all into bed. All three of us in our big bed together, and let Alan's birthday end in a nice peaceful loving fuck with his wife and daughter. Annabellecan't breath, no, nodads hand is a blur as he wanks himself, moms hands are deep into my pussy, pulling me open and fingering me as he stiffens and I wait for the flood.An agonising pause as time seems to freeze, his cock and the black guys cocks are so close I can see the pulse in each of them, the 'eye' seems to dilate then open two or maybe three times then..It is like the sound of a train in my head as the first jet seems to hang in the air, then lands hotly on my forehead and I gasp out loud,"Nooo" but the second hits my mouth and makes me gag, then suddenly his cock jabs into my mouth, inwards and downwards into my throat so quick I cannot fight it, it pulses like a snake in my throat and I start to choke, then its out still spraying me..I hear cheers from the crowd of people as the black guy starts to spray, its like a hose as I turn my face away, mom and I are face to face as I see the jet hit her face, she looks like I mustface covered in white messy ooze, Oh mummy why, whyshe must see the hate in my eyes and I feel her hands leave my sex, feel her lift me up and shout at the men to leave, dad and her throw a towel on me and grab my arms, but I shake them free,"No, not with you, no more, I would rather stay with these honest wankers than be with you two" The last I see of her is her face, smeared in drying cum as she leaves with dad, and I turn to the men remaining,"Ok boys, who will open the bidding for a virgin ass?" JakeI had really enjoyed watching the scene in the room, the perfect sex kitten and her folks, incredible.The manager new I had been in a couple of porno's because of my cock size and was saving me till last, so I just watched as they bathed her with cum, but now."I have $200, and I don't mind who watches"I can see mom and dad look back in horror as I stroke my meat and wait to see if anyone else bids to go first, with that lovely virgin ass. AnnabelleOh no! I hadn't bargained on thatthe guy bidding is huge, I thought dad was big.The others kind of back off, just because the 'big swinging dick' is bidding, or because they want to watch.Mom has left but dad is kind of hanging back, watching from the doorway.please daddy, don't let himI look at dad willing him to be the one, suddenly faced with the monster dick infront of me, I would rather have anyone, even my own dad, fuck my ass.I feel so helpless as the men chuckle and talk, wanking whilst I stand there, almost naked with cum drying on my face, the taste sharp in my mouth. sorry - I got confused

Annabelles Surprise

A New Master (Heatherleash & Harry The Cat)

It had taken no time at all for the slave girl to realize that the slaves were in charge; upon entering the service of Master Reid. Master was a light, if that, term used for the man who never disciplined or used his slaves and had let his slaves take over his house. Even to the point where they were wearing clothes from his closet, where most slaves went everywhere naked with nothing on but a collar and the leash to which it was attached; though a few were made to wear clips or things placed in various holes,The Committee, however, must have found about Master Reid and his unruly slaves because Belle had been there for less than a month when the inspector with several guards arrived at the house. The Committee consisted of nine Masters and Mistresses who had been elected to keep the Masters to the rules , basically Masters could do what they wanted with their slaves but outright severe abuse or being far too lenient was not allowed. It was at the Committee’s discretion to determine what that meant for each individual case.Clearly though the Committee thought that Master Reid had been far too lenient. Master Reid , along with several slaves, those who had been in his service for more than six months were taken for retraining. Belle didn’t know what that mean but could imagine.Belle , along with the rest, hands were tied behind them, they were ball-gagged and a butt plug was placed in there asses probably as a form of less severe punishment. They were all given a punishment spanking, though also light, probably to give the impression that a more severe one was coming when they got to their new Masters.They were all placed in the back of a van; there were no windows so there was telling where each slave would be placed and none of the slaves were going to the same owner. It was clear that they wanted the slaves separated. One by one each slave was dropped off, leaving only Belle. She knew from overhearing the conversation that each slave was being placed with a Master known for being able to deal with rebellious slaves.She felt the van slow down and then stop, the girl was taken out of the van , a guard holding her leash. She was naked now, still bounded behind her back, still with the butt plug and ball gag in place. Any slight hesitation was meant with a sharp and swift feel of the crop on her ass.Once, inside they were meant by the man who would be her new Master. The inspector told her to kneel in front of her new Master, as was proper protocol for meeting a new Master, she stood there. Again she was ordered and again she disobeyed. It didn’t take long to feel the strong hand of the guard punishing her to the ground, soon enough she was kneeling.Belle could hear the inspector speak up as her leash was handed to her new Master. “Well, good luck with this one. She was there less than a month and is already this rebellious. “He seemed to pause for just a moment before adding. “Here are her papers. She’s 18. They called her Belle. Oh, and Reid never took her.”Never took her, meant that Reid hadn’t taken her virginity. She had been trained in pleasing a Master or Mistress, if needed, but the actual act of intercourse could only be done by her Master. It didn’t take too long, after that, for the inspector to leave. She was left alone with her new Master. "Stay there and be quiet!" Sebastian told her. He walked round behind her and stood looking down at her, his shoes touching her bare toes. The soles of her feet were filthy and a definite, unwashed smell drifted up into his nostrils. He read her paperwork carefully. It seemed that every negative adjective and adverb that could be applied to a slave appeared in the descriptions of this girl. It was a pity, she was stunningly attractive.It must be a year, he thought since he'd had what he called a correction job. It wouldn't be just a matter of training and teaching. This tasty morsel would have to be retaught; bad manners, bad habits and bad attitudes purged."Well, first we'll get you cleaned up, on your feet Belle."It had taken all of Sam and Sid's strength to get her into the shower. The two eunuchs were gentle but strong but a tranquilizer dart had been needed in the end to placate her.When she'd regained consciousness she'd found herself hanging by the wrists from two rings fixed to the ceiling. A spreader bar held her feet wide apart on the bottom of the bath.The two men stood waiting with soap and brushes. "These two gentlemen will now scrub you until you're clean and bright pink all over. Cold water too. Perhaps the next time you need to bathe you'll do it when told and a little more readily."Sid turned on the spray and Sebastian stood with arms folded. He'd enjoy watching the little minx get her first obedience lesson. Slaves were trained in many ways but they were also trained to take orders about everything regarding their lives. When that order was not in their lives they had a tendency to not take care of themselves very well. They wouldn’t bathe as much or, in her case, find it hard to do so when the other slaves had taken over the bathrooms. They wouldn’t eat well, mostly junk food. They didn’t get proper rest or they became lazy and slept all day. Really, they were kind of like children that had been made to rule the home; even if they were all really at least 18.She stayed on her knees as he had ordered her to do and rose when he told her to do so but the idea of being forced to do much beyond that didn’t sit well with her and the moment they tried to make her bathe she started to fight them. It didn’t last long…Next thing the girl was waking, unable to move, though she did try, it didn’t take long for her to realize that it was pointless. She started to say no and was met with a spray to the face by one of the eunuchs. They went about scrubbing her and spraying her, the water was very cold; the scrubbing brushes were stiff and harsh. She turned her head just enough and spat at the eunuch closest to her. What to do with this new acquisition? Train her for resale or keep for his own use? Eighteen and a virgin and his; she still stood with her legs held apart with the spreader bar and her wrists shackled high above her head. He was alone with her, his assistants had gone off to their quarters, doubtless to dry off and warm up after all the cold water they'd been splashed with.They'd secured her facing the wall and Sebastian stood admiring her back and her perfect derriere, she really was lovely. Bright pink all over from the vigorous scrubbing she'd been given, she was shivering. He clicked on the heat lamps, she'd soon be warm and dry.He reached out and ran his fingertip slowly down the valley of her spine, from the nape of her neck to the top of the cleft between her buttocks. He felt his cock stirring. He knelt on the floor and leaned forward and kissed her, first her left cheek and then her right. Her skin was still cold. He decided he'd play his favourite game; he'd not take her until she begged him to. His cock came to full erection as he imagined the cruel joy of denying himself relief while awakening Belle's body. A day or a week? Sebastian smiled, this was a game to be played slowly.Running his hands over her ass he resisted the urge to explore between her wide spread legs. It was an ass that begged to be spanked.He got to his feet and put on her collar. He clipped on the leash and began to remove the spreader bar. Her fighting had little impact other than to make the two helpers scrub her a little harder. She was now freezing from the cold water and could still feel the brushes on her skin even though the actual washing and scrubbing of her had stopped.Tied up and left with her new Master. She had no idea what he would do put was grateful for the warm lamps on her. Belle felt an odd sensation of warmth running down her spin and between her legs when he touched her and then even more so when he teased her lightly with a kiss to either cheek. She knew what the feeling was but the description from her training didn’t really do a good job.The slave expected her Master to tease her more, play with her more or maybe spank her but instead her leash went on and he seemed to begin to take her down. She didn’t really understand , why he hadn’t done more to her while she was chained up and part of her had wanted him to but she wasn’t going to say that to him. She would hold out as long as he would allow it, or so she though , at the moment. "Your behaviour earlier requires that you be punished," he told her as he unbuckled the straps at her ankles. "And this perfect bottom of yours is too good to resist."He left her then, still fastened to the ceiling hooks but standing now rather than hanging.Down in the basement dungeon, he chose a crop. He swung it, it made a satisfying hiss. The leather tongue at its end would be perfect for reddening her pretty ass.Leaving her with her thoughts and fears was all part of the punishment. He made a coffee in the kitchen and took it with him to his bedroom. He undressed, he liked to be naked when he punished slaves, a trapped erection is an uncomfortable thing. His cock was small and harmless looking when her re-entered the bathroom.She was still there of course. The first she knew of his presence was the swish of the crop and the sting of it on her left buttock. "You are required to count the strokes out loud That was the first of twelve. So, say, 'One, thank you' "There was no response so he struck her again, on her right cheek. He body jumped but she made no sound. Was she defying him? An angry red rectangle showed on each cheek where the crop had struck. His cock was erect again."Still twelve to come," he said, "and there'll be twelve more to come until you start counting."Puzzled and a little angered by her defiance he struck her again, much harder. Still no sound but she made little dancing steps on her tip toes as she struggled against the pain. "I could always turn you round and punish your more tender spots."He was enjoying this, he swung the crop again. Belle was going to be punished; it didn’t even surprise her that it was about to happen. It brought back something familiar from her training days but she hadn’t been actually punished in what seemed like a long time now.The slave expected it to happen right away but instead made her wait, she struggled a little more. Her long strawberry blonde hair falling around her shoulders, her light blue eyes looking around her, realizing that it was pointless but she would find a way to disobey him.‘Wap’ the crop hit her hard making her jolt a little. He told her to count; she refused. Another strike, no counting came from her.Her body was still in a nice shape, as, she really hadn’t been with her last master long enough to let it go. The crop certainly stung on her ass but she remained stubborn.Again ‘wap’ this time it hurt so much it brought her to moving her toes. She was in more and more pain and the threat of turning her around was heard but she acted as if it meant nothing. Belle was determined to defy him.‘Wap’ again. That moved her more and it was hurting more now.‘Wap’. Between the cleaning earlier and the beating now, her resolve gave in, and she let out a quiet but audible “One” forgetting the rest of what was to be said. He heard the faint "One" and smiled. A wave of relief went through him. Trainers spoke of the legendary untrainable slave and Sebastian always worried he'd find her. He loved the punishing, it turned him on but he shied away from seriously hurting one of 'his' girls. In truth he wanted them to enjoy the pain, enjoy it to the point that they seemed to welcome it. Done just right and the girl could cum from his punishment. At that point she truly became his slave, his pain slut.He was aroused now, almost beyond control. Her lovely nakedness, the red marks on that perfect bottom, the sound of that softly spoken 'One', the idea that he had eleven more strokes to administer. His aching cock pointed at her ass as if to tell him where to use the crop."You forgot to say 'thank you,' When you feel the next little slap Belle, say 'Two, thank you.' or we're back to one again."The last two, 'Eleven, thank you,' and 'Twelve, thank you,' had been said tearfully and Sebastian smiled. He'd enjoyed it immensely. Now the part they'd both enjoy.Gently rubbing the lotion into the angry red skin of her buttocks was not the way a trainer should treat a slave but he never could resist doing it. She was supposed to hobble away with a sore ass that throbbed and stung but, what the hell.He let his fingers go where the crop's cruel tongue had never gone. Deep between those firm cheeks, teasing her anus enough to make he squirm and then further. To his surprise he found her wet, very wet, the cropping had turned her on! Belle had responded in a good way. He said nothing, he was sure she'd not want him to know.Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and then allowed himself one last treat. Stepping close he slid his erect cock between her lotion-slick cheeks and began thrusting gently. At the top of each thrust his cock-head appeared at the top of the cleavage of her buttocks, leaking precum copiously. He thrust slowly until his climax began its first contractions deep inside him. He stepped back, breathing deeply. So close, so very close!.Her ass glistened, his cock bobbed with each beat of his heart. Belle mustn't know it, but at that moment he was her slave. Belle expected him to leave her there a while longer but she certainly didn’t expect the lotion. It felt cool and good on top of her sore ass. Between the lotion and the crop, her pussy, was awakened getting wetter by the moment. She wanted to beg him to make her cum, to maybe finger more or perhaps more but the girl wouldn’t speak those words as she was still playing the game of being stubborn.Then came his erect cock, she could feel it and it was turning her on more and more. She moved slightly with him, unintentionally but managed to hold back the moan that was on her lips. Some Masters didn’t care when their slaves came, at least, in private, but from what she had learned in training, most liked to have control over when a slave had an orgasm. Having one without permission was certainly punishable.He hadn’t given her any such permission and she really wanted him to stop before she came, thinking it would give him satisfaction after teasing her so much. That was the way the girl looked at what was happening at the moment. Then he stopped, all too suddenly, leaving her aching for more.She had no idea what would happen next. If he would take her down and have his way with her, make her give him head or leave her there much longer. Her arms were aching from being up there for so long and her ass was less sore than before the lotion but still stung a little, but the worst thing, to her, at the moment, was how much she wanted to be able to cum. He was delighted by her arousal, surprised by the sweet wetness he'd found between her legs. He ran his fingers past his nose, her fresh musky scent seemed to further swell his cock."You're body responded didn't it? Be careful if you're thinking about relieving that arousal. That lovely body is for the pleasure of your master, or, while you're here with me, for my pleasure. Masturbation is considered as theft because you're taking something away from your master. And theft requires that I punish you severely."He wondered if she be silly enough to seek relief with her own hands. There were hidden cameras and microphones in her tiny bedroom. So he'd know soon enough."You have only to beg for relief and I shall give it to you. That would give us both great pleasure."She still stood in the shower, hands shackled high above her head, her long blonde hair, almost dry now, cascaded down her back, almost to her waist."While I have your complete attention, I'll list what you'll be taught here: To serve at table, to be a pet, a bedmate, and various other household duties. Also, so that you can know what you'll likely experience with your new master you'll experience the punishments," Sebastian chuckled at this moment and added, "whether you deserve them or not. Also most of the ways to amuse and pleasure that new master. A long list, but you'll not go hungry or suffer more pain than you deserve."He wondered about his own relief. His arousal hadn't subsided. The sight of her helplessness and that sweet crop-reddened ass was a continuous reminder of his need.He stepped close again and released her wrists and stood back."Now go and find Sam or Sid and they'll show you what to wear while you serve my lunch. This afternoon we'll begin your training. If the sunshine lasts I'll teach you how to be a pet and walk you around the grounds."He left the bathroom quickly, before she could turn round. The sight of the front of her would probably make him lose control, the way his body was responding. With her body responding the way it did, Belle was certainly thinking of seeking relief from her own hands. As he spoke about how that would amount to a severe punishment , she remained silent , really the girl knew that would probably be the case. She was wondering how he would know if she just went to her bed room and took care of it, not, thinking there might be equipment in their recording her.He might have slightly broken her will but not enough, yet , to beg him to fuck her. She was determined to hold out on him, she could give it enough time, the feeling would go away. at least she thought she could hold off that long.He listed what he would teach her, she wasn't surprised by any of it, except the being punished even when she might not deserve it. It was his right , obviously, but she hadn't really experienced that, yet.With her wrists released, she rubbed her wrists as he gave her her next order. She left, to find Sam or Sid with thoughts of what it might have been like if she had just begged him going though her mind.It took a few minutes but the girl eventually found Sam. After telling him what had been ordered of her, she waited for what Sam would tell her. Sam was always surprised that his body failed to respond to the nakedness of the girls his master trained. It saddened him too. They'd taken away his manhood but he still found the girls beautiful, especially this new one. He longed to brush her long hair. She really was lovely, what would it be like, he wondered, to feel the animal longing to possess her?"Follow me."He led her to her room. She'd obviously not noticed the closet door or maybe not yet even been to her room. The closet was huge, far bigger than her small room.Sam waved a hand round the closet. "Some outfits will be too big, some too small. I suggest you incline towards garments that are a shade too small, the master has a fondness for girls in clothes that emphasize her figure."He watched her as she gazed in wonder at the three sides of the closet. There was a seemingly endless collection of clothes. "You are required to play many parts as a female slave." Sam listed some as he pointed to each. "Waitress, French maid, schoolgirl. Here is lingerie for the bedroom, corsets, the master loves corsets, you'd look beautiful laced tight into one of these. Here's the harness for you when he wants you to be a pony girl. But for now we should choose a simple dress for you to wait at table. All the dresses are short of course."Sam pulled open a drawer. "Panties, lacy and plain and thongs." Another drawer yielded garter belts and hose."I'll leave you to choose but don't be late. Lunch is at one o'clock, be in the kitchen ready to serve at a quarter to one. Lateness will earn you a spanking at least." Belle, of course, knew nothing of Sam’s thoughts of her and no one had really called her beautiful before, even if the term would have been more than correct. Slaves were not normally told they were beautiful, except, maybe in private by their masters. Many felt it might give them too big of an ego, so, the best compliment they could get would be to make their Master hard or to be told that there body was wanted.The girl’s beauty had been unmistakable though from a young age and it made her wanted as a slave. Beyond her long blonde hair, which only had a slight wave to it, she also had deep blue eyes, her skin was clear and cream colored. Her 5’5” body had a slender but not too small build. Her breasts were big enough to be satisfying for her frame but held up nicely on their own, which was a good thing as slaves were rarely given permission to wear bras.She looked though the small dresses, taking Sam’s words into account, choose a simple, slightly smaller than her actual size pale blue dress. The panties were blue with white lace. She actually hadn’t been expecting to be able to get dressed at all but every Master had their preferences.Belle managed to get to the kitchen in time, for the moment she was being compliment but it probably wouldn’t last. She still had a stubborn streak that would make it impossible to not get into more trouble before she was completely changed back into the slave she had been.A woman, probably in her mid -twenties with long auburn hair and green eyes met Belle in the kitchen. Her eyes went up to the clock. “On time. Good.” She commented as if making a note to herself. “I’m Sarah. Here I’ll show you what to do.” The woman stood a little taller than Belle did, about 5’7” or so but was built a little heavier than Belle, not much but slightly. She was obvious a slave but Belle had no idea how long she had been there. However, Sarah was certainly skilled at serving and seemed to have some authority in the kitchen. Once Belle was told what to serve and when, and when it was time , she was sent out with the first item. Sebastian came down stairs and put her pet-walking accessories on the table by the French windows that led into the garden. He took his seat at the dining table and sat waiting.Belle's appearance took him quite by surprise. The little blue dress suited her perfectly. Ridiculously short of course and the bodice too tight. Sam had apparently giving her the right instructions.The soup went over her thumb as the bowl tilted and her reflex made he spill a little on the white, linen tablecloth."You don't put your thumb in the soup, one slap. Spilling soup, a second slap," Sebastian told her quietly.Little blue panties he noticed, as her dress swirled when she turned. With white lace, how very cute she looked, he thought. The bodice emphasised the fullness of her breasts. She really was a delightfully sexy girl. As she walked the pleated skirt tucked sexily under her ass with each step. He was almost tempted to forgive her clumsiness. But the punishment was going to be his entertainment that evening.By the end of the meal she had accumulated thirteen slaps, owing, as punishment. But those could wait."Time for a walk in the garden. Belle." He got to his feet. "You can eat when we get back." He crossed to the window. "Off with your dress and panties and you can have your pet outfit.When she was naked, apart from her collar Sebastian clipped a pair of cats ears over her hair. He picked up a butt plug that had a lovely plume attached resembling a fluffy cat's tail."Now, bend over and let me fit your tail." When Belle had first trained to be a slave, serving had never been a strong skill of hers and had earned a number of spankings , so to be honest the girl wasn't that surprised by it but was a little surprised at the number she managed to accumulate. He seemed like , what some, might categorize as on the harsher side not too much but Belle was beginning to understand why she had been sent here.Still, the anticipation of being spanked by him again, made her tingle a little just thinking about it. Not that she would have admitted that.The meal was over and he mentioned dressing her like a pet. She stayed there as he put on the ears but when he mentioned the cat tail and she saw the butt plug the girl just stood there for a a moment.It would take him three times telling her to bend over before she would, giving a little of the stubbornness that might be a while before it was taken out of her again. Having to retell her earned more slaps to be dished out later.Finally, the girl bent over and once the tail was in place began walking outside with Sebastian. Her reluctance was understandable. Perhaps this was her first butt plug, perhaps even her first anal intrusion. If so she'd been rather brave about it and he made no comment about her resistance. It had gone in easily enough once she relaxed. He'd lubricated it very well when he chose it. Now she looked perfectly adorable with the fluffy white tail jutting from her pretty backside. Her cat ears were white to match the tail and, apart from them and her collar, she was naked.He handed her a pair of knee pads, "Put these on, half your walk will be as a human pet and half as a pet pussycat, on hands and knees." When the pads were in place he clipped on her leash and led her into the garden.She was required to walk ahead of him and his eyes seldom left her nakedness."There is no litter box in the house so, if the need arises while you're a pet, you'll have to relieve yourself out here."A paved walkway wound through the huge garden. Their second circuit would be done with Belle on hands and knees. He stopped and, with his pocket knife, cut a long thin branch from a bush. He swished it and smiled, she might need encouragement.He wondered how it felt to have the butt plug inside her as she walked. Previous girls had claimed it was very erotic, he hoped so - it was certainly extremely erotic to watch as her tail twitched left and right with each step. He gave her a flick on her left buttock with the switch. The slave did realize that the plug might not have been lubed but was glad it was. She put the pads on with no problem. Belle walked ahead of him as she was ordered to and it wasn’t as bad as thought but the idea of going to the bathroom out here wasn’t something she would do, she’d hold it first. At least that was what her mind was thinking at the moment.The butt plug, being made to walk like an animal on a leash and the slight sting of the switch made the whole thing more erotic than she wanted to admit but she could feel an ever so slight tingling growing in her.While walking the first lap; she tripped but didn’t fall over a crack in the sidewalk. “Damnit.” The girl let out; before she could stop herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind, her first training popped into her head and she could only wonder if she would be punished for saying that word or speaking without permission. Her 'Damnit!' gave him the perfect excuse to try out his new switch."As you were probably taught, speaking without being spoken to is wrong. Swearing aloud is worse. The punishment is one stroke for each letter."They had both stopped and he said nothing more for a few moments. Then with no warning he struck her right cheek. "Say 'Dee' Belle." She was silent."Say 'Dee' Belle or the blow doesn't count."When they were done she had three angry welts on each buttock. One each for D - a - m - n - i - t.They finally reached the house. The walking circuit was done."Now, down on your hands and knees and we'll go round again. It's tougher than you imagine," he swung the switch, it made a wicked hiss through the air and he saw her cringe. "You will go all the way round and if you do it without stopping and without complaint I won't need to use this."He dropped the leash, "Stay there until I tell you to come," he told her. He walked ahead of her for about twenty paces, turned and said, "Come!"He got down on one knee and watched her slow approach. He loved to watch a girls breasts move when they crawled like this. A pretty sight.When she got near he stood up and stepped to one side, "Keep going along the path, I want to watch you move."Her ass, her thighs, the butt plug and its plume of a tail. She was almost impossible to resist. He could order her to stop, then kneel behind her and simply fuck her. A Tom cat mounting his queen. His trapped cock was a torment, he undressed and then followed her, his cock waving. He wouldn't take her until she asked but the temptation was awful."With those blue eyes I think you must be a Siamese." She knew that she was going to be punished for yelling out a swear word, even in reality it was a light swear, it still counted. Then came the ‘whap’ to her ass, it caught her by surprise and she remained silent.Another ‘whap’ and this time she spoke, her ass would be sore for days at the rate she was going. When finished the girl could feel the welts and knew there was more to come for her mistakes at lunch.She got down on all fours, as ordered. The girl slowly approached when he said come. It felt odd and uncomfortable but she didn’t complain or stop. When told to do so, she continued on the path. It was slow and the girl did have to stop about three times before continuing on.It was noticeable when he undressed and between the way he was treating her and his cock hanging freely made her grow wet and want to be fucked by him. Still, she didn’t say anything, she continued to crawl along the path though with the butt plug and the wetness increasing once again it was rather uncomfortable and she could only hope he didn’t notice but it might be hard not to. Following her slow progress was pure magic for Sebastian. The all-fours-crawl made her so unbelievably sexy. The play of her thigh muscles, the inevitable wiggle of her ass with its waving tail - her whole body seemed to be radiating sexuality. He loved it, how exquisite, how perfect she was!Each time she stopped he gave her buttocks a few flicks with his switch. His cock had responded and, fully erect, waved in front of him as if it was seeking her openings, all on its own.He closed the gap between them and grabbed her tail and began giving it playful little tugs. Not enough to pull the plug out of her anus but certainly enough to move it vigorously inside her. Making it fuck her.He wondered how all this was affecting her. Was she feeling only pain and discomfort? Or was her body responding. The jostle of her breasts, the butt plug's invasive presence, her nakedness and perhaps the sight of his erection, would all of these combine to awaken her body? And the switch's sting on her ass? He knew from experience with many other slaves that the body easily turned pain into perverse pleasure too.A circuit of the garden on hands and knees was hard on muscles unaccustomed to crawling. Young Belle must be getting close to rebellion he thought. "You may stop and rest a while. Sit cross-legged here on the path."He smiled to himself. This would test her. She be as exposed as it was possible to be. And the butt plug? She would really feel its presence, sitting thus.He stood, swishing the switch, its sound telling her to hurry and do as she was bid. His erect cock ,along with every hit of the switch and the way he had made her crawl was make her practically drip. How she wanted relief, right now but she was still stubborn enough to not give into begging him.Suddenly, he was fucking her with the butt plug, to her surprise it felt good, really good and it took every effort to not moan with the movements.The girl sat crossed leg , knowing that she was on display, and wondering if he could tell how wet she was. The butt plug was far more noticeable like this and her ass stung from the welts and how red it probably was from the switch. She eyed his cock, for maybe longer than she meant to do, but it was so big and hard and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside of her. His rigid erection proclaimed his arousal. But hers was less obvious. Her nipples were more prominent and there was a pink glow across her upper chest. But it was the glistening wetness of her open pussy that told him most. She was his for the taking, he was sure. But Sebastian had a cruel streak that let him enjoy teasing his girls and tormenting himself in situations like this. He'd not let her come and he'd not let himself have relief. That would come that night, for both of them, separately. He knew she'd get herself off in her room and he'd do the same, watching her via the cameras.But for now he'd try and keep her aroused until he sent her to her room. The pet-walk had to be completed, she still needed feeding and her punishment for mistakes as a waitress had to be administered.He moved to stand in front of her. His cock was only inches from her face. After a few moments her sat down, cross-legged like her.He reached out and began teasing her nipples very, very gently with his finger tips. She knew that the day was far from done for her. The girl hadn't forgotten about the upcoming punishment and just knew that he wouldn't forget either.He moved closer and his cock being so close was erotic in a way, he wasn't really punishing her with it but it almost felt that way.It seemed to take a long time but eventually her new Master took a seat and then began to tease her. It was more gentle than she had expected but still a torture in it's own right. God, but he loved nipples. Hers were so erect and hard, standing out so proudly. He ran his fingertips around them, tracing their outline. He wanted to suck them and nibble at them with his teeth.In his dungeon were clamps and weights and even suction devices, all designed please and torment a girl's nipples. But for now he had to be content just to tease them with his fingers. She seemed to like what he was doing. He sensed she was trying to remain motionless, to betray no signs of pleasure, but the look on her face and barely perceptible body movements told him he was pleasing her. Surely this must be increasing her arousal?He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled, drawing her breasts out into sharp points. He pinched and pulled harder. It must surely hurt but she was silent. He loved her stubbornness."Does that hurt you, or please you, or both?" He released her. Her nipples looked even bigger. He looked forward to having his cock between her breasts and tit-fucking her. He looked down, he imagined his cock would like it too.It was time to finish her walk. "You must be hungry. Time to give kitty her lunch. Let's continue with our walk." The girl remained stubborn, still and silent hoping that her own body wouldn't betray the arousal she was feeling.She wondered what his dungeon looked like, what he had in it. She was certain he had one, even if there had been no discussion of such things. It was just common that Masters did, some better equipped than others. Even her former, joke of a master, had had a dungeon. He had never used it as far as she knew and only the slaves who knew that they delighted in such things had taken advantage of it. She had been shown it but had never used it.The question came as surprised and she didn't answer at first but before she could really stop the words out came a little, quiet admission of "Both." But then she grew silent again.It was time to eat? She felt the need to get release from the urges she was having but didn't dare, not right in front of him. She got back up on all fours and continued with her walk with him. Sebastian suspected she was, by now, more than a little aroused. He'd seen the telltale glisten between her thighs when she sat cross-legged and she admitted that his toying with her nipples had some of the desired effect. And of course, there was that butt plug tormenting her whenever she moved her legs. He doubted she'd be able to make it through the night without touching herself. He suspected she'd like more stimulation even now.But, he was aroused too, very much so! Just walking slowly behind her as she struggled along on hands and knees, her cute bottom wiggling, with her tail waving and knowing how her breasts must be jiggling under her, were enough arouse anyone. She was tiring now and kept stopping. He encouraged her with none too gentle flicks of the switch. Her ass was getting quite red.When they got back to the house her food was ready and waiting. A big saucer of milk, a bowl of soup and a few squares of buttered toast."There. Food for my pet. But remember, no using your paws, you must eat it all just as if you were a pussy cat."He always liked to watch this; a new slave's first attempt to eat this way. So very humiliating for them. She knew that she would end up touching herself before the night was out as well. Even if , in the back of her mind, was the idea that he would find out...he had already told her that she would certainly be punished for such an act; along with the cumming without permission. Still, the girl wouldn't beg him to fuck her; as much as she wanted it.It was easy to tell he was aroused and she was rather impressed with the size of him.Her legs were getting sore making the crawling harder; it was struggle causing her to stop and without even a moment, *whack* the switch would come down on her sore ass.Lunch was a welcomed sight; the fact it was on the ground wasn't. Even before he said it; she knew that it would have to eaten like a cat. Having none done this before she almost didn't want to eat lunch but her hunger gave into it. On all fours she bent over the dishes first lapping up some milk with the tongue and then some soup. Then tried get a piece of the toast with her teeth but dropped it on the floor.This continued for several minutes; though she got slightly better with the toast after a few pieces. Still by the time she was done there was some soup, milk and toast on the floor and her face was messy around her mouth as it had been unavoidable. She didn't finish her food but did eat a good bit of it before stopping. Her thoughts wondering if she would get into trouble for the mess and the unfinished food; he seemed strict enough to do just that but she couldn't be certain. It was amazing, he thought, how erotic it was to watch poor Belle eat like that. The posture perhaps? Her vulnerability? And of course the way her ass stuck up in the air with the tail poking out of her anus, almost as if she was offering herself for penetration.When she'd finished he asked to just hold still. He carefully eased the butt plug out of her. "Now, go clean up, choose an outfit, something really naughty and come and join me in the dungeon."Sebastian was still naked when she eventually reappeared. He approved of her choice of outfits, she looked sexy beyond belief."This morning was all about you Belle, this afternoon you're going to entertain me." He pointed at his cock. His erection had gone and his cock was small and harmless looking. He glanced at the clock. "It's two o'clock, you'll get this little guy up to full size and keep it there until the supper gong. If it goes soft or you make me cum before then your pretty bottom will too sore to sit on."Dressed as she was, getting him hard wouldn't be difficult but keeping him that way for three hours without taking him over the brink? That might be a challenge. Her paperwork suggested a definite lack of experience so now she'd have a real chance to explore the male genitals. His genitals. It should be a fun afternoon, for both of them. And if she let him go soft, or made him cum? There was a rack of implements to use on her already reddened derriere and Sebastian was longing to punish her even though she'd been an excellent student thus far. Belle was surprised when she didn’t get punished for making the mess or not finishing her food; her Master hadn’t even told her to clean it up; just herself. She just nodded and went upstairs. Between getting herself clean and finding an outfit; there wasn’t any time to satisfy her own wants at the moment. She could wait.She chose a tight leather lace up top and a tight leather skirt that matched, both in black. Both were too tight and small on her but that was the way he liked it; besides she didn’t mind wearing these outfits.Soon enough she met him back in the dungeon; it was very noticeable that his erection had been taken care of. Then came his command; get him hard…that might not be difficult but Belle seriously doubted she would be able to keep it like that for that many hours. She didn’t have a great deal of experience and this was a difficult task.Still the girl went to her knees and began, feeling , playing with and using her mouth to toy with his cock and balls in an effort to get him hard. She looked good enough to eat. Now there was a thought! But no, that afternoon was going to be devoted to his genitals, not hers, or was it? He looked forward to going down on pretty Belle. A little later maybe. Taking turns on the brink might be fun.The laced up top was almost corset-like and emphasised he ample breasts perfectly. The too short, too tight little skirt made her legs seem longer and her ass bigger and even more perfect.She'd dropped to her knees so readily she'd surprised him and right away she was busy with hands and mouth. His cock soared to full erection in moments, so quick and easy that it surprised him."Easy, slowly, gently," he cautioned her, "if I cum you'll have a sore ass Belle and I'll have a limp cock and that would mean more punishment."Sebastian watched her trying to swallow his cock but she kept gagging which he found very sexy. He'd like her to deep throat him but maybe one of the kitchen girls could teach her that skill. For now, knowing his cock was teasing the back of her throat was enough. She was gentle with his balls as her small fingers played with him."Stand up, Belle, show me what you're wearing under that cute skirt." Maybe it was that she was horny or that she didn't want to be punished again at the moment but either way she, at the moment, did as he had ordered. She doubted her ability to keep him hard and not get punished but for the moment she would do as he asked.When he told her to slow down she did keeping him hard but more lightly touching him than keeping it going at it fast. He was bigger than what she had to suck even during training and it made her gag; deep throating was a learned trait with those who weren't blessed with it.There was a small reprieve and she stood, letting her skirt fall to the ground to revel the black lace g-string underneath. She stood with the little skirt around her feet. The tiny G-string was made of black lace, the little triangle barely covering her mound. Little curls of pubic hair peeped out. Sebastian wondered if he could keep hard until five o'clock by just looking at her."Turn round," he ordered her. Dear heavens! The string dipped from the waistband and disappeared down deep between her buttocks, completely hidden. Buttocks still reddened from the visit to the garden.He stepped close and let his erection nestle between her cheeks. He reached round and cupped his right hand over the swell of her lace-covered mound and pulled her against him."Perhaps I can arouse you too, Belle? If I was to slip my hand down inside the front of your thong would I find your pussy wet?"He released her and went and sat in the big leather arm chair. He spread his legs. "Come here and kneel between my feet and take a nice leisurely look at my secrets, then perhaps we can swap places and I'll inspect yours."He glanced at the clock and then at his cock which had softened a little. "Half an hour gone. Better hurry - a soft cock will mean a very sore bottom for Belle." She didn’t think anything about modeling what was under her clothing for him or turning around when he ordered her to. It wasn’t really a big production and he didn’t seem to care about that part of it; for the moment anyway.The girl didn’t’ shave; and he hadn’t required it of her, though, she did recall some Master’s preferred it , others didn’t and some didn’t care. The question wasn’t responded to but the truth was yes, he would find her wet…more wet than she cared to admit at the moment.Then he sat and told her to look at his parts; she just stood there for a moment before hearing the second part of it. The girl went on her knees in front of him and kissed his cock, before taking it in her hand and running her fingers over it; playing with it lightly to get it back to firm. There was something magic about having a girl kneel in front of him like that. She looked happy to be doing what he asked. The top she wore and her position showed the tops of her breasts to perfection.She bent and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she began playing with it and in no time at all he was fully hard again. It seemed to fascinate her and he wondered, not for the first time, how little or how much experience she had doing this sort of thing.His erection had come back in no time at all. Hardly surprising. A bead of precum appeared from the little opening in his cock head and he watched her touch a finger tip to it, and when she lifted her finger a glistening strand appeared between her finger and his cock. The further away the finger went the longer the strand got. Then it broke and he felt a tiny cold moment as it fell on his thigh. He caught her eyes on his and she smiled - he fancied she'd found the moment as fascinating as he had.There was lubricant in a bottle in a pocket on the side of the arm chair and he reached for it. "Hold out your hand," he told her and squeezed some into her palm. "We don't want me getting sore do we?"He taught her to stroke his cock the way he liked it, how tight to squeeze, how fast to pump him. "If you lose control and you know I'm cumming, squeeze my cock hard and it will stop me. Squeeze hard, it won't really hurt and if you're lucky I won't cum and after a while you can start stroking again. Then you won't get spanked."Keep this up for half an hour and maybe we'll swap places. But explore all you like. Men's balls are funny thing but be gentle, they are easily hurt but having them played with is so very, very nice. He leaned back and closed his eyes leaving her free to play with him. This wasn't the end of her being spiteful or would she start completely obeying him but the slave was fascinated by her Master's parts. And it was nice to have a slight break from being whipped by him. Besides, she had trained more for this scenario than the one that she had come from.She put the lube on her hands and gently worked it onto his cock; the left over being worked over his balls. As he said to do, she squeezed his cock when it seemed to want to cum for only a few moments then released. She was a little worried about hurting it even though he said she wouldn't.Kneeling in front of him with her hands on his balls and cock was making her wetter and she so badly wanted to touch herself that her hand moved off of his cock for a moment but then , realizing what she was about to do, went back to the task at hand. ((So sorry for the week's delay ....... endless problems with the snow, a roof leak and other stuff - worst winter the province can remember))Sat like that, eyes closed while this beautiful young woman brought him so close to cumming was a pleasure almost beyond belief. She was a natural! Twice she took him to the brink, twice she sensed it and squeezed the root of his cock, holding back the tide. It hurt, but not badly and it was a good kind of hurt.She still wore the tight-laced top and the tiny thong, he liked that and looked forward to taking them off for her. He sensed she was aroused. She was flushed dark pink from her throat down to the rise of her breasts - that was usually a sign. But her arousal was part of what this was about. He didn't want to take her against her will, he wanted her to want him, even to beg him to pleasure her.The stroking went on. Her clever hand massaging his rigid, glistening cock. Then she'd gently play with his balls and all the time, in the background, his climax hovered as his body sought the release he craved.The half hour passed and Sebastian wondered if he could last until five o'clock. He so badly needed to cum, his body cried out for release. Time for a pause. He gestured for her to stop and stand so they could swap places.With her seated, he knelt between her feet. A Master kneeling before a slave! Surely a first.The tops of her thighs glistened wetly. He touched the fabric of the tiny thong, she flinched. It was soaking wet. Belle was indeed aroused."Is there something you'd like me to do to you Belle. You mustn't neglect my cock but for the moment, perhaps you would like to touch yourself while I watch or have me touch you."Sebastian wanted to taste her, to kiss those wet thighs. His cock waved as the blood pulsed though it in time with his heartbeat. He suspected the joys of her pussy would keep him erect. He stared at the tiny fabric triangle that covered her mound and waited for her to speak. She had thought , for certain, that her ass would have been red from a beating by now. That there was no way she could have kept him from cumming for this long but she had somehow managed it. The slave was still certain that the spanking was a certainty; that she couldn't possibly keep this up for as long as he wanted.While, her Master was making her do things he hadn't just fucked her. Something else, she was surprised by. The girl kind of wanted him, she wasn't really certain about asking for him to fuck her but the girl did want it, especially, after getting a good look at his cock and how big it was.When they switched places; she didn't know what to think , then he knelt before her...though ..she still knew he was in charge but it felt odd and the slave couldn't have imagined that ever happening."Would you touch me, Master?" She quietly asked wanting to feel a part of him on her, even, if it was his fingers. She was asking him to touch her! How strange, he thought, it was his right to do anything to her short of permanent injury and to have her do anything for him. And yet the simple request had come despite her training. But he realised he'd asked her if there was anything she wanted. They'd both broken basic rules.They were both aroused, both wanting, needing gratification. His arousal wasn't likely to subside while he knelt there with her sex inches from his face. He supposed the five o'clock deadline was safe. This wasn't how he'd planned it but there was no way she could have kept handling him that way without him cumming uncontrollably. So he'd focus on her, practice his techniques, perhaps even try and keep her on the edge until five.The little triangle of black lace barely covered her mound. He longed to peel it aside and expose her but despite his longing this was meal to be eaten slowly. He bent and kissed her in the centre of the scrap of cloth. He heard her gasp and felt her body tense. Was she thrusting her hips up slightly to meet his mouth?Her musky scent filled his nostrils and his cock seemed to respond. Was it possible to cum from just being aroused? To cum with touching or being touched?Sebastian turned his head and kissed the top of one thigh and then the other. He licked her soft moist skin, tasting her. He kissed and licked all over her thigh tops.At last, unable to resist any longer, her hooked a finger under the side of the thong and pulled it aside, exposing her. With her legs spread wide she was open. Her labia were like exotic flower petals. She was pretty pink inside and she glistened, her pussy was like a dew drenched orchid. Beautiful, utterly beautiful.With lips and tongue he explored, kissing teasing, sipping her nectar, knowing her arousal must be rising. Her clit was there, seeming to beg for loving but he carefully avoided it. Nipping her lips with his teeth, pretending to take little bites from her and all the while his cock kept its heat and hardness, it was begging too. But he kept teasing her and himself."You have a beautiful pussy Belle," he told her, "it's perfect."He began stroking her soft curls with the backs of his fingers, deliberately teasing her, keeping away from her open pussy, letting her wonder if perhaps he was finished. Would she beg for more or be good slave and be silent?Still two hours 'til five. Could either of them last that long? He kept stroking her pubic hair but brought his face close to her pussy again, letting her feel his breath on her. He had asked her what she wanted? It seemed strange to her but she had been taught when asked a direct question to answer. That was what she had done. She was following what she knew and her training had been broken anyway, even though, it was slowly coming back.She was wet and part of her wished he would just make her go down on all fours and fuck her . Part of also wished to feel his mouth on her. He teased her, over and over again. She moaned lighty and moved to his touch. She wanted more…more stroking…more of him on her.The wetness became more and more until it was dripping off of her. She couldn’t stand it anymore…she wanted to be able to cum really badly. A quiet..breathy…”Please….Master…” came out of her mouth as she moaned and moved more and more to what he was doing to her body Sebastian wasn't a cruel man. Among the slave traders he was sometimes thought of as a little soft. But he did like to tease and torment his slaves sometimes. Like foreplay, it was the spice that made the meal perfect. Orgasm denial was his favourite. A masochistic streak in himself made him enjoy being subjected to it every bit as much as he enjoyed watching one of his girls endure it. The explosion, when it came, was worth the cruel waiting.He'd developed it to a fine art, able to take himself to the brink without going over. He'd learned too to judge the moment when to make his captive draw back.Belle was near to begging now for release. 'Please Master,' she'd said and he knew she meant 'Please Master let me cum, make me cum.' She might even have meant, 'Please fuck me now Master.'Sebastian would do neither and nor would he allow himself to reach orgasm. Not for the next two hours, maybe for longer.He got to his feet. "Stand up Belle."He slowly began unlacing her top. It was tight and as he undid the laces the front opened under the pressure from her confined breasts. Finally he opened it, exposing her. He breathed in. "They are lovely Belle, beautiful." They were, full and tight skinned, big enough to swing a little with their weight. Her nipples were big and dark pink. They jutted, obviously engorged already by her arousal."Do you know a girl can cum just from having her nipples played with? Now, stand with your feet wide apart. Yes like that, a little wider. Now, I'm going to make you nearly come. Would you like that Belle? Would you like to nearly come?"With her feet apart she'd not be able to stimulate herself by squeezing her legs together, much as she'd want to.God but he was hard! He longed to touch himself or order her to do it. His erection had never even begun to soften. But he'd let her pleasure him after this little scene had played out and see how close he could get.A drop of her juice fell from her. He saw it, a tiny glistening drip from her pubic hair onto the carpet. She was indeed excited. Her body was readying her for mating but her lovely body was going to have to wait a long while yet."Now," he whispered, "let's see how close I can get you my lovely Belle."He reached out and began flicking her nipples up and down by wiggling the middle finger of each hand. He saw her shoulders begin to move as her body responded to this gentle abuse. Her nipples were hard and he watched as they appeared to swell and to jut out further as he flicked them. His cock seemed to harden too. Just watching her teats being wiggled was so very erotic. They begged for suckling ... but not yet.He paused and reached down with his right hand and caught some of her wetness on his fingertips. He anointed her nipples with her own wetness, running his fingertips over and around the hard nubs. He played thus for a while, resting his aching fingers. Then, he began to flicking again, knowing she must be feeling the jolts going from breasts to pussy. Knowing the arousal must be building. She'd beg again ..... she'd beg again, soon

A New Master (Heatherleash & Harry The Cat)

Mistaken Identity (Life on Mars_butterfly0408)

"You look tired demon..." Morgana taunted as she defensively stalked about the temple, drawing him ever closer to his demise. So far so good. He had fallen right into her high priestess's perfectly laid trap.Everyone in the village below was in on it. The only thing she had not anticipated was how the temple would suffer in their battle as it had been taken high on the hill to it. It would not be able to be used after this. Soon it would be nothing but ruins and the final, eternal resting place of the demon before here. A few hundred more feet and he would walk right into the center of the binding circle she had already place for him. Only one word from her lips as he reached the center and he'd be trapped forever in a stone statue. A fitting punishment for him."Come now demon, I am hardly winded," she taunted further as she lead him right though the circle. Just a bit more, "Do not disappoint me now. Come forward and fight me." "I have more than enough strength to finish you, witch." Broderick spat back as he took another step forward. He was dressed in black leather and furs, stained with the blood of a few reckless villagers who ad dared to interfere with his battle. His gripped his large claymore tighter as he followed the priestess through the temple grounds. "I will kill you here, there return to the village you you tried in vain to protect and slaughter the men," his evil smirk grew wider, " and make whores of it's women."He picked up the pace as he followed her, his mind only focusing on his prey. He was barely winded from his pursuit of her, such mortal inconveniences long since lost on the blood-soaked battlefield of his past. "Stand still woman so that we may fight!" A smirk crossed Morgana faces. Five more steps or so and it would be perfect. Just perfect. "Come demon and catch me if you like. You may try at least, but you shall fail and peril." Only two steps now. One. And finally, "Eehtdinbi!!" she cried out. The word seemed to make no sense, but it did to her. It what a word she created to bind Broderick. One only she knew and could use against him. And it worked perfectly, just as planned.The moment the word was spoken, the circle she had so carefully drawn and hidden came to life below him and chains of her power wrapped around him, twisting and bending him as they stilled him into a statue of living stone. He had only a few seconds left before he would be still forever. Morgana approched, drawing a knife to finish the binding once he was frozen. "Any last words for the world demon?" she asked, that smirk nice and wide on her lips now. "I will enjoy killing you, treacherous witch!: he snarled as he unwittingly stepped into the center of her trap. He only paused when she shouted her word of power, feeling his feet lodge themselves into the ground and refuse to move."What sorcery is this!?" He screamed in rage, his body contorting and flailing as he felt the tendrils of her power snaking through his body. The magic coursed through his veins and strangled his nerves causing him to scream in agony. In a last attempt to slay her he swung his sword though the air, only to have his arm freeze in mis-slice leaving him holding the bloody blade tightly in his grip.He heard the blade being drawn before he saw it and turned his eyes in his still head towards Morgana. "Any last words for the world demon?" He heard her ask, her victory secure. He had no words for her, all he had was but into a primal scream that came from the depths of his soul. It was filled with all his hatred, rage, and blood lust and echoed throughout the town sending villagers running to their homes in fear. It was all directed at her, but it was all for nothing if he could not move. "How fitting," she commented on this cry of death. It was the last thing he heard before the spell took a final hold. He was stone through and through. Taking the knife, she cut open her own palm and held her bleeding hand to his stone chest. "My blood binds thee. Forever and eternally. Cast in stone." It was done. Broderick was defeated. With her head high, Morgana left the temple, returning to a heroes welcome at the village below. Finally, all was right again...The years passed. The village grew, prospered with the defeat of Broderick. Centuries pasted, wars were fought, and in the blink of an eye it was the new millennium. That little village was now a fairly large country town. A tourist spot. The highlight of which was the ruins of the once great temple. The centerpiece, the great stone demon.Diana grew up in the town. She knew the ruins well. Something about them always seemed to call to her. Drawing her to the statue all the time. She would gaze up at it and swore from time to time it gazed back. A life in the eyes of it. Impossible.This was was just like another other day. Diana gazed up at the stone demon and could not help but reach her hand up to touch the stone blade in his hand. "Ow!" she said as a sharp pain coursed through her hand. She had cut herself on the stone and a few drops dripped onto the stone of the statue. Thinking nothing of it. She quickly left to wrap her cut...But something terrible had just taken place. The great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great niece of Morgana... the carrier of Morgana's blood had touched the statue with ancient blood and the spell.... was broken. Slowly, the blood seeped into the stone. Within a few hours, Broderick would be free once more. And find himself in a whole different world then what he last saw.((OOC: I figured it might be kinky to have him come in search of Morgana, find Diana and drag her back to the temple. Mmmm. At least I think that's kinky)) ((sounds kinky to me =) ))An eternity. That was what it felt like trapped inside the stone enchantment. Time barely passed at all in his prison, the visions that passed through his cold, stone eyes seeming more like dreams than true sight. As the centuries passed only one thought stayed with him, kept him from slipping away into the void: vengeance. It came without warning. His blade had called out to him, feeling flesh yield underneath it's frame for the first time in over a thousand years. Then taste of blood filled his mouth.Then, agony.His stone skin began to crack, and in the eyes of the moon Broderick burst shed his prison sending stone fragments thought the air in an explosion of light. His sword his the ground, embedding itself in the rock underneath them as he collapsed to the ground. In his first moments of living again his lungs held no air, his veins no blood. He struggled on the ground, writhing in agony but desiring it to never end, the joy of simplyfeelingagain making him want to howl. Then, with one gulp of air his lungs filled and his heart began to pump and Broderick looked to the full moon and let out a scream not heard since the ancient times but still filled with that horrible promise. He echoed throughout the town like it had once before, and for a single second it's inhabitants paused what they where doing to look to the hills. It was over as soon as it began though, and they returned to their duties.Grasping the hilt of his sword Broderick dipped the finger of his gauntlet into a small drop of blood on the ground. Raising to his nose he sniffed, grinning at the familiar sent. The hunt was on. Diana was lounging on her sofa in her little one bedroom apartment, reading a book and listening to the sound of the TV, even though she was not watching it. Only in a pair of PJs to make herself more comfortable, she was getting to a great piece of the book. A battle pending, ready to break and then.... something. She paused from her book and looked up. Something was, wrong. Something was in the air. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.Setting her book down, she rose from the sofa and went out on the little balcony that looked towards the hills. The air was cool, especially in her tank top and shorts, her bare feet to boot, but something seemed to call to her. Taking a deep breath, she gazed into the night. The full moon lit up the sky and the ruins glowed on high. Something... was coming. She did not know how she knew it, but she did. Things had changed.Broderick no longer recognized the countryside. The trees were different, as was the air. It carried with it a strange sent that burned his nostrils, soot and ash, and something he couldn't place. He ventured into the town, his large form hidden in the shadows between buildings and behind fences. He knew not how long he had been imprisoned, how long Morgana had to prepare for his return, but he would not be tricked so easily a second time.His sword was sheathed at this side and as he moved through the strange buildings with their smooth roads of stone his armor kept silent, for he knew how to remain unnoticed to the eyes of mortals. He sniffed the air, watching a metallic beast roll as fast as a horse, but drawn by nothing.He did not understand this strange magic, nor did he care. Only one thing mattered in his mind.The farther he traveled the more he realized This was not the village he attacked all those years ago. He knew he was in the right place however, could feel it in his bones, for only one creature hadthatscent.Jumping over a fence he landed in an alleyway next to a three story building. He looked up to the highest window, knowing she dwelled within. As he gripped the handle of his sword tightly, his lust for vengeance commanding him to burst in and attack. As he though this a dog appeared at the end of the alley, growling and barking at the force of evil it sensed. Faster that any man could he drew his sword and silenced the mongrel, moving to the shadows to see if he was noticed. The dog barking from below was always so annoying. The neighbors dog. Ugh, she wished it would just shut up. And then, with one final yelp, it did. How odd. It usually barked for hours this time of night, but she did not think a second thought on the matter. She was too tired to care about the mean mutt.Turning out the light and shutting off the TV, she turned in for the night to her bedroom. Curling up under the covers, she rested her head against the soft pillow and gazed a little while through the window, mesmerized by the light of the full moon as it cast itself in upon her in bed. A few minutes later she was peacefully asleep. Nothing. He smiled to himself and made his way to the wooden staircase that led to her door. The wood creaked under his frame as he made his way up. He was surprised Morgana would have such an easy access to her home, but he did not overlook his good fortune. When he reached the door he pressed his ear against it, listening for movement. She was inside, he could feel it.Lining up his shoulder he slammed his bulk against the door frame, breaking it off it's hinges and sending it falling to the floor. He stood in the room, drawing his sword and looking for his foe. "Morgana! I've come for you!" Diana sprang up and awake right away as her eyes tried to focus in the darkness of the room. What was going on?! Feeling for the lamp next to the bed, she turned it on and quickly hopped out of her bed, heading for the door leading to her living room. "What the hell-" she opened the door without thinking and half exiting the bedroom as she flipped on the lights in their as well, giving her a nice view of him. She froze.A million things rang through Diana's head all at once, but one thing was dominate over all other things. I must be dreaming. The man standing before her was the statue. The demon statue from the ruins. There was no denying it. She had seen the statue since she was young, she know the dark, handsome figure anywhere. And since that was impossible, she had to be dreaming. Perhaps it was one of the erotic dreams? Her eyes lowered then to his blade.... that didn't seem like it belonged in an erotic dream. This must be a nightmare!Reacting as quickly as she could, she retreated back into her bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her. Had to be dreaming! Had to be dreaming! When the light flared through the open door he shielded himself, expecting some sort of attack only to find nothing assaulted him. Then he saw her, Morgana in the flesh. There was no denying who she was. Her dress may be different, but that face and smell...it had to be her.She looked terrified of him, as well she should. He had waited to long for this moment. "Morgana!" he roared at her as she closed the door, "do not think you can run from me!" Surging forward he raised his boot and kicked down her bedroom door, shattering the wood and sending splinters everywhere. He looked down at her, snarling. "Remember me witch? I've come to finsih what we started." The force of him knocking in the door actually there her back and to the ground. Pieces of wood fly at her, cutting her arms as she held them up in front of her face for protection. Ow... it hurt. The cuts... hurt. This was not a dream! You can't feel pain in a dream! This was REAL!Now even more fear was coursing through her as she looked up at the man towering over her with his sword in hand. Diana's jaw hung open in shock a few moments, no sound able to form before finally, she screamed! "AHHHH!!!" The cry was high pitched and shrill, filled with terror. Terror and fear for her own life! "Don't kill me! I didn't do anything wrong! I don't know who you are! I've never seen you before in my life!" She struggled to push the pieces of door over herself to flee. Benedict looked down at her, anger and confusion coursing through him. Where was the fiery temptress who sealed him away? Who mocked him on the battlefield and confounded him at every turn. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat, picking her up with ease and hurling her to the bed. His sword pressed against her throat and could have easily taken off her head if he so wished. "You expect me to believe that the wench who sealed me away does not remember me?" he snarled in her face. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath on her face. "Remember me now, Morgana?" She let out the slightest of screams as his fingers wrapped around her throat before the grasp grew tight, cutting off her air and all other sound. That is except for the gasping then, a struggle for breath. When finally he let up just enough to breath once again, she found the cold touch of his blade against her skin. Panic filled her. He was going to kill her and it was a mistake! A terrible mistake! It had to be. He was calling her Morgana. "My name isn't Morgana!" she cried out before tears of fear started to roll down her face and she whimpered, "I-I'm D-D-Diana! And I DON'T want to die!" She was crying violently, her hands clawing at his hand on her throat to try and get him off her. "Please! PLEASE!" With a snarl he threw her head back, letting her lay on the bed as he backed away. This was not the Morgana he knew. His Morgana would never beg so pitifully, nor would she shed a single tear for herself. She called herself Diana...was he wrong?No. Her smell was the same as the priestess who cursed him. She had to be her! There was some kind of foul magic at work here and he would get the truth out of her, one way or another. Sheathing his sword he reached for the bedsheets she lay on, easily ripping the fabric into several long strips. Without ceremony he grabbed her arms and bound her wrists together in an expert knot. "I will learn the truth of this manner, foul witch, in the place it all began." He would take her back to the temple. How fitting it would be to exact his revenge in the same place she bound him. Taking another length of cloth be gagged her mouth and flung her over his shoulder, heading for the door. For a moment, she thought she might have actually talked some sense into him. Perhaps he realized how wrong he had been since he moved away. A sigh of relief rang through the air as she watched him put his sword away. Thank God, he had come to his senses. Whoever he was.Not!"What are you doing?!" she questioned as she watched him start to rip her sheets. Somewhere inside her, she knew what he planned with those now ruined pieces of cloth. "No! Please don't!" She said as he grabbed her wrists. Okay so NOW he was kidnapping her! Time to try and talk new sense into him. "I promise you won't get a good price for my ransom! No one would pay you for me! I-" The rest of her plea was cut off on a "HEY!" as he gagged her. All the rest then was muffled as she started to kick and scream into it.Where was he taking her? What did he mean take her where it began? How could this be happening to her? Bad things happen to good people! He stepped out into the moonlight, his eye's annoyed by the strange lights emanating from the poles along the road. Normally he would not have bothered with the gag, but he did not yet want to alarm the villagers of his return. He wanted no one to interrupt him as he took his revenge on the priestess. He smirked at the thought. Oh yes, this would be fun.Grasping the edge of the roof her flung himself up and over it, landing on the top of the building shaking her up but doing no damage. Looking around he bent his powerful legs and ran forward, jumping at the edge of the roof and landing on the adjacent dwelling. He landed hard but no worse for wear and ran for the next jump. Like this he made his way through the town, insuring no one saw him of his captive. Eventually he crossed the whole of the village and landed on the sidewalk. sprinting off towards the hills and the darkness they provided.He carried her like a a sack of potatoes up towards the temple ground, enjoying the view of her ass bumping up and down right next to his face. "Tonight," he told her, "you shall pay for trapping me in that stone prison!" His threat was lost on her. She had been unconsious for quite some time. From the moment he took the two of them to the top of her roof to be exact. One look down at the ground below and it was just to much for her. She was freaked out enough at it was, adding heights to that and just... to much.She hung limp over his shoulder then, lost in and un-natural slumber. In her dreams though, something strange occupied. She saw a woman in her dream. A women that looked just like her. She tried to reach out to her for it looked as if the woman was trying to tell her something. Some word for her lips moved, but the sound was lost over the distance between them. It was only now that Broderick noticed the state of the temple. It was nothing more that ruins, nowhere near the splendor it had been when their battle began. Time had taken it's tole on the structure, leaving it crumbling and fading away. Entire sections seemed to have disappeared since last he laid eyes on it. How long had he been trapped?Pushing it out of his mind he headed for a section of the temple that had been overgrown with vines. His sword made short work of them, revealing a stone wall with a hold in the middle. Reaching out he grasped the slab and with his tremendous strength pulled it forward revealing a hidden room behind it. It was dark and musty, the air old from being sealed off, but he payed it no mind. Taking his prey in hand he trudged on, sealing the door back up behind them.He walked through the dark hallway, entering a circular chamber with a stone slab in the middle, the length of human body and stained with blood of a thousand sacrifices. As he entered it seemed to come to life around him, the torches igniting and giving the room some illumination. It was here he placed her unconscious body, taking a moment to look over her features. She was truly a beauty, and the thin garment she wore made his loins stir for the first time in a thousand years. Smirking to himself he brought up a pair of iron manacles, untied her wrists, and bound them to chains. The were slack enough for her to lift her arms, but not enough for her to escape. He took a step back, leaning against the wall as he waited for her to awaken. At first, Diana stayed still as the stone she lay upon. The only movement from her body the rising and falling of her chest as she would breath in and out. After a few minutes, the chill of the stone and the air of the room started to effect her body. She shivered from time to time, but one part of her had a constant effect. Her nipples grew chilled and as so became like little pebbles beneath her shirt, poking at the thin fabric.Was not long after that, Diana finally started to stir back to life. At first it was just little movements, nothing more then squirming upon the stone. Then her head rolled a little from side to side and finally they opened. Her vision totally out of focus at first. The darkness of the room did not help it knock back into focus as well. But soon it was starting to get clear. And the first thing she say was her hand chained up next to her head, laying upon blood covered stone.With a gasp, her eyes went wide, forcing a full focus at last as she struggled to get up, but was stopped by her chain bindings. "No!" She cried out as she pulled at them once again, and pulled, and yanked! This wasn't happening! She started to pull so hard at the chains, the rusted metal cuffs started to cut at skin round her wrists. Through the whole thing, she had yet to notice Broderick watching her from across the room. "I wouldn't do that."His voice cut through the air like a saw, tough and grating. "You might damage your wrists and bleed out. Can't have that."He stepped out from the corner, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her nipples poking out through her shirt. He could not remember seeing such a provocative sight in ages. Composing himself he drew is sword, slowly circling her. "I've waited long in that stone prison you put me Morgana, it passed by like a nightmare. One I thought I would never awaken from."He moved closer to her, his leather covered hand trailing up her thigh. "At first I thought I would sin you alive, let you bleed over the ground and hang you in the middle of town." His hand traveled over her hip, moving up her chest. Her heartbeat was thundering. "Then I though I would cut off your limbs and feed you to wild animals." He grasped her face, staring into her eyes. "What about you, what do you think is a fitting punishment?" Hearing his voice, seeing him creep from the shadows, it made her only want to fight against her binds even more but for some reason, all her struggling stopped. All movement stopped for her period. Frozen solid once more. She listened intently to every word he spoke. There was that name again! Morgana! Who was she? Why did he think that she was this woman. And what the devil did she do to him that he wanted her to suffer so. "I told you before," she started as he moved closer, "I am not Morgana. I'm Dian-aahh...." her words blending into the slightly little gasp that shortly there after became a moan. The feel of his hand, the smooth leather of the glove, running over her skin. It was... arousing. She quiver and trembled a moment before the vile taste of his words ruined the mood and the moment for her.His vivid descriptions of what he wanted to do to this woman that had wronged him, it made Diana feel nauseous. "I told you before," she said in a voice as calm as she could muster, "I am NOT Morgana! I know no one by that name. My name is Diana. What do I have to do to prove it to you? Show you my birth certificate? My drivers license? What!? I swear to you I am not the one you want to harm! You're making a big mistake!" He growled when she again denied it, spouting off strange words that he did not recognize. He covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her from speaking to guard against her magics. "Again you deny it! But why does your face match hers? Why do you speak with the same voice." He moved in closer to her, "why do you smell like her...?"He tossed her head back, gritting his teeth in anger. "Have you kept me sealed in that statue for so long you have forgotten about me?" He drew his sword, cutting through the air in anger. "Did you forget about our battle on the hilltop, or when I nearly sliced your head off in the town square?" This girl had to be Morgana, she had to be! He would not be denied his vengeance! How could she reply to him with his hand over her mouth? Wanting to answer each question as he spouted them off. She didn't know. She didn't know. She just didn't know how any of it was possible. Perhaps this Morgana was a relative of hers? A distant one that she didn't know about? No that didn't make any sense either!As he threw her head back, it bounced hard off the stone alter under her. Josseled once again from the blow, her vision blurred once again and she groaned. "I... don't know..." she slurred a little bit before groaning once again. Something warm was suddenly against her head. "I think I'm bleeding..." she said as if he might care. Time was running out. If she didn't convince him soon, she'd be dead by his hand, she just knew it. "There has to be something. Something you know about Morgana that only she would have?" She tried to think, "A birthmark? A scar?" Broderick could smell the blood coming from her, a scent that was burned into the back of her head. She still denied being Morgana, and from the way she carried on he was starting to believe her. He rubbed his chin as he listened to her words, thinking back on his past battles.Ah, that was it! Reaching down to his boot he pulled out a sharp knife that had been concealed before. It was somewhat dull from overuse, but looked like it could still slit a mans throat with ease. "I stabbed you on the night of our first encounter with this blade. You escaped me then, and healed yourself with your magics." He stepped closer to her, bringing the blade well out of her comfort zone. "The scar remained however, for even your magic cannot do all." Diana sighed one of relief. FINALLY, something to prove she was telling the truth. She had no scars from any knife. All he had to do was look for himself and he'd see she was not this Morgana woman he spoke of. "See for yourself buddy. I have no scar and I have no magic."She never thought though to ask first WHERE the scar was located... Broderick was quick to act, no sense of modesty holding him back as he grabbed the front of her pajama top and ripped it open with his hands. The shirt ripped open easily, buttons flying off and becoming lost in the darkness. Her breasts shook under his attack, but he was more concerned with the scar. Ignoring any pleas from her he placed his hands on her stomach, moving it over her skin and examining every inch of her. He snarled when he saw only pure white skin, untouched by scars."RAAAAAAAA!" He screamed to the Gods, finding himself at a loss. The scar was not there. She couldn't be Morgana! It didn't make any sense!" Snarling he turned from her and smashed his fist into the rock wall, cracking the ancient stone and causing the whole structure to shake momentarily. Breathing hard from his outburst he slowly turned to face her, his anger turning to a entirely different emotion as he looked over her body. "You have some kind of connection to her, I know this." Eying her chest he loomed over her, evil intention in his eyes. "I intent to find out exactly what it is, one was or another." "HEY!!!" she screamed out as before she knew it her shirt was gone. Just, GONE. She didn't know really how it happened, but somehow, it ended up in his hand and then it was on the floor. She started to squirm as his hands searched her stomach, but then it turned to a shiver. The contact was the same as before. Bliss as his touch caressed her, even if it was a rough caress. When she saw the look on his face of disbelief, Diana smiled, "See? I told-" The rest of her words were cut off as his roar rang through the dark room.Diana went pale with fright! The scream as not human! The way he pounded and shook the room... what was he? This creature that held her chained up and unable to flee for her own life. She lay on the stone slab, her head turned towards him, watching. Waiting. Her heart raced, wondering what his next move was going to be. When he turned, the look in his eyes sent goosebumps all over her skin. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat, ready to eat. "I'm not her... you know that now... so you have no reason to hold me like this." Diana shook her wrists and raised them towards him, as if he would soon free her, "So let me go, please." He pulled off his gauntlets, letting the heavy gloves hit the floor. "You aren't going anywhere." Now that he was no longer blinded by his need for vengeance he could truly have a good look at her. She was just as beautiful as the priestess was, and looked oh so appetizing shackled down for him. He sensed something else about her, the way she smelled. Her reaction to his touch was not like the other women he had forced himself upon over the years.Pushing her hands away he grasped one of her breasts in his hand, his touch harder than a modern-day man's from years on the battlefield. "If I cannot sate my thirst for blood I will sate my lusts on your body!" Morgana must have sensed is return, her magic would have told her. Until she came he would allow himself to enjoy the tender morsel before him. His other hand held the back of her head against any struggles and pulled her forward, slamming his lips against her own in a violent kiss. He could feel her warm blood on his palm where she hit herself, but to him it was nothing new. Part of her was afraid he'd keep her still, even after she had proved herself innocent of being this Morgana woman. Part of her was strangely happy he did it. Shutting her eyes and shaking her head, she tried to knock that thought from her mind! No! She would not dare think such a horrible, perverse thought! And yet there it still was. And excitement in what deep down she knew he was going to do to her.Diana was shocked back into the moment as his hand firmly and harshly gripped her tender breast. With a hiss and a wince she tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was no good. The shackles kept her firmly in place, "You're hurting me!" she started, but only seconds before his mouth was ravaging her own, stopping all further vocal protests. The only sounds from her after that were muffled ones, a groan or two and then finally, a moan. Deep from within her throat, a moan of the starting hints of pleasure from his possessive kiss. She didn't know why she made her next move, but something, some instinct inside told her what to to. She parted he lips and let his tongue slip into her own mouth should he choice to go that far. She knew he would. He let his tongue invade her mouth, her moans coming as a surprise but not an unwelcome one. He let his hand squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers as he tasted her. He thought he smelled arousal coming off the girl earlier on, but didn't think anything of it at the time. Now that he allowed himself he could feel his own lust growing and was glad he hadn't killed the wench on the spot. He pulled away from her, licking his lips in satisfaction. "I'm going to make you my personal whore. It had been to long since I have felt the touch of a woman.Without caring what she though he dropped his mouth to her neck, licking and kissing her skin like a man possessed. His hands began to feel up and down her body roughly, uncaring if he hurt her. One worked it's way down her bottoms, cupping her sex and feeling it up and down. Diana's whole body started to respond to Brodrick's advances. She writhed and moved under him, rubbing her full length against him, a whimpering moan coming from her throat. And as much as she was playing along, she was actually attempting to resist! Not doing a good job of it seemed. For the more she tried to resist, the more she rubbed against him. By the time he finally pulled back, he left Diana panting, gasping for air. He head dizzy as she tried to make sense of things. His words about making her his whore took some time to register. His lips were already upon her neck and she was gasping out a moan, "Wait! What?! You... you can't! I'm- AH! OHH!" she basically convulsed as his hand grasped her sex. It had been a long time since any man had touched her like that. Now, her body was against her. It craved the pleasure he promised while her mind was still on the fence. "Don't! P-p-pleas! Ahh!" He sneered as he felt her body tremble underneath his. "You are no definitely no priestess," he told her as his finger pressed into her sex, finding her growing wet to his touch. "It seems I have captured a whore instead." His revenge could wait. After all, he had waited several hundred years already, why not enjoy his newfound freedom? Pulling back from her he pulled himself back from her, undoing the latches of his armor. The battle-worn leather and metal fell from him like a snake shedding it's skin, though he made sure his weapons were placed against the wall safe from her grasp. Not that he felt the need to worry.Clad now in a heavy shirt and pants he climbed atop the stone frame, straddling her helpless body. Grasping her head by the hair he forced her up to his crotch, pressing her close to the buttons of his trousers. "Now..." he ordered, his voice deep and menacing, "show me how you earn your wages, whore." Diana let a little yelp escape her lips as his finger dipped into her hot wetness, proving to him what she know could not deny, she was indeed aroused by his advances. Feeling him move off her body, she opened her eyes and watched his body be revealed to her... one wonderful piece of armor at a time. It was like some kind of fantasy come to life. Minus what seemed to be some battle scars, he was the embodiment of perfection. And he was... about to rape her.That realization was suddenly in the forefront of her thoughts as he lept onto her chained form and the words 'whore' finally hit a cord in her head. She was no whore! She was an innocent victim here! Like hell she'd play along. "How dare you!" She bit out angrily at him. "I am no whore! You can't treat me like this! Let me go!" Ah, so she did have some fight in her after all. Maybe her resemblance to Morgana was not only physical. He shook her head back, forcing her to look up at him. An amused smirk was on his face, deriving much satisfaction from her expression. "You will take me in your mouth woman," he told her, leaving no room for argument. "I could force you on your backside and take you like a bitch in heat, but I am feeling merciful tonight."Mercy. The idea made him laugh. He pressed his hard member against her face, waiting for her to start. "Do not forget who is in control. Either you take it willingly..." His grip in her hair tightened, "of I make you take it." "Mercy?" She actually laughed at the word, much like he did at the same time. "You call this mercy? You are going to rape me!" She stopped talking as he pressed his cock near her lips and she turned her head slightly away so that his cock poked at her cheek rather that her mouth. A whimper escaped her as she shuttered. This was a nightmare! But one she refused to submit to... yet. She bit her lips, keeping them closed. One last showing of defiance against him, but in truth, it was the last ouch of it she had. She was moments away from cracking in fear. He was growing impatient with her. He was in no mood to have a simple wench refuse him so, not when he had so plainly demonstrated his much stronger power. "You will take it in your mouth like the whore you are," he growled, pressing it her harder against her. "But perhaps a demonstration is in order."He let go of her hair, granting her a light reprieve as he took of his shirt revealing muscles hardened from the battlefield. Numerous scars adorned his body, medals worn proudly with honor. A particularly harsh one lay near his right side over his hips, and he directed her attention towards it. "I gained this fighting the Beastman that dwelt in the black forests of my homeland. He skewered me alive and left me bleeding to death. I dragged myself after him, stabbing him in the leg to bring him down. His head was on a pike by morning." As he spoke the shadows danced from the flames on the wall, dark images of his tale passing in their depths."I have killed gods and legends girl, and could rip your head off if so I desired." He loomed over her, his presence seeming to fill the entire room. "Now, take me in your mouth," He spoke of his violent battle with a beast of death, but all Diana could focus on was his fine chest, now exposed to her view. Her eyes were wide, her mouth went dry. He was the perfect specimen of the male sex and she could not hide her arouse to his senses. He'd be able to smell it even when her words denied it.Still seemingly memorized by the sight of him, her lips parted ever so slightly in submission to his will. It was an opening for him to push forward. Not like she could really do much but suck on her end... she was chained up fairly well. He sniffed the air, the scent of her arousal filling the cold air. He smirked at her, knowing she was fully aware of what was happening. "It seems you are just as eager as I am, my dear." His hands wrapped themselves around her head, thrusting his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She could do little else but take him there, but that did not matter. After several centuries imprisonment this was truly heaven.He growled low in his throat, moving his hips back and forth as he fucked her face. His own scent would be strong, strong enough for even her mortal nose to smell. He led his fingers dig into her hair, urging her on. "Use that tongue of yours, woman..." Diana felt strangely intoxicated. It was something about the powerful smell of his aroused state. She had never been near and aroused demon after all. Perhaps it was a normal thing? And it was only stronger with her being this close to his loins. Up close, and so far VERY personal really!Something about it seemed to tap into an almost primitive, instinctual side of Diana and her body. Almost like a part of her that was always there only asleep until he now started to awaken it. Awaken her. With a low moan, her tongue followed his command and tentatively started to massage along the underside of his cock. By the Dark Gods she had a wicked tongue! She looked like an innocent maiden, perhaps with a independent air about her, but she worked his shaft almost as good as any one of the brothel whores he had known centuries past. He looked down at her face as his hard cock slid back and forth, running over her tongue and as he pushed it in farther almost hitting the back of her throat.Her face was so much like that of Morgana's that he could feel his lust growing more powerful, more angry. That spiteful bitch had alluded him, but he would take out his frustrations on this little morsel until then. He made sure to keep his hands on her head, gripping her hair tightly. "You've done this before haven't you wench? You're quite eager for one who was fighting not minutes before." Like she could answer him with his cock so deep in her mouth. She only mumbled against his length, sending the slightest of vibrations through her. If she could have answered him, she could have told him yes, but not often. She was even surprising herself at how good she seemed to be doing for herself. And for him of course. But the truth really was, she did look like an innocent maiden for she indeed was. He would never believe she was, even if she told him. Not until he found it for himself. And she had no doubt he was going to make sure he found out. And soon.She continued to rub his cock with her tongue, but let him control the bob and thrust of her head. He had such a good grip on her head after all, she was afraid he might hurt he if she did something he did not agree with. Better to let him have the control. He could rip her in two. His pushed his hard shaft over her wet tongue, letting out grunts of pleasure as his head pushed a little farther each time. His lust was so great it was almost tangible, filling the air around them and causing him to throb inside her mouth. He was enjoying himself immensely, pounding her head with hard thrusts while his hands brought her forward. After centuries of imprisonment, with nothing to releave him, he had quite a bit of himself ready to let loose past those lips of hers.Of course, he planned to make this last."Use your hand," he ordered, the darkness around them seeming to change with his voice. The chain holding her seemed to slacken just a bit at the request, almost as if heading his words. Of course, that was impossible...

Mistaken Identity (Life on Mars_butterfly0408)

Hunting the cat.

Kathy Lake smiled as she climbed in through the window of the mansion. This was one of the easiest jobs she's pulled in a long while. The trellis running up to the third floor balcony had been a little shaky but it had supported her weight. The window opened with ease and she was in.Soft snores came from her left as she tiptoed across the room. Moonlight shining through the open curtains revealed a young woman, not much older than herself, asleep in a tangle of blankets. Kathy shrugged and moved across to the woman's dressing table. A large jewellery box sat on it, closed, but with the key in it. Kathy grinned, and lifted the lid.This was a mistake, She hadn't seen the key protruding from the side of the box, and as the lid was lifted, the key began to turn and the box began to play misic with strident chimes. Kathy closed the lid again, shutting the noise off, but it was too late."Who's there?" The woman in the bed asked sleepily. Kathy shrugged. This wasn't the first time things had gone horribly wrong, and she was more than prepared. The stiletto slid from its sheath in her boot and she crossed the few paces to the bed, nothing more than a dark shadow in her black breeches and shirt. The blade thrust up under the woman's chin, blood spurted and her cry of surprise was stifled before it began.Kathy wiped the blade on the woman's night gown and re-sheathed it. She shrugged. This was not good, because the hunt for her would intensify now, but she refused to leave empty handed. She took the offending jewellery box, carrying it back to the window where she had dropped her back pack. Back out and scramble back down the creaking trellis, pack on her back. She slipped into the shadows of the rhododendron bushes that lined the house's driveway, the scent of the flowers almost overpowering. Certainly more than enough to fool the bloodhounds now being used by the police.A quick scurry alongside the driveway to the gate, and out into the lane. Her horse, Nightmare was waiting for her. She jumped on, bareback, and rode off into the night, her long black hair flowing behind her in the wind. *It was as her clock struck six that Annabelle stirred. Her dark blue eyes opening sleepily to seemingly simply stare at the cause of the sound.*It is already morning?"*She half mumbled into her pillow , her voice becoming softer as sleep started to over take her once more. Her auburn hair rolling over the pillows and about her face in tangles and knots. Her leg lifting up to curl and wrap about the down cover. Her hands moving to strike off the sound as she remembered it was Saturday. She was due at work by seven. A soft groan escaping her naturally dark lips as she threw her pillow across the room to strike a wall. It knocked down several pictures as it struck it's target. Several heavy thuds hitting the wooden floor as she growled into her other pillow.**The relaxed foot that had wrapped about the down cover began to kick it slightly then angrily.*"Another day with that pompous gent who feels women are lower than the ground he walks on!"*Only a few seconds later a loud thumping starts to sound fromt he other side of the door.*"Madam Annabelle you are requested to come to the station promptly. There has been another robbery."*The intruder gave her no time to respond as she heard the heavu thump, thump, thump of heavy boots strike against the wooden floors outside.*"I shall also have to chat to Mrs Tepworth about letting them in without informing me first."*Despite her annoyed words she rose from her bed, quickly stripping, washing and starting to change within minutes. Her hair tied back into a plaitt then rolled up to be discreetly hidden beneath a hat. She dressed in a light, simple blouse, jacket and simple but fasionable skirt that came down to her ankles and flared out slightly to touch the floor. Pulling her shoes on as she ran out of her room door.*"Another one? So soon? I wonder what he shall make of this one."*Her voice falling to one of dislike once more. Her lips tightening to a thin line though turned into a warm smile as she found herself outside the station.*"Domesticated, delicate , weak stomached female. Part five." Edmund Worthington was called the greatest detective of his time, and he wallowed in every bit of the publicity that it garnished him. Sure, it wasn't the stage, but had it not been said that great actors fooled the theatre, whilst the greatest actors fooled the world? He was sure that had been said somewhere, by someone rather important. If not, why, it out to have been. To be truthful, his memory for such things was dreadful. Frankly, his memory for all things was less then brilliant. He scowled at the thought, and reached for his pocket watch."Damnable girl," he growled softly, "I've been here a quarter hour already. Where the devil has she got off to?"Edmund stalked the lobby of the constabulary with his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched about a pipe. His stance and demeanor made him look as if in serious, uninterrupted thought, and when had the reputation that he had, that was enough to keep anyone from asking any curious questions while he waited for his secret weapon to arrive. It did not bother him, the unethical nature of their deal; yes, the girl did the real work in these cases, but without his name, without his stage presence, she would never have been taken seriously as a detective. That he should get both fame and half the earnings of their cases was but a small price for the grace of his being. At last, he spotted her outside the station, and he stormed to the door, catching her eye and beckoning her indoors. *A ever so faint smile touched her lips, before moving she slipped hand into a pocket, taking out a simple but chunk pair of glasses. The lenses though did not help her sight as her eyes were fine but it seemed to aid her in keeping her under the radar from any police officers. Often off putting and quite ugly to say the least but they worked to her advantage. She noticed the beckoning a brief moment passing before she pushed the door open and entered the bulding. Though she carried herself well she had to prevent herself walking to eagerly or too aggressively. Her steps almost delicately placed and planned out. After all ..all she was , was his assitant, a pretty face who could write and clean up oh and sometimes do other menial tasks befitted her gender.**She puts such thoughts aside before her frustration could peak and her annoyance at such conditions would show. She had wanted this after all. It was the only way to do the work she loved, even if Mr Worthington gained the praise, the trust and the money of the people while she was barely giving a second glance if even at all a first once it was noted she was indeed female.**She moved to stand in front of him bowing her head curtly with a light smile.*"Good morning Detective. I hear there has been another robbery." "Not JUST robbery, my dear Annabelle," Edmund answered loudly, catching the attention of anyone within earshot, "Muuuuurder!"He was quite pleased with the melodramatic flair with which he spoke the last word, and it was all he could do to keep from smiling and bowing to the shocked and attentive audience of constables and reporters that had entered the room. He saw a frown of disapproval from the chief inspector - ah, apparently the murder was not yet public knowledge. Oh well, Edmund thought. Who better than to make the announcement than he?"But fear not, my friends. Edmund Worthington is on the case, and this vile villain shant get too far!"He paused, leaning over one reporter's pad, and softly added "No, no, that's Worthington, with a 'thing'. Wor. Thing. ton. Yes, yes, much better.""Now, if you all will excuse me, I must speak with my private chronicler," he said, dismissing the crowd, and then turned towards Annabelle, drawing her close."Murder!" he rasped softly, and all hints of confidence vanished, "I've never dealt with a murder before! God, what the blazes are we to do?" *She could barely control herself from bursting into fits of laughter having to remain straight face at Worthington's over acting but managed to control her face to form a look of shock and dismay. One hand rising up to clutch her chest as the reporters and other investgaors looked on in surprise.**She managed to bring herself under control properly as he pulled her close.*"I am sure you shall do as you have done before Worthington , capture the vile villain and send them where they belong."*The words were muttered and though a edge of sarcasm twisted her voice they sounded to the unknowing ear extremely genuine as she continued her act. Not daring to risk the chance of their deal being guessed at in any way.*"Shall we be on our way?" Kathy woke early Saturday morning, and ate a leisurely breakfast. The morning edition of the paper did not carry any mention of her activities the previous night, but she didn't really expect it to. Nightmare was sleeping off the nights exertions when she went out to check on him. She shrugged, and left him in the stable, then made her way into town. Her clothing was quite different now. A ragged green jacket over a low-cut, frilly bodice, a long flowing skirt made from home-spun weave and hand dyed with various fruit dyes. Her ensemble was completed with a silk head scarf, her only concession to quality, that kept her hair back out of her eyes. She went barefoot, and carried a large wicker basket with her.Face smeered with grime, she set up her meagre stall outside the police station, where she knew she would overhear gossip and rumour. "Lucky 'eather, me dears?" She asked anyone who happened to glance her way. A few of the more kindly or more superstitious actually bought the sprigs from her, at thrupence a sprig, or five for a shilling.She didn't see Annabell arrive, but she watched with interest as the heard of Fleet Street's finest raced off, vying for the few hansom cabs around at this early hour, to get back to their offices to break whatever story they had just learned."Lady Mitchell, murdered in her bed!" She overheard one reporter say to another. "Apparently her throat was cut from ear to ear!" Kathy resisted the urge to chuckle at the exaggeration. She had done no such thing. A single thrust with the stiletto, through the larynx, and into the brain. And the bitch had probably deserved it too."Any idea who did it?" The other asked."No, but with Worthington on the case, they'll have the bounder dangling from a rope in no time!"A uniformed constable noticed her. "'Ere, 'ere, Now then, Ye can't sit there, miss. Ye'll 'ave te move along!""Lawks! Sorry off'cer, Oi'll be on me way, Oi will!" She made a show of hobbling off, and disappeared around the corner.She chuckled as she made her way home. Worthington was a pompous ass, she knew, having crossed swords with him on a few occasions, so to speak. And yet, his success rate in solving cases had gone up lately. She wondered if it might have anything to do with his pretty young assistant.Back home, she washed her face and feet, changed into clothing more suited to a Victorian lady of leisure, and prepared for her luncheon date with her fence. Sitting comfortably behind his office desk in the basement of his pub, Justin lit a cigar to start of the days proceedings, the cigar was a Cuban, he settled for nothing less, after all being a fence had it's perks. Dressed in a three piece black suit with shining black shoes and sleek black hair, he worked through his latest acquired piece. It was a vase stolen form the royal family of Russia, It bared their mark, an antique indeed. He examined the royal crest as he picked up his magnifying glass and smiled at it's authenticity, settling it down he began to look over his office, admiring the success he had achieved in such little time, at just 28 he owned his own pub, and an underground black market for illegal goods. He was good at what he did, and word on the street if it's authentic, Justin will buy it, regardless of the strings attached to it, and no one could touch him, even though the police always have an eye on him, his operations remain secret and well disguised, obviously he had a certain amount of support with him, links to the commissioner of police, a few inspectors on payroll, a judge or two here and there. Life was good. He was young, rich and powerful but alone, and that is the way he preferred things, he had a dark side not many were able to witness, because of his mastery at disguise, and his excellent oratory.As he say pondering over all of these thoughts, he heard a large bang above him, quickly he hid the priceless vase in a secret compartment under his desk and put out his cigar, with one hand he brushed his sleek hair behind his ear and with the other he opened to the door to his office and made his way upstairs, only to be cut off half way by a big man,almost too big to fit in the staircase, almost completely bald and very foul smelling, followed by at least a dozen armed guards, Justin knew exactly who he was and what he was here for, but Justin did not have what the man had come for. "Why hello Igor,what a pleasant surprise,I was just thinking of you" Justin says,lying with complete confidence, Igor grunted in response,"Come come,lets talk in my office" said Justin,making is way back down the stairs,opening his office door and sliding behind his desk into his chair. As the guards followed Igor inside, Igor asked two to accompany him and the rest to wait outside. Igor began to speak, in his deep crackling voice." Do you have it?", Justin sat with complete confidence and stared at Igor in the eye,"First of all how many times do I need to tell you not to barge into here like this? This is my cover up,If you need to meet me, it's to be at the dock after 8pm,what part of it don't you understand?", Igor was not the type of person to take crap from anyone, but for some reason, he bowed in front of Justin's temper, "I'm sorry" he started," but I don't have much time, I need it and I need it fast", Justin ran a hand through his hair again,"My contact is in possession of it, I am to meet up with her in a while,meet me at the docks at 10 with my payment and I will have it ready for you" Justin replied,satisfied, Igor stood up and made his way out,he turned back to Justin,nodded his head and stormed out with his guards. Taking a sigh of relief, Justin took a moment to collect himself, happy with what he had accomplished he checked his watch to see there was half an hour left for his meeting with Kathy, he collected his coat and made his way up to the main floor, lighting another cigar and putting on his hat he saw one of the bartenders socializing with a woman while a customer waited with an empty glass. He put the cigar back inside and in movement of rage grabbed the bartender by his collar with both hands and threw him over the counter onto the wooden floor, he started punching the bartender like mad and no one dare interfere, they just watched as the poor bartender got the beat down of his life,when Justin finally caught his presence back, he saw the bartender lying semi conscious in a pool of his own blood and two teeth, he let go of him and said in a cold voice that chilled the room,"next time think of the customer first before you think your free to mingle", he then stood up and went behind the counter,after cleaning his hands with a cloth,he poured beer himself into the customers glass,"sorry bout that,this ones on the house" he said more warmly and cheerfully,with that he took off his ha,ran a hand through his hair,put the hat back on and made his way outside for his meeting. Kathy sat in the coffee house, waiting impatiently. At last, she spotted Justin's familiar figure ousing towards her. "Ah, there you are. You're late!"She produced a small cloth bag, that held the contents of the jewelery box she had stolen last night. The box itself was still back at her house and would, over the next day or two, help to heat it."The item you requested is there, along with some trinkets and the biggest bloody pearl necklace I've ever seen. Plus I had to kill the bitch, when she woke up. I want extra, because if things get as hot as they did last time I killed, I won't be able to work for a while."While giving this little speech, in a soft voice that carried across the table to the fence's ears only, she kept her hand firmly on the neck of the bag.[ooc]Hi Markjohn, nice post. I certainly have no objections to you joining, if the others don't[/ooc] [ooc]nice to meet you too chrystal, I know Aviva doesn't object either because she gave me the link to this post,all's left is woegman,meanwhile I'll continue[/ooc]without even the slightest regret, Justin sits down in the vacant seat across Kathy, setting his hat down on the table and taking another cigar,lighting it up calmly as he listens to what Kathy says, once hes done, he feels the cigar go dry, as he lit it for the second time and so he kills it in the ash tray in front of him. Sitting back in his chair he starts,"The kill is on your head,all I asked was to retrieve the item",he takes a pause and runs a hand through his hair,taking the bag from Kathy's hand,Justin inspects the item under the table,checking to see if it is indeed intact,he then pulls out a lighter and burns the gem on the jewelery,to check its authenticity,satisfied he puts it back in the bag and places the bag in his pant pocket. He then collects himself and calls the waiter,who greats him with extreme gratitude,"a scotch on the rocks and whatever the lady wants",Justin says as he turns to Kathy,after she gives her order,Justin speaks again,"the payment will be made in the usual manner,I will have the money delivered to your house in the white briefcases you love",picking up his glass the waiter has just brought,he drinks it in one go and sets it back on the table,"put this and whatever she has on my tab",after tipping the waiter generously,he then stands up and puts his hat back on,he tilts it slightly in Kathy's direction before making his way out again. ((OOC: Not quite what I had meant but welcome to the thread. Woegman has no problems with you joining the thread at all.)) ((OOC: I'm fine with it :) I won't be able to post until a bit later tonight though, sorry all.)) ((OOC: Ah, I was wondering what the form was for OOC posting here! Thanks!))Kathy sighed. She had tried. Anyway the promised payment for this special item was enough that she wouldn'tneedto work for a while anyway. Why anyone would be willing to pay such a huge sum for something so trivial, she really couldn't fathom, nor why it should have been hidden inside a secret compartment of the musical jewellery box of Lady Mitchell.A simple clay doll, not particularly attractive, nor even particularly well made. That's all it was.Her curiosity was piqued. Kathy regarded herself as a cat-burglar, she subscribed to the theory that, at some time in the distant past, one of her ancestors had been visited by the Egyptian goddess Bastette, who had somehow past on the feline blood... It was pure fantasy, of course, but it amused her.However, she also knew what curiosity allegedly did to the cat. She sighed. It would be the death of her for sure, some day, but she had the nagging feeling she'd been played, and she didn't like it.She headed for the public library to do a little investigation of her own.((OOC: In my experience, RPs like this NEVER go the way intended, unless someone GMs it at keeps a hand firmly on the tiller. Anyone up for a little espionage?)) The doll placed securely in his pocket, Justin headed home,there was still a while before the delivery to Igor was to be made and so Justin decided to take a small nap in his mansion before he would head over to the docks at night,but their was one thing he needed to do first,as he stepped in,he called one of his guards to his room,asking him to wait at the entrance, he quickly took out a beautiful white leather bag and started filling it with money. Once full,he put on the lock,the code to which Kathy knew,as it was the letters of her name. He then handed the briefcase to the guard and asked her to deliver it to Kathy.Once the guard left, Justin locked the door and took off his coat and tie,resting them on the table beside his bed,taking the doll out of his coat before he did. Opening the buttons to his vest and sliding his his shoes off,he started examining the doll in his hand, the doll had quite a history, it is said to take the ugliness out of a person and give him eternal beauty,while taking the ugliness upon itself,"well it certainly takes ugliness upon itself" Justin thought. For a moment or so he pondered over whether it could be true, but he then got over it thinking he was a businessman and this was a product, he is not interested in a products power,but it's worth, and this product is surely worth a lot to Igor. As he set the doll inside a locked box on his table,the key to which he put in his pant pocket,he smirked at the amount of money he just gave to Kathy, finding it amusing that although it was a huge amount, It was nothing compared to the amount he would be getting from Igor for it. With the same evil grin, Justin dripped off to sleep,making sure to have himself woken up at 9:30 so he could reach the docks on time. *Annabelle's eyes slowly slid about the hall as she listened to the quiet murmurs, the gasps and the general rumor mongering began.*"Did you hear that she had her throat split open?""Really...What did they take?""Well no one knows that yet, though one of the first constables at the scene was heard stating such."*Annabelle shook her head firmly. Well at least there was one bonus to these rumors. They could work to her advantage should these robberies and now killings continue. Her eyes drifted to Detective Worthington at his moment of weakness. Seeing a small not win his hand which had a address on she reached forth and slowly peeled it from his fingers.**Looking at the address her eyes narrowed before turning to one of the constables near by. A warm, charming smile touching her lips ever so briefly.*"Is Worthington's cart ready to go to the scene?""That it is Ma'am.""Thank you.**Annabelle nodded her head curtly as she moved to stand behind Worthington. She then stepped aside him she discreetly but firmly delivered a elbow to his ribs towards the doors.*((Sorry not trying to god mod.)) ((OOC: Sorry all - got home late last night and was exhausted. I am, unfortunately, heading out for the long weekend, to be back Tuesday. Aviva, I totally trust you with Edmund, if you want to post as him till I get back - I just hate keeping y'all on pause! Sorry!)) Kathy read up on the Mitchells. Lady Sandra Mitchell, the woman she had killed, was supposedly the only child of Earl and Lady Mitchell. Earl Mitchell spent most of his time in the colonies (which made Kathy doubt that Sandra was his only child). Lady Mitchell Snr. spent long periods in the South of France.Thus Lady Sandra had the family home more or less to herself. Kathy recalled seeing the woman on the social circuit a few times, but had not really liked her. Something odd struck her. In the court circulars, Lady Mitchell Jr. was mentioned frequently, but always as "Currently abroad". In fact, the court circular from last week listed her as "Away for the summer". She clearly had not been.Kathy shrugged and headed home, in time to receive her payment. She counted the money carefully, nodded then wrote out a receipt as always and passed it to the guard. The briefcase went into a cupboard with several others like it. Justin didn't know, but she made a small amount of money selling them back to the store he bought them from.She climbed into her carriage and drove to the Mitchell estate. Sure, it was a bit foolhardy, as it almost played into the hands of the police, returning to the scene of her crime, but there was something nagging her and she needed to find out what it was. *The elbow to the ribs seemed to work instantly. Edmond jumping slightly then tapping her hand lightly almost condescendingly.*"That we should my dear Annabelle. Time to move do stop dawdling. This crime will not solve itself."*Within moments Edmund was within his carriage getting comfortable on the leather seats. Though as Annabelle tried to lift her foot to take the first step a constable holding the carriage door open promptly closed it on her.*"I doubt you are required for this part Ma'am. Not the place to be for a lady such as yourself."*Annabelle scowled slightly at the man though most of it was hidden behind the heavy glasses.*"Do not worry young man she shall not be seeing anything a young lady should not be. She shall just be helping me in what tasks she is able to."*The constable paused a moment but opened the door to allow Annabelle in. Once seated Annabelle lifted her right hand to knock on the hard wood surface letting the horseman know all was ready. She heard the snap of the whip as it struck hopefully empty air above the horses heads rather than their flesh with only seconds passing they started their journey to the victims estate.**As the noise got louder from outside Annabelle slipped her glasses off and back into there pocket. She sighed quietly before lifting her hand up, her thumb and index finger parting until reaching the bridge of her nose to rub the reddened skin gently. She licked her lips slightly before bringing her gaze to Edmund. Her tone of voice changing dramatically from the gentle, almost subservient tone to demanding and almost aggressive.**That was quite the performance back there, though I am not sure all of those within enjoyed the act.""We both have our parts in this role we play Annabelle. I do mine, you do yours and we both get what we want."*His tone of voice had also changed dramatically, becoming lower, losing the arrogance and confidence of before.*"What do we know currently of the case?""The woman's name is Lady Sandra Mitchell, married once though he died. She is the only child to Earl and Lady Mitchell or supposedly so at least. Her father was away a lot during her child hood and even now so whether that is actually true no one can say.""Do we have a inventory yet of what she had on the property?""We shall do upon arrival.""How was she killed?""From what I have been told it appears to be a type of blade through her throat though it was not slit open as the rumors go.""Did she have any businesses of her own and did she have any plans for about this time?""No she appears to have been a lady of leisure and rumors do seem to state that she was meant to be away though obviously was not.""Have you been informed of how the criminal got into the property?""So far I have only been told about oneopen window. Appears a trellis led up to the ledge.""The criminal then would have to have been relatively light in weight unless it has broken.""The carriage started to slow down then come to a completely stop. By the time the carriage door was being opened once more Annabelle glasses were back in place and she looked like the meek and mild assistant she appeared to be. While Edmund had brought back to the for his extreme talent for acting out his part. Lifting a hand he helped her down.**Annabelle looked about the house that she could see as she took her time to smooth and straighten out her skirt. Leaving Edmund to go ahead and start clearing the scene of any remaining constables or busy bodies. She moved to walk about the large mansion, counting the windows, doors and seeing where any other possible ways in were. " *By the time Edmund beckoned her over she had briefly inspected the only trellis that lead to a open winder. There appeared to be no damage along it. She had also quickly scouted about the garden, sometimes bending on one knee to sniff at the flowers. She approached the mansion slowly as she looked along the ground. Sadly if their criminal had arrived or left by horse there was too many tracks to follow any one in particular as the became muddled with those on the street.**She walked up the siars while two constables moved down obviously the ones up until down having been looking after the room where the crime happened. One face pale and sweaty while the others eyes seems slightly glazed over.**Her breath caught in her throat slightly as she entered the bedroom. Though the victims body was covered currently the smell, the heat and the bloody patch could not be ignored.**Though Edmund seemed to be in far worse condition, standing right next tot he open window. His face contorted slightly;y into a grimace while his cheeks seemed to grow increasingly redder and darker every second that[passed.*"Do we have a inventory now?""That we do."*He reached into one of his pockets and slipped a piece of paper out, not truly turning to face her as she accepted it gently. The inventory was quite large but a few items were missing. One music box, some jewelery and a family heirloom doll.*"She lowered the piece of paper to her side as she scanned the room. This room and the rest of the house were very lavish showing welath and to some degree taste. Yet the thief had only taken these items in particular.*"This crime was not for money."*She stated simply as she finally started to move toward sthe body. She pulled the sheet down as she chewed her lower lip. Taken int he grim view before slipping a note book and pencil from another pocket she began to make mental notes as well as the physcail. Scribing down what she saw.*"She was not killed by the throat either, though witht he amount of blood would be easy to miss. It looks like the blade went up and through her chin. A quite silent and hopefully for this lady a quick death."*Edmund had started to cough at the window, lifting his hand open to cover his mouth still not truly daring to look into the room any more than he dared.*"But why kill this one? If the recent spate of robberies are all linked?""Maybe the victim woke up, perhaps the criminal accidentally caused the music box to chime."*Edmund merely nodded his head slightly, even now his flair and confidence leaving him.*"What makes you think it was not for money?""If you look around you will see the answer is very simple. The lady of the house is dead, to our knowledge there is no one here to disturb her and yet the criminal only takes a handful of items. The only problem could of been their transport.* Kathy drove her trap into the Mitchell's drive way to be stopped by a uniformed officer. "I say, what is the meaning of this?" She demanded."Sorry, milady, but no-one may come or go. This is a crime scene, don't ya know?""No I most certainly do not!" Kathy blustered, playing her role to the hilt. "I have an appointment with Lady Mitchell Junior, and I demsnd to be admitted." She snapped her whip at the bay gelding pulling the trap and the horse obediently trotted forwards, leaving the bemused constable blowing his whistle to attract the attention of others nearer the house.She used the same force of her personality and her right of command on them. A person used to getting her own way, an elemental force of nature, the lowly peelers could not stand before her and were simply blown aside by her determination as she marched into the house. "Lady Sarah?" She called out, loudly. "Lady Sarah? What on earth is going on?" *The sound of the whistle firstly catches her attention as she glances in the windows direction.*"What is going on...?""Look's like someone has come a visiting. Perhaps a preplanned visitor?"*Annabelle moved towards the stairs as she heard someone yelling. The door slamming behind her as she moves to the top. Her eyes narrowing on the woman at the bottom of the stairs. She moved a couple of stairs down, her right hand moving to grip the banister firmly.*"Her voice returns to the gentle, calming, reassuring tone.*"I am sorry Miss but you shall have to wait outside. I am sure one of the officers out side can tell you what has been happening."*Though she finds the womans call for Sarah a little odd. Her eyes brow rising slightly though hidden between her hat and glasses.* Kathy focused her attention on the mousy little woman. There was an instant click of recognition.Thiswas no mousy assistant, but a woman playing a role, as she herself was. She had to hope her acting was good enough. After all, the police were not expecting anyone to come barging in with such bluster, while she herself was expecting to see the woman behind Worthington's sudden success. She had not, however, expected her to be quite so pretty behind the obvious disguise.Kathy felt her self flushing slightly. She hoped that it would be taken for outrage and not what it really was. "Why Madam, I will do no such thing. I demand to see whoever is in charge here. I demand to speak with Lady Sarah. How dare you invade her home in this way? Where is she?" Kathy turned and opened the door to the day room, "Lady Sarah?" She called. *A ever so faint smile touches her lips as she turns her gaze towards the bed room door. Though there was no joy in what had happened during the night she fell into her role comfortably and with a great element of relish.*"Detective Edmund Worthington, A lady wishes to speak with you. She is I believe down int he day room. She insists on knowing what happened to Lady Sarah."*Her tone ever so slightly seemed to draw the name out delicately as the bed room door opened. Edmunds slightly flustered face appeared.*"Of course, off course my dear Annabelle I shall deal with the woman.""As he spoke the constables that had been attempting to monitor the property appeared in the front door way.*"Sorry sir, she got passed us before we could blink. She's a feisty on that one.""I doubt she is incapable of hearing either.""Annabelle retorted quietly under her breath just loud enough for Edmund to hear as he marched down the stairs once more his own mask back in place as the role of detective washed over him. He paused as he faced the door way into the day room His gaze giving a brief look over the female to ascertain how well he would have to act before speaking.**Though all the while wondering why all of a sudden women were so eager to throw themselves about trying to get into work far beyond them and obviously trouble.*"It is alright Constables I shall talk with her."*His tone of voice once more authoritative, calm and decisive.*"I ask you Ma'am to calm down before I discuss anything with you. Perhaps take a seat."*Annabelle followed after him, her hat coming visible above and behind his head. Her hands locking in front of her , her fingers entwining as she listened and watched quietly.* Kathy was enjoying herself thoroughly. The detective asking her to calm down, she decided, ought to have precisely the opposite effect. "Calm down? What do you mean, calm down?" She all but shreiked. "I'm perfectly calm, thank you, and who might you be, sir?" She stole a glance at the demure looking assistant, her gaze sliding down across the woman's bosom, and she felt herself blush slightly again. She blinked and imagined the girl in a state that brought a deeper flush to her cheeks.Good, now she looked flustered as well as sounding it. "Are you in charge here? I beseech you sir, tell me what is happening?" "I suggest you sit down Ma'am none the less. If I may ask how well do you know Lady Sarah...Miss?"*Annabelle fought a smile at the females reactions that appeared quite overly done but perhaps understandable. Though if this was calm she dreaded to find out how the female was to be in the next few minutes when she found out the truth.**She continued to watched the woman silently from the hall way ready to step in should it appear a females touch was required. The woman's flaming cheeks catching her attention, she was certainly high strung by all appearances.* As Justin wakes,just in time,he realizes he does not have much time,quickly getting dressed and taking the doll in his pocket,Justin leaves for the docks,where he finds Igor patiently waiting,as usual with his fleet of guards. Justin approached calmly and asked Igor if he had brought the money,Igor showed a line of briefcases all which the guards opened to show they were full of money,he asked them to be dumped in the river,Igor seemed confused but obeyed,little did he know justin asked for water proof briefcases for a reason,they brief cases were thrown in but Justin already had a net in place which wold allow him to collect the money later,this was just a twisted joke that amused him,he enjoyed being able to throw away huge sums of money. As e handed Igor the doll,Igor smirked,this was too easy,Justin was the victim. his guards showed Justin the real briefcases,which they had switched,Justin remained calm,but his mind went blank,nice doing business with you,Igor smirked as his guards tightened a mask around Justin's head and threw him into the river.He gagged and eventually died,but he also had one last trick up his sleeve,as he was being tied up,he threw his lighter at the barrels of gunpowder around the docks,as soon as he died,the docks burst into flames,killing Igor and his guards,but the doll lie there,in the middle of all the blood and guts,scratch less,peaceful.((OOC:I got rejected,sorry to have entered your roleplay without prior permission,enjoy)) ((OOC: Aww. Sorry to hear that, MJ. I hope it wasn't because you jumped in here, because quite honestly your character was a good one and added something (saved me making a NPC for the fence!), and I do recall Aviva pointing you to the thread, which IMHO was an invite to have a read with a view to joining at the very least! I'll miss you!))Kathy sat down in one of the arm chairs. This, of course, was the tricky part. She had done her homework before leaving the library earlier, but the last thing she wanted was to leave the door open to an awkward question that she did not know the answer too. "Oh, um, well, not that well... We've met once or twice on the social circuit. My mother was a good friend of her mother, before she passed on. Look, what is this all about? Who are you?" Kathy started to rise from the chair again.This is such fun!She thought.This is why I do what I do.((OOC: Viv, honey, I think you've missed one very important question that someone should have asked by now...)) ((Even though you have been rejected you can still if you wish continue to role play in the non adult threads and extremely sorry if that is the reason you got put on hold.))((OOC: Perhaps I have or perhaps planning to see what Miss Kathy does.))*Edmund nodded his head slightly though he glanced ever so briefly over his shoulder to Annabelle her fingers rising and falling in a light tapping notion as if to indicate him to push ahead. With a nod barely perceptable he turned his gaze back to the female.*"And who exactly would Sarah be? "*The man asked as a eyebrow rose. Annabelle turned and moved to the remaining constables to have any other doors covered for the first time they seemed to obey her without question as Annabelle herself moved into the room sliding in discreetly between the door way and Edmund herself.*"Annabelle watched the female closely as she waited the answer tot he question. Then as she moved tot he chair placing a hand on the womans shoulder gently she finally spoke up.*"And who would you be?"*She could not help but feel some odd sense of recognition of the female now she was up close though currently she could not place where.* The first question from Worthington actually genuinely confused Kathy and she allowed her confusion to show. "Who...? Lady Sarah Mitchell, the lady of the house of course... Surely you know that..." Why on earth would he ask that. Surely he knew, and why would he suspect that she didn't?The hand on her shoulder made her look up. That pretty face, concealed behind those thick glasses. there was recognition in those eyes. More than just that of knowing a kindred spirit - but surely that as well, Kathy felt. "Me? I'm... hold on, you still haven't told me whoyouare, and I believe I have a right to know! I mean, you could be anyone!" ((OOC: Don't really know the reason,but 'm trying to find out,thanks chrystal,I would love to do a non-adult role-play with you if you like)) *Annabelle's gaze turned to Edmund a moment as her hand gently squeezed the shoulder, the touch seemingly meant to calm and soothe her.*"The owner of this property was not owned by a Sarah Mitchel nor has it been for many a year."*Annabelle squeezed the shoulder a little more firmly as she added a little of her weight to the grip, though it was not obvious it was a silent hint for the woman to remain in her current place.*"This is Detective Edmund Worthington Miss and I am Annabelle Jones. Now rather than avoid answering the question on who you are you may find it best to answer us...now." Kathy looked up again. "I didn't say it was. I said she is the lady of the house, which she is." She shrugged. "Pleasure to meet you I'm sure..." The sarcasm in her voice was biting!The pressure on her shoulder was just a little unnerving. Kathy was sure she could break the grip if need be, but that would involve explanations. Besides, she rather enjoyed the feel of the woman's fingers on her shoulder. "I'm Miss Katharine Lake of the Bedfordshire Lakes. My mother, God rest her soul, was Lady Georgina Lake. My father is Ambassador Lake. He is currently serving overseas as Ambassador to the Royal Court of Norway."Which, Kathy thought, was another reason why she did what she did. Boredom and loneliness, coupled with total frustration at the system that refused to let her or women like her be who they really were."Now will you please tell me what the devil is going on?" It is quite apparent you are not the owner of the house..but nor has there been a Lady Sarah for quite some time. The owner of this house was a Sandra Mitchel Miss Lake.*Edmund stated, exaggerating some what on the word was. Trying to draw it out slightly in hopes Kathy would pick up his meaning without him having to be blunt with her.**At the mention of Kathy's name, her grip loosens slightly the name was familiar though the face not quite. It took a few moments before she remembered the woman as a young teenager. The teenager then had been angry a lot of the time and one that was open about her feelings of womens terrible treatment. Not that Annabelle had ever been able to confirm her feelings then or even now. She openly stared at Kathy surprised by how much she had grown up since she had left the school. She hoped the disguise she wore as a female would keep her from remembering who she was. For this would possibly get her dropped from the case and left for Edmund to run. Her face paling at the thought.* ((TYPO! NO FAIR!!!!!))) ((okay, I'm going to try and repair the context without enormous amounts of editing posts.))Kathy was stumped. "That's what I said wasn't it? Lady Sandra Mitchell?" She thoght back over the last few minutes and actuallay burst out in genuine laughter. "Oh Oh goodness. I didn't did I? I said Sarah? Why on earth...?" She honestly didn't know why she had said Sarah. Then it came to her. "Of course... Sarah Mitchell was an old acquaintance of Papa's from back when he was working in Whitehall... She died quite suddenly a few weeks ago - horse riding accident I understand. I remember reading about it in the paper. I probably got all confused, what with seeing the police outside."That cleared up in her own mind, she glanced up at Annabelle again. "Why my dear, you've gone quite pale. What is the matter? Perhaps you should sit down?" She made as if to get up and give her seat to the Peeler's assistant. *A few moments passed before Annabelle managed to pull herself together. Her head shaking slightly though a little too roughly causing her hat to almost tumble while her auburn plait fell down reaching passed her back, the tips of her hair just brushing against the curve of her skirt.. As she felt Kathy move her grip tightened on her shoulder while her weight increased. Her finger tips pressing the hardest against her shoulder though not hard enough to truly cause pain she felt slight concern she may end up leaving marks.*"I am fine. Sorry just a slight dizzy spell."*She nodded once more as she re-listened to Kathy statement through her mind. She tried to remember the last few weeks of news releases and a vague memory of Sarah's death did spring to mind though the true details currently eluded her. Her gaze turned to Edmund to nod her head slightly this time far mor relaxed as she regained her briefly lost composure.*"Can you tell me , my dear girl was there any specific reason for why you were meeting her?" Kathy winced slightly at the fingers gripping her shoulder and moved a hand to cover Annabelle's. Her grip gently loosened the fingers. She listened to the Detective's question, and shrugged. "Why yes, I was to come over this afternoon for croquet... Now where did I put... Ah, here... no..." She rummaged through her purse taking care that the Peelers didn't see the small derringer she carried. She had forgotten it was there. The American firearm was a perfect lady's weapon, but its presence in her purse would give rise to unwanted questions at this time.She gave up and snapped the purse closed. "I'm sorry officer, I don't seem to have my invitation. I probably assumed that as it was just the two of us and she was expecting me, that I did not need it." She sighed in exasperation. "Look, am I being investigated for some crime? Because if so I think I should contact my solicitor. If not, then I think you ought to get your girl to remove her hand from my shoulder and tell me what you have done with Lady Sandra!" *Annabelle felt unease curl up in her stomach, the feeling of a dozen snakes swirling about as they tangled around each other though her grip loosened as soon as she felt Kathy's touch. Her medium frame moving a few inches away to give her personal space. The story seemed sound though something, or many things did not just settle right. Her instincts telling her there was more and she was missing something.*"We have done nothing with your friend though I am afraid to say she is no longer here. I am surprised you did not hear before your arrival. I am sorry to say your friend was killed last night we suspect while she was being burgled."*Edmund responded to her questions and retort seemingly respectful of the death now while he watched her closely. Annabelle had turned to watch Kathy's face extremely closely from behind her glasses as she remembered the Kathy she had taught as a teenager. The way she was and the way she was now did not quite seem to fit comfortably in her mind.* Kathy was waiting for this.Oh my god, they are going to hang me by the neck until I'm dead!She said, in the privicy of her own thoughts.What have I done!She felt the colour drain from her face at the thought. She imagined her own corpse, bloated and decaying, dangling from a gibbet and the bile rose in her belly.She suppressed the nasty little thought about it being a neat trick, because to allow it would break the feeling of nausea and shock she was cultivating. "K... Killed? How..? I ... I mean, why? Oh, poor Landy Sandra... Oh my, I swear I feel quite..." Actually, the mental image of crows pecking out her own eyeballs had been just a little too much and she gulped, swallowing back her nausea. "Oh dear!" She managed to mumble. *Annabelle watched as the colour drained from Kathy's face and seemingly even her neck.Was that a touch of green she saw? *"I think it would be best if you did not know the finer details. "*Edmund spoke loudly enough to be heard by any near by but for a brief time showed some either consideration for anothers feelings or perhaps he just did not want to go over the details himself again.*"Do you need a drink of water? Or perhaps some fresh air?"*Annabelle asked from her part of the room. Her voice quieter than before as she watched the effect of Edmund's news.It was at this point a constable delivered a few slips of papers to Edmund. Passing them over silently before leaving the room again. As Edmund glanced through them Annabelle fought the urge to walk to stand behind him and look over his shoulder to see them. He would show them to her later no doubt. Once it was more certain no one would be able to guess at what was truly going on.* Kathy looked up at the concern in Annabelle's voice. "I ... um... Something a little stronger, perhaps?" She nodded to wards a side table where a decanter of brandy stood, along with a couple of balloon glasses.She had noticed the strange looks passing between the detective and his assistant, and was pleased that her theory had been confirmed. The bumbling fool she had encountered three years ago had been transformed into a brilliant detective by the work of his assistant. She stood carefully and walked with a deliberate wobble over to the brandy, helping herself to a generous portion. She wondered if there might be a way to seduce the lady assistant away from the detective."Miss? Oh miss, would you come over here please?" She asked. *Before Annabelle could prevent Kathy from getting a drink she had moved to the drinks cabinet and began pouring, with her wobble and the still ill look touching her face she moved across the room rapidly. Scared the woman would suddenly fall from a faint or worse be ill from drinking while not feeling well. She stood next to Kathy and attempted to grasp the drink while at the same time Kathy's upper arm to prevent her from toppling over.*"Are you alright Miss Kathy?"*Her tone turning gentle and caring.* Kathy leaned heavily on Annabelle's arm. she smiled. "Thank you dear". She threw back most of the brandy and coughed. "Oooh That is better. Medicinal purposes, you understand?"Annabelle's concern seemed genuine and Kathy decided to strike. With words, of course. "Miss Annabelle," She murmured softly so no one else could hear. "Doesn't it bother you thathetakes all the credit for your work?"Before the woman could reply she sipped her brandy again and launched into another coughing fit. "Oh dear, I fear I shall have to sit again." She said more loudly, and staggered back to the chair. Annabelle stared at Kathy's hand as it rested on her. A burning sensation flaring along her skin worrying that suddenly Kathy would point her out for their previous knowledge of each other, once Kathy speaks Annabelle sighs with relief. Her pale face gaining some colour at last as she turns to watch Kathy return to the chair."I hope the medicine helped you greatly."She barely kept her slightly flaring temper in check with Kathy's successful hit to a ever growing sore spot. Her eyes narrowing to thin slits then widening as she took a deep breath and turned to face Edmund a faint smile touching her lips."I would like to take your address details please Miss Lake, should we need to contact you for future more official discussions."Edmund spoke as everyone appeared to settle down. He may not be a fine detective but he knew the situation was starting to spiral out of control and the women seemed to be running the show. Kathy nodded. "Of course." She fished in her purse again. "My card, sir?" She handed the card to Annabelle. "And may I have yours, should I need to contact you for any reason?" She shuddered. "My but this is a grisly business is it not? She was killed during a robbery did you say? Was anything taken?" She shrugged and added by way of explanation, "I have contacts in the world of insurance. It could be that someone, somewhere may attempt to sell an item and a valuation may be asked for. I may be able to assist you in your case, Miss Annabelle, Mister Worthington."She deliberately named the assistant first, to see if it produced a reaction. ((Lol, I am so totally behind - ladies, if you wish, I will bow out completely - sorry my vacation and brief illness brought me so far out of the loop. Let me know if you wish me to continue - if not, I will simply read and follow along! :) )) ((Please continue on by me. I jsut hope Edmund has been acceptably played. Sorry you have been ill.)) "Yes, uh, thank you," Edmund responded, taking the woman's card and sliding into the pocket of his vest. His face remained cheerful, if stern, and a brief smile crossed his lips as she continued talking, though the smile never touched his eyes. In fact, his heart began to beat heavily, and it took all his effort to maintain his composure.Edmund had never been a great detective - he knew that, even if all the world, save Annabelle, thought otherwise. He simply had no mind for it - remembering facts, keeping track of clues, all that was rubbish, to him at least, and he never could get a grasp on it. There was one thing, however, that he excelled at...and that was acting. It was his one true passion, his one great calling. For all his blustering and pretentiousness, for however worthless he may be at actually detecting anything, the one area that he could honestly take pride in was his ability to act, to fool, to deceive...and to pick up when someone else was doing the same.He missed the fact that Miss Lake had addressed Annabelle first. With a flourish, he stalked behind Miss Lake, and then placed his hands gently, reassuringly on her shoulders."I am sure that whatever information you have will prove quite useful," he said cheerfully, but his eyes lacked cheer as he locked gazes with Annabelle, his facial expressions, hidden from Miss Lake, conveying his doubt in this woman's story to the true detective. Annabelle slipped a card out of a small pocket along her skirt. The cards of course were not hers but Edmund's. She could not truly advertise herself as a assistant without the cards seemingly mocking her but she managed to bare being able to advertise him , purely because even though no one else knew it the cards did help her in the long run.She had her own suspicions of Miss Kathy Lake, aided by the fact of her previous knowledge of the girl and she could not miss Edmund's brief facial showing of his doubts also but she also felt there was something bigger to this murder and robbery beyond money.Holding out Edmund's card to Kathy as she accepted the one offered at the same time."If you do remember anything that may be of assistance do not hesitate to let us know. As for the insurance friend perhaps simply give us their details and we can take it from there." Kathy shuddered as the detective put his hands on her shoulders. They were cold, through her thin if proper cotton blouse. She accepted the card in return and placed it in the front pocket of her purse. The detective behind her would surely see the derringer if she opened the main pouch now. She felt something change in the air, something intangible, as if a message had passed that she was unaware of. Something told her it was time to leave.But there was something else... Something nagged at her. She stood and turned and in that one instant, Annabelle was silhouetted against the window at just the right angle. It clicked into place. Of course! "Well, I suppose I had best be going", She gasped out. "Of course, I won't tell anyone what happened here? I imagine you want to keep it under wraps for now? So you can persue your investigations in some decorum?" She couldn't resist rubbing the detectives' noses in the fact that the press already knew and soon there would be no way to trip a suspect by getting them to reveal knowledge of the crime."It was lovely to see you again, Miss Annabelle, mayhap we can meet up again in more pleasant circumstances and catch up on old times?" With that, she turned on her heel and headed for the door. Edmund looked to Annabelle and cocked his head, his question plain on his face.Should we let her leave?He mouthed softly, as the woman stood, and then he strode with her towards the door."Certainly," he said in a voice that bespoke confidence he certainly did not feel, "We wouldn't want to keep a lady of your stature over long. Do let us know if you can think of anything pressing to our case, won't you?"He reached the door before she could, and made a show of readying to open it, as he glanced back at Annabelle for a hint of what he should do next. As Edmund and Kathy moved to the door and Edmund glanced to her, Annabelle nodded her head firmly. Even if she suspected her of some form of ill doing there was currently no evidence to suggest other wise and she should be easily enough able to track down should evidence turn up. Her gaze moved tot he stack of documents that had been placed into her hands while the unpredictable meeting had been happening her interest currently being more there than any where else. She just hoped she would get enough time to be able to over look them without any interference from any body else.She curtsied politely in Kathy's direction , her head bobbing in a curtly nod as she lowered her head in what hopefully appeared to be appropriate for their varying ranks even within the female confines of male egos and fear. Kathy smiled politely as Worthington moved to the door with her. She suddenly had a very bad feeling. This hadnotbeen a good idea. She had learned nothing of any real value, and she may just have given away far too much.Some silent signal passed. She could tell that, and Worthington opened the door. She inclined her head to him in thanks, and returned Annabelle's courtesy with a nod. "I will be sure to stay in touch!" She murmured as she left. Heading for her carriage which was being held by one of the uniformed Peelers.And pigs will fly!She thought to herself. It was time for "Katherine Lake" to take an extended vacation... Once Kathy had left Annabelle sighed with relief before reaching out and accepting the various documents from Edmund's hands. Though he was not truly passing them too her then uttered something under her breath as she gazed out of the window."Have a few of your constables follow her. I would suggest more than one and some of the ones who are naturally sly. "The order though obvious could now only come from Edmund, if she tried to approach them and request such they may refuse her and valuable minutes lost. While she waited on Edmund to make the order she started to look at the documents. Holding black and white pictures of what had been stolen, the only thing that truly caught her attention was the doll. The jewelry she understood but the doll? Why would one with such funds like Lady Mitchell have something as ugly at that? Perhaps sentimental reasons and it held some sway over another in such a way? That made no sense but then people had killed for far less and far stranger reasons.Looking up through the window once more she saw a few of the constables start leaving the premises to pursue Kathy. Unfortunately most of them were far too obvious she felt. Though she was hopeful a couple would keep track of her down to a area. She had a idea, slipping upstairs she stripped out of skirt and blouse. Briefly browsing through Lady Sandra outfit in what appeared to be a wardrobe room she slipped into some of her more basic clothing. though even that was fr more better quality that she could ever imagine.The dark blue shirt molded to ehr upper body nicely while the several layer dark navy skirt built out her frame giving her a bigger bottom and thighs. The jacket was odd at the shoulders, extra fabrics seemingly filled into them giving her a larger build. She pulled out what looked to be a simple shawl and slipped her hat, and glasses off. She waited until Edmund came up stairs before opening the door suddenly and stepped out."I am hoping you can handle it from here Edmund. I am going to look into our unwelcome guest. "Without waiting for him to answer she moved down the stairs but passed him the documents back."See what you can find out about this doll please."Moving down the stairs rapidly and out of the house she moved in the direction Kathy Lake's carriage had been pointing where one constable remained. Edmund stood there, holding the doll, dumbfounded by Annabelle's amazing change in appearance. Inwardly, he was quite jealous of the girl and her boundless talents. As good an actor as he was, he reluctantly had to admit she was more a master of the craft than he could ever hope to be. At times, it drove his ego mad, and at said times he might take out his frustration on her character, his "simple assistant", but the solid truth was that he envied her. Her brilliance, her cunning, her skills. And more than that...he found her irresistibly attractive. That shamed him more than anything, and he felt the hint of a blush touch his cheeks. It was ridiculous, of course - for one, their partnership would be ruined by anything approaching a relationship. It was one thing to drag an "assistant" along into dangerous investigations, but a lover? Socially, he'd be ridiculed, financially, he'd be ruined. This was his one shot at greatness, her one shot at using her incredible talents at solving crime...he shook the thoughts from his head, and looked down at the doll."What the devil am I to do with this?" he muttered softly. Rising, he went downstairs, and caught one of the constables still on site, a fresh man, by the looks of him. He didn't remember the man from when he arrived earlier, but he hardly trusted his memory."Say there, fellow," Edmund beckoned, drawing the man near, "Have a look at this, would you? I've a theory, but for the prudence's sake...have you ever seen its like?"The bobby looked at the photo, and gasped aloud. Edmund's brow furrowed."Out with it, what is it man?" he demanded.The constable pointed at the doll, then looked at Edmund amazed."I just came up from Dockside, sir - shift rotation. I'm here coverin' Mackenzie's duty, bein' he's ill, sir.""Jolly good," Edmund spat impatiently, "but what in blazes has that to do with anything?""Dintcha hear, sir?" the man asked, betraying a bit of his lower breeding through his words, "There was awful explosion down by the Thames, sir. All wot was found after was a doll, a doll just like this one, sir. It's at the station house, sir.""Fetch me a carriage, then, man!" Edmund cried, waving the photo in the air, "To the constabulary! The game is most definitely afoot!" Kathy made no attempt to hide her movements. She knew she was being followed. Damn but those Peelers were clumsy. but she simply drove home. Her groom took care of the horse and buggy and she dismissed him for the evening.Lake House had an interesting history. In the 16th century it was a parsonage. The church itself was burned during the reformation and never rebuilt, but one of the interesting aspects of the Protestant and Catholic monarchies' persecutions of each others' religions was the building of a lot of secret escape tunnels in parsonages.Of course, this information had been carefully hidden and when her grandparents had purchased the house there had been no record of the secret passage anywhere. Kathy had stumbled upon it quite by accident one day when playing.And so, she went about her normal evening routine, eating supper, having a brandy and reading, and then when it finally grew dark, she retired to bed. Any observer would see her oil lamp move from room to room, she even went to the bedroom window at one point, to open it slightly. It was a hot, muggy evening and she hoped the watchers were being plagued by mosquitoes coming off the lake in the grounds.She moved to the bed, lay down and blew out the lamp. and rolled out of bed the other side. She dressed again in her "working clothes". Soft black shoes, black socks, black breeches, a black sweater of the type favoured by men who played that strange new sport of Rugby Football, and topped with a black cap. She took soot from the fireplace and rubbed it on her hands and face.Then moving by touch alone, made her way carefully and quietly down into the library. The bookshelf at the far right was the one, furthest from the window. The book at the far right of the bottom shelf, "An exigency of convolutions pertaining to parallelism of the Schism", concealed the switch. The bookcase swung silently inwards and she stepped past it, allowing it to close behind her without a sound.The other end of the tunnel was concealed within a disused barn - disused that is except for Nightmare, stabled there during the day. She smelt her mistress and snorted softly. "Good girl!" Kathy grinned. "We're going to our other place for a while. Would you like that?" She whispered softly to the black mare.She muffled the horse's hooves with rags, something the mare was well used to. Her black leather pack was concealed within the straw and she pulled it onto her back, then cautiously pulled the barn door open. "Anyone about, girl?" she whispered. The horse snuffed softly, a sign that all was well, and Kathy mounted her bareback and rode silently off into the night. Annabelle had spent the next couple of hours following the directions of the constables. Though some where along the line either she had made a mistake or they did as she walked about the familiar streets in a circle then finding nothing she wished to seek she returned to her school. Opening the front door she had quickly moved to her office, opened her book of varying information of girls past and present. Finally she found the information she was looking for Kathy's old address. There was no guarantee that she would still be there but it was worth looking into. Finding a carriage the trip was quick to Kathy's house but all appeared dark. When some time had passed in silence the driver began to grow bored and chatter."Are you looking for a friend.""So to speak.""I am surprised for any lady to bout alone after the goings on today. The lady, the explosion at the docks....You should not be out on ye own really Ma'am""What dock explosions?""Haven't ye heard? The docks got blown up surprised you missed the sounds..some street thug and those from across the sea involved so rumors say.""Could you take me their immediately...please.""But what about ye friend.""I shall catch up with her soon enough I am sure. I shall pay extra if need be."At the mention of being paid extra the man was quickly off leading towards the docks as fast as he could."I hope I am not too late...I shall skin him alive if he screws up..."She muttered to herself quietly unheard by the driver as the horses struck the road and the sound of the whip striking thin air covered her voice. As his carriage pulled up outside the station house, Edmund swallowed a small lump of nervous apprehension. He was not used to working without Annabelle - indeed, he never worked without her, and usually made some sort of excuse to wait for her during the times that they were separated. He was masterful at making such excuses, and he wondered, now, as the carriage came to a halt, why he hadn't done so this time. All he knew was that Annabelle had thought the doll important, and hearing that it was at the station house, he had an overwhelming feeling that it wouldn't be safe there...so he acted on instinct, to head off any one else who might try and intercept it.His thoughts were interrupted as the excited bobby threw open the carriage door."This way, sir," he said, and Edmund leapt out of the carriage, following the bobby inside. A moment later, the young, excitable young constable produced the doll, handing it to Edmund carefully."'Ere it is, sir," he said, a bit out of breath, "I just knew you'd think it important, sir...it's why I grabbed it, rather then let it be swept up with the rubbish, sir. So, wot's it about, then, eh?"Edmund looked at the doll, his face a portrait example of intense scrutiny and deduction; his mind, however, was another story."It's just a bloody clay doll,"he thought to himself, as he pretended to look over it for clues as to its worth,"Why the devil does the girl think it so important?"Still, who was he to question Annabelle? She was the brains, and if she thought it important, he should to. He wondered if he shouldn't head to the docks, to see if there was anything else there that might look important, more so, perhaps, than this silly doll. Looking up at the constable, he changed his face to one of determined resolution."Now, now, Officer," he replied to the young bobby, stowing the doll away carefully in a hidden, inner pocket of his overcloak, "I hardly think we have time for a bit of show-and-tell. Quickly, take me to the docks where you found this."((Edited - I thought it was a rag doll, reread and saw it was clay. Edited to make it match!)) Kathy rode through the night, until she came to a little hovel in the countryside. Wood smoke curled unseen from the chimney, and chickens clucked softly in the coop. A dog barked as she dismounted. "Hey Buster, come here!"The dog trotted up and jumped up at her. She caught it's forepaws in her hands and ruffled it's ears. The door opened a crack and an older woman looked out. "Oh, it's you. Y'd be'er be comin' i'side then."Kathy smiled. "Let me see to Nightmare first?""Okay, lass. T' stable's empty since Gretchen got sent t' glue fact'ry"Kathy nodded. Gretchen had been an old mare, and the news didn't come as any surprise. She led Nightmare in and rubbed her down, then gave her some fresh hay. Then she turned and headed into the cottage. "Well, I've got myself in over my head this time, I think""Oh?" The older woman raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more until Kathy had finished telling what she knew, which wasn't much, and what she suspected, which was quite a bit. Then she got up and went into the kitchen. Kathy followed, and watched as the woman made a cup of tea for them both.They went back into the front room and Kathy sat in one of the big, comfy arm chairs by the fire and sipped slowly. "Thanks, mum!" The carriage driver pushed the horses to the limit to get Annabelle to the docks as quickly as possible. As she left the carriage she slipped him what money she had on her thankful she had at least kept her purse. It was not too hard to see the chaos that ensued now as she looked at the docks her eyes narrowing into slits."This could mean absolutely nothing. It could mean something."She thought to herself as she made her way towards the largest gathering of constables in one place she had ever seen. None of them paid any attention to her of course and those that had seen her this morning did not recognize her under the rich ladies clothing. Though this gave her the perfect time to slip about and observe without hindrance as they discussed what had been found so far. One rather over excitable constable mentioning a doll obviously a great monetary value was found and Edmund had it."So the crimes are linked....but why?"She thought of the doll again and shuddered at the thought of it's odd appearance.She counted several bodies in her quick scan of the area and she could smell the gunpowder every where. This was obviously not a accident. She moved further away from the constables now looking for one Detective in particular. Edmund's carriage careened towards the dock, stopping with a rear of the horses and the clatter of wheels on cobblestones. He leapt from the carriage, his young constable friend in tow, and raised his arms towards the constables that turned towards the sound of the carriage."Fear not, my good men," he said loudly, "Edmund Worthington is on the case!"A few of the constables clapped politely, a few more stood about staring, and a handful rolled their eyes. Edmund ignored them all, scanning the gathered crowd for Annabelle, whom he suspected might have beaten him to the docks. He had forgotten her outfit change, however, and so his eyes passed over her as she made her way through the crowd.Edmund strolled up to the head constable, watching as the man laid out bits of waterlogged and burned bank notes. Edmund gave a low whistle - there was a lot of money there. Some sort of payout, perhaps? What could have been worth such an enormous sum?Curiouser and curiouser, he thought, and then he made his way over to the bodies. Most were burned beyond recognition, but one was waterlogged, obviously drowned."Who's this one, then, where'd you find him?" he asked the constable, toeing the body with his left foot."Caught in a net downriver, along with several briefcases filled with newsprint, topped with bank notes, sir," the constable responded, "E's a local fence, name uv Justin Harkness. Specializes...pardon, specialized, in fencin' stolen antiquities."Edmund furrowed his brow; why would anyone put a bank note atop a stack of newsprint? He had no idea, but he bet Annabelle would. As an official investigator on the case, he was allowed to take a stack of the newsprint with bank note, and put it in his pocket with the doll. Now, if he could only find Annabelle, maybe they could start making sense of this mess. ((OOC - I'm going to leave you two to develope the action for a bit. Kathy's next appearance won't be until next morning)) Annabelle during that time had managed to be able to sneak a look at the bodies that so far had been discovered, Those that did not appear to be of this country were badly burned and their deaths obvious. The other though was still wet where he lay and he appeared to have drowned more than burned. She looked at the devastation of the sight. The dock workers themselves would not had so much powder to have caused such destruction should a instance like this happen. Someone else had to have set this up was the killers here or was there someone else involved in this crime and managed to get away. She was not sure that was actually possible.She uncovered her face to look about the sight once more looking for Edmund."Where the hell is he? "Thought it gave her time to consider how Kathy was to be dealt with. The fact that she appeared to have been avoiding being followed suggested she was more involved in this case than she admitted to. At last, Edmund caught sight of Annabelle, and he rushed over to her, trying not to seem to eager. When at last they were close enough to speak without being overheard, he excitedly pulled the doll and the packet of newsprint from his inner pocket."Looksie, Annabelle!" he whispered excitedly, "Clues! I got them before anyone else made off with them - what luck, say? I knew you'd want them, so I made sure to get them before anyone else had a chance to."He handed the items to Annabelle, then furrowed his brow in concentration."Ugly little bit, innit?" he asked, regarding the doll, his lower-class true accent slipping a bit. He heard it, winced ever so slightly. Hanging around with all these bobbies made it a bit tougher to maintain his upper-class act. Thankfully, it was a slip heard by no one but his employer."What do you make of all this?" Annabelle inwardly frowned and sighed in irritation as Edmund finally found her until he revealed the two pieces of evidence he had with him. Admittedly the fact that he had handled then in his pocket irked her greatly though for now she kept this feeling buried under the surace while she accepted the pair. The doll was actually in her opinion far uglier than the black and white picture had given it credit for. This puzzled her further as to why this particualr item was stolen when many items of far worthier value had been untouched. She looked skyward and sighed silently a moment before looking at the second lot. Her eyes narrowed intently as she looked at the print hidden beneath the money."Is there anything else that we need to do here?"She asked gently even though no one was near by to hear she felt saefer continuing their play especially in public. The line suggested that she currently had done what she could do until she had a closer look at the bodies recovered. Not something she could do in public but perhaps he had a couple of jobs to be pretended to be done. Edmund picked up her hint effortlessly - it was a routine they had practiced so often it was as second nature as breathing. Raising an eyebrow and looking about, he made a show of considering everything and everyone that might take notice."No, my dear Annabelle, I believe we have all we need."He punctuated his sentence with a mysterious glare given to an observing street urchin; the child paled as if under suspicion, and inwardly Edmund chuckled. He still had it, by God. Turning, he stalked towards the carriage, and offered Annabelle a hand up. Once they were inside, he gave the driver directions to their office, and they were on their way. Shortly thereafter, he leaned in towards the girl."So? What do you think?" he asked, more curious than he normally was. Denny Lake turned and ran. The rozzers weren't after him, he knew that, but it felt like they were. That pig-faced one had given him such a look. He ran back to where his ma was waiting."Well, Denny? What's what?" She asked."The lass, she's def'ly t' one in charge, tha's fer shooer. An they fahnd a clay doll, loik. Ugry lil fing it were too. Lossa dead-uns too. One dey fished outa river. Looked a bit loik tha' bloke Justin wot Our Kaff sells 'er loot ta.""Good lad, Denny. 'ere's a tanner." Ma Lake handed her youngest the coin and watched hem scarper off into the night, no doubt to buy backy or drink. She smiled. He was a right one that, Denny. She made her way home thoughtfully. Kathy would be very interested in what Denny had learned. She smiled faintly to Edmund as he offered her his hand and helped her into the carriage. As she settled down into the seat she looked closely at the ugly doll though nothing was obviously odd about it bar the feeling that it would of been the last thing any one would steal but it would appear that it was being offered in some type of exchange for money. She then glanced at the money and the similar sized pieces of news paper. She looked at a few of them trying to get a date though the words were not English but the date she found finally on one of the scraps. The date was for the day before.One hand rose to stroke her neck lightly as she stared at the two pieces, the money itself was English. The foreigners would not need nor want English money but they would have use for the unknown news paper. Where as the man who appeared to have drowned had appeared English he would not need the scraps of paper but the money."I do not understand what the doll has anything to do with this but it would appear the men that lacked English blood were trying to buy it from the drowned man though obviously they were trying to hold back the agreed amount of money. Perhaps he had found out though I do not understand why he would of gone to the extent he may have by blowing up the docks as he did unless it was already planned. Perhaps he planned to back stab them but they managed it first. " Edmund frowned and scratched at his head, raising his eyebrow quizzically."Devil if I know," he said, "Any idea of who the soggy sap may have been? He had a bit of a look about him, one I've seen before..."He puzzled over it for a moment, and then a look of realization washed over his face. Smiling, he snapped his fingers."That's it!" he exclaimed, "I know that look well - it's one of a fellow dressed above his class; I could tell by the way the clothes fit, a bit too baggy, a bit too showy as well. I'll lay good odds the gent was something of a foreman...either a crime boss or...yes, perhaps that's it! A pawnbroker, bychance?"He turned to Annabelle, to get her read on things. "Well the doll certainly did not get there by itself at all and judging from the size of him I doubt his weight would not have damaged the trellis beyond what it was. It took a light frame and a light foot. I am not sure he had either. So if he gained the doll it had to have been bought from the person that stole it..though I do not understand why the others sought this thing either."She smiled lightly at Edmund for once it seemed genuine as he may have finally been able to be of true use to her rather than simply a image she needed to portray and use."We may actually make a detective out of you yet Edmund. How long until we get to the station with all this going on?" "Go on," Edmund blushed with pride. He found he actually liked being useful, even if it was only a bit, "Shan't be long now - they've done a marvelous job of keeping the street clear."Edmund sat back in the carriage, pondering the feeling, and gave a studied look over Annabelle."It really is unfortunate, Ms. Annabelle," he said after a moment, "That you don't get the credit you deserve. I know sometimes...well, often, I take that for granted. But truth is...I'd still be an unknown actor without your brilliance. You've given me my greatest role...and for that, I am thankful."Edmund flushed. He was not used to being openly thankful, but that feeling of appreciation, that feeling of worth, had inspired him. He looked out the window, noting their location."Not far now...station house is just ahead," he said. Annabelle turned her head to openly stare in surprise at Edmund suddenly change of character. At first she could not tell whether he was simply staring in his grand role once more though the way his skin changed colour indicated that perhaps for once he was actually being genuine."It is not a true fault of yours Edmund. You do not make the differences in genders that is decided by those far and above us but maintained by all...at least out in the open. Though it is a pleasant situation to hear you say so, even if the circumstance is a extremely poor one."She began to shift on the seat after what felt to be the strangest conversation with Edmund that she had ever had. It was rare for either to speak openly about the situation that surrounded them."I shall feel better when we get these things back to the station. Looks like we shall be working late tonight. At least it is Sunday tomorrow." Edmund felt himself blush openly as the young woman stared at him. It was true that he had always been somewhat of a cad, but the feeling of usefulness that was building in him made him realize how much he depended on the girl, and something in him needed it to be said. He had not admitted it yet, but there was another reason he needed it to be said.“No fault of mine, perhaps,” he consented, “but for once, I felt it needed to be said. And to be honest…something frightens me about this case. The brutality of it all, the extraordinary measures of violence over what…a doll? I…I just wanted my appreciation to be spoken in case…”He trailed off. He’d never been very good at confronting his own mortality. Words failed to come, but thankfully he was excused from having to speak further, as the carriage arrived at the station house. He coughed, and turned away, embarrassed by the whole situation. Just as quickly, though, he shifted gears, and resumed the mask of the confident, brilliant detective.“We’ve arrived, Ms. Annabelle!” he announced over loud, so that the coachman could hear, “And soon, we shall have the clues we need to capture this fiend! Come – let us away to the station house, and begin piecing this mystery together!” Annabella watched that the man before her changed back to the annoying pig that frustrated her all the time in less time that it would have taken for her to be able to click her fingers and summon a carriage herself. She realized suddenly that she did not quite know him fully bar what image he portrayed to one and all. She had often wondered whether her enjoyed being able to and having the ability to make her feel a full one inch tall in height when he started one of his professional acts. The thought stayed for a second until the carriage pulled to a halt and she rose to her feet. She stepped down after him and was offered a hand as was the right style of etiquette at least here.Though he had of course began walking ahead of her before she had truly found her feet on the ground and was in the station before she had the chance to count to five.He walked abruptly to his large and in her opinion overly luxurious office. She placed the items down on his desk and then pulled her chair over so that she could settle. She pulled out a pair of glasses and looked at the paper first."Could you see if you can find out which language this paper is printed in for certain. I do not wish to make any forms of mistake. As for this doll..."She rose back up and walked to her desk. She opened up several drawers until she found what she was looking for. A simple sewing kit. She placed a needle, thread and a shiny pair of delicate scissors on a piece of white cloth she had also retrieved. Edmund picked up the paper and rubbed his chin curiously. He was not, of course, an expert linguist, but he did have a fairly wide exposure to written languages, thanks to his years on stage. He studied it for a bit, trying to see if he could recognize any of the script. There was something familiar about it, something..."Aha!" he exclaimed, standing proudly, "That's it!"He rushed to his filing cabinet, flipping through stacks upon stacks of unsorted papers. Then, finding what he was looking for, he drew out a piece of yellowing paper and rushed over excitedly to Annabelle."There!" he exclaimed, pointing. The paper was a copy of a theater playbill. It was written in the same language as that on the paper, and in small print, near the bottom of the bill, was Edmund's name."It's from a role I did with a touring company," he said, puffing up proudly, "This one was in Romania. The printer fouled up and put the names in the wrong order; I should have had top billing, of course...but alas, foreign help, you know?" "Romanian? Are you quite sure Edmund?"She decided to ignore his brief lapse into his acting once more because she hoped if she ignored it eventually he would get the message that it did not work with her and that he would sort of push that side of his nature far away when they were at least in private."If it is Romanian why would they be after such a ordinary doll? And do we have any information on the Lady yet or do we just have the surface details still?"She did not actually look at him this time as she spoke but had began to cut away some of the threads of the doll's dress very gently as she wished to see if this so highly sought doll had any more secrets to reveal to the pair. The dress came away easily and she had spare thread to be able to put it back together again when she was done. Though it was just as she was about to start unthread the cloth that contained the stuffing she heard too loud bangs from out side. She was just rising to her feet as the office door was forced open and crashed at the wall behind it.Two large men entered the room one yielding a gun device and the other a large stick. Annabelle grabbed the dolly and slipped it under the desk while everyone seemed to be in a state of confusion.

Hunting the cat.

A Coupon's Quarrel(NicciKotor,ff,keelan,kate)

(Would appreciate posts where you use your name a lot, helps DM with names. I just have the most terrible times with names and can't remember then for worth a damn.)Aria, Feyua, Keela.It would seem to be a rather odd sort of destiny, in terms of how our three young trouble makers would to get to know each other. Due to circumstances beyond a certain Rogue's comprehension, a certain gambling house seems to have gotten into their minds that you owe them some gold from previous gambling practices you tried to use on them. Which, of course, is utter nonsense, who in their right mind would set a fish on fire in the middle of a card game, just to distract and loot like mad? While the strategy was perfectly executed, the young rogue didn't exactly take into account the new security the house installed, mainly being two trolls that were blocking the door.Soon enough Aria found herself rather in a bind, bonded up with plenty of roped and stripped for good measure. The house finding it to be in good business by selling off you and your debt to the locally owned and family run slavery racket. Getting thrown into a rather nice cage in a basement somewhere. It terms of cages, this one is just very well decorated!Meanwhile Keela is getting into some trouble herself. Just arriving to town and hoping to find herself a very nice and comfy Inn to stay at, only to get directed and step into a family owned and operated brothel.... you know, the perfectly legit kind. After a few conversations and some misunderstandings, the Mistress of the perfectly legal establishments thinks that you are the missing whore that they bought that few weeks ago.Which is quite distressing as Keela gets surrounded and captured along with her pet, there being way too many bouncers for an establishment this clean. They don't buy your obvious sob story about not being a whore, judging from your outfit and how sexy you do look. Tied up and stripped as well, wondering what to do with their lazy whore. Then the mistress remembering that they owe a favor from the family owned and operated slavery racket, and soon enough you are carted off and dumped into the same very sharply decorated cage with Aria. Both of you still have your wrists tied behind your back and your anklets tied as well, still naked.All the while this is happening, a certain expert of the naughty arts, Feyua, just happened to be in the neighborhood when these two instances occurred. A random act of kindness/bribery is in order, and it takes a few winks and other naughty acts in order to obtain the gear and outfits the other two girls where wearing.A few more favors and promises of delicious sex gives Feyua all the information she needs. Locating the building that the two unlucky ladies are kept, and easily seducing her way past the meager guards and down into the basement. Seeing the two helpless ladies in the cage, their gear in hand and a few certain things that you just happened to grope while groping other things, like the keys. Aria's head ached, and her body groaned....but mostly, her pride stung. How could she'd let herself get tangled up - literally! - with thugs like these? Sure, she'd begun sneaking out at night to learn the ways of the world as an all-too-cliche act of teenage rebellion, and picked up a few skills usually associated with the thieverous sort, but she was certainly no card cheat. And if she had sought to earn a living cheating at cards, she'd have gone after softer marks, like paunchy noblemen looking to impression their peers around the gentlemen's gaming table, not gangsters who employed trolls!But somehow, she'd earned the apparent consequences of such things, without the fun or profit of having actually merited the accusations! Perhaps a case of mistaken identity, or perhaps it was this gang's way of indebting or enslaving people, via random false accusations.Likely it mattered little; Aria couldn't imagine reasoning with these people, she'd just have to figure out a way. She'd tried struggling with her bindings some, trying not to think about the humiliating of having been stripped and bound like some plucked dinner-chicken or a dark cult's sex-slave.This nudity made it all too easy to notice the natural allure of the other female bound in the cage with her, but she hardly had the luxury of dwelling on such things now. The other girl seemed a rather fit physical specimen, and that was what mattered now -think tactically, Aria reminded herself, a mantra of her goddess.She struggled with her ropes for a bit, then inched toward the other girl as best she could. "Maybe we can help each other somehow, reach each other's bindings with fingers or even teeth?" she asked, trying not to show stress and strain in her voice. It was a surreal way to first greet someone, but then again, these were surreal circumstances.When a third girl made her way into the room, and Aria thought she noticed some of her own things in the lady's possession, her heart leaped further still. "Over here!" she whispered hopefully.Escape Artist checks to free herself, and checks to free Keela, from their bindings. Modifier +5 (0 ranks + 5 Dex). Presuming can take 20 as she seems to have the time for arbitrarily many retries. 'Damn bitch...'she thought, her head throbbing as she clenched her jaw and gave a tug against her bindings'How the hell could she think I am a whore? What whore goes back to the brothel they escaped from?'Strong as she was, physical as she was, Keela hadn't put much effort into breaking her bonds. It wasn't that she couldn't, more that the desire wasn't quite as strong as it should have been for breaking them. The situation was a tad demoralizing and uncomfortable, though she'd likely never admit to it, and the fact that there was another woman, and an attractive one no less, didn't help to focus her any.Of course, the other woman seemed to have far better motivation than she for getting out of her bindings as she inched towards Keela, offering up the idea of using their hands and teeth to help each other out of their bind. Not a bad idea, and Keela really didn't mind helping out now. Apparently she just needed a bit of motivation."If you turn this way more, I could probably get to your hands with my teeth." she responded, straining to keep her own distress from her voice as the other woman was "Not sure how much help I'll be. Worth a shot though."She leaned forward slowly, intent on aiding the woman as she had suggested, and then it seemed they had company. Keela looked, saw it was another woman of absolutelyimpeccableand surreal beauty, and then noted what the other woman had with her. A smile came to her face; apparently she was to be saved from this... rather nice cell... why was it so nice?'Wait, where's Fenrir?'she quickly realized, now looking about for her large, friendly wolven protector'What did they do with him?'QuoteSpellsRanger1st: Longstrider x2Druid0th: Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic, Mending, Create Water x21st: Cure Light Wounds x2, Produce Flame x22nd: Cat's Grace, Barkskin, Bull's Strength, Warp Wood3rd: Cure Moderate Wounds x2, Stone Shape "Fenrir? Your horse perhaps ? Interesting for you to assume I know the mind of all things 'they' but your not too far off the mark gorgeous, however on the subject of your Fenrir, unfortunately you are. Still, if I get demands for information instead of a thankyou-kind-stranger I think a little self indulgence is in order."Feyua grinned mischievously. [ and casts unseen servant to use it to smooth their ruffled hair ]"Oh what I would do to have hired a sketcher now, you two are a sight ! Squirming about in your little rope-wound wormy ways !"Feyua lets go of the two loads and massaged her fingers before helping her self to mithril shirts she spies within. After placing them in turn over her front as if comparing their suitability for her own form she seemingly thinks the better the idea and replaces them offhandedly."Lords know why people try and carry so much, just in case its all useful ? Bah ! Its like a choice to be a pack mule. Silly choice for your likes as women of your looks don't have to be underhanded or do anything in society as you can get pretty much anything you want by simply asking for it, unless your intentions are against the whims of others in which case you would be used to that enough to devise of methods to avoid consequences like this. Both of you here at the same time can't be a mistake, your likely either a threat to someone's lovesick hopes for another or your someones making you a scape goat for something."The sorceress begins to strut while whirling the cell's keys like a windmill around her right forefinger. The keys follow for several normal rotations before the one becomes impossibly slow then drifts away from her hands by the invisible unseen servant towards the first cell's locks."Being in a cell can happen if your inconvenient to someone powerful. Being bound also means they want others to see you as a threat.Beings stripped to boot makes hatred or megalomania directed at your expense highly likely. Such attention is impressive work for what would be otherwise a normal day about these parts."At the last sentence the half-nymph chuckled. The invisible force guiding the keys slowly unlocks the first door then drifts eerily to do likewise to the other."Which leaves me with pretty interesting option, and two cell-sweets with the option of listening. Both of which have been a talk of the town for a while, in flattering ways mainly, however let me empart a word of advice. Although one would think people would want to surround themselves with beauty not compete with it or lock it up in a place like this, alas you don't have to be that pretty before jealousy rears its head and starts such haunting harassment, and as far as prettiness goes, both of you have it by the cartful. So when trying to mingle to avoid such unnecessary complications I suggest flaunting it less and being hooded more often in the future hmm ?"Feyua dipped her head in a respectful gesture towards the swashbuckler"But first things first You must be the adorable Aria ... " and again towards the druidess."... and you are the cute curvy Keela " After seeing to the second door being unlocked the keys drift as if held by a ghost bobbing up and down in time to words the witch placed emphasis .. before returning into one of her hands lazily."I'm not against exploiting the vulnerable by anyone's standards, most importantly my own, but if something more interesting is at foot here I want to stick my beak in it. Why I hear you both thinking ? Perhaps so I can ensure to keep clear of the same thing happening to me, perhaps to see if your framers are up to is something I want to relieve their ungraceful mits of and be firmly in yours-truly one's less so. Perhaps to return the favor of being well ... so immaturely charmless towards quite magnificent creatures. Both of you must have some smarts or your would be wives already chained to some mans bed by now, which means your smart enough to know you need to find out why as well, and while your faces are framed as belonging here your going to need my help."Feyua nodded as if the conclusion was inescapable."I, of course, am Feyua. Savior sorceress happily at her own service. "At this the woman lifts her nose in the air to posture unashamedly."and although it greatly pains me to end such a sultry scene before I see to more sensations, all worth a song know only the -less- sedacious ... "[ Feyua casts animate rope on the cords binding Aria such that they unravel from the woman to coil neatly in the corner of her cell ]"suit"[ and repeats it with another cast for the one binding Keela ]"such"While the freed women instinctively massage their chaffed wrists, the witch twirls .."circumstances." .. to end in the flourish of an elaborate curtsy. The entering sorceress's demeanor at first gave Aria the stomach-twisting worry that she was one of her captors; the way she took the time and magic style her own hair rather than free them. When the lady seemed to express undue interest in their possession and taunt them for being...spoiled? (it was true Aria was an aristocratic daughter, but she wondered if the lady knew this or was intuiting somehow or guessing from their things), Aria felt a great worry that the lady would decide simply to run off with the material profit of their gear.She couldn't completely follow the lady's profusions, but gathered that she seemed to disapprove of her circumstances or whatever actions she supposed she had committed. Well, Aria reflected, if the thugs had falsely accused her of cheating at cards, who knew what other lies they'd sown? The lady even knew her name.Hopefully she'd get out and get a chance to clear the air. She certainly wasn't going to argue with her maybe-rescuer while still helpless though, that could prove most foolish and dangerous."Ahhh, thanks!" she relaxed as the ropes gave way. Freed, she helped Keela to her feet and went outside the unlocked-cell immediately.While redressing and rearming with her things, she told the blonde rescuer, "Thank you, Feyua was it? Or I shall happily call you 'savior sorceress'....and as thanks, let me just as you suggest, help prevent a fate such as this from befalling you. From what I gather, the thugs here are all too happy to use any excuse to seek to capture a lovely lady like yourself. Let's work together to get clear of this place, to our own mutual safety!" (While Aria thinks about the future and what to do with the soon to come woman hunt for the escape girls, she remembers something that could prove useful. You somehow managed to bribe/sex up a local mage in the town, and used the action to bribe a certain, 'coupon', if you will from him, for one free teleport to any convenient location. This would seem to be the best way to escape from the town, since by foot would only get you so far.) Feeling more mentally composed once her attire was, Aria tried to think back to what she did remember pre-capture, to better explain her circumstances or get them out of there. She realized that she'd not only need to escape from this immediate room and building, but probably skip town for awhile, lest the thugs just recapture her.That rendered her thoughts more specific, and she thought of something which might also be of interest to and smooth things with the other two. "Hmm, before all this, I managed to, uh, sweettalk a local hedge-maze into offering one spell of teleportation without the usual gold-charge. The spell would take several, I believe. If you two are inclined to such an exodus, you're welcome...if we just run from town, we might yet get ridden down." QuoteJust for future reference, 'This is Keela's thoughts, and "This Keela's spoken word", and "This is Keela's spoken word in a language other than Common, which I will specify as it is used in the thread"Keela didn't like this... Feyua. She talked to much, seemed a tad self absorbed, belittled her and told her all she needed was her beauty to get by, and spoke in a complicated, eloquent fashion that made her sound stuck up... and the way the woman looked at her and commented about her lack of clothing and situation made her shift uncomfortably from the attention, though Keela told herself she was just getting into a better position. The sorceress was still better than any alternative, and maybe it was just a poor first impression.The sorceress undid her ropes, opened the cage, and hadn't made off with her pricey mithral chain that she'd seen her eyeing. She also made a point: you don't exactly 'mistake' someone for the whore you'djustgotten but escaped, so it had to be a set up of some sort. Accepting Aria's hand up, Keela got up, gave the sorceress a soft 'thanks,' and moved right to her gear. She strapped it all on quickly, maybe too quickly, her armor fitting nicely under her standard garb for her Shiftweave, and her weapons hanging off her belt comfortably once more. A brief snap, and her clothing changed, becoming longer, heavier... her winter outfit. Given the temperature outside, it was a tad impractical, but after what had happened Keela wanted as much of her body covered as possible, not that she'd admit that if you asked her.As Aria gave her thanks and offered the notion of mutual protection from whatever had gotten the two of them throne into an admittedly nice cell, which Keela agreed with though she vocalized and admitted nothing, the subject then came up of how to get out of town, and the best way determined came from the beautiful Aria: a Hedge-Mage and a free teleportation anywhere! Still..."The wizard is a good idea, and we'd definitely not make it far on foot, but my wolf, Fenrir, is still missing." Keela commented as she slid her magical amulet around her neck "I'd like to find him, make sure he's safe and with us before we magic ourselves out of here. He means a lot to me, and it would be best if we moved as a group for now." (At the mention of a large wolf by Keela, Feyua should recall a strange enough dog that was sniffing around this building before she would enter it. Perhaps that was the Fenrir in question?) Feyua (#msg3244997) seemed disappointed. She was hoping for a more thanks than what she got but obvious both were quiet upset with their world turning against them without warning, while still seeming pretty bleak to them.Such a response most would have expected, but being so used to being the focus of most peoples attentions, such a thing was new, abrupt and felt like a lance of ungratefulness."Hmm."The sorceress folded her arms as they rushed to their gear. Perhaps they would thank her properly for endangering herself for their hides for this later..."A wolf ? One was linger outside wining annoyingly, it may be a good idea you saw to that before the guards put it down thinking its not worth the risk letting it wonder free."Once both were dressed the sorceress gave both an eye over."Mithril really is very fetching, those hug your curves much better than they would mine. Anyway where were we ? Argh yes. Look sweeties, whatever plan you go with, do you both just want to high tail it to a place more welcoming or would you care to personally see to those who did this ?""But yes yes first things first. I can understand if you both are keen on high tailing it, after a few hours in this place I can see why. But first know I can make you both invisible and witch illusionist sounds and sights to make it seem your both still trapped or fled in a direction you haven't. This gives Keenla time to reunite with her pet yes, but also an opportunity to see who is most upset about you disappearing. We could be invisibile while following your would be pursuers while hopefully hearing to plans they have which your freedom complicates. Furthermore it allows Aria to keep her faith hedge-mage's thing, for tighter spots than this. Good plan yes ? " Wonderful! Keela smiled when she heard that Fenrir, at least it was most likely him, was nearby. Made finding him easier, and it shouldn't be too difficult to get to him either. Gods help whatever guard tries to fuck with him though; he wasn't just any old wolf...Then again, she didn't know what awaited her outside this room... and that could be problematic.Still, Feyua, who seemed to be less preachy and a bit more along the lines of a tad word now, brought up the notion of trying to figure out who had decided to imprison both of them. Keela wasn't sure if there was any connection between Aria's and her own situations, but it did seem odd that they were the only ones stuck in such a nice looking cell. Why go to that expense on a cell if it was for any old whore or slave?Still, even if therewasan overarching plot against them, the fact that they'd managed to do what they'd done was clearly a testament to their power. It was well beyond what Keela was capable of handling, and she was well aware of that."Feyua, as good of an idea as that is, if someonewasexecuting some elaborate plot against us, and they managed to capture two of us with relative ease, then whoever it is is clearly more dangerous than we can handle, even if we know who it is." Keela stated as she checked her shamshir, seeing if it was in good order "I say we leave here, grab Fenrir, and find some way out of here, be it the wizard or otherwise. I'm pretty good in the wild, so we might be able to make it by foot if you'd rather give that a try."Putting her blade back in it's sheath, she addressed them again."But regardless, we need tonot be hereas soon as possible. Can we get moving before someone decides to come down and see how we're doing of something?" Keela concluded, motioning to the doorway that Kate had come through.QuoteTrying to pick the pace up a bit is all "Agreed," Aria said, grim-faced as she looked about the room for any documents or items that might provide information or even just value. "I care more about surviving than revenge at the moment, I barely remember just how I was overopowered, which suggests I've overmatched."She smiled at Feyua, "Which goes for how I was putherespecifically - since you alone came here of your own volition, I gather you're the most knowledgable to lead us out? And tour offer of invisibility is wise indeed. Let's grab Keela's wolf" - she was intrigued by that fact itself, "and 'vanish' in all respects!"Search checks in the room...taking 20 if possible since Aria would've made arbitrarily many search checks while in the cage (of the area within 10' of the bars at least). Search modifier before roll is +12, so +32 if T20. "Perhaps your right, perhaps even combined they may overpower us, however I wouldn't mind coming back here when I am more prepared .. but perhaps I need to get better at what I do first. The guards will be wondering why I am taking so long soon so we go with what we have agreed on and now. I will make you both invisible very soon then create an illusion of a vortex taking up the area between both of your cells in a way it could be believed to have dragged you both into its clutches. I will crate Ghostly sounds of your screams coming from the illusion which also showing the ends of two ropes - trailing from each cell being dragged into it. Enough to imply you both were retched into it unwillingly. The sounds and illusion I will ensure fades to nothing within 30 seconds, long enough to see but not long enough to find the key's and open the gate to check its truth"Feyua (#msg3244997) gathered the two neat coils of rope and placed them into her harversack, then locked the doors again, removing evidence that the staged performance would be false."Wait in a corner until you hear loud screams from the vortex, then continue waiting until both guards bolt into the room after which you can run upstairs past them. The screams I will make so loud your footsteps will not be heard. Aria ..."The sorceress passed her the cell's keys."... as you pass the guards, desk please please leave the keys on it for that is the place I stole them from. Keenla once your out of the building I am sure your wolf will notice your scent and follow you wherever you go. I hope to get strong enough to face what wretched corruption exists in this town and if either of you are keen on thinking the same thing once you have your freedom meet me at the dancing tree a mile from this place. You will only be invisible for a matter of minutes so both of you just use it to get past the guards, return the keys, fetch your wolf and get out of the village and into the woods - no more."Feyua cast ~invisibility~ on both in turn, hoping they liked the plan. Not that there was any time to discuss another now... before creating the ~illusion~ of a vortex coupled with the rope ends feeding into it ... then the horrible ~ghostly sounds~ of screaming from it began.("Guards guards !!! Both of you please come quickly look ! Some evilness is stealing the prisoners !"Feyua mimicked being panicked and frightened as best she could pointing at the vortex with a trembling finger, the pitch of her voice hysterical. The rest of the basement that you three are in is rather bare of essentials or anything else besides a few desks and the cage itself you two were trapped in. The cage just sitting there looking very much adorable, nicely decorated and a nice floor in it as well.Besides that nothing happens until Feyua starts up her plan, casting her various spells and getting you two invisible. While this is going on she yells at the guards to defend her poor defenseless self against some sort of planar anomaly. After a few more screams on her part and the weird sounds, two guards do come down to see what the fuss is over.Getting quite distressed over the hole in space/time, yelling at Feyua about what happened and what caused this. Staying very much far back and swords drawn, something if anything is going to pop out. Phew - so far so good - now just to get to that tree. Hopefully the guards would be surprised enough to be staring at it for a few seconds ... enough for her invisible comrades to make to safety.All they needed was a few minutes of confusion."Oh lords I am not brave like both of you are."In a paniced voice Feyua gave the guards praise after what she thought was enough time for the others to exploit the opportunity and manage what they though to."I would hate to think what it would try and do if it was in the open. Oh heavens ! If you both have the nerve to stay firm watching then know why they trusted you, both so prone, beautiful and naked it was no wonder an evil found them !! W hat else people thinking could happen after tempting fate so ? "Seeing their attention fixed to the apparition, Freya rushed out the building in a way mimicking a god- fearing maiden as best she could. Perhaps they would piece things together with help later. Perhaps those relevant would believe what they saw. What mattered was getting to that tree.What happened afterward were worries for another time.The best way Feyua thought to get out of the town in a hurry was to be the emotional embodiment of a problem guards would not want to care for. While running out of the building to the woods the sorceress adopted a pose of one that had seen their worst nightmares come to lifeWhile running, any who would care to stop Feyua would entice a frantic look while a yell was bellowed close to screaming."The cell chambers are haunted !! Evil owns them now !! They have already taken some ! They are emerging there to take us all ! Save yourselves ! "... those who hestitated or turned towards the place, she would pry herself free in a manner a drowning woman would to continue running... to the woods... and out of the village. Glad to see things were finally working out, more or less, as Keela turned quite invisible, something she greatly appreciated after that little ordeal she was saved from. As Feyua made the illusion, and she took her spot in a corner, Keela figured that maybe the woman wasn't so bad. She stil talked to much, as evidence by the screaming and screeching that had ensued, but at least it was good for allowing her to walk out after the guards had entered. Easy enough a job, given the situation, and Keela made her way out of the building easily enough.Once outside, she let out a quick whistle, one that she was sure her furry friend would recognize, and only when she finally saw Fenrir running towards her from around the side of the building did she take off towards the gates at a brisk pace. Not running, her footsteps would be too loud, but with Fenrir at her side she figured nobody would look twice at a little extra sound, and a tad more dust coming from around the wolf's feet. As she made her way out of town, a screaming caught her ears, a familiar screaming, and not long after the screaming passed her in the form of a gorgeous sorceress seemingly fleeing in naught but utter terror. The sight and sound of it all made Keela's face and lip twitch; did the woman not know what subtlety was?Passing by the gates with ease, as all they saw was the wolf wondering calmly out into the village, Keela picked up the pace and headed the last bit of distance to the tree. By the time she'd arrived there, Feyua was already there, and the invisibility was wearing off. Keela also noted to herself that it was a lot warmer with her Shiftweave in her Winter Outfit form, but... it still covered the most skin, and she still was a bit bothered after being tied up, naked, after having been stripped by a bunch of men and thrown into a cell."Feyua... thanks for what you've done," Keela began, approaching the young, gorgeous woman "but was running, screaming through town like that, drawing asmuchattention as possible to yourself, really the best idea?" (waiting on ff, then I shall be time skipping to the mage to save all of us some time and hassle. This should not have had taken this long to complete.) Grateful to be invisible, and making note of Feyua's penchant for the threatrical, as well as Keela's lupine companion, Aria kept a hand on Keela's shoulder to keep from losing track of her. She intended to make use of the full duration of her own invisibility cell, not wanting to be seen by any of her captors or anyone who might be in cahoots with them, or even bullied into revealing which way they'd fled (for this reason she also didn't mind when the visible Feyua went ahead).Rendezvousing, she mentioned again about the teleport IOU and offered to lead the others to the mage's digs, or she'd be fairly content to follow them fleeing any other directions or means, as long as it was away, especially if either expressed a particular interest in and competence at woodland navigation."So anything particular we show know about this tree, Feyua? Or just a distinctive place to meet. Not so distinctive that our captors will guess where we'd rendezous, I trust. By the way, thanks for rescuing us so much! How came you to delving down into their basement, if you don't mind explaining - trust me, if you were just robbing them, that's fine by me!""Also, if we go overland, through woods or otherwise, best find some opportunity to break our tracks for awhile, by sweepng over them for a stretch in the woods, or wading up or down a creek for awhile, or somesuch. I'm no expert in such matters." You three manage to get to the tree without any more hassles, the jog there quite refreshing after spending all of those hours in that basement. About maybe a good half mile away from the town, with nothing spectacular going on within. Aria comes to the conclusion that being sneaky and getting the mage to come to them would be the best idea out there.Leaving the two of you there at the tree, disguising herself and re entering the city without any troubles. Heading on over to the mages house, and after a quick knock and pick locking, getting inside easily. Finding the mage himself sleeping on sofa and after a few slaps and pokes he wakes up in some order.Making good on your bribes about various things that you two have done together, he readily agrees to help you get out of the town and the general area rather quickly. He puts on his pants and his cloak on in due order, appearing in his mid 30s and rather mild fatty build.It takes longer to being him along and back outside of the town, telling the guards that he wants to take a stroll with his new whore and will be out for a few hours. The town guards not wanting to annoy someone that has eye lasers so they don't check the two of you. Soon enough the two of you reach the tree, where the mage smiles even more from seeing two more lovelies in his sights."So Madams, where shall you like to go? Hekin, Koliyn, or maybe Grenda? I do have heard that Koliyn has such lovely weather at this time of the year. Why I remember my first wife liked to vacation there and shop with her friends, Besty and what was her name again? Hmmm... I'm sure I know her name from somwhere. Ah yes, Polly! Her name was Polly. Polly was very fat you see and sure did love her salty snacks, and always loved to talk talk talk!Speaking of fat people, did anyone else see the new waitress at the tea shop down the road? Why oh why would the managers hire such a pudgy girl for such a job? I do find it much more acceptable to give such positions to a more thin and lovely section of girls. Well I do suppose that to find such girls in this town these days would be quite hard, I would imagine. Must be in such high demands for their talents at being very pretty to look at. In any case I shall be having a discussion with the manager about hiring proper ladies for his establishment, or I shall be taking my tea time elsewhere.Speaking of tea..."(This is going to keep going until someone shuts him up.) Aria felt chagrin (but not surprise) when the mage passed her off as his whore...but oh well, whatever achieved her ends. Hopefully the guards would be too worried about magic reprisals to try to snatch 'his whore'. One way or another, the foray back into town seemed to've gone smoothly. Besides, Aria had no intention of coming back to this thug-ridden town anytime soon, so it hardly mattered if the locals got the idea she were a whore or card-cheat.At the tree, she smiled apologetically at her new friends at his demeanor, although she didn't mind his rambling that much - preferable to leching over her personally! She asked Keela and Feyua, "Either of you recommend a good place to be safely away from our captors, and maybe find some new honest work? I myself, by the by, am more or less in the adventuring profession these days, retrieving kidnapped girls and maybe dispatching the scoundrels behind it, maybe an occasional treasure hunt of the information checks out, things like that."She then drew her eyes meaningfully from Feyua to the mage and back to Feyua: the mage was of course quite the lech, and Aria had gotten the sense that Feyua was the most inclined or apt to use wiles to get what one needed from a man like that. Anyone still alive? Aria eventually came back with the mage... who proceeded to talk, and talk, and talk...'Good Obad-Hai, he's worse than Feyua!'she thought as he seemed to ramble on and on."Hey, hey, hey! Please, stay focused!" Keela said, some semblance of urging to her voice "She asked you here for a teleport, not a talking."Turning to address Aria, Keela had to think about it some more. She really didn't know too many other places to head that would be worthwhile; she'd never really ventured over into this are of the continent before. Stopping to consider her various options, she noted that the fat wizard said something about Koliyn..."He mentioned Koliyn, you two heard of that place before? Doesn't ring a bell with me..." Keela stated, crossing her arm as Fenrir walked over and sat down at her right side "You guys have any idea the stuff we'd be able to do there?" Feyua couldn't seem to stop puffing. How comparatively unfit she was was shocking, so much so it would be hard to beleive she could exist for long away from luxuries"How on earth do you both run UP hills ?"she leaned back on the tree( and tried to regain her breath. Seeing frustration of wanting to talk while needing to breath deeply was humorous but those that giggled only managed to gain a nasty stare from the sorceress in return.Minutes later holding her knees doubled over she managed to string more than one sentence together"As far as I know the tree is just shaped like a dancer, its well known, I probably choose a poor place to meet but it was the only place i could think of at the time." Feyua then scanned the others"If your the mage that has offered my acquaintance a teleport I fear she may be in need of it now. I think I over did it there before and I am sure some will follow wanting to ask questions. I whistled for my horse ... but I a can't recall if I let her roam free or tied her ... "The moment she mentioned it seemed two riderless horses could be seen making their way towards where they were ... hard to make out between the leaves if they were Aria's or Feyuas though ... the colors seemed right ..."If that IOU thing is still going - any chance we can all come with you?" "Ah well yes, what I was saying before with tea. Quite an excellent blend of spice and herbs in the Grand Hukil blend, I assure you. Quite nice when paired with fish as well. Ah yes, Koliyn? Such a wonderful place this time of the year, such great weather. I do hope that their cherry festivals are still going on at this time of the year. I would oh so enjoy shopping and sampling the goods, but alas I am stuck here with my research.Speaking of my research, did you know that you can teach a rabbit to dance with only a modest amount of electricity? I know! I was just shocked from the results I assure you madams. Lately I've been doing some more research into what happens when...."His wild rantings and going off topic keep going on while the three of you discuss travel plans. Your horses do show up eventually as well, munching on the tree and looking like stupid horses. Talking... talking... talking, talking, talking talkingtalking... why did the goddamn wizard keep talking?! It was grinding her nerves, and the longer they talked the more likely they'd be found by the guards or whoever was after them. She wanted out of therefive minutes ago!"Hey, Mr. Wizard!" Keela interrupted as the mage seemed intent on droning on and on about aimless nothings "Pay attention here and get to work! We'd like to go to Koliyn, now please send us there; all three of us, my wolf Fenrir, and the two horses."She didn't normally make such decisions without first consulting with the others who'd be affected, but at the moment fear for her life, a still maintained sense that her person had been violated in some way was enough to motivate her to action. Now all that was necessary was for them to actually be teleported... Anyone else alive? Quote from: NicciKotor on 19-07-2010, 05:14:14Anyone else alive?Yeah, it's just Aria has much worse social skills (except Bluff) than the other PCs, so I'm letting them deal with Mr. Wizard. And I don't really have anything to offer about where to teleport to, since I don't really know anything about the world. Honestly if you just want to 'auto' our PCs for this, it's fine with me, as it's sort of an odd situation (where the players don't' have any of the world-knowledge their PCs would for such an open-ended decision). Whatever city they've heard has the best 'job market' for adventurers, I guess, and isn't known to be connected to the 'mafia' that trapped them. "Ah ok, Koliyn then it is? Wonderful weather they have there, I'm sure you three lovely ladies shall enjoy it. Do look up one of my friends there, his name is Bob the Stabber. He likes to stab things, mostly things involving fish. Koylin is such a wonderful port town after all, such lovely fish markets. Tell him when you find him that he still owes me 1000 gp, and I would rather need it promptly. Would just hate to send one of other associates, Tod the Slasher, to go and find him.Well then, shall we begin?"He makes the group of you into a more or less clumped together off to the side. Meanwhile he takes out a book and starts to read it, trying to find the correct spell and such. Getting rather distracted by what is in the book, looking flustered. Spending a few minutes looking at one page and then another, mumbling to himself."Huh, I thought I paid off that whore last month. What did I do with her again...? Hmmm...."Pondering to himself for a good while longer while you three stand there awashed in horror and anger. He finally finds the solution to the problem at hand, mumbling to himself some more before getting out a pencil and erasing something or other. Trying to remember what was going on, before seeing you three STILL standing there.Finally getting focused after easily ten minutes or rambling to himself and checking out his book, to only then find out that this is his accounting book and not his spell book. Putting that back away into his pockets and fishing around for the real spell book. Rummaging around in his pockets for some more time, finally finding the right book and pulling it out.Then taking his sweet time trying to find the right page, finally getting to the right spot. Chanting off the correct arcane words, with there being a spell circle appearing on the grass around you all. Soon enough he waves his hand there is a POP!First there was the most annoying mage that has ever existed in all of mankind, the next there is sky. Apparently after taking stock of your situation, you are a few mile or so up in the atmosphere, free falling in no time. The horses freaking the shit out as you all plummet to your doom. The good news of this all, if you care to pay attention, is that there is a city underneath you all.(whoops, got my group rps mixed up. In any case, this is a puzzle for the purposes of it being a puzzle.) Aria had a really bad feeling, and was very very very close to not being willing to let the mage teleport her, as his incompetent manner just screamed 'this is gonna go wrong'.But what else was she gonna do?She found herself skyborne, over the city, amidst her new two- and four- legged companions in freefall."Any of you know any 'Feather Fall' type magic or possess rings or such?" she screamed, hoping to be heard amidst the rush of air, and trying to angle her body to maintain the same air resistance and velocity as the others.Keela's wolf had reminded her of other nature-attuned divine magic wielders she'd adventured with in the csat, and she had another idea."Keela! Can you shapeshift into a large bird or summon a few, to clutch us in 'your' or their claws and glide us down safely?" "I can curse us all to have impractically large wings perhaps those of a bat or an eagle,once that are more annoying than good could be viewed far from a benefit !".... Controlling them however is another matter...IT was a long shot but Freya tried as best she could to grapple the others ... if any agreed she would give it a go. "Try not to grapple Keela, as it'll interfere with any spellcasting she does. Also grappling together will probably just reduce our wind resistance and speed up our fall!"Aria figured grappling would also reduce her ability to tumble out of the end of the fall, although at this height that tactic alone might not save her life. "FUCK!!!" Keela screamed as she found herself flying through the air, against her will.Not exactly waiting on Aria to finish her speech and for the sorceress to grab her, Keela quickly focused her energy to call upon a giant winged beast, which would be sufficient in atleastslowing down the descent of her companions. Then she'd have to summon another for Fenrir, and finally she'd have to shapeshift herself into a winged beast. Unfortunately, the horses were pretty much fucked; they would be little more than glue after this.QuoteSummon Nature's Ally of 3rd Level in order to summon a Giant Eagle for Aria and Feyua to grab onto (grapple for Aria and Feyua to grab onto. Not exactly easy to grab onto a giant eagles legs while free falling. Grapple DC 20. You have 8 more rounds to retry to grab. Fenrir will have to do a bite attack to snap onto the second eagle when it gets summoned.I always found summoning durations to be too brief. 1 round/level is too little, so change it to 1 minute/level. So you have 6 minutes of safety to reach land at this high up.) Aria mentally thanked Keela, and would properly later, shifting int the to reach for and grab one of the eagle's legs.Did 8 grapple rolls: the pre-modified d20 rolls are 18 18 15 14 4 19 3 15, plus her +6 Grapple modifier, or +11 if Aria can apply Weapon Finesse (not trying to overpower the eagles, so it's more like a touch attack), either way she reaches 20 on the first oneAlso the eagles couldl use their turns to grab onto our girls, yes? In which case Aria would obviously choose to not make / fail the 'opposed' grapple check you normally make for a hostile grapple (The eagles would be too busy trying to slow down their acceleration once you ladies have grabbed onto them. The eagles can choose to not oppose the grapple, that is a given.) (But if they'd be doing that *after* the girls grabbed onto them, as you said, it means they can make grapple checks to help the girls get on before that...they wouldn't want to slow down before the girls were on them, or the girls would no longer be alongside them) (The same problem still applies, they are too busy keeping same velocity to be of much help to grapple. Going to wait on kate and see what she does before posting the results.) Feyua saw the others seem to have a plan, curse their nimble bodies... compared to her own statue these other women may as well be athletes. The ranger could make that grapple but Feyua wasn't under any illusions of how neglected her own prowess for such things were.Three attempts: (str modifier of -2, large creature + 4 - so effectively + 2 ie she would need a 18,19 or 20 to succeed) 15, 9, 6 .. fail first three attempts... Feuya would give up hoping subsequent attempts wouldn't "Blast it ! always moving ! stay still you silly beast !" in truth the beast was doing a good job making the job as easy as the situation allowed - it was Feyua's inability to keep centered while the wind tugged this way and that on her robes that made life hard, blaming another did help vent frustration though.Aria seemed like a gymnast, grasping the legs easily, Feyua managed a glance at Keela, who was in a focus suited for spellcrafting - likely one that will save her bacon - but not much more. She already did beyond what most would think calling this bird to help ... she wouldnt have time for another - as good as her intentions were - neither were going to save this city-slicker sorceress.There was one hope left.... Freyua stopped fighting the currents of the wind as best she could and closed her eyes. Cursing herself wasn't exactly what she had in mind doing when she woke up this day, cursing herself to save her own life ? Who would have thought ? one breath, two - then the words came ...(Feyua casts bestow curse on herself)"Thoughts of using. thoughts of abusing - are one and the same to certain kin,such nature sometimes shown via horns or tails of inclination's sin.But some devils have neither but instead boast certain muscles, sinews, bones and skinSign of deserved race-hatred be pride-warn cloak about from without to within.Rightful distrust and distaste of such incline glamor of false-form elsewise however,Only to reveal true demonic nature when in private surprise of lured other,All Gods and Godesses know I have done demonic duties before from choice and chance.For fair warning to others, such their wings now deserved-me, large to even careless glance."( recalled a silhouette of a demoness she saw once from a far and focused on the memory as best she could ...... just the wings ... focus on wings... Wwwwingggsssss !!! (waiting on keelan) Everyone does manage to get into the town without too much fuss, as the two of you see keela float off in the distance in her own bird form, never to be seen again!The time is around 2pm when the two of you float down towards one of the side streets, with various people looking at you, not caring enough to go any further then that. The summoned birds popping out of existence soon enough. The city itself is quite massive from what you can see from the air, bordering a river that goes right into the sea on the west side of the town. If you can judge your whereabouts, it appears to be around the southwestern segment of the city. Various buildings on the street you are in are quite run down looking, with plenty of nailed and boarded windows and other signs of hazards.More of a crowd starts to gather at one end of the street, watching the two lovely ladies that fell from the sky, still wondering where the two of you came from. The street itself doesn't have too much through traffic, being a side street of sorts. Mostly looks like a collector street, with the buildings themselves being at most 4 stories tall. Made out of a interesting red stone, native to the region.If you were to pay attention, you can smell the slight tinge of the ocean nearby as well, with the smell getting overpowered but not all of the way by the raw sewage and other unpleasant things around, of which includes a dead hobo off to the corner. This is not the more pleasant side of town. "When things get down, chew on some tic-tats!" (I assume I can cast remove curse on myself - thanks for being lenient in the previous scenes - - if not just tell me)Feyua looked to her companion Aria and rolled her eyes"Didnt think we were going to get out of that one, luck must be on our side, lets hope we didnt use it all up"Stretching out previous anxiety the sorceress felt a little renewed, city dwellings gave her more comfort ... assuming her reputation didn't preceded her"I don't know about you but I was thinking it may be a good idea to see if we can find some sponsor or gather some coin, Im a little spare from previous spending and perhaps some here have work both of us can manage .. shall we see if there are any communal boards offering rewards for whatever suits us ? There is nothing like the feeling of gold in ones purse to make one feel comfortable."

A Coupon's Quarrel(NicciKotor,ff,keelan,kate)

The Avatar and the Earth Empress ((evilnerf & Chuukun))

Kuvira strode through the camp that her army had set up on the outskirts of Zaofu, the city she had called home for many years and left three years ago in a dispute with its matriarch, Suyin Bei Fong. Now, she had returned, now known as the Great Uniter, after all the work she had done to mend the scattered and torn remnants of the Earth Kingdom after the death of the Earth Queen. And as a reward, she had chosen to depose the heir, a weak, spineless fool that would have been little more than an instrument of outside force and took the title of Empress of the new Earth Empire. And with her evergrowing and loyal followers, she had almost completed her reunification of the old territories...... but Zaofu was one of the last and probably one of the hardest challenges to that end. Of course there had been the obligatory negotiations at first and although she the faint hope that bringing Bolin with her might persuade Suyin to see reason, Kuvira wasn't terribly surprised when she was sternly rebuked. She had lost a lot of respect for that woman even before leaving Zaofu, but more so after. Instead of sharing the prosperity of her city and the advancements of her husband, that bitter old woman chose to sit on it while the people went leaderless, being preyed upon by bandits and living in poverty. It only hardened her resolve to take Zaofu, more than ever.Flanked by Bataar Jr. who had agreed to aid her when they left Zaofu and Bolin, who seemed a bit distraught after having been confronted by his girlfriend Opal over his choice of allegiance, Kuvira issued orders to her generals as she passed them by. "Make sure your men are ready to attack by noon tomorrow.", she instructed them. Bolin whined and questioned if she truly intended to attack Suyin. "I gave them a fair deal, Bolin, more than fair. You were there. If they choose to refuse it, knowing the consequences, I am left with little choice in the matter.", Kuvira explained to him. "I do hope your feelings towards Opal and Suyin don't deter you from doing what's necessary, Bolin?", she asked, her voice as cool as her demeanor now. She demanded loyalty from those serving under her and if somebody showed signs of dissension, well... she couldn't have that in her forces, now could she?But Bolin quickly relented and backed down, so she sent him on his way. Though that little outburst of his had made her suspicious enough and she instructed two guards to keep an eye on him as she entered her tent, her temporary command center in this camp. There, she received reports of various events, none of which truly surprised her. Republic City wouldn't and couldn't send its forces in time to reinforce Suyin, the Fire Nation and Water Tribes remained officially neutral, no unexpected troop movements were detected within Zaofu, all was going according to plan.Though there was something that was slightly unusual. She had been informed about a skybison approaching and landing in Zaofu. Airbenders, though her scouts weren't sure how many of them, had arrived. Though they should be unaffiliated, Kuvira had the suspicion that, just like Opal, they'd side with Suyin on this matter, no matter how outmatched they were. It irritated her to no end, though she showed no outward signs of this. This was an internal Earth Empire matter and none of their business. Negotiations had failed and she honestly didn't believe that Suyin would change her mind in the coming 24 hours and sign the declaration that would once more make Zaofu part of the Earth Empire. So, it would be a battle...The only person who could with any right interfere now was the Avatar, but Korra had disappeared to the South Pole for the better part of 3 years now, some reports even said that she left that place some time ago, only to completely vanish altogether. A shame, the woman called the Great Uniter thought. Though they hadn't interacted much, Kuvira figured that Korra would support her cause. After all, wasn't she doing what the Avatar was supposed to be doing by bringing unity and harmony to her people? Then again, perhaps her absence was for the best, as it wouldn't suprise Kuvira at all if Korra were to take the side of Suyin on this, even against any sane judgment.Kuvira sat down in her chair, again staring at the map of her Earth Empire on the table in front of her that showed just what she had accomplished so far... and what she still had left to do. Zaofu would be an initial test for her army, she knew. She had taken a lot of Suyins security forces with her and wasn't entirely sure if the woman had managed to replenish it fully in the meantime or even build it up further. Either way, she expected a victory here. And then, her army, bolstered by it, would march onto its final and toughest challenge: Republic City... The Skybison landed nearby Kuvira's camp. Korra climbed out. Once, she might have jumped out and used her bending to make a showy display, but still weakened by the lingering traces of poison in her body, she simply climbed from the creatures back and strode into the camp.She was wearing a green tank top, and her hair was cut short, she barely resembled the Avatar. She walked through the camp, headed straight to the command tent. Troops looked as if they may try and stop her, but they saw little need to do so seeing as how she was headed straight towards Kuvira and if anyone could defeat the Avatar, it would be her. Of course, as it is, they didn't realize that she could barely hold her own against run of the mill earth benders, but Korra was counting on her fearsome reputation. She just hoped it would work on Kuvira as well.Korra stopped outside the tent, "Kuvira!" She yelled, "Come out here. We need to talk." Her voice was firm and combative, as she projected every bit of her confidence into it. Kuvira was still going over the maps and battle plans, not just for Zaofu, but also for Republic City, when she heard a slight commotion outside. Something heavy landing, her men in a bit of a stir, yet no fighting had broken out. Then, she was called out. The voice, though not overly familiar, could belong only to one person. After all, none of her troops would be brash enough to demand an audience like that and Suyin... well, Suyin wouldn't bother talking to her if she came to her camp, Kuvira was sure. So, there was only one conclusion: An unlikely visitor...Stepping out of her tent to answer the bold challenge, Kuvira saw that her intuition had been correct. "Avatar Korra, a pleasure to see you.", she greeted the young Avatar. Stepping towards her, Kuviras expression and posture was amicable. After all, the two young women surely were so alike. Both strove for the safety of their people and both were no strangers to tough decisions in pursuit of that goal. Plus, three years ago during the fight against the Red Lotus, it had been Kuvira who had saved Korras father. Surely the Avatar hadn't forgotten.So, there was no reason for Kuvira to show Korra any ill will. Quite the opposite, in fact. "Though, I admit, I hadn't expected you to show. Last thing I heard was that you were at the South Pole, recuperating.", she informed her, but smiled gently as she looked her over as she stood before her. Kuvira could tell that, despite the show the Avatar made of it, not all of her strength had returned, though she didn't let that on. "It is good to see that you've fully recovered.", she instead told her, putting a friendly hand on the Avatars shoulder.Though, that still left the question of why Korra had come, demanding to speak to Kuvira. "I assume you've come to express your support for my cause?", she inquired. Though she knew the chances of that were slim, it would be bad for morale if she showed anything but utmost confidence in front of her men. It seemed far more likely that her sentimental bonds towards Suyin led her to take her side, but perhaps the Avatar could still surprise her. "You mean the plan where you conquer the Earth Kingdom by force? That plan?" she said incredulously. "It's insane. Zao Fu is your home!". Korra had come here expecting a fight, but she hoped that Kuvira would listen to sense.She had absolutely not forgotten that Kuvira had saved her father, and that's why she thought she could convince her from this. She gave a guilty glance to the side when Kuvira brought up her recovery. Things had gotten so bad while she was gone, and she'd been able to do nothing.But she could do something now. Her blue eyes met Kuvira's and the resolve was in full force. "I know you don't want to hurt anyone, but these people want no part of what you're doing. Can't you just leave them be? Take your army, and turn around." Kuvira gently shook her head as Korra accused her of conquering the former Earth Kingdom. Though she wasn't outwardly hostile towards the Avatar for publicly refusing to approve of her cause, the smile was gone from her face. "No, Korra, my goal is to bring peace, unity and harmony to my home, the Earth Empire. I thought you'd understand. After all, is it not the Avatars duty to bring those same things to the people?", Kuvira asked a rhetoric question. Obviously, if anyone knew what the Avatar was supposed to do, it'd be Korra. It was merely a ploy by Kuvira to guilt Korra into relenting, into admitting that Kuvira was doing what Korra was supposed to be doing right now, should have done over the past three years.Kuviras green eyes matched the Avatars gaze effortlessly, her conviction and confidence as great, if not greater than that of Korra. "Zaofu was my home and to a degree, it still is. However, all of this realm is now my home, as it is to all of its people. In their name, I seek to gain and distribute the wealth and resources that Suyin has hoarded here.", she calmly explained. It was the will of the people, she certainly did not want to conquer the realm, but it was for the good of all. Rhetoric such as that had gained Kuvira many followers and to a degree, she did see herself as an instrument of order. As such, she had to make many difficult decisions, but coming to Zaofu, well... though she wouldn't admit it to Korra, there was a certain degree of satisfaction of making true of her parting words to Suyin three years ago, that she would return and prove to her that she was right."Besides, if you've spoken to Suyin, then she might have mentioned that I have offered her terms, very generous terms at that, I feel. So far, I haven't 'conquered' anyone. All have seen the advantages of joining me and are now prospering under my guidance, but Suyin refuses and thinks she knows better. And yet, when she was offered to bring order to the chaos in this country, she refused, just as she is now refusing again to aid it.", Kuvira continued, but couldn't stop herself from letting a bit of bitterness slip into her voice when she mentioned how her mentor had disappointed her sorely by choosing to stand idly by when people where in need of her, as she saw it.But the Earth Empress caught herself before any further, unseemly words could be spoken in front of her gathered men, who were watching the exchange between Avatar and Empress intently. Kuvira stepped aside and extended her arm towards her tent, gesturing for Korra to follow her in. "But come, perhaps we should discuss this more privately, Avatar.", she suggested and strode back inside, flipping over the maps on her table. After all, those were military secrets, secrets that Korra was not privy to. Not yet, at least. Korra tossed aside the tent flamp angrily as she stepped on into the comand tent. "Peace, and Harmony can't exist under the heel of a boot!" She said, as she charged on in. She put her knuckles onto the table. "Kuvira, you've spent your whole life protecting that city... those people. You can't tell me now that you suddenly want to run their lives, and tell them how to live?"Korra saw the steel in the woman's eyes. She knew that Kuvira wasn't like Zaheer, or like Amon. "I know you're trying to help, but this isn't the way." She stepped closer to Kuvira, trying to connect with her and make her realize that this was wrong. While the smile had faded from her face a while ago, now Kuvira was frowning coolly at the Avatar as she continued to deny the righteousness of her cause. "What would you have me do then? Go back to Zaofu, dance for Suyins amusement while the cities of this country fall back into their old ways, hounded by bandits and Ba Sing Se burns?", she asked facetiously. It was clear that Kuvira at the very least believed that she was the only one capable of stopping this madness and anarchy Zaheer had unleashed by assassinating the Earth Queen."And what would you do? Go from town to town, defeat the bandits and move on, only for new outlaws to take place of the previous ones?", she turned the question around to Korra, fairly certain that the Avatar herself surely did not have any viable long term plans that would ensure peace and prosperity for the citizen of her Earth Empire.Kuvira shook her head as she stood behind her desk, opposite of Korra, arms folded in front of her. "You know nothing of this country, so I'll tell you. Suyin build the great city of Zaofu. I'm sure you'd agree that even Republic City pales in comparison. But she hoarded its riches and technologies like a dragon, built up its security force only to defend what was hers and when the people of this land cried out for a leader, she chose to close her ears to it. But I did not.", she told Korra firmly. "I'm not going to stand idly by while people need my help. I've been forced to make some tough decisions these past years. You know what that is like, don't you? I'm nottryingto help, Iamhelping. It's disappointing you can't see that.", the Empress ended her little speech to the Avatar.Kuvira exhaled softly before she spoke again, this time choosing a gentler tone. "I know you're doing this as a favor to Suyin. But you'd really be doing her a favor if you'd tell her to submit to me and let go of her stubbornness.", she tried to convince Korra. "Better yet, why won't you join me? If Suyin sees you're on my side, none of this would be necessary. After all, don't we want the same thing, safety and peace for everyone?", Kuvira asked, again intentionally implying that if Korra were to oppose her, she'd oppose the very thing she was supposed to be doing.The dark-haired woman cocked her head to the side then as her lips curled into a small, snide smile. "Or would you rather dance with Suyin in Zaofu while the country burns? I imagine she didn't get to those more advanced lessons when she taught you metalbending, did she? Or perhaps she did, and that's why you're here, on her behalf...", Kuvira pondered, implying... something about Suyin Bei Fong that Korra might not be aware of. Something perhaps less savory about the loving matriarch of Zaofu? Korra listened to the words and almost, almost found herself convinced. Kuvira was right about the problems. She'd seen it first hand while traveling the Earth Kingdom. The states were one by one getting safer, even if they were getting less free."I can see how you get people to follow you." She said, with an impressed tone in her voice, "But this isn't the way. Tell your army to stand down. We'll go to Suyin together, and we'll work out a way..." God she was bad at politics, "... Maybe you can hold elections, or something..." She knew she was floundering, and just shook her head. "Look, my point is I'm not joining you.""Advanced lessons?" She asked, "This isn't about metalbending. She didn't need to bribe me." She was insulted at the idea that she had to be convinced to do the right thing, but she was also curious what in the world Kuvira was talking about. "What lessons?" Kuvira raised an eyebrow as Korra claimed ignorance of Suyins lessons. She almost seemed amused by the inquiry, at least enough to overlook the defiance of the Avatar for the moment. "Oh, so you didn't know then?", she asked, half-surprised actually that Suyin had not tried to show Korra these extra lessons to metalbending. Kuvira gave a small chuckle and with a shrug, she turned to walk around her table to Korras side. "I almost envy you, Korra. Still so blissfully naive to the world around you.", the metalbender mocked the Avatar."I'm sure Suyin initially founded her little dance troupe as nothing more than a hobby, but, well... as I understand it, her husbands vigor, shall we say, left him after Wei and Wing were born. After that, well, she began to use us as a distraction of a different kind. I'm sure you did notice that there were no boys in the dance troupe, right?", Kuvira pointed out as she leaned onto the table, next to Korra now, as she began to reveal the kind of woman Suyin truly was.Yet Kuvira wouldn't lie about her former mentor either. "Of course, she didn't force us to do anything, but, well... Suyin can be a hard woman to refuse, I'm sure you've noticed.", she added with a smile as she turned to Korra. "And it's not like it was terrible either, in fact, I haven't had a lover before or since that could compare to her.", she reminisced with a wholly new glint in her eyes that the Avatar may not have seen before in Kuvira, or anyone for that matter.Then, the Empress leaned in closer, extending a hand that brushed gently and slowly over Korras bare arm, caressing the brown skin as her hand slowly slid up to her shoulder. "The way she can arouse you with just a little touch, a light kiss and a few words...", she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in closer still, her face now inches away from Korras. "... but I've learned that quickly too, I assure you.", the green-eyed woman promised confidently.But just then, Kuvira pulled away and like a whiplash, the moment was gone. Whatever small glimpse Korra had gotten at the lustful and flirty side of Kuvira seemed almost like a hallucination as the Earth Empress regained her former, dismissive tone as she continued to speak about her former mentor. "But that should tell you the kind of woman Suyin is. She might go on and preach about progressive methods and letting people live their own way, but behind closed doors, she just wants things to stay the way they are, she doesn't care if she could actually help other people, as long as she has her family and her little pleasures in life, the rest of the world can burn for all she cares.""Tell me, in that respect, is she really that different from the previous Earth Queen?", she pointedly ask Korra. Hou Ting, the late Earth Queen, had been so corrupt and self-centered that her subjects actually rejoiced upon receiving the news of her death and Korra would be hard-pressed to find anyone who had a kind thing to say about her. That Kuvira compared her to Suyin showed just how much respect Kuvira had lost for the older woman.But she didn't really expect a response from Korra to her question anyways. The young Avatar would more than likely just believe the image Suyin had cultivated and dismiss her claims out of hand. "It's fine if you don't believe me, I don't expect you to. But in that case, you should ask Su about it. Or better yet, ask her to show you. Ask her if you should call her 'Mistress', too.", she added in a low voice, as if intimating a dark and terrible secret before standing fully upright again. "That is, if you're brave enough to see if I was right or not.". It was a challenge, clearly.However, Kuvira seemed done with Korra for the moment and waved dismissively in the direction of the tent flap, motioning for her to leave. "Now, I think we said all that needs to be said. I won't leave without Zaofu joining the Earth Empire and you won't join me either. So go then, Avatar Korra. But I warn you, this is internal Earth Empire business and it does not concern you.". Korra's eyes widened at the revelation that Kuvira and Suyin had been lovers. Not only because of the obvious surprise, but because of the fact that they had been two women. She felt a twinge of something as the taller metalbender looked her in the eyes and touched her hand.She still felt the brush on her skin when Kuvira straightened and laid out her dismissal. She was intrigued by the woman's experience with Suyin, and she found herself aching to find out more, but she knew that this was neither the time, nor the place."It looks like you're not giving me a choice." Korra said in a firm voice. She wasn't going to back down just because of a few touches, no matter intriguing.She left the tent unmolested. On her walk through the camp, back to Zaofu, she knew she should be planning a way of defeating Kuvira, but instead, her mind was somewhere else, as she thought of Kuvira kissing and being kissed by her metalbending master. "Get a hold of yourself, Korra." She said to herself through gritted teeth.She went back to the camp, resolved to talk to Suyin, and find out if there was some kind of truce that could be done, and perhaps ask about whatever relationship had happened. Maybe the whole thing could be stopped with an apology.Before she could find Suyin though, a message came on through the speaker, "Attention, citizens of Zaofu, tonight, your leader, Su Beifong attack me while I slept. Ignoring the terms of our truce. Luckily, I now have her and her assault team in custody. Rest assured that I will not take revenge on the peaceful citizens of Zaofu as long as your remaining representatives meet me outside the city at dawn to offer me the full and unconditional surrender of the city. That is all."The next morning, Korra met her. The morning negotiation was as brief as it was futile and ended with the two women dueling for the fate of the city.The fight itself was far longer than the discussion. Korra had almost defeated Kuvira when something about the look in her eyes caused Korra to hesitate. Perhaps it was the way Kuvira's hair had fallen loose in the battle. Perhaps it was the glint she remembered in the woman's eyes, but she hesitated, leaving herself open for Kuvira's final blow. The duel between the Avatar and the self-proclaimed Empress initially was an entirely lopsided affair in favor of Kuvira, who kept on taunting Korra, whose absence from the world stage had clearly left her weakened and ill-prepared for a fight. Truth was, Kuvira could've ended the fight sooner, but wanted to make a display for her troops. What better way to establish her authority than to utterly humiliate the Avatar in a fight? However, that arrogance almost cost her, as when Korra unleashed the Avatar state, she was pushed back and nearly defeated. But curiously, before delivering the final blow, Korra hesitated, long enough that Kuvira couldn't help but exploit that opening.Two metal straps from her pauldrons flew towards Korras wrists and tied them together. Then, with full force, Kuvira brought the Avatar crashing down into the ground with them, knocking her unconscious. To the cheers of her men, the metalbender then lifted the Avatar into the air, presenting her defeated form to her army, her captives, Suyin and her sons, as well as Opal and Jinora, who had accompanied Korra.Seeing the Water tribe girl hanging helplessly before her, Kuvira decided she definitely liked that look on the Avatar, but there were more pressing issues now than to indulge herself. She'd have to save that for later. For now, she levitated Korras limp body over to her troops and removed the metal acting as shackles around her wrist. "Bring her to my quarters. Do not do anything else to her, or there will be consequences.", she instructed her men. Predictably, Opal and Jinora took umbrage at that and surged forward, as if to save her, only to be stopped by her advancing army. "I will release Korra after we have another talk. Your family on the other hand, I will keep them in my custody until Suyin acknowledges my position, but I swear, no harm will come to them either. And now, shoo. Run back to your Air temple and stay there, if you know what is good for you.", Kuvira warned them off and though reluctantly, the two airbenders climbed on their skybison and departed.As she had predicted, the capture of their matriarch and the very public defeat of the Avatar had left the defenders of Zaofu with no fighting spirit left and her army rolled into the city unopposed. After giving a speech, promising the citizens that they'd be treated fairly and equally as members of her Earth Empire and their resources would be put to good use (as well as imprisoning Suyins husband and remaining son, who refused to bow), Kuvira returned to her train, her mobile center of operations during her campaign which now neared its completion.The remaining task, that of installing her own administration of the city, she left to Bataar Jr. for the time being. She had somewhere else to be... after all, Korra was probably about to wake up on her spacious bed inside her train, which still remained on the outskirts of Zaofu. Once she'd wake, she'd realize that Kuvira hadn't done anything to her while asleep and hadn't even bothered to keep her locked or chained up, instead trusting her to remain, waiting for Kuvira. But from the window in the train, Korra would have a good view of Kuviras army now camping around and inside of Zaofu, an imagine quite telling of her failure to protect Suyins city. Katara came to consciousness after being chased by the monstrous version of herself through the streets of Zaofu. The pisoned avatar threw a chain about her foot, holding her still. She lurched forward, and was about to no doubt do something horrible to her dreaming self when the chain was suddenly the chain was broken by the tall, strong form of Kuvira. When the dream version of Kuvira turned to look at her, she woke up.She was hyperventilating, and bruised from her fight with the Metalbender, but she was in a soft bed on some sort of... train? She glanced around, and rubbed her neck. She had really taken a beating, and hated herself for not being able to stand up to Kuvira the way she knew she should have. It was only a few short moments after Korra fully woke up that the door opened with a hiss and Kuvira, looking every bit like the conquering heroine that she was, strode inside. "Ah, you are awake already, good. I hadn't expected anything else from you, Avatar Korra.", Kuvira addressed her. Perhaps this was meant as some sort of implied compliment? 'You're really good at taking beatings and walking away from them shortly after.' was perhaps not the most ringing endorsement and certainly not what Korra would want to hear from Kuvira right now.Walking over to a table nearby, Kuvira stopped there for a moment. With a fluid motion of her arms, the metal plates forming her shoulder pauldrons slipped off her arms and slid down onto the table. It was a gesture meant to show Korra that Kuvira did not mean her any harm. Of course, considering they were inside of a metal train, it was a mostly symbolic one, yet the metalbender hoped the message came across anyways. Then, she walked over to window, her back to Korra as she oversaw her conquest, Zaofu."My administrators are currently getting situated in Zaofu. Soon, its riches will be put to proper use, just like they should have been long ago.", the Empress informed Korra, removing the last sort of doubt in Korras mind this day, it was Kuviras victory. It might be unseemly to gloat, but here, in the privacy of her own chambers, Kuvira couldn't help herself. "Don't be too hard on yourself, you fought for what you believed was right and lost, there is no shame in that.", she comforted Korra, though the look she threw back at Korra over her shoulders was decidedly too smug for it to have that effect. She'd been ready for a fight, but when Kuvira came in and took her armor off, Korra lowered her hands from her stance. "No shame in whatI did?" She said incredulously, pushing some strands of her short brown hair behind her ear. "You're the one who should be ashamed!" Korra said angrily, throwing an arm out in frustration. "Listen to yourself, Kuviria, you sound like a bandit."Korra looked around the room. "What, am I your prisoner now?" She looked around and didn't feel like a prisoner, but none of this made much sense. The train lurched, and Korra nearly toppled as it began to move. She could blast the window and escape, she knew, but she wanted to see where this went. It still felt like she could talk some sense into Kuvira. She crossed her arms, still wearing the green tank top she'd traveled in. She wanted to talk to Kuvira and change her mind about this whole thing, but there was more she wanted to talk to her about too."Is this all to get back at Su?" Kuvira remained silent as Korra had her little outburst, accusing Kuvira of being the one who acted dishonorably. Though not pleased, she decided to let that slide for the moment and only responded when Korra asked if she was being held prisoner now. At that, the raven-haired woman shook her head. "No, you're not my prisoner. Not at all, in fact, you're free to go right now. I just wanted to give you a second chance to hear me out and change your mind.", she explained simply. It wasn't an outrageous demand, surely. She could've done much worse and she gave Korra permission to walk out whenever she felt like. That showed how confident Kuvira still was that she could convince Korra to listen to her and understand.After Korra questioned if her conquest of Zaofu had anything to do with Suyin, Kuvira shook her head once more. She gazed out of the window of the moving train still, watching as Zaofu gradually grew smaller as they moved away from it. "While I won't deny there wasn't a certain degree of satisfaction for me in seizing Suyins city, I meant what I said yesterday. The Earth Empire and its people have need of the riches that were selfishly hoarded inside Zaofu. I'd be a bandit if I kept those, but I am not. I am merely giving them to the people who need them more than Suyin and her children who never had to struggle a single day in their life.", she finished her explanation to Korra. All in all, it sounded very reasonable, even if Kuvira couldn't stop herself from sounding somewhat bitter towards the end."Whatever business Suyin and I had before, that is a personal matter and trust me when I say this, I won't let personal feelings affect my judgment.", the Empress assured the Avatar. "She is my prisoner right now. For trying to assassinate me while under a truce, I think that much is fair at least, I'm sure you'll agree. But if she swears loyalty to me and recognizes me as her sovereign, I'll let her go. She can even go back to her old life in Zaofu, under the condition of course that she obeys the commands of her empress.", Kuvira laid out her plans for the capture matriarch of the Metal clan. There was no lost love between them anymore, but for the good of the nation, Kuvira at least appeared willing to let bygones be bygones.Of course, both of the women knew how unlikely Suyin was to accept these terms, at least as long as they came from Kuvira herself.That was why Kuvira turned her head to Korra then. "But what I've tried to tell you yesterday is... have you ever considered that maybe Suyin isn't the one that deserves your help or even your respect?", she asked, her green eyes fixated on Korra as she extended an open palm towards the Avatar and then gestured to herself, "That perhaps it'd be me?"."You're not my prisoner though you could be. The Water Tribes and Fire Nation are neutral towards me right now, something that could easily change if I held you captive or even killed you.", Kuvira explained and her casual tone made it quite clear that she was very capable of either, as she had shown earlier. "But...", she began and stepped towards Korra, fully facing her now. "... if you were to at least publicly speak out for me, that you approve of my course of action and stay out of Earth Empire business, I'd be grateful for that.", Kuvira told the brown-skinned woman, a small smile on her face. After all that Korra had done for the world already, her word carried tremendous weight, If she were to support Kuvira, who in their right mind would oppose her then?The Earth Empress extended a gloved hand and laid it gently on Korras bare shoulder as she spoke to her. "And, if you were to join me... trust me, Korra, I do not fail to reward those loyal to me. Aren't we trying to accomplish the same thing? Aren't we fighting the same battle? Help me in this and I swear to you, the Earth Empire will not forget its debt to you.", Kuvira tried to tempt Korra. The promise of the full might of the Earth Empire backing her in whatever she tried to accomplish had to be tempting for Korra, Kuvira thought. Especially with how unreliable an ally the president of Republic City, Raiko, had proven to be.But the offer didn't stop at a purely military alliance. "I won't forget my debt to you.", she reiterated that sentiment to Korra, though this time far warmer than before. It'd be up to Korra to interpret it however she liked, but Kuvira herself wasn't averse to the idea of a more personal relationship with the Avatar herself. Korra looked into Kuvira's eyes as she put her hand on her shoulder. She was sorely tempted, but it wouldn't mean abandoning Reiko, it'd also mean abandoning her friends. Still, something stirred in her as the bare hands gripped in her shoulder. She felt a fire in her she hadn't felt in 3 years, and every word, every action that Kuvira made brought more out of her. There was only one question on her mind."I can't do that Kuvira" She says firmly. "Part of me wishes I could." She grabs Kuvira's arm, "I'm going to have to take you in." The grip was the last thing she should have done though. She looked at her arm, and then with a surge of adreneline she pulled her, she had to find out. She hadto find out what a woman tasted like. She pulled her suddenl in and kissed her. She then pulled away, her eyes wide, "Oh. Oh no." She looked horrified at her own actions and put some distance between the two fo them, lest she do it again. Kuvira frowned when Korra once more appeared to refuse her, spouting some nonsense about how she would take her in, as if that much had changed within the last two hours of their last battle. It was a shame, that the Avatar chose to be against instead of with her, but Kuvira had the utmost confidence in her success. She had planned it all out, every eventuality and nothing Korra could do would stop her from uniting her Earth Empire completely...At least, Kuvira thought she had planned for everything. Her eyes widened in surprise as Korra suddenly pulled her into a kiss, one that was over as fast as it had come. As Korra retreated and seemed to guilt and agonize over her impulsive actions, the metalbender on the other hand smirked. Yes, she could work with that. If Korra couldn't be persuaded of the righteousness of her cause by words alone, perhaps actions would be more effective, Kuvira reasoned.She didn't give Korra much time to try and gather her wits, instead, just like in their battle before, Kuvira capitalized on the opening the Avatar was giving her. "If that was what you wanted, you could've just said so, Korra...", she quipped and closed the distance between the two women again. This time, Kuvira wrapped an arm around Korra, placing her hand on her lower back while the other cupped the Avatars cheek. She held Korra firmly against her strong form and looked into her blue eyes deeply. "It would have saved us both some trouble and time.", she said before leaning in.The kiss was much like Kuvira herself: Domineering, strong but not without gentleness. But it was clearly Kuvira who dictated the pace of the kiss, she had initiated it and she would end it, when she felt like it. For now, the Earth Empress indulged herself in feeling the lips of the Avatar on her own. Korra could try and squirm all she wanted, but unless she violently pushed Kuvira away, she was not going to escape this embrace or this kiss, not until Kuvira wanted her to. With the kiss, some more of the weight that she had been carrying around with her for the last 3 years. She did squirm, this wasn't what she wanted, but she couldn't fight it as much as she wanted to. She let out a small groan of protest, and tried to push her a way for a moment, but found herself unable.She let the kiss devour her and gave another, more gentle moan as Kuvira deepened the kiss and her eyes closed as she let it do so. Time seemed frozen and the only thing that let the young women know that the world around them yet existed, was the soft shaking and occasional rumbling of the train as it moved through the countryside of Zaofu. Kuvira herself relished the moment, feeling the Avatar at first give a token amount of resistance before she surrendered herself to the sensation. Feeling her body slacken and lean into her was certainly worth any potential consequence that this might bring but, uncharacteristically, for once Kuvira didn't care. Kissing Korra, the Avatar, gave her an euphoria that she hadn't known before.The soft sounds of their lips meeting, time and again, were almost completely swallowed whole by the noise of the train, but to Kuvira, it was a thunderstruck each time it happened. She couldn't tell how much time had passed until she opened her own eyes again and saw Korra completely absorbed in the kiss. A nice view, to be sure. And yet, she wanted to see more, ached to see more. So, despite her own desires, Kuvira broke their connection and pulled her head away. Her hand moved from Korras cheek to under her chin, with her thumb gently pressing on the Avatars lower lip. "That was nice, wasn't it?", Kuvira whispered, though she did not really need any confirmation for her question. The answer was written all over Korras face, but just knowing wasn't enough. Kuvira wanted tohearher say it. "Do you want more?", she asked and the husky tone she said it carried with it the unspoken promise of far more than Korra could ever imagine, the passion of a lover and the experience of an empress. Korra looked into Kuvira's eyes, she didn't want to say it. Something though, about the strong grip on her chin and the look of promise in the woman's eyes made her unable to do so. Korra did want it, and it she felt her body go weak, but not in the way she'd felt for the last 3 years. She decided to lean into it. What was the harm? It wasn't as if she was surrendering the keys to the Earth Kingdom. It was just a kiss. At least, that's what she told herself.She didn't answer with words, but she thrust her face forward wand kissed her again, pushing Kuvira forward and rested her hands on her hips. "I do want more." She said with a husky voice. "Show me what you've got, Kuvira." Kuvira openly smirked at Korras bold move. She had a feeling the Avatar didn't truly know what she was asking for, but she would show her. She would learn. "Gladly.", the Earth Empress replied in between the kisses they shared. Their little makeout session wasn't about to end with mere kisses though, Kuvira wanted more than that out of the Avatar. And judging from Korras tone, she would be up for it.So it was time for Kuvira to step it up. Her hand on Korras back slid lower, until it cupped one of the cheeks of the Avatar. Then, she squeezed it, not cruelly hard, but hard enough that Korras mouth would open, to yelp, to moan, to protest, it didn't matter to Kuvira, as she would use that opening to push her tongue forward. Boldly, befitting her personality, the wet muscle sought its counterpart, inviting it to a little dance.Just like their duel before, Kuvira controlled the pace and just like before, she made good use of any opening, any weakness that Korra showed her. Only this time, the consequences of that wouldn't be painful for Korra, quite the opposite. Perhaps this was a battle that she would actually want to lose? Korra had never kissed a woman before, that alone gave Kuvira the upper hand in this duel. She tried to treat Kuvira like she had Mako, but those had been the youthful exchanges of a boy and girl, this was a far more torrid thing with a woman.Korra groaned into the kiss, letting Kuvira kiss her. She grabbed Kuvira's arms and squeezed them, feeling the desire to exert some control of the battlefield, even as she ceded her tongue to Kuvira's. Tentatively, her hand slid down Kuvira's back, exploring it with her hand, and reminding herself that this was a woman she was kissing. The thought thrilled her and caused her to moan into the kiss again. Had she known that Korra, even if only initially, compared her to Mako, Kuvira would have been offended. She was far too confident in her skills to even think of herself on the same level as some street rat from Republic City. But then again, she didn't need any further incentive to try and prove to be the best lover Korra had so far. She already had a pretty strong suspicion that Korra had never even so much thought about two women kissing until she had mentioned Suyins proclivities yesterday, so she also wanted to teach Korra the pleasures of a woman's body.The first sign that Kuvira didn't intend this to stop at just kissing was that her hand on Korras behind still remained there and still squeezed it, gently, but not soft enough to ignore. Korra would know where Kuviras hand was and what it did, as would she soon remember the others existence. It had been on her cheek before, but now it had dropped to the swell of the Avatars hip and from there, it slowly slid upwards... but it did not stay above Korras clothes like the other one still did. Instead, as it travelled upwards, it slipped under the hem of Korras tanktop and as it did so, the fabric moved up as well. Kuviras hand stopped just short of the curves of Korras breasts, exposing her belly, though Kuvira wasn't in the position to see it at the moment.Like her hands, Kuviras lips had moved as well. From Korras lips, a trail of kisses travelled along Korras jawline, to the earlobe where she, just for a couple of heartbeats, nibbled it before whispering into her ear. "I want you, Korra.", Kuvira informed the Avatar of her desire for her, of her need to have her here and burning lust for her body...... and Kuvira always got what she wanted... Korra put her arms up, letting her shirt be taken off. She had white wrappings underneath, and her abs were in full force. Korra wasn't about to let Kuvira do whatever she want, however. She pushed the woman away, and tore at her uniform, pulling the trim and propper fit loose.Her head arched back as she embraced the feel of the kisses on her jaw and on her throat. For a brief moment, she felt like she was making herself vulnerable to an enemy, but she needed this. She needed the the strength after three long years of weakness. The words just made her all the more arduous. It felt good to be desired by someone like Kuvira.She pushed her against the wall of the room, shoving the shirt open and kissing Kuvira again and she put her brown hair through the Kuvira's black hair, mussing up the careful braids. Kuvira growled as she was shoved against the hard surface against the wall by Korra. The initial tenderness was gone and now it was a fight for control, it seemed. It seemed almost strange how a girl who had never even so much thought about kissing another woman a mere day ago would take such an initiative, but Kuvira figured it was just Korras competitiveness at work here. But that alone wouldn't help her, after all, did she even know what to do when she got the metalbender out of her clothes?But for the moment, Kuvira was done letting Korra have her fun. Behind Korras back, the metalbender opened her palm and from the table where she had put the metal pieces of her armor, one of them flew towards her. With only a thought, it sharpened to a blade within Kuviras grasp and with one swift motion, the Earth Empress cut away the wrappings covering Korras chest. Throwing the metal to the floor, its purpose served for the moment, she put the now empty hand open on Korras abs... and pushed.Their two bodies separated, Kuvira took a long, good look at Korras naked upper body with a smirk. "What a beautiful sight.", she remarked as she shrugged off her own coat, putting the two of them on even footing as far as nudity was concerned. Korra was bustier than her, if only by a little, Kuvira noted, though she had long since grown past getting jealous over such things. On the contrary, she appreciated it. "Let's share it with the world.", she decided then and with a step forward, grabbed Korras wrist, spun her around and pushed her against the large window of the train.Fortunately for Korra, they had long since left Kuviras army camp behind them and were cruising through the countryside, so there was not a soul to witness the Avatars tits on full display. But the cool glass pushing against her nipples as well as the thrill of it all should be more than enough to make up for it. Kuvira stepped up behind Korra, pinning her in place for the moment, pushing her own breasts into Korras back as she leaned in and began kissing Korras neck. As both hands sneaked around to Korras front, one cupping and squeezing a nicely-proportioned breast, the other slid underneath Korras pants, brushing over the bare flesh of her mons pubis, Kuvira suckled on Korras neck, leaving marks there that Korra would have a hard time trying to explain away as mere bruises she had obtained during her fight with Kuvira.As her left hand caught and toyed with one of Korras nipples, the other hand had remained just short of the Avatars sex, perhaps vexingly so for the brown-skinned girl. But Kuvira could change that and intended to do so. "Spread your legs, Korra.", she instructed her, again whispering in her ear before resuming to kiss the nape of Korras neck. She could have forced her fingers in between Korras legs and she had to admit, there was a certain appeal to the idea of making the Avatar scream in pleasure against her will, but Kuvira wanted Korra to comply, wanted her to take part in this voluntarily and let herself be taken. After the waves of passion had subsided, it would then be that much harder for Korra to deny what had happened here today... Korra didn't like being shoved against the glass, but she gasped as she was treated so roughly. She let herself be pushed though, and put her arm against the glass to hold herself up. The kisses were magnificent and she arched her back for more of them. When her hand slid into her pants, she groaned again, she tried to turn around, but the fingers grabbing her and forcing her legs open meant she didn't put up much of a fight.She spread her legs, not knowing exactly what to expect, but excited at the idea of finding out. She turned her head to look behind her, needing to know what the earthbender was going to do to her. "You're... not kidding around, are you?" She said in a playful tone. With that, she spun, turning around to face Kuvira. With both hands, she grabbed the woman's shirt and yanked her in for a kiss. "When have I ever?", Kuvira quipped in return as she returned Korras kiss with equal ferocity. She was starting to get a bit annoyed at Korra squirming and turning in her grasp, to the point where she briefly considered just tying her down with metalbending to have her stay still for a while. But ultimately, she decided to give Korra a better reason to stay put, that being the pleasure she could offer her.So, Kuviras fingers dipped deeper, into the valley between Korras legs. The Earth Empress already expected to find Korra nice and wet for her, but even in case she wasn't, she wasn't so crude as to just push a finger into the Avatar with little fanfare. No, she would tease Korra first, though she would probably hardly find it as such. The delicate fingers of Kuvira slid over Korras folds, curling a little as if to tease going deeper, before straightening again. Over and over, Kuvira would rub the Avatars lower lips while kissing the other ones... and more.For Kuvira wasn't content just keeping one part of Korra occupied, no. Her free hand was still pawing at one of Korras breasts, but when she broke her kiss and bent forward a bit, she captured the other ones nipple in her mouth. Suckling on it and rolling around its counterpart with her fingers, Kuvira couldn't help herself but look upwards to get a glimpse at Korras face... Korra was ecstatic. Her head was arched back against the glass of the train and she held her legs wide while Kuvira touched her. She put her arms around Kuvira and tugged at Kuvira's uniform. THis time though, she pulled it off entirely, wrestling the green fabric from Kuvira's body.Her hands roamed Kuvira's body, exploring it with rough, calloused hands. When Kuvira began to play at her breasts, she pushed her chest out and groaned. When Kuvira looked at her, she bit her lip. "The bed." She said quietly as her knees buckled. She slipped away but didn't break contact with Kuvira and dragged her over to the bed she had woken up on. When Korra pulled on her top, the front of it already open and baring her chest, Kuvira obliged her. She wasn't in a particular hurry, but she understood if the Avatar wanted to at least feel as if they were even that way. Kuvira on the other hand let Korra, at least for the moment, keep her pants on. The Avatar probably wouldn't even realize it, but she wanted to make a small statement, in that she was so experienced, she could make a woman scream without even looking.But when Korra gasped and seemed close to dropping to her knees when she stepped up her efforts between her legs, the Avatar wanted to flee to the bed. Yet Kuvira wouldn't allow it. "No.", she replied simply. She knew what Korra was up to. The Avatar wanted to save face, wanted to not show any weakness when she inevitably climaxed at her hands. She didn't want to fall when her legs inevitably gave out from the force of her pleasure. But Kuvira would have none of that. "Not just yet...", she teased her and held her close. She would hold Korra up when the other woman came on her fingers, but she definitely wouldn't let her escape onto the bed just yet... she had designs for the bed, but first, Korra would climax standing up, Kuvira had decided.And for that end, she intensified her efforts. Stopping Korra from reaching the bed, she instead pulled her back towards her and wrapping one arm around her. Unlike Korra, Kuvira wasn't the one being made weak by pleasure and she hadn't taken as severe a beating earlier, so she wouldn't let Korra go until she heard those sweet moans of the Avatar reach a crescendo. The other hand resumed its place between Korras legs, still rubbing the slick folds of the Water Tribe girl, but now, having collected enough of Korras juices on them, Kuvira began slipping her middle finger slowly and deliberately inside of Korras pussy.Slowly, in and aaaaalmost out it went, going juuuust a bit deeper each time. And each time, Kuvira listened closely for Korras response, looked in her face to see it scrunch up in pleasure, all to make the next stroke even more deliciously blissful for the Avatar, until she couldn't take it anymore. "Cum, Korra... I want you to cum for me.", she ordered her, these lewd words flowing from her mouth sounded as dignified as whenever she gave orders to her army. But now, she looked on with barely hidden glee at Korra in her arms. "You can be loud... no one's going to hear you.", she assured her and with the train rumbling on, that seemed indeed likely. Besides, Kuvira had sent away the guardsmen at her door beforehand, giving them instruction not to disturb her along with one other order. So it was just her and Korra now... the Avatar and the Earth Empress, alone, in the most intimate of embraces... Korra furrowed her brow as Kuvira kept her from getting on the bed. SHe was at the woman's mercy for many long moments as her fingers began working her, and she ground her hips onto Kuvira's fingers.As Kuvira began ordering her to climax though, the Avatar groaned loudly. She was close. So very, very close, it was so sweet, and so so close, but the minute her orgasm started, she spun her hands, blasting Kuvira with a burst of air, and tossing her away onto the couch.Her hair was loose now, and strands dangled across her face, and she glared at Kuvira with a wicked smile. "What part..." she said between heavy breaths, "... of on the bed..." She heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her breasts moving with each inhale "... don't you understand!" Then, suddenly she pounced on Kuvira, kissing her hard. Kuvira looked similar to Korra now, her hair messy, her proper bun partly undone and strands hanging into her face, breathing heavily. But it was worth it, she figured, when she felt Korras body begin to tense up, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm... only to then be pushed backwards by airbending and then mounted by a growling Korra. It was now that an uglier side of Kuvira reared its head. One that had grown over the past three years, the almost obsessive need to assert her dominance, to have utter control. Up until now, she hadn't planned on using her metalbending, figuring that for one, it would be too much for Korra to handle and secondly, she simply wanted to save some tricks for the future. But seeing how brash Korra was acting, Kuvira couldn't stop herself.Korra would be far too distracted kissing Kuvira to even have a chance noticing, but the metalbender moved her hands behind the Avatars back and the other parts of her discarded armor came to life, the gleaming metal twisting and bending into two rings, which began to move towards Korra. "It's you who doesn't understand...", Kuvira retorted, breaking the kiss between the two women just moments before the rings wrapped themselves around Korras wrists and pulled her away.Now, just like an hour or so before, Korra was levitating in front of Kuvira, who stood up to take in her prize again. "You wanted to play, Avatar?", she taunted Korra. After all, who was it that had initiated this whole thing? Not Kuvira, though she would be lying if she said she hadn't wanted this. But for the sake of diplomacy, she had shown restraint, restraint that was thrown out the window when Korra impulsively kissed her. And now, even more of it was gone as she stepped forward and hooked her fingers under the hem of Korras pants. "Then you play by my rules!", she exclaimed and with that, she yanked Korras pants down, underwear included, leaving the Avatar completely naked in front of her.If the Avatar only backed down and saw that she should let Kuvira take control, it would be a game they both could win. Then again, Kuvira had to admit... it was a refreshing change of pace compared to the other girls she had taken to bed ever since leaving Zaofu, they had all been rather submissive and eager to please. Having Korra foolhardily challenge her was exciting, though even that had its limits. She knew Korra knew metalbending and could easily break her cuffs if she wanted to... she just hoped that finally, Korra saw the wisdom in letting the more experienced woman take the reigns.

The Avatar and the Earth Empress ((evilnerf & Chuukun))

Ketzerei gebiert Ketzerei, Akt 1_ Shadows of the Spires

5.880.965M41, Scintilla System (Local Reckoning: 28.7 of Unification Month, 9.28.7.965M41) Scintillan winters, such as they are, are not pleasant affairs for most citizens. The cold condenses hail and snow laden with heavy metals and pollutants, producing drifts of black and brown powder streaked with red rust. Only on the Lucid Palace and the accompanying Sector Synod does the snow fall a blessed white, ancient air-purifying systems laboring to provide clear, clean air to the representatives of the Emperor's Truth. The power of that imagery is not lost on the Ministorum; according to the sermons of some preachers around the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension, if Scintilla's masses were to abase themselves before Him He would honor them with a pure snowfall. From the windows of the penthouse apartment provided by your Inquisitor, in the heart of the Cathedral District, you can see the spires of hundreds of churches reaching towards the sky, seemingly striving to reunite with their Lord on Terra. For those not privy to the knowledge you carry, the darkened city seems entirely peaceful. For those of the Inquisition, though, such a scene cannot hold for long. Heresy bubbles under the surface; it is your job to prevent it from reaching a boiling point. As is typical of Inqusitor Vorback, you received no briefing prior to arrival on Scintilla. Through courier, dead drop, and Astropathic communication, you all received a simple missive instructing you to head to Scintilla. Upon arriving at the spaceport, discrete drivers approach you all, leading you to waiting automobiles. The rich leather interiors and well-stocked bars are also typical of the Inquisitor, and are mirrored in the beautiful interior of the penthouse apartment the drivers usher you into after a quick ride from the spaceport. The butler, who if allowed will deposit your bags in your rooms, asks you to congregate in the main living room at your earliest convenience.The living room is well but starkly appointed with white leather couches arranged in a semi-circle facing a large glass window, looking out upon the Sector Synod and the Lucid Palace on the Governor's Court. In the middle of the circle is a hololith worked into the center of a large glass table, clearly operational, but not well used judging by the lack of ozone smell and accumulated wear. When all of you have taken your places, the hololith stutters to life, an attendant darting forward to give it a whack when it fails to focus. Inquisitor Vorbak's hooded form comes into focus, the eerie blue tint of the hololith magnifying his already mysterious image. His raspy voice, colored by an accent unknown but by now familiar to you, drifts from the speaker, slightly out of sync with his image.“I'm glad you have all arrived at the villa in a timely manner and, it appears, ready to begin our most holy work on Him on Terra's behalf. Hopefully it is not too late already; the plans and plots which have been set in motion are even now working to destroy the peace and sanctity of this palace of our Lord." "The Imperial Creed tolerates many divisions and differences; we all know this. Perhaps far more than you or I would perhaps enjoy, ya? But the Ecclesiarchy has long had a doctrine of plurality, allowing as many different Creeds as there are stars in the sky. Only rarely will a world undergo the paroxysms of a religious war, and almost never in such a place as Scintilla, the seat of the Synod, the center of the Ecclesiarchy in this benighted realm. It appears, however, that just such a thing has taken place. Deep in the Middle and Underhives, the preachers speak of a resurrected Emperor, and their talk takes on disturbing hues of xenos-worship and heresy. To speak of the Emperor being resurrected is in and of itself disturbing, considering that He still lives on Terra; but to speak as if he will come to Scintilla in this lifetime? Such a thing has gathered many disaffected followers, and they prepare to march on churches which do not accept these words as truth." "Already, the Arbites have suppressed two riots, with 500 dead and over 10,000 imprisoned. We cannot move against the church leaders as of yet, however; they disclaim responsibility and publically condemn the actions of the mobs. The leaders of each all claim to have come to the revelation separately. However, when they all speak in the same way... quote the same scriptures, use the same phrases... some dark hand, or hands, are at work here, my acolytes. I know not what, or who. You will discover these things, purge them, and report back to me. A religious uprising on Scintilla could jeopardize all of the Sector Synod's holdings, ya? So work swiftly, diligently, and delicately. The justice of the Emperor will fall like a hammer on those deserving, but first we must seek them all out, prevent the ringleaders from slinking away into the darkness of the Underhive or the cold void of space." "My men will distribute dossiers containing all the information my network has managed to obtain; this villa and its resources are yours for the duration of your stay. If you require more information, the Cathedral of Illumination has received directives from myself to aid in your endeavors. Report when you have something significant, but for now I must attend matters elsewhere. May the Emperor protect you, my acolytes."As the lilting tones of your master's voice fade and the hololith flickers out, the servants reemerge bearing dossiers, containing information on the various churches, sects, and officials under suspicion. A few seconds later, an aged man emerges from another door, clad in a simple black robe. Although his thick accent might give the impression of dimness, the practiced way he examines you all and the twinkle in his eye argues against this impression."Gre'ings, mastas! Me name is Bertol, 'Quisitor Vorbak's private librarian. I 'ope tha I ken be of service to ya durin your stay. I also run the masta's house during his absences. I 'ope you'r ungry! Dinna will be on the table in 5, roast grox, knudeln, and a noice salad. I'm goin ta head down ta the wine cellars and grab a bottle or two of Amasec, methinks; anything for the masta's?"With any drink orders taken down, he shuffles over to the kitchen door and down the stairs into a small storage area. If any follow, they find a small closet-like room, well-stocked with rare vintages and culinary oddities. Although well cleaned, the area does not look heavily utilized; judging by the lack of wear, Bertol is likely the only person who ever ventures here, and even then only to clean.Spoiler: OoC Hide Feel free to interrupt at any point in this and perform whatever actions you deem necessary. Lord Vorbak will not take questions as of now, however; he appears in a great hurry. Also, remember,all documents will go in the first post in the OoC under Plot. :) Marius raises an eyebrow at the so called 'librarian'. He did not expect to have servants running around after him, being something of an ascetic himself. Even were he to end up a Primaris Psyker, he'd expect to be the servant, as opposed to the master."Water, please, Bertol. Purified."He's not the type to indulge in hard liquor, unless duty requires it of him.He doesn't take a seat. He's, very obviously, on edge. He paces, slowly, clicking together a set of prayer beads in his right hand, his left resting on his sword's pommel.Click. Click. Click."Resurrection? Hmm... what did Sebastian Thor say about such? I do believe he thought it possible..."muses the Templar aloud, in a soft tone of voice, as he continues to absently fidget with his prayer beads.Click. Click. Click. Varrog had been enjoying a fine vintage when the Inquisitor's missive found him. A century old Amasec matured in a Nalwood Cask that was rarer than it's contents given Tanith's fall. Yes, thought Varrog, it had been a especially good taste made all the sweeter since the prior owner now rotted with his confederates at the emperor's mercy. The debauched cult safely behind bars Varrog had looked forward to a spot of leave before his next task, but he had barely kicked of his boots when a knock dragged him from the fine vintage.Varrog stepped out of the car a cursed the cold, briefly wishing for the warmth of the forge before marching into the villa. The spaceport had been a relatively simple affair for him, a flash of the Adeptus Arbites special permit allowed his heavily armoured form to stomp through the security checks and into the waiting vehicle, pausing only to give his name to the expectant chauffeur. Within the villa Varrog handed his shotgun and small case of essentials to the dogsbody, before carefully lowering himself onto a couch pleasantly surprised at the lack of creaking his bulk made.He watches and listens to the Inquisitor's briefing, mentally swearing when Vorbak rules out a direct assault on the church leaders. A resurrected emperor, what tripe. It was unfortunately just the sort of tripe the masses swallowed and apparently they were judging from the reports of riots. For a moment Varrog considers how many of the causalities had been Arbite officers, oh well that's what they were for. As Vorbak faded from view, Varrog found himself wondering and not for the first time, why his benefactor never showed his face. Perhaps he was just hideous, doubtable. Varrog personally suspected his mysterious methods concealed a hidden trick, perhaps explaining his longevity, or the fact that many man wore the mantle of Vorbak. Varrog pushed aside his musings, since they had no benefit for him, and grabbed the dossier from servant studying it closely.Varrog is five foot tool and built with a frame more suited to a mining servitor than a breathing man. He is clad from head to toe in thick carapace armour, uniformly dull blue, without any identifying marks, not even an aquila and baring more scrapes, scuffs and dents than a chimera fresh from the front-lines. Currently lacking his shotgun the only other weapon he carries is a hefty club at his side, a heavy slab bound in leather. His bandoleer sports numerous shotgun shells as well as various hard pouches one of which bears a faded emblem of the Adeptus Medicae, while another boasts the cog of the Mechanicus. A set of heavy manacles hang freely behind his solid baton and a grimy respirator hangs at his neck.When the servant mentions food, Varrog speaks. His voice sound harsh with a tinny note, perhaps due to a helmet vocal augmenter."I will require additional portions and anything golden and wet will suffice."Spoiler: Visual Aid Hide Varrog looks like this dude, replace the machine gun with a shotgun and bingo. Marius stops pacing when Varrog speaks, and looks him up... then looks him down. The clicking of the prayer beads doesn't cease.Click. Click. Click.He nods, respectfully, to Varrog and the others, before introducing politely introducing himself."I'm Brother Marius Duplantier. It's... an honour." His voice remains soft, and a little quiet. It's not so quiet that it can't be heard, but quiet enough that people need to stop and listen. His speech is slow and deliberate, as if he's carefully choosing his words. Those with an eye for such things can tell that the prayer beads are no mere affectation, and that the sword is not merely for show. Varrog tosses the Dossier to one side, letting it land beside him on the comfortable couch. It's clear that he's finished reading it rather than responding to Marius' introduction. He reaches up to remove his bulky helmet, the sturdy defence resisting slightly before coming loose. Varrog drops it beside the dossier and lounges against the couch, thickly armoured arms draped over the back at either side. His face is squat and thickly set, at places his skin is stretched dangerously thin over subcutaneous metal plates and dark stubble covers his chin. His hair is short, but hasn't been cut in a while and sprawls messily on his head. When Varrog speaks, this time to his fellow and not the steward, his voice still has the same tinny note. It wasn't the helmet creating the distortion. His tone is dictatorial and self-satisfied."You will call me Varrog. I'm here in service to the Inquisition, Ave Imperator et cetera. I am a trained Arbite, Chirurgeon, Verispex and as of now" At this Varrog lazily waves his hand at the projector dominating the room. "the smartest person here. Rather than listing everything I can do, I'll just tell you what I can't. I'm heavily augmented so I ain't going to be holding any soirées or sneaking around in the shadows. My combat abilities, while effective, are messy and won't win awards for precision. Now each of you spit out what you bring to the team and please keep it brief."Varrog pauses long enough to allow each member to make their introductions, rudely interrupting those that try his patience. Then he lays out his plan, admittedly it was the first he had come up with, but there was no point in being shy."Right, the situation is we got person or persons unknown behind this heresy. Some one feeding words to these pious men, now best way to find this person or persons unknown is to ask one of these pious men... Politely. The inquisitor said we can't go straight after them, all out in the open so we'll need a spot of skulduggery. This First Blade Ludo Resh, head of The Shrine of the Gathering of the Chosen and former redemptionist can't seem to keep his flock whole. Verge of a civil war says the dossier. All it need's is a shove, feed information to both side, it'll lead to a riot sure, deaths sure, chaos sure. But let's be clear here if we don't deal with this fast that's what we're looking at anyway, but with all this nut-jobs not just one sect. So we do this in the chaos nab Ludo, and ask him Politely to point us in the direction we want. Simple enough I think..."Having spoken his piece Varrog reclines again awaiting a response. "I'm a swordsman, although I've a good read on people too,"offers Marius by way of explanation of his skills. He doesn't mention the fact that he's a psyker. That may, or may not, be on a need-to-know basis."Your plan involves lying to honest Throne-fearing citizens, and leading them to their deaths. I may be able to extract information without such."Spoiler Hide Using Telepathic Link to read Varrog's surface thoughts, using a PR of 1, to get a total of +10 (-10 difficulty, +10 for lower PR, +10 for Psy Focus). (1d100)[52] TN 50 If this succeeds, he'll then tell Varrog what he's thinking, to show that his plan has merit. The clicking of the beads stops, and Marius begins to pace again, pointing a gloved finger. It obviously isn't meant in an accusatory or aggressive fashion, as he slowly, and gently, moves his hand up and down to punctuate his speech."I suppose we could spark a civil war, yes. Perhaps we could somehow contain it to those chosen and gathered. Perhaps the church could censure him. Or perhaps I could get the information out of him. Perhaps I could have an excruciator in my luggage. Or perhaps I could do things in a more subtle fashion, instead of having our Lord reprimand me for use of excessive force, Varrog, polisher of Lathe blades." Not four Terran days prior, Gulliver had been thoroughly, happily, debasing himself amid the more scandalous locales of downtownBaraspine. May life learn you, indeed. Nothing but the call of his Inquisitorial master could have separated him from his reverie of Throne-funded moral degeneracy - alas, that's exactly what did. And now, after a brief argument with the courier, some encouragement from the courier's aides, and clearing more than a few taps, Gull was back on his way to Scintilla. Suffice to say, it wasn't much of an enjoyable trip; warp-travel aboard a shoddy export vessel, and straight from the junkyard it would seem, is never the most comfortable or classy.As could be expected, the Reclaimator's mood was seriously less than even pleasant when he arrived to Inquisitor Vorbak's introduction. Sure, he'd put on a serious face and take some notes, but it wouldn't matter much in the long run. More can always be found out by infiltration than just looking at the face of it. Gulliver felt that could be applied to practically all his troubles: what's on the surface doesn't matter for a wick, it's what's underneath that counts. Funny wasn't it, that he was basically the same. He's just a happy little cog-boy, after all. Smile for the camera.Now then, let's see who we're tasked with this time, shall we? For his own part, Gulliver fashioned himself as dilettante of many sorts. Depending on what angle you say him from, you'd pick up on lots of controversies. For example, he wore what was unmistakably the robe of a Mechanics priest, but it had long ago been slashed short and the remains stuffed through a thick leather belt. Besides that, his dress was part mechanic's coverall, part soldier's flak - and all the grease. Tools littered pouches, bandoliers, and holsters all across his slim form; sometimes melding into a network of thin wiring and mechanical implants. Most notable, of which, were his eyes. Years ago the worn organs had been torn out and replaced with a set of buzzing and blinking lenses, constantly shifting positions, focusing and refocusing once more. Their constant motion gives Gull a bizarrely twittered gaze, which is then opposed by the set jaw and sly smile. His robotic eyes look ready to run, but his mouth wants to blather more and more.Right now, those two counterpoints were switching quickly between the nimblish Swordsman and the hulking Arbites. Gull's smile widened an to touch his ears, breaking the dark black scruff of an unkept forest that was his beard - his teeth flashed a mealy yellow. Several had been replaced with chips of gold or silver, which glinted captured light uncomfortably. "So, you two gonna fight or somethin'?" Varrog's expression changes as his entire posture shifts while Marius speaks. His lazy smile fades and his hands slip forward, to where his shotgun no longer hangs, the armoured hands clenching into fists. His brow furrows, an action that creates a grating sound as metal plates slid over each other. Varrog controls himself, his hands unclenching as he fixes Marius with a stare that could melt steel."Be careful. That's a neat trick, but if you ever do it again I will rip your head from your shoulder's."Varrog held Marius gaze a moment longer before continuing."Now speak plainly psyker, what else can you do other than read minds."Then and only then does he address Gulliver."And no were not going to fight this is the inquisition not some schola progenium. So name and purpose."Varrog continues to glower at Marius, but his mind is already formulating a fresh idea. Tools after all should be used to their full potential. The conspicuous absence of his shotgun was quite acute now. Marius smiles, just a little, although his eyes betray the fact that he doesn't find anything particularly amusing."Like I said, I'm a swordsman,"offers the psyker with a nod,"I'm a Templar Calix."Both Varrog and Callidia very likely know that the Templars Calix of the Scholastia Psykana are an order of warrior-psykers, with a temple-monastery somewhere in Scintilla's wastelands. 'Swordsman' is, therefore, probably a very accurate description of Marius' talents.The clicking begins again, his prayer beads being subconsciously played with on a near-permanent basis.Click. Click. Click. Gulliver looks the pair up and down, as if reconsidering their presence. Eventually, he settles on the Arbites medic, especially after the display of restrained violence. Crossing the room until the brawny arbitrator is within arm's reach, he raps several times on his metallic armor plating, creating a dull knock."Get over yourself, metal-man. Inquisition or not, everyone saw you empty hand a gun-rush at our fair Brother over there. Lucky for him you're missing that cannon of yours." Gull steps back politely, returning him personal space."The frak are you anyhow? Metal skin like that ain't natural, I know that for sure. You hire a graftist yourself, or were it not a choice?" Gulliver's approach and armour percussion is met with a lazy swipe, clearly meant to dissuade the fellow. Varrog doesn't put much power behind it, but if Gulliver is foolish enough not to move out of the way he would soon discover the practical amplifications of mass times acceleration. Varrog doesn't seem angry, more irritated this wasn't how he had planned his day."I've said what I am. Now your name and what your use is, or am I supposed to play a guessing game?" Earlier...Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition. Well, well, well... shall I see these magnificent meatba--- ah, agents' mettle?Strangely, despite the Acolytes' meeting already being under way, despite their patron Inquisitor Vorbak's message having come and gone, there still remains one untouched copy of their mission's dossier on the table. Where might be their cell's last member? Had they met some misfortune on the road, or were they just THAT irresponsible and disrespectful of their colleagues and their Inquisitorial employer?Indeed, milord Inquisitor. So, so, so many beeeeaaautiful differences in doctrine and culture. Pity the wars of faith that sometimes follow, pity the little cogs and scraps who fall by the wayside. "EXX-cuuuuse me, kind sir... pardon me..."says the large-bodied maid in a surprisingly melodious voice for the umpteenth time. Though in the presence of her betters, she keeps to her duty, keeps on dusting furniture, sweeping the floor and arranging the curtains, flower vases and paintings around the apartment's main living room.Hmmmmm. How curious, this... All knowledge must be treasured, eh? If the legends are true, or can come true, what might possibly come of, hypothetically, the Allfather, the God-Emperor, the Omnissiah, et cetera Praise Be Unto Him, walking the galaxy once more, in the flesh? Hah, flesh... Will the Astronomican collapse and plunge the Imperium into darkness? A new age of glory and invention rather than merely rediscovery? But, won't those who refuse to believe, or are too entrenched in their own star kingdoms be tempted to secede? Now... IS the Imperium, despite all its faults, good enough as it is? And any efforts to destabilize that would be Recongregatory at least or heretical at most? Ah, well. Ours not to question why, ours but to do and die... Ha-ha-ha-ha, and not our place as well, to question the appearance, or lack thereof, of our most noble patron? Oho? Xenos-worship, milord says? Definitely'd be heresy, but what had suggested such? SUCH uncanny similarities? Indeed, that'd be... too uncanny. And indeed, a religious strife born of schism spawned right at the heart of the galactic sector, and the political and economic, as well as both literal and symbolic center of the Calixis Sector would indeed be... disastrous, to say the least. And THAT, folks, IS heresy.Though larger of body than the average hiver, she sweeps about the room gracefully, making little to no noise as she moves other than some whistling and clicking and the rustle of her black over white uniform smock, it is evident to the discerning eye that there is something more beneath that dress. The bulk of armour? The bulk of augmetics? Is this merely an extraordinarily well-crafted high-hive domestic-model servitor? There is indeed, as well, a strange hump near her nape... neither clothing nor hair behaves in that manner. A slouched gait, a bent back are common traits amongst the Imperium's diligent workers be they manual labourers or paper-pushing scribes... maybe this is merely that? Or a battery for a servitor's cyber-ware? Or, Emperor forbid, a mutation?HMMM. Hmmmmmmm... mmmmhhh! Arbite, almost certainly. Moriturge officer, possibly? Medically trained from that patch, been through some tough times too, undoubtedly... hmm. Verispex, he says... well, just as well. They're a good lot of cogs, that they are. Forgeworlder of some form, from that physique? Sharp, brutal, dutiful, straightforward. W'elp, as his ilk should be. ...uplink with the local Arbites, assimilate what they've uncovered thus far. Unless there's some mole within their ranks? Hope to high Tholl not. Innnnnnnteresting. A monk? A scholar? Possibly a psyker, given that our lord IS almost certainly one, and because there had been Sanctionites in at least three of the previous cells I'd worked with. Aye, a swordsman, an up close assassin. His pistol, is it for cover fire, or mercy kills? Hmmmm. That resonance of the clicks, that luster of the beads, Badlands or Baraspine manufacture? That sword's design is of the shirasaya form, is it not? Interesting. And elegant. Hello-hello-hello, you grinding Reclaimator, you. Schola'd scorn it, but, making what they can out of what little they have, living up to the potential of both man and machine, what's wrong with that? What iron's he packing, I wonder? Mmmm, hallo, sir, hah, is that a Tronsvasse or a Talon? 9mm rounds of what payload, I wonder? And I wonder who here shall snap? Or fail? Or try to kill me? Ahhhhh, Omnissiah forgive this cog...As the maid makes another circuit about the living room, passing by the hololith that had borne the Inquisitor's message, somebody might swear they'd see her hand giving the machine a caress as she leans over and polishes its chassis, its console, its power supply, its projector. And hear just the tiniest sigh. Or mayhap they'd see some telltale similarity to note that she HAD been the attendant who'd carried out the ritual of Awakening the Machine Spirit. Or mayhap they'd simply see just another Mechanicus-reject servant going about her Emperor-ordained duty in her pathetic capacity.Callidia, ol' girl, don't be stupid now!Or perhaps the intrepid Acolytes are too focused on their discussion to discern the deception among them.For some reason, the maid's circuit of cleaning slowly deviates from her previous paths around the room. A smile gleaming in her gaze, standing before Marius--- with whose eyes she makes the briefest contact--- the maid gives her feather duster a twist and with a click, a glinting blade suddenly extrudes from within the bristles and plumes. She gives it another twist, retracts it, and carefully sets it down on the table and spreads her arms to signify there is presently no threat from her to the others.Though, as always, standing ready to blow away the first fool who might attempt any nastiness, neither of her hands are clearly close to the Fatebringer revolver presently obscured by the myriad folds and shadows of her skirts.She then doffs her maid's uniform's obscuring cowl--- ah, that aristocratic tradition that forbids those of lesser station from gazing upon their faces--- revealing a pale face framed with a dark blue hair that gradually differing hues that merge into a cluster of green AdMech cranial cabling.She flashes a smile and slides the duster-dagger over to... the as yet unnamed and undeclared Reclaimator, with a flash of the Sign of the Cogwheel.Then clicks bootheels and salutes Varrog and says,"Sir. Current name, Agent Quill, reporting for duty. Listing operative proficiencies. Infiltration, socialization. Gathering, assimilation and disposal of data. Mechanic and medicae. Soldier, work best in a team, with hit and run tactics. Suppression, maneuvering and precise shots. Ave Imperator, gentlemen." As the acolytes argue, attack, and antogonize each other, the din of a hurried cook can be heard from the next room. Bertold's voice can be heard over the commotion: "You bloody 'eard me, tha man wants moah! Ya, I know I shou'da told ya an hour ago,but I din't know then! Just...serve the first bit, and bring tha rest out as it's ready. I'll go an bring'em their drinks, den. And make sure tha strudel dough is as transparent as me own soul; I should be able ta read a prayerbook through it once s'its folded!" With an apologetic smile, he then edges slowly into the room, bearing two large bottles of amasec, two bottles of what appear to be carbonated mineral water, and glasses on a silver tray. Although reluctant to intercede in the affairs of acolytes, his professional pride appears to win out, and he raises his voice slightly to get your attention."Pardon tha intrustion, masta's, but dinnah is served in tha main dining room. More'll be coming out as we eat; please, folla me." If you follow, you find yourselves in a large formal dining room, perhaps more suited to banquets than intimate meals. The hardwood floors and panelling gleam with a golden luster, and tapestries depicting the Emperor's glory adorn the walls. At around 10 meters long, the main table is enormous in size, although again the lack of any wear betrays the relative rarity of its use. Multiple dishs are already set on the table, including what appears to a grox stew of some kind, roast grox steaks, bowls of potato dumplings, and a host of different salads, vegetables, and sauces. 4 places are set on one end of the table, with the head of the table's spot conspicously left bare."Roight, I must 'pologize for the lack of a propa spread, but I 'ope this will do fur now, masta's. Ring tha' bell over there if ya need anything, and I'll be out roight quick." Leaving the drinks he's carrying on the table, he shuffles towards the kitchen, muttering something about dessert under his breath. Varrog does his best to conceal his surprise and even more effort to not attack the sudden threat in their midst. However he's smart enough to recognise an agent when he sees one and before she has slid the the hidden blade back within the duster his initial surprise is replaced with further irritation."I was wondering when you would join us. Infiltration, well done working yourself into a maid's outfit. What is it with you people, can't just use words you have to show and tell. Still a salute and answers that's still better than you."His voice drips with heavy sarcasm and it's hard to tell if he's growling or if it's distortion from his augments. Varrog looks to Gulliver. The psyker merely raises an eyebrow at the Arbitrator's outburst, and the reveal of Agent Quill. They should have been provided a file on the other agents, really. Information on who they would be working with, along with their skills. Without an indication that such was to be shared, it makes Marius rather cagey. Everything is on a need-to-know basis,whenit needs to be known. Alleged Inquisitorial acolytes are thelastpeople anyone with any sense should trust, after all.He allows his prayer beads to slip onto his wrist, their black obsidian matching his shirt. He takes a seat, and nods his thanks to Bertold,"Thank you, Bertold. Your staff's efforts are much appreciated," he says quietly, almost timidly, although his body language betrays a very obvious confidence. At the dear Agent's dazzling entrance, Gulliver's face cracks again in a wide smile, his mechanical eyes lingering perhaps longer than is ordinarily polite. But just as quickly, he shifts his gaze at the Arbitrator's retort, his mood visibly souring for a moment - though it doesn't last. Throwing his hands in the air, he strides off to the dining room in with a laugh, calling back over his shoulder. "Fine then, if we're all going to bend a bloody knee to the haymaker, then I suppose there's naught I might do but concede the point. The name's Gulliver, and I do what none of you can - and that's make nice with the sorts that don't make nice with us. And pleased to meet you, miss."He takes a seat on the far side of the room, and immediately begins to serve himself and eat, muttering various indiscernible prayers and curses. After downing a large mouthful of the stew, he turns and addresses Brother Marius. "Say there friend, I've been wondering about that sword of yours. You said you made it yourself, which is rather impressive in its own right, isn't it? So then I'm curious - mind divulging about how long the process took?" "I said I was a Templar Calix, yes, and we do make our own swords,"begins Marius as he delicately cuts into his vegetables."The craft of 'Zeal', my soul-bound weapon, took three hundred and thirty three days in total, in order to properly observe all the required rituals,"he explains. His voice doesn't betray any pride or artifice at all. It's all very matter-of-fact.He sips his water, and bites into the food in front of him, with a polite smile at Gulliver's interest in his craft. "Gulliver, so grateful you could join us."Varrog follows Bertold to the dining room and lowers himself into the closest chair, he does this with a fair amount of care obviously used to inadequate furniture. He places his helmet on the table and gingerly pulls the various foods towards him. He continues to devour all available nutrition with a measured, slow but steady pace, obviously enjoying the superb cuisine. Only pausing to knock back the amasec, he takes his time to appreciate the liquor allowing the aroma to tantalise him and taking small sips, however his ceaseless intake rapidly takes it's toll on the bottle's contents. As he indulges himself he speaks, his voice still metalic, but becoming softer in tone as the fine dining lulls him."Thank you Bertold, this is delightful. Right, so obviously Marius skills remove the need to capture one of the heads. All three churches have public sermons that we can attend, The Votive Church of Lieutenant Governor Freidrich is a recognised pilgrimage site, and thusly has the least prohibitive security of the three. Renewal of the Emperor is most secure, given the criminal element, but still open to the public. The Shrine of the Gathering of the Chosen is probably the simplest affair, redemptionists sure but nothing to keep anyone out. Marius can head to the votive church and read the mind of Hiram Gibs. Find out who's feeding him this fetid verse he's spewing. No point in the rest of us sitting on our thumbs while he does it though. Gulliver, make nice with the Renewal group, criminal element should be up you alley, Quill you reckon you're up to some snooping see what you can find. I'll ditch the armour, don a frilly red dress and recon the Gathering chosen. We all meet up back at the villa and plan our next step. I think that's all we can do till we've got more to go on, we need information, lots of it and fast. And tune your beads to tac frequency 18.783.221." Varrog continues to churn the delicious food relentlessly down his throat, despite his vigour not a single scrap escapes; Varrog keeps his mouth closed while he chews savouring each bite and handles the polished tableware with a cautious grasp. Considering it looks as though an ogyrn has joined them for tea, it's spectacular that his gauntleted grip shatters nothing, however this seems to stem from concentrated restraint rather than a delicate ease. His voice continues."Splitting up is certainly the fastest way to cover multiple avenues of investigation. However given the riots slumbering scintilla could be considered dangerous, the situation on the ground could shift rapidly. No, we'd best stick together to better react to the intel you gather, Marius. No telling what it is and we may have to act fast. Then the question becomes where do we focus our attention first. The Gathering chosen is likely to be chaotic and the most problematic, a powder-keg if it sparks. If we're embroiled in a riot it could delay our investigation. We'd likely have the least trouble gaining entry, but there is no guarantee after that. The pilgrimage site, the votive church. It's still a simple affair, yet the press of thousands of pilgrims... another delay. Arbite credentials might enable us to jump the queue, but no promise of seeing Father Hiram Gibs. Also Given Gibs, miraculous , talents he may not be the best target for our initial probes. Especially since he has a great deal of public support, any move against him must be certain or risk a blood bath at the votive. No, it's clear the renewal is our best bet. Secure, sure. No doubt dangerous criminals, enforcers and bosses. But with Gulliver's professed talents, we may be able to get a private reading... or at least a good seat in the sermon. Marius? Would that be enough for you to tell who is feeding him the bile?"While Varrog talks he continues to eat and continues to drink, finishing the bottle he reaches for another pulling another grox steak within reach. His voice has a mildly disconcerting habit of continuing after he closes his mouth, he does his best to move his mouth with the words he says, but the preoccupation of eating means that sometimes he's finishing a sentence while popping another slice into his mouth.Spoiler Hide Sorry bout the double post in the IC, but plan V 2.0 for no party splitting. "HAH. 'Miss' says he!"comes a surprised but pleased snort as Quill says to Gulliver,"Seems I'd misplaced the stamp-log of when I'd last been called that..."Strudel? Searching... searching, let's see... ancient traditional pastry, common among uphive old families. Related in terms of descent with the baklavas of the Scintillan and Iocanthan steppe peoples... Ah, here we go... interesting. Curious. Aromatic? Yes. Delicious? ...Hmmmm. Yyyyyes."Ah, weakness of the flesh... FINELY done, master Bertold, thank you."Quill takes her time with the food. She'd had camp-roasted wild tribex on Endrite, stomach-churning mussels on Landunder, the various rat and mutie cuisine on Volg, the deep-fried cogbugs of Ambulon, the thick and heavy brew-soups of Luggnum's mines... and everyday porridges, standard issue nutri-slurries and combat rations everywhere.It's not every day that a Scholam professor... or an adherent of the Adeptus Mechanicus... or a freelance scholar of sociology and archeotech... or a Throne Agent... gets to savour such exquisite cuisine.Tholl-bleeding geniune STEAK. Omnissiah forgive this rusty's weakness, but... STEAK. Saints of steel and smoke... STEEEAAAAAKK.When Gulliver asks of Marius about his sword's craft, her mouth presently occupied, a lumen-and-sensor topped mechadendrite snakes out from her collar, blinks its light and nods in her stead. When she swallows, she blurts an incoherent stream of mechanical litanies, then says,"...ah. Just as I was about to ask. Innnnteresting. How smooth is the transition, and transmission, and storage? of your... power, into... Zeal?"Still taking her time with dinner, nodding every so often in acknowledgement of Varrog's points, she raises a brow when he finishes, nods again, and says,"Yes, sir, quite right. To business, shall we? Would it not be wise to adjourn to the librarium--- if we may, master Bertold? To prepare, of course, before we begin the investigation-proper."As they reconvene in the library, the scholar's hands are already leafing through their mission dossier, and then she pauses, leaning on a desk's edge.Staring at the papers. Holding the sheaf with her right hand, reading and re-reading with her eyes while her left hand and her now unleashed optic mechadendrite jot away notes on a dataslate."Interesting. Disturbing..."she says while reaching for certain tomes and conferring with Bertold every so often for counsel and confirmation of her growing suspicions.Hrhmmm. Why do I get the feeling that I'm forgetting something, something in my... encrypted research slates? May the Omnissiah's light show the way...Even as she lays out books and rattles away notes, she begins a discourse,"Gentlemen, this matter IS certainly a heresy, of that have no doubt... On the surface, it's not that much different from many other common sermons, but. Note here, and here, those discordant notes? And, note here, when have you heard any '---mercy through service---' push in a common sermon?"Knowledge is power, guard it well... says AdMech doctrine. All knowledge is precious, never stop searching. And, by extension, questioning. Then again, does not faith grow by testing, by trial and by questioning? Interesting. Disturbing. These Resurrectionists... Something is rotten in the heart of Scintilla..."But, note. Thought begets doubt, doubt begets heresy. To question the power of the Administratum, the Ecclessiarchy, and all the other institutions of His Holy Majesty--- is to question the authority of the High Lords of Terra. And to question Terra is to doubt the Emperor. That, gentlemen, is heretical doctrine and heretical practice. To preach something like that is to mislead the masses, to engender rust in the cogs of the Imperium... Indeed, what this is leading to is not just heresy but outright rebellion. Hmmm... hmmm... Jam these slaggers. That phrase itself, 'Mercy Through Service'? In all of the myriad accepted and sanctioned variants of the Imperial Creed, there is no mention of that doctrinal phrase in any bit of true Sacred Scripture. Quite right, Master Bertold, quite right... ah, indeed... Moreover, though there are as many subordinate versions of the Imperial Creed as there are populations in the Imperium, and even myriad different images and depictions of Him on Terra, Our Father On Earth, Hallowed Be His Name, Allfather, Omnissiah, et cetera praise be unto Him, there is absolutely none that includes any variant of the key phrase 'a million million hands'. Indeed, such a phrase is more commonly seen amongst the followers of THE Archenemy. Well? Is that so, Master? Interesting. Disturbing. Agreed, agreed... And... that's not all... Gentlemen, we may well be having outright conflict within the Inquisition with this heretical matter... Are you familiar with the Radical-aligned Recongregation faction? In brief, what they seek is renewal and revivification of the Imperium through outright upheaval. Revolution. Quite a few Inquisitors were detained, tried and executed by the Conclave for stepping far too far beyond... acceptable parameters. Once again we come to that damned phrase "million million hands" and its subordinate clauses. That is not exactly directly related to the Recongregants, but rather to another little known faction, the Ordos Hydra. By now, it has been nearly two centuries since their concerted purge by the Tyrantine Conclave. Further details are... unfortunately, beyond this humble cog at this time. My apologies..."At the end of her long, tome-and-notes-and-consulting interrupted discourse, Quill stretches and grunts."Omnissiah forgive me. I need a drink. KRK."Once she returns with a tall glass of milk, leaning on the library's main table where the bulk of their preliminary research is laid out, she says,"Well, then. Have we a plan, gents? Considering officer Varrog's points, earlier... yes, out of those three suspect churches, should be good to hit the Renewal first. And sticking together. Hmm. Also, do you reckon we could interview some of the line troopers who'd been there to repress the first few riots? Mayhap they may know some things that never made it to the official records?" Varrog finishes eating his personal feast and joins Quill in the library. He spends hours pouring over dusty tomes and flipping through pages. In the end he listens to the discourse from Quill and helpful hands her a glass of amasec when she expresses her need. Varrog himself quite happy to finish, what is his third bottle, without the aid of another glass."My own analysis concurs with yours, I have nothing of value to add. I believe we have exhausted what we can learn without boots on the ground. Interviews with the line troopers could tip our hand. We can't divulge our intent to the Adeptus, until it is a necessity, to do otherwise would compromise our investigation. As for a plan, we have one, tomorrow before daybreak we shall head to the renewal. Unless anyone has a better idea."Spoiler Hide I'm aware Quill got herself a glass of milk to drink but Amasec. Assuming no-one objects the plan is to be at renewal as the sun rises tomorrow and then rely on gulliver's talents as necessary to get marius close enough to voodoo the answers we seek. Marius nods his agreement to the plans, although he is careful to point out his own limitations,"We should prepare a Plan Beta, should the unexpected or untoward happen. Although my mind-reading powers are likely to be invaluable, as demonstrated, the powers of the warp can be fickle. They're unlikely to reveal us as investigators, of course, but we should be prepared to lay the blame on others should they become visible, for instance. I believe that Gulliver appears gifted enough to deflect any such accusations, on the small chance that they may come up. As small as such a chance is, it is best to be informed and prepared for such an eventuality."Again, he seems very matter-of-fact, to the point. He seems rather accepting of his own limitations, and the risks involved in using his powers. "Plan B is always withdraw and regroup. If you can't perform, we'll have to go with the other strategy and grab one of the church leaders for a quiet conversation. I'm sure that Gulliver can play off any unfortunate situation that may arise, otherwise violence will, by necessity, be our likely recourse. We have limited knowledge now and little time to waste. However as our investigation proceeds other options may become apparent." Gulliver found himself, at the end of long day, grumbling and cursing to himself once more as he twisted through the passageways of the Inquisitor's villa. Without a guide, the going was significantly more frustrating than it had been previously, and that did not help his mood. Ever since he left behind the fine food and drink of Inquisitor Vorbak's finest refinements, the quality of his day had steadily degraded - there's nothing worse than having to deal with ignorant churchgoers, though the irrelevant ones were almost as bad. The few that would ever actually respond to his lost pilgrim shtick were little more than common city-folk, who either didn't know enough to be useful or weren't intelligible enough in their slurred-cant to have their meaning understood. Usually, Gulliver prided himself on his ability to adapt his speech to match his environment; but here, some of these people were practicallyHivers, Emperor damn it. And not the nice kind either - these were stuffed into too tight seams with prideful glances swept beneath sweat-sopped brows; they clambered about their sanctimonious business, just as ants work in inept silent servitude. Mindless, they speak was naturally devoid of anything worthwhile.Though it's entirely possible that Gulliver was just sour from having been spat on.The few citizens that were actually willing to share words with the grubby AdMech pilgrim wandering the Scintillan streets that day were mostly asked general questions about the "beautiful" Votive church. Their praises flew quickly, for who wouldn't praise such a majestic institution? It was only right that they'd guide the lost soul to its doors, wasn't it? But then things took always took a turn for the worse, when the bloody cog asked about the Shrine, or worse yet the Renewal. No one wanted to speak then, and the worst of them became more than angry with Gulliver in his line of questioning. It was not a pleasant day.It took long enough, but finally the Reclaimator found his way to the central chambers of the Inquisitor's, where he could meet his not-yet-erstwhile companions. Their rough company, sure, but better than the drivel outside. Much better; at least they can handle a decent conversation. Collapsing onto the furniture, Gulliver grunts loudly and tosses aside his simple disguise (the remains of his Scarlet Adeptus robe, usually tucked into one belt or another). He kicks his feet up, leaning them against a table within reach. He waits a moment longer before speaking."Well then, how's it been? I'm hopin' your Library search was more productive than the commons, since not a one told me jack more than we thought already. Votive is nice, can't say the same for the Shrine or Renewal. More than a few didn't like the fact that I even mentioned either of them. But hey, what was I expecting, really?" His ticking gaze spins across the room, taking in the remains of the others' research."My my, the tin-twins have been up to some serious reading. Hope the two of you got plenty to talk about. Info, plans, anything? Or are we just going with spooks over here to get what we need?" Varrog looks up from the stacked tomes, swirls the amber liquid in his bottle and answers Gulliver."Information, yes. Useful, not in the immediate. The creed they're preaching is heresy. But I knew that already. They're making up patches of creed whole cloth the bit about mercy. Ha. Not something the emperor is really known for. And the spiel about many hands, that usually means frakkin' warp ghoulies not our lord. Quill proved good at hunting down the information, but the plan still the one we were mulling over when you stepped out. We're heading to criminal's church and you're doing the talking. Try an' get a private audience with the man if you can, or at least some front rows seats for his sermon. Then spooks will do his thing, hopefully everything will go off without a hitch. Ha. Get some rest, we've a busy day tomorrow."Varrog finishes off the miserable remnants of the amasec and moves off in search of whatever rooms the inquisitor had provided. In the morning, after an exhausting course of research either in the library or on the streets, you awaken to the smell of recaff and a similarly extravagant spread as last night for breakfast. Bertold seems to have indulged in the recaff before you awake; the dark circles under his eyes seem to do nothing to dampen his energy or spirits. However, this morning he does not join you for breakfast, merely making sure you have all you need before hurrying out the door on other errands. If asked, Bertold says that he is making contact with another Inquisitorial team, but refuses to elaborate; on his way out, he suggests taking the mono down to the Mid-Hive, where the Renewal of the Emperor is located.The early morning sun on the spires of Scintilla, combined with the results of the nights snowfall, transmutes normally grimy surfaces into gleaming wonders. The entire city appears transformed into crystal or glass, at least in the Cathedral District. As you travel towards the transit station, however, this impression fades; the footprints of citizens, pilgrims, and functionaries combines with pollutants to render the snow an ankle-high greyish-brown slush marked in places by red drifts of rust. This grimy, slushy substance clings to any available surface, and seems to refuse to be removed; any cloth it touches for long begins to bleach due to chemical exposure.On your way to the transit station, you attract a few stares from passers-by, although not the type that suggests a tail; rather, you are one eclectic collection out of many these folks will see during their day. The only passengers on the mono headed towards Mid-Hive appear to be Arbites, returning from rest-shifts to their posts; thus, they pay you little attention.At the Mid-Hive station, though, a young, smooth-faced Arbites control officer stops you as you step off of the mono. Although clearly intimidated by Varrog's size, he stops all of you with a barked command:"Halt citizens! I.D passes, please. No unauthorized traffic is permitted at this time in Mid-Hive. Failure to heed this directive is a crime, as is deceiving an officer of the Lex Imperialis." He holds one hand out for passes or some form of I.D, with another hand on his combat shotgun. Three compatriots of his stand ready 5 metres away.Spoiler: Rolls: Hide I would like one Opposed Deceive Test from the group, opposed by this Awareness test: (1d100)[51] Of course, assistance is absolutely allowed. And other methods, if y'all have another idea. Varrog himself was running on recaf, having drank several shots of the stimulating substance over the evening's night of work. When they departed Varrog placed himself directly behind Gulliver, following like a loyal hired gun. When the arbites stopped their small party, Varrog smiled beneath his helmet. Inside his pocket was a I.D that make this routine stop vanish, but he wanted to see what Gulliver had...Varrog crosses his arms waiting to see what Gulliver does.Spoiler Hide If possible Varrog will use his shear intimidating-ness to "assist" any play Gulliver makes.(1d100)[68] Edit: This is a failure, by 2 degrees. Marius, of course, presents his identification rather meekly. It doesn't identify him as a psyker, he has other papers for that. There are few details at all on it, but it has the necessary ones, or at least he would hope so.Spoiler Hide Deceive (1d100)[83] The stream of traffic coming off the train has lessened to a trickle, a few stragglers who were either slow, or have stopped to watch your altercation. Three of these Arbitrators, noticing your reluctance to provide I.D, have begun to approach, with hands on the handles of their shock mauls. Meanwhile, the young Arbitrator is becoming agitated, and a Lower Hive twang previously carefully suppressed has started to bleed into his Gothic. His eyes bore into you, dilated pupils almost obscuring the green of his iris. Spittle flies from his lips in small droplets as he shouts, the echoing of his voice loud in the empty station. His hands are balled into fists, but within easy reach of his shotgun, an intimidating, large piece."If ya want ta get outta this station walkin and not in a body bag, ya need ta stop frakkin me around and ansa tha question! What do ya want in tha Mid-Hive, and where is yer proper I.D? If yur here by mistake, tell me, and I'll make sure ya don't get hurt, maybe a week or two in the cells. But if ya lie to me again, I'll 'ave to consider ya enemies of tha Emperah and deal with ya right here!"Spoiler: Stuff and Things Hide It doesn't take a perceptive individual to see that this Arbitrator is about to snap if you don't find a way to defuse the situation. Either another opposed Deceive test, this time with a -10 penalty against his earlier Awareness of 51, or anotherr clever solution, will be necessary to avert bloodshed. Gulliver was no gambler, not really - never saw the profit in relying on luck for coins; the black market's just as kind to the pockets, and even more so to the kneecaps than the former; and that's saying something, mind you. Gulliver Amstel had no need for fickle fortune to win his fights, thank you very much.That said, he couldn't deny his own licks of good fortune through the years, when every so often things might just swing in his favor for no discernible reason. Lady Fortune's Wheel and all that, what with its lows and its highs. Gulliver just so happened to get some damn fine highs, that's all. More than a few times it was nothing but luck that'd saved his skin: like that time the mecha-whore he'd hired turned out to be some poor forgotten Arco-Flagellant. Sure as hell wasn'tskillthat saved his hide that day. As luck would've had it, the old thing's claws had rusted away some centuries ago. Now THAT was some frakking excellent fortune. Still, he'd come out of the whole affair thoroughly terrified, and with more broken bones than he'd ever experienced at any one point in his life before; he'd barely even escaped with his life. And considering his line of living, THAT was saying something too.Hey now, don't be so prude. How is else is this cyborg pile of piss going to get anything? Empire's a big place, life's life, urges are urges, etc. All this shallow reminiscing almost made Gull want to laugh, if he'd been by himself. Good thing no one else could listen in. Within the confines of your own thoughts, no one gets to hear you laughing at them. See? Damn lucky.Of course, back then revenge had been rather prominent in Gull's mind, but that's when his luck ran out for concerning the whole ordeal. Almost as if, he had some certain allotment of fortune per important event - only so many things could go his way during any onething. Made Gull wish that he had control over it. Even if you can only do it three or four times, making your own luck would be quite the ability. The rest of the story? The electro-pimp must've either fled the planet, or more likely, some other sour sod had gotten to him first. Yeah, that dastard was dead, surer than spit.See, the trouble is, you just can't rely on any little bit of luck to save you every time. Take the here and now, for example. With every passing second, Gulliver was more convinced that no amount of good luck could save them from a gory death by the present shotguns, and the shotguns of those shotgun's reinforcements. It was during trying times like these that one had to be true to himself. And if in our most challenging moments, we don't give in to our own truest-self, than can we even claim to possess an inner-self? This was one of life's greater mysteries - what separates the sentient from the bestial, beyond self-delusion? Gulliver may have been more willing to ponder, if he hadn't already taken a few meter's run from the scene. If there was any mantra that defined Gulliver's true self, it'd be, "when the going gets tough, it's time to get going."That said, he simply couldn't bring himself to keep going. So there he stood, acting like a damned fool, two meters behind his companions, hoping beyond hope that Varrog's bulk would block the Arbites' line of sight. And yet, there was more to it than that, that "feeling that halted his step". No beating around the push, Gull knew what it was. Being himself no newcomer to guilt - Gulliver knew that's why he hadn't bolted yet. Call it force of habit, but usually the law and he weren't the best of friend.Today it looked as though he wasn't the only one feeling that, so it would be his responsibility to help out. If there was ever an emotion the AdMech should slice out it would be guilt, damn it all. But he supposed that one couldn't maintain any sense of human sentience (or sanity?) without a subconscious, and the former emotion practically came with the latter effigy, so far as Gulliver was concerned.Of all the times to make himself an ass, it had to be now, didn't it? Gulliver spun around, ensuring that he still maintained some cover between the Officers and himself. Wouldn't do for them to see him now. Drawing his crimson adorned Mechanicus cowl over his head, he pulled deeper into the shadows the worn covering provided. He quickly accompanied the motion with an adjustment to the mechanics of his eyes, allowing the glowing orbits to protrude beyond the edge of his hood. Drawing his heavy coat around his scrawny frame, he completed the image by assuming a stiff-legged gait, implying unseen (and nonexistent) leg-splints, or further augmentations. He clicked his teeth together several times in anticipation, then shouldered through the cluster back to the Arbites. He was no miracle worker, but dammitall he'd give it a go."Calm, Fellow, Calm."He hissed in the uncanny stilted monotone of the ubiquitous cogger."He's Only A Young Compatriot, Does Not Yet Know The Proper Operations. Pay No Mind."Gently, he pushed Marius behind him with the one hand, slowly maneuvering him out of the Officer's direct view. With that same obscured hand, he gestured to the rest with a twirl of his wrist(play along, please Omnissiah, let them understand)."Now Then. I Received Notice Of An Mid-Hive, Which Has Need Of A Tech-Crew." Here he flashed the Cog embroidery of his hood, and tapped his mechanical eyes knowingly, eliciting several twitches and buzzes from the complex ornaments."Did Any Of You Give Call, Or Was It Issued By A Superior Officer? I Was Informed Of Severity Only, Not Detail. Implying The Significance Of Haste. As Such, I've With Me An Expert, A Recently Issued Servitor, And Then This Acolyte. He Presence Is One Of An Educational Purpose, Nothing More."In turn, Gulliver gestures first to Quill, then Varrog, and finally Marius."I Myself Am Projective Manager Veteran Major-Reclaimator Amstel Bailey, Newly Transferred From Off-System. Do Any Of You Possess Knowledge Of The Situation Awaiting Us? We Are Required Presently. If Not, I Request Passage, And Shall Inform All Pertinent Superiors Of This Delay In Our Required Task."Spoiler: Rolls and Etc. Hide Hope you guys don't mind Gulliver being raunchy. I can tone it back if you prefer, but I was having fun. But on the topic of rolls: though I feel like I've been suitably clever, I also have pretty much attempted to Deceive the Arbites as well. So here's the roll for that: Deceive [-10]: [roll0] vs. 40 And just in case it does come to combat, is it safe to assume that Gulliver has all of his equipment on his person, with the exception of the large and obvious Sniper Rifle? Spoiler Hide Shoot. Editing seems to have removed my roll. Also, it would seem that I wrote 40 for Deceive rather than 50, since that's what Gulliver's Fellowship score is in actuality. So without further ado: Deceive [-10] - (1d100)[5] vs. 50 As Gulliver manuevers Marius behind him, all hell looks about to break loose; the Arbitrators' hands reach for his shotgun and then-He sees the cogwheel icon on Gulliver's robe, and hesitates. That is all the opening Gulliver needs, and as he weaves his story, the Arbitrator begins to breathe more steadily, and he backs away from the group slightly. Evidently the Cogwheel makes him slightly superstitious, as he can be seen uttering a chant of forgiveness under his breath. As he gets himself under control again, his accent mostly vanishes, leaving only a slight twang."Beg your pardon, sir. I would neva want to disrupt an agent of the Omnissiah on their holy duty, oh no I wouldn't. I don't know anything about any service call, but I imagine you know better than I, why would they tell the rank and file, right? I'm sorry for the delay; please, let me speed you on!"He waves you through the perfunctory security-screening awaiting all visitors, and then ushers you through the main doors onto Emperor's Avenue, one of five such streets in the Mid-Hive district officially known as Mercy and unofficially known as the Sump-Heap."Best of luck, gentleman!"The Emperor's Avenue train station, seen from the outside, is a disheveled, and yet somehow grand, place. Aging marble, once likely white, has been stained brown by the pollution of ages, and the gargoyles, statues, and other decorative elements dotting its facade have lost any gilding they may have once had. However, in contrast to everything else on the street, it at least looks structurally sound, and appears to have all of its original building materials. The other buildings surrounding are mostly ramshackle metal and stone constructions reaching at most 12 stories, with the Hive ceiling not far above. Oily liquid occasionally drops from the metal roof to plop into the general refuse piled on the sidewalks, which are surprisingingly quiet for this early in the work cycle. Arbites patrols roam through the streets, although none appear to notice the dregs around them unless they are in their way. The Church of the Emperor's Renewal can be seen on the far end of the avenue, seemingly the only actually clean thing around. Inwardly, for their journey thus far, Quill had been seething with curses. Much to her chagrin, ever since barely surviving the ordeal on Volg, her sense of focus was never the same. Certainly, slaking one's thirst for knowledge is held a virtue among the ranks of the Omnissiah's adepts, but having a mind that's prone to too much wandering is of less val...With a conscious effort, she files away her churning thoughts for another time, some other time when she could better indulge, with the... research... in the unmarked and encrypted slates in her bag. Frustration? Shame? Weaknesses she could do better without.Glass of amasec. Ticking clock. Preparations, come and gone. Gull's return, report, processed. Morning newsfeeds. Breakfast, brisk... not standard issue rations. Door closing. Alley cats yowling. Sector capital traffic. Monorail transit... newer sections, numbered filed with alphanumerics, city's old sector, still named in commemoration of past centuries' notable people... interesting... look it up later, not now, not now...The various details tick by in a psychosynaptic exercise to rein in her thoughts...Arbite ID check? Papers or pistol?Before she could draw either, though, their resident fast-talker had already deployed his guile.Scrap... scrap, SCRAP. May the Omnissiah forgive and unjam me.Quill actually did have her papers on her. Several sets, in fact. The most recent issued from the local Scholam at which she'd been teaching for the past few years. The most relevant being the standard papers and insignia as a techpriest, though of a different branch of the Cult Mechanicus than Gull------whose story she presently corroborates with remaining silent beneath her coat's hood, and snaking out a mechadendrite and giving the inquisitive patrolman a blink of the optics.Once clear of earshot, she coughs,"Well oiled, brother." Varrog moves past the suddenly cowed arbites, beneath his helmet a smirk grows. He moves stiffly, something that doesn't require much effort on his part, to sell the act that he was a servitor. He considered briefly adding some mechanical sounds for effect, but decided not to over-sell the bought story.Once past the arbites Varrog joined Quill in congratulating Gulliver."Smooth as Nickadian oysters. A servitor, Hmmm. Smart. So let's find our target, make a bee-line for the chapel." Leading the shambling trio of fellows through the Arbites blockade, Gulliver is just able to maintain his composure past the hard glares of the Officers' helms. Once out of eye- and earshot, he quickly tears off his ruffled Mechanicus hood and whoops with self-satisfied laughter. Regaining his breath and some sense of personal dignity, he shuffles through his various bandoliers and pockets to ensure all of his equipment is properly stowed away. Spinning back to the rest, the light mood rapidly dissipates, even in the glow of praise. "Right then. Yes yes, thanks and all - but we just came too damn close back there. We're fortunate that Officer still had some respect for the other Adeptus Institutions besides his own, but not all of them will. If there's anything any of you might have to prevent another near-shootout, not including my glibness, let's hear of it, yes?" Varrog reaches into one of the armoured pouches at his waist and removes his own identification, the symbol of the Arbites is clearly visible, a fist clenched on the scales of justice. Beneath his helmet he allowed himself a small smile, the hint of which could be heard in his grating voice."Official Adeptus Arbites Identification. It will allow us to pass further inquiries without trouble."

Ketzerei gebiert Ketzerei, Akt 1_ Shadows of the Spires

Father's Needs (BigDadddy and LostInTheMist)

( Stone was buried in her phone, as usual, but occasionally her blue eyes would flick over to the man to her left, her father, James Stone. His eyes were on the road, lights now on as the evening dark began to creep up on them. Amanda swept her long blonde hair back behind her ear and turned to the window to her right, looking for a familiar landmark, but in the gathering twilight, any familiar sights were too shadowed to be sure of. Still, they had been traveling for two hours now, so they must be getting close. She looked back at her phone, the texts from friends and facebook status updates seeming entirely unimportant as the sixteen year-old returned her attention to her father.He was still young and handsome, but his face held worry lines it hadn't even a few months ago, and his expression was hard to read, far away from the smile it had constantly held when he looked at his daughter. When Joanna (Amanda was too angry to call her "mother", at least for now) had walked out without any warning, and divorced Amanda's father for Joanna's tennis instructor, it had shattered both their lives. Her father had always been the breadwinner of the household, but their lives had both been linked by Joanna. Amanda had always been able to lean on her for answers to the social questions only a mother could answer, and she had been the light of James' life. Now the two of them lived alone in the large house, and Amanda felt like she had lost her father too. He'd used up all his vacation days and sick days with his company, sitting in front of the tv, listless.Amanda, home for summer vacation had done her best for him, fielding his calls, making sure the bills were paid on time (by making use of her father's credit and debit cards) and everything else she could. When William Mason, her father's boss had called to fire him, she had pleaded with him for more time. She'd met William a few times when he'd come over for dinner, her father doing his best to charm his boss, and she'd agreed to doanythingif he'd give her father an extra week. Amanda had a feeling what that "anything" might wind up being. She was a short girl, only 5'3" tall, but she had firm 32B breasts, a tiny 20" waist, and flared 32" thighs complimented by her firm ass and long legs. Combined with her blonde hair and blue eyes, she never failed to attract the attention of men. But she'd deal with what exactly she'd promised William later. For now, her concern was her father. She'd suggested... more cajoled really... him into taking her out to their family's cabin in the woods, far away from anywhere.She'd worn a short shirt that exposed her taut midriff and low riding jeans, heavily bleached and slightly worn on the legs as fashion dictated. She'd never have gotten away with the outfit if Joanne had been around, but she wasn't. James hadn't even seemed to notice. Amanda's gaze drifted back briefly to the back seat where her suitcase was located. After weeks of trying to bring James out of his stupor she'd finally realized just what it was James needed. He needed a woman in his life, someone to take care of his... basic... needs. Her fatherwasstill young and attractive, and so Amanda had loaded her suitcase with nothing but lingerie and sexy clothes, a few sex toys she'd surreptitiously acquired from friends or stolen from Joanne over the years, and several pairs of very high-heeled shoes that Joanne hadn't known about, but that Amanda had learned to walk in.Amanda wanted her father to be happy. To be happy he needed a woman, and he needed a lover. She would be both. James stared ahead into the darkness, his mind wandering as it had been nearly every minute of every day. For so long, everything felt like it had been perfect. Then it was gone in a flash. Their big house in the suburbs, the happy family of a father, mother, and daughter. He'd been so happy supporting the family, spending amazing weekends with the girls, and watching Amanda grow in the meantime. Just like that though, it had all crumbled, and behind it'd left the broken thoughts of a man trying to figure things out. Had he done something wrong? Was it really as evil and heartless of a decision as his thinking mind told him it was? No matter what the reason, life had changed drastically, and he was stuck in the middle of trying to fix it.Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew that their situation was unfair to his daughter. She truly had been the light of his life. Honestly, though he was doing a poor job of showing it, she still was. If she hadn't been around to help him as much as she had, things would've already gotten even worse. Not that they really could get much worse, it seemed, but it was that bubbly blond that gave him his only sense of normalcy. She'd matured beyond her years, and was pulling them through the things that a girl her age should never have to deal with. Quite honestly, she was taking it in stride, and doing a much better job of it than her father was too.That was why when she'd suggested the cabin, he subconsciously knew that it was a good idea. His immediate reaction was to stay far away from memories like that. Memories of the trips the three of them use to take. But as the road drug on behind them, the trees surrounding the road growing taller and wider, he was realizing that Amanda had really made the right call. He'd been stubborn to convince, but somehow, making that familiar drive was already loosening the tension in his shoulders.It was because all of those memories, or at least all of the best ones, were of that petite, cute blonde in the passenger seat. Her first fish out on the lake. The smile on her face the first time they looked out over the valley after their favorite hike. Everything he loved about this place, was Amanda and him. Her mother, his wife, just never seemed to have the same attachment to the fresh air and mountain isolation. But he loved it, and he was glad that she had enjoyed it enough to suggest it too. He snuck his first smile in what felt like weeks as he looked over at her, watching her for a moment in the dim lights of the dashboard as she sat contently in the passenger seat.He wanted to say something, at least get her attention, but he just stared for a moment longer before his head turned back to the road. His little girl had really grown into a beautiful young womankind he suddenly felt the tiniest spark of excitement at spending some quality time with her away from the world. The turning of the car and the change of the sound of wheels on pavement to the crunch of gravel told Amanda they were not far from the cabin. It would be a few minutes along the gravel road, and then about ten more down a dirt road. The cabin truly was in the middle of nowhere, but that was part of what was fun. There were a few cabins around the lake that was a few minutes walk away from it, but Amanda didn't know where they were. She'd seen a few of their occupants out on the lake before, but always from a distance, and no particular effort had been made to make close contact or meet them. Indeed, the vacations were a refuge from civilizations and the suburban life where one was expected to know one's neighbors' names and socialize with them if you happened across them in the street.Her cell phone signal left completely, and she smiled, turning the phone off. There might be more and more cell phone coverage across the country, but she didn't think their remote little corner of it would ever get it, which suited her just fine. The cabin had a land line just in case of emergencies, but other than that, they were totally cut off, which was just the way her parents had liked it. Dad couldn't be paged or reached by his work at the firm and Joanna couldn't be reached by the hospital. If Amanda had to give up contact with her friends, a chance to reconnect with her family made it worth it. Here among the trees, the dusk that had descended became full darkness, and by the time they pulled up to the cabin a few stars were visible through the trees towering above them. Amanda stretched as she stepped out of the car, exposing a few more inches of smooth, flawless skin before she went to grab her bags out of the back of the car.She smiled at her father as she lifted the awkwardly weighted bag out of the back of the car. The fact that it had only lingerie, sex toys, and shoes in it made its weight extremely off-center, but she disguised it well. She'd made sure to load the bag herself and she would bring it in herself so that she might surprise her father with it. "Come on Daddy," she said. "It's gonna be fun," she assured him with an absolute conviction she genuinely felt. "We've got almost a week here. I'm sure we can find something to do to take your mind off things." If he'd been looking closely at her, he might have seen the slight shift in her smile, the near leer she threw him at the word 'something'. All the same, her words seemed perfectly innocent.But she intended to see to it that that 'something to do' was her, and she suppressed a giggle at the thought. James had actually picked the piece of land himself, and designed most of the cabin too. He'd always wanted a little piece of land up in the hills. A short enough drive from the city to be manageable, but far enough from the highway to be completely private. At first he thought of it as his own little retreat. A place to sneak away from work and the world for a weekend to hunt or fish. Or hell, even a quiet house to lounge in for a few days, refreshing his body and mind before returning home. The first few times he'd been up to the cabin on his own, it had done just that. He quickly realized though, that he'd designed it for the little family he had back at home too.It was cozy and quaint, but built perfectly to suit. Designed plentifully with hardwood, it seemed to blend in perfectly with the trees around it. Inside was two bedrooms, the master with it's own bath, and a smaller bedroom that Amanda had used. Truthfully, she'd probably outgrown it even by now, but then again, the point of the building wasn't really to fill it with things other than good company. It was just a perfect little mountain retreat though. A large fireplace in the living room. Plush couches, flannel blankets adorning the furniture. He'd paid a small fortune to get electricity strung in, and there was a fresh well for running water. It was perfect, and this week, with the dropping temperatures sure to keep them off the lake and out of the hills, it was just for them.Just seeing it again made him feel another spark of excitement. It was multiplied as he heard his daughter perk up too. Genuine and sweet, her caring tone made him sigh softly."I don't know how I got so lucky with you, kiddo." He admitted, giving her a soft grin as she reassured him that they were going to enjoy their stay. He was starting to believe it too. As he grabbed his own bag, and the tub containing the customary supplies of food they'd need for the week, he followed after her towards the front door. Thinking about it, he was lucky. Very lucky indeed. Seeing her walk in front of him though in the tiny little tee, her tight jeans, he realized she wasn't a kiddo anymore. She'd grown into a caring, smart, beautiful young woman. "It's not luck, Daddy," Amanda told him with a smile. "You put sixteen years of solid effort into me," she said. "But thanks for the compliment," she added. Once they were inside the door she guided him away from the bin of food, and towards his room. "Put your stuff down, then relax," she told him. "I'm going to make dinner tonight," she said. It had been tradition for Joanna to cook dinner the first night, sometimes with Amanda's help, sometimes without. "I've got it all planned out," she said. "Baked macaroni with bacon, and roasted asparagus," she said, smiling practically ear to ear as she went past him to deposit her bag in her room. It made a most unclothing-like *thunk* as she set it down, but she had always packed books and things before, so he probably wouldn't think it that unusual. Not that she minded if he went through her stuff. He might find out she was a little more grown up than he thought. Of course, she wanted him to find that out tonight regardless.She might have been an adult, but she was still a virgin. She'd never seen the point in any of the high school guys her friends drooled over. They were loud, inconsiderate, blabbermouths. More than one of Amanda's friends hadn't even had long enough to tell Amanda that she'd had sex with one guy or another before Amanda heard it from someone else. And if you slept with more than one guy, you got a reputation as "easy". No, Amanda was holding out for a man, not a boy. Not that she didn't find some of those high school boys attractive, but her parents had taught her there was more to life than looks. Of course, that was easy to say when you had looks, as the Stone family did in spades. Joanna was blonde and beautiful, like an older version of Amanda, not quite so petite, but after you had a baby you never really regained your original waist line. She was still a beautiful woman, and she hadn't dropped the extra breast growth after she'd had Amanda, who was still jealous of her Mom's D cups. And James was still in his 30s and had stayed in shape, rather than letting himself get fat as so many men did once they got married. When she hugged him she could feel his hard body under his clothes. How Joanna could have left a man like him, Amanda would never understand.Amanda knew she was good looking too, considering herself fairly, without any snobbish vanity. But she'd carefully cultivated a Daddy's girl image. She'd told any boy who asked that her Daddy wouldn't let her date until she was 17. Having just turned 16, she was a year away from worrying about turning down any prospective suitors. Not that she had eyes for high school boys any more anyway. She had her eyes on just one person.This reflection took only a moment, and when James emerged from his bedroom she guided him to his favorite arm chair, and poured him a glass of his favorite whiskey from the place where her parents had always hidden the alcohol, thinking Amanda didn't know where it was. She gave him another small smile, though she had never really seen the point of alcohol. It tasted awful, but if her Daddy liked it from time-to-time, she didn't mind. "Now really, relax, Daddy. I've got this."She busied herself in the kitchen. She indeed had everything planned out, more than simply cooking. She'd boiled the noodles and grated the cheese, but when it came time to cook the thin strips of bacon she had cut, she intentionally turned the heat up too high. As she'd hoped when she dropped the bacon in, it sizzled a bit too violently, and got several drops of grease on her shirt before she could turn down the heat. She said a most unladylike curse, getting her Dad's attention as she backed away from the burner. Then she held up a hand. "No, Daddy, it's okay. I just had the heat up a little high." She got everything done, mixed up, the macaroni topped with cheese and foil so it would brown but not burn, and then she put it in the oven. The asparagus she would cook while the Macaroni cooled. She went over to James, and gestured at her shirt. "I got some grease on it," she pointed out. "I'm gonna go change," she told him before heading down to her room.She left the door a little ajar, not that she figured James would follow her to have a look. She stripped out of her clothes and then began to sort through the various lingerie items she had bought. Finally she settled on a dark red bra and panties with a matching garter belt holding up nude stockings. It was actually one of the less revealing outfits she had on hand, and she paired it with black high heeled shoes with a four inch stiletto heel. She'd put in the effort to learn to walk in higher heels, but she figured she'd start simple. The heels clicked nicely on the hardwood floor and when she entered the main room of the cabin she gave a bright smile. "What do you think, Daddy?" she asked.( He playfully rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at her. "Well you made it easy." He protested with a soft chuckle. She really had, though. He'd heard all sorts of stories from the parents of her friends. Finding their daughters at parties, boys sneaking into the house, and everything else. It was all of that, on top of grades too. Grades were certainly something Amanda never struggled with. Smart and wise well beyond her years, she had breezed through all of her classes up to that point. She never seemed to partake in any of the other activities that got most high schoolers into trouble, either. No boys, no parties, it just never seemed important to her. She was a family girl, and especially a Daddy's girl, but never to the extent that he worried about overparenting her. His '17' rule wouldn't have even been strict had she found a nice boy she really liked...she just hadn't. At least none that he'd ever met. She seemed perfectly content spending time with her family, and especially him. It just made everything easy, because he truly never worried about her making unsafe decisions.It was many of those reasons why it came as no surprise that she seemed so worried about him. Worried, but also with her usual strong resolve. She would never give up on him, and he could tell that she was truly doing her best to make sure he got through this. Morphing their old traditions into new ones, so he could enjoy the week at the cabin relaxing. It was a little refresh he definitely needed. Giving her another grin, he unloaded the bin of food onto the counter before she was practically pushing him towards the master bedroom. "Okay, okay, okay!" He teased back, adjusting his duffel on his shoulder as he moved inside to toss against the dresser. He'd unpack later, he figured. He assumed it'd be a quiet night in front of the fireplace, after all.Plus, there was the temptation of his favorite seat that Amanda was already insisting he enjoy. "I know you do. And thank you for that." He agreed, sinking into the seat, wrapping his fingers around the whiskey glass. A heavy pour, not that he was complaining. Plus he had the huge, plush chair, next to the picture window on the right, the fireplace on the left. It was his favorite spot to sit, especially when it snowed. There was a perfect view of the quiet nature outside, and a good view of the rest of the cabin inside too. Angled just enough that he saw his daughter fussing in the kitchen as she started her plan for dinner. A nice and hearty meal, with the sweet aroma of sizzling bacon filling the small living space.As he sipped the dark liquid though, he heard a sudden yelp. A curse even. "You oka..." He was about to ask, before she had peered her head out to cut him off at the pass. Of course he had no idea that as she returned to the kitchen, it was all part of an elaborate scheme.A scheme he wouldn't have any comprehension of as his daughter returned from her bedroom a short few minutes afterwards...James had always had a type...and well, Joanna had been that type. The genes in their family ran strong, and Amanda was definitely, definitely his type. Small and petite, blonde, and perky in all the right places. An ample chest, tone stomach. But the real family trait seemed to be her butt. Curvy hips rounding into a thick, supple rear end. Though he'd never consciously thought of her that way, Amanda's 16 year old ass put his wife's to shame. And it was on full display as he watched his sweet daughter stroll out into the middle of the cabin, wearing nothing but the matching lingerie set, stockings, and heels. The kind of look that made a man's loins stir and his heart pound, no matter who was wearing them."That's..uh.." He started to say, coughing on some of the whiskey that had stuck in his throat. He was staring, and he knew it. He couldn't figure out why, and he also couldn't figure out how to stop. "I mean..yeah, I like it...I mean, you look great." He stammered, obviously a little flustered. It'd been a while since he'd seen a woman dressed in anything like that. "It's not...well, it's not really cabin wear?" He asked, almost as if he was probing the real reason she'd slipped into something like that. Amanda gave a little silvery laugh and shook her head. "It's cold outside, Daddy," she said sweetly. "But it's plenty warm in here," she said as she sauntered over closer to him. "You've been down in the dumps, Daddy," she said in a sad tone. "And I've tried everything to help you. At least, almost everything," she said. Another step and she was close enough that he could smell a scent, the same scent of the shampoo Joanna had always used in her hair. "It's simple, Daddy," she said. "A man needs a woman, and just because one woman goes that doesn't mean he doesn't need another one," she said.She gave him a smile. "But you're busy taking care of me, and working to support me, to help me save for college, and all of that," she said. Her heels clicked as she took another step closer, standing over him as he sat on the chair. "So you don't have time to go looking for someone new to help you," she said. "I figured, after everything you've done for me, and everything you're still doing, I ought to do something for you," she said. She put a finger on his lips to forestall a response, in the process bending over to give him an almost unavoidable shot down the top of her bra at her ample, not oversized, breasts. "I know what you're going to say," she said. "About morality and legality, and your responsibilities as a father," she said."Morally, it's outdated," she said. "I want to give this gift to you. You're not coercing it out of me, you're not forcing me to do anything. Legally it's the same thing. I'm old enough to know what I want and to know what I'm doing." She gave him another soft smile, the finger on his lips drifted away, gently touching his cheek before she straightened up. "As for your fatherly duties, isn't a part of your duty to be happy, Daddy?" she asked him. "I want to make you happy," she said. "And it's not like I'm asking you to get me pregnant," she told him. She stepped away from him. "I'm not even asking you to do anything," she said. "Actually, I guess I am, but I'm not going tomakeyou do anything you don't want to do," she said.She turned away a moment then looked back over her shoulder, one finger curled between her luscious lips. "But you can do anything you want to me, Daddy," she said.( James had been turning it over and over in his head for days, and he couldn't figure out what might've caused the rift between he and his wife. One thing he'd never settled on though, was sex. As far as he always knew, his sex life with his wife was outstanding. She was one of the few people he'd ever met who kept up with his sexual appetite, and he thought they'd connected well. It was adventurous, fun, wild and tantric. Apparently he was wrong, though. She'd gone off for a much younger man, leaving him high and dry. And for someone with the sex-drive that he had, it had created a problem he hadn't really encountered in years. When you went from sex nearly whenever you wanted, to none at all, there was a massive void. One that was only briefly, and poorly, filled by porn and masturbation. It was an ache that he'd been having for weeks, and one that he just realized his own daughter had reignited.It certainly could've been a factor as to why he'd been so down. All the physical exertion, all the pleasure keeping him level headed, suddenly gone. Now he was starting at that sweet, sexy little blonde, in lingerie clearly designed for male arousal. It was working, too. Her own father, staring down her cleavage, admiring the way her legs were framed in the nude stockings. Though he wanted to say all kinds of things, he never got the chance. One, because he couldn't find whatever words were swirling around his brain. And two, because Amanda never even let him consider it.She covered all the points. All the hitches and worries in the back of his mind. Morally and legally. His daughter was admitting to wanting to do this. For him, mostly he assumed. She seemed to be quite entertained playing the role though. Was it possible she actually wanted this too. It certainly seemed like it.He was a stammering, blushing mess by the time her fingertip left his lips. His breathing had heightened, as had the naturally occurring bulge in his jeans. It really hit him when she turned around though. A hard throb of blood, a sudden shudder as his daughter looked over her shoulder with that utterly divine, seductive tease. She was on display, mere inches from him, close enough to reach out and touch. It was her body though...that little kink in her leg that displayed her from behind. Always being somewhat of an ass man, seeing her perky teenage butt in the stockings and garter, peeking out from the fabric in a thick, supple curve...He couldn't help but shiver at the thought."Are...are you sure?" Her father managed to ask, clearly frazzled, and clearly aroused. It was a dead giveaway, because his eyes were darting between his daughter's soft eyes, and her soft ass. Amanda turned full around once, then turned back to face him, noticing how his gaze had been darting to her ass and smiled. "I'm sure Daddy," she said, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. "You know me. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure," she said. She glanced back over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. "But dinner is in the oven, so maybe I can give you a... preview?" she asked. "Then we can do the rest after dinner?" she suggested."But before dinner," she dropped to her knees. "Wouldn't you like your daughter to give you a blow job?" she asked, looking up at him, her eyes the picture of innocence in contrast to her words. "Wouldn't you like to fill my mouth with your cock, and cum in my mouth and on my face?" she asked.She was actually quite excited to see her Dad's cock. She knew from her sex education classes that most guys were between five-and-a-half and six-and-a-half inches in length when erect. Her friend Tiffany, who was meeting up with their school's star running back said that his cock was almost eight inches long, which was huge, as far as Amanda was concerned. She wondered if James' cock might be as big. She looked like she wanted to reach out to undo his pants, but was holding herself back. Finally she clasped her hands behinnd her back and looked up at him again. "Come on Daddy," she said, looking up into his eyes. "You can see I mean it. You can see I want it. Pull it out for me," she said. There was all sorts of emotions and thoughts swirling in his mind. Half of them telling him how wrong this was, and half of them telling him how right it could be. Amanda had always been headstrong, he knew it, and she did too. The fact that she pointed out that she wouldn't have offered if she didn't mean it only reinforced that point. But could he really go through with it? Was it something that his own daughter really wanted to do with him? All those questions were about to be answered one way or another, because as he stared up at his sweet blonde teenage daughter, she was slowly lowering to her knees. Somehow she maintained that innocent look in her eyes, but there was no innocence left in her position, or her desire."I would...I would, kind of like that, baby." Her father responded softly, staring deep into her eyes. It'd been so long. His body was betraying him because of his arousal. She'd already see the bulge in his pants. All that was between them was a button, a zipper, and a couple of thin layers of clothing.He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. As she looked up with her arms tucked behind her, giving him that final little instruction, he knew. A deep breath, and he nodded a little towards her."Okay sweetie." He sighed softly. Reaching down, two strong fingers unclipped the button. Pausing for a moment to study her reaction. Not a flinch. Pulling the zipper down next, he knew that was all he really needed. As he lifted his hips up ever so lightly off the couch, he pushed his jeans and boxers down slowly. Inch by inch, until they were sliding down his thighs.It probably took longer than she expected, though. As his length was tucked deep into one of his pant legs. His jeans were nearly around his knees before his erection finally sprang free. There was gifted...and then there was James. Not even fully erect, and his thick, veiny member bobbed lewdly from his loins. Already nearly ten inches, and clearly still stirring to life as blood pumped through his body. Amanda's eyes were huge, though nothing next to the hugeness of his cock. "Oh, Daddy," she gasped, lips parting in surprise. Already it was so much bigger than she had ever imagined. She wasn't a complete innocent, having seen a few cocks in online pictures or videos, but seeing this one so close and so real. She reached out to touch it, surprised at its heat and looked up at her father. She gave him a smile, but her attention returned once more to his cock, still increasing in size.She had promised him a blow job. She shifted her position just a little bit, shuffling a bit closer and leaned in, pulling back after a second, then gripping it low on the base (there was no way she could wrap her hand around it) she leaned in and let her tongue slip between her parted lips and tasted it just a little. It was an odd taste, less than she would have expected, and a moment later she gave it a longer lick. She decided she liked the muted, mild taste and leaned in, licking the underside from the very base to the tip. She tasted something salty and slightly bitter, as she got near the tip, but it wasn't an unpleasant flavor, and she sat back. Now that it was full-sized, it was probably as long as her arm from elbow to wrist, and thicker too. At least fourteen inches in length. She wondered if her Dad had ever thought about contacting the world record people. Then she decided she'd waited long enough.Amanda had a large mouth for her size, something she had inherited from Joanna, and it was going to be used to its maximum advantage here as she opened wide, and took the tip of her father's cock into her mouth, sliding down until her lips slipped past the bulge of his head, and then his entire head was in her mouth, her tongue bathing it in her saliva, slurping up his precum. She looked up at her Daddy with hooded eyes, seeking his approval. He'd always been well aware of just how gifted he was. In fact, for most of his life, it had caused more trouble than anything else. All through high school, he remembered. Any girl that he was lucky enough to get into bed, was suddenly scared off. The few the tried usually stopped after a few minutes, unable to get over the pain that a large dick could cause. He never blamed them, but it made for an oddly self conscious young man how happened to be very well-hung. He didn't really realize that the type of woman who loved it was out there until much later in his life. When he did, his sex life kind of kick started, catching up with all he missed out on ten-fold.Out of all the women he found who did love it, though. Even fewer still looked at him the way Amanda was. She seemed to interested, intrigued and aroused. Like his cock was the only thing in the world for the first few moments she saw it and touched it. Then she lowered down, those sweet eyes disappearing for a moment as her blonde hair lowered, tasting him, teasing along his length with the tip of her tongue."Ohhhh wow..." Her father sighed, still watching her as she explored him for the first time. Next to her petite frame, his length looked even bigger. He knew it would be a challenge for her, but apparently one that she was eagerly embracing.Almost as quick as she'd started teasing him, she went for it. Lips stretched, mouth open wide. Sliding those red painted lips around the head of his cock, she slipped her lips down over his head. "Fuckkk.." He groaned again softly, feeling her tongue twisting over his slit. He was already coated in precum, the same sticky liquid she was gathering eagerly. As she flashed her eyes back up towards him though, the look of pleasure on his face would tell her the answer she wanted.He needed it, badly. Giving her a little nod as he gritted his teeth, he reached down, brushing her hair from her brow. He wanted to see his daughter suck his dick... This presented a challenge for Amanda. She had practiced at removing her gag reflex with her dildos, but the longest one she had was only eight inches in length, and nowhere near as thick as her father's massive cock. The experience of having a real cock in her mouth was quite different, it was hot, and she could feel it throbbing against her lips, even as it continued to drool tasty fluid into her mouth. She wasn't sure what the effect of taking her father's cock down her throat would be, but she was determined to try it.She slid forward on the cock, and soon the head was bumping against the back of her throat, producing some strangled gagging noises, but she was clearly fighting against the reflex and abruptly he felt it swell and then tighten, and his cock head was inside his daughter's throat. She was so surprised by the sudden yielding that she swallowed several additional inches in one go and had to pull it out, thick strands of saliva connecting her mouth to the cock as she took heaving breaths, coughing before she grabbed it and took it back in, his time much more quickly swallowing it. Her throat milked his shaft as inch after inch slid down. She had to pause several times and pull it out, though only into her mouth to take breaths and stop a gagging fit.But some ten minutes after she had first started, she looked up at her father, with her nose against his abdomen. He could feel the muscles in her mouth move; she was trying to smile, but her lips were stretched taught around his shaft. She pulled back, and let his cock pop free of her mouth. "Face fuck me Daddy, and then cum in my throat! Fill my stomach with your cum!" As eager as his wife had always been in bed, what he was watching his daughter do, was something nobody had ever tried. His impending size was by no means lost on him. He realized that his length could be intimidating, especially so to a smaller girl like his daughter. He saw nothing but resolve in her eyes though, and her actions mirrored that too."Ohh holy fuck..." Her father suddenly groaned out, a sudden surge of pleasure overtaking him as he shuddered violently. The intensity of her throat around his cock was something he'd never truly felt. Every breath, every movement seemed to vibrate around his sensitive length as she pushed down on his length. If only briefly, it was one of the most amazing sensations he'd ever felt. Not only that, but she did it again. And again. Only stopping to take brief breaths, her tongue still swirling over his precum oozing cockhead.As she looked up with those darling eyes again though, suckling on his head, and eventually popped off, he saw a new desire. Animalistic, dirty, amazing. It was clear what she wanted, because she stated it about as matter of factly as possible. Her father obliged instantly. He needed it."Fuck yeah, baby." He growled, looking back at her with matching hunger. He was rising up out of his chair though. He had a better position in mind for this. As he stood over his daughter, he reached down, taking a tuft of her hair. "Open wide..." He groaned softly, guiding her lips towards his cock, and not slowing the force of his forearm pushing her down towards his groin as he did. As James took full control of her throat fucking, Amanda felt only pride at how well she was doing. She had been worried that Daddy would be angry about her trying to seduce him, insist that she dress properly, and Amanda hadn't broughtanynon-lingerie clothing beyond what she had been wearing earlier, and the shirt of that outfit was (intentionally) spattered with grease. It took her a few moments to adapt to the fast, forceful rhythm James was setting, but soon she was able to breathe, and even if she occasionally gagged, it was only a sound that reinforced just how deeply she was taking his cock. She kept her eyes on him as best as she could, and her hands felt around, one bracing herself on his thigh, while the other found his heavy balls and began to gently fondle them.She wanted to verbalize what she was feeling, to urge her father on harder and faster, but with her mouth so full, she could only look up at him with lust filled eyes. When she realized he was holding her up and she didn't need to brace herself, the hand that was on his thighs drifted away from it and found its way to her panties, and then down, underneath them to her pussy, already drooling wet, and she slipped one, then two fingers inside and began to pump away. There was no way her tight pussy was ready for his cock, but she knew it would stretch to take it just the way her mouth was.Amanda could feel it or sense it on some level beyond her normal senses when James was just about ready to cum and her hands left his balls and her pussy. With hasty fingers, and some fumbling due to the way she was being rocked back and forth with his powerful thrusts, she managed to get her bra off. Her eyes told him to cum in her throat and all over her, to mark her as his. She wanted this. She so desperately wanted him to cum both inside and on her! He probably should have been angry. He definitely should have told her that there was no way they could go through with this. It turned out all that pent up emotion needed an outlet, though, and his daughter Amanda was providing it. Just seeing her in that lingerie had ignited a fire, a passion he hadn't felt in months. Seeing that eager, perfectly curvy teenage body made him lust badly. He just needed this. Whatever it was. A one time blowjob, the whole week, he couldn't be sure. But he was focused on her in the moment, and it was the perfect release as the tension floated off his shoulders.Of course, it was much, much more lewd than just that. He had his hands wrapped through her blonde hair, and was holding her firmly in place as he thrust his hips and massive cock at her mouth. She took every pump with grace though, gagging occasionally, but making that deviant eye contact that just drove a man wild. The kind of eye contact that made her father fuck her mouth harder, and faster.Seeing her react by fingering herself though...Oh, that just made him shudder in pleasure. She definitely wanted this as badly as it seemed. As badly as he did.As he pumped his thick, throbbing cock between her lips, he knew it wouldn't take long. All that pent up arousal over the last few weeks and months needed a place to go. And he figured out where as he watched his daughter peel off her top. "Mmm that's right baby." He growled, giving her a little look with flared nostrils. He was trying to hold back, and failing. "Ohh fuck, I'm going to cum..." He growled.And a moment later, he did. The first heavy throb, shooting a thick stream of cum deep into her throat. Then another. Feeling her throat and cheeks swell with seed, he slipped backwards. Another thick rope splashing onto his daughters face, hitting with a hard splash. With an orgasm that matched the impressive size of his cock, he continued to stroke his length, pumping streams of thick, hot cum onto her face and tight little chest. Amanada was still working to swallow her Daddy's thick streams of cum that had filled her mouth when another shot hit her right in the face. She closed her eyes tightly as he covered her whole face with his cum, and then he continued to fire hot streams onto her chest, covering her collarbone, her breasts. For a few moments she wondered if he would cover her entirely with his cum, but he finally seemed to run dry. She used her thumbs to clear her eyes of cum, popping both quickly into her mouth to lick off the cum, then located his deflating cock, wrapping her lips around it to get the last bits of his cum in her mouth.She stood up and gave him her best innocent smile, in complete contrast to her half-naked cum-covered visage. "Did I do a good job, Daddy?" she asked him as though asking if her grade on a test were acceptable to him. She moved a little closer to him, but she didn't want to get too close. She had no desire to get his clothes covered with his cum, and she had no desire to wipe his cum off her just yet even as it dripped off her body, from her face onto her breasts, from her breasts onto the floor, and some streamers slowly sliding down her flat chest towards the line of her garter belt. She wiped those droplets away alone, slipping the cum-covered fingers into her mouth again."And that's just a preview, Daddy," she said. "I know how long you've been without," she said. "Starting after dinner, you can take me however you want, wherever you want, whenever you want," she said. She looked him in the eyes, the blue looking startlingly like steel or ice. "I mean it Daddy," she added. "I want to be the one who fulfills all your sexual needs... I want to be your cum repository." She smiled. "But I only know what you need in general. You're the one who knows what you want.... So you need to take charge of me," she said. "Like I said... any time... any place... any way... anything." She hoped that in doing so he would also take charge of his life once more. It had been years since he'd climaxed that hard. It might've been the biggest orgasm of his life, quite honestly. Throb after throb of his long, thick cock just seemed to continue depositing thick, sticky cum onto his daughter's eagerly awaiting face. Covering her from forehead to chin, before splattering a fair amount on her perky little breasts too. She seemed perfectly content allowing it too, getting completely painted in the lewd picture by her own father. As he finally started to slow, his chest rising and falling with powerful breaths, he groaned feeling her suckle the last few drops of his cum from his length."Oh you did very good, baby..." Her father managed to sigh. He needed to catch his breath. Seeing her lick his cum from her fingertip, swallowing it down with a grin just made him shudder. Maybe Amanda really was the girl for him. She was the kind of girl that filled his dreams physically, and her eagerness so far was fitting the bill too.As she narrowed her gaze down on him though, he could feel that seriousness. It was an odd line of conversation from his daughter for starters, but he knew that she wasn't joking. She had thought about this long enough, and knew she wanted it. She made that perfectly clear. Even though he was looking his dear, sweet Amanda in the eyes...it made him shiver."I always have wondered what it's like to get my hands on that sexy little ass of yours..." He finally admitted, seeming to have perked back up both physically and mentally. Maybe this was just what he needed. Standing up, he knew he'd need a short physical break though, time to recover from the exertion of his orgasm. "Lets eat dinner." He announced, taking a firm handful of her ass for a moment, before heading for the kitchen. He paused in the doorway though, and narrowed his own gaze, before breaking into a youthful, curious grin. "But we need to talk about you deciding that you want to be a cum repository..." He joked playfully. She giggled in response to him, wrinkling her nose and smiling brightly. "If you're worried aboutthat, you should know that I'm on the pill, Daddy," she told him. It was one of the few things Joanna had done for her, making sure she could get free birth control from the pharmacy. It was before Amanda had decided on this course of action, and it had been mainly with a desire to regulate and reduce pain during her time of the month. She let a finger slide along the top of her breasts, which, while not large were perfectly proportioned for her petite body, and popped the finger into her mouth. "I like your cum Daddy," she said. "I can't help but feel like it belongs on me and inside me," she said.A timer went off and she walked over to the oven, her nice ass sashaying as she removed the baked mac and cheese to replace it with the trimmed and cleaned asparagus. She looked back at James and grinned as she saw his eyes. "You like my ass, Daddy?" she asked. "I always suspected you were an ass man," she said with a grin. "How about you come here and massage it while I finish up with the asparagus?" she asked. She adjusted her position so she was leaning forward a little more, thrusting her ass out more, enhancing it. "Maybe after dinner you want to fuck it with your huge cock?" she asked. "I've never had anything in my ass before, but I've read men like it, and I want to please you, Daddy," she said.Joanna had been an idiot to walk away from a cock like James', and a man like her Daddy. Her tennis instructor Lauren would never be able to please her the way Daddy could. But maybe Joanna had always been a lesbian and simply convinced herself she wasn't. Or maybe she was bisexual and a young, attractive, athletic Lauren was more than she could resist. Amanda could appreciate Lauren's looks, and in fact, on the rare occasions she didn't fantasize about her father, Lauren was usually the focus. Amanda was straight... mostly... but like every teenage girls she knew, she'd fooled around a little with some of her friends, the ones she could trust not to talk, and she could recognize an attractive woman when she saw one.She sighed and wiggled her ass. "Come on Daddy, don't be shy. It's what I'm here for, to please you." The heat of the moment had kind of overwhelmed all his senses and thoughts. There was still that lingering thought that this was all so wrong, but it was fading quickly. Mostly because his daughter just seemed delighted. Even for a 16 year old girl, it felt like she was totally in control of the situation, and knew she was too. She wanted to do this. For him, of course. But maybe too because she really did like the idea of the fun little arrangement she was presenting him. Seeing that shining blonde covered in cum and eagerly grinning at him in return though, well that sent a shiver down his spine."Well I do have to admit something honey..." Her father teased, giving her a little grin as he looked her up and down. Even in just the stockings, thong, and garter, she maneuvered the kitchen like a pro. "It does look pretty good on you." He joked. Obviously talking about the sticky coating of cum that had smeared from her forehead to her chest. Even dripping down her stomach until she gathered it with a finger. God seeing a sight like that did something for a man.Just like being presented with that sweet little ass. He'd always been an ass-man, there was no doubt about that. The curvy hips that graced the women in his family was something he'd always appreciated. With the thong tucked neatly between, those perky, supple cheeks just seemed stand out, taunting him as she slipped the asparagus into the oven to cook."You really have grown up haven't you?" He asked softly, stepping behind her. A hand outstretched, and suddenly his palm was taking a rather healthy, firm handful of that supple skin. "You have an amazing ass baby." He added, a second hand joining the first as he began lewdly massaging her ass cheeks as they stood in the kitchen. Leaning in, there was a wicked tone in his voice as he whispered softly to her. "And I can't wait to fuck it." She pressed her ass further into his hands, leaning over still further as she continued to work on the asparagus. She had to stand up for a moment to slide it into the oven and set the timer for ten minutes. She turned around to face him and brought his hands to her ass again, though she avoid pressing herself against him. "Maybe you should take off your shirt, Daddy?" she said. "I wouldn't want to get cum stains on your nice shirt. And I want to see your muscles," she said, fiddling with one of the buttons with one of her hands.She stepped back. "Ten minutes isn't enough time for a good fucking she said, but maybe I can whet your appetite," she said with a smile, stepping back. She brought her hands to her breasts and began to spread the cum there all over the front of her body, occasionally pausing to bring some cum up to her mouth, showing it off and swallowing it. Before long she was swaying and gyrating, almost as though she were doing a dance. Her entire from side was glistening with a thin layer of cum, and perhaps some perspiration; the kitchen and the oven were a little hot.She put a leg up on the chair, undoing one stocking and pulling it down slowly, her body still swaying to some sensual rhythm only she could hear, until she was forced to take off her high heel to remove the stocking clompletely. She made a show of putting the shoe back on her bare foot and repeated the process with her other leg. The garter belt came off almost immediately, and then she looked at her father as she very deliberately slid a hand into her panties, obviously playing with her pussy. She finally slid the panties off, down around her legs and kicked them away so she was standing naked but for a pair of high heels. "Did you like my dance, Daddy?" she asked him innocently, just as the timer on the stove went off. His teenage daughter's perky ass felt amazing in his hands. Feeling her react, pushing back into him just made him shudder in delight. That soft, supple skin seemed to melt around his fingers. Just underneath that soft layer, was that firmness though. The musculature that gave her body an amazing curve, and that same amazing ass. The one he clearly wasn't going to be able to get enough of. But it was clear he was going to try his damnedest.As she spun into him though, seeing those glistening eyes staring up, the shudder turned into a shiver. He hadn't been looked at like that in years, and it was enthralling. Though she snapped the first button open, he happily continued. Noticing that she had parted with him, he took a step back. As he unbuttoned his shirt, eventually letting it slide off his shoulders, he saw his daughter starting to sway. He picked up on the dance, and decided to fall into the chair at the dining room table.He couldn't take his eyes off her. His daughter wasn't the innocent type, it seemed. Or if she was, she'd brought out every last ounce of her sensual nature for this week. Every movement was subtle and teasing, the curves of her body on perfect display as her hands roamed and her hips swayed. A striptease he would never forget, and he was starting to realize he never wanted too.As he saw those fingers slip into her panties though, a soft moan as she teased herself towards the end of her dance, he groaned softly. His flaccid length was stirring back to life just from watching her do something so absolutely, perfectly sexual. "I loved your dance, baby." He responded softly, standing back up and approaching her with outstretched arms. Grasping her hips, he pulled her close. "And I love those sexy heels..." He teased, flashing her a grin. She clearly knew what her father was into.As the timer drowned out any chance of conversation though, the kitchen filled with the aroma of an amazing dinner, he gave her ass a little pat. "If I wasn't so excited for dinner, I'd probably be eating you off the kitchen table..." He admitted with a little wink. She served the veggies and mac 'n' cheese onto a plate for him with a waggle of her hips. "If you eat all your vegetables, maybe you can have a nice, juicy peach for dessert," she said, a slight giggle in her voice. "That is, if you can hold off fucking my ass long enough to eat it," she added as she plopped down at the table across from him. Her cum glazed face and her shiny body from her mid-chest up was fully visible to him, including her perky tits.She was silent for several moments, eating, but when she had her mouth empty and saw he had taken a particularly big bite, she pounced. "Listen, Daddy," she said. "I don't want you to feel guilty about this tomorrow, or later on, really," she said. "I know you might think you won't, but later tonight, when you've sated yourself, or tomorrow morning if you're not turned on, you might feel like you've used me somehow, or that what we did was inappropriate," she said."But I want to be what you want me to be," she said. "For that, you need to take charge," she told him. "I only know how to give you what I think you want. You can tell me how to give you what you know you want," she told him. "So I want you to promise me two things. First, I want you to promise to be my Master for the duration of this trip, and beyond if we want it," she said. "And I also want you to promise me that you won't ever order me to stop having sex because you feel guilty about using me, or because you think I don't want it," she said. She gave him a grin. "Believe it or not, your daughter is a closet sex maniac," she said. "I'll bet you anything my libido matches yours. And I'm a teenager, and a woman, so I might even have the advantage," she pointed out."So there," she added, popping a large bite of the mac 'n' cheese into her mouth and chewing, allowing him a chance to respond if he wanted. Never really expected to have that kind of talk in real life. Let alone with his own daughter. It was something straight out of an erotic novel, in a lot of ways. It was real though, and it made his skin tingle. Not in a bad way, though. In fact, hearing her so constitute in her ideas was, well, rather refreshing. She was right. He'd already been worrying. He knew in the back of his mind how wrong this all was, and how wrong it had been so far. There was that longing and yearning though, and a sense of excitement given what really could manifest between them. And she'd caught him at the perfect moment...She'd always been clever, but she'd caught him right in the middle of his bite. Which was delicious. He'd have to give compliments. For now though, he couldn't. It wasn't much of a talk or discussion, quite honestly. It was his daughter, more or less telling him how things were going to go. His own daughter, alerting him that he was going to be her master for their trip and beyond. A lot of power came with a term like that. Her master."I have no doubt you have the advantage, sweetheart." He mused with a grin of his own. He was still processing the rest of her statement. Through it all though, his mind was still wandering. A juicy peach. Pounding her ass. Was he really thinking this about his own daughter? Well, yes, he was. Even worse, he liked it. A lot."You might have to give me a little time to adjust, okay?" He asked, turning somber and serious for just the briefest, fleeting moment. His grin crept back though, and he stabbed a green vegetable with his fork, hovering it by his mouth for a moment. "But I'll warn you...as clever as you are. As much fun as we can have together. You don't have any idea just how much I enjoy a nice, juicy peach." He teased, sliding the fork into his lips and holding eye contact with her. She grinned and blushed a little, at her father's suggestive speech. It was impressive that she could blush at his words when she was clearly fully comfortable sitting across the table from him, naked as the day she was born, with his cum still on her face and chest. "I want to find out how much you enjoy it," she said after a moment, and focused on eating her macaroni as fast as she could without making herself sick.Like any teenager, she was quickly done with her food, and she took a moment to take the plate out to the sink, swaying her tight ass on her high heels as she walked. She could feel her father's eyes on her ass, and she smiled a bit as she bent over far more than was necessary to put her dishes in the sink. She repeated the same, walking over to her father and picking up his plate, kissing him, her free hand going to the bulge in his pants. "Wait there," she said in a sultry tone.She hopped up on the table and lay back, her legs dangling over the edge, well spread, revealing her hairless pussy. "A nice juicy peach for dessert," she said. "Eat me daddy, get me ready for your big, fat cock in my tight little teenage ass," she said. Truly wasn't kidding, and was quite delighted when he saw her sudden burst of eagerness. She was scarfing down her macaroni about as fast as her body would let her, all while he was coyly grinning to himself. He just enjoyed his meal, looking up at her every now and then as she tackled the big plate of pasta. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but liken all those carbs to energy for however this night was about to go. Though he had a very good feeling he knew how it was about to start. Just at the mention of her peach, the whole mood had shifted.Just about as soon as dinner started it felt like, it was ending. He was watching his own daughter sashay towards the kitchen, showing off her ass for him as she bent over the sink. And what an ass it was.That was nothing compared to what greeted him next, though. Eyeing her carefully, he watched as she strolled back to the now clean table. Watched as she clambered up onto the dining room table, with her legs spread on either side in front of him. Suddenly that juicy, hairless young pussy was on full display just for him. "This is quite the treat, baby." He teased, eyeing her hungrily but looking up to her with a little wink and grin. Reaching for her hips, he grasped her firmly and gave her a little tug, scooting her butt right up to the edge."If you feel the need to wrap your legs around me...I don't mind." He teased softly, leaning closer at a slow, teasing pace. "And this tight teenage ass is all mine." He whispered just as softly, before his lips pressed to her folds with a gentle kiss. No licking or teasing at first, just a gentle, lingering kiss. Instead of pulling back though, they hovered there, while her father started to flick at her clit with just the tiniest bit of his tongue. It was clear he wanted to build his little girl up a little. Amanda eagerly wrapped her legs around her father, conscious of his hands keeping her in place as she did so, practically shivering in anticipation. Her hands were busy massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples into fine points as she waited for her father's assault. His kiss to her pussy caused her to let out a soft moan. Her hips wiggled, but with his hands in place she couldn't push her pussy any harder against his face. Her legs tightened, trying to draw James in towards her, but they might have had the same effect on a mountain, as her father didn't budge, but he kept his lips between her legs. She was about to speak when his tongue flicked her clit just slightly, and then again a few moments later. Each time drew a jerk of her hips against his hands. A flush was starting to build on her unblemished skin from her face down towards the top of her teenage breasts."Daddy...." She moaned, trying again to push her pussy against his face or pull his face against her pussy with her legs around his back. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him, unable to really glare at him, the dried cum on her face undermining any severe look. After a moment she smiled. "Do you want me to beg?" she asked in a sultry tone. She let out a low moan. "Oooh, Daddy..." she moaned. "Master...." Her hands went back to playing with her breasts. "Please eat your slutty daughter out, Master," she purred.

Father's Needs (BigDadddy and LostInTheMist)

Strange Tails [IC]

The Tale began with.....Did the travelers hear the horn or the river first? A bellow split the air, heralding the change. Where once stone or wood or grass graced the dragons mother, now her rippling waters roared.Cold and dry becomes cold and wet for the nestling woman. The breath of Daana'd consumes all in its path, human and building submerged then swept forth. Syveris surges upward in search for air, snatching at wooden constructs to keep afloat. The Bajas youngest tumbles by in the newly formed tributary. Rushed forward by terrifying current, the remnants are deposited into deep waters.Silence permeates the cold air as the travellers slumber on matted grass. A thousand stars twinkle in the night sky above Odu Gobege. A trumpeting sound pierces the calm, the two roused awake. Heavy blankets are shed in twin panics, and bodies rise in response. Both dash their way separately in the direction of the call. Both with eyes amazed find a large pond past the ridge, populated with a washed away yurt.Few slept through the din of celebration in Nuir Marmot. The caravan from Nexus had arrived that morning, its merchant prince bringing exotic drinks to trade for the red wool. Bottles lay uncorked, Marukans, travelers and mercenaries alike embide. Silk sashes and jade obols trade hands while laughter and storytelling spar. The cry is barely heard, puzzled eyes before ears search the doors. As Marik hears a cry ring through the tavern, he feels his heartstrings pull. Hehatedwhen people wept, people should want to do good to their fellow man, not cause harm to others and when people cried out, it was almost always because someone else was bringing harm to them. He gives Senri and Slip a look and stands up from the crude table they had been sitting at and looks to see if he can tell who had made the cry.Spoiler: Cryed out like a wolf in the night! Hide Wits (4)+ Awareness (0): (4d10)[7][2][6][9](24) Sorry it's a short post, I promise as more becomes info available I'll have more to say "21, 22, 23, 24..."An obol lifted from earlier jumps up and down as the plucky dragon blood passes it from limb to limb. Slip was keeping it up pretty nicely all things considered. As it balances on her nose she glances at Marik."So what's da plan?"She bobs her head back sending the obol up and down catching it with a quick snap of her hand."I means dis is kind of a smorgasbord fer me an I'm gettin boad"Suddenly her ears prick up as the sound is heard."Or maybe I fink da fun found us!"Spoiler: wits + awareness Hide 7 dice + 1 if trouble is available., 3 motes personal spent to add possibly 4 dice 3 definitely. depends if specialty is viable. 10 dice here (10d10)[9][5][4][2][8][5][7][7][7][5](59) if specialty viable (2d10)[1][10](11) stunt if applicable (3d10)[7][6][4](17) Slips ears catch the ephemeral sound from outdoors, a woman's scream for sure she thinks to herself. Senri leaned back in her creaky chair as she watched Slip play with the newly-lifted obol. She didn't necessarily approve, but hey, the thief actually was richer than she was, so complaints were in order.Senri grabs her daiklave, which had been leaning against the table, somewhere in the second or two of silence between Slip's mention of trouble and Marik standing up."I think I heard something too. Should we take a look?'Spoiler: Rolls Hide Wits+Awareness (6d10)[4][4][8][10][6][1](33) The rest of the post is pending the number of successes I get. Syv barely managed to draw a breath before the tide washed over her. She cursed silently in her head, thinking that she definitely needs to pick up a water-breathing shape, and tried to swim upwards in the swirling current, desperate for air.Spoiler: Roll Hide Stamina 3 + Resistance 1. (4d10)[25] Whoops. It added them all up - what's the formatting for leaving them separate? AranaShe had enjoyed the stars before she fell asleep, remained her of nights out in camps standing guard - but that was someone else's job tonight - not that she had been caught of guard in a while now sleeping or not, a somewhat disconcerting thought in and of itself.The abrupt break in the silence roused her immediately - grabbing her backpack as she dashed out, stalling could be hazardous.She stopped to look at the scene, thoughts went through her mind: broken dam, enemy action, angry god etc.Ultimately she couldn't be sure but part of her trip to the area had been for potential strategic importance and history - she tried to recall any stories regarding sudden appearances of lakes before, particularly in the region. If this was a more widespread issue it was possible that her home in Ehloze was also at risk.Spoiler: Roll Hide Int+Lore(4d10)[5][5][8][5](23) Stunt (if applicable): (3d10)[5][10][9](24) Marik sees that his two companions seem to have figured out where the cry came from and says,"First we should at least go to where it is coming from and see what's going on. Then we can help whichever party is in need of help."He begins to walk towards where he thinks he heard the sound, although he realized Senri or Slip probably has a better idea of where its origin is. Nevertheless he continues to walk forward, determined to help end whatever suffering is taking place here. At the same time he is considering the incantations and rituals for a few sorceries that could work depending on what is the issue. If someone is being attacked... well Senri, Slip, and he would ensure the attacker would think twice before assaulting another human being. If someone had been injured, either by animal, disease, or just pure misfortune, he could help patch them up and help make them comfortable while they healed up. Syveris fights to breach the surface of the cold water, ever searching for signs of the child. Eyes blurred by water she comprehends her surroundings, where the Nemegun was narrow and shallow it is now wide and deep. Debris floats in the lake, hiding the location of other survivors.Arana looks down from on high, her mind searches for mention of a lake but comes up empty. The Nemegun only had one tail in the maps, cutting around the Odu Gobege, never depositing in front of it. AranaNothing immediately significant came to mind - not that this surprised her, her studies had not been focused on areas.She let out a sigh the important thing now was whether she should try to assist anyone caught in the water, if there was need to warn other areas with haste, if it was enemy action or if ultimately it was just one of those things to ignore.She focused on the scene before her. She let her eyes note if the water was still expanding, and her ears to listen for sounds of victims or enemies -now would be a good time to attack the town. If this was some invasion plot of the dead in the south she tried to pickup anything of smell - but that was a long shot to be sure. Still basic training - trust your senses, unless you have direct cause not too.Spoiler: Rolls Hide Assuming you are happy for me to roll for this - if not please disregard. Perception+Awareness:(6d10)[4][5][10][9][3][9](40) Possible Stunt: (3d10)[10][3][3](16) Slip is already making her way through, and occasionaly over and under the crowd, out to where its happening."Padron me, scuse me, Nice 'at! Down below biggie!" Her body flows and weaves amidst gaps and the cracks in the crowd.When she manages to breach the door she scrambles out and clambers up the signpost of the establsihment into a perch. Slip gazes out into the crowd to see where its coming from."Oi! Wut's 'appenin'?"Her keen eyes look for where the sound was coming from, much like an eagle as she scanned the crowd.Spoiler Hide Perception + Awareness + specialty 7 dice (7d10)[8][3][9][2][10][9][1](42) stunt if any (IN OOC) Finally reaching more shallow waters, Syv stands up coughing and spluttering, then takes a look around. She'd heard of the floods of the Nemegun river, but she didn't expect them to be so sudden at all. Is the River God upset?She recalls a young child that was washed away by the tide with her, but she can't see him now. Fearing the worst, she calls out loud for help, then frantically begins to search for the kid.Spoiler: Roll Hide Perception 4 + Awareness 3 (7d10)[8][4][7][6][3][6][3](37) Arana glares at the destruction below with eyes and ears, and first hears the young woman clinging to wooden frames. Soaked and bewildered she appears to be calling for another. The victims head bobs under the water, but quickly resurfaces, a beautiful girl perhaps and Arana feels her face warm.Amidst the calming, lapping waves the finely dressed lady frantically looks about. To no avail, wood and rug is all that her sight can find. The water weighs heavy on shoulders and legs, threatening to drag below. But the will of a Moonsilver Child can move mountains, and she broke the shifting barrier a second time.In the clamor of town the young Slip darted to view from on high. And what her glassy orbs gleaned amazed, the Nemegun was not one but two. Splitting through the town the second tail tore through building and roads, creating holes where they should not be. The source of the wailing was clear to the young girl, a woman, most certainly a mother, lay on her knees before her eviscerated home. AranaTaking in the scene somewhat impassively she saw the victim - a woman clinging to wooden frames, and she stopped and did a second take - the figure was beautiful there was no question about that, but that didn't mean dangerous. Attractive water spirits seeking to drown people were not uncommon in stories after all.Still better to try to help - or kill as needed, than allow a potential innocent to drown or a capricious spirit to drown others.Fastening one of her javelins securely to her leg - in case the worst needed to occur or beasts were in the water, she left her bag at the edge of the new found lake and moved to save the drowning person. If anyone stole her bag she would be fairly annoyed - but the design meant getting to the bottom if it might be handy enough.Slowly at first to get used to the temperature she than dove in and swam under the waves to the figure - her eyes held open for danger and to see the trashing.Spoiler: Rolls Hide I assume this is is Dexterity + Athletics rather than Stamina + Resistance for endurance (temperature etc). The dice pool is one less if I am wrong. Dexterity + Athletics: (8d10)[2][2][10][1][5][2][1][8](31) Potential Stunt Dice: (3d10)[7][6][8](21) Marik watches as the river cuts through the town and cannot stand idly by while it occurs. Quickly drawing up the plans in his head, he rushes towards the mouth of this new tail and begins his work. To the surprise of any mortal watching, he works at surprisingly quick speed and with such eloquence others would later say it was as if a god of crafting himself was at the scene."I must do this, otherwise innocent people may die and I will NOT let that happen." he keeps saying as he works, repeating the phrase as if it was his own personal mantra, his statement to the world. As he works, it almost looks like the elements were created solely for this precise purpose.After some work, Marik stands up and washes his hands, confident that he had done a good job. Where he had toiled now stood a dam capable of holding back the torrent of water which had threatened the town.Spoiler: Wonder Powers Activate! Form of: Dam Hide activating Craftsman-Needs-No-Tools+Second Crafting Excellency+channeling Virtue (Compassion) -13m, 2wp (-7m,1wp from CNNT, -6m from Excellecy, -1wp from channeling virtue) 6/19 Personal Essence 7/9wp Crafting (Dex(2)+Craft(5)+Compassion (5)): (12d10)[7][10][1][7][10][8][1][1][8][7][9][5](74)+3sux Slip didn't even think. Darting with effortless grace she leaps from the pole and make a dash toward the new river, feet touching atop heads and shoulders as she made her speedy tracks. The water aspect moved and flowed toward the woman as the water crashed down."'ang on lady! your ouse' aint worf yer life! Grab on an lets get outta 'ere!"The water that is dragging things away becomes footing for her. She leaps down and grabs the lady springing back onto the now crashing water from a swell. Senri was barely behind Marik as he began to work. The moment he began moving debris to build the improvised dam, she began hauling larger pieces to put into place for him. Marik was an excellent craftsman and designing a dam on the fly probably wasn't too hard for him, but the manual labor required was a different story.Senri moved everything large that she could find. The remnants of pillars, smashed by the current, would serve as braces, while larger pieces, broken off from the sides of various residences, would be uses as part of the dam itself.Spoiler Hide Instead of Craft here, I suppose Senri's contribution is going to come from actual manual labor. I'll be rolling Strength + Athletics to determine how many successes Senri adds to the effort. I'll be adding 4 dice through First Strength Excellency and using one of my Solar Bond dice to assist Marik: (Strength + Athletics): (12d10)[9][3][8][9][7][1][8][8][1][3][9][7](73) Stunt Dice: (3d10)[2][8][3](13) Personal Essence: 15/19 Solar Bond Dice: 3/4 Having lost her flock along the way Delilah sees nowhere to go other than the yurt, she slowly wades through the pond frightful of who or what lies within. The sound that awakened her frightened her a great deal, but her curiosity got the best of her as usual and so she ventured on. To calm her nerves, she begins to sing an old Marukani rhyme her mentor had taught her, though she gets many of the words wrong, "brightest eyes on brightest skies the winds and rocks guide me tonight, never alone please guide me home to the place where the flocks do freely roam."Spoiler: Rolls Hide Intelligence+Lore:(3d10)[2][1][1](4) Charisma+Performance:(5d10)[7][6][3][8][7](31) Whispers ripple outward from the main street. The heroics of few becoming quick gossip, onlookers marveling at the spectacle that halted the rivers flow, and of those who snatched innocents from its aqueous grasp. Marik built it of little more than wood or dirt, summoning it to act at his divine command. The haste but sound construction held firm, truncating the branch of the normally docile Nemegun to a slow trickle. Senri knelt exhausted and panting while her mate accepted acknowledgements. As Slip reintroduced the saved woman to the townspeople the horns of Ura men blew once, then twice, and finally thrice.Far from town Syveris scrambled about, eventually hearing the rustling of another in the lake. A lean, muscled woman tossed aside debri as she swam. Her eyes looked up at Syveris, a quick smile appearing. A song sang just short by and caught both pairs of delicate ears.Of one thing Delilah was certain, she could not recall this particular lake. Her goats would relish a drink from the deep lake she contemplated, continuing her tune. And then with her most beautiful of eyes she spied a youngling. A little ugly it was, but wasn't everything thrown in the light of Luna's Daughter? As the townspeople begin to lay adoration and thanks upon Marik, he warmly smiles back at them and says,"Thank you for your kind words, all of you. But I only did what I thought was right, and I couldn't have done it alone either. Thank my friends as well, for they are even more worthy of your gratitude."As he says this, he looks upon the dam he just built and, finding it pleasing, goes to fetch Senri some water to quench the thirst she must have built up while moving the debris and earth while she helped him. When he returns, he looks at both Slip and Senri and says,"We did good today, I'm glad we were able to help these people."Marik then seeks out the woman who had lost her home and says,"Miss if you require a room to stay, you are more than welcome to take my room for the night, I am more comfortable sleeping outside anyway. Also if I can find the sufficient materials, I would be more than happy to rebuild your house. Although my work would never be able to compete with the sentimental worth of your original home of course, but nevertheless it would be my honor to restore your home." "Come here, don't worry!"Delilah calls out to the youngling as she slowly wades toward it. Once at the shore she finds herself drenched from the waters and looks for a dry and safe place to camp and start a fire. Staring upon the young animal, a sense of joy overtakes her that she may not be completely lonely for a while now. "You and I, we're not so different at all, just a couple wild animals lost in the wilderness. I'm just a lot prettier, but don't worry, you've got time to grow."She hangs her clothing up to dry a safe distance from the flames and peers into the sky, hoping to survey the clouds for an accurate evaluation of the coming weather. Her eyes then descend to the lake before her, seeking out any other stray younglings or better yet, someone to give her conversation.Spoiler: Rolls Hide Building a fire in a suitable spot: Intelligence+Survival(6d10) [1] [6] [2] [5] [9] [3] (26) Potential Stunt Dice: (3d10) [8] [7] [1] (16) Observing the skies to predict the weather: Perception+Survival(6d10) [5] [10] [6] [4] [6] [6] (37) Potential Stunt Dice: (3d10) [9] [1] [5] (15) Trying to spot other significant signs of life: Perception+Awareness(6d10) [10] [4] [2] [9] [5] [4] (34) Potential Stunt Dice: (3d10) [1] [5] [8] (14) AranaReaching the other person was some comfort - finding her way in the dart and with the waves from shore could easily have went poorly - swimming to the her."I'm getting you to shore - don't panic or struggle as you might drown us both. I won't allow that" her voice calm "hold onto the driftwood - it should make this easier", with that she unceremoniously took hold of the back collar of the other woman and began to do a one armed backstroke mostly kicking with her legs for direction, and regulating her breathing in the event that she needed to offer any words to her 'cargo'.Spoiler: Roll Hide I suspect that with the other person this is more resistance swimming: Stamina+Resistance: (7d10)[4][6][3][7][7][4][5](36) Stunts: (3d10)[3][9][3](15) Senri nods and accepts the water from Marik with a brief smile. After taking her drink, Senri stood back up, walking over and standing beside Marik, as he began speaking to the woman that Slip had just saved.Senri smiles at the gathered crowd for a moment, before turning back and looking at the improvised dam that the two of them had built. It wasn't much, but it would probably hold, simply by virtue of being made by Marik. Still, this bothered her.This wasn't really supposed to happen. She wasn't a native, but she was pretty sure that people wouldn't build a town in the same area where the Nemegun could flood. Even back in the West, in Senri's now-destroyed hometown, the only thing that would be near the coast were the docks for the various fishing and trading boats.There was definitely something fishy about this situation. She'd have to ask Marik about it, but she could do that when he was fixing the house. Syveris let the other woman come close and grab her, breathing deeply of the air. She had started to panic, but now she felt safer. By the time they were close to the shore, Syv tried to contribute to staying afloat, at least.Spoiler: Rolls Hide Strength + Athletics see OOC Spoiler: Assuming they make it to the shore Hide "Thank you," she said, crawling awkwardy on solid ground, legs still shaking, "but there was someone else with me in the water, a young..." Her words trailed off when she lifted her eyes to her saviour. The young woman in front of her might as well have been the most beautiful being in the whole Creation, because Syv felt herself flush with embarrassment, unable to tear her eyes off her. It's her, she thought, Luna's Light, it has to be her! Had she finally met the one she was destined to? AranaOnce the water was shallow enough to stand she let the other woman go unceremoniously and made her way to the shore with her back turned - if this was going to be an ambush she would expect her training to allow her to notice it, calling over her shoulder "you should be able to walk from here".Once fully on dry land she began to squeeze the water from her clothes, not a perfect solution but should be sufficient.She shrugged at the mention of someone else - "can't help who I can't find - only noticed you", her eyes met the other woman's and than noted the hair - silver. She didn't particularly like silver - it reminded her of losing the life she had and the rabbit woman. But that wasn't the fault of the woman in front of her."Suppose I should introduce myself: Arana - Former Chuzei of the First Field Force, Lookshy" she paused for a second "currently on extended authorised leave" it was a sore spot for her."So with that out of the way, who are you and what brought you here instead of inside Nuir Marmot?", it was a blunt question, which a hint of suspicion. Slip revels a bit in the attention. Recognition of Awesomeness was always a welcome thing for her."Yep a'hm exalted, yep, water, yep, uh huh, yep. "She very much enjoys not being chased. The booze was a nice perk too as people started buying her drinks. She never thought she'd have to turn some down to not pass out."Yousee! Fing bout bein Zalted is you jus start doin fings wifout finkin!"She explains in her drunken fashion to the even younger kids. No one seemed at all against giving the water aspect alcohol given what she was."Sum powerz come all naturullike! like me an walkin on water! ovvers you gotta learn!"She blinks as they ask questions about her more mundane things."yea Zalted still gotta work out, abs like dese don't just come wif it!" The girl rambles on and on and on. The distraught woman thanks the kind Marik with tearful eyes but refuses his first offer, explaining that she has family to live with. "The debt of gratitude i already owe you is burden enough, i insist on paying you in some manner for your skills". Her brow furrows as she thinks, "my father was a collector, surely he would thank you from Lethe for what you have done here this morning. He has many grave trinkets that were found in the hills of these lands. Perhaps one would be payment enough?"Word travels quickly on flat land, and soon the chatter swings from jubilation back to worry. Six more tails of the Nemegun have seen sighted by shepherds and Bortu scouts. Townspeople begin to disseminate, scuttling away to homes and kin. Only five brave (or drunk) souls remain in the streets. Three of them Exalted, one devastated by her loss, and last looking curiously on from the doors of the Nuir Marmot.Delilah locates two more survivors making their way out of the lake in tandem and what should become a a warm sunny day. The silly fools had swam to the other side, and the young child whimpered on and on. A speck of red caught the shepherds eye, no doubt one of her goats. It ambled awkwardly in the morning glow, picking at this and that, inspecting nails in the washed up wood. Marik smiles at the woman,"If it would not trouble you so, I would be more than happy to accept one of the trinkets your late father found. It seems I may have to deal with the other tails of the river, but I promise soon I will return and rebuild your house." Marik then turns to Slip and says,"Aren't you a tad young to be drinking, my friend?"grinning slightly as he said it but he then turns to Senri, and the smile on his face vanishes as he whispers,"I don't think this was a natural flood, do you?" Snapping out of her reverie, Syv started to squeez herself dry too, wondering what that "extended authorised leave" meant. If she really was her Solar Mate, it made sense she would have been driven away from the Legion. She desperately needed to find out if her instinct was right."Oh, yes. Excuse my manners; I am Syveris, but people around here also know me as the White Fox,"Syv said, stepping out of the water."What I do is... complicated. I'm an explorer and student of the old times. This area is filled with ruins from the First Age. I was making my way back to the town, but the sunset caught me still in the wilderness. The Bajas family was kind enough to offer me shelter for the night."She turned around again, looking at the lake."So much destruction. I'm sad I couldn't repay their kindness; had I not been surprised by the flood I might have helped them get out of the current."She finally looked back at Arana with a smile."I am in your debt, Arana of Lookshy. Is there any way I can help?" AranaShe looked over the lake "nothing that can be done for them now - they either survived are didn't".Well the story was reasonable enough - battles had occurred here, but that left a few primary locations for Syveris to be based."So Syveris known as White Fox, you didn't tell me where you are from" ruin exploring was dangerous work - and this area might still have strategic merit. Where the woman's loyalties were mattered.She shrugged at the idea of a debt "don't worry about it - other than your location and loyalties if your aquired knowledge indicates anything about this lake formation that might be useful to".Looking around absently until she got her bearings "there is a fire up there - possible more survivors, and were I left my stuff - we can walk and talk". Syveris looked at the not so distant fire."Yes, we should go check the campfire. Maybe some of the Bajas made it,"she said, starting to walk around the lake's shore."I'm originally from the Blessed Island, but I've been away for long. My home is the road and my loyalty only lies to the truth; a real scholar wouldn't settle for anything less. I'm trying to put together a better picture of how this area looked like during the First Age. Too much knowledge about that time was lost to the zeal of pious men,"she said, barely managing to hide the contempt in her last words."Back to the matter at hand, the Nemegun river flooded the place. Didn't you hear the horn, signaling the incoming tide?"she stood silent for a moment, in thought,"This flooding doesn't seem a natural event though. It's been suspiciously sudden. There's a minor god overseeing the river, perhaps he is angry." Arana"Realm huh" it was non-committal.At the mention of the river "yea I meant more why - don't remember any map where the river had more than one tail or deposited like this. Yea if it is isolated to here it shouldn't be to much of a worry, but if it is some new attack by the Wyld and its Anathama, that is a problem", on that thought she focused herself to prepare in case it was the wyld attacking."Although if it was them I would have thought there warriors would have shown themselves by now" she muttered.Spoiler: Activations Hide Integrity Protecting Prana (activated) Willpower Remaining: 6 Personal Essence Remaining: 11 Senri shakes her head. "I've never seen anything like this before. I've lived through floods, but nothing like this. Not really familiar with how rivers here work, but it strikes me as wrong that the people here would build where the river might flood. Call it a guess, but I think we should try to find the god of the Nemegun River. He should have answers. But, I suppose, we should first be getting Slip somewhere safe before she does something dangerous." "Ah'm fine! would the ... four of ya shut up?"The young water aspect had downed about seven glasses and was stumbling less like a flowing river and more like a rapid."An what could ah pozzibly do wrong?" Ah'm zalted, ah'm awesome. da werlds jus spinnin a bit... we jus, we jus gotta find its god an tell it ta stop!"Nothing could be said against the girls confidence, that's for sure.Spoiler Hide i'll roll the first poison interval, roll and damage at once just to cover my basics. 6 dice for stam + resistance, 1 die for possible damage this hour. difficulty 2, (6d10)[6][2][8][8][5][10](39) damage if it happens. (1d10)[4](4) Syv cringed at the mention of the "Wyld Anathemas". Maybe she was wrong and Arana was just another mortal, or even worse, she could be a Solar and still think Lunars were monsters. Syv nervously pulled her hood tighter over her head, hoping the woman didn't notice her tatoos. She really, really didn't want this to turn into a fight."If the Fae are behind this, then we're in deep trouble. But somehow this doesn't look like the work of their kind, it's not dramatic enough; the Good Neighbours really like to put up a show. Do you think a Lunar could be responsible?" AranaShe shrugged at the question - "neither are really my area, met a few lesser fae doing merc work - protecting caravans and such, so the might be moving in the area. Killed one of them silver Anathama a while ago, along with a load of its spawn - but not before it killed and nearly killed people that mattered to me, and screwed up my life to boot" she muttered a curse at the the memory "never found out why it was there either".The words were out before she bothered to check herself - killing an anathama was something that drunks in pubs bragged about - not a serious claim for a mortal solider to be making, "or well part of killing one at least" she toned it down somewhat though it made her feel like a liar."But your probably right - just some god getting drunk, or angry or happy or whatever, of rain upstream bursting the banks, or something equally harmless", she shrugged "don't know much about gods, but at the least it might be able to clear up if this was enemy action against Nuir Marmot and the Marukan Alliance"."Anyway I have to go get my stuff, you want to make your way to the fire - I will get you and the others to the town after - in case of danger", it was a bit of a chore but possible worth it long term, she would need to find where the gods house was anyway and a scholar might help. Syv nodded to her companion before parting ways and heading towards the campfire.This woman is dangerous,she thought. She clearly was hostile to Luna's children, and claimed to have killed one. The most rational part of her mind told her to leave as quick as possible, take up another shape; she could track her down again later. But a powerful voice inside her told Syv that she couldn't risk losing her. Her insticts told her she was the one, and it was her sacred duty before the Gods to stand at her side.She walked closer to the fire, trying to spot whoever lit it up."Hello? Is someone there? I was at the yurt when the tide hit, I mean no harm,"Syveris said, stepping into the light. Marik nods in agreement with Senri, and as Slips swoons motions for her to pick up Slip. He then turns back to the woman and says,"Forgive my sister's loudness, she can be quite unruly sometimes. Anyway, do you know where the god of this river resides? Perhaps if I go to him in person he would be willing to stem the flooding of the river." The crackling of the fire has entranced Delilah, captivating her so much that no sound is heard other than the caring voice of a graceful and radiant woman. This startles her and causes her to spring up and run for her hooded coat."Greetings!" Delilah murmurs as she nervously dons the soaking wool coat to hide her ruby goat horns. "I didn't hear you coming, no matter though, come warm yourself at the fire.""I haven't spoken with anyone for some time and only just arrived, what happened here? Is that your yurt?"Remembering to compose herself better she holds her mouth shut and straightens her back to show some form of elegance. A moment later she reveals, "I am Delilah! I should've gotten to that first, who might you be?" Catching the fire reflecting on moonsilver, Syveris smiled and walked closer, then lowered her hood showing her own tatooed skin."Greetings. I didn't expect to meet a fellow child of Luna. I am Syveris, the White Fox, of the No Moon Caste. You'd better take up another form, however. A woman just saved me from the waters, I think she doesn't know what I am, but I gathered she's not exactly friendly to the Silver Exalted."Syv then sat down next to the campfire, glad to be able to warm herself a bit."That yurt wasn't mine, its owners were kind enough to offer me shelter for the night. Then the flood came, and this woman called Arana saved me from drowning. We must be careful; I have a hunch she's a Solar. I'd like to avoid a fight if at all possible"She looked at the young, wet sheep that was Delilah's companion and asked,"Is the sheep yours? Are you a sheperd?"Spoiler: Roll Hide Perception + Awareness to spot Delilah's Tell (7d10)[3][4][3][5][7][10][4](36) stunt roll (3d10)[6][2][5](13) Delilah smiled as she peered over to the young goat, "Yes I am! And this one is one of many, I suppose I've lost most of them."She then quickly darted behind a twisting tree and began donning her purple gown. From behind, she called out, "Some of the people around here worship me as a god called The Ruby Goat, but I'm really a Changing Moon Caste Lunar, I do enjoy the title though."Now fully dressed, Delilah walked out still in wonderment of the White Fox.Spoiler: thoughts Hide She began to see this thoughtful woman as a potential role model, someone to show her into womanhood and guide her path, she thought to herself, "This lady is very wise, I should do my best to learn everything I can from her." The young maiden spoke softly then saying, "I'm not much of a fighter, more of a lover and admirer of nature. I'd rather not go to battle against anyone either. I am surprised though, I had always thought that it was the duty of a Moon Child to serve the Solar Exalted, why would she be unfriendly with our kind?" "It is our duty to serve the Solars, yes, but much time has passed since the First Age and many have forgotten their duties... or just the truth about the past. I'm afraid this woman is a young Exalt, someone who still didn't get over the cloud of superstitious lies that surround our kin. She said she and her allies were attacked by a Lunar in the past, and she had to kill the 'Silver Anathema' as she put it. I'm not sure if this is the truth, nor whether that particular Lunar deserved to die, but this is a sure testament to this woman's skill."Syveris fell silent for a moment."I suggest we talk to her when she joins us. I doubt she would try and take on both of us at the same time, and that might give us the opportunity to talk some sense in her." The woman responded with distaste, "that wortthless god lives in our trees, which only take root on his banks. You'll need an offering though, he won't open his sanctum doors otherwise. Birds chirped in the morning air as the sun continued to rise, painting a comforting light on the last four in the dir....muddy road.Far in the hills the two chosen of Luna covered before being interrupted by the playful goat. The young buck nipped at their clothes for attention, bleating if not provided a response. "Sounds good to me! I hope she's not scary."Delilah anxiously grinned uneasily at the thought of having to brawl with a Solar. Diplomacy sounded like an exceptional alternative to fighting.Her goat companion could no longer be ignored as it nibbled upon her coat, "Hey buddy!" she exclaimed as she lightly caressed its coarse fur. "This is Syveris, our new friend. Shall we dance for her? Of course we will!"She took the front paws of the goat and carelessly frolicked around a little to put it at ease, or startle it. Afterwards she collapsed back to her seat on a thick patch of grass saying, "I should like to know more about this 'truth about the past' that you speak of, when you have the time and interest in teaching. For now we should stick together I think. We could get ourselves a meal in Dovuian when this Arana gets here, maybe she would be kinder is we gave her some food." AranaFinding her bag again she let out a smile, it was nice not to have make everything again.Choosing her regular buff jacket for protection she took care to ensure that her remaining weapons were easily accessible, strapping the slashing sword to the left foe slightly better access, the straight to her right, the second javelin met the first at her left and the hammer at her right.Rather than her usually unstrung bow she felt that it would serve a function to have it ready once she got back to the fire - stringing it gently she set it over her right shoulder.Spending a minute to tie up her hair so as to avoid her eyes and hopefully let it dry peacefully, she finally picked up her bag with the reinforced armour within it. Finally she felt mostly clothed again."Need a helmet and shield" she muttered to herself.Doing a quick check of accessibility she and finding everything suitable she moved back to the fire, and noticed the two woman - "just the two of you" eyeing the goat "dinner can wait", though she appreciated the idea it was not the time of place. Eyeing the one she had not met "Arana - Former Chuzei ... " trailing off as she nodded to Syveris "well she probably filled you". "Yes she did, for the most part." Delilah stood and squeezed the remainder of the water from her wool coat. "I'm Delilah.. a shepherd of goats, as you can probably assume."She focused in on the soldier in both fear and awe in knowing that she was a Solar. It would be foolish of her to bring such things up, so she stuck to the basics, "Whats the rush? Do you have a lot of business or something around here?" Senri shakes her head at Slip. It wasn't surprising, really, but it was equal parts annoying and equal parts funny. She steps beside Marik and whispers to him "I think we might want to keep her at the inn, or wait until she sobers up. If we want to deal with this quickly, then maybe that might be a problem."Senri steps away from Marik, and walks over to Slip and supports her by placing one arm over her shoulder."Slip, you're not fine. Come on, we need to move on. You with me?" "Hello Arana. Do you want to get moving already? Come dry yourself at least; it would also be a good time for a talk. I have a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you."That said, Syv steeled herself for confronting the woman, drawing on both her and her heartstone's power to better persuade Arana.Spoiler: activation Hide Irresistible Silver Spirit and 1st Charisma Excellency. I don't know if this will do anything good, but I still do it. I spend at least one mote from peripheral, so that Syv's caste mark becomes visible. I'll count the exact wp and essence paid tomorrow as I'm on a mobile now. Slip glances at Senri in a daze as Senri puts her arm around Marik. The girl moved so swiftly despite being right there moments before. Her name clearly wasn't just a cute nickname."No touchies!"She thrusts a finger at Senri, or possibly marik, or possibly an invisible person on senri's left before stumbling a bit backwards"Goesfer you an yer enTOo-oo-URage..."She sort of stumbles over belching out the last word in her sentence filling the fresh air momentarily with a very rummy scent.Spoiler Hide Slip uses Safety among enemies to avoid unwanted touching. 3m personal, 1wp DV thanks to being drunk is 6 + stunt rating As Marik suddenly appears in Slips place, he gently removes Senri's arm and says to both of them,"I think I have a plan for how to deal with this crisis, but I want you by my side in-case something goes wrong." He then turns to the woman and says,"Thank you for the information, my companions and I seem to have our work cut out for us, but I'll return to see those relics you mentioned once the danger has passed."He then leads Senri and Slip to the room they were staying in the inn. He then begins to draw a series of sigils and circles of a occult nature, and does this for about thirty minutes.He then sits in the center of the circle and says to Senri and Slip,"I'm about to summon an elemental to aid in stemming the flow of the river while we negotiate with the god of the river to find out what the problem is. If you two wouldn't mind, I'd like you to watch over me and intervene in case the elemental rejects my will and becomes hostile to us."He then closes his eyes and begins chanting in strange tongue and invoking a spirit of the earth to appear before him. He continues this process for four hours, reciting the incantations tirelessly while he shapes his essence to work his sorcery. As he does this he becomes encircled in multicolored orbs, each one shining with all the brightness of the Sun and a mark of a half-sun shining brightly on his forehead.Spoiler: Calling all spirits! Hide activating Summon Elemental -10m+-10m (-2 internal penalty to summoned elemental) 20/40 peripheral essence remaining) Battle of wills dice now, will RP when it is summoned though (Willpower+Essence): (11d10)[4][3][10][9][9][2][7][4][1][3][3](55) AranaShe had been intending to set fire to some arrows to shoot over the lake and illuminate any people still out there, but in as the light was getting better with the day it was unneeded.She took in the new comer - she had never been one to focus on appearances if she could avoid it, but it was true that everyone did to an extent. From a practical perspective Marukan had some people that would be quite comfortable lounging as nobles in other parts of creation. If the fae were present both Delilah and Syveris would be ideal for there fantasies, if she understood the stories correctly."Well met Delilah - it is a fine job" she shrugged looking between both the others "if this is an enemy you would be safer in the town, I can then look into what occurred. But not forcing you either way" she finished.It was than that she noticed the silver around Syveris and the mark on her forehead, her hand dropped to the outer javelin instinctively considering how the fight might play out, noting the stance of the woman, her movements - with there odd appeal, and finally her words.If this was about lulling her to accept parley and treasonous acts, the opponent would find her immovable - but she had not done so yet, nor had she attacked "than talk". "There's no need for weapons, I don't mean you any harm. Quite the opposite, in fact; if you let me explain you'll find I might be the most trusty of your allies. You're right in saying that, if an enemy is in motion, we'd be better off in town, but this is a talk I'd rather have with you here, where we have more privacy, before anything else shows up."Syveris stood up and walked closer to the other woman. All that was rational in her screamed that she shouldn't be doing it, that it was a terribly dangerous gamble, and yet a deep part of her soul knew that she was right and Arana was, indeed, her long lost Mate. Even if she was, she had no reason to think Arana was a worthy person, but she just couldn't help herself. She had never felt more in awe and attracted to someone in her whole life."Arana, if my instincts are correct, you are a Solar Exalted and I am your Lunar Mate. I have been chosen as your attendant, counselor, and friend by Luna herself, and we have sought each other out in every one of our incarnations since the moment the Gods created us."Syv's voice was broken by a strange surge of emotions, and her usually controlled composture was slightly off. She realized in fear that she wasn't completely in control of her feelings, so she straightened up, but kept looking at Arana in expectation, praying to Luna she was right and she didn't just make a fool of herself. AranaShe listened to the woman as she spoke - throwing a glance to Delilah, the two were likely allies for the anathema to be so open in front of her. If a fight occurred she would have to take it very seriously.She narrowed her eyes at the mention of her Solar nature - the woman seemed passionate and that she actually believed what she was saying, but Arana was hardly an expert bluffing.But if it was an attack it was somewhat effective - she had never been in a relationship, the idea of godly defined relationships binding her to someone was for poets and the like, looking at the woman pouring out her heart to her was enough to confuse her.Taking her hand away from the weapon at her side she decided to handle this the same way she would have before this started if a random stranger had declared as such to her. Linking her index finger and thumb in a circle she slowly reached out to the Lunar's head as she leaned in - and flicked her in the head with the finger released from the thumb - not likely hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to be felt.Than leaned back again "what are you talking about!, Luna, gods, incarnations! Mate?" she huffed, "I don't know about any of that stuff" she moved to walk to town, but turned before she left "you are right about something though I am one of the Solar anathema - of the Forsaken, which if I have my stories right means that when you and yours ran to the hills, and the other lot of mine hid, mine actually fought and died abandoned by the rest of you" she paused to collect herself.Breathing softly "anathema are not illegal in Lookshy or the river province in general, providing they don't break the laws and cause a fuss - if you actually want to prove that you are trustworthy you can join me for now and help find the cause of this flooding. Trust is earned by actions not words - and certainly not because some god thought it should be a certain way"."Turning to the road - so come are don't, I need to find this river god - if you can help great" she began walking. OK, I did make a fool of myself after all,thought Syveris, a little disappointed, but she then regained her composture."Well, you might not know about the ways of the Celestial Exalted now, but you'll need to learn. Unfortunately, too much precious knowledge has been lost to the past. I spent years digging though old texts and ruins, and despite how much I learned there are still too many unanswered questions. I don't expect you to trust me right ahead, I wouldn't if our places were swapped. I'll gladly follow you in this endeavor; not only because you're my Mate but because you saved my life. I'll provide what assistance I can and, in the meantime, I can teach you some of the lore of the First age and hopefully prove myself worthy. Only, could you please stop calling us 'Anathema'? It is a word full with hate, created by superstitious people, and it doesn't give justice to the Celestials. We might have all failed in the past, but we can yet recover."She then followed Arana towards the road, thinking about the matter of the river god.Spoiler: Roll Hide To see if Syv knows where to find the god and the offering needed. Intelligence + Occult (9d10)[4][5][2][8][3][9][1][3][5](40) "Delilah, what can you tell me about the river god?"Syveris then asked. AranaThere was that word again 'mate' she wasn't sure about it at all, thinking back to crushes she had - there weren't many, Karal Lef was a good man but he was her superior the relationship had been one of respect and friendness for the most part, back when she joined the legion for training initially she had an instructor that she had liked but they were married and she was just a kid. There were people that had an interest in her - but rarely reciprocated with anything more than friendship.People tended to find people that were equal to them - and she was somewhat elite to most of the mortal soldiers, and clearly inferior to the Dragon Blooded officers, leaving her in an odd place.The last thing she expected in life was for some Ogre to proclaim her its mate - and she certainly wouldn't have pictured it as a attractive realm born woman."Hmm ... " she muttered "I would be interested in hearing about the Shogunate if you know anything about it sometime" everyone in Lookshy knew that the end of the Shogunate was the worst catastrophe the creation had faced, it was still being felt.Shrugging "it's just a word - on the realm it might be something truly terrible with your immaculate faith, here where people are free - it is more about a reference to a powerful likely troublemaker. Which is what both of us likely are", she turned and caught the woman's eyes - than looked away - "but I can make some attempt I suppose at least in private", if the woman was innocent she could offer courtesy to avoid words that upset her - within reason. Spoiler: thoughts Hide "That went.. better than expected, I sure thought she was gonna kill us for a second there. That White Fox knows a lot and she sure thinks that Arana is her Mate, maybe she can help me learn more about mine. One way or another I think I've found a friend in her and I'm not letting that pass me by!" "Hey guys! Wait up!" Delilah shrieked while nearly tripping herself as she quickly stumbled onto the road following Syveris."I grew up around here and last time I was here people seemed to like me a lot, I think I can help you. I won't burden you I swear!"She thought for a moment about the question. Digging back into her memory to find anything at all about this River God.Spoiler: rolls Hide To recall a river god around here and anything about him/her Intelligence+Lore (3d10)[2][4][8](14) Potential Stunt Dice (3d10)[10][7][2](19) Earthly materials swirled and flowed, rising high in the room and beginning to take shape over the wooden floor. Marik continued his incantations, staring into the muddy mass as shiny jeweled eyes came to the surface. Candlelight flickered off the faces of the astonished onlookers. "Your request?" It garbled through its hidden orifice. The spirit's presence coincided with several sharp knocks on the room door.As the travelers began to pick up their feet once more Syveris thought back to the texts that piqued her curiosity of this odd land. The mighty Nemegun ran as a simple river through Ancient Dovuian, ruled by the fierce Zalkhuur. The fair Delilah dredges up a different memory, one of villagers placing a cup filled with dark brown liquid in the knot of a massive old tree. Its roots gripped a hill shaped by the weaving u-shape of the Nemegun. His caste mark still shining, Marik looks at the elemental an says,"Greetings spirit, I have summoned you to have you temporarily dam up the tails of the river while I speak with the river's god. After I finish my talks with the god you are free to return to wherever you were previously, good spirit of the earth." Marik then, says to Slips and Senri,"If one of you wouldn't mind getting the door please." As the memory bounced back from a time before she was seen as the Ruby Goat, a solemn expression covered Delilah's face. She halted walking only for a spell and spoke loudly so that her two companions could hear her response, "There is a hill, along the river with a very very old tree grown into it. When I was a young girl I remember the people congregating atop it to present a strange brown fluid within a knot of the tree for the River God. I've never actually seen him, but I think they were trying to appease or interact with him in this way."Not wishing to fall behind she picked up the pace and disengaged from her solemn demeanor. With a delighted and devilish grin she asserted, "I can take you there, both of you, if you'd like. You may be able to find who your looking for and I may be able to prove that I can be useful to you, sound good?" AranaShe looked at the woman as she spoke, "suppose I should clarify first - are you also not mortal, right?" it was possible that the woman was some cultist of Syveris but she wanted to be sure.Seeing the smile on the woman's face, it would have been easy to smile back - it was somewhat infectious "yea taking us there would be good".She thought about what she was told, hill, along the river, and cup of brown - such a hill would be both a strategic point and an area of concern for if the god acted up or took offence at any battles and choose to interfere, it would have been appeased or confined by one side or the other first.She tried to remember anything she might know about the god in question - or the area.Spoiler: Roll Hide Intelligence+Lore: (4d10)[1][10][6][5](22) Stunt: (3d10)[2][3][7](12) "It might be only a word, but people kill for it. When I Exalted, my very brother drove me away from home and he would have killed me if he had the chance,"Syveris commented sadly,"my husband tried to kill me too. All because of misplaced superstition,"Syveris said, then took a look at the river."I guess we should go into town and find the proper offer to present the river god. And thank you for wanting to help, Delilah." "No problem! I don't meet others like myself often so when I do I like to assist them." Realizing then what she had said Delilah clasped her hands together and worriedly replied to the warrior, "I guess that answers your question Arana, I'm a Child of the Changing Moon. I don't really know much of anything about exalt history, just that I have a mate somewhere and that I have to serve Solars like yourself.."She directed her attention to Syveris hoping that she had her back. This solar, Arana intimidated her but she would still try to help her so long as another Lunar stood by her. Believing the two of them to be bonded gave her hope, for her heart was ever obsessed with her own mate, every beat gave for one purpose, to serve him or her."We'll find the brown juice somewhere in Dovuian I think and you two can stay at my ranch if you'd like. I'm sure its still there."Spoiler: rolls Hide Intelligence+Survival to remember more about the hills location and any landmarks along the way (6d10)[4][4][1][7][2][7](25) Potential Stunt Dice (3d10)[1][10][5](16) "The Nemegun has grown wild as Zalkhuur sits idle and the dragon's spines overflow with essence. It will take many passings of the sun to halt all of its courses by ones work. But very well young sorcerer, as you command“. And with that its mercurial body bended towards the window, snaking out into the cloudless sky before the next three knocks arrived.As the three journeyed closer to Dovuian proper Delilah had far more luck than the solider recalling details about her whereabouts. She spotted a wispy tree not far to their west, but no hill it was upon. No the tree she remembered could be seen for quite a distance and rested on Altan land. One of the more prestigious families the Altan brood had invested heavily in what they thought were magic brown beans. Slip opens up the door."Yeah waddaya wan?"The young dragon blood stands with a fist against her hip and slightly hunched as her head looks up. Arana"Hmpf, the fact that they attacked you is not due to the word, it is due to what you are. Using softer terms changes nothing - it just makes those terms harsher in the eyes of those that hate you" she was not in a sympathetic mood "also from what I have heard the superstition might be very well placed. There are stories of golden light imitating lunatics running around all over the place causing chaos, not to mention what your crowd have been doing over the years".Listening to Delilah "so if she is an Ogre, and you implied you are different I assume a trickster - you don't fit the stories of the frenzied?" Syveris might dislike the term Anathama but surely the more descriptive terms were not going to offend her."Well let me do you a favour - if you 'mate' is anything like me at all they will have no interest in you making yourself a slave to them and devoting your life to being ready to serve them and their friends" fixing the woman with an glare "learn some self respect" looking away "if someone else shows up to help you fine, if not that is good to".Thinking to her own service to the Legion "service is a good thing - to know your place is admirable, but service should always be to something worthy - not merely dreams and hopes" sighing "if I could - I would conscript you both to the legion for a few years - so you could learn what service to a worthy cause should be like" she muttered that last bit.She missed the focus that the legion could provide. Senri looked at Slip, and back at Marik, whose anima had started flaring.Oh gods. This can't end well,thought Senri, as she grabbed her daiklave from where it rested against the wall. She wasn't going to unsheathe it, but it was best to be safe. "Well.. maybe you're right, I shouldn't be serving something like a slave, after all there's people around here who worship me. You are wrong about one thing, I have self respect, I mean look at this" she spread her arms out and did a small twirl, "Kinda hard not to respect that figure." Forcing another one of her wide smiles, "I love myself, I just think that service will give me a greater purpose that's not so self centered."Spoiler: thoughts Hide Recalling the Altan family and their particular interest in magical brown beans Delilah reflected, "We'll have to go to them, they'll know lots more and will sell us some beans." Delilah failed to hear Arana's muttered words and finished her statements, "Now I'm curious" she crossed her arms rigidly and snapped back, "Just what worthy cause do you serve?" Across miles of field the travelers passed with neither man or animal in sight, besides that irritating ruby wooled goat that trailed behind. Silence preceded the sight, a cluster of short wooden buildings rearing up out of the rough land."Good morning" mumbled a short skinny boy wrapped in azure silk robes. "I am a servant of the mighty Prince Guntar, child of a sky god, he hails from the faraway Summer Mountains." The boys eyes catch the large weapon wielded by Senri and widen. Marik gets out of the position he had been previously sitting in for the last four hours, and stands to greet the boy. His anima still shimmering around him, he smiles at the boy and says,"Hello child, pay no attention to my companion's weapon; she means you no harm. Now would you mind telling me why we are receiving such a regal message? As well as what it entails." AranaSpoiler: Earlier To Account for the Child Hide Originally Posted by dancrilis Arana "Turning to the road - so come are don't, I need to find this river god - if you can help great" she began walking. Once she choose to leave the other two or allow them to follow her or not, she stooped to pick up the child nearby - there was no way she would trust it to unknown anathema. "I am taking this child to the town however" her tone indicated it might be immediately dangerous to argue the point. Holding the baby securely in her left arm it's head resting on her shoulder, she tried to move to allow it to sleep smoothly, shifting her body weight to accommodate. Spoiler: Roll Hide To carry the baby without causing it to awaken. Dexterity+Medicine: (6d10)[8][6][1][5][10][9](39) Stunt: (3d10)[5][7][1](13) She threw a glare at the woman's mention of worshippers, "I hope for your sake they are willing worshippers and that you provide as much as you take - otherwise someone might have to do something about your cult" whether that was herself, Lookshy or the Realm didn't matter to her much.Taking in the woman's figure - "your pretty enough, but narcissism is not self-respect - if you want to be less self centred start today, don't wait for some figure to show up so that you can be focused on them instead of yourself" throwing a wolfish grin at the woman "or should I make that an order? So you can learn about service", she did to an extent have to like the woman's attitude - but she was likely as much a victim of a pretty face as the next person, she would have to watch that when dealing with these two."As for me - I am in a grey area with home - but the Legion's goals are worthy, the protection of the river province, it's culture and people, and to allow some self determinism providing it does not interfere with the greater goals. It is way anat ..." she caught herself "people like us can be allowed to exist - to prove we are not actually monsters" shrugging "or to show our true colours as such".It was somewhat more idealist than the truth - no one in the Legion would have blinked at her killing the pair of them and claiming probably cause."But you want an end goal for my cause and service?, probably something like throw back the Wyld, force the dead into the underworld, regain what was lost to the contagion and reform the Shogunate" the fantasy of a child she knew, but a worthy aim none the less. "Potentially as Shogun myself" now she was being flippant - but it was likely the one way the legion would welcome her back with open arms. Slip looks at the kid reassuringly."Oi pay 'er no mind, she'n jus bein jumpy! She ain't gonna 'urt ya"She waves the young one in and springs over to one of the chairs and with a slightly pointlessly precarious posturing upon pointers, positions her posterior down into it."Oi, whut's so urgent?" Syveris smiled at how Arana managed not to say 'anathema' this time. Maybe she was rough on the edges, but she looked like a good person so far. She decided to drop the subject, and just walk on towards the town in the distance. Senri lowered her blade, and finally placed it back against the wall after some hesitation. She trusted Marik's judgment, and would respect that. Still, her blade was within arm's reach, just in case anything happened."That sounds awfully far from here. What message does your master send?" The boy gulps and continues "Prince Guntar has an offer he wishes to extend to the noble heroes of the town" he then stands and waits patiently for a response.Six feet and four hooves tread onto the abandoned dirt road at the entrance of town. Lights flicker from a large wooden building nearby, the animal at their heels bahs in excitement. Slip is already out the door at mention of an offer. Offers meant jobs, jobs meant fun, fun meant... enjoyment yeah that's it!"C'mon! whut're ya'll waitin for! Les go!"She waves back at the others and grabs the kids hand for him to lead on. AranaLooking at the baby she realised that she had not even bothered to check if it was owned by either of the other women, but shrugged it off - they could mention something if they wanted.The building would likely be the best bet for the brown juice - likely an inn, she and pushed the door to check if it was open. Marik thinks for a moment and then replies to the young messenger, choosing his words carefully,"While I am honored by the prince's invitation, I'm afraid I must refuse it at this juncture as I must meet with a god about a river."he then turns to Senri,"Although if you wish to accompany Slips to meet this prince you may, Kai and I can handle ourselves."He then turns back to the messenger,"So tell your master I must respectfully refuse this current offer, but once this crisis is settled I am more than happy to meet him."Spoiler: OOC Hide I'm planning on making coffee, what rolls do you want me to make to find the beans and then craft it? The blue dressed child bows politely to Marik, and quickly takes Slips on a merry adventure. Down the hallway they careen, her azure guide gushing out words. "The prince has travelled far to this harsh land where nothing grows. Are you from here? You don't look like the rest. Are you and your parents travellers as well?" Not to be outdone Slip keeps pace, the two hurtling down the creaky wooden stairs. Their speed found an enemy in the just opened door, sending both fast and steady bodies to the ground.Arana was a good soldier but their ambush was perfect. Her companions watched on as the Solar entered the Nuir Marmot and was immediately set upon by two child thugs. The awkward group collapsed in a pile, with curses thrown like daggers as each tried to rise. A boy and a girl, both defiant and brave in front of their larger adversary. Senri shakes her head. "You probably might want me to stick around to help you find the river god, anyways. Slip can handle herself in a fight, but you might want some help if anything happens," she says as she picks up her daiklave and slips its harness over her shoulders. "So, we need to find coffee, huh? I've never had any myself, but I suppose we could ask around, right?" "Thank you then Senri, and yes I do think we need to find some beans. If we find enough perhaps I can brew a cup for you as well."he says with a smile as they walk out of the room and begin their search throughout the town for some coffee beans fit for a god, nay, for beans fit for one of Luna's Chosen. Syveris had just walked inside the inn when a couple of children crashed right into Arana, resulting in a few curses being spat out."Hey, watch your steps!"she snapped, but as soon as her attention went back to the room, she went pale as a young man walked down into the room."Ma... Marik? Is that you?"Syv immediately assumed a defensive martial arts position, focusing on planning an escape route, expecting her nephew to call her out as Anathema right in the middle of Nuir Marmot."I warn you, I learned much since I left; if you're here to take me home..." Senri smiled to herself. Marik usually kept his promises, or at least meant to, so she'd be fine with not actually having any coffee. She finished slinging their provisions pack over her shoulder before following him down.Well, at least, that was before he was confronted by a woman with silver hair. Senri watched the woman cautiously, and moved her right hand to grasp the handle of her daiklave."Marik, do you know her?" asked Senri. Marik blanches for a moment in shock but quickly recovers,"Auntie... is that you? After my mother stopped talking about you I assumed you had died... you're alive?" he says, with a voice half happy but half skeptical.Still in shock, he quickly thinks of a thousand different reasons why she might have left home until he comes to what he thinks is the most likely reason, as he says, half in a whisper,"Which of the gods has decided to make you their champion?" Syv was dazzled. After everything that happened with her family, she expected to meet her relatives only for them to hunt her down. But apparently Marik didn't even know about her Exaltation, and might be willing to talk to her..."You mean you're not here to fight me? Good, I hate that. Let's... take it somewhere more private, shall we?" Marik nods,"Of course Auntie, by the way," he nods to Senri,"this is my companion Senri, Senri this is my Aunt Syveris. Now that introductions are complete, would you terribly mind talking with me while we walk Auntie? There currently is a...situation, that Senri and I were about to take care of and it is rather time sensitive." "A pleasure to meet you, Senri. If you're talking about the flood, I'm working on it too, together with Arana and Delilah, the two women travelling with me. This is my nephew Marik,"she then added, introducing him to her companions."We're looking for the right offering for the river god, some kind of brown liquid."she then looked straight at Marik, showing him her tatoos."You've always been the smart one in the family, Mar; I'm sure you know what these mean,"she said smiling. As Marik sees the tattoos he smiles,"Indeed I do, although I wonder what hardship you had to go through to acquire them. But a thousand blessings that the goddess decided to make you one of her champions. As for the brown liquid, I believe you mean coffee which I was planning on brewing to help speak with the god, although if we find enough beans I was going to make some for Senri too, although if fortune smiles upon us perhaps I can make enough for us all." he says with a smile, and then a devilish grin upon saying,"You'll find that I too have been blessed by a similar but more... heliacal patron if you understand me."Spoiler: Definition of heliacal (if you don't know) Hide Heliacal=pertaining to the Sun Senri lowers her hand from the hilt when Marik makes introductions, but keeps her hands folded across her chest. Marik apparently knew this woman, which was a good enough reason to trust her, but it wasn't really enough.At least, until she showed Marik her own silver tattoos. Senri's eyes raised at that, and she lifted her own sleeves to show a hint of her own spiraling moonsilver tattoos."We were actually just heading out to find some of the beans required for the brewing, but I suppose you could join us if that interested you. I'm sure Marik won't mind." Syv's brow arched at her nephew's remark, then she just burst into laughter - a strange thing indeed for the usually serious woman."Oh, poor, poor Wana. Both his sister and his son are now horrible monsters. I wonder what he did to deserve this punishment!"It took a moment for her to regain her composture, the situation was just too ironic."Anyway, my initiation was performed by a wise woman in the far southeast. She taught me much, and she also divined that if I found my Mate then both of us would achieve greatness. That's why I've been wandering for the last few years."She then looked over at Sinri with an appreciative stare."Thank you for the offer, and I think my companions will want to join too." Slip gets up and helps the kid up. She was fine, but kid probably wasn't as hardy."Ey lady! Watch it, you could 'urt the kid!"She dusts herself and the kid off."If I wasn't goin to meet a prince i'd 'ave thrashed you right good!"She takes the boy's hand.Spoiler: (Roll kept to show it had a chance dammit, someday third excellency... someday...) Hide No she totally was out of the way! 4 motes personal to reroll dexterity + dodge! +2 acrobatic dodges! Also a Wits + Awareness just to sense it coming. 8 dice (8d10)[5][2][4][7][2][10][4][6](40) Stunt if any (3d10)[2][1][4](7) Dodge (10d10)[7][10][3][6][1][7][8][5][1][3](51) Stunt if any (3d10)[7][2][8](17) Having been silent for some time after Arana had been so acutely disheartening Delilah forced herself to realize her manners,"Pleasure to meet the both of you, it's so good to see this humble town receiving visitors like yourselfves. I'm Delilah, a local shepherd." Quickly she fixed her slouching posture and looked up into the eyes of this man called Marik, "I can help show you all around the area at some time if you'd like."The unrefined dragon-blooded child then grasped her attention, "Who is this pretty wildflower?" AranaAs the children crashed into her she swore heavily and harshly, she had focused her skills on danger rather than the accidental clumsiness of others - still she had the training to fall correctly and protect her assumed charge, shifting her weight as she fell and moving her arm to maneuver the child safely.Standing in one swift motion she relied on her other skills to rely warn her of danger and plucked the child from her shoulder to examine it and make sure it was not rattled overly by the experience.Satisfied with the child's health she ignored the children and moved to the counter while listening to the conversation - three items struck her:The first was the woman the grand daiklave, a formidable enough weapon she had seen infrequently since leaving home, this was a woman worthy of note - to be eliminated quickly if it came to that.The mention of 'Auntie' from the man - she had heard that everyone from the blessed isle was inbreed but this seems to much - she actually snorted at the joke.The third and final brought her out of the humour and possible was the most worthy of note; when the man identified himself as one of the Solar Anathema - her eyes narrowed as she took him in, it was her first meeting with one of her kind, and other than knowing that this many anathema needed to be reported back home she was unsure what to make of the situation.At Syveris comment of joining forces - "assuming they weren't the cause, sure. Someone needs to watch and report on you lot - were they the cause that is a different manner" it was audible but still muttered, this many anathema near her home was worrying.She had no interest it trading barbs with children so simply ignored the girl - a wolf did not answer a lamb threats after all, it merely acted if it needed too. Slip sticks her tongue out at the woman as she passed by. She looks back to the kid with her and asks if he's OK. Hearing the other person ask about her she turns over and glances."Name's slip, darin rogue an Ezzalt of Water, an you are?"She gives a cheeky bow. Marik smiles, and then explains,"Ah yes this is my friend Slips, who I've become acquainted with from my journeys. And a hello to you Delilah, I'm happy to make your acquaintance."he turns to his aunt,"and who is this who Slips has tripped over?" "Tripped over me!"Slip corrects Marik matter of factly. AranaAs the child indicated her dragon blooded nature, she took her in closer - Karal Lef was also water, many people assumed that the aspects defined personality - she was personally dubious about that. But perhaps the child would grow into a more respectable citizen of the River Province.Returning her attention to her Solar contemporary "as Syveris mentioned I am Arana - as she skipped, Former Chuzei of the First Field Force, Lookshy - still in service to home", she took a breath "cards on the table if you are investigating what happened here to assist and ensure the stability of the River Province we can work together, if I find out you and yours are responsible you will be lucky to see trial", there was no point in them wondering about her suspicions when she could make them clear.Setting the baby gently on the counter and rang the bell, or hit the desk to get service - if no bell was available. At the sound of the bell a young attendant came to service Arana. "What can i get you?" she states quickly, looking blankly forward.As the two groups milled about the young boy tugged at Slip's sleeves. "My prince awaits our arrival over there" he gestures to a table at the side of the establishment. A lavishly garbed man sits with jewels adorning his body in rings, bracelets, and brooch. He glances over at the pair and his hypnotic emerald eyes lock with the young Princess of the Earth.Amid introductions Marik's sharp mind recalls several texts he browsed on this odd land. Few crops were grown here, he remembered it was little more than grass, shrubs, and fruitless trees. Coffee must be an imported trade, and from his other studies it often grew well in warm climates. There was mention in the book that the Altan family held great favor with the god Zalkhuur, perhaps they had the precious drink. Slip glances at the prince awaiting her. She glances back to the lunar who addressed her." 'old dat faught!"With a liquidlike motion she makes her way over to where the prince is seated and hops into the seat across from him."Da li'l sparrow 'ere tells me you 'ave a need of da Ezzalted! Name's Slip!"She flashes a big grin and holds out a hand. Her age clearly does not send up any red flags to herself as she addresses the man like any other."an' I kin say you came to da best!" Her other hand flips up a silver dinar and begins rolling it across her knuckles and fingers before flipping it to a server as they pass, a grin on her face as a fresh drink is brought before the Prince."What kin I do fer ya?"Confidence spews forth from the girl as she attempts to make a charming display, actually using her age as a sort of leverage to a good meeting. Most youths her age do not just saunter on up to adults like this. Such self esteem was probably a refreshing sight. IT could also be the worst way to get things going.Spoiler: MAKING FIRST IMPRESSIONS Hide Shes using charisma and presence and relying on her confident appearance to let this guy know he's picked the right girl. She makes a note to herself to see if she can't make some charms to do that better but for now a little raw charisma and talent with speaking go a ways. Charisma 2 Presence 4 any stunt so 6 + stunt in dice (6d10)[9][1][7][6][8][4](35) Stunt if any (3d10)[6][9][4](19) AranaLooking at the attendant "this baby - found in the aftermath of the flood", she pointed at it "do you know if it might have family remaining that will take it?" she asked."Further I would like a cup of coffee - and a mug of hot clean water, please" she finished. Marik smiles and notices the prince was not far away but in the same tavern as them, realizing perhaps they might as well speak with this traveller, the young Descending Sun walks over to the prince,"Hello my name is Marik, might I assume that you are the one who sent a messenger to my room?"he says with a dazzling smile. "That appears to be a child of the Bajas" as she plays with the simple jewelry around its neck. "Dirty mongrels that live near the hills, their kin will not be terribly missed. If you feel inclined to find a warm heart the Bortu will take in even dogs" she finishes slamming down a miniscule cup of coffee next to a pitcher of water.The dark skinned man grins at the fashionable entrance by the young Slip. "Ah finally one of my young heroes has sauntered forth" he pauses as Marik draws near, accepts his introduction and continues. "And the architect himself, such a noble honor to meet both of you....as my humble servant must have informed you i am Prince Guntar of the Summer Mountains. I journeyed throughout the Southeast, past the desolate Thorns to do business with this great town. I have brought with me a rare coffee bean, cultivated in the soils of the muddy jungle slopes on the highest peak. It will please your humble deity most certainly." "How auspicious, might I ask what you would ask in return for the beans? Perhaps a cup of the coffee yourself? Or do you have a higher price in mind Prince of the Summer Mountains?"Marik says inquisitively but politely. Slip holds up a hand now covered in the rings the man was wearing, that brief moment marik showed up was all she needed to pilfer them. Distractions were wondeful like that and her hands were quick as can be."Or maybe ya need somfin less, shall we say scruplus?? "She slips them off and drops them back into his hand with a grin. The girl had talent, there was no denying that.Spoiler Hide Lifted Treasure Beneath The Surface Method, 2 motes on the first larceny excellency + 2 motes on River Washed to Sea Practice 4 motes personal, induces a -4 internal penalty on attempt to spot her larceny attempt. 9 dice normal +4 excellency + any stunt (13d10)[8][6][1][7][3][7][3][6][8][3][4][8][7](71) stunt if any (3d10)[7][2][5](14) AranaShe looked at the woman and the child - twin instincts warred within her, if the child was of a criminal sort it may be better to abandon it, however it had caused her no issues to date so it was in a way an accepted responsibility of hers."Thank you I appreciate the input, if it is unwanted here - I may have it sent home for board and to be raised correctly" picking up the pitcher and sampling it to ensure it was clean enough she downed it, and collected the coffee and child, dropping some dinar bits on the counter to cover both the drinks and the information. She was surprised that it had been this simple to get the drink really.The temptation to pawn the child off on her 'mate' was present, but she didn't want to encourage the woman or act as if she was manipulating her possible delusions - who knew that her power had done to her mind."Right got coffee - can we go to see this god now" she looked at Delilah who seemed to know where this tree was. Senri, who had followed Marik to the Prince's table. She was almost immediately suspicious of the Prince, given his garb, and the sheer convenience of his offer. Suddenly, something clicked in Senri's head.There was a possibility that he was a raksha."Whether or not we accept your trade, Prince, hinges upon several factors. First, however, I'd like you to hold this for me," says Senri, taking out a cylindrical iron bar roughly the size of her index finger and rolling it across to the prince. Delilah awoke from a daydream of sorts just in time to hear Arana's question and prove her usefulness."Surely we can, I remember a few landmarks along the way and the tree sticks out, it shouldn't take too long."Looking around her at all these new faces she was quick to include them, after all first impressions are everything. "If any of you would like to see Zalkhuur, I do believe I know the way, you're all welcome to join me, I'll be waiting just outside."She then looked upon Prince Guntar with fearful and suspicious eyes, but only for a moment. After this, she gathered her rather embarrassed self and skipped out of the tavern to wait outside for those who might join her. "Delilah, Arana, wait a moment please. I'd like my nephew to come with us, I think we might have a better chance to strike a deal if we're together. And I want to know what this encounter is about."Syveris said, observing Marik as he talked with this Prince. Asking him to hold a bar of iron was definitely a clever idea."Maybe we can still learn something useful here." The handsome Guntar looks on astonished. "This little girl is quite sly" he says with a chuckle "she can keep her prize, for those gems grow on the very trees of my ancestral homeland" he finishes dismissively. "And it appears your beautiful friend has read my mind.....strong and smart" his bright eye winks at her "But back to the matter on hand" he shifts back to Marik "my people suffer greatly at the nightmarish hands of fairies" Guntar sighs "we have heard of these metals that repel the dreamwalkers, though i did not know if i would find them here. They have begun stalking my people at night, forcing them to travel in the dead of night to never return. I propose a change in ownership of beans and bars." Marik considers what the prince has asked and then replies,"So just to be clear, you want to exchange your beans for that singular metal bar Senri has? Or do you require us to wield the bar against the rahska who plague your homeland?" Senri looks at the Prince as if he'd just announced that he was really the Scarlet Empress. That is, a rather confused but nevertheless amused look."If it's iron you're looking for, you could probably try trading with the Guild or something. Or... if you're actually looking for help against the Fair Folk, then I actually do not mind helping out. You might have to wait until we settle this mess with the river god, but I suppose it's possible after that." AranaShe looked at both Lunar's as they spoke, happy to be leaving the presence of so many anathema initially and swiftly asked to stay with them - she sighed."Fine - if they can hurry up, I don't want to see more rivers acting up while we waste time chatting", looking at the man they were speaking to she noted he had not actually touched the bar rolled to him - but it wasn't her business.With that she stepped out to stand with Delilah, and take in the town's activities. "I wish only for your bars or iron trinkets, though i hope you possess more than this one" the dark skinned man handles the iron bar Senri rolled on the table. "I must return to my people a hero, not return with heroes" Guntar chuckles. "But it is not polite for me to hide my goods" he gestures towards one of his armed men who ambles over with a green silk bag.With hungry eyes Delilah's goat follows the trail of the green silk bag. As Guntar reveals his illustrious crop the animal nabs the bag, chewing relentlessly on the delicate material."Whose adorable creature is this?" the Prince questioned, petting the creature as it simultaneously eats and rubs up closer to the Southern man. "I apologize for the minor distraction, do you have interest in my offer?" Slip shrugs."well if'n ya change yer mind bout needing someone to 'elp ya let me know, but I don't carry round iron. " With a flourishing gesture she springs out of the chair.Dis guy would know bout yer iron though"She gestures to the craftsman by her side. A slight hint of disappointment can be heard in her voice, but their would always be more opportunities."Ah'll meetcha owside Marik, gonna get some fresh air!"And with that, the thief is gone, weaving through the lobby and out the door. As the door was opened by Slip, Delilah caught the Prince's question and promptly blurts through the door into the establishment, "The goat is mine, Delilah the shepherd girl! But it doesn't have a name, you should name it my dear prince!" Then she pulled her head back to the outdoors and began to fix her messy hair, pulling out twigs and dead leaves.She smirked at Slip as there was some form of entertainment in her that she hadn't seen before, "Hiyya there, you sure know how to handle yourself in front of royalty. I'm impressed."Then the shepherd girl turned to address the Solar from the Legion, she tried to be as direct and serious as possible, "I do hope you have the beans, or at least someone whose joining us does. The tree is most likely that way," she pointed into the distance. "I did wish to ask you a question though, is pleasing the river god really what we want?" Delilah began to gracefully pace about, "He has caused harm in this area and could very likely do it again if it pleased him. Now I am worshiped by a only a few, but I've never done them any wrong and don't ever intend to." She then stared deeply into Arana's eyes and said slyly, "I know you disagree with my following and that in truth, I'm not an authentic god like Zalkhuur but does that make him any greater? Is he really worth pleasing?" AranaWith the baby tucked into her shoulder and the coffee cup held in the ball of the same hand holding it there she looked at the other two and shrugged, "don't know the god caused this - could have been killed by someone causing his domain to run rampant, could have nothing to do with him and some sorceress beasties might be the cause, could be anything. Hopefully he will know - and if he caused it we can than worry about putting manners on him" she stated."Don't need beans - got the actual coffee cup" she tilted her hand to show "it will be cold when we get there but better than nothing" she paused to hold the woman's gaze, "as for your worship - I doubt you know the harm you might be causing even accidentally. Say a villager accidentally insults you and the others stone them - that might not be reported to you when you visit, if they have decided that shepherds are sacred others might be taking advantage of them by exploiting there faith in you. If an immaculate heard of it and was in the region your followers might be wiped out as tainted cultists", shrugging "the immaculates might have organised religion right - a place for behaving gods and behaving gods getting their due".Looking out over the village "the sooner we are dealt with this the better - and I still am not convinced that with all the odd people running around that there might be a cause closer to us".Looking at the girl that had gotten in her way "so from a humble mortal soldier to a prince of the earth - what is your take on this god and situation" while there was no sarcasm in her voice there was no respect that a dragon blood might normally expect. Slip was standing there with a finger in her nose while the soldier and the lunar were talking, when they turned to her she blinked and looked back at them."whut? eh... I don' typicly deal wif gods. an prince? nah lady i'm zalted, not royalty."She flicks some offending nasal particle to the side."jus a girl 'oo 'appens to be awesome, was awesome b'fore I got lucky and am awesome now. Thas it"She does a sort of deliberate long strided high leged first step before springing onto a wooden fence and balancing along it."Gonna say it, we ain't some super lightened wisers. Fact, lotsa zalted ain't no smarter'n any other folks." Marik considers the prince's proposal for a moment and then says,"Hmm I do believe I could help locate a cache of iron for which you could use to fight the fae invaders of your homeland, in fact once this crisis is resolved I would be more than happy to journey and help create some structures to repel such insidious presences from your homelands." he then looks at the bag,"and as for the coffee I do believe I can quickly brew a pot of it fit for princes, Exalts, and gods alike."As he prepares to begin his brewing of the grounds he first goes outside to grab Slips and he overhears Slips explaining the nature of Exalts and says,"She is right, as radiant as we are, we Exalt are merely the first among equals in Creations. We might have held a mandate to rule once, but now we are the people's guardians, their servitors. We are far to inflamed by emotions to make stable rulers, we may make the framework, but in the end it will be the mortals who rule over Creation. Through sorcery we can uplift all mortals and enable them to bring peace to existence."After his short little soliloquy, he looks at the young Water Aspect and says,"Slips if you will aide me inside for a moment please, I believe it is time to work. Mind flaring your anima when we go inside my friend?" Slip looks at her companion."Ain't flarin nothin inside, don' wanna take this place down, we kin do what you need 'ere."Slip might not be the most intelligent but she knows that her aura is dangerous to people and objects. Marik nods and says,"Sorry I was feeling rushed, yes we do work outside here."he quickly grabs a few mugs from the inside and then returns outside."If you would now please, Slips?" Slip nods and steps to a clearing."OI anyone 'oo doesn' wanna get 'urt by me needs ta step way!"when there is a space for her to do it, she lights up, its at first a few droplets swirling around before it it becomes a vortex. Swirling around her it makes her seem to be moving when she stands perfectly still as the light is bent through it. The sound of waves crash about as they pull and scatter minerals at her feet, the ground around her begins to carve away and for moments she is as a sea during a storm, then moments later it settles down, a violent rapid, still dangerous for a mortal, but for one such as Marik, a perfect forge for his project."s'all you now Marik! 'Ave at it!"she says confidently with a grin, hands in her pockets and elbows out to the sides.Spoiler: ANIMA FLARE GO! Hide Just doing a burn of peripheral for the sake of it, 16 motes to add to marik's coffee pot. after 5 ticks it dies down so marik can get to work safely. Motes come back so not worried. she's down to17 peripheral. Dunno how a stunt would work with this since i'm attempting a teamwork stunt with chaos. As his water aspected friend morphs into a whirling vortex of water, Marik begins grinding the beans he received from the prince with the force of his essence alone, tossing the beans into Slips as the finishes grinding each one. As the puts more and more beans into the vortex that is Slip, the water eventually takes on a brown, muddy color. Upon seeing the change in color, Marik begins to spin Slips even more quickly, using his essence to tell physics to sit and and shut up as he uses the particles of the ground beans to rub against one another and heat up the vortex. He then uses more of his essence to shape itself into milk which he lets stream into the vortex to mix with the coffee-water mix. Eventually the water is boiling hot and Marik uses the several mugs from the bar he grabbed and uses them to scoop up the now finished coffee as Slips returns to her human form, now soaked in coffee put otherwise unharmed."Coffee is served ladies and gents,"he says with a smile.Spoiler: Solbucks, now in a DB near you! Hide activating Craftsman Needs No Tools (-5m, 1wp) and Second Craft Excellency (x2, -4m) -9m,-1wp 11/40 peripheral essence and 6/9 wp Intelligence (5)+ Craft (5): (10d10)[9][8][8][5][10][7][5][8][1][3](64)+2 sux AranaShe sighed at the dragons lack of knowledge - but it wasn't unexpected. Looking at her 'peer' she gave a snort, "first amongst equals still implies first. And let me guess as there guardians you are here to help, and the best way you can help is with good advise. Or to put it another way, you are here to serve them and the best way you can is by making sure that they do what you say. I don't buy it" she finished as he moved off.Than she looked at the spectacular and her blood started to run hot but she waited for its conclusion - her voice spoke of barely contained cold rage "listen to me carefully" she fixed the other sun child with a glare that might have stopped a charging yeddim in its tracks "this town has been plagued by a water based catastrophe of unknown origin - and you have just had your idiot friend demonstrate significant water based power for no greater purpose than making coffee" twisting her hand to show the cup "something available within the establishment we were just in - and where water was available in abundance". Stepping up to him "if I find out that you caused this incident due to carelessness and lack of foresight - for no better purpose than to show off. I will kill you where you stand - no trail, no problems".It wasn't concious and there would be no obvious signs - other than perhaps a thickening of the air around her - but something about the woman seemed exceptionally dangerous at that moment, her eyes were piercing, her movements were exact, her voice was ice cold - casually holding the baby it appeared as if she had a death grip on it despite it breathing comfortably.Fairly imposing at normal times - she now appeared as of something from a nightmare.Spoiler: Anima Power Hide Arana has used her anima power to appear scary - without activating her anima. 5 personal motes. She has a fear aura (amongst other benefits that are likely less relevant here) - which can be ignored for 5 willpower points. "OI lady chill yourself out! woopdiedoo you got swords an stuff, an' you jus got done soloiliquizin bout us makin people serve, yet 'ere you go barkin like we broke yer rules. "Slip looks her square in the eyes."Yer nuffin but a bully wif a delushun of bein a perfec person. You aint, an you won't. None of us is! Not the Lookshy, not the realm, not you, not the lunars or the solars! So why don' you jus back off!"She takes marik's hand."Cmon Mar, sooner we take care of dis god sooner we can get away from dis place. It tracts too many stiff asses."Spoiler: Valor stuffs Hide Despite her limit being significantly less debilitating than a solars, slip cares too much about marik to actually get intoa fight. She shows she wont be bullied but draws it there so rolling valor and in the event of successes im going to have to spend a WP to suppress it. 3d10 (3d10)[4][5][8](17) As Marik watches the young woman, he notices an aura of fear surround her, and something in the back of his brain urges him that combat with this woman would be a mistake he would not make twice. After she finishes her rant, he lets her calm down for a moment before speaking and then matches her glare with a cold, emotionless one of his own. Most people would think he was frightened but Slips knew better by now, Marik was furious."It seems you are running on incomplete information, otherwise you would not make such outrageous claims, threats, and mandates upon my friend and I. First you are incorrect by what I meant when I said first among equals. I did not mean I or any other Chosen of the Incarnae would rule over the mortals as once was the case, I only meant that we have been the first to have been gifted with equality first but it will not remain that way. Through the teaching of sorcery soon all mortals will be able to perform the works I have today and have the power to make this age we live in a safer and more enlightened one than the previous one. That is what I meant when I said first among equals, we are only the first to achieve such power, but by my will it will not be so for long."He pauses for a moment, his demeanor still as icy as when he started,"Now for addressing your threat against myself and my companion, today when the river flooded we were in this very bar enjoying a rest from our travels. Once we heard of the devastation we immediately leapt to action and through Senri, Slip, and my own actions we saved this town from likely destruction. What perhaps did you do to aide this town in its time of peril? Where were you when this town needed you the most? Furthermore how you can talk of devastation and the loss of human life, Child of Dawn? I wonder how many men and women you have already killed in your lifetime, how many children you have orphaned in your wake. How can you boast to be a defender of the sanctity of life when you have ravaged so many of such a gift already? If you truly knew me you would know I have made sure to never take a life, even of my own enemies, for it is a barbaric and wicked act which simply allows the Yozi to jeer in laughter from their Malfean prison as we become the very beasts they saw us as. Furthermore, Sword of Heaven, I wasn't showing off as you so rashly believed. I was making coffee the likes Creation has rarely seen before in order to win the god's favor and bring peace back to this region, might I ask what you have been doing to ameliorate the current crisis?" After he finishes his speech he twirls around and takes his coffee with him into the tavern and gives a cup to his aunt, Senri, Slips, Delilah, and the prince while keeping the last two cups in his hands for when they go to greet the god. "Thanks Marik, it's been a while since I've enjoyed a nice and hot cup of coffee." She blushed and trotted over to Syveris's table. "Your nephew is strikingly personable, must run in the family." She sipped down a tad too much and burnt her tongue, "OOUCHH!" She screeched as the urge to spit out the coffee nearly overtook her. "I think that he has the right ideas for the town," she spoke with a cough.Taking her attention to her nosy goat friend she called out, "Here boy, come here! No more eating the prince's food!!" Marik returns to the inn with the perfect cup of coffee, receiving mmm's and aah's from its tasters. Prince Guntar continues to playfully pry the green sack away from the relentless goat. "Is this fine beast for sale?" he utters through chuckles. The onlookers eyes are drawn towards the fuzzy little guy, with his fine ruby coat and cute wagging tail. Delilah approaches the prince and bends over to pet her goat, "I would hate to part with one of my flock, but I have more, if you should desire this one or just his red wool simply say the word and its yours. For you he is free my Prince."She then stood up and gave a charming smile toward the prince, "I hope he hasn't bothered you much." "He is as delightful as his owner is beautiful i assure you" the Prince says with a smile. "But i can not take a gift for free, i will owe you fair Delilah, before i cross back over the hills i shall give you something worthy". The goat continues to happily gnaw on the former coffee bag as it is petted by the two. Syv, who had been so far content to just watch the scene unfolding while sipping her coffee, decided it was time to step up before Marik's and Arana's quarrel escalated further."Please, calm down you two; it is only natural for Arana to be suspicious of such a powerful display of magic by someone she has just met. She's a soldier, and as such it is her job to evaluate any situation in search for possible threats. I'm sure she doesn't mean any harm to you or your friends. Arana, I can give you my word that my nephew is a good person, and means no harm to anyone; in fact, I would be extremely disappointed if I had to find out he's been careless with his powers. He is, after all, a powerful sorcerer as he just proved us. If we could all put aside our only natural suspicions I'm sure we will all benefit from working together."She then turned to the prince,"Thank you, my Prince, for the chance you have given us. I'm sure the River God will appreciate your coffee. Now, everyone, if we're done I think it would be best to go visit the God as soon as possible, and learn the reason behind his ire." Slip waits outside the inn as the force of nature surrounding her dies down. She wasn't a fan of coffee but what the heck. Rather than be wasteful she downed the glass in a gulp then proceeded to people watch as the aura slowly became more stable and safe. AranaShe simply ignored the dragon blood - she trusted herself enough to be prepared for any sudden attack, and focused on what the stories said was the more serious threat.She listened to his explanation of his meaning, and sneered, he was naive - powerful likely - but naive nonetheless, and power with nativity was a dangerous combination.Still she held her tongue and let him finish, he also ultimately seemed delusional she realised - she had never spoken of the loss of human life, nor had she claimed to be a defender of it. the truth was she didn't really care about this town as an entity - her issue was with a meaningless display of power focused on water which could lead stories to spread through the region of water based attacks after a flood. Stories that could lead to problems for the region.She was a hairs breath from striking the delusional maniac down when Syveris spoke - turning to her "if I had meant them harm I would have done harm" it was a blunt statement. "But I will accept your word for now - I hope you know what that means, his and his friends actions are on you now - till you revoke your word".Returning her gaze to the man again "in answer too your question - scores by my own hand, far greater when commanding others. To answer your implication - I feel exactly no pity or remorse for any of them, they were my enemies and I was theirs" war and combat required finishing your enemy."Shall we go, I am eager to know what happened here - and if your brew is as good as you say and the god does not need to be broken, I hope the next mortal that needs his aid can brew as well - least he treat a lesser brew as an insult", she knew little of gods in truth, but they could be fickle in all the stories. Syveris stared firmly back at Arana before speaking."I know what I said, and I mean it. Marik, Arana saved my life and I'm in her debt. I trust you; don't make me regret what I said, OK?" Slip is leaned against a gradually wearing stone as Arana speaks her mind."Aint you just a bundle o sunshine?"She flicks some pebbles into the air and watches them turn to small dust clouds in her aura."An ezzalt eat your sweetroll or somefin?" Marik nods at his aunt as he hands her the cup of coffee he made for her,"I'll remain civil auntie, I wouldn't want to have to harm a fellow Chosen of the Sun. Now unless anyone disagrees, I believe I shall go give the last cup of coffee to the god, Arana you can have the last cup, I'm a not thirsty." Senri takes a sip of the coffee as Marik hands it to her. The flavor, especially the bitterness of the beans complemented by milk, wasn't something that she was used to back home. It was simpler things back home, and even tea was a rarity. She smiled at Marik, but that smile faded somewhat as she read the expression on his face.As Marik finishes talking to his aunt, Senri pulls him off to a corner, her own half-finished cup of coffee in one hand."Marik, is something bothering you?" asks Senri, soft enough so that the others might not hear. Marik's gaze softens and his shoulders seem to shift downwards a bit, but he smiles at Senri,"I'm mostly over it now Senri, but that Dawn seemed to view my actions with suspicion, seemed to believe death follows my actions no matter what. Now I'm not one to care too much what others think of me, but I hate when people think I would try to hurt innocent people, I want to help others, not crush them underfoot." he pauses for a moment,"oh and she threatened to kill Slips and I if she feels it necessary." Senri frowns and looks at Arana for a moment. "Hypocrite. I suppose she believes that she's perfect and that her cause is just and fair. Honestly, Marik, we don't need her opinion. Slip and I know better, and if she wants to attack you, you cab count on me. Now, I've not seen you drink any of the coffee. So, keep that smile on your face, don't let that soldier get to you, and try some of your coffee," says Senri, forcing the half-finished cup of coffee into Marik's hand with a smile. AranaHolding Syveris's gaze, she offered a nod "good" - she was glad the woman was not bothering talking about destiny and the like.Looking at Marik, "I have had my water - keep your coffee, I am content" her voice had neither warmth or coldness to it, she had made her position clear to the man, to her that matter was dealt with until he crossed a line. The band of six newly introduced heroes struck out across the land. With neither horse nor cart their journey was long, and many times did the sun and moon complete their own in the sky. But neither distance nor savage storm could keep the adventurers from their quarry. The warm soothing rays of the sun evaporated any hardships as they continued.With each peaceful slumber their minds drifted down stream, over hills and bubbling brooks. A long wooden bridge stretched to the horizon with a majestic rainbow stretching across that clear blue sky. Attached by rope to the foremost post is a goat who bahs for you to come forward. You acquiesce to its bestial request, struck by how cute and adorable the young animal is. Wool of ruby red, orbs like twinkling emeralds, the most friendly creature there ever was. It cuddles with you as you lay up against the post, passing once more through the dreamland to the waking world.As the sun began to creep down an orange glow melted into the green fields seen for leagues. Its silhouette graced the hill over yonder, a tall and welcoming sight to the travelers. As they neared its leafy boughs they could hear the gentle whistle of chimes in the chilling breeze. A loud buzz of snoring cuts through sweet sound as bright sky turns to shade. Slip is chatting with Marik and Senri."So I says to em, so... so I... ang on?..."Slip darted forward and perched herself upon a stump further ahead to help focus the sounds. Her personal paranoia was taking over and she glanced around An invisible wave of essence washed out from her as she felt around for what was causing the odd feeling.Spoiler: trying to locate the snoring Hide Perception 3 Awareness 3 Excellency 3, 3 motes spent 2 for 3 dice 1 for out of aspect. and of course any stunt. 9 dice (9d10)[5][8][4][10][7][6][10][9][5](64) stunt if any (3d10)[3][9][10](22) Marik looks at Slips with concern,"Something the matter Slips? Do you think something is wrong?"as he says this, he clutches onto the coffee he brought for the god, while he nudges Kai to awaken her incase a fight broke out and he needed the aide of his familiar. "Doesn't this place look a little too... perfect? Delilah, is this the home of the River God, or do I have to get suspicious?"After all, Syv thought, far too many Raksha realms look like perfect places... at first. Slip's dogged pursuit painted a stark contrast to the serene scene. The droning noise drawing the young dragon closer to the tree until her dainty ear was enveloped by the darkness of the small knotted portal in the bark. The annoyance trumpeted up from the seemingly fathomless black tunnel inside the massive tree. Slip turns back to the group and whistles em over. Senri took a deep breath as she followed Marik. Slip's senses were usually pretty spot on, and she had no real reason to distrust her. Plus, the snoring was something to be concerned about.As Senri moved slightly ahead of Marik, she moved one hand to the hilt of the blade on her back, and placed her left hand slightly before her, as if she were getting ready for a fight Slip throwing caution to the wind since she wasn't doing a theft job, replaces her ear with her mouth into the hole."OI! 'Ooe'er's in there wake up an c'mon out! You gots company!"The dragon backed up a bit to let whatever creature was in there have room to come out. She slips her hands in her pockets and waits for the response, her feet doing a rapid tapping dance as she had trouble standing still. Syv sighed and followed Marik and Slip to the tree."Slip, come on. This is no way to talk to a god. Now let us do the talking, OK?"she turned towards the entrance to the tree."Powerful River God, I, Nellens Syveris, the White Fox, Lunar of the No Moon Caste humbly ask for your attention. Pardon my companion's rudeness, and please accept the coffee we bring as a greeting gift." AranaEvery night and morning she trained - it wasn't necessary she had found that the movements were instinctive now it was merely a matter of focusing that instinct - but she liked the freedom of training, it set her mind at ease.The dreams were a different manner, they rattled her - something about them night on night seemed like a trap.Moving towards the snoring she froze and moved her hand to her ear to catch the sound, only to be preempted by the young Dragon Blood.She reminded at the back as the others approached - let those that knew of gods and coffee deal with this, she could step in if needed. Coffee scented wisps drift towards the tree as if drawn forward by a puppeteer. Over the nimble Slip's shoulders and down into the black abyss. A mere few seconds pass before the dreadful snoring ceases to extend out of the wooden chamber. In its stead the clanking of busy chains breaks any remaining peaceful tone. With noise increasing a small wooden platform rises into view, and upon it rested a jade fringed ceramic plate. Marik sighs at the god's impudence, treating him as if he were a simple delivery boy. But he bites his tongue, after all this meeting had to go well, many innocent peoples' lives depended on it potentially. Therefore for now what was a small slight compared to such a cost. With such thoughts in his mind, Marik places the coffee on the plate saying,"Please accept my humble offering oh great god of the river. All I ask in return is an audience with your sublime aqueous presence." Cup on board the transport promptly delves once more out of sight. A silent minute passes as the heroes stand around. A gentle "aaaahh" escapes the mysterious tree. The clanking resumes, this time offering a treat to the guests. A vibrant red liquid fills a simple glass decanter, a piece of parchment resting on its side. AranaShe was getting annoyed by the delay - they had travelled for days to talk to this god, find out if he was a problem and deal with him if he was - that was somewhat different than giving him a drink and being polite.And what had they gotten for the journey?A glass of red and a note - not the bloody audience, she wanted.Well she would be damned if she was going to settle for being fobbed off like this - regardless if whether it looked good or not, steeling her nerves."God" her voice stern "show yourself".The thought occurred to her if she could simply destroy his home to force him out - but she knew little of gods, her eyes flashing to the weak spots in the trunk.Spoiler: Roll Hide Temperance: (2d10)[10] Presence+Charisma:(6d10)[37] Unlikely but might as well try to get the god to come out. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Rolling again as the IC post was done poorly. Temperance: (2d10)[7][7](14) Presence+Charisma: (6d10)[10][7][6][1][6][4](34) Slip being somewhat more pragmatic takes the note and looks it over. Being that odds are not in her favor that she can read the deity's scrawlings she hands it over to Marik before sticking her head completely in the hole. No fear this one!"OYYYYY we traveled long to see ya! An' we ain't all assclown ezzalts! So far only one is! An' I know four of us are right friendly! The verdict is still out on one of the Lunars!"Her hand slaps the trunk a couple times to knock."So c'mon up! Lez talk! We jus wan e'eryone 'appy!"Spoiler: MAKIN MORE FRIENDS! Hide Charisma + Presence + Stunt 6 dice + any stunt (6d10)[2][3][3][1][8][9](26) 2 Stunt if applicable (3d10)[6][9][7](22) a possible 2 ( more likely not) Senri, who was standing slightly beside Marik, looks over to read the note that her bondmate was now holding. She also grabs his right forearm, and gives him a quick look."I don't think it's a good idea to drink that without knowing what it is, Marik." Marik nods to Senri,"I don't think the god bears any ill will, but it would be wise to at least read the parchment and see what it says. Still I came to speak with him not exchange gifts and be off like some messenger boy,"he says with a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice. However then he picks up the parchment and begins to read it. The women's shouts to reveal go unanswered, the scene becoming quiet again as Marik reads over the note while he eyes the gift that came with it.[A most gracious gift i have received. It has perked my dreary mood and granted a short audience with me. Drink the elixir to enter my world, to stop and smell the Rose.] After finishing his reading of the note, Marik reports to the rest of the party,"The note claims that to enter his sanctums, we must drink this elixir." Slip pulls her head out of the hole and shrugs."'ve tried worse fings"she tips Marik's hand and takes a swig from the bottle in it. If anything was gonna happen it wouldn't happen to her friend. The young scoundrel's skin blushed a deep red hue as the transformation began. The smallest hero got smaller, shrinking to an impossible mortal size. She stood just over the tall grass and could surely be held in cupped hands. Marik gently picks up his now quite small friend and places her in the palm of his and and examines her,"Are you ok Slips? Other than your smallness do you feel any differently?"he says with concern in his voice as he wracks his brain for any way this could have happened.Spoiler: Totally Not Alice in Wonderland Hide Per+Medicine to see if anything is wrong with Slips:(6d10)[2][6][9][9][7][3](36) INT+Occult to identify what the elxir is:(10d10)[1][7][9][4][2][8][1][10][8][6](56) 1 die stunt I believe:(1d10)[5](5) Slip looks around and grins a bit."NEAT! Also, Marik you need to clean your nails!"The girl seems awfully unperturbed by the situation."Guessin I need to get on dat fing."She points to the little elevator that brought up the beverage. Syveris felt a little better seeing that, after all, Slip was OK. The whole thing, however, smelled suspiciously like Raksha magic to her.She shrugged, and picked up the bottle. The game was on, it was too late to back out. And if something happened, she could always return to her base form through her shapeshifting. She too took a sip of the elixer. Marik can feel slip impatiently tapping her foot."ya jes gonna 'old me like imma toy or ya gonna put me on da lift fing?"Patience was not one of Slip's favored virtues. When she wanted to do something, come hell or high water she was going to do it. Marik smiles at the young girl and places her on the plate, he then looks at Senri and says courteously,"So do you want to take a sip first or shall I? Arana"Watch yourself child - my tolerance has limits" she growled at the young water aspect, the girls death would play less and less on her concious with ever word she spoke.Witnessing the potions affects she firmly decided not to try it - it was tactically a poor move in case of an ambush - in fact if that power was available she would need to ward against it in case of hostile action, that the others decided to proceed was something she would not oppose however."I will stay out here - and give you an hour or so to discuss with the God" her eyes finding Syveris "I will trust you to relay the message from within correctly - I want to know if he was responsible, if he can tell us what happened, and if he was not solely responsible who else was".Spoiler: Rolls and Powers Hide Activating Integrity Protecting Prana. Rolling Valour to ignore receive Slips perceived insult without seeking retribution. Valour: [rollv]3d10[rollv] Will spend a Willpower point to ignore the Valour check to act normally if needed. Slip just rolls her eyes at the dawn's complaints."we din't ask you to join us. so take that toxic personality of yours an scram. Marik Senri an I was jus fine wifout you!"She makes a dismissive waving gesture from her perch in the tree. Marik sighs when Arana makes yet another threat towards one of his friends and looks at Senri with a tired look in his eye,"Listen Arana, we get it. You are very threatening and have killed people. Ooooh scary. However we are at the least your peers and even if we were not are fellow human beings, so please desist with your threats towards my friends and myself." and then looks at Syveris and says,"Auntie please keep your friend in line, I would prefer if we could at least be civil in this matter. After we deal with the god you two are by no means required to accompany us on our journeys. I will be satisfied having spent even that much time with you," he says with a smile. AranaShe held the other Solar's eyes "I have been civil - I told you that if you were a murderer using flooding as your weapon I would kill you - you say that you didn't, and that is fine - I will take you at your word for now", folding her arms "but let us say that you lied - what would an appropriate response be? a firm talking to?"."Conversely you friend has insulted me at virtually every turn - and my only direct response has been to tell her that there are limits to my easygoing good natured acceptance of such. If she wishes to insult people that is something she can do - but she needs to me prepared to face the consequences. As must we all for are words and actions, right?" she quirked an eyebrow as she asked. Amid the squabble Syveris finds herself decidely unchanged. She notes the fragrant sweet taste, and catches her previously dull moonsilver tattoos shining brighter than before.Slip, small as can be, discovers a switch meant to activate the wooden plnk on chains. A pressure sensitive portion lies where the bottle started, her curious feet pressing it down lightly it jerks downwards a tad. Senri eyed Syveris, and raised her eyebrows at the sudden glow of the Lunar's tattoos. Not entirely surprising, really, but still, it meant that they had to watch out.But then again, there was this whole squabble going on. Senri sighed, and tightened her grip on Marik's forearm. "Marik, it isn't worth our time arguing with her. Let's just solve this whole mess and be on our way. I don't think I can accompany you and Slip in there, so I guess I'll just be waiting out here." Marik nods at the counsel of his mate,"Alright I'll be back as soon as possible."and then looks at the cordial,"well as they say, 'bottoms up.'"and then drinks some of the elixir. "YAAAAWWWN, gooooood mornin'! How long was I out?"Looking around to assess her surroundings Delilah saw Senri speaking with Marik in front of the great tree from her deepest of memories. The sight of the two delighted her, something about their connection gave the young maiden great hope."Best of luck to you Marik, just don't make him too angry or anything, a'right?" She sat upon the dirty ground and washed her hands in the soil, "Zalkhuur will not appreciate my presence within his abode, I will accompany Senri and Arana, we shall wait and pray for who passes into the river god's realm so that they might return to us polite and definitely not quarrelsome girls... won't we ladies?" AraraTilting her head over her shoulder she answered "not long, enough for the god to be fed his coffee and want to weaken a tactical advantage by splitting us up - and for the dragon to annoy me unjustly and its allies to rally around it without cause" pausing to consider "other than the bonds of loyalty which I suppose deserves some respect" she made a note to deal with them as one rather than separately if it came to a fight - treating a team as individuals was a mistake she would not fall to.Snorting at the remainder of the woman's words "hmm ... if the god can make them return as polite and not quarrelsome it would be something of a miracle I will grant - clearly deserving of a higher honour than it currently receives.". With the same changing of hue the young sorceror transformed as Slip had. As he shrinks down to a small size just as Slips did, Marik gently pokes Senri and whispers,"Senri, mind putting me up on the plate. It seems to be... a bit out of my reach." "Well, it looks like I can't follow the two of you. I'll be waiting here, then." Arana"Feels like a trap to me", turning to Syveris "assuming that you were here solving this by yourself - how would you get the god to come out and chat?". Senri nods and picks up Marik, setting him down on the wooden platform as gently as she can.Once she sets Marik down, she turns to look at Arana. "Instead of dealing with hypotheticals and what-ifs, why don't you go in and help Marik and Slip? Clearly neither Syveris, Delilah or I can enter, and one more person means a lot," says Senri.And then she crosses her arms. "And if you don't... Well, if Marik or Slip don't come out alive, I will hold you responsible. And let's just say that you don't want that."Spoiler Hide Spending a point of Willpower to suppress that Valor I rolled in OOC Slip steps out and balances on the edge of the hole in the tree."I fink we're tryin to talk wif the god, not fight em. 'Sides, I got Marik's back! No god's gonna mess wif him with ol' Slip 'round!"She really was not keen on the idea of hanging out with Arana."If yer worried, aint ya able to become a mouse or somefin? bird? anyfing?" Marik nods and thanks Senri for helping him get up on the platform. "If Arana is uncomfortable going down there that is ok, she may remain up here. I don't expect any trouble with the god and if there is any, I have ways of making sure you know and he regrets it."He says it in such a kind voice that it almost sounds wholly peaceful, as if he was discussing weather or a historic event from the First Age, rather than retaliating against a traitorous god. A swift breeze sweeps through the party, chimes sounding around. In the distance heavy grey clouds gather, Delilah blurts out about the savage storms of the frontier during her childhood. Slip getting impatient starts tapping her feet again, doing a bit of an in place jig that marik knows means shes about to enter regardless of who else comes in. "We'll wait here and guard your back then. Go ahead, and let's try to find out a reason behind this flood." Arana"Because hypothetical what if preparation saves lives in a potential conflict. That the assumption that the god is responsive and hostile - than the potion could expire at his wishes potentially squashing those who took it against the walls: resulting in a painful and messy death" she stated, "this could be done potentially without ever speaking or meeting with the victims eliminating potential risk to ones self - the way a good trap should", she was no expert on gods but she understood tactics well enough, and the scenario she indicated had happened to many overconfident forces in the history of warfare.To the implied threat "and I suppose that if I accompany them and they die you would consider me wholly blameless" she shrugged, she met the woman's eyes "you are not scared of me" it was a statement "and unlike your two companions that is not unjust confidence - or an inherent assumption of lack of conflict between individuals - on your part but a reasoned estimation of your chances" tilting her head slightly "I would concur with your assessment - your arms and armour are superior to mine and you carry your blade with no small amount of skill, were I to meet you head on I might well lose. Still I believe that the chances are well in my favour - as such while yes I do notwantyour ire, I am also not going to make special efforts to avoid it either - should you feel the need to test me you are welcome to. If you wish to spar in a pseudo-friendly fashion I can oblige - if you attack me without clear rules laid down I will move to end you - I would assume the reverse is also true".Returning her attention to Syveris "and ignoring the potential conflict discussion - it is tactically advantageous to have the potential enemy who might have moved to indiscriminately murder a number of people and flood a town out here at an even standing point with us rather than hidden away facing a smaller number in its home location. So again can you please tell me how to make that happen" - she made a note to potentially study some of the workings of gods, it was galling to have to ask for assistance a second time on the same topic. Marik nods when the others assent to the plan for Slips and him to descend to meet the god while the others remained here to guard the entrance. Just before he presses the button on the plate he looks at Senri and softly whispers,"If any trouble breaks out let me know, I couldn't bear the thought of not being able to help you."After he says his piece, he places his foot on the button and the platform beings to descend. Down and down they crawl, surely further than the height of the tree. A warm light flows up from far below, welcoming the two exalted. The platform shrieks to a halt as Marik and Slip get their first look at Zalkhuur's reclusive sanctum. Elegantly carved from root, filled to the brim with plush red pillows, the sweet smell of flower wafting from inner chambers.Amidst the soft downy hills a golden furred mouse bounds towards its equally small (or large, if you asked some) visitors. Landing in a tumble the creature takes a moment to compose itself, Marik spotting the Sun's mark emblazoned upon its back."Welcome heroes new, my isn't our comfortable home busy this blustery day. But enough with introductions and pleasantry" it babbles quickly "Zalkhuur awaits the bearer of the such peaceful and delicious gifts."Outside the warm comforts of the tree the weather turns worse. Lightning streaks spread across the western dome, flashing light on the darkened land. Curious eyes spot something not quite cloud far to the east back near town. A wide shadowed shape drifts up high, moving against the rest of the sky. Slip a bit giddy at whats going on leaps from her position over to the mouse."Awww ain't you jes tha most adorable guy!"Realizing shes talking to a magic mouse she composes herself a bit."An I mean dat as a compliment! Mice're cute!"She offers a hand and realizes its awkward but gives a big ol smile because hey, she's Slip. She's awesome and people like her!"Ah'm Slip, greatest fief in da world an Ezzalt of water! Dis is Marik, Thrice Adamant Marik! 'E's a right fine Solar! What's your name?" As Marik sees the mouse, he freezes for a brief moment,"Slips...," he says in a soft whisper,"That is a mouse of the Unconquered Sun, an emissary of his will..." Marik hadn't received even a hint of approval or even sentiment from the Unconquered Sun since his Exaltation, and now here was one of the most direct links to the Incarnae right in front of him. Marik gives a polite bow to both the mouse and god, and then returns his attention to the god. He quickly recomposes himself and says in a soft, kind voice to the god,"As Slips said, my name is the Thrice Adamant Marik, Twilight of the Sun. How has the day fared for both you Zalkhuur and mouse of the Most High? I hope it has been pleasant, although my friends and I come with ill tidings, as your river seems to be overflowing and have threatened the people of this region."Spoiler: Mice and Gods Hide Cha+Presence: (6d10)[7][10][5][9][2][10](43) 6 sux stunt: (3d10)[8][1][9](18) "'E kin be an emissary of the Sun an' still be cute Marik. S'not mutually exclusive!"Slip whispers with a cheeky smirk."Don't be mean!" The golden mouse beamed at the energy of the young girl. "Marcin, my new friend Slip" he gestured forth a paw. "The six of you are much nicer than the other lot that paid us a visit today". Further conversation was broken by the sight of the immensely tall and lanky diety that rose from his suitably gigantic chair, in a certainly expansive room. Mug in one hand, the god with long brown hair and dressed in heavy wool pajamas peered down at his latest guests."Little wakes me twice in a single day" the suprisingly quiet voice chuckles "but a fine drink you have brought me skilled Marik. As for my day, my smaller companion has already alluded to. Pleasant enough, as they should be in front of a god my rank, but thinly veiled intentions guided them to my realm. Soldiers with armor and weapons, they inquired about the raging waters. Their leader questioned where and from the Dragon poured forth." Slip looks to Marik."Guess it was a good fing we lef the fretten now get to know ya later lady outside den huh?"She looks back to her hosts."Referrin to the one I shouted down to you earlier, She'd 'ave come in wif a sword drawn an fretten ya instead of diplomatizin." Marik nods in agreement with his friend,"Yes indeed. If I might ask though, great god of the river, what has caused such a flood in your rivers? If anyone would know the catalyst behind such an event, it would be you given your obvious proclivity towards wisdom." AranaWith the two gone she turned her eyes to the sky - noting the shadow, she focused her eyes on it and tuning out distractions - was it a creature or perhaps smoke from the town. They were too far out to be of assistance, and baring incredible speed it was unlikely to be a bother to them - still she didn't like it.Spoiler: Roll Hide Perception + Awareness: (6d10)[9][4][1][6][4][2](26) "We've had enough blades near trees for one day" agreed the god, "my waters erupted forth from the falls far to the west, essence once dormant appears unchecked" he states as he stares off blankly. Zalkhuur's expression switches from complacency to exhiliration, his hands clench, then breathing a deep sigh he relaxes.Outside in the elements Arana's inquistive eyes search the eastern sky but find little more than cloud and birds, the shape once spotted appears no more. Slip tilts her head at the god."Well what do ya fink needs ta be done? "She glances over at Marik as well. He seemed to be smarter about things like this. AranaKeeping her eyes on where she thought she had seen the shape for a few seconds she than discounted it, it might have been nothing but a trick of the light. Marik thinks for a moment and then speaks up,"So you're saying that someone else engineered this flood and you were unable to stop it. Curious... any chance you got a feel for what kind of essence it was that caused this? Enlightened, Solar, Lunar, Terrestrials...?" Spoiler: OOC Hide Not sure if Marik would have any way of knowing bout Infernal, Abyssal, or Sidereal essence so I'll refrain from leaving them in "It is the energy of the land curious Solar, it seems to have come unfettered" the giant mumbles as he clenches his mahoghany fleshed fist. "I seem unable to ebb its flow, even awake and alert im afraid" he grows silent as he moves towards the back of the chamber turning his back to the shrunken heroes. "The Terrestrial and his soldiers intend to journey west to the falls". A loud clap of thunder rumbles and shakes even the depths of the great tree.The Dawn caste has her attention ripped back towards the approaching storm as a thunderbolt spears the parched land nearby. A deafening boom accompanies its arrival as the outsiders peer at the scorched brown earth screened by smoke. AranaShe cursed lightly under her breath, before beginning to sort her equipment - these items prominently metal were left safely to the side.Once happy that the javelins, and bow with some blunt arrows would have to be sufficient she choose a careful place for the babe - having taken its berries and water well on the trip without much complaint she was content to care for it for now.Items and child secure she moved towards where the lightning had struck, had something attracted it to that place over herself and her metal wearing companions. Slip looks up."Wazzit s'post ta rain today?" "Do you know how we might attempt to ebb the flow ourselves, oh great god of the river? While going to the source of it makes the most sense, if we don't know how to stop it we will accomplish little I'd think by visiting the site."says Marik politely to the god, ignoring the thunderous roar of an angry heavens. "I know that before this land was my domain and Lawgivers still ruled the Nemegun ran as far south as modern Thorns. During the Balor Crusade the river was consumedand great work was done in reviving it. A powerful demense had formed where the waterfall now stands, then spirits, not man linked it to the great Yahzee"he finished with disgust.As Zalkhuur dictates the mouse of golden fur whispers to the curious Slip "it's not suppose to rain the first day of the week, I don't think the sky has come on pleasant terms" glancing up nervously.Outside the gods sanctum the alert Arana positioned herself closer to the blasted earth. Through smoke came the shapes with no attempt at stealth. Stick figure men made of writhing lightning strided forward with elongated arms and legs. The spirits moved within twenty yards of the Solar as a clap of thunder resounded overhead. AranaGreatshe thought,and when facing spirits it is important to understand what you are up against, as there powers and abilities can be variedshe thought back to her lessons, not much help without knowing much about spirits in general.Facing them her hands ready but weapons not positioned to the enemy yet she choose to speak first - the same courtesy she had offered her fellow anathema "explain yourselves spirits - and I will hear you", she had not learned the old languages chances were they didn't even understand her.Her eyes focused on there movements and waited on them to commit to hostilities, this seemed to aggressive to end peacefully - trusting to her supernatural reflex to provide the edge to the enemies numbers, she suspected the her companions would not engage, and even if they did she was still unsure which side they would that.Spoiler: Rolls Hide Intelligence+Occult: (3d10)[7][8][8](23) Stunt if needed: (3d10)[6][6][2](14) Charisma+Presence: (6d10)[4][6][7][2][4][2](25) Stunt if needed: (3d10)[9][2][4](15) In the event of combat: Flashing Vengeance Draw (3m) Join Battle: (8d10)[3][4][1][2][7][3][8][9](37) +2 Auto from the charm. Stunt if needed: (3d10)[7][2][5](14) Marik things of the possibilities,"So if this group of Gaia's children came to visit you it would imply that they are not the culprits, unless they meant to silence you. So the most likely culprits are rival spirits? In that case perhaps Slips and I should return to our companions so we can go investigate the site ourselves and see if we can find out anything else." "Clearly it is one with great knowledge of essence to cause such a disruption" he remarks snidely. "That journey is far, even with your beast above, but you have more pressing matters on hand. Your friend will have her hands full, the Sky Warriors never travel in peace."The soldiers inquiry falls on deaf ears. The essence made creatures leap forth, but nothing rises faster than the Sun. AranaSeeing them approach she analysed the situation, her reflex combined with her training and powers were more than up for there initial attack, but she didn't want to force the issue yet or burn through her reserves.She was in the air, javelin was in her hand almost before she recognised she had moved or chosen it - landing directly in front of the first of the creatures her weapon came to it in an arc designed to disrupt its form - bisecting a man with a javelin was difficult but not impossible - and if they had less substance than mortals it might be easier.And once she had the measure of the first she could plan out her strategy better.Spoiler: Rolls and Powers Hide Activating Monkey Leap Technique (3 motes) Anima at 1 peripheral. Using the reflexive jump to get into combat range. Attack: (11d10)[2][9][4][1][4][5][3][2][8][4][5](47) (made unexpected due to Flashing Vengeance Draw) Stunt: (3d10)[3][10][1](14) Using Joint Wounding Attack - disrupting the spirits form (2 Motes): Anima at 3 peripheral Possible Base Damage after Soak(L): (5d10)[9][2][9][4][5](29) Possible Extra Damage from successes Soak: (10d10)[7][7][8][5][3][6][10][2][3][8](59)

Strange Tails [IC]

IC_ The Desolate Frontier

journey from Bleached Bone Harbor was harsh. It had been 250 miles to reach Daeset and from there another 200 to reach Raziel's Spite as the vast canyon had come to be known. It was approaching late afternoon when the caravan started it's gentle descent into the canyon.The caravan itself stretched for about a quarter mile and consisted of many wagons containing mostly lumber and provisions from Daeset that would be used to subsist and expand the mining town of Keld over the next few months. Some of the wagons making the return trip would be carrying a fortune in bar silver which would mostly be shipped back to the continent of Nuperon where smiths, crafters and minters would turn them into even more valuable commodities.Many travelers accompanied the caravan to Keld consisting mostly of humans and dwarves. Some were miners attracted by the promise of wealth. Others sought to travel to Keld to fulfill the various needs such a growing town yearned for. In particular were a group of rock gnome priests and acolytes who desired to found a church to Gilean within the town. A trio of elven wizards accompanied a cart carrying various crystals and glassware, believing their knowledge and magic could help better process the raw ore coming from the mines. Occasionally one might see a half-elf or two who were often attracted to distant lands, not being very welcome in their own.The travelers were weary from their long journey and still had far to go. The caravan was well provisioned with food and water so there was no concern for anyone keeling over but weeks under the hot desert sun had been taking it's toll. The wagon master made sure that everyone had been drinking plenty of water and those who became too weary from walking were immediately either placed on a horse or a wagon. Clearly experience had taught him not to tempt the elements by over-rationing and he lead the caravan like a well oiled machine.The road into Raziel's Spite wasn't terribly treacherous. This was largely due to the fact that the perimeter of the canyon had been well scouted in the past and the entrance had been carefully chosen. If the caravan had opted to shoot straight for Keld they would have found nothing but sheer cliffs awaiting them that dominated the northern portions of the canyon.Still the wagoners were smart enough to use caution and take their time. Any wagon falling on it's side would place the entire caravan in danger, not only from the fall but from the beasts of the desert that might decide to use the opportunity to grab an easy meal from an unmoving target such as a tethered horse or mule. The caravan was certainly protected; rangers and guardsmen scattered throughout. But it was better not to take any chances.The slow pace caused one wagon to start lagging behind, being overladen with lumber. A couple of the rangers stayed behind with the wagon as the others pushed on and called for volunteers to help protect it the rest of the way...Spoiler: Map of Eastern Geoshora Hide OOC Thread The trip has certainly been a difficult one for Relkin. While he is used to that harshness of traveling he certainly hasn't been used to being surrounded by people for so long. Having to travel on boat, his first time, to Bleached Bone Harbor and then being with this Caravan for so long has definitely took it's toll. He almost forgot what it was like to be around friendly people and unfortunately because of this he kept to himself for much of the trip.Upon hearing the call for some assistance he glances over from his wagon and hops off to head over to the commotion. He offers his assistance and walks with the guards to protect the wagon. Still reserved in making friends and now having an excuse to keep vigilant he looks on towards the desert, focusing on the trainings back at the monastery. He wonders to himself why he God would want him all the way out here. What is in store for him.. Valleron kept close to the rock gnomes most of the trip. Considering himself a bit of a scholar, he had recently developed interest in the teachings of Gilean. But there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. At this day, he felt the old priest was giving him too many long words and convoluted sentences, and Valleron needed some time to let the jumbled information settle in his mind. Hearing the call for volunteers, he bowed to the gnome.Hold that thought, Father. I'll go see what's wrong with that wagon.He strode to the slow-moving wagon, examining it closely. Maybe he can put his new-found knowledge of Gilean's doctrine to be of any use? The priest didn't say anything about weight distribution, did he? Fat good that religion does then. Strolling at his leasure with this dog near the rear of the caravan Gunthar notices he is suddenly overtaking one of the carts. He investigates what's pulling the cart to see whether he can provide them with some guidance. Illemir has been travelling by foot the majority of the journey and staying close to the caravan that holds his armour, pack and the 3 forest sprites that live within. During his time travelling with the caravan his usually porcelain complexion has gained a ruddy quality, whether it’s tan or stubborn dust he is unsure. In an attempt to mix better with the humans Illemir has begun to grow an admittedly patchy beard. Between his ruddy complexion, scraggly beard and weather worn armour he is beginning to look like the quintessential seasoned traveller.Hearing the call for volunteers Illemir immediately offers his assistance. He pauses for a moment in consideration before donning his chain armour. Believing it best to be protected in case of trouble as he can always remove it later if he finds himself too hot.He jogs his way up to the front of the caravan fixing the last buckle of his belt as he does so. “Hello there! What offer can I assi- Assistance can I offer?” He says to the group as he approaches, having only recently learnt the trade tongue on the road he still has some trouble with sentence structure. Spoiler: Illemer Hide The wagon master glanced back from atop his horse as the half-elf came up from behind offering his services. Chuckling, he merely motioned to the rear of the caravan where others were gathering near an overladen wagon. "I'm sure they'll appreciate the help. Back there." Skarun smiled, somewhat relieved that some of the common folk among the caravan were starting to gather after the word went out that help was needed. The majority of the rangers and guardsmen had to stay with the main caravan to make sure they didn't get overwhelmed in case some monstrous critter identified them as lunch. But two rangers alone were not enough to guard a single wagon. That was the whole purpose of moving in a large group."Ah, good, good!" The old grizzled old ranger wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke. "Can always count on you religious types to lend a hand when needed." Skarun gave a nod to Relkyn and Gunther. "Your help is much appreciated as well, sir," to Valleron."My name is Skarun. That over there is Smith." Glancing over to the other ranger who was walking slowly near the wagon, knocked bow in hand, keeping watch over the horizon. "As you can see this wagon is having a hard time getting down the path. It'll get there but the driver has to take it slow, especially around the turns. Otherwise the oxen pulling it won't be strong enough to stop it if it loses control and then we'll have a whole mess on our hands."What we need is some tough individuals like yourselves to help watch over it the rest of the way. The wagon master wants to get the bulk of the caravan into Keld within the next couple of days and it's probably going to take at least the rest of the day just to get this wagon down the path so we're going to be on our own and probably fall a day behind."Now I know you fellas are tired of being on the road. Hell we all are. But if you help us out here you will be doing us all a huge favor and you're sure to be well compensated once we reach town. So, what do you say?" How could Relkin say no to such a kind Ranger. Heck he didn't even need convincing, of course he would help!Sir no need for compensation. We are all in this together and and to arrive safelyRelkin gestures to the rest of the caravan.Of course I would help you. Point me where you need me. Valleron wasn't going to say no to compensation. Those gambling debts had no intention of paying themselves.More for me, if the monk doesn't want any.Well, my good man Skarun, you certainly chose the right person to watch over the wagon. Woe to anyone and anything that may attack us!With a swift motion, he draws both blades from their sheaths and performs a quick defense-riposte pattern before sheathing them back, smiling. Oski"If you offer fair pay, I'll take it any day." Oski popped up behind Illemir. He hadn't been terribly curious abouthelping out, but he'd been curious about the half-elf there, and so had followed him. Now, he felt that had been a good idea. He could sense the quasit clambering into the cart invisibly. Yeah, he'd have some good eyes out there."What you're saying is guard duty for this cart, right? I don't know about the others, but I can hold my own in a fight." Compensation for gaurding a bunch of logs? I guess trees must be really scarce where we are going. That certainly opens up new business opportunities... *casts guidance on one of the Oxes*Come on boy, dont make that other cow make you look bad. "Oh I see, my thanks!"Illemir says to the caravan master as he turns on heel and jogs back towards where the other group is congregating, grabbing his pack from the cart on his way.Managing to catch the back end of the Ranger's request Illemir once again offers his assistance."I will do what I can, the dangers of the wilds are not something to be taken lightly"He says, having practiced the sentence on the way over.Spoiler Hide Doh! Sorry misread the first post. Relkin smiles to himself at the sight of so many willing to jump up and help out these folks in need. He turns to the others and lets out a polite"Thank you."before heading over to his position on guard. "Great!" Skarun exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Now, what we're going to need is three of you with strong backs over by the side of the wagon to make sure it doesn't tip over as we go around the corners. The rest of you I'm going to need on lookout. Once we get into the canyon proper we can start moving at a normal pace again. Until then we're going to be a bit vulnerable so I'm going to need all of you on your toes."Okay, let's get going then."Spoiler Hide The three of you who decide to help the wagon will need to make strength checks and the other two will have to make perception checks. Valleron walks by the side of the wagon, cautiously eying the dangerous slope. In places where the path gets too narrow and one wheel hangs in the air, he puts a shoulder to the wagon, trying to shove it back to safety.Spoiler Hide Strength check (1d20+4)[6] It is pretty clear that Gunthar is not going for the more menial taskSpoiler Hide Perception check: (1d20+5)[13] Not one for his prowess in strength Relkin moves over to the other side and looks out into the vast Canyon and desert.Spoiler: Perception Hide Perception: (1d20+3)[8] My passive perception is 13. OskiThe half-elf somewhat helplessly gestures at himself. "You might want to consider how to make do with less strong backs, as strength is something this gathering─quite frankly─lacks," Oski points out. "I can't speak for all of us here, of course, since I hardly know any of you. When it comes to outstanding strong people, though, I really only see one or two. I assume, at least, we don't want the wagon to tumble down off the path." Skarun scowled at Oski. "We make do with what we have. And we have five volunteers here, one of which isn't doing anything!" Hearing the commotion from the other side of the cart Relkin heads back over. He realises that this poor half Elf has been left to work the cart."It's fine, Oski you seem more suited to look out anyways. I'll do my best to keep this cart up."with a smile he heads over to the poorly strengthen side and attempts to give it his best push!Spoiler: Strength Check Hide (1d20+2)[18] OskiExcellent! At least one of these people saw sense, though Oski briefly wondered how the man even knew his name. He didn't recall introducing himself...Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[14] Perception Illemir walks up beside Relkin, plants himself between the cart and the ledge and grips the side of the cart with both hands.With a wordless nod to Relkin he begins to push.Spoiler Hide Strength check- (1d20+3)[17] Perception- (1d20)[15] Gunther and Oski heard what sounded like pebbles clattering down the path in front of them. Looking up they saw an enormous hyena looking down at them from a rocky outcropping, quite interested in what they were doing."Look out!" Smith quickly knocked an arrow and fired it, not in the direction of the hyena but at a spot nearby. The arrow found it's hidden mark and a loud yelp could be heard from the other hyena's hiding place. The hyena quickly turned, apparently attempting to flee into the desert beyond the cliff wall which it was standing. Startled, the first hyena moved to follow after it.Distracted by the commotion, Relkin, Ilemir and Valleron almost allowed the wagon to tip at a critical juncture but with a sharp command from Skarun they caught themselves just in time and were able to stabilize the wagon before any logs could slip off. Hearing commands of warning from both of the rangers the driver pulled the wagon to a stop.Spoiler Hide The hyenas are apparently attempting to flee. Gunther and Oski have the opportunity to make a ranged attack against one or both of them if they have the means to do so. Everyone else is too busy keeping the wagon stable. Relkin pushes with three more or less strangers while two guys help to look out. Before long he hears some shouting coming from the other side and glances over to see what the commotion is about. He briefly see's a ranger fire an arrow and some hyenas running away before there are shouts around him and the wagon begins to lose balance. Luckily the wagon master is more skilled then Relkin and his two companions and is able to prevent any potential disasters. Once everything stops Relkin comes around to see if everything is ok on the open side... Bugger off ye useless muts!Spoiler: Shoo! Hide casts Sacred Flame at the Hyena that was not yet hit, DC13 ref save or 1d8 radiant damage The giant hyena yelped in pain as an arcing beam of brilliant light striked it square on the nose, motivating it to flee the area with even greater fervor. Valleron is still straining against the cart, but that doesn't prevent him from participating in the battle, at last verbally.Yeah! Run, ye mangy mutts, before I get there and give you a piece of my mind. OskiThe moment Oski spotted the hyena, he did what any reasonable half-elf with access to the arcane arts would do: his voice dropped to a low mumble as he pronounced words of power, and a streak of eldritch energy fires from his finger top at the beast.Spoiler Hide Time for some peace of mind through excessive force. Eldritch blast for (1d20+7)[25] vs... AC, I think, for (1d10+5)[7] damage. With one last burst of arcana the hyenas were sent on their way. Their cackles of pain and irritation could be heard for some time after, gradually dissipating until they could no longer be heard over the sound of the hot desert wind whistling through the rocks and crags of the canyon.Skarun breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn desert ape-monkeys. If they had gotten the jump on us we would have been in a heap of trouble. Fortunately they scatter easily against any significant show of force. Other creatures here wouldn't be so spineless."Skarun looked back at the group by the wagon. "Well what are you all standing around for? Let's get this thing moving!"With that he slapped the flank of one of the oxen and much to the driver's annoyance the wagon abruptly began moving. The rest of the trip down the path into the canyon was tedious and tiring but continued without incident. The sun was beginning to set once they reached the bottom of the canyon and Skarun pulled the group to a stop to camp for the night.Spoiler Hide Good job! Now might be a good time for the PCs to introduce themselves and get to know each other. Relkin, feeling the most friendly he has been this trip, nods to Valleron and Illemir and introduces himself "Hey good job guys. My name is Relkin, it was good to work together." realizing that he can't be a loner the whole trip Relkin figured now would be a great time to try to make some friends. He needs some direction at least as to why he is even out here.Relkin then heads over to the other two and holds out his hand to Oski"I'm sorry, we weren't properly introduced. My name is Relkin and I actually overheard yours a few days ago when you were talking to two others. Hope I didn't scare you earlier when I addressed you!"he then nods to the man next to Oski and expresses his name to him. Who is up fer a game of Dragon Chess? The first one to apply is the first one to get healing if the going is going to get tough! Valleron smiles at Relkin and introduces himself as well.Too bad I was stuck here holding his contraption from tumbling, I would have shown those hyenas what's what. Although you were handing yourselves well without my help, well done.He passes on Gunthar's offer with a shrug. Although he once heard the adage "Dragonchess is war", he never really believed in it. It's not war if the blades don't ring. Oski"Oh, never fear if you learned my name somehow, I shan't subject you to wrath!" Oski says with an easy smile. "Still, I'd rather personally tell you my name. So well met, name's Oski, and─" he faced the cleric, "I should think Dragonchess sounds like an interesting game. Never played it before, I'm afraid, so I won't be much fun to play." Relkin addresses the group"So what brings you all out here?" Well, if you continue to never play it, you will never become any good at it, won't you? You know what, I'll explain you the rules and then I'll cast guidance on you to even out the odds. Illemir sits by the fire and open his pack. With quick shake out fly 3 small orbs of light that circle Illemir before fetching items out of his pack and setting up his bed roll.Illemir then stands and moves closer to the group."Good work out there today... Relkin, was it? Dont think I could have kept that cart up by myself. I'm Illemir"He says extending a hand."I heard about a mysterious threat out in these parts and thought it best to investigate. How about you?" "I was sent here by my mentor. He said that I could be of great use to the area..."Relkin responds enthusiastically but trails off towards the end. OskiThe half-elf considers it for a moment. "Chess aided by magic seems hardly fair, I'd say. I'll be content watching you play whoever you'd like or can, but it shan't be me who faces you, good man." He falls quiet after that, not quite willing to share anything aboutwhyhe'd be there. Despite, or possibly because, his refusal to play, Valleron takes a vantage position to observe the game. From time to time he will come up with unsolicited advice and commentary such asthe horse, watch the horse!, oris this a king or a chicken? Relkin has no interest in games and sets himself up in camp. He carried little with him on this trip so it took him no time to set up. After he heads over to Skarun and asks where he needs men posted, Relkin offers up his assistance and will go where pointed. Chuckles:Well, since chess is war, and as magic is hardly fair in chess, I guess I should just cheat alot myself during a fight or war and respect your wishes not be healed. The group settled down for the night, taking a couple of hours to relax before turning in. Smith managed to hunt down a couple of rabbits and Skarun prepared a stew out of them. The two appeared to have developed a system of one performing some kind of chore while the other kept lookout and they swapped out periodically.Gunther appeared to be trying to set up a dragon-chess board. He called for any challengers but there didn't appear to be any takers until finally the driver stepped up and offered to play. He introduced himself as Tyrell Frasca and spent the majority of the game telling Gunther his life's story. Apparently he was commissioned by a dwarf by the name of Krasgroid Forgebelt to construct a new inn in Keld. Unfortunately he was too cheap to hire more than one wagon to haul the lumber to construct it, hence their current predicament.The game went on for only half an hour. Tyrell proved not to be as experienced in the game as Gunther and fell prey to a common strategy most experienced players were familiar with.Skarun's attention was torn between the game, cooking dinner and the strange creatures fluttering around Illemer's backpack. "Well we certainly have ourselves and interesting bunch here," he said to no one in particular."It's about high time we turn in. You fellas should get some sleep as soon as you're done eating. Me and Smith will take the first two watches. Relkin you seem eager to take the third watch. Anyone else want to take the fourth?" This so-called game is putting me to sleep, so I'd rather turn in early. I'll take the fourth. Relkin sleeps a bit before being woken for the 3rd watch. He easily rises to the occasion and stands stoically. Looking out into the night tundra. Trying to keep himself from any distractions.Spoiler: Perception Check Hide (1d20+3)[19] Relkyn occasionally caught a glimpse of the local wildlife but otherwise his watch went by without incident. Valleron spent most of his watch punching the air, too distracted to notice the giant hoard of nothing approaching the camp. His watch also went by uneventfully.Skarun was the first to wake, lightly kicking Smith in the ribs to rouse him. As Smith started breaking down the camp, Skarun went around waking everyone else up."Alright, let's get moving! We still have a long way to go."The journey this day was much easier than the previous. The path was well traveled and with fewer twists and turns so the group spent most of their time watching for potential threats rather than helping to keep the wagon upright. Sometimes they would catch glimpses of some of the more dangerous fauna, but they kept their distance from the group. They made good time but they were still about a day away. Again, the sun began to set and they decided to camp for the night.Once again, Skarun called for two more volunteers to keep watch for the night. "Well, since I'm already on the schedule I don't mind taking third again."Relkin offers his assistance to Skarun before setting up his stuff for the night.He rests well and once again rises to keep an eye out. This time though he gets a little distracted by his thoughts and doesn't notice anything he wouldn't normally notice...Spoiler: Perception Roll Hide (1d20+3)[13] Looks like I rolled my passive perception... yay.. Well it's at least not worse. Valleron takes up the dawn watch again. Since nothing happened last time, looks like he can't resist practicing yet again ...Spoiler Hide Perception (1d20+2)[9] Smith woke Relkin indicating that it was time for his watch. The distant sounds of thunder could be heard coming from the north, the only indication of an incoming storm as the walls of the canyon made seeing cloud formations and judging wind direction difficult.Smith sat on his bed roll for several minutes before settling down. He spent this time looking to the north towards the thunder, apparently lost in thought.The rest of the night continued uneventfully and the group woke to a light breeze and the morning sun kissing the upper edge of the western wall of the canyon. Gunthar looks at the sky to see if they should perhaps take shelter todaySpoiler: Storm Spotting Hide Survival: (1d20+6)[15] Perhaps because he dreamed of storms or perhaps because of some strange intuition, Gunthar's gaze turned to the heavens to see what the weather had in store for them today. He noticed only sparse cloud cover and sniffing the air he detected only a hint of moisture, likely coming from the river to the west. For the moment all signs pointed towards another hot, dry day in the desert. OskiDay went into night which went into day and back to night again. Oski hated monotony, and this was no different.As the sun rose, so did Oski, stretching and yawning as he watched the morning sun. "It'd be nice if something came upon us today," Oski said, to no one in particular. "All chores and work, and not a hapless creature with which to play." Relkin packs up his items and spends the morning meditating. He waits until the caravan is ready to go and loads up whatever items are necessary. The party packed up camp and set out for what they hoped was one last day of travel. They traveled along side the river and it was around noon when they came to a fork in the canyon, the path leading to the right which was the last major turn before they reached Keld.There was something unnerving about this particular part of the canyon. The sounds of insects and distant birds had become silent, replaced only by the sound of the wind whistling through the dry brush. Skarun quietly motioned for the driver to bring the wagon to a halt and began looking around. Smith looked up sharply, knocking an arrow and pointing his bow up towards the edge of the eastern canyon wall. Noticing this, Skarun did the same.Skarun spoke to Smith in a low voice, "What is it?""I heard rocks fall. I think something's hunting us..."The wind dropped to a gentle breeze and the canyon fell quiet. I don't hear anything,said Valleron, twisting his axe around playfully.Let's just keep going. Noticing the stop in motion Relkin looks up from his seat and glances around.Something strange is going on..He heads over to the front of the wagon and hears the rangers talking. Relkin looks out into the distance to see if he can spot anythingSpoiler: Perception Check Hide (1d20+3)[13] Gunthar casts guidance on himself and also looks around. Accidentally however, he looks right into the sun at one moment...Spoiler: Blind as a Bat Hide [perception: snake eyes] OskiThe Warlock decided he'd take a look about them as well.Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+4)[7] The party seemed completely mystified by what the two rangers were so nervous about. Skarun shot a scathing glance at Valleron indicating that he should keep quiet. Smith kept his gaze fixed on the canyon edge, looking for any sign of movement. The canyon remained still and quiet.A few seconds later the upper canyon wall behind them suddenly seemed to explode. Then again, and again, raining tons of rock down onto the path behind them."Run for it!" Skarun shouted, attempting to dash off further down the path. He only made it a couple of meters when the ground suddenly shook. A huge cloud of dust filled the path before them and rocks and pebbles pelted the group."No, I don't think you'll be going anywhere." The voice was booming and gravelly. As the dust began to clear the source of the voice was soon revealed. No less than three pairs of horns lined it's massive head. It's gaping maw was lined with foot long teeth. It's scales glinted a dark sapphire in the desert sun and it's wings spanned nearly the width of the canyon. An enormous blue dragon stood not twenty feet down the path from the group. A moment later it let out a deafening roar that reverberated along the canyon walls.Spoiler Hide Everyone who fails a wisdom saving throw of 17 is now frightened. Valleron is taken aback for a heartbeat by this sudden development, but quickly regains his wits and steels himself before the dragon's gaze. He imagines the canyon an arena, and every rock a spectator, ready to burst in applause. There is nothing to fear. I, I, don't suppose you m-might be merely interested into playing a game of Dragon Chess? OskiOski is equal parts surprised and frightened. Relkin can't believe his eyes.... It's so huge.. it's monstrous... in all his training and travels he's never seen one before, a fabled Dragon! He can't move.. Relkin feels frozen.. He turns and looks at everyone around him in disbelief and they are too shaken in fear.. Relkin opens his palms and flexes his hands in an attempt to calm himself... By Mielikki's breath...Illemir has experience in situations where the odds are stacked against him. But maybe not quitethis stacked. However he knows in times like these you stand your ground and trust your instincts.A Dragon. A predator. I must not appear to be prey.Illemir swallows and forces down any nerves before striding out to the front of the group and stopping just short of the dragons reach. He locks eyes with the creature."And who exactly are you to say where we may or may not go?"he bellows in impersonation of his father, the only creature he has met who commands more presence than this Dragon. The dragon looked Illemer over, seeming to be analyzing him in detail. "Not you..." he said, simultaneously sounding unimpressed and disinterested in the half-elf's question. He examined other members of the group one at a time in a similar fashion, stopping when he came to one member in particular."So, I see they weren't lying after all." The dragon's expression was nearly impossible to read as many non-humanoid faces were, but one could tell by looking into his bright cerulean eyes that he seemed pleased with what he had discovered. The look in his eyes suddenly turned sinister as he reared back. With the precision of a surgeon he launched himself towards the group, snatching Smith up in his massive jaws. His wings stirred up a torrent of dust as he took to the skies, trailing Smith's blood behind him as he breached the edge of the canyon.Soon all that could be seen of the dragon was a dark silhouette against the southern sky.The unnatural fear finally leaving him, Skarun dropped to his knees and cried out, "Smith!!!"Spoiler: Gunther Hide As the dragon snatched up Smith you noticed a glint of something metallic falling from his hand onto the ground. Illemir dived to one side as the Dragon rushed past him.He kneels in the dirt watching the dragon fly off. Illemir feels ashamed that he let that happen to Smith but knows there is nothing he can do. Gunthar slowly moves to where he thinks that the metalic trinket might have fallenSpoiler: Shiny Hide and picks it up if it is possible to get there without any problems and examines the trinket Spoiler: Gunther Hide The object appears to be a large golden coin with markings you have never seen before. On the face side is an open book with blank pages. On the other side is what appears to be a dealt hand of cards facing down. Along the edges appear to be writing in a language you do not recognize. Based solely on the gold content you would probably place the value of this coin around 15 gold pieces. As with everyone else Relkin jumps to the side as the Dragon rears forward. Smith is taken off and Relkin can do nothing to help, another soul he couldn't save. Relkin is torn up inside but he can't show the others. He looks around wondering what he can do to help then he turns to Skarun "We have to get out of here, that thing could be back any minute to get the rest of us. We can mourn once we reach Keld." Relkin knew what he was saying was harsh but he also didn't want anyone else to die. In response to Relkin:I agree, logs be damned I say Tyrell crawled out from under the seat of the wagon where he had been hiding. "I agree, Skarun. I'm not getting paid enough for this. Forgebelt can come get this stuff himself if he wants it so bad."Skarun took a full minute to regain his composure. Smith had been right next to him when he was taken. A couple of feet closer and he would have joined Smith in the dragon's maw.With a shaky sigh he finally responded, "You people need to do what you feel is best. I will say that the wagon master likely won't pay you for arriving empty handed. If you feel that it's not worth it at this point... I'll go with whatever you decide. Either way we need to move soon, with or without the wagon." "Skarun do you feel that we could make it with wagon in time? I'm willing to try to bring it but I'm going to trust your judgment on this, in your experience is this possible?" Relkin responds hastily since time is of the essence at this point. "How in Gehena should I know!? It's a damned dragon!" Skarun snapped at Relkin. After a moment he regained his composure. "Sorry. I know I'm not helping. Look, dragon's aren't exactly something you run into every day. There's a few that are well known that dwell in the wilder parts of Nuperon but they don't generally associate with us two legged types."There've been stories of them stealing livestock, sometimes attacking villages when they settle too close to their territory. Those foolish enough to hunt them usually end up dead of course."Skarun ran his hands through his graying hair, apparently trying to gather his thoughts."That dragon could have easily killed all of us, there's no question. Instead he killed Smith and took off with his corpse." Gesturing at one of the oxen, "Nine hells, he didn't even grab an ox for dinner. I suppose he could be toying with us but I've never heard of a dragon wasting time with that sort of thing. But this is a strange land with strange creatures so who knows what dragons are into around here?"The way I see it if it wanted us dead we would be dead already. And if it still wants us dead it can well outpace us with or without the wagon. But there's also Keld to consider. Maybe it might be a good idea to warn them as soon as possible that there's a dragon in the area."Skarun looked back towards the southern horizon and watched as the dragon's silhouette disappeared into the distant haze. Why Smith? Looks like he was targeted purposefully. What did he do to anger the dragon? "I only met Smith back in Bleached Bone Harbor when we started this journey. I assumed he made his living escorting caravans across the desert, same as me. He never mentioned anything about pissing off a dragon but he never talked much about himself anyway. He was a good man, though. A good ranger. Knew his way around the desert. He didn't deserve this..." Skarun choked as he fought to stem off the tears welling up in his eyes. "Damn it all!" Well, finders keepers, but I might have something that might be tied with all of this somehow. Gunthar then shows the large golden coin. Smith had this in his hands when he was snatched up by the dragon and dropped it when he was snatched up. Perhaps it was what the dragon was looking for? If indeed this trinket is what the dragon was looking for, how long do you think will take him to realize he doesn't have it? Long before he digests poor Smith, I reckon. No offense...Valleron eyes Skarun.We should get out of here. Somewhere with more cover would be nice. Does anyone know of a good cave nearby? "Well there are several small caves and crevices scattered along the canyon walls but I doubt we can find any that are uninhabited. Giant rattlesnakes in particular like nesting in them. I don't suppose one of you elves know how to sniff out a safe spot?"Spoiler Hide If the group decides to find a cave to hide in someone can roll a survival check to find one that isn't filled with deadly deadly snakes. Others can assist if they want. Edit: Also at this point Skarun is pretty much handing over the reigns to the party. Relkin was listening to the banter until he chimed back in and addressed the group "Alright guys, we still have a job to do and this cart still needs to make it back in time. I think our best bet is if some of us find a safe spot for this wagon and stay with it in the caves until the coast is clear." He gestures to Skarun "Meanwhile Skarun can lead a few others to Keld and let them know what's going on. I'm thinking we camp out tonight and tomorrow would be best to try to head out." Relkin looks out into the canyon, "I'm not familiar with deserts and such but I can start scouting for caves if you all agree? I've spent some time out in the wild and may be able to use those skills."Spoiler: Survival and Misc Hide I figured the party will stay with the cart and then travel tomorrow. If everyone agrees here is my survival check which is open to be helped: (1d20+3)[10] Valleron joined Relkin as he scouted around for a good hiding place. They had to pass on two small caves that had obvious signs of occupancy before Valleron pointed out a crevice in the western wall, so camouflaged by brush and fallen rock that it took him a few seconds for his eyes to find it. Roughly 30 feet wide at the entrance it gradually narrowed as it snaked into the rock. One of the walls of the crevice slanted inward in such a way that it created a makeshift roof blotting out most of the sky.It grew too narrow to bring the wagon in all the way but they would be able to bring it in far enough that it couldn't be easily seen. Towards the back there was a pool of fresh water that appeared to replenish itself from a narrow breach in the rock. Not only did this seem like an ideal hiding place, it looked like it might actually make a pretty good permanent hideout. Ah... no snakes in here? I was looking forward to making a new friend... Relkin just stares back blankly at the joke "....We should head back and get the wagon now." With that he turns around to head back to the group. Illemir felt it best to leave the scouting to those more outdoors inclined and stayed with the wagon while the others investigated the caves. During the wait he did his best to console Skarun about the recent and brutal loss of his companion.Spoiler Hide I'm back and able to post pretty much everyday again! Also hoping I read all this right and Skarun stayed behind with the wagon? The scouts returned and told the rest what they had discovered. Weighing their options the group finally agreed to hideout in the crevice. Skarun gathered up Smith's bow which he had dropped when the dragon snatched him up. He stared at it for a long moment then came to when Illemir placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm alright," he said smiling back at Illemir. He walked over to the wagon and placed the bow under the seat. "Lets get going."The short trip was a little rougher than what they had experienced so far as they had to make their own path. Skarun had to keep to the back to camouflage the wagon's trail and advised Tyrell to keep to the rockier areas when possible. The wagon got stuck a couple of times and the group found themselves in a familiar situation with some of them keeping lookout while the others fought to free the wagon.Fortunately they were able to reach the crevice without being harassed by any of the desert creatures and they managed to maneuver the wagon into it with ease. There were still a couple of hours of daylight left by the time they settled in. Skarun sat at the mouth of the crevice, keeping to the shadows and looking out over the canyon for any signs that the dragon was returning. Nothing so far. The majority of the party sat together deep inside the crevice, apparently too nervous to do anything but wait for the dragon to come for them. The trickles of sunlight that made it's way inside slowly glided along the floor then up the walls and eventually faded into night. Stars peaked through what made for a ceiling and the sounds of nocturnal insects could be heard coming from outside.Skarun returned from the entrance. "No sign of him. He could be a couple hundred miles away by now or hiding somewhere out there in the darkness, waiting for us. Either way we need some rest. This crack is well hidden but it might be a good idea for some of us to keep watch at the front. I don't mind taking a watch but maybe some of you might be better at seeing in the dark than me. We need every edge we can get right now."Skarun sat down on a rock, leaning forward and rubbing his eyes with one hand. Physical and emotional exhaustion seemed to be catching up with him. I don't mind taking first watch. Fer sum reason I never had any problem with darkness... Relkin offers to take whatever watch is needed. Feeling a bit anxious he is ready to leave as soon as the party all wakes.Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d20+3)[23] Gunther took the first watch, followed by Relkin. As Gunther got up to wake Relkin he noticed something far off in the darkness, probably near the road to the north. Some kind of movement but he couldn't quite make it out. It was very faint and likely several miles away. He brought Relkin to the entrance and pointed him in the direction of what he saw. The movement was still there. Relkin made out what seemed like dark spots of red dancing around a small area.Not sure what to make of it Gunther finally decided to turn in. The movement was still there when Relkin got Valleron up but Valleron couldn't really see anything in the darkness. The two half-elves took the last watch together. They spent the majority of the time making small conversation, not really paying attention to their surroundings. Perhaps they were growing complacent, feeling that if the dragon hadn't returned it wasn't going to.In any case, aside from the strange movement in the distance the night went by uneventfully. Relkin and Gunther looked out to where they saw the movement the night before. There was still some kind of movement but it was actually much more difficult to see during the twilight hours. If they continued on the road they would soon find out what it was. Well, the damn dragon seems to be happy enough with his snack. Perhaps we should just get moving, cart and all, and see what those strange lights in the distance are, or were. "I agree, we should definitely head out but I would advise us to be cautious... Lets at least take it slow." Relkin looks over to Skarun and describes the lights and movements from last night. "Do you know of anything that could make that out here?" "Hmm... Red spots..." Skarun pondered for a bit.Then a thought occurred to him. "Dire vultures!" Skarun spat in disgust. "Their heads are a bright, blood red and would probably show up like a beacon in the moonlight. Much larger than the typical vultures you might see back in Nuperon and much more unruly. They don't normally come out at night except when there's something to eat. We should avoid them if possible. They don't like having their meals disturbed." Dire Vultures you say? Oh dear mother of earth... I'm afraid we could be the only ones left of the caravan... We must investigate. Realizing what he just heard Relkin urges the others to get ready and head out. "I know that we would want to avoid these beasts but we have to figure out what happened and if is the other guards we need to give them a proper burial. They deserve that much..." Relkin trails off and looks out towards the red lights. He then turns back to the others and looks at them expectantly. We could build a turret or a bunker of some kind on the cart out some of them logs we got to blast them birds away from some distance? "How many do you see? I would be surprised if a flock could take out the entire caravan. But if there are fallen I feel we should leave them be and let the vultures feed. It's not pleasant but it is the way of the wilds. Do you see a path that would take us around them?" It is pretty clear the dragon did that and not the vultures. He met up with them before he met us. How many of those vultures are there? If there are too many I'd say we just wait for one more day in our hiding place, and investigate after the vultures have left. "Good point but can we really afford to camp yet another night? If we can make it around the vultures safely I say we do so. It's foolishto be out here any longer than needed."Illemir hops up onto the cart before looking out to the vultures trying to see if there is a safe way around them.Spoiler Hide Perception (1d20+3)[19] Spoiler: Illemir Hide The vultures appeared to be directly on the road as suspected. With the rising sun Illemir could just barely make out several dark clumps of various shapes scattered around the vultures but there weren't nearly enough clumps to encompass the entire caravan. The terrain around the road did not seem to vary from what they had already traversed getting to the cave. It would slow them down going off the road but he estimated they would still be able to make it to Keld by nightfall. Illemir hops down from the cart."Well the road ahead is covered by the vultures but I think we could safely travel off road and avoid them. Shouldnt eat into the journey time too much and we should hopefully still get to Keld by nightfall."Illemir looks around the group."All in favour?" I guess we could always come back later, and by going now, have a lower chance of being eaten by a dragon. Let's go to Keld. It was a lot harder to get the wagon out of the crevice than it was to get it in, as maneuvering an ox pulled wagon backwards around corners proved challenging. But eventually the wagon was free of the crevice with no great loss of time. The group had agreed to try to bypass the vultures by going around. Their path brought them close enough to get a better look at the scene.Roughly three wagons lay in scattered pieces along the ground, possibly from some kind of explosion but being ripped apart by dragon talons wasn't out of the question given recent events. The beasts of burden that pulled them were equally scattered and appeared to be what the vultures were feasting on. Indeed they had already stripped much of the corpses down to the bones, their rib cages bleaching in the hot sun. There were no signs of any sentient corpses but it was difficult to tell from their current position.If the vultures saw the group they appeared to be disinterested in them. "They won't bother us as long as we keep our distance," Skarum said. "If there were any non-animal corpses there my guess is the other members of the caravan took them with, along with anything else of value. Those vultures wouldn't have shown up until later for the wagon pullers."Moving past the vultures the group eventually turned back onto the road, leaving the gruesome feast behind them. It was twilight by the time they reached Keld.Even at this hour the small town was buzzing with activity. A small group of guards, some of which the party recognized from the caravan, met them on the outskirts.Spoiler Hide Ran out of time. I'll continue with the guards in the morning. If ever I move too far forward, like if someone decides they want to do something about the vultures after all, let me know and I can retcon some stuff. If you want to make some perception/nature/whatever checks about anything I went over that's fine too. "What's going on?" Skarun asked, stepping up to the guard who appeared to be in charge of the others."We're glad you made it. Both the town and the caravan were attacked by a great blue dragon. It gave us the impression you were next. Is everyone alright?""No..." Skarun choked back a sob. "Smith..."The guard nodded in understanding. "I see. The commander will want to speak to all of you about that. We're fortifying the town in case it comes back. To that end we're under orders to commandeer your lumber. We've already spoken to Forgebelt." he added, seeing Tyrell about to speak. "We've all had to make sacrifices since the attack."We'll escort the wagon the rest of way. The rest of you need to go see Commander Broadleaf right away. Her office is in the barracks located just in front of the mines." Well, lets get going before it gets dark completely.Spoiler: Looking around Hide Perception (1d20+5)[11]: If Gunthar still sees any injured people on the way he might cast a healing word or 2 Relkin just keeps quiet during the discussions to skirt past the vultures and possible survivors. Once they are on their way on passing by he just looks at the destruction to their side, shaking his head as they pass. Reaching Keld and understanding the severity of it all Relkin agrees that it would be best to see this commander as soon as possible, even if they are all tired. The group made their way through town leaving Tyrell and the wagon behind with the guards. As they made their way past the outskirts they noticed several small wooden towers being hurriedly constructed. It appeared that the builders would be working well into the night, perhaps even past dawn. A few towards the inner part of the town had already been completed and their purpose became clear as archers nested at the top.The town showed clear signs of a recent attack. Many buildings had been completely demolished, several others damaged. Still it wasn't as bad as one might have imagined. A dragon that size could clearly lay waste to the entire town but it hadn't.Gunther didn't notice any dead or wounded lining the streets. When they reached the barracks it became clear why.The barracks was, like most of the buildings in town, a simple wooden structure. It was quite large if only one story tall. None of the buildings in Keld were over two stories. One guard stood at the entrance and allowed the group inside, giving them directions to the commander's office.Entering the barracks the party discovered that it had been made into a makeshift shelter for the wounded and homeless. The gnomish priests they were traveling with were here too, busy doing what they could to treat the wounded. Gunther took a moment to speak a prayer of healing for a couple of wounded guards that seemed to be on the brink of death, stabilizing them. One of the priests briefly thanked him for his assistance and hurried off to another patient.The group made their way through the main room to a hallway which led to a door with another guard."You were with the last wagon, I presume? Just a moment..." The guard opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His voice could easily be heard on the other side explaining the group's arrival to who the they assumed to be the commander.A moment later the guard opened the door again. "The commander will see you now." He gestured for the party to enter.A half-elven woman sat behind a cluttered desk. Her dark brown hair was cut short, just above the neck-line and she wore a red and black tabbard over chainmail marking her as an officer of the empire. She had apparently been hurriedly going over a great deal of paperwork."Well," she said, looking up and pushing a stack of papers away, "this is the first bit of good news we've had since the attack. May I have your names please?" Greetings commander, the name is Gunthar Grass, partial heir of Grass Agricorp.Jokingly:Would you perhaps like a scroll of pedigree with that? It's hard to believe how much hurt and pain this dragon has caused. Relkin has had his few tours around but he has never had to deal with something like this. He quickly responds to the commanders question:"My name is Relkin Rassendyll, how can we be of assistance?" Illemir looks at her armour and decides to play his cards close to his chest. While there can be comraderie amongst half elves Illemir was pretty sure they fought on opposing sides of the war."Illemir Halfelven."He said with a nod.Spoiler Hide Deception (1d20+3)[5] Aaaand hes fooling no one. Oh I didnt ask before but what is the name of the Elven king? Forgot to ask what my surname actually is! Unless rather than his fathers name you want to use a game of thrones bastard naming system like Snow etc. Edited as discussed in the OOC

IC_ The Desolate Frontier

Tights, Capes, and Masks. Oh my! (Lirliel and Darwishi)

Mckenzie Tuel is a great swimmer. She's competed at the nation level and won a silver medal. Her placement was a bit of a disappointment to her, but she'd been beaten fairly enough and it actually tired the athletic eighteen-year old out. She's currently in a pool training, the local one close to her parent's hole-in-the-wall apartment. As soon as she moves to college she'll be out of their hair and allow them to save for retirement at the very least. She's clad in her favorite mirror-silver swimsuit that repels the water, leaving her able to cut through it faster, and when she dries off to go home, it's the first thing that's dry. The tall brunette doesn't bother with a swimcap, figuring that she'll be faster when she does put it on, but for training (like the micro-weights on her legs, arms and torso) it's much better to do it this way.The women's team is called the Night Hawks, with seven gold medals from twenty national swim meets that they've attended. While Mac has yet to add to this total, she's got a whole life in front of her. There are more people at the pool today than the dozen, beautiful, ladies from the Night Hawks swim team. The hot Atlanta day leaves everyone feeling drained. It's 105 degrees out plus humidity which means very little clothing is worn by most (though Mac doesn't really feel it), and even more people are at every community pool. She feels sorry for the janitor here (plus he's kind of hot in that grungy old kind of way). She wouldn't do him because he's older than her dad, but he's got some nice shoulders to him. And she's seen their coach checking him out way more than once. But then she'shis ageand still hot.Mac pulls herself from the pool, showing off her body as the water slips off of her broad shoulders and slicks back her wavy brunette hair. It hand clear down to her lower back, and the swimsuit itself highlights every curve on the athletic girl. She pulls herself out the rest of the way, pushing most of the water off of her ass, breasts and flat abs with just her hands then goes to get her hydro towel to get the rest of the way dry. The weights come off with a simple touch to either of her seemingly bare thighs. The suit comes off in stiff pieces as if she were wearing armor, were as before it simply didn't appear to be there. She does a few cool down stretches, pressing her palms to the floor as she bends over, pulling her legs up to her hips to stretch out, and such as that.Atlanta in 2311 is a shadow of what it once was. Where as it used to be the "Flagship of the South" it's now "Paradise City". The crime is so far down that it's barely even a blip on the radar. There's not a supervillain in sight...at least not one that the cops can't handle, and no need for a superheroine. There hasn't even been a superheroine in over twenty years. Mac certainly has the talents to be one, she just chooses not to since there isn't a point. Not to say it's that way in the rest of the world, but then that's what the superheroines in those cities are for. As Mac finishes drying off, she hits another button on the armor and it folds into something the size of a business card. She brings it with her towards the locker room, squeezing out the hydro-towel at the same time.Mckenzie Tuel(~joshteal/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/heatwave.jpg)Name:Mckenzie TuelAliases:MacHeight:5'11"Date of Birth:June 9, 2291/ 18 years oldOccupation:Between high school and collegeAppearance:Mckenzie is a tall curvy girl of a dance and swimmer background. She's not skinny by any means; in fact one might describe her shoulders as broad for a woman, abs well defined, and her long legs being just defined enough to still be attractive, but also warn others that getting kicked by such powerful muscles would be the last thing that they want to happen.Most of the time, though, she tries to keep her curves hidden. Not because she's ashamed of them, but because she doesn't feel like dressing up in skin-tight clothing to try and woo someone. The ample curve of her rear and her chest, though, seem to defy this logic. Almost nothing is loose enough--not even her men's cargo pants and tee-shirts--to completely cover her up. Which is also not the point, she dresses in what's comfortable. And for her nigh six-foot tall frame those clothes can most often be found in the men's sections of the store. Though this frame of mind doesn't extend to clothes for working out. At that point she likes the clothes to be tight enough that they don't get in the way. Bicyclist shorts accompanied by a sports bra go with her to the gym or a jog in the park. Where as a one-piece swimsuit go with her to the pool.Her long wavy brown hair hangs clear to the small of her back when she allows it to be free from a ponytail or a bun. Her eyes compliment the dark-locks of hair a bright hazel with green/gray flecks closer to the pupil.Attitude:Down to earth geek. She's seen enough of the bad to know what's really bad and what could be. And she's seen enough of the good to know that tomorrow always holds something new and exciting. If a person can get her to crawl out of her shell a little bit, they might find her amiable...even if she does ramble on about comics and movies a little too much.Abilities:Speed:She can run at about fifty miles per hour. This is one of the few abilities she can turn completely off and not have to worry about cheating through the genetics of being superhuman.Strength:She can lift about six tons above her head and throw it about a block. That means her dad's Ford F-150 from 2011 (talk about a classic...though she calls it a relic) she can easily pick up and throw. She can also leap tall buildings in a single bound. Though she hasn't actually tried that yet.Healing:Healing really isn't healing all that much. Instead her body cools or warms an area to help the natural healing process. This is similar to constantly having an ice-pack on a bruise, or elevating a foot even when it's not elevated. It helps, especially with bruises, but it's no miracle worker.Ultra-Violet Vision:She can see on the ultra-violet spectrum if she so chooses. This means she can see and recognize heat signatures given off by people or other objects. It also means that if she concentrates she can see "through" walls and to the heat signatures inside if there are any.Hot/Cold Immunity:Her body doesn't react to heat or cold. She can't feel either extreme either. The only hitch here is that if her body is trying to help itself heal it'll produce these temperatures from within Mckenzie's body. No matter what, though, she still can't feel these temperatures. That means if she's dressed for winter in the middle of a sun-blistering desert she won't sweat. Or if she's in a bikini at the North Pole she won't get frost-bite or even be cold. Then again, it also means she can never feel the warmth of a hug.WeaknessesHealing:Healing only covers bruises immediately. Broken bones would have to be set and given a few days to heal, cuts would take a few hours, and again deep ones would have to be stitched to heal correctly. Plus cauterizing her own wounds is not going to be a fun experience.Costume:Her costume is a simple outfit consisting of a black pair of spandex pants and a black sports bra; knee-high black, three inch-heeled boots; black, elbow-length gloves, and a black domino mask that covers from the top of her forehead down to over her soft cheek bones. There is cloth that extends up from her boots and acts for a safety net for her knees.The Mask:(~darwishi/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/mask.jpg)The Sports Bra:(~darwishi/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/bra.jpg)The Pants:(~darwishi/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/pants2.jpg)The Boots:(~darwishi/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/boots.jpg)(~darwishi/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/mckenzietuel.jpg) James Carter had been a Villain before, he had battled it out with three heroines and beaten them all. He had them sitting at his throne, but he got cocky and he paid for it. But he got better, at least that's what the fools at the S.V.C.F. had thought but in truth his time there had only increased his lust. He shook his head slightly at remembering his last glorious moments, going up against Mercy, a woman completely on pair with him. A heroine like the other ones he had licking the sweat off his balls whenever he liked, but this chick had one defeated him. He had strode in and found himself with a battery of tazers in his chest. The electricity raced like a hot-wheels car through his system finally shorting out his body completely and dropping him like a sack of bricks. Lucky for him the damned fool that was the warden had an inch of respect, apparently his father had been a villain as well but he had failed to get the genes his sister did though the very sister that had dropped James into prison.He sighed as he looked up from his work, he had spotted several of the young girls going through the water, the Night Hawks alright.. hottest chicks he'd ever seen, well besides the heroines. He smirked as he watched a young latina pull herself up out of the water near him, the girl's wet black hair sticking to her skin. He extended his hand, wrapping it around her wrist before pulling her out of the water in a single jerk. "Whoa.. thanks mister, your strong", he smiled at the young girl as he admired her curves, the youthful glow of her skin. He had to control himself as he felt a boiling pot of lust come up, "Hmm.. I work out a lot..", the girl grinned and walked away.For a moment he glanced across the pool into McKenzie's eyes, his own locking with hers before pulling away. He turned back to his work, putting the cleaning system through it's works. He checked the small dot on his watch moving away, "Tracer in place..", he mumbled softly he knew right where the lockers were on his watch and he was sure to get a nice bit of action going. Not just yet though.. he liked to play cat and mouse.. and that Latina she was definitely his mouse.(Was thinking perhaps you can play her for a bit as well as McKenzie as she sees James' side activities) ( grins at the older man as he looks her up and down, swaying her hips on over towards the towels and then lewdly bending over in her royal-blue swimsuit just to tease him. He'd never touch her, of course, he's way too old for the eighteen year old girl. But like hell if she's not going to enjoy his eyes peeling the suit off of her ever-tanned body. She isn't aware of the tracker on her wrist, nor what he might plan to do to her in the very near future. She runs her towel over her hair and body then looks up to the hottie that is Mckenzie Tuel. If only the girl was a lesbian, Raquel would be a happy girl.Mac on the other hand only looks back once when she hears Raquel talking. She stops and eyes the man then locks eyes with him. For a moment she feels her entire body seize up like she can't even move. As if his eyes are drawing her in somehow, it's like she's all tied up without having a single rope on her. She finally breaks the gaze, even though it only lasted a second, it felt like an eternity of helplessness. She shudders and turns back around, heading into the locker room. From there she goes to the shower with her suit on to wash off the chlorine, then towels off again and moves to her locker to get her cargo pants. She wore the swimsuit as a top here, she'd wear it home just the same with the olive green cargoes and her sneakers... She does look up once when she hears Raquel come into the Night Hawk's locker room, slightly different and more private than the public one... James smiled as he stood up and walked towards the lockers, he smirked at the sight of Raquel stripping out of that suit and showing off part of her body. "Sluts..", he muttered under his breath as he walked into the Night Hawk's locker room. He quickly entered one of the maintenance area's, he didn't spot Mac for a second as she came in after him. Instead he waited, his eyes fixed on his watch, "Oh so your coming in here", he thought, his eyes waiting until he knew where she was. He closed his eyes and remembered the taste of a certain fruit, said to have an aphrodisiac effect on humans. He allowed the taste to come to his lips, his saliva forming into something far more naughty. He swiped across his lips and groaned slightly as he felt his member harden very quickly, the size of him pressing out hard against the fabric of his pants. That's when he saw the blip right in front of him. Opening the doorway silently he stepped out and with all the guile and care he could take he stepped right up to Raquel, hopefully she was shocked by the sight of him so suddenly as he pressed his lips against hers, opened her lips open and spat a big glob of the aphrodisiac saliva into her mouth. Then pulled his head back, "Hmmm..", he licked his now normal lips and smiled at her, "your lips sure taste nice.." He waited patiently for the full effect to take charm on her just as it had on him, meanwhile though he was still standing with his legs between hers and his bulged out pants against her bared skin. Raquel didn't actually strip, she was just letting his eyes and imagination do the work for her as she posed and made sure that he drank in every last of her curves. She'd been so occupied with watching Mac that she never saw the janitor, she forgets his name, enter into the locker room. Instead her eyes follow the silver-clad bubble that is Mac's ass as she goes into the locker room. She sighs softly and wistfully when she realizes she no longer has eyes on the janitor. Probably went to the bathroom to jack off. Old perv. She grins to herself as she pads into the locker room."Anyone here?" She calls out hears the shower going but shrugs. She could walk in on Mac, but honestly she's tired, and doesn't feel like getting rejected anyway. She strips out of the swimsuit, tossing it into her locker and pulls out her clothes. She turns and yelps as James is standingright there. "Stop it! Don't!" She screams as he draws her 5'2" body up to his and plants his lips against hers. She clamps her lips shut, struggling against him in all of her nudity, feeling that bulge in his pants right against her slit. She shakes her head frantically but he still manages to open her lips just enough to snake his tongue in. Then there's a wad hitting the back of her throat, she swallows and becomes instantly woozy. "No...st-stop this." Raquel moans as she drops back onto the bench and he gets between her thighs.Mac had been in the showers when it first started. She thought she heard a yelp and so steps out. She didn't want anyone to know that she'd gotten out of the shower so it's still going. She switches to a thermal view of the room spying a man forcing a kiss on Raquel and then putting her down on the bench. She feels her heart climb into her throat. This is it! This would be her chance to do something. She can't go like this, he'd just seen her. She pauses and then goes to her locker, sneaking to it while drying off. She then takes out a pair of running pants, a shiny black, her boots she'd been wearing earlier, and a black sports bra. She fiddles around for a moment, finding a domino mask still stuck in one of the pockets of the cargo pants from when she went to Comic Con. She puts it on, pulling her hair through and then moves around the corner. In the four-inch heels of her boots she actually stands at about 6'3"."Wrong place, wrong time to try this." she snaps, a veritable superheroine as she tries to grab his shoulders and send himthroughthe heavy door sealing the pool from the locker room! James smirked at the hot little Latina as she slumped down in front of him, he ran his fingers across his buckled pants. Eyes leering at her as he started to unhook, only to find a chick standing there, black pants and a black sports bra. Still he's not fast enough to react and gets treated to a nice quick shoulder grab and toss backwards, damn she's.. strong.. he slams into the door and finds himself on the ground. The heroine staring down towards him, "...Well.. seems I just found myself a heroine...", he says with a smirk as he whips himself upright. For an older guy he's in remarkable shape, he cracks his neck as he puts his hands into a pair of fists. "Come on lets see what you can do", he says with a large smirk on his face. She got the drop on him there, he's gonna get the drop on her now. Even so, the entire pool is staring at the janitor obviously fighting somebody. Probably some perverted rapist! Her mom is an A-cup girl, having fought crime in a black bodysuit that could deflect bullets and everything. A few years ago Mac put it on and it fit pretty snug. She's just a different shape! Although she has her mother's hazel eyes and her impossibly strong will. The long dark, wavy hair she also gets from her mom. Her dad's side of the family, well her breasts come from there. Long legs and big ass from the mom's side again. Hermomis...was Mercy. Same girl that put this guy away and now her daughter is here. Though Mercy never got to see James' face, she just saw the lunatic in the mask.Mac currently feels like a superheroine. She maybe ought to thank him for being a creep, though she doubts she'd be able to do it more than this once. Even for a strong guy his age, no way that the cops couldn't handle him. Even if the girls in the one-piece bodysuits in blue are...well all girls. Most guys just aren't cops anymore. The girls adopted the bodysuits at first under the cop uniforms, then they wore jackets over them, but ultimately they're all bodysuits now with the badge printed into the fabric of the bullet-proof material. Ultimately, Mac saw herself becoming a cop, but now...well no, now is just a warm up for that.She stalks out of the locker room grinning as she puts her hands on her shapely hips. "Give it up. I just tossed you through a door, you might be in shape for an old guy, but you're no match for me." She shrugs moving forward again, ready to block a normal-speed fist or even really in-shape fist, but nothing super human. James grins at the hot young lady in front of him, "Not by a long-shot", he comes in hard. His right leg pumps him forward as he slams his fist forward, he's moving fast, a lot faster then a guy his age, even one in good shape, should ever be able to move. Before she's able to block the shot, after all Mac has probably never fought someone just as quick as her, he puts his fist right into her solar plexus. A deep hard falcon punch, "Dude!", several guys call from the nearby pool. James doesn't even pay them any mind as he tries to ram his knee against Mac's face, he wants to drop her hot heroine ass right on that ground. Still he can feel his super-enhanced body isn't used to this shit anymore. He's out of supervillain shape all-right. If she drops though he quickly smashes the titanium toed boots into her pussy and with the force that's required to probably have her crawling in pain for the next ten minutes. Her eyes grow wide. The only person she's ever met that can move even remotely as fast as she can is her mom! "HUNGH!" She cries out, the punch landing squarely between her large breasts and sending her backwards, but not before he manages to grab her hair and send her face into that knee. It pushes her up into the air then flat on her back. However as he goes in to kick her between the thighs she rolls to the side. The super powers offer a very small amount of resilience though it's mostly the healing kicking in. She picks herself up and sucks in a few deep breaths forcing herself into a regular breathing pattern again."Okay, so you're super powered too." And she's trying to ignore the fact that he's just about the right age to be the villain that actually defeated her mom and forced her to lick his balls. Granted a short scream and a lot of tasers later and he was down for the count. She wouldn't need that, he's not as strong as he used to be. If it's even the same guy. "Though you really think you can take me on? I'm not even to the full-powered 25 yet and you...well you're pretty ancient for a super." She shrugs then puts on the speed, aiming to get around behind him and wrap her forearm close to his neck to put him in a sleeper hold."You're not going to rape anyone ever again..." James grunted as she came up, well she is right and if she IS Mercy's daughter then holy shitballs, she's one hot piece of ass. Only he doesn't have that long to think about, when he goes in for the punch she slides in. Wrapping his arm back and nearly across his throat, hugging him tight as he bites for breath. "Nghhh", he grunts as he feels his body start to shake, the sheer power of her is nice. A very good talent, still he's got one hand free. "Oh.. aren't I..", he smirks as he reaches back and grabs her ponytail, while he's an old guy. He can still hip-toss this bitch, a jerk forward and she hopefully goes flying forward. Smacking down on the still wet floor, if she does, he quickly reaches his zipper down and unleashes his cock. Even still partly hidden she can see he's hung, at least nine inches of thick meat what is probably gonna shock her is this.. he cums, almost on instinct it seems. Plastering her face, if she isn't up fast enough, to the floor. Keeping up a good full minute spray.(Last post for today, gonna be at work tomorrow so may or may not post) It happens so fast that she's not sure what happened exactly. One minute she's got him held in a tight sleeper hold that should put him out in about ten seconds, and somewhere around eight she winds up on her back on the ground. The small of her back hits first followed by her shoulders and legs. Then her back arches as both of her hands go to her bared back, thrusting her breasts out and opening her mouth in pain. There's actually acrackin the concrete from where she landed. "Nnngh." She grunts out through clenched teeth, her lips pulled back in a snarl. One that she soon regrets. With her eyes fastened tight she's not even aware he has his cock out, not until her shoots her in the face, and mouth, with his thick, slimy cum. "Mmmffflluugh!" He plasters her face and hair, a lot of it going into her lovely mouth right between her lips, the rest being so sticky that she's actuallystuckto the ground by her head.She kicks out futilely as he continues to plaster her for the next minute. She does pull up her arms to protect her face but it's still all for naught. With her face covered the solid minute of cum rushing her face and hands she loses her breath. She becomes weak and her hands drop off to the side leaving her legs slightly spread apart and her head glued to the ground. Only after he stops does she burp and then barf up a little cum. Her first couple of minutes as a superheroine and Mac has had her first big defeat by a supervillain...one involving the worst facial ever. James smirked as he saw the young heroine' hands go prone besides her body, after struggling fruitlessly against the spray of his cum he groaned as he let off finally. "Nghhh.. now that felt good to unload in your pretty face", he reached down and grabbed hold of her hair, hoisting her upwards, the wet popping sounding as she was dragged off the floor. Looking her right in her unconcious eyes he smirked, "You're strong girly.. but your not gonna win", he smashed his knee upwards right into her pussy, launching her and having her land just before she was dunked into the pool. He turned to the crowd watching them, "Let it be known that Poison is back..", his eyes twinkled, "and let this be a sign that none of the pussies you call girlfriends are safe from me..", he grinned and walked back into the locker, grabbing Raquel by her pussy and dragging her to his car, the hot Latina bitch dancing on his fingers expertly. "Nnnngh." She groans as she's lifted up by her ponytail to face the guy. Her face iscakedin his cum, though is now dripping across her big breasts. She looks at him like she might kill him but then his knee lands right between her lovely thighs. It slams her up into the air by a good ten feet and back by another twenty. The end result is that she lands on her backhardon the concrete, her head whipping back into the pool and washing the cum away. Her hands snake between her legs as she groans the guys and girls in the pool all in shock at a superheroine being in existence and at her ass getting handed to her so readily.Before anyone can react though James moves back to the locker room and they can all hear Raquel screaming out for help. The Night Hawks run up to the heroine to get her into the locker room next. Once there they all sort of agree that they know who is behind that mask and they won't tell a soul. "Thanks guys." She offers a faint smile. A few words of encouragement later, and a little time for her healing to kick in, and she's running out to the parking lot. She does a quick survey of the area with her heat vision to locate Poison. She'll kick his ass this time...she's not going to go easy on him...that is if she canfindhim. "Where'd they go?" Behind you maybe? Well she finds Raquel fairly easy, the guy is raping her something fierce in a nearby van. As Mac runs at the van and probably tears the doors off or something like that she finds Raquel getting deep-dicked by someone who has black skin, he farts loudly as she pulls the doors open. A nasty smell filling her nose, probably gagging from the smell of it, smells like three-days old pizza mixed with some chinese hot sauce. If she does turn away gagging she's greeted by getting punted between her legs, a crotch-shot that probably launches her upwards. Not wasting any time Poison waits until Mac's coming down before attempting to deliver a roundhouse kick that'll launch her into a nearby car. "Think I'm that easy?" As she yanks open the doors she's leaning in to grab the guy when he lets off the most hideous fart on the face of the earth. "Augh!" She cries out as she stumbles backward, wafting the air at her nose as she tries to get that smell out. She hears something behind her hot ass, but it's too late. She gets kicked right between the thighs again which launches her straight up in the air a good fifteen feet. As she comes down a solid round house to her lower back flings her across the parking lot and into and through the window of a decent sized sedan. She lands across the emergency brake groaning softly as it pushes up into her flat abs. The shattered glass surrounding her body sets the scene as well. The teen heroine trying her best to get up and save Raquel, knowing full well that the Poison guy is probably right on her tail. Yet she's too dazed... Poison smirks as he walks towards her, a cocksure walk as he comes up behind her, "Damn girl you have SOME ass", a second later a hand smacks against those nice jiggly buttocks, watching that jello jiggle he can't help himself but whistle admirably "I really want to fuck your tight squishy cunt", he licked his lower lip as he placed his fingers down and between her pussy lips, his hand resting mostly on her ass. "But I'm not gonna do that, not just yet. You see, if you wanna get fucked by me", his hand leaves her sweet pussy alone and he places the fat head of his cock between her lips, grinding inwards just an inch, "your gonna have to come get me..", he grunts as he jizzes through her spandex suit. "See you later super cunt", he smirks as he hammers the roof of the sedan inwards, trapping her there. Behind her she can hear Poison walking away, "hyuk..", the voice isn't Poison's it's the guy who had been raping Raquel and seeing her super-sweet super-human cunt he starts to grind into her, "Fuck your tight..", he grunts, the smell of him is clearly that of garbage, clearly one of those hobo's that's always spying on the hot chicks at the pool. "Nnngh." Mac whines as he spanks her and she feels her big butt jiggle for him. Next he sets his hand on her ass, his fingers probing around her virgin folds through her spandex suit. It felt good, she can't deny that, she's horny, she's never had sex although she does go to bed with a back massager a lot of the times placed right between her sexy thighs. It is thebestway for her to get off, but for some guy she doesn't know to just man handle her? For some reason the thought of it, much less theactof it seriously turns the teen heroine on.As he rams his warm cock up against her folds, she feels the spandex start to give then he shoots his cum up into her womb. She gasps, silently happy that she takes birth control pills to balance her out, even if she's not having sex. As he traps her chest to the seat of the car she hears someone else come in behind her. Someone that stinks, but not like the fart. Oh it's the creepy old homeless man! He's got to be at least seventy. She squirms in place as he rams his cock up against her spandex pants and starts to dry hump her cunt and her big ass. "Stop it!" She cries out, kicking at him and then pushing against the seat. Her back warps the roof of the car again and she flips over. The guy has mold...in histeeth. He looks disgusting. As he settles between her legs again she lifts a leg to kick him in the chest and send him flying out of the car. She then gets up to take a look around. Where'd they go? Where did Raquel go?! The homeless guy crumbles like a tower made of blocks and falls onto the floor as she kicks him, meanwhile she can see Raquel laying on the ground near to where she was being raped before, the poor girl has clearly had the sex-drug fucked out of her and showing from the size of the puddle, the guy that had fucked her had dropped a humongous load in her sweet teen snatch. Meanwhile nearby Poison smirked as he watched Mac come up, "Go on..", he grinned, ".. go be a good heroine and help your friend..", he fingered his watch as he waited for her to take a step towards Raquel. "Gonna tap your ass pretty soon", he smiled as he watched a nearby blonde girl step out into the nearby alleyway he was hiding out in, "Hi there..", he smiled as he spat into his hand, the chloroform pressing into her nose as he dragged her along. Right into his car and away from Mac.Meanwhile at home a glass drops from an older (but still hot as FUCK), woman's hands, eyes go wide like saucers. "No way..", she says as she stares at the picture on the TV. Two seconds later Mac's phone rings. She gets up and can't find the man that had been there. Poison, but she does see her friend on the ground. "Shit." She runs over, kneeling next to her and rolling the girl over. She's blissed out, clearly having had just as many orgasms as the guy that was fucking her. She frowns though, picking her up and then moving her to the showers. She does take the time to gather some in a sterilized cup for some DNA testing. Though if Poison is this guy's name, she doesn'tneeda DNA test to know who it is. She gets the girl cleaned up and then grabs her stuff on the way out, moving up to the rooftop of the building to get changed when her phone rings. She nearly drops the thing. Having her cargo pants on and the mask in her pocket she groans a little, having had the phone held to her lower stomach as she tried to figure out how she's going to tell her mom that there's a supervillain back in town.Instead it vibrates right against her crotch and the girl groans softly. She hits a knee and pulls the phone up to her ear as she answers it. She roots around in her back, pulling a t-shirt on then a hoodie over that to completely hide the sports bra. With that done she just sits on the rooftop. "Hello?" She reaches a hand into her cargos, but not under the spandex pants and slowly draws a finger across her slit. She's always fantasized about being caked in cum and well today she got her first real taste of it. She wouldn't be able to finger herself like this at home, so she's doing it here, just to feel the bliss again, even remember that hand so casually placed on her butt while rubbing her. It was such apowermove. "Mom?"Lauren Rockwell Tuel aka Mercy aka Detective Tuel( "Honey..", she gulps softly as she talks to her daughter, the apple of her eye alright. "..did you fight Poison.. there was something on the news about the girl that fought him getting defeated.. what did he do to you?", she can hear the silent anger creeping into her voice. Almost without thinking Lauren walks towards her closet, opening it up she stares at the suit there. She listens quietly to whatever Mac has to tell her, even so she's already lifting her t-shirt across her head, tossing it towards the nearby bed. Her fingers wrapping into the armor-protective gear hanging in her closet, "Don't worry about anything baby.. I'm gonna go kick his fucking ass", she says in the phone, her agile body slipping into the suit, the suit which welcomes her back like she had never left it's protective grasp. "I already sent that bastard to jail once, now he's gonna go to the morgue" "Yeah mom, I got my ass kicked. First time out though, I almost had him." Except he creamed her face, she should probably leave that part out. "He had some kind of guy helping him though, farted in my face in the parking long, then he kicked me so hard between the legs I got lift, and then got kicked into a car." She pauses her mom is 42 though shelookslike she's 32, the woman has always looked younger than she's been, apparently when she was 24 she looked more like she was sixteen. It runs in the family, although the big boobs make a big difference when trying to judge her age. Her mom grew to the B-cups she has now after her pregnancy and well she has a great figure. Not quite the one she used to have when she was fighting crime, but the woman is still a detective and a damn good cop.She gets up stopping the fingering of herself. "MOM." She shouts into the phone. "Mom, no. Look I can handle him, he just, I didn't know he was super powered when I first started fighting him. I'm stronger by a good bit, I've already got a costume worked out." She listens intently for a second. "Are you putting your suit on?" She almost scolds her own mother through the phone. The FlexSteel would be so much nicer than her weak spandex. Mercy had a cape too which helped her glide and parachute down from rooftops. Not to mention the higher the velocity of the attack the more that suit protected her.She grits her teeth. "Mom, stop. Let me get home, and we'll talk it out. I'll start taking those classes for martial arts that you wanted to teach me. I'm the new you." She's not listening. Mac can tell. "Stay there." she immediately jumps down from the rooftop when she thinks it's clear and starts running at full speed for the house. Her mom also didn't wear heels, instead had a more combat/gothic styled boot that had thick soles and a utility belt. She has no super strength, but has a super sonic scream, and a patented headbutt that can knock any man out. Also it's bullet proof due to the screams she's produced. And of course, by the time Mac gets home, her mom is long gone. "SHIT."Mercy ispissedknowing where Poison goes to rape his victims, she moves to the rooftop to sneak her way in. She likes being in the tights again, though she has only one thing on her mind at the moment. And despite her daughter's protests she's not letting that man touch her ever again. She'd kill him for defeating her daughter... Despite her strict rules of no killing this one...this one is going todiefor touching her daughter. She didn't see him do it, but once a rapist, always a rapist. She could hear it in Mckenzie's voice... Her long, coltish legs take her into the building after picking the lock on the door, silently moving, but micro cameras catching her every move of her still hot body... James can't believe his luck, "So your coming here for that hot piece of ass huh Mercy.. still look good", he grunted as he blew his load into the girl nomming on his cock, "Fucking bitch.. I was saving that load for her..", he stared down at the blonde as she burped hard, "Yeah yeah I'll fuck you later, go make me a sandwich", the girl stumbled away towards the kitchen area as he put his feet up. Oh he had some plans for miss Mercy. "Alright.. section 1", he pushed a button and the long corridor that Mercy was going through was sealed off, two steel gates slamming down. And as that happened the floor turned to nothing, just air as she was dropped into a pool of slime, it was sticky, stickier then cum by a great deal as Mercy was dunked in she soon figured what it was, girl-cream and from the look of it, enough to make breaststrokes through, then the floor slammed back. "So how long can you hold your breath..", he smirked as he stared down at Mercy. Mercy looks to one end of the corridor then the other when it seals off. She begins slowly breathing in, long, deep breaths to help hyper ventilate herself. She became a pro at it while a superheroine all those years ago. Her lungs, much like her skull, had adapted to uses everyounceof oxygen she breathed in so that if she has to scream she doesn't run out of breath, even after her lungs are empty of air. "Got me trapped what now Pois--augh!" She cries out as she's dropped into a thick slime. She immediately surfaces and sees the floor coming back at her. She takes a deep breath and ducks under the surface of the slime as the floor slams back into place, sealing her into the giant tank.She swims through it as best she can, feeling around the sides and edges of the pool. Mercy could, in fact, hold her breath for a solid fifteen minutes. While she can't open her eyes she'll swim through and feel out every nook and cranny of the place to look for a release or an opening. James is too cocky to trap her permanently on the first one. He always liked to show his power over the heroine face to face, much like he did to her daughter this afternoon. She'llkillhim for that transgression.Meanwhile, back at the Tuel residence, Mac is tossing her mom's bedroom, looking for clues on Poison from her old research. She's got to find something, some link to where her mom went. She doesn't even know if her mom can scream anymore. She does take the time to pitstop and change from one pair of black spandex pants to another. Since the first was wet with the cum of Poison and her own slick juices. James smiles as he watches the underwater camera's take in every single inch of Mercy's body, "Damn you still look good enough to fuck and your a MILF to boot", he smirks as she touches the quick release, with a loud slurping motion the liquid starts to drain, "Section two skipped.. section three now active", he says with a smile as he taps a few buttons on his console. "Ah thanks honey-tits", he says as he takes his sandwich, taking a bite, "Good cheese", he watches as Mercy hits the floor face first, the steel floor covered in slicked over water. "See how you like it", as Mercy wakes up, or gets up and tries to walk, the room is completely circular, she finds herself suddenly wincing in pain as several small syringes depress aphrodisiacs into her system, flooding her blood. "Your gonna have to get horned up to get out..", says Poison as he leans back, there is the crude outline of a door at two ends.. but which is the right door!As for Mac, she finds some of her mom's files and gets an address, yes! Still it'll take her some time to get there, after all he's on the other side of town. As her hand grazes over a slight bulge in the wall the pool releases and she's sent face first onto the floor of the next room. She grunts feeling her ass jiggle as her cape flops down over her head. The heroine gets up though feels needles stick into her as she does so and deposits their serum. She stands there a little drunk on the aphrodisiacs and gasps. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to get her bearings on which way she fell she turns behind her, finding a door, and then starts moving towards it. Now the tightness of her costume doesn't feel so great...or rather itdoessliding just barely across her skin. By the time she gets to the door she's leaning against it so that her crotch is pressed against the knob of the door. She turns the knob hoping to get out of this place. She's so tired, already, she should have listened to Mac. Her body isn't what it used to be. Despite everything she feels like all she wants to do is pass out. Even if that means being a cum fountain for James.And really, would that besobad? As the door swings open she's greeted to the sight of the blonde girl, from her small nose hangs a very large droplet of cum, dangling down to the ground. "Nnghh", the poor girl just groans as Mercy steps in, as she does the door slams shut behind her and she's greeted by the feeling of having a nine inch cock shoved up her tight ass. "Nnnghh.. gonna rape your ass", Poison wastes no time in dropping Mercy face-first onto the plush carpet on the floor of this room, she lands a bit more softly then the metal. Even so Poison isn't pulling any punches, he quickly grabs both her wrists and pulls her arms back, holding her in a devious hold as he starts to flex his cock inside her butt, Mercy can feel Poison too has his suit on. Jet-black it's only indicator is a glob of green on his heart, clearly the Poison he's named for. "Great meeting you again Mercy.. I trust the girl who's face I plastered to the floor was yours.. hmm?", he flexed his cock inside her sweet ass, "..You did a good job making her.. hey tell you what.. maybe we try to make one as well.. after all if she's that strong with just one super-parent, who knows how strong our son will be then again.. that will involve us making him... but you'll be more then happy to do that after I'm done with you" Her eyes go wide at the sight of the girl. "Are you all--" SLAM. She starts to turn but never gets the chance. Poison lifts her cape up over her head and slams his cock so hard inside of her that it makes her forget for a second. She hits the floor hard and he yanks her hands back to tie them up. She loses her breath as he humps her ass. She bites down on her lower lip feeling her ass jiggle with each and every thrust into her. She forgot...forgot that he could stretch any material he wanted. "Not happening." She grits out between his painful thrusts. "Never going to make anyone with...unnngh, you." She snaps back not that it matters right at the moment. If Mac were here...if she'd bothered to wait, she wouldn't be in this mess. It's not as if Poison can fuck two girls at the same time. She winces, realizing what she's done. "You leave her alone! I'llkillyou." "Now now..", Poison grunts as she goes all rage at him, "Don't be like that honey-babe..", he leaned down and made his lips become sweet and succulent, a very sweet taste, one which if applied to skin starts to seep in. A slow-moving poison alright, "I want you calm and relaxed, well before I fuck you silly. After that you can do whatever you'd like.. well except for locking me up again", he slams into her ass once more. "Damn you have one hot ass, not as good as your daughter, I swear when she gets here, she's gonna get pumped so full that she'll leave a trail leading from here to home", he winks as he starts to work up a nice load, "But first.. I'm gonna have me some fetish play, you!", he calls to the girl, "Get in front of her", the girl does as she's told, her eyes are blanked out, she's been fucked stupid it would seem and opens her mouth. Grunting hard Poison starts to cum up her sweet ass, slowly the cum starts to seep in through the suit.. slowly filling her up. She grunts as she's lifted up to a standing position. As he kisses along her neck and chin she can feel a poison seeping into her skin. She struggles against him helplessly. She was never as strong as him, but she could fight. Which is why he's rendered her arms useless and is raping her ass. She sneers at him as he explains what he's going to do to Mckenzie. "I won't let you. You willnottouch her in any way." She snaps at him but then something happens and the girl stands in front of her, placing her hands on Mercy's breasts with a soft massage. She moans. "Stop th--*buuuuuuuuuuuuuurp*" She gags shortly after the burp her brows furrowing. "You *burp* no..." His super addictive cum! She shakes her head then he thrusts again and she pukes it up and all out over the other girl. She seals her lips, "Mmmffllluuuuuuuuuuuuugh!" She barfs it again this time all over her breasts. And slowly Mercy's head tilts back to lean on Poison's shoulder the cum bubbling up out of her mouth and nose and down over her face, shoulders and the rest of her body.Her eyes glaze over as the poison in her skin and in his cum starts taking effect. Mercy ishisnow.Just in time for Mac, in full superheroine gear (her spandex pants and sports bra, and the mask mostly) to land on the rooftop of the warehouse. She'd gotten the address and ran straight here. The bra itself shows off a good deal of her cleavage. Though as she looks around she spots the lock pick marks on the door. She rips it off it's hinges and barrels down the steps. "Mom! MOM?!" Poison could only smirk as he watched Mercy succumb, he saw the slow spread of the insidious Poison of his name seep through her system. Infecting every nerve, invading every dirty idea she had ever had and making it about him. Finally he allowed himself to come down from his orgasmic high and pulled out, a wet pop as he exited from her ass. "Hmmm.. you look wonderful Mercy", he said with a smirk, then above he heard someone arrive. "Ah.. lets see who this is.. shall we?", he flicked on the camera's to spotting Mac. "Oh it's your little slut of a girl, how about we give her a proper welcome, she'll be greeted by the sight of her mom licking my balls how about that you little whore?', he growled into her ears. Slowly moving Mercy towards his control chair and sitting down, hopefully with her mom suckling on his balls with his cock leaking cum into her hair. "Mommy?!" She calls out starting to really fear something may have happened to her. She was thinking she'd get here, Poison would either be dead or lying in a heap of blood and broken bones and her mom would get onto her for coming out here in...spandex pants, boots, opera-length gloves, and a sports bra...oh and that mask. But now her fears have shifted, she's not getting an answer or even a shout at her to get her ass down there so that her mom and chew her out. No, now she's thinking of the worst possible, what if Poison won their fight? Mom has been out of practice for a good many years, even though she's kept up her martial arts and her reasoning skills, it's still not the same.She turns the corner andfreezesas she spots her mom kneeling before Poison and suckling on his ball sack, his big dick drooling cum into her beautiful hair. "MOM!" She cries out, fury instantly filling her as she speeds down on Poison hitting her max of fifty miles per hour in no time flat. She wants to ram her fist through his skull, turn him inside out with a single punch. What had he done to her?! She's the strongest person Mac knows and she's just...being a good little superslut sex slave! "You'll pay for this!" Poison smiled at Mac as she charged in, all rage, no sense of a plan none safe for ramming her fist through his skull and pulling his brain out. That however wasn't going to happen, as Mac ran forward she came near to Poison before he pressed a button on his chair, from several small hidey holes around the room a plethora of needles came outwards. These however were not the same aphrodisiac needles that had felled her mother, no these were knock-out darts, made however not for superhumans, but normal ones, so they only slowed her down, enough for Poison to stand up and smash his fist hard into her face, "I don't think so you little cum-guzzler", he said with a smirk as he strode down the small steps. "I think you are going to get your ass handed to you", he stood there, "Come on, take your best shot super-cunt, take your best shot before I have myself a hot little mommy-daughter action" She watches his finger hit some button and then jumps up into the air. She expected something to either come up from the floor to trip her up or for the floor to fall out from under her. Either way taking to the air would solve her problems. Unfortunately for the teen heroine neither of those things happen. Instead darts shoot out from the walls and plant themselves into her big ass, her long legs, her stomach, back, arms, and breasts. When she lands they all fall out and she continues sprinting but by the time she gets to Poison her reactions have been slowed down to a crawl. She slings her fist forward but not before his meets her face. She's sent flying across the large room, spinning in the air until she lands on herfaceand skids across the smooth floor. She hits a wall and her legs finally hit the ground her thighs and butt jiggling on impact."Oooohnnnngh." The would be teen heroine groans softly, shaking out her head and slowly gets to her feet. The girl turns, having flown at least a hundred feet and skidded for another hundred before hitting the wall. She stumbles forward off of the wall her big jugs bouncing despite the sports bra that's supposed to hold that heaving mass into place. "You'll pay..." She takes another step forward, tips forward and lands on her face again, her beautiful ass and thighs jiggling once again. She made it to within about ten feet of his throne before no longer being able to stand. That's a one-punch fight right there... "Pathetic, I expected more of you..", he shook his head slowly as he approached her. Slowly he knelt downwards, grabbing hold of her hair as he pulled her upwards, standing on her feet, shambling softly he quickly moved from her hair to her asscheeks. His cock, still covered in his own spandex suit rubbed against the poor girl's clit, "Whore..", he called to Mercy and she slowly stood up, walking towards Poison and placing her hands across his chest, almost like a loving gesture. "Don't worry baby.. he's such a good lover..", she whispered, the smell of cum laced on her breath as she ground her body against Poison. Slowly Mac could feel the wet sticky pre-cum start to leak out as Poison's cock slipped between her sweet thighs. His eyes staring into hers, "Tell me.. baby-doll.. do you want to get fucked?" She should be an actress and win academy awards. She grunts as he pulls her up to her knees by her hair. She knows she's slow as molasses thanks to the sedatives in her system. Her healing is slowly taking care of it, but the only way to get close to him was to pretend to be super weak. Not that she's not, half of that stumbling was real, but the other half allowed her to think of aplan. She had a few options as he starts to pick her up, allow him to get her all the way up and possibly rape her before she could do anything...which immediately got crossed out. Then there was the vicious uppercut idea. She likes this one, he might (and does) drag his dripping cock along her eyes and face as he pulls her upward, but the return on investment is what she does next.Her right hand coils into a fist and she rockets it up between his thighs right into that thick ball sack of his. Hard enough to not only lift him up but also to send himsailingacross the room. Possibly, if there's a relatively low ceiling (around ten feet or lower) to plow him up through the ceiling. She sneers, assuming it connects and stands up on steady feet. She wipes the pre-cum off of her face and moves over to her mom. "Mom! Snap out of it. It's me..." She pauses...what in thehellis going to be her call-sign? "Night Hawk. Come on, get up, we have to get out of here before he recovers!" He laughed.. he was laughing, as he was smashed against the far wall, the trajectory leaving him crumbled in the corner he slowly started to get up. His eyes were seeing three of Night-Hawk as she called herself, "..Now.. that's what I call a hit..", he spat out a glob of blood as he started to stand up. "Good job..", he groaned as he stared at her all the way, meanwhile Mercy reacted almost violently as Night-Hawk grabbed hold of her arm, the knee of her mother comes up with the speed of a tired her, going right for her pussy, but in the end the blow angles just slightly to the side. Mercy slides in hard as she presses her lips besides her daughter's ear, "Play along", she quickly says before launching another knee-to-thigh strike and smashing her elbow into her daughter's back, if she's playing along she'll hopefully hit the floor. Poison smirks as he gets up more confidently, his neck cracks slightly as he walks towards the mother daughter team. "Good job Milfy" She feels a little cocky as he flies across the room and even compliments her on the sneak attack. Night Hawk smirks and grabs up her mom by the arm. "Come on--UNNNNGH!" She doubles over even though the strike missed. Everything is timed so perfectly that the play along hits her ear just before the knee hits her thigh. It really didn't hurt at all. Her mom lifts her up again and drives a knee right between her thighs again. At least to anyone that's not got their eyes about two inches away from her butt would have to assume it's another shot to her crotch. Mac even jumps up a little as she doubles over this time. "Mom what are you--" She doesn't finish instead she drops like the sack of tits that she is and hits the groundhard. Her hands snake between her thighs before she hits and her big butt jiggles once more. She closes her eyes for effect, making it rather believable that her mom just betrayed her and knocked her hot, teen heroine ass out! As Poison marched towards them both Mercy slowly bend her knee and grabbed her daughter's hair, hoisting her face upwards to the man approaching them both. "Good job indeed..", he waited a few feet away though, "Now.. I want you to get her ready for me..", Mercy nodded and slowly moved her daughter's head to the floor before bending down, "When I say now move", she quickly whispered, her hands slowly starting to move across Night-Hawk's beautiful muscles, running across the curve of her ass and finally her face pressed between another pair of lips, kissing them softly, it lasted a good five minutes, "She's ready now master..", Poison grinned as he walked towards Mercy and Night-Hawk, unaware of the danger laying on the ground. As her face is lifted from the ground, Mac feigns being unconscious. Her head is put back down and her mom gives her more instructions. Upon the word "now" she's supposed to move. Okay she can do that. What she doesn't expect is her mom to trail her fingers of Mac's bare back muscles or over the generous curve of her rump. The verylastthing she thought would happen would be for her mom to get between her legs and kiss her nether lips softly. Mac gasps instinctively but doesn't open her eyes. Instead she has to endure her mother making her wetter than wet. The woman isgood! By the time the five minutes are up she's on the very cusp of an orgasm, granted the sedatives are about gone but she's not sure she's able to fight right now!Yet the word "now" passes and she doesn't move. As Poison steps ever closer to her she waits. Then she suddenly springs up from the floor, again rocketing a fist for his crotch. This time though she performs a round house to follow it up and kick him in the nuts as well, sending himtwiceas far as last time. As she puts her leg down she freezes as she feels her bodyachingfor some sex. She can really only think of the position of power earlier, with his hand so casually laid across her ass and just barely fingering her slit. She shakes her head after that and rushes after him. "Get out of here now!" She calls back to her mom (that is if she doesn't betray Mac for real) aiming to speed towards the downed man and beat the ever livinghellout of him... However it seemed that Poison had the luck of a cat, he waits patiently and sees that fist come up. With a speed almost reminiscent of a cat or some other creature, he slams his foot down towards it, sure it lifts him up and he does a back-flip, but the roundhouse kick misses him and he lands on his feet. "We already did that once remember Mercy", he said with a smirk, Mercy herself simply grimaces, he was right, she had done that before and it had led to her companion being taken captive and being bounced on his cock. Meanwhile he motions towards Night-Hawk, as she comes in though he spits a glob of incredibly slimy stuff at her, once she realizes what it is, she's probably got her hands covered in it. The stuff is quick-hardening glue, "Lets see how well you fight without vision, as for you", he says to Mercy who charges towards him, however she's still the lesser opponent and ends up getting a strong hit to her chin, decking her. "Lights out" She rushes at him. She's building up to super speeds when that glob hits her full on in the face. Her head whips back, her legs forward and she slams down on her back. "Mmmfffph! MMMMPH!" She cries out, her hands buried in the stuff by the time it hardens up. She's actually lucky that it does harden. She uses her strength then, breaking the glue into pieces and ripping it off of her face. She gets back up just in time to see him deck her mom so hard she flies up and then lands some twenty feet away out like a light. She growls and rushes him again. "Bastard!" This time she tries for a little more strategy as she slides down to her mile long legs and attempts to kick his legs out from under him as she slides by. She's then up...unless he kicks her in the head, aiming to both grab his feet and sling him clear across the room."Stop hitting my MOM!" As she goes in for the slide he does something she should have expected, he climaxes, he cums, he shoots a sheer ungodly amount of cum right at her face, probably snapping her head straight against the floor. Once again he tries to plaster her head to the goddamn floor, "What was that.. stop hitting on your mom?", he smirks hard as he showers her in hot spunk. If she does manage to slide by he'll try to side-step her, that or he tries to jump over those long agile legs, after all, she's not gonna see anything right now. He once again keeps up his orgasmic powers for a full minute before going for a super-powered cunt punt, hopefully enough to put her out of business. She forgot he could do that! She cries out as he slams her head into the floor with a giant stream of cum. It knocks her silly as she tries to put her hands up in front of her face to catch a breath. It doesn't happen. However, as he stops she does roll over in just the nick of time as his foot sails where her pussy was just a moment before. She gets up, clearing the spunk from her face then realizes her back is to him. She turns ready to fight of course the opportunity of her being up offers another chance to strike her between the legs...or perhaps she's setting him up! She is, in fact, planning on snapping his foot in two if he tries it...What she's not expecting though is a fist to the face. He could have one hell of a punch drunk teen on his hands if he plays his cards right! He doesn't go for it, instead he hits her shoulder with a hard kick, spinning her body around and her face right into his awaiting fist, after that blow he'll come in with a hard headbutt, aiming that one right at her forehead as well. Trying to ram their heads together, "You aren't going to win!", he says, if any of the hits connect and he sees her stumbling he'll try to go for clenching his hands onto her neck and rocketing his knees into her crotch, that is until she can't stand anymore. Which will be his cue to preform the coup de grace, and give her a nice love-tap right against her chin. After all, he's not letting this prize slip out his hands. Not by a long shot. "UNGH!" She grunts as she spins around. She speeds it up, trying to get around faster when the fist connects with her cheek. She stumbles off to the side, her arms hanging more limply than they should. She then takes a vicious headbutt that makes her stumble backwards and finally those thick, rough fingers grip around her slender neck. She struggles with him, her hands gripping at his wrists as she starts to grow blue from the lack of oxygen. Each knee resonates through her body, thighs, ass, and breasts jiggling up until number thirty two where it looks as if she's about to pass out. He drops her and as she starts in for the ground his fist clams right up under her jaw. She flies up into the air then right back down onto her back. Her breasts bounce and wobble, her thighs jiggle, but most importantly her head lulls off to one side.She's out cold. "Fuck YEAH!", he raises his fist up into the air, "Alright.. lets do this quick before they wake up", he quickly grabs a pair of syringes and fills them with a knock-out drug which would be used to keep an elephant under control. "Okay..", when both Mercy and Night Hawk wake up, they are looking at each-other, but there is clearly a wall between them both, even so the first one to get a visit from Poison is Night-Hawk, he smiles as he wakes her up, a kiss to her lips, spitting a mixture of high arousal drugs and wake-up drugs. When she awakens she finds herself bent over a stool, her legs are tied to her arms, the ropes are high-tensile steel, something even her super-powers can't break, even so when she starts to wake she finds Poison eagerly licking her snatch, she can feel his tongue dragging through her hot slit. His hands on her back, she can hear the noisy nasty sounds as he grunts, "Hmmmp.. ghhghh uuhhmmm", he's quite eager in digging out every last inch of juice from her creamy snatch. When she speaks, or groans though he stops, standing upright now he smacks his palm against her pussy. "You taste as good as your mom.. but you also taste rather.. pure.. nobody.. well but me.. has ever blown a load in your teen snatch have they?" As Mac wakes up she groans softly feeling her wrists shackled to the ankles on her high-heeled boots. Her mind is still swimming and she can feel her mask still in place for whatever reason. He could have easily removed it an identified her by now. Hell he could have taken her clothes off too. Not that she minds being clothed. This position though is pretty killer. As is the expertly skilled tongue between her thighs licking across her slit and drinking in the juices she'd orgasmed out while still unconscious. The result is pretty simple though, she's horny asfuckas she wakes up. She spots her mom's boots across from her but can't see any higher than that. "N-n-no." she groans softly trying her best to wiggle free but failing pretty miserably. "L-leave us alone!" "Why?", he simply asks as he smacks her ass, "Look at that Jello", he grinned as he walked towards the front of her, then went to his knees. "I'm willing to make a deal with you.. Night-Hawk was it", he grins, "If you let me fuck your sweet pussy, your mother, will get to leave.. no strings attached, she gets to walk", he stared her in the face, "However if you refuse my offer, I'll go to your mom's cell and ask her the same thing.. now guess what she'll say princess..", he grins, "So what's it gonna be.. are you gonna give up your ass.. or are you gonna make me fuck your mommy?" She yelps and orgasms as soon as he hits her butt. She flushes red and glares at him even as he moves around to make that deal with her. "No deal! You're not going to rape either of us!" She snaps struggling again with renewed vigor. "Let us both go and wemightnot break every bone in your body!" She hisses that defiant mouth really should be gagged with a thick piece of man meat. She pulls as hard as she can on the wire, trying her best to rip it apart. "HRRNNNNGH!" Her muscles ripples as she strains to break it. "LEAVE US ALONE!" Seriously that would be more threatening if she was getting anywhere with the bondage, or if she wasn't tied over a stool prepped and ready for him to just shove his way inside of her hot body. "Alright baby-doll..", he smiles as he smacks her face, then stands up, as she's straining on the metal he smirks and places another shot, that'll keep her calm for the next few minutes, walking away he enters the other room she can see his boots from where he's walking. As he sits down behind Mercy, Night-Hawk's mother is feeling that hot mouth starting work on her pussy, sucking, licking and flicking that hardened clit until she too wakes up. He grunts as he gets up and walks around, sitting down in front of Mercy he smiles, then proceeds to give her the very same deal that he had given her daughter. Mercy moans as she wakes up and feels that expert tongue working at her folds. She then gets the same deal as Mckenzie only she doesn't know it. She narrows her eyes then looks over to where her daughter's boots are on the ground. She clenches her pearly white teeth together and nods. "Only under some conditions. You have to let me watch her walk out of here, out of thisbuildingand then I'll do whatever you want." She eyes him for some long moments. "Untie me as well. We'll air a show over the internet of you raping me into oblivion and challenging other heroines to come at you." She looks at him again for some long moments. Then her eyes trail to his cock, as much as she hates to admit it, that super addictive cum makes her want to suck him, or at least for him to shove it right back up her ass... Poison smirked as he allowed the speakers to catch what Mercy was saying and project it into Night-Hawk's room, "Well.. lets say what your daughter has to say about that..", he lifted her head up slightly, enough that she was looking at her daughter, "Do you really think she wants you to give yourself up. Look at her.. she thinks she can beat me..", he smirked, "She wants you to feel the same, but you don't do you?", he eyed her, "You just want to get fucked", the words that he had spoken weren't said, only the response that came from her mother. He liked playing with their emotions, to be completely honest, he had no intention of letting either of them go. Hell he wanted to fuck both of them at the same time, wanted them to spit his cum back and forth and more nasty shit. Mercy grunts as her head is lifted by her hair to look her daughter in the eye. She shifts her gaze away almost immediately as she sees the disappointment all over Knight Hawk's face. She just grits her teeth as Poison taunts her. She shifts her hips trying to draw his attention back to them and her nice, well toned ass and thighs. While he's smart, and powerful, he's still kind of predictable in that sense. She then slips the lock picks out of her gloves, hiding them against her hands as she starts to work on her ankle and wrist manacles at the same time."Mom! Mom! You can't just give up." Knight Hawk can see what she's doing from this angle and then shifts her weight so that she can glare up at Poison. "You bastard! Don't you lay a finger on her!" Poison smiled as Knight Hawk screamed through the glass wall at them both, "Sssh, be still pretty baby", he touched the glass, then turned towards her mother. "I won't be long.. watch the screen so you know I'm truthful, see you soon Mercy", he whispers before walking out. He approaches Knight Hawk and stares down at her, "..You heard your mother.. she wants to be fucked by me, hell you might even get a brother", he winked at Knight Hawk, "Now to ensure you don't rip my spine out", he felt his head swim a bit as the juices came from his lips, slowly drooling them onto a large cloth he had taken from the hallway he pressed the chloroform rich rag against her mouth. "Breathe in deeply..." She growls at Poison as he comes back onto her side of the glass. "I'm not your baby! She doesn't want to fuck you she wants me to go free! You bastard! Let her go!" She snaps at him even as he pulls the cloth out and soaks it in the chloroform. "She rather kil--mmmmph!" She struggles helplessly in her bondage as he applies the rag to her face. Knight Hawk continues to squirm even as the bitter-sweet nutty smell infiltrates her body. Slowly her hazel eyes start to droop, her body becoming more and more relaxed as she sucks in the toxic chemicals. Finally she groans as she goes completely limp... Poison smiles as he unlocks the lovely heroine from her prison, the cloth however remains on her face. Tied across her mouth and nose he grabs hold of her, fingers digging into her lovely ass before going for a fireman carry. "Look at your baby", he says, smacking Knight Hawk's ass as he walks her out. He stares into the camera, knowing full well that Mercy can see it on the camera in her room. He quickly floods his lips with another arousal drug, this one however works exclusively on women making their sweat turn to pheromones, pheromones that no doubt every guy in the part of town will pick up on. He quickly kisses her limp lips, spewing it down, this however is of course not shown, only Knight Hawk sitting outside, the rag still over her face as Poison walks back in. Little does he know Mercy got free from her bonds, only to find that her scream powers had little strength against the door or glass in the room, though of course waiting for the enemy to come to you while pretending to be trapped is a good strategy.Meanwhile outside Knight Hawk is being looked at by a man, well if you can still call him that. The size of him nearly fills the alleyway that Knight Hawk is currently slumped down in, he grins deeply as he bends down towards her face, his three chins jiggle as he giggles. "You look great..", he licks his fat fingers as he gazes down before putting them in his sweat-pants, he's beating off something fierce as he gets near to her face. "But you need a little bit of spooge on yah.." Mercy doesn't even try to scream. Instead as soon as he's gone with her daughter, she unlocks herself from the bondage she'd been trapped in and immediately goes to the door. After a couple of failed attempts to pick it, she slides the tools back into her gloves. She then hides just next to the door where there's a nice little blind spot. She waits for him to come back, listening intently for his heavy footsteps as he no doubt expects her to be still tied up. Of course, as soon as he's through the door she'll prove otherwise, aiming tocrushthe top of his foot with a stomp, slam her fist up into his throat so hard that it may well crush his trachea, and then aims to give him an uppercut to knock him out. Of course, if he's still standing she'll move with him through the door and continue to wail on him with blindingly fast knees, elbows, punches, and kicks until he's either broken, out cold, or dead. She may not be as strong as Mac, but she's a million times more skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Proven by the small fact that she's beaten Poison once before.Knight Hawk isn't fairing so well. With the chloroform rag over her face still she's only getting into a deeper sleep. It'd be a while before she wakes up even if the fat slob took it off of her lovely features. As he drags his fingers over her teen curves it makes her moan softly. Sheisstill a teen, if in the very late years of them, and that means she's still got all kinds ofhormonesrolling through her body. Of course, if she saw the guy with the three chins, she'd be more inclined topukethan to moan. The girl in the high heeled boots, the spandex work-out pants, sports bra, gloves and most importantly themaskstates her as a superheroine. Though the thing that sets her apart from when she normally dresses up for Comic Con would be that white rag strapped around her face... Poison smirks as he walks towards the room, he taps the code into the nearby doorway and then slides the door open. His eyebrow raises as he sees that there's no one attached to his little contraption, that means Mercy is free. The few split seconds make it an easy mode attack for Mercy to step out. He dodges the first blow to his head, then turns away from her leg as it strikes out. He grunts as she hits him with her third shot, her knee smashing into his stomach. "Nnghh!", he grunts deeply before spitting a glob of chewing tobacco right into Mercy's eyes. Or at least, that's the attempt.Meanwhile outside the fat guy giggles at the sound of Knight Hawk moaning from his touch, he pulls her up slowly, his hands now tucked under her armpits before pressing her hot body to the wall. He grunts as he allows himself to press her into it, the fat glob of man grinding away at her. She can feel the touch of his cock through the sweat pants, the front of them already lathered in cum and seeping against her pussy now as well. He grins as he pulls the cloth away, though tucks it into his waistband. Seconds later Knight Hawk has her mouth invaded by the most sickly sweet tongue that she's ever tasted, it tastes like sugar, his tongue worming inside her, flattening against her, saliva dripping in as he humps her. Groaning into her mouth he cums, coating the black clothes completely white, that however doesn't stop his humping one bit. The smell of his sugary skin though continues to build, infecting her nose, ugh smells like she's in a candy factory. Poison has this rather nasty habit of spitting on people or into clothes or just anywhere in general. He also has a nasty tell-all sign that he's about to conjure something up and spit. Mercy doesn't stop attacking. Most people after a solid hit to the stomach may back up and allow the other person to recover. Instead Mercy keeps attacking. The only time she everstopsis if she's out cold or if the other person is out cold. As soon as he's about to spit, she throws her hand over his mouth, and uses her index finger and thumb to pinch his nostrils shut. Instead of spitting it into her eyes, or much of anywhere, it'll probably go right back down his throat. Then with her hand clamped over his mouth and nose still she aims to wrench his head to the side, and throw her left fist in a straight shot at his liver. Not some glancing blow, but a straight on shot that would probably render a normal man unconscious. She doesn't ever expect anything to land, which is why she's so damn good. If it misses, she adapts. After the liver blow she aims to get around behind him more and kick out the backs of his knees, slam her knee into his tailbone, elbow him in the kidneys and if she can get him to about waist height (on his knees or lower) she'll aim a kick for the back of his head.Knight Hawk moans softly as the jello rolls push against her flat abs, the stiff cock pushes up against the folds of crotch through her costume, and ultimately as he pulls the rag away and starts to kiss her. She's heard of smellingsaltsbut smelling sugars. Her eyes start to open from the intense sugary smell and then realizes what's going on. She struggles against him then feels the intense liquid heat of his sperm coating her pants white. Despite his orgasm he keeps going! "Mmmph!" She cries out against him, gagging instantly as she realizes howfatthis guy is. Her hands push against his stomach but slip up under his folds in fat instead. "Mmmph! Mmmrrrmph!" Poison's head is swimming, stumbling from side to side he grunts as he's forced to swallow down his filthy liquid. Damn that didn't taste nice, even so he doesn't hit the ground just yet. That happens after she kicks the back of his left knee, he goes down to one knee. Seeing her leg coming though he quickly twists his head and grabs hold just a second before it connects, he does the one thing he can, he bites. Hard and deep he puts his teeth deeply into her thigh, maybe enough to draw blood. That is, if the suit doesn't counter-act his last defiant act. Sure he's acting like a bitch.. but what did she expect?The fat guy pulls free of that hot hot mouth, burping from the taste of her. "Your mouth tastes nice girly..", he grunts as he spooges her again. He giggles as he slips, when she punches him, the floor made slippery by his cum. The cum her hair is now laying in, to make matters worse, her shifting around caused his dick to escape those pants and start really going for the penetration. She's gonna have to think mighty fast, even so, Knight Hawk can definitely feel this guy isn't a villain, he's not strong, just so.. fat and bloated that her fists are connecting to fat, not muscle tissue, thus it only kinda tickles him. She can feel that nasty head squirming against her pussy, trying to wriggle it's way in. Thankfully.. there's a fat gut in the way, so right now, he's just grinding. It'd be about like trying to bite into a plate of steel that's perfectly shaped to her body. Mercy smirks as he tries the under-handed move and his teeth meet the suddenly hard suit. She slams her fists into his head even as he still has hold of her leg. Every time she aims to hit his temple and each time she succeeds she does it all the faster. She does pull back after a second and tries to box his ears then tries once more to keep punching to knock him out. He's close, she can feel it, though even though she knows he's closes she's not stopping from delivering the full assault on his head. She's not giving him a chance to recover. She was known as a bad-ass superheroine for a reason, often quoted as Mercy the Merciless for thugs and villains alike."Yours tastes like..." Okay his actually didn't taste bad, it tasted like cotton candy to be perfectly honest. His sweat smells so sweet she's wondering if she'll become diabetic just from being around him. While he's not tough he's spooging enough to be a villain, plus no body is just this sweet without havingsomekind of powers. As she feels his cock hit her groin through the thin spandex she yelps, then he spooges all over her crotch and thighs again, the thick, sugary, white slime coating her black pants again. "Get off of me!" She cries out, trying to grab the fatty flesh itself and sling him down the alleyway. With her super strength that should be rather easy. If he does go flying she'll look down at her pants and gag. "Ew! These used to beblack." She gags again and looks up at him, likely ready to be sprayed in the face... Can we get a 1-2-3 count here? Because Poison is definitely going out of it, as he's hammered he finally lands on the floor, on his hands and reeling backwards he groans. Eyes rolling in his sockets he crawls backwards, only to get kicked in the head again. He rolls over onto his front, "..nngh..", then slumps down, his limbs going limp as he goes for the whole playing possum thing. He hopes that will trick Mercy, as in having the woman turn him around. He needs to get the initiative back and hopefully a good punt-cunt would do the trick.Meanwhile Knight Hawk does manage to throw fatty, he groans in pain as he's tossed away, slamming into a nearby dumpster. Still he's upright, or not.. can't really tell. Still he's not getting up, when he sees Knight Hawk stand up though, her crotch absolutely covered in cum he groans. "Ugghh.. that looks so fucking hot..!", he shoots another load, right across Knight Hawk's face. His big balls starting to deflate finally, he tries to stumble towards her, the chloroform rag in hand. He wants to take this chick home and stick his dick inside her hot holes. As he goes down Mercy's gut tells her it was a little too soon. What she can't figure out is why he fell onto his belly if he'snotout cold. He'd have to break his leg in order to try and kick her with any real strength or even punch her. Still she approaches from his side, then drops her knee into the small of his back. She centers her weight over him while grabbing at his wrists to pull them back and tie the superhuman zip ties around his wrists. She does it three times just to make sure, then does the same to his elbows. She turns, setting her ass against his, and then aims to tie up his thighs, knees, then finally his feet, three of the super-human strength zip ties each. After that, if she's successful she'll get up and touch at her ear. "This is Mercy. I've got Poison up to his old shtick again. Need someone to pick him up at my current location." With that she pings where she is using her GPS in her belt, then looks back over Poison again. "Guess you'll rot in jail."Outside Knight Hawk cries out as cum gets all in her mouth and across her face. She slips, falling back into the puddle of cum on the ground onto her side which makes her big ass and tits jiggle. She cries out in pain again, rolling over onto her stomach and then feels that cloth press against her nose and lips just as Fatso presses his cock up against her huge butt. "Mrrrmph!" She struggles helplessly for a few seconds before passing out again... Poison waits for it as Mercy goes down, as her knee presses down onto the small of his back he waits for her to tie him up. Even so far as to wait for her to call, that's when he rolls onto his side, by this time, she probably figures that he is knocked out for real. He doesn't say a word though as he starts to cum, the blast of it, hopefully hard enough to knock her from her feet and land her face-first into the jet of cum he's throwing out. He's gonna have to take her down a peg.Fatso smirks as he holds Knight Hawk, the rag tied before her mouth again he moves her towards his van, the thing is massive in the front seat is an automated driver, the robotic driver opens the back of the van's doors as he watches his master arrive, Fatso quickly drops Knight Hawk into the van onto her knees with that big butt raised up. Seconds later she's being assaulted as the doors close, he's pulled down her black spandex pants far enough to help himself to a fresh taste of Knight Hawk, the cum he's gotten underneath her clothes wiped away, it's sugary sweet as well and he's a bit 'meh' on the taste himself. Even so, he starts to dig in with relish, working his fat tongue, which is twice the size of a normal guy's tongue, into her pussy, licking through her tender lips as he rubs his cock back and forth across the shag carpet, finally cumming and shooting it against Knight Hawk's big rocking tits. "Right, I'll be here." She looks down at Poison, kicking him in the side with her boot. "Looks like you've got a long prison sentence ahead of you." She smirks. Though he rolls up onto his side. She pulls her cape around her immediately as he shoots his cum at her like a fire hose. It hits her cape so hard that it rips it right out of her hand and throws it back. Next he hits her in the lower legs, taking out her legs and she smashes her face into the floor. A floor that's quickly filling up with the cum of a madman. She quickly gets up, cum dripping off of half of her face and her hair. "Bas--huggglk!" right into her mouth, so hard that it blasts her against the opposite wall, keeping her in a standing position as he sprays her mouth, her rather big B-cups and even her crotch and legs. If he ever stops she'll flop back down again, now in a skin-tight white suit instead of a black suit, that rather big butt jiggling on impact as her cape was ripped off in the process...as was her mask...Knight Hawk is lucky to be unconscious for the whole affair as he starts to eat her out. The chloroform over her face and nose keeps her unconscious as he tongue rapes her forcing her body to respond with soft, muffled moans of pleasure. Poison casts a smirk at Mercy as he slowly stops his cum-explosion, that face.. "I know who your daughter is now..", he says, knowing full well that the mouthful of addictive and 'controlling' cum will have the poor woman's mind fighting the voice in her head telling her to fuck Poison's brains out. "Alright.. now listen Mercy, untie me you hot MILF and I'll fuck you as many times as you want. Now.. come on get these ropes off me..", he says, hopefully he can get out of here quickly.Knight Hawk's mask though is ripped off by the next cum-plosion, the rag now thoroughly coated is laying in the front of the van. Even so, the fat guy has failed to notice as he smacks that ass. "Damn damn damn you taste nice..", he groans deeply as he pushes his finger into her. His thumb now frigging her clit hard as he slurps noisily the juices of this hot as hell teen babe. "Gonna fuck you so hard..", then his finger slips in and he feels something.. "..wait.. your.. your a virgin.. oh fucking A man FUCKING A!" Mercy groans as she picks herself up to her hands and knees and pukes up a wad of cum. It dribbles over her tongue and lips though as she stares at the cum covering the floor. She moans again as he gives her orders. The woman crawls over to him, reaching around back of him as her other hand starts to pump his cock. The reinforced zip ties on the back would have to be removed with a special device that the cops have, but they wouldn't do that until he's out, or until he has an anti-super collar around his neck. She yanks back suddenly with the hand on his cock, securing another tie around it and cutting off all circulation to the member. She looks down at him. "My single strongest power is my willpower." She smirks at him. "Hope the cops get here soon, otherwise that thing is going to fall off." She grins and flicks his cock. She then gets up, burps, and stumbles over to gather her cape and mask, also plastered that gooey white...Knight Hawk groans as they hit a bump in the road and she can feel the fatso pushing his fingers into herdeep. As he frigs her clit with his thumb she can also feel him pressing up against her hymen. "No!" She whines as she yanks away from him, trying to curl her legs up and kick him in the face, hopefully directly out the back of the van. She pulls her pants back up and glares at him then looks to see who's driving this mess of a van. She attempts to jump out the back of the van a second later, holding onto the bumper in an attempt to stop it, lift it, and smash it down on it's roof. She hasn't yet realized her mask is off though... Poison simply smirks as he feels Mercy's hand slide around his cock, "Damn babe.. maybe later you can give me a ha-.. HEY!", he shouts as she wraps the anti-power strip around his member. Squeezing it tightly he groans and tries to cum, all that manages is a single droplet. "..Fuck you.. you crazy bitch..!", he tries to kick her or do something to her as he stares at her with fury in his eyes. "I vow you'll pay Mercy.. you won't get out of this!"Meanwhile Knight Hawk hits her mark and slams Fatso right into the back of the van, what she doesn't expect is the doors to hold actually. With the fat guy rolling his head around he stares at Knight Hawk who's all kinds of pissed off, "Oooh.. you woke up..", he says, his voice still stumbling as is he tries to regain a measure of real consciousness. Meanwhile the robotic driver has detected something waking up in the van attacking it's owner, with defensive instincts kicking in he floods the back of the van with knockout gas and shoots a tranq dart right into Knight Hawk's left tit as well, just to make sure. Mercy looks down on him then smirks. "Sounds familiar. See you in another twenty years." She then puts her cape and mask back on and gets the hell out of there. She scrapes herself off as best as possible of the cum he'd covered her in then gets to the rooftops with a shot of her grappling gun. She looks for her daughter, knowing that while Poison dumped her in the alley that he probably didn't let her get very far. Not without some kind of drugged kiss, he seems to love those on girls. However, while she does find tire marks in the alley as well as massive amounts of cum, she doesn't see her daughter. "Shit." She curses to herself. She does take out a camera, snaps a shot of the tire tracks, then gets to running back home. She'd use her police-certified computer to run the tracks and the DNA off of the cum while she gets a shower and cleans her costume...Knight Hawk's eyes go wide as Fatso doesn't go flying out the back of the van. By all rights heshouldhave, or she should have tipped the van itself. She's about to punch through the side of the van to escape when the gas floods in. She stops breathing at that point, winding up and throwing her fist as hard as she can to punch that hole, she'd at least be able to breathe with it, possibly even get out. Though even as she's throwing the punch she feels a sharp pain in her left breast. She looks down, looks at the dart, then slumps in place, once again out cold... Poison remains ranting, as Mercy comes home though her husband is waiting for her. He watches his wife arrive dressed in superheroine gear and lathered, just covered in cum. She however doesn't spot him, he shakes his head, "So that's what you've been doing..", he says to himself, silently though, he turns towards the clothes that she dropped in the washing machine and smirks as he grabs a small vibrator, it's thin enough not to be felt, or maybe just a bit, and implants it before grabbing the device that turns it on. He flicks the switch and hears the soft hum, then switches the device down. So she wants to play the whore.. he'll make her one.Meanwhile Knight Hawk wakes up about an hour later, though she doesn't know that, when she does wake up she's tied up, her body is stretched spread-eagled, in front of her is the fatso that had spewed her full of cum. He giggles as she comes too, if she tries to break free she finds that she can't, the bonds actually stretch outwards but they snap back as soon as they get to a certain spot. "Hi girly..", he's holding a small device in his hand and Knight Hawk watches him flick a switch, for a moment, nothing happens, then she feels a hum against her clit, the vibrator humming loudly and rubbing against her tight snatch. "Feel good fuck-bunny?" Lauren isn't aware of her husband, though she'd be shocked that he didn't like her as Mercy. After about an hour in the shower and getting her hair both brushed out and dried she comes back down to check on her suit. It's done as well so she slips back into it. Of course with it being done she knows her husband has to be home, no way it magically jumped out of the washer to hang to dry. As she slips the skin-tight material on, she zips it up, then finds her boots and slips them on as well. "Mark?" She calls out into the house, she gets silent for a second then figures he must be in the living area. Once she spots him she leans against the doorway. "Rather amazed it still fits myself." She smirks looking him over as she remembers how they met.She's a superheroine and he was a guy taking care of himself in an alley. Didn't need her in the least. He'd been pretty smooth at the time, and able enough to hold his own in a fight against her that she started falling for him. A few Mercy dates later and she shared her secret. Couple of years later...he pops the question. It had been pretty romantic, at least to her. It's why she'd be surprised that he doesn't like her in costume. He didn't like her because she was just Lauren (although he DID like that side of her) he also enjoyed that he had a kick-ass girlfriend, then wife, with a tough as hell willpower.Lauren frowns though as she looks over him. She'd much like to just be dressed up just so he can strip it off of her and they could have a rather hectic evening in bed. "Poison's back. He got Mac, but it's more than that. I defeated him, but it got messy, by the time I got out of there someone else took our daughter. I need to go help her." She moves over to him to straddle his lap, still completely unaware of the vibrator in the crotch of her suit. "You know I wouldn't come out of retirement if I could help it. She needs me, she doesn't have any training..."Meanwhile Mac is waking up tied spread eagle to a large slab of concrete with Fatso giggling his fat ass off at her. She's a little surprised that she still has her costume on, even her mask. Though as soon as she comes to, she struggles, yet just as soon as she gets it one way, it snaps back in place. Pretty smart, letting the bonds have give rather than a breaking point. "I'll kick your face in for this!" She cries out, but then he's smiling and holding a device. He hits the switch...and nothing happens. "I think it's broke---NNNNNNGH!" Her hips buck up at the vibrator that had been placed in her sports bra and pants, humming rather loudly against her nipples and clit. Her back arches off of the table, her arms strain against the bonds holding her in place. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and continues to moan. "St-stop!" She can feel an orgasm coming, but with no extra stimulation she knows she can't actually get off on just this. So it drives her right to the edge...and holds her there. "Stop it! I'll do anything! Just stop!" Mark stares at his wife, he has to admit she does look good. As she explains what she's been up to though he furrows his brow slightly, then pulls her close. Just as she's settling into his crotch, "I'm sure Mac can take care of herself. She's a big girl, she doesn't need you. You of all people should know how strong she is", he smacked her ass, "You know how strong you are don't you?", he smiles softly as he runs his fingers through Lauren's hair.. or Mercy's, he can't tell if his wife gets into character with him, or if she's just like that all the time. Whatever the case, he can't help but smile at her as he touches something in his pocket for a split second, a slow hum, it's not completely on but it's definitely spreading something.Meanwhile Fatso smirks at the girl bouncing along as she's sexually stimulated to the heavens above, his eyes narrow as he grabs a small glass jar, then places it between her legs, right in the spot where she'll most likely throw her cum downwards. He fingers the button as she calls to him, "I want you to fill that glass jar until it's almost overflowing with your lovely juices, do that in one sitting..", he comes closer to her, though still far enough away that she can't hit him, "..and you can go and keep your pretty mask on. Don't.. well I'll just have to care of your virginal pussy don't I?", he says before groaning softly, if Knight Hawk glances down she can see his cock. Now that's what you call a trouser anaconda not a trouser snake. Lauren smiles at him as he feels her up. She spent a long time purging her system of that cum, and brushing and flossing her teeth just so he wouldn't be able to smell the cum on her breath. "Against a normal guy maybe, Mark. Definitely against a normal guy, but there are villains out there. There was an alley full of cum with tire marks. I think she got kidnapped." He slaps her ass though and she moans, the fingers through her hair leave her wanting more. And she gets more, it's the way Mark gets her to stay in rather than going out to save the world. "Oooohhhnnngh, you didn't." She moans hotly in his ear, licking at it then biting softly. She grinds her hips against him suddenly of the mind that Maccantake care of herself. She doesn't need her mom looming over her all the time. She kisses down Mark's chin, then up to his lips...Mckenzie really isn't fairing so well, she's been driven right to the edge of orgasm, one that would more than fill the glass beneath her pussy and yet...she can't get off. She can't squeeze her own breasts, or ride her ass along a dildo. She rolls her hips, trying to cause enough friction on her big ass to get her off, she can feel it, so close, and yet can't get it to come out. She grits her teeth and looks over to him, that dude is hung. She tenses her muscular legs, trying again and again. "Touch me. Just a little. You can't say you don't want to rub my swollen crotch. Just do it through my tights...I'll even suck your cock after you free me." Mark smiles as he sinks his fingers into his wife's firm ass, "Do you want me to get my suit Mercy?", he hisses into her ear, his eyes burning with intensity, "Lets add one to the video collection", he says, winking softly at his wife as he stands her up, she can feel his cock through the jeans he's wearing, right against her swollen crotch. He smiles as he walks her away, totally unaware of what is being done to his daughter.Fatso smirks as he watches McKenzie shift back and forth, her body shaking as she tries to get herself off. As she offers to suck him off afterwards it seems tempting, "So how do I know you won't bite my dick huh.. oh I know", he grabs a big ring, it looks like a chew-toy ring for some reason still big enough to fit his cock through, "You put this in your mouth.. waddaya say.. I get you to cum, then afterwards you suck my dick, wearing the anti-dick-biting-ring", he jerks his cock inside his sweat-pants, "Deal?" "Oh you kinky man." She grins as she gets up with him, moaning slightly as his cock brushes up against her folds through the skin-tight Mercy suit. She walks to the bedroom with him, loving the low vibrations. She does make a pitstop to grab her belt and cape, just so that he gets the full experience. She fits her mask in place then eyes him. "You playing the supervillain again?" She smirks as she moves forward into their rather expansive bedroom. Despite what getting raped in real life is like, she actually likes the little role-playing games that he comes up with to spice up their sex life.Knight Hawk pants hard as he resists a little. "Why would I bite you? You do the gag and you only get half the pleasure." She grits her teeth together. "Alright, fine, whatever, just get me off already!" She glares at him rolling her hips again and again. She's definitely moist down there but not exactly cumming just yet. Of course, if he does, she'llexplodeinto multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm. Her juices not only fill that glass, but could do ten more. After she finishes she's not even spent yet, waiting for him to untie her so she can beat him into the ground. Fat bastard is going topay. Mark smirks as he walks away, he enters his own private closet, a walk-in closet alright and grabs his clothes. The black leather boots and gloves fit like a charm, as does the spandex suit. It's full body, but he's made it so he can pull his cock out through the front. It feels a hell of a lot better that way, even so he walks into his bedroom and watches his wife place the mask on, as she does he switches the button into high gear, "Oooh.. did that get your attention super-cunt?"Knight Hawk's new found friend simply smiles as she speaks to him, as she finally relents he places the ring besides him. "Alright..", slowly he approaches her, from behind. The device she's attached to isn't actually located on the wall, it's a foot from it, but she can't see that. As he comes to her back he runs his fat fingers across her taut shoulders, down her curved back before smacking her ass. As she starts to climax though he quickly spots that she'll fill the jar and then some and kicks it, "Ooh.. will you look at that.. guess you cum too hard.. well too bad.. that means you lose, see the jar isn't fully filled", he flashes a smirk at Knight Hawk from behind as he sinks to his knees. Bending her back just a little he starts to dig his tongue into her sweet teen crotch again, "Mmgnhh mppphh.. uuhhmmm", he's drinking his full alright. Lauren gets her mask situated and then turns as she faces Mark down. They've gone to a couple of comic book conventions to support their daughter's drawing skills, and as requested by Mckenzie, they both dressed up in costume. Her as one of Mckenzie's characters and him as well one of her villains. Then Mac would go as Huntress or something not one of hers but well she's just glad she was there to fend the men off of her. That girl, in spandex, can attract some dirty minds. Naturally her daughter loves the attention she gets when she does it. She smirks at Mark as he comes through and pops her hips off to one side. "Looks like I've caught you in the act again--hnnnngh!" Oh he doesn't normally do it that early! Lauren drops to her knees and hands as her crotch vibrates. She creams herself immediately throwing one hand between her legs as she tries to get off on it some more...she just hopes he's also in a rather rough and tumble mood, she loves getting tossed over railings and down the steps!Knight Hawk watches him as he disappears behind her. He then smacks her ass and she creams herself hard. She watches as he kicks the jar over and gasps. "Bastard!" She yelps again as she feels his tongue across her teen snatch, even through the spandex of her pants. She's sent into spasms, bucking and writhing, moaning loudly as he continues to tongue fuck her as she fills him up with her orgasmic juices. After he's done with that she is panting, her big breasts heaving and straining against the material of her spandex sports bra. "Going to...unnngh...kill you." Mark smirks as he walks up to Mercy, watching her frig between her legs. "Get up you dirty slut", he says, wrapping his hand into her hair and yanking her upwards. He stares his wife right in her face, but there's no real hate in his eyes. It's clear he's playing as he smashes his knee between her thighs, the vibrator small enough not to be damaged. A second later Mercy gets tossed face-first into a nearby wall, "There's no denying my powers dear.. I'm stronger then you..", he grins before pushing up behind his wife, she can feel his cock between her legs, he jerks it, hitting her right in the vibrator. Smirking he holds her there, "Do you submit Mercy.. do you plead your name?"Fatso grins as he finally comes up from drinking his fill, he burps loudly, right into her face, gah it smells of girl cream and lots off it, still she finds her pants slowly being rolled down now. "Oh.. wait.. I forgot.. you were supposed to suck my dick first..", he grins before spanking her ass. Walking to the front he stares into her angry face, "Wow.. your pissed, so I guess putting this", he holds the ring up, "into your mouth would be dangerous.. hmmm", he stares at the desk nearby, there's a dart gun on it, ".. I could use this.. but I like you to be wide awake when I put my dick up your tight ass..", he snaps his fingers, "I know it!", he calls the robot, the same that had been driving, as fat as he is, so thin is the robot, he grabs the ring though and walks towards Knight Hawk without a care in the world. The first fist or leg she throws he grabs hold, halting her progress. "Query: Master why does this female resist your temptation?", he shrugs, the robot turns towards Knight Hawk and poses a similar question. "Nnngh!" She grunts out as she looks into her husband's eyes. Likewise, there's no hate there, just wanton lust for her husband. He looks really good in that spandex suit. Though then he drives his knee up between her thighs, forcing her tits to bounce. Then she's turned and finds her face slammed into the wall. "Nnnngh" Then his cock is there pressing the vibrator even more fully between her folds. She moans hotly. "Never. You'll never break me!" She softly, oh so very softly jerks her head back to hit him in the nose and fight her way away from him. She stumbles from their master an out onto the catwalk above their foyer and on the other side their living room. Further down the hall is the flight of stairs...Mac growls at the man in front of her with the gag. Then at the robot as it works it's way over to her. She does try to swing at it, but it catches her restrained fist in it's palm. "He's trying torapeme. He's fat and ugly, and nasty, and he's trying to RAPE me." She shouts at the robot. "He also made a deal that he just broke. He said he'd let me go!" She cries out, although is silently glad the vibe is no longer against her teen snatch. The shaved pussy very tight, molding perfectly with her body. Truthfully she'd look outstanding completely in the nude... Mark groans slightly as his wife buries her head against his nose, he stumbles back, he feels it, but it's not half as bad as what she could do. He sees her going for the walkway though and runs after her, as she gets near to the stairs he tries to sweep her legs. The stairs go one way and it's a straight flight down as well, as she falls he tries to push her towards them. He know she loves it, that and she knows how to fall down the stairs and not break the banisters.The Robot nods at what she says, "Enlightened: I see, well if my Master made an agreement then that must be obey-", the fat guy shakes his head as he taps another button, when the robot's eyes turn back they are glowing slowly beneath his metal facade. "I see that my Master won your argument, whatever you have to say is invalid, also my master is not fat and ugly and nasty, these things hurt his feelings..", as she opens her mouth again to speak the Robot quickly shoves the ring into her mouth, if she tries to bite down she finds that it's made off much the same stuff as her bonds, it also keeps flexing back. As he watches Fatso has already removed his trouser snake, the one who's venom is leaking allover the floor, there's already a pretty big puddle. With her full view of it though she can see the thick veins on it, throbbing as he watches her. Mercy yelps as she finds herself falling, then is shoved in her breasts so that she's going down the stairs. She tumbles and falls until she reaches the bottom landing , her but jiggling with her cape wound tightly around her head. She's out cold, whether Mark meant to do that or not, she actually hit her head wrong on one of the stairs leaving her relatively motionless at the bottom of the stairs...her hot body ready to be raped!"He didn't he said if I--mmmrrrmph!" She struggles with the gag, trying to bite down hard enough to break it, but it doesn't work. Instead she's left to stand there as the robot does it's thing and the Fatso over there pulls out his anaconda of a manhood. She shakes her head violently trying to pull away from him though it does no good at all. The teen heroine screams at him and tries to think of some way out of this. She doesn't want to be raped! When Mercy wakes up she's been stripped of her mask and Mark is holding it, he's got his hand spreading it wide as he watches his wife. "My my, your a hot babe.. tell me honey-tits, are you a MILF, because if you aren't, damn you definitely should be", he slowly moves her mask towards his member and slides it over. He groans softly as he starts to beat himself off, Mercy is tied up, only normal ropes and she could bust through with ease if need be.Knight Hawk's luck isn't improving as the fat tub of man-lard grabs a nearby set of steps, behind her, the robot grabs hold off her arms, but fails to do anything about her legs. As Knight Hawk can see, the thing is on wheels so she could wait for him to get atop it before kicking it over. Or at least half-way, all the way to the top would probably have him spearing her pretty mouth across that large.. dripping with sugary sweet cum-cock, and she doesn't want that... does she? Her husband definitely knows what she likes. Mercy is tied to a pole in their basement, her wrists and ankles tied so that she's secured to it with the option of tying her thighs up as well, if he wanted to put a vibrator between her legs. Her cape is gone and she mock glares at him as he slides her mask over his dripping cock. She bites down on her bottom lip. It's getting harder and harder to stay in character. "You'll never get to my daughter, you fiend." She snaps at him...Knight Hawk's luck finally seems to be improving. The robot practically frees her just so it can hold her arms behind her back. She glares at Fatso as he pulls the stairs on wheels over to her, and then starts to climb them. She waits and bides her time until he's nearly on the top then lashes out with her mile long, coltish legs to drive at one support of the stairs. She's hoping not only to send it away, but to make it spin and crash into the wall opposite her. She then aims to lash her arms forward andripthe robots arms off! If she's able she'll then aim a round house kick at the robot's head before bolting for the door!

Tights, Capes, and Masks. Oh my! (Lirliel and Darwishi)

A Students Make the Best Sex Slaves (Zero and Pyana)

( looked nothing like the lewd, half naked pic she had sent the stranger last night via email along with her favorite rape fantasies. That girl had her ass-long brown hair down, was dressed in a tiny cropped black t-shirt pulled up over her soft C cup tits, revealing rosy pink hard nipples. That girl wore nothing over a pair of panties that had one thin hand buried beneath them, her head thrown back and honey brown eyes closed in the very picture of teenage ecstasy.But now seventeen year old April looked different, dressed in a lavender draping tank top held to her body by thin black straps over her shoulders. A crocheted black mini skirt barely (and arguably) reached school code in the middle of her sleek golden tanned thighs. She wore small black pumps, and had that long chestnut brown hair pulled up in a neat twisted knot on the back of her head. She was strutting down the school hallway as if she owned it, notebook in hand, waving at her friends, stopping to chat with a few. But not for long. She had business to attend too. Her fellow student's wanted fresher foods in the salad bar.Yes, she looked very different. But there was no question it was the same girl. The girl that was president of the student council, straight A student, top performer on the debate team, and surely to be voted most likely to succeed was the same lewd slut who begged men to rape her on online forums. She teased them, loved how they lusted for her at the same time she craved to be under them. She didn't want to be the president of the student council, she wanted to be under every male member of it. She didn't want to be the straight A student except in Sex Ed. But when you have grown up being pushed to excel - it was hard to change. So she turned down the dates that might have left her open to explore her budding sexuality. She declined to go to parties, even knowing any boy in the school would love to get her naked at those parties. Oh yes the boys tried. They flocked to the slim, elegant girl. They tried every trick in the book to get her naked - or even halfway there. But she just smiled and moved on, leaving them frustrated and alone.She breezed into the school office, greeting the school secretary cheerfully, answering a question in regard to her absentee parents currently on a trip to Europe, and then politely knocked on the Principle's closed door. Jake Kail had been the principal at Alavar High School for a few years now. It was a job he had always wanted, and he had turned down other careers which could have brought him more money and perhaps a better lifestyle to be here. It was all about the perks, the fact that he was not only in charge, but could easily be around pretty and nubile young females... in the prime of their lives. He wasn't dumb, and during his stay he simply waited for the right opportunity to present itself, handling his daily role giving the teachers and students what they needed.Of course, Jake could have never dreamed of the opportunity which had come his way. He was a member of several BSDM forums, a very passive participant as he enjoyed browsing the scene rather than actively participating in fantasy playtime. It was just weeks before that he stumbled upon a picture of a young girl, cropped to hide her face and any distinguishing features... Jake couldn't help but stop over it to take a look. It took him a few minutes but, the more that he looked at it, the more convinced that he knew who it was. He made contact with the girl and after a few back and forth sessions where he aggressively demanded of to see her fully, to indulge her in her fantasies did she send him proof of who she was.April Baxter. The student council president who met with him almost every other day. From the moment she took office she had been a bit of a thorn on his side. Being an excellent debater, she often won arguments with him, forcing him to spend more on the students than he wanted and requiring him to do extra work in order to accommodate her various needs. She hadn't been a pushover like other presidents before her, making empty promises and allowing Jake to do as he wished with the student budget.But all that was about to change, now that he knew April's secret. He had the half-nude image of her up on his computer when she had knocked, having already masturbated to it once that day, and collecting his cum from it for use later. He minimized the window before walking over to the door to open it up for her, as he smiled. "Nice to see you again Miss Baxter, have more requests for me? I actually have something I wanted to discuss with you as well, so please come in." He told her, as he opened the door up as he waited for her step inside before closing it. His office was at the very far end of the school building, and his door was thick so, not much sound could be heard going in and out. Perfect for what he planned to do, especially since he had offhandedly mentioned to his secretary that she could leave early if she wanted.Jake himself was a middle-aged man, handsome still but moreso in an experienced way. He had short black hair had maybe one white or two within, but nothing too much, while his pale blue eyes had the look of someone who was very knowledgeable, perhaps even wise. He was wearing dress pants and a simple dress shirt, giving off a professional look but not too formal. He was lean and fit, clearly took good care of his body by going to the gym, but not the kind of young and athletic like the young jocks of the school. Today, he kept a little closer to April than he normally did, his eyes on her face as a sign of respect. He didn't need to fantasize about undressing her, he already knew what she looked like underneath her clothes. Now all that was left was to get her into a vulnerable position, and then give to her the fantasies she had e-mailed him about.But not yet, first to hear her out, to get her nice and comfortable so she suspected nothing. He walked back over behind his desk and sat down, putting his hands on the desk as he spoke again. "So, what business do you have for me today?" April smiled at Mr. Kail as he ushered her into his office. She enjoyed these meetings. Not only did the obvious benefits win her many friends at the school, but she got to match wits with an intelligent adult. It certainly did quite a bit for her ego when she so often came out on the winning side. She couldn't blame him entirely though she was usually the one presenting her ideas so had plenty of time to prepare for them, while he got blindsided by her carefully prepared arguments. The same thing would happen today, and she had no doubt she would win. Other student government presidents went and asked, and offered feeble excuses as to why. April approached her position like a job, she was always prepared, always dressed nicely for their meetings."Yes, Sir. Several of the students have approached me with a request. I researched it and decided it was a legitimate request. I am sure you will find it to be the same." She sat down in the offered chair, smoothing her skirt as she did so. There was no point in making him wonder if it met school code. It did - when she was standing. But the knit material tended to ride up her bare legs when she sat down.Outside the secretary began preparing to leave. The Principle had no more appointments today and it was the second to the last period of the day."The student body is in agreement that we need fresher food on the salad bar. I have personally examined the bar at different times during the day. The first period that eats has really fresh food, but I don't think the lunchroom ladies change out the food unless it disappears. By the third period I have seen wilted and browned lettuce, soggy and warm tomatoes, limp cucumber, and warm diced eggs. Here is a graph showing how the nutritional value in fresh salad foods decreases greatly in a short amount of time." She opened her notebook, sliding an outstanding color graph across his desk. Her fingernails were painted a bright berry pink. "This is a printout of the Federal guidelines for school nutrition." She slid that over as well, a printout from the library no doubt. "As you can see the nutritional value to the later periods is below federal guidelines. Simply having the lunchroom ladies put out fresh food for each lunch period - whether it has been eaten or not - will make sure federal guidelines remain fulfilled by the school. Plus changing out the food will ensure the school is not the victim of lawsuits due to food poisoning. Warm eggs in particular are extremely unhealthy."She sat back with a pleased smile, proud of herself. Who could argue with federal guidelines and health and safety concerns? If this had been a normal meeting, Jake's smile would have disappeared when April brought out the color graph detailing how the nutritional value of food decreased over time. While April's points were definitely well thought out, she always did have a little way of putting her own spin on things, to press on matters that, at least Jake thought, couldn't matter less. The whole topic that April was bringing up served a very small part of the student population. Her little diagram didn't take into account the fact that most of the student population chose fries over fresh food, which was why they went bad as the periods went on, rather than getting changed.That, and the way that she said it. She was sure that he would find it the same? Oh, he was going to very much enjoy knocking her down a few pegs. Well, maybe that was being conservative, by the time he was done with her, she'd barely be able to stand on her own two legs, let alone that high horse she currently rode around on.He tapped his fingers on the desk, stalling a little for time to give his secretary time to clear out, which would leave them alone. No one would even think to walk near, especially when the automatic lights in the other room shut off. At that point, April could make all the noise in the world, and no one would come. He looked forward to hearing that more animalistic side of her, than all of this bullshit she was trying to sell him."That's going to be a lot of wasted food you know Miss Baxter. Not to mention we probably don't have enough stock to refresh the food every period. Our budget barely passed last year, and actually I've been wanting to discuss whether or not you've reached out to the student body to maybe help ensure our budget passes this year. You are, for our budget yes?"Jake wanted to throw the young girl a bit of a curve ball. He had mentioned it before, that the president needed to cooperate with the principal in order to do things like pass the budget. Would she be prepared or get flustered over it? Either way, he still needed to stall her until he could see the automatic lights in the next room shut off, signifying that there was no one out there anymore. His question caught her off guard, the the confidence in her eyes changing to a startled look. She hesitated, her elegant fingers fumbling with the notebook in her lap. But she recovered quickly. As a matter of fact, it seemed she decided to play hardball."I realize the budget is tight, Mr. Kail. But this is not about just any issue. This is about the health and safety of the student body. There is no more important issue than that. I realize that the lunchroom ladies complain of the wasted food, but would YOU eat at a salad bar with browning lettuce and warm egg salad? No one would who cared about their health. However if the food was fresher I have no doubt that more students would eat it. As for the budget, how can you expect me to push for a new budget when the current budget does not even address the most basic needs of the students - fresh and healthy food? Or even comply with federal standards? However if those needs are met, then I can assure you that I will personally collect signatures from the student body in support of the budget. Not only that I will give a speech as well at the school board budget meeting supporting your budget, provided of course it meets the student's needs."She smiled. It was not a terribly cocky smile, she tried to keep it pleasant. Even white teeth, those delicious pink lips curling up at the corners with a very edible sweetness. But it was an infuriatingly pleased smile, she was certain she was winning. Not only was she offering him something that many considered to be her duty anyway, but she had made it clear that his giving in to the demands of the student body would mean she would do a good job of that duty. Otherwise, she would not be so supportive. She sat primly, her bare knees turned ever so slightly to the side, her back straight and off the back of the chair. The girl was all business, as if fighting for a fresh serving of salad food truly did mean the health of her fellow students. In her mind she envisioned herself at a board meeting, combating a hostile CEO, making her point with clarity and precision. Most of her nonsexual fantasies revolved around the business world, and quite a few of her sexual ones. Several of those, she remembered, she had sent to the stranger online last night. The faintest of blushes tinged her cheek as she remembered what she had done. What had possessed her, letting the man talk her into sending her a picture like that? While it was admirable that April could recover so quickly, just something about her little speech rubbed him very wrong. His smile disappeared, and he couldn't help but give her a little cold stare. Not only was she attempting to give him no choice but to comply wish her little request, but she barely promised him anything when it came to his own. Passing the budget was one of the most important jobs he had, surely she had understood that. And yet, she seemed much more interested in winning a silly argument about fresh food."One of your responsibilities, Miss Baxter, is to make sure that you're making good on your promises. I believe when you were elected, you promised to be much more active in the student community, I think simply collecting signatures is hardly enough. Assume that I grant this request, Miss Baxter… I'm going to be asking this year for a fifteen percent increase due to all of your student body needs."Slowly he stood up as if to make a point. It was deliberate, as he made his way around his table before beginning to pace around her, something he hadn't done before."I'd like you to promise me something April. Promise that you will in fact, push for my budget… there's been rumors about that not even you support my budget." He walked over to her and put a little hand on her shoulder. "That couldn't possibly be true could it?" His reaction caught her off guard, her slender body stiffening slightly as he walked around her. Her shoulder flinched as his hand dropped on it."N..no, Sir." It was the first sign of a crack, a small stutter. "I have every intention of doing everything in my power to ensure that not just the student government but the entire student body supports your budget, provided of course that it fulfills the needs of our student body." She was beginning to get the sense that this power play may have been a wrong step, but was not yet willing to back off. It wasn't blackmail, not really. It was just letting him know where her primary consideration was. It was not with him and his budget, but with the student body. As long his budget supported the needs - or rather wants - of the student body, she would support his budget."Perhaps I can gather some testimonials from some of the students regarding your leadership here, Mr. Kail." It was an additional incentive. "That's not a promise, April. You know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions… and the more I hear you avoiding the truth of the matter, the more suspicious it is. The needs of the student body is ever changing… what is to stop you from deciding any little thing will prevent you from supporting my budget hmm?" Jake was enjoying himself, liked that she had stuttered when he put his hand on her shoulder. It was just a glimpse into her real self, that soft core within her hard shell. While her fate was set already, Jake would take great pride if he could force a retraction, an admitted loss from April without resorting to exploiting her weakness.His hand left her shoulder, but on its way, he let it touch her face, her neck as if on accident even though he wanted her to feel his touch on her skin, a male's flesh upon her own if even for a second. Slowly he made his way in front of her again, as he leaned forward, his hands propped his body up by holding onto the chair's armrests."Work with me here, I believe I mentioned when you first took office… A student council president needs a working relationship with her principal. So far, you've been requesting quite a lot without giving anything back. Isn't that irresponsible of you?"It was finally Jake now on the attack, using much more direct tactics on April to get her to relinquish her power. He would have never done something like this if it hadn't been for the fact that now there was no danger of her accusing him of harassing her. That was always the shield she could have hid behind, although previously it was just a given that she had the upper hand because of it. That shield was broken now, something Jake knew but April likely did not. After all, how could he possibly harass a girl whom had begged him to rape her. April suddenly felt cornered, in a way she had never been with him before. She had lost rounds with him before, of course. Not many - but it had happened. But something else was going on here, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. His hand left her shoulder as he walked away, brushing across her neck and cheek. She could still his fingers hot against her skin. Just the touch of a man was enough to send her backpedalling."I...I wouldn't do that, Sir. I mean, the salad bar is important. But I wouldn't say any old thing could make me not support the budget." It sounded all wrong, and she tried again. "I mean, I would support the budget. Because its better for the students." It sounded lame, even she could sense that. He advanced on her again, leaning down, his hands on the arms of her chair as she leaned back, widened brown eyes staring at him as he got uncomfortably close. Her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling in the draping tank top. She swallowed hard, trying to recover, not realizing it was too late."N..no...I mean....I didn't meant to. You haven't asked for much. And...and it's my job to tell you what the student body wants." She couldn't look him in the face, her anxious eyes looking everywhere BUT at him. Suddenly, desperately, she wanted this interview over."I...I promise to support the budget. And...and I guess if the lunchroom ladies just out out less and change it out more, it would be fine..." She glanced down a her wrist, decorated only with a little golden bracelet. No watch. That didn't stop her from trying, though."I think it's getting late, Sir. I should probably go to my last period."She had never cared about her classes before, and would cheerfully take up his entire day with silliness if he allowed it. She could easily keep up with her classes without being in them. But now they were an escape, and how could the principle possibly argue with the desire of a student to be in her class, especially when she had just handed him the argument on a golden lunch platter? For all of her preparation, it was really quite the sight to see how quickly April backpedals when he pushed the issue a little. Rather than the confident buisness girl she had walked into the office with, now she was giving even more than he had asked for simply because he was invading her personal space a little. The more and more ground she gave, the more confident that Jake became. He thought about the very long winded rape fantasies she had e-mailed to him, vague enough to let Jake know that she was far from experienced, but with just enough detail in certain places that she had done her research on it, just like her silly requests to him.He pulled away when she requested however, knowing he didn't have much physical leverage on her when she was sitting in the chair. While he might have had his doubts when she had walked into the room, the way that her eyes so quickly look downwards and the manner at which she submitted to his demands was just a small peek into her true nature. Jake's eyes took a quick glance over to his doorway in order to confirm that it was dark in the other room, before turning back over to April to address her."I'm glad to hear that I have your cooperation, Miss Baxter. I have one last request for you before you return to class if you could please, I'd like you to go over something I have on my computer." He told her, as he stood still between her and the doorway, as he raised his arm and motioned for her to proceed behind his desk and look at the computer screen. He would follow closely behind her, and push the chair out of the way so that she wouldn't be able to sit, as leaned up right behind her, pressing his lean, strong body up against her own as he navigated the mouse to a document on the desktop, opening it up for her to read in a relatively small font, to force her to lean in further."This is the document I drew up for your request last week on replacing and adding books to the school library. Tell me whether it's to your liking or not." He asked her, as he now boxed her in, making it so she'd have to do a bit of acrobatics to even get away from him, and making it even more difficult for her to do anything without touching his body in some way. She was too relieved when he walked away from her to protest taking the time with something else. No sooner was he backing off than she relaxed with a soft sigh, wondering how he had gotten to her so quickly, so thoroughly. She stood up, her lean body twisting slightly to place her notebook in the empty chair. The movement pulled the thin draping tank top against her pert young breasts. With a faint smile at him, she stepped behind his desk, only aware of how closely he was following her when he moved the chair before she could sit down in it. Suddenly she felt suffocated by his presence again, her skin prickling, her throat dry as she bent over the desk to read the tiny print. His hard body moved to bend over hers, his voice was a murmer in her ears as he clicked with the mouse, his breath warm against her ear. She couldn't even read it if she tried, her mind was too dazed and numbed by the sheer intimacy of their position.She was painfully aware of the vulnerable position she was in, with her small round ass thrust out, her skirt drawing much higher up her thighs than the acceptable school length, her tank top drooping slightly, giving a glimpse of the creamy side of her breast and the edge of a cream-colored silk bra. A quick jerk of her skirt, a yank on her panties - and her virginity would be a thing of the past. She would masturbate about this later, she was certain. It would spawn a new fantasy she would write to her new demanding friend online that she was already starting to think of in terms of "Master". She should protest, should stand up and insist he back off and read it, but...she didn't want too. It was all so awkward, she would be embarrassed if she had to say anything. It was all completely innocent, after all this was Mr. Kail, not some perverted dark man from her fantasies."Umm, it...it looks fine." It may not have even been such a document for all she knew. She hadn't read a word of it. She tried to focus, but that hard male body against hers made it impossible. "Nonsense." Jake replied, almost cutting her off when she told him that it looked fine. He could tell that she was distracted, that she barely looked at the document and was clearly thinking of more naughtier things. His hand moved to clamp over her own, as he guided it over to the mouse and scrolled down it, revealing that in her distracted state, she hadn't even looked at the whole thing before telling him that it was fine."It's very unbecoming of a student council president to lie so blatantly like that. What's wrong, Miss Baxter? You look like you're preoccupied with something, that there's something on your mind. Maybe it's the skirt that you're wearing that's not to school code?" He asked, as he pressed tugged at her skirt a little, before feeling up her round ass in order to pull her skirt down to where a more 'conservative' skirt should have been, down hear her knees. Of course, that meant the skirt was now already half off her waist, and was now binding her legs together."Maybe you need a little punishment hmm? Say, 'I'm sorry for lying'", He told her, before he gave her a light spank, pressing her hips against the table so that she had no leverage to get up. Sure, she could try and headbutt him, but he was ready for that as well should she try. He had her exactly where he wanted her, vulnerable… trapped. He could fulfill her wishes at anytime, but first… he wanted to toy with her first. See how far he could act like a principal before she realized that he shouldn't be able to do these things and resists. Then of course, he'd simply apply more force, and dominate her until she submitted to him. She stared down at his hand covering her own, her thin elegant fingers barely able to be seen underneath his. It was such a little expression of control, why did it make her knees so weak? Why could she hardly breathe? She was trembling as he almost whispered in her ear, reprimanding her...for lying? Lying about what? She saw the tiny font in front of her...oh....that...Then his hand was yanking her skirt down and she let out a gasp, her body stiffening. Did he REALLY just do that? She could feel her ass exposed now, the skirt clamping right over her crotch, wrapping tightly around her slender pale thighs, keeping them squished together. Punishment? She turned her head, honey-colored eyes staring in shock at him, flaring when his hand came down with a light slap on her round little ass, right on top of her pale yellow cotton bikini panties. Her reaction was instinctive, her hips jerking, a faint adorable sounding whimper. Her cheeks flamed scarlet as she slid her free hand behind her back, fingers fumbling for the waistband of her skirt, trying to tug it up over her ass. She chose not to contest his possession of her other hand, allowing it to remain under his larger fingers.But even then she was trying to appease him, a panicked edge on her voice."I..I'm sorry for lying, Mr. Kail." She was disoriented, almost dizzy, trying to figure out what was going on. It was hard to think with him so close to her. "I need to get to class, Sir. I should go..." She stiffened her body, waiting for him to move so she could stand up. Perhaps it was the fact that the situation she was in was so surreal, or maybe it had to do with the fact that deep inside she wanted this… whatever the case may be, there was really no logical reason why April shouldn't be trying to escape, or at least demanding her release. Instead, she simply repeated her feeble excuse for needing to get to class, that she should go.It had been April's whimper, the soft sound of panic and possibly even pleasure in her voice that illicited a noticeable reaction in his pants. Of course, with his hips pressing against hers, she'd be able to feel the bulge as well… the feel of his length getting bigger, harder. He made no move to let her go, to let her stand up. Instead, he let the hand which had been pressing up against her butt gave it another spank… before he became more bold, pulling down her panties to reveal one of her buttcheeks as he spanked her once more, this time directly touching her skin."You don't sound very sorry April. In fact, if I didn't know any better you sound like you're turned on. Are you turned on by being spanked? Do you get off on being a bad girl, April?" He asked her, before he dropped any pretense that this was lacking sexual connotation by moving his hands directly onto her erogenous zones. The hand which had held her own attacked her exposed breast, gaining all too easy access through her tanktop as he firmly grasped her mound and squeezed, his fingers expertly clamping over her nipple in order to give it a gentle squeeze.Meanwhile, the hand which had been touching her ass slid down between her legs. His fingers were together, maximizing the surface area he touched as he slid right over her entrance to locate it, before his index and ring finger marked where the sides of her slit was, while his middle finger began to stroke her. He wanted her wet, wanted her excited. In her e-mail, the man she described fucking her was actually quite lacking. Poor inexperienced girl did not realize one size did not fit all for a man, and unfortunately… or perhaps, fortunately for April, her new master's cock was quite a bit bigger than even those she might have seen in her research. April was very, very sorry indeed. She wished she had never pushed him so far, wished she had never worn her skirt even though it was her favorite. She wished she was back in the safety of her room fantasizing about this, not actually dealing it it, her stomach sick as she tried to decide what to do. Should he protest? Scream and run? It just...it seemed so awkward, and so...so...so rude! He hadn't done anything terribly bad. Maybe if she just ignored it he would stop. Maybe if she....but he ignored her fumbling hand, giving her pert little ass another spank that left her stunned. The first had been bad enough, she could perhaps explain that away as some wierd principle thing. But this was becoming unexpectedly sexual - and blatently so. She had to do something...had to say something...her panties were pulled down, his fingers rough on her bare ass, A hiss of breath through her teeth as the sound of his skin slapping down on her naked asscheek resounded in the office. It tingled deliciously, and her skin prickled. Then his hands were on her, stroking her and touching her in her most intimate places. One warm solid hand cupping and squeezing her soft breast, the heat searing through her thin bra. The other hand diving between her legs, past the little crease at the bottom of her round asscheeks, sliding against her...oh gods she was wet? It sent her into a panic that finally demanded action.With a strangle cry she lurched forward, trying to crawl across the desk, her hands scrabbling, knocking papers onto the floor. She was impaired by her skirt, still wrapped around her thighs, stopping her from lifting her knees to crawl over the desk. So she tried to drag herself, her fingers clutching at the far edge of the desk and pulling. It made her a delicious sight, stretched over the desk like an offering, her skirt yanked down, her panties pulled down enough to reveal plump soft creamy ass. She wiggled there like a hooked fish, trying desperately to squirm that hot little bod away from him. Oh god she was so hot. That's all that Jake could think about as April finally attempted to resist, her hands clearing off his table, her fingers clutching her desk as she tried to pull her body over. But it was really futile, especially with his body pressing her hips against the desk, she wasn't going anywhere. The one thing she was doing though, was making Jake more excited. Rather than continuing to pleasure her, he moved his hands once again, one sliding up to her head as he grabbed a fistful of her hair before giving it a quick little yank, and then pushing her head down onto the table. It was a bit of a powerplay himself, to stun her a little in order to give his other hand time to undo his belt, and pull down his pants.He could have penetrated her right then and there. His hand forcing her face down, her body unable to do anything but squirm in his grasp. But, where was the fun in that? Sure, she had listed it in her fantasy, a nameless man raping her. But, Jake wanted this to be much more personal. She had been a thorn at his side since the day she took office, arguments… teasing. All of that was going to be over, and he wanted not only to fuck her pretty little brains out, but to make her submit to him, to force her to worship him.Pushing his pants and boxers away, he stepped out of them before pulling at her hair again, as he turned her body over. His other hand flipped her skirt up before dragging her panties down as he pushed her hips up and onto the table, now only letting her legs dangle off at her knees. Getting onto the table himself, he pushed his cock right up against her entrance as it slid against her folds, coating it a little in her fluids, as he gave her a first look at his massive member. Not only was its length abnormally long, but it's girth almost seemed inhuman… as he waited for her reaction to seeing what was now threatening to penetrate her petite frame."Why are you trying to run April? I thought you said you weren't going to run from any problems, no matter the size. What do you think of my little problem here hmm? Think it can be solved by your body? Hmm" He asked, as his hands slid along her thin arms as he pinned her wrists down onto the desk before moving his hips slowly, teasingly, allowing his length to once again travel along and against her folds, before resting his tip right up against her entrance, threatening to penetrate. Fantasizing about rape was different than experiencing it. In fantasy there was none of the fearful pounding heartbeat, none of the awkwardness of a man close to you, his hands demanding things you were not ready for, not prepared for, did not want. In fantasy there was none of the crude, mocking....well...maybe there was. But in fantasy you never actually felt the pain. Like the pain when Mr. Kail grabbed her hair, her scalp burning and hot tears sprang into her eyes. Or when he rapped her forehead against the wooden desk, bringing an indignant screech of pain out of the teenager. She heard his clothes rustling and froze - not from the pain but from..from...from she didn't know what. Her fingers wouldn't move. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop but all that came out was a delicious little squeak. His clothes coming off confirmed it. This was real. Fantasy was over.She let out another soft cry of pain when he jerked her hair again, and then she was on her back, terrified eyes, deep wide pools of honey brown, swirling with hot tears. Candy pink lips, parted oh so slightly, begging for a hard kiss or a fat cock. Her hair was mussed by her struggles and her fingers, the elegant knot slipping dangerously, half her hair now out of it and spilling over his desk, long rich chestnut brown that almost matched the wood-tone of his desk. And when those cute yellow panties came down, damp from her juices...that delicious pussy, tightly folded lips, tiny little hole, fresh pink virgin fuckmeat. Glistening wet. The little slut. She was all but dripping as she struggled when he was positioning her long, sleek teenage body, but her struggles were so weak, so indecisive, it was easy to read her confusion based simply off body language. Did she want it? Did she not? She knew she shouldn't. But there was that strong sexual need in her, the part that sent her online every night, talking about rape, about men taking her by force.And when his heavy male body crawled on top of hers she started shaking under him, tears trickling down her cheeks. And she hadn't even seen him yet. Hadn't paid any attention to his nakedness, all her attention was on her own. On her skirt up around her waist, her panties down around her knees, on her breasts aching inside her bra. They wanted out to play too. She smelled as delicious as she looked, faint hints of jasmine, her preferred perfume. His movements between her legs brought her head up, staring down her long body at his rape tool. Her gasp echoed in the room. He was obscenely big, and the idea of that big thing going into her tiny hole.... She was utterly terrified, even as her pussy drooled onto the desk."N..no...nooo please, it's too big, please it will hurt." She whimpered it out. What an odd thing now, to think of the boys in school laughing over jokes about girls saying things like that. 'That's what she said.' They would probably find her complaint hilarious. She tensed as she felt the slight pressure of him, throbbing angrily at her tiny hole. She sobbed pitifully, shaking her head wildly. "Nooooo." And yet, she wasn't really struggling. A few frantic little squirmings of that hot little half naked body under him, yes. But she wasn't fighting him, wasn't kicking or screaming...well...she wasn't screaming yet. Her wrists were so frail under hands, so small, so delicate. He could crush them if he wanted too. He could do anything to her he wanted too. Jake wanted to prolong it all as much as he could, the whole situation something he didn't think he'd experience again. If there was such thing as the sweet smell of a virgin, April was exuding more of it than Jake could handle. He held all of the power on top of her, he could penetrate her at any time, her now seemingly frail body trembling beneath him, as she gave a very token resistance while she cried out a totally different story. If this was her fantasy, he'd fuck her now, push his cock deep into her and she'd instantly get off. But Jake already knew better, her body wasn't ready for that. She was wet sure, but for her first time, and with how big his cock was… he doubted April would feel anything other than pain, in addition to perhaps damaging her.And that was really the last thing he wanted of his new prize. She was worried about the now, but the way that she submitted to him Jake could already feel the future. He needed to dominate her body AND mind. What better way of doing that then through a little 'negotiation'. His hands let go of her wrists, before moving over to her tanktop and bra as he forcefully pulled them down and freeing her breasts. He squeezed and pressed them together, before leaning in towards his face as he let his eyes stare into her own before whispering to her."Mmmm, how can I ignore a request from you April? Tell you what, I want you to titty fuck me. Put your body to good use for me, and I won't break you hmm? You perform well, and maybe I'll let you live." He told her, giving her an order and a threat to ensure her cooperation. He wanted not to simply use her as a one and done, but he wanted her to submit to him. What better way than to start it off than an order to force her to please him?He shifted his body, sliding his large and hard cock so that it now slid right inbetween her breasts, the tip well beyond her mounds as he move a hand back over to her hair and pulled her up so that she was directly facing it, so that she could see, and even smell a bit of precum sliding off of his circumcised slit. Although he had verbally threatened her, the hand not grabbing her hair slid down her body with a different purpose. The moment that she obeyed, that she began to suck him off and use her hands to put her breasts to work… he would slide his middle finger into her and give her some positive reinforcement… finger fuck her while she gave him pleasure to associate her submission, obedience with bliss. The ripping sound of her tank-top and bra being jerked down her body terrified her, the cloth tearing and separating under the force. She shrieked, her deliciously perky titties bouncing free, jiggling in delight, hard rosy nipples dancing for him before being captured by his pawing hands, surrendering to his fingers. Her recently freed hands came flying down to cover her tits, only to find his own hands already there. Tearful eyes blinked up at him as he calmly instructed her in what to do. It completely threw her off track. Perhaps she had fantasized about rape so often that when it finally happened to her, she subconsciously reacted like her fantasies. But this was different, and it was like cold water thrown into her face. Suddenly, cold hard reality stared at her, in the face of her Principle. Let her live?Her mouth repeated that word silently, live. A question, and a prayer. Rape had occured to her, of course. Death had not. Would he actually kill her? She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She would get through this. She would live, he would let her go, she would have him arrested. He moved over her, she could feel every single fat inch of that cock sliding up her body, aiming for right between the two fleshy pillows waiting for it. Her eyes clenched shut, trying to ignore it as her hands reluctantly moved to the sides of her breasts, slowly smashing their softness around him. But the denial so easy when she couldn't see was denied when his hands relentlessly pulled her head up, her eyes reluctantly opening to stare down at that fat drooling sausage between her bare tits. The head was right in front of her mouth, and without even realizing it, before she could stop herself, that wicked little candy tongue was flickering out, tasting him.Of course she was horrified at herself, that tongue with the little bit of pearly pre-cum clinging to it snapping back into her mouth, salty, bitter, but somehow...delicious. Then his finger sank into her juicy wetness, and she couldn't help the surge of her hips to meet it, welcoming it. Hot tears of shame spilled out of her eyes. Why didn't she have more control of herself? There was no help for it now though, his look made it clear what he expected, and reluctantly that wicked little tongue slid out again, wrapping around his cockhead. Then it pulled away, the staring flexing slit disappearing between her pale breasts, and she waited. It came back, and this time she met it with open lips, sealing them tightly around his thick mushroomed head, giving an experimental suck.April would die before she admitted it, but she rather enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth, alive and throbbing. Jake started off slowly, sliding his cock in her cleavage… just a little disappointed at April's lack of ability. While she had clearly taken his threat seriously and was performing the act, he couldn't help but want more pleasure out of her than this. He could have just fucked her, used her body like his little toy, and instead she was very mildly squeezing her breasts together for him, not even bothering to move them around at all. However, when her mouth started to play into it there was a bit of a different story. He couldn't help but groan when her tongue slid over his cock for a second time and wrapped around, before she finally took it into her mouth and sucking it a little. She obeyed, and at this point he had at least gotten his point across, but now to add that extra element.He slid his cock forward once again, waiting for them to slide into her pretty mouth, letting her think she could take her own pace. But, the moment she settled in, his hand jerked her head forward as he pushed more of his cock into her, before completely taking control over it all. With his hand holding her head steady, he began to slide his cock deep into her mouth, his balls smacking now against her breasts so that her whole mouth could be of use to him. Even if she tried she wouldn't be able to move her tongue out of the way, and he wanted her to suck, to be unable to force his cock out of her mouth. As he thrust into her mouth, a second finger joined the first within her own slit, as he fingered her in the same motion, hoping to pleasure her body and force it to associate more cocksucking with more pleasure."Oh yes April, come on… use your tongue! Use your fucking hands, make those breasts of yours useful. Don't tell me that you don't want this now, because you do. You want it and don't even lie to yourself. You want to be my pet, always did, especially coming to my office everyday. And pet's please their master's, don't they? Come on pet, do a good job and you'll get a reward. Do a bad one and I'll have to put you down." He told her, giving her the pleasure and threat once again, his fingers seeking within her walls that sweet sensitive spot to stroke, to push her body over the edge and be able to manipulate her into an orgasm to continue to reward her submissive behavior. He wanted to overwhelm her rational little mind with pleasure, to overload that logical part of her body, and coax out the girl he had met online, who responded to her master, who could not disobey.Plus, he doubted that even though he was raping her... she'd want to disappoint.

A Students Make the Best Sex Slaves (Zero and Pyana)

Screws Not Included [TiredEyes & bunnyshadow]

Name: Cassius "Cas" ThripeAge: 23Gender: MaleOccupation: Cas lived his life as a petty thief as well as a night time bartender at a rinky dink bar for thugs and goons. However, after stealing from a highly influential member of society, he ended up spending some time in the big house. This is where he is when the invasion starts, and thanks to the distraction and destruction formed by the beasts that invaded the city, Cas was able to make his way to freedom.Personality: Cas would be best described as a troublemaker that pushed other's buttons a little too hard. Ornery and troublesome, he enjoys watching others get blastingly angry until they either scream thier head off or try to kick his ass. Sometimes they succeed. However, upon first introductions, he often comes off as a charismatic, humorous, and fun-loving guy.Appearance: Standing at only 5ft 6", Cassius sports a head of wavy pale blonde hair which is cut at a shaggy length. His skin is tan and decorated with freckles all around, as well as various scars, including one that goes through his left eyebrow. He wears a few random tattoos that don't hold much meaning. His body is strong and compact, with lean muscles that he kept toned with his time in jail. His chin is lean and lacking any stubble growth yet, while his soft teal eyes are parted by a freckled button nose.Weapons: Though rash, Cas holds a certain caution in his weapons. Preferring ranged weapons, he packs an assortment of options. Strapped to his hip is a standard handgun, while a compound bow straps around his shoulders along with a sheath of hunting arrows. He makes sure to keep a slingshot handy for little jobs, as well as a dagger for any close trouble he finds himself in.Other: He quite enjoys the chaos that's going down in the world as it allows for him to do nearly whatever he wants without consequences. However, maybe consequences are coming his way. Name : Belial RonoveAge : 24Gender : MaleOccupation (?) : The one that earns him the most pay is hiring himself off as a mercenary. Often trading his skills to track down people in order to extract information for his clients. Notorious within close circles of the seedy underbelly of cities as being a ruthless killer that takes his time with his victims. One could hardly say that he’s bad at what he does, but Belial’s blood thirst often holds him back from being as efficient as he could be.Personality : Clever and sick minded, but gentle and tame to the untrained eye, he is capable of drawing people in with affectionate words and soft touches before crushing them with force; alluring with charm then killing with rage. Belial uses his silver tongue to manipulate those around him, and appears levelheaded and easygoing at first glance. Beneath his intricately woven mask of kindness is a temperamental and cruel man, constantly seeking to draw the blood of anyone or anything he can get his hands on. He gets a kick out of riling up the people around him, but does so in a standoffish and backhanded manner. Belial is sarcastic and always cracking jokes in bad taste, most of the time resulting in nobody laughing but himself.Appearance : Muscular and athletic, with toned abs and strong arms from years of training and fighting. He has chin length dark hair that frames one side of his face, longer strands sometimes falling across his forehead, though the other side is shaved in a sharp slope, as if he’d done it himself. Belial has a sharp jaw, tall cheekbones, softly arched brows and a slender nose; all features that are unnaturally soft in comparison to his vicious personality. He has striking, amber colored eyes, laced with different shades of yellows and golds.Abilities / Weapons (?) : Belial has a specific skill set that involves any sort of blade, more often than not relying on knives or other weapons of the sort to defend or attack. He uses his hands when he aches to feel the life drain from his enemies, and his knives when he wants to fulfill his even more deviant desires. His special ability he gained from the aliens is “eldritch abomination” which is the power to maneuver the souls of the entities that he has consumed, which can result in any sort of unnatural physical transformation to his own body depending on what he ate last. Belial is constantly fighting with the “voices” in his head that may or may not belong to the aliens he has eaten and continues to eat.Other : Having long moved on from more simply prey like rabbits, deer and wolves, Belial has settled on hunting humans, but even those are losing its intrigue. After meeting his first alien entity, Belial seemed keen on mastering the art of slaying them. However, as he continues to grow in power with the assistance of these aliens, it begs the question of whether the voices in his head actually belong to these deceased entities, or if he’s gone mad. The rain came down in sheets, the droplets so cold they burned as they pelted against the exposed skin of Belial’s neck and face, rolling down his flesh and trailing frigid strokes down his chest and back. One of his arms hung limply by his side, the wrist on that particular limb swollen and welted, a black and blue result from the creature that quivered and bled on the flooded soil underfoot. His other hand clenched tightly around the handle of a serrated blade, knuckles white from how hard he was holding on to the knife.Besides him, the monster shook and trembled, a mass of inky flesh and skin, pointed limbs and flaccid tentacles protruding from out of its weakened body. Through the darkness of the night, and the blur of the rain, scarlet eyes blinked intermittently, the large pupils fluttering open and shut as it screamed, howled and whimpered a single word from the mouth that split open the alien’s body.“Repulsive…”Belial arced his knife arm up into the air, teeth gritting together as the sky lit up momentarily when lightning sparked the air. The steel glittered red from the viscous blood that coated the blade from the battle, and moments later, Belial swung down, executing the creature with one final blow— the howl of pain swallowed by the rumbling of thunder that shook the heavens itself.Seconds later, a similar noise sounded, a low grumbling that echoed from the pits of Belial’s empty stomach. He fell to one knee, mud splashing across his trembling body as he held up his weight with the help of his knife. The hunger, pain and exertion of the past two days were far harder than anything the mercenary had to do— food and water was scarce, and any humans he encountered were dead, dying, or not even human at all.Belial collapsed into the wet earth, the fatigue catching up to him as he lay in a puddle of mud, his eyes half lidded as he shifted his gaze towards the still pile of the creature’s meaty corpse besides him. He reached towards one of the alien’s extra limbs, his fingers trembling as he gripped the strange appendage in his hand. Belial had always been a hunter, whether it be animals or humans, and predators like him ate the meat off their prey— and his prey just so happened to be an extraterrestrial beast. He forced himself up onto his knees, chest heaving from effort as he made his decision. Belial hefted the knife in his hands, his stomach twisting and turning as he used the tip of the blade to carve out a piece of monster meat.It was better than nothing.The last thing Belial could remember was traveling through the devastated city; managing to find a home with working power only after nearly one whole hour of searching— he was lucky that at least one of the hundreds of destroyed homes still ran on solar power. He boiled the meat in a pot filled with rainwater, the alien flesh bubbling in the hot water, filling the cold air with a unidentifiable smell that should have been warning enough for Belial to search for another food source instead.But he was justso hungry and tired…Any time before consuming the meat and after became a slurry of memories, as if he was constantly fading in and out of consciousness, similar to being blacked out on a drunken night out. Yet, it was completely different, more comparable to sleep paralysis when he was unable to control his body, trapped in his own mind as his legs brought him across miles and miles of land. It was a living nightmare, and everything ached and burned— his organs felt like they were being seared from the inside, and he found himself waking up in a cold sweat at a new place every time he opened his eyes, only to vomit until he collapsed and faded into unconsciousness once again.Belial lost a lot of time throughout the following days.He saw monsters during his travels, unsure if they were real or if they were figments of his imagination. Creatures scratched and clawed at his limbs when his eyes were shut, whispering in an alien language in his ears. For how long he was caught up in this terrible illness, body adjusting to the strange flesh that he had consumed, Belial didn’t know. Some hours he lost control of his limbs, the nerves frying and seizing out as he shook and twitched in the dark. Other hours he found himself paralyzed, unable to move and feeling as if he couldn’t even breathe even as he gulped air into his lungs. Lights flickered in and out of his vision, the only thing that helped him determine how much time had passed.Then, it was dark, and that was when he finally managed to gain some semblance consciousness again.As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself wandering around an empty street, the pavement of once beautiful roads overturned and cracked from the creatures that had stormed in an unknown amount of time prior. A heavy exhale ghosted past his lips as he slowly swiveled his head around, taking in his surroundings as he soothed his aching body with steady breaths.It was all a dream…Except it wasn’t.Belial looked down to see his hands covered in blood— the viscous liquid clinging to his skin and ragged clothing, staining him red and brown as he teetered forwards. He forced his gaze towards the sky, taking note that the last of the sun seemed to have just settled behind the horizon, pushing oranges and yellow rays of light across the crumbling buildings. Belial had no clue how much time had passed since his encounter with the creature he’d killed and ate, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.At least it wasn’t storming anymore.The ground was still marked with water, some areas still puddling in the deep crevices of the busted sidewalks. It could had been one day, or three since he’d been trapped in this waking nightmare, and he had no way of telling how much time had passed. He moved towards the first building he could make out, his partly functioning brain recognizing it to be a prison of some sort. Like all other structures Belial had encountered thus far, it appeared abandoned— no sign of human or even alien life outside, and probably none inside. As he approached the prison, his vision blurred, the fences swimming and doubling before his dull amber eyes misted, and he blindly grabbed a crumbling stone wall to support himself.It wasn’t until he managed to enter through the broken doors that formed the entrance of the prison that he felt a foul taste rising up from the back of his throat. He keeled over, eyes watering as he choked on his own vomit, his bile echoing loudly against the empty hallway as the nasty fluid splattered across the broken concrete.Repulsive…Belial shuddered as the familiar, rumbling voice reverberated through his very being, the sheer force of the word flooring him as it echoed through his delusional mind.“Who…” He trailed off, his own voice hoarse and broken as he responded to the statement.“Is… is anyone there?” Belial shouted in reply, or at least tried to, but his question cracked and stuttered as it echoed down the empty hall. His vision blurred once more, and he inhaled deeply as nausea overwhelmed his senses again.No response, at least for now. Ringing ears and pain signals from his left leg pulled the young man from his forced slumber and into the concrete cell that seemed to spin in his teal vision. After a few blinks of his enjoying lashes, the grey vision seemed to finally steady to a normal picture, though not a very interesting picture as it was just over the concrete ceiling adorned with various cracks. He took a deep breath into his lungs, though a raspiness in his throat caused a cough and a sputter to push back. It was only now that he could feel the screaming from every one of his aching nerves. His entire body felt as if he had been smashed between two semis-- not once, at least twice.He laid against the cold stone beneath him for quite a while, allowing his body to calm, as well as for the ringing to cease on his pained eardrums. As the echoing faded, a variety of different noises filled his ears but one that particularly stuck out was the wailing and yelling of various inmates that echoed through the halls. It wasn't a new occurrence to have the inmates yelling, however, normally it was in agitation and mockery to the guards but these yells were different. They were distressed. Finally finding the energy to make a movement, he pushed his bare and stinging elbows against the rough flooring and pushed his head and torso up to gaze around. As his gaze fell towards his legs, he now recognized why his leg had hurt so much. Pushing down on his shin bone was the heavy metal from his bunk bed that seemed to have been ripped from the wall and thrown down on top of him. Craning his neck backward to look above him, he could see the underneath of the upper bunk right above where his head had made an impression on the concrete. For once he was glad to be as short as he was-- any taller and he might have lost a head.Releasing a groan from his tan lips, he forced his body into a sitting position, grasping the metal frame and with any strength he had left, he lurched the structure just high enough to pull his throbbing leg from underneath. Now that he was free, the blonde pushed himself to stand, his bare feet cold against the cold flooring. Now that he was up, he began to examine his small cell curiously. He now saw how the bunk had toppled; those things were strapped to the walls, however, if a wall wasn't there, there was nothing to be strapped to. It looked as if something had torn through the stone walls from his neighboring cell. Had they been bombed? All he seemed to remember was that the guards hadn't arrived for wake up and then there had been a variety of odd noises and then he had blacked out.He figured he might as well take the opportunity to do some investigating. Cas brought his gaze over to where his things were piled up and they seemed all but untouched. Stepping over to them, he pulled his caution orange pants on, a set of socks, and then his black sneakers. He had already been wearing his wife beater as he slept. Glancing to the other corner of the room, he caught sight of his cellmates things and that reminded him of one thing; where was Joe? Glancing around, he caught no sight of the coked-up old guy. He must have already made a break for it. Grabbing the few things he had and cared for-- a box of smokes, his iPod, and that shank he'd spent way too much time trying to get-- he turned to the crumbled ruins that made their way to his neighbor's cell.The tan man, though limping on his damaged leg, made it through the rubble and into Suede and Sneak's cell and there he found Joe, or what was left of him. Pressed against the cell wall was the grey-haired man's upper torso, his entrails and ribs spilling out to the blood-soaked floor, the man's glazed over eyes wide in rigor horror. "Oh fuck!" The living prisoner stumbled away from the shredded torso in immediate shock, however, the longer his aqua orbs bounced on the image, the more humor he found in it. His death face was hideous. Taking himself back towards the corpse, he squatted down to better examine it, scratching his cut-up chin as his freckled cheeks pushed in an amused grin, "Never thought I'd say this Joey, but you look even uglier than normal." He snickered, moving to stand back up again and continue on his mission.In the next few hours, the petty thief made his way through the prison, finding no signs of guards, many bodies, and various inmates that were still stuck in their cells. They begged him to release them, but he only laughed and continued on his way. He had no idea what had happened here, but it was major. He found free range in the kitchen and helped himself to a meal before continuing on his way. He was amazed by all the rubble. Late into the evening, he wandered himself into the rubble of the confiscation room and was ecstatic. Everything they weren't allowed was at his disposal. As a bit of a celebratory action of his new freedom, Cas filled his nostrils with an invigorating white powder.The rest of the night was a party of indulgence. As well as the next few days. He didn't know why he didn't leave as the authorities were bound to come back... right? Either way, he was having too much fun to leave. He'd lost track of how many days he'd been free but one day as he wandered through the quiet cells that used to have hollering prisoners and they were silent. All of them. Paying no mind to even check in the cells, he continued on through the building. In the "holy room of naughties", as he'd so fondly started calling it, he had found a small handgun, which he kept tucked in his waistband just in case.The only sounds he'd heard recently were his own voice and the aching noises from the rubbled building. However, a foreign voice echoed through the halls on this unnumbered day. Cas was immediately curious and headed in its direction."Is anyone there?" Were the words he had heard echoing against the hollow corpse of concrete and metal. He knew he should leave it alone and retreat back to his horde of goodies, but his curiosity was too strong. Instead of retreating, he pulled his handgun from his hip and held it tight, waiting at the end of a hallway that ended in a fork, going either direction. Pursing his lips together, he blew through them and created a high-pitched whistle that echoed against the walls down towards the invader. He wanted it to come to him. The shrill whistle that echoed down the empty corridor made Belial wince, the sound high pitched and painful in his sensitive ears. His body bent over as he crouched into a kneeling position, huddling up into a small ball, as if he was attempting to hide from the noise. Then he brought his hands up, pressing his palms against the sides of his head, dried blood caking and peeling as he moved. It wasn’t until the sound had long faded that he finally moved, and only because the stench of his own vomit filled his nostrils, the smell so horrible that it made the nausea worse.His gaze wandered towards the puddle of bile— red, brown and just overall disgusting, and Belial found himself wondering to himself how his body had managed to release so much, considering how the contents of his stomach had been painfully empty before he lost his mind. He stilled his movements as he questioned his own sanity, pondering on the possibility that he somehow managed to eat, drink and survive in the haze that had been his recent days.“What kind of trick is this?” He called out, his words slurring together as he hollered down the corridor. Before he could stop himself, Belial began to laugh. It started as a low chuckle as he righted himself, before growing to hysterics as he teetered down the hall, his boots hitting the concrete floor in heavy, asynchronous steps, holding no rhythm as he walked first quickly then slowly as he hobbled towards the direction of the whistle. “A stupid ruse like this could never fool me!” Belial shouted, his voice echoing loudly as his dull eyes adjusted to the flickering lights overhead. That was the sentence he wanted to form, but what came out were unintelligible words and odd noises that didn’t create an understandable phrase— not like Belial noticed, and if he did, he didn’t seem to care.He reached towards his belt, sweaty hands grasping blindly for the handle of his knife. The man missed once, twice, then on the third try, managed to close his fingers around the hilt, wet from fresh blood, and Belial couldn’t guess where it had come from, even if he tried. He unsheathed the blade, the sound of steel sliding across steel filling the air as he neared the fork by the end of the corridor. As he travelled, a gust of wind flooded through the hall, carried into the building by the open doors at the entrance, hanging off their hinges as they creaked from the stress.As he turned the corner, Belial hefted the knife, moving to raise his arm into an aggressive stance as he snapped his head towards one side, then the other. It took an unnecessarily long time for the amber eyed man to actually make out the silhouette of something in the shadows, his vision having decided to blur just as he approached.“Fight me, coward…” He trailed off, suddenly bending over at the waist as he coughed and wheezed, tears welling up in his eyes as he choked on the blood and bile that had crept up his throat. Belial spat onto the floor, his chest aching and lungs burning from effort, before he finally straightened himself up again. As he righted himself, he pointed his weapon towards the silhouette of the humanoid figure, before reaching up to wipe his mouth with the back of his other hand. Blood, dirt and mud smeared across the side of his face from the motion, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he stared down his target.Then, in one sudden movement, Belial grit his teeth, grunting loudly as he slashed, only to miss entirely as dark spots clouded his vision and sent him careening towards the cool floor. Luckily for the mercenary, the knife had slipped out of his hand during his fall, the weapon clattering noisily to the concrete as he laid besides it. Unluckily for him, the floor was hard, and the wind was knocked from his lungs as his body hit it.He shut his eyes as he rested, and after a brief moment, blinked them open to glance up at his opponent. His brain seemed to short circuit at how strangely normal the alien appeared, and it wasn’t until an extremely long time had passed that Belial, in all his delirium, realized that it was a human that was hovering over him. When it finally dawned upon him, he shot up into a sitting position, before reaching out to snag dirty fingers onto the bright orange legs of the stranger’s pants.His eyes widened to saucers as the amber orbs glittered with something they hadn’t held in a very long time—hope.Belial gripped the fabric of the man’s pants, his hands creasing the material and smearing brown across the orange as his fingers clenched them. His body shook as laughter once again formed in the depths of his stomach, rolling up and out of his throat in choked gasps and cries, the noises leaving his mouth sounding more pained than amused. He forced himself up onto his knees, then his feet, completely ignoring the gun the other man held in his hand. A part of him thought about how unfortunate it would be for him to get shot after besting so many extraterrestrial monsters, but another part of him was just so grateful that he could interact with another human that he didn’t seem to mind if it were the last thing he ever experienced. After what felt like ages, he finally managed to form an intelligible word, but not after several failed attempts of opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.“Hello.” He rasped. After his whistle, there was no immediate response and his tense grip on the silver handgun loosened ever so slightly, though he stayed in a tactical ready position. His orange wrapped legs parted with one ahead of the other while both hands cupped the handle of the weapon. However, just as the hair on the back of his neck began to settle, he heard a voice that sputtered out gibberish into the echoing hall, as well as following it with the most diabolical, villainous laugh. Whoever this was must have had plenty of practice with that sort of horrendous giggle.Cas tightened his position again, his finger hovering over the trigger and his sneakers digging harshly into the dust covered floor, the rubber of them squeaking softly at the pressure. He figured it was one of his fellow inmates that had been resurrected and was on the hunt for blood. His blood specifically. He would rather die via blood loss from his dick than to let one of these prisoners get to him. He had too much pride for that. Lining his gaze to the sight of the gun, he closed his non-dominant eye to focus in on whenever one of those orange outfits made it around the corner. He was ready to paint the walls with thier brains.What he wasn't ready for was the horrifying humanoid that came into view of his singular opened eye. His cautious rationality drowned in the flood of curiousity that overwhelmed his own non-splattered brain. Against better judgement, he parted both eyes and looked up and over the glimmering weapon to take in the sight. Squinting in the dim light, his stare fell upon the dark, hobbling creature that made an appearance. His tan face was flushed of all colour in a ghostly terror while his lean muscles all tensed up yet again, but not in the same fashion as before. Instead of being stuff with preparation, he was frozen with terror.His mind raced as the thing turned towards him, a glimmering knife in hand. This was a scene from a horror movie; one where he wasn't going to make it. Or was this an end-of-the-world movie? A sudden thought clicked into place; this was a zombie. If Dice hadn't passed from an unfortunate starvation accident, he would have owed him a pack of cigarettes. He'd called it. The world's end was by zombie apocalypse. Cas had put his money on natural disasters as that seemed ten times more plausible... Up until this moment."Fight me coward." The croak that came from the grimy creature was enough to send a body-shaking shiver down the spine of the shorter man. Then before he knew it, within a blink, it was traveling towards him with the glinting blade slashing steps ahead of where he stood. This immediate attack was finally enough to chisel through his terror-frozen position and mind fog. He remembered he had a weapon of his own. As the beast seemed to collapse to the floor from some force of gravity, Cas turned the aim of his handgun towards the now fallen figure and pull his trembling finger against the trigger.Click. There was no ear throttling blast that sounded as a bullet left the barrel. There were no bullets. As a tugging force came to grasp his ginger, low quality attire he was flashed with a memory. In his coke-crazed ecstasy he had fired off the entire barrel through each and every window in the cafeteria. Just because he wanted to. And... he'd never refilled it. His wide eyes drew down to the flesh and gore covered skeleton hand and it was now that the first audible noise came from the living human."Oh fuck me!" His trembling, raspy voice ricochetted from every wall in the hall as he frantically tried to kick the larger man from his clothing. It was the burst of psychotic laughter that caused the blonde off guard as all he could do was let the figure use him to get to it's feet. This wasn't a zombie. This was a demon from hell. That was Crazy Cooper's bet; the whole Armageddon ordeal but he had never put much thought into it. He was just a petty thief; did that really warrant him not being able to go up to heaven or whatever? Instead he had to stay here and get fucked by this rancid freak.But then it spoke a friendly greeting, which was, in his humble opinion, the lamest demonic introduction that it even made his question if this man was actually a demon. He pulled his gaze up to lock on the taller man's amber eyes, his golden brows pushing down harshly on his brow bone in a scowl. At this point he was just annoyed by all the twists and turns his mind had come to, yet he still had no idea what he was looking at. Was it just a filthy man? He really was at his wits end on what to do in this moment so all he could do was respond. Raising one of his disgruntled brows in question, the freckle faced man parted his lips and spoke with a voice of confused irritation, "How yah doin?" The click of the trigger being pulled was loud, the sharp noise echoing up and down the empty corridor, harsh and haunting. Belial expected to feel white hot pain shooting through his body as a bullet pierced his flesh, but when there was none, he sighed in relief. Maybe the gun had jammed, or maybe the owner of the weapon had emptied it into the body of the monsters that prowled in the wastelands of the broken city.His grip on the orange pant leg loosened as the other man kicked at him wildly, then tightened once more in an attempt to pull himself up onto shaky feet. The energy he spent from the motion was far more than Belial had stored within him, and he teetered forwards, hands reaching out to blindly grab the stranger’s shoulders. For a brief moment, the world spun around him, and then, it stilled. Amber eyes stared deep into teal ones, his gold orbs harrowed with the trauma of existence, as if just surviving tolled his body, chest burning with every breath he took into his lungs.“I’m doing great.” His answer was sharp, and it would have been convincing, if it weren’t for the way he lurched from side to side, blood, dirt, and vomit stuck to his clothing and skin. “I’ve never been better.” He added, more so to convince himself than anyone else. “Just a little-“ He halted quickly, his movements stilling.In the distance, the hunter heard a shrieking cry, one that haunted his days and nights— or at least, he thought he did.“Put the gun away.” Belial hissed, shushing loudly through grit teeth as he shook the other man’s shoulders in quiet desperation. He spoke with such diligence and clarity that it could have fooled a passing stranger into thinking that Belial had not been in near hysterics mere moments ago. His vision spotted again as he held the other man’s gaze, the pair of cyan eyes before him splitting and blurring as he peered into them with blind intensity.“You’ll lead them here if you fire it.” He muttered, his legs wobbling as he pushed himself away from his new friend, eyes glazing over as he gripped the sides of his head, fingers tugging aimlessly at loose strands of dark hair. After a short while, he seemed to have calmed down, his distraught motions stopping as he opened up the distance between himself and the stranger. Even then, the anxiety in the pits of his stomach continued to gnaw at his gut, the paranoia of being found in the prison sitting on his shoulders like a ten ton weight.“Belial.” He introduced in a low voice. His bright eyes darted around the building as he spoke, his muscles tense and shoulders squared as he searched for any sign of the monstrous beings that pushed him deeper into the pits of insanity with every day that passed. The hunter hadn’t realized how parched his throat was until he pressed his lips together in expectant silence, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he waited in due diligence.But there wasn’t time to waste, not when their lives were on the line.“What’s your name?” He prompted. Of course, Cas' societally standard greeting had been riddled with sarcasm and skepticism. He had barely expected a reply from the zombie-demon-monster-man-thing, and for it to say that it was doing great was almost enough to make the prisoner feel warranted to bash Belial's grimy, barely-human face in. The freckled man's chapped lips parted in a bit of an awestruck gape at just how absolutely ludicrous this whole interaction was. However, as the rancid stench of puke and decay wafted past his peach fuzz into the rubble dusted nostrils, his gaping mouth snapped close and the corner of his upper lip raised in utter disgust. He'd dealt with a lot of nasty fuckers in jail but this undead creep was truly taking the cake.Preparing for an audible, mocking gag the blonde sucked in a large breath. However, instead of escaping with a false heave, the tightly held air slipped from his lips in a bit of a childish yelp as the large, putrid stranger began to shake his shoulders and commanded him to put the gun down. Scoffing, Cas spoke through a gentle chuckle, "It's empty, cuz you'd be dead if it wasn't." He spoke with a slight twang that had been gathered from his youth as a country boy.The more he listened to Belial's words, the more confused the demon-goblin-gent was making him. To his great content, the crazed manic seemed to finally release him and was backing away, taking his psychosis with him. What is Armageddon was this guy talking about? Yet another snicker slipped between the tan man's cracked lips as he brought his arms up to cross them against his dirty white tank, "What kinda drugs are you on, bud?" As his arms crossed, he continued to hold the handgun, tucking it into his armpit a little. At the very least, its barrel would make a good melee weapon. "I'd love to try some if you're charitable."However, the creature that seemed a lottle bonkers sputtered out some foreign words... or words? What on God's destructive earth was a 'Belial'? Raising his blonde brow, the petty thief kept his aqua gaze latched to the freak ahead of him, too cautious to trust the stranger. If he was going to be dragged to hell, it was going to be with a fight. All the while, the corner of his lips were twisted in a gentle smirk of amusement at the interaction. This guy was more cracked up than anyone he'd seen in a while.However, the introductions seemed to continue as Belial asked his name. At first, Cas contemplated giving a fake name, maybe even one that had a humorous connotation like 'Dick Head' or 'Willie Stroker'. Unfortunately, he figured that in this tweaker's current state, the jokes would go right over his head. "Name's Cas but you can call me 'Hilarious'." A childish giggle slipped from between his teeth and a wide grin as he was able to push some of his bad comedy into the discussion anyway. At the mention of death, Belial seemed to get a grip on reality, the harsh subject reminding him that he absolutelycould be dead in the next couple weeks, days, or even hours. He inhaled sharply, the air whistling slightly from the sudden intake, before he exhaled deeply, as if this simple breathing exercise was enough to regain his sanity.And it worked, for a little bit.Belial opened his eyes, blinked several times to rid himself of the haze that had overcome them, and then, as if by some miracle, they took on a more lifelike glow, as if the fog had finally passed. He rubbed his face with his open hands, spreading his fingers open at his eyes so that he could peer past the digits to gaze at his new companion. Belial was sizing up the man before him, and it wasn’t until the other spoke that he dropped his hands down by his side, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed in complete disbelief at the words that entered his ears next.“Drugs?” He echoed incredulously, a singular eyebrow arching upward as he gaped at the other. “I’m noton anything.” Belial hissed, the irritation in his voice showing in the way his words came out razor sharp. His eyes fell upon the handgun tucked under the other man’s armpit, and he stooped down, only stumbling slightly as he scooped up his own weapon.“I ate…” Belial hesitated as he hefted his blade in his hand, clenching his fist around it tightly, before sheathing it back by his side. For a brief moment he seemed to consider admitting that out of desperation, he had consumed alien meat, but instead, he settled on a different answer. “I just ate something that didn’t sit well with me.” Belial murmured. His words were distant, and he seemed distracted for a short while, mind bringing him back to the flashes of memories hecould remember in the past couple days.However, it wasn’t until Cas finally formally introduced himself that Belial was torn back to the harsh reality that the two currently existed in. “I’d much rather call you a fucking moron.” He spat, his lips curling up into a displeased sneer as he responded to the less than amusing joke the other man had offered. Belial swiveled his head towards the hall behind him, before tilting it back in front of him, his narrowed eyes examining his surroundings with careful uncertainty.“Are you the only one here?” Belial asked suddenly, his sharp voice taking on a more curious tone as he began to slowly travel down the corridor, heading to nowhere in particular, though he hoped that it was towards food, or even a shower if he got lucky. He stopped by the entrance of a room, cautious even though he could hear no strange clicks or hisses from through the wall. Belial pushed open the door with the flat of his hand, flinching as it fell off its broken hinges and smashed into the floor with a loud crash.“This place seems…” He trailed off. “…abandoned.” Belial finished. “In a prison, there’s a plethora of supplies, I’m not surprised you managed to survive this long if it’s only you.” He thought aloud, before turning on his heel to face Cas once more. “What Iam surprised about is that the aliens left you alive when they devastated this city.” Belial tilted his head to the side, his gaze piercing as he stared at the other man. “I mean,look at you.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest as he continued.“You’re fucking filthy.” He grumbled under his breath as he motioned towards Cas absentmindedly. “You look like you just finished a 24 hour drug binge.” Belial continued his rant, his voice raising as he spoke. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

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Pathfinder Ivalice Expedition OOC

OOC Thread for the Pathfinder Ivalice ExpeditionCharacter thread: Camp: of Terms I will be using:Jagd: Areas of high Mist concentration (see below) that prevent larger magicite, notably airship cores, from functioning. The inability to fly through Jagd is its most notable trait, such areas are often considered cursed.Judges: Military officers in the Archadian armed forces. They have their own independent ranks, the highest of which are the five Judge Magisters. They are often more executioners (of the Emperor's Will, as they say) than judges. Magicite: Crystal-like stones that absorb and release Mist, providing energy for many technological devices-or used for more mundane reasons, like a fire magicite stone lighting a campfire.Mist: The magical energies given off by Magicite. Mist is often wild and free, and can, in strong quantities, recharge a spellcaster's abilities...but in stronger quantities, cause rapid mutation and even terraforming. Hi, hi~! Cute moogle geodancer here! Present. Hello! Sad, but caring angel here. :)Also, c0i, Kuna is adorbs! :) Slightly moody Dark Guardian reporting for duty~ Meet your Expedition Leader: Far Rider, the Roegardyn( Can you unlock the thread so I can copy my sheet over into the character thread without having to redo all the coding? Alright then. About my only problem now is finding a pic that reflects how Naru dresses on an average day and his general disposition. As he generally dresses in a fashion that is suggestive of "gothic" style, but his personality is a bit more, overly excited seeker of knowledge. Think sort of like a less tech focused version of Entrapta from She-Ra if she were also a bit snobbish in certain ways. Quote from: pdragon on 20-11-2022, 07:23:20Can you unlock the thread so I can copy my sheet over into the character thread without having to redo all the coding?Done thank you Al Bhed thief here! Quote from: Angie on 20-11-2022, 07:00:16Meet your Expedition Leader: Far Rider, the Roegardyn( met. :) Gunbreaker, Big Hammer and heavy armor(well medium, but eventually gonna be in heavy :P) Good morning awesome people! So, fun thing. The FFd20 site has thier own version of Elephant in the room. its under optional systems and called Moogle in the room Quote from: Muse on 20-11-2022, 17:18:15 Good morning awesome people!Hi, Muse. :) Listrea's sheet reminds me I should probably list the measures for Yule. (Also, the bun is adorable) I updated Yule's sheet using the height roll chart and damn is she adorably short :) Whoo hoo! Smol!Very glad you like, Yukina-chan!now important question!the actual sheet. the google drive link. Can everyone see it? Quote from: Muse on 20-11-2022, 18:26:14Whoo hoo! Smol! Very glad you like, Yukina-chan! now important question!the actual sheet. the google drive link. Can everyone see it?Lol, yeppers, quite smol and pick-up-able. :)The link works fine. :) I just realized, most people in the group are relatively short. This fact, though he may not show will secretly drive Naru a bit nuts since he's used to being seen as short and cute by comparison to other people and here he's tied for third and or fourth place at 5'5 You will be split into teams, so who knows, might change Saw you mentioned running two teams. As far as height goes, I ended up making Jacob a bit taller at 5'10" . mostly because i said Fuck it and made him use a Gun hammer. Bem, Catboy #3 reporting in.QuoteMeet your Expedition Leader: Far Rider, the RoegardynI love her. Lots of looking up thinking "Step on me, mommy." Quote from: Chloe Milev on 20-11-2022, 23:18:33Bem, Catboy #3 reporting in.I love her. Lots of looking up thinking "Step on me, mommy."I guess that makes two. Might this result in a...CAT FIGHT? Sorry could not resist the pun. Though seriously, I had this silly image of the three cat boys getting into a fight over who's the cutest."What the hell is going on?""Bem, Naru, and Y'mir started a fight over who was the 'cutest kitty', it quickly escalated into shenanigans. At some point one of them called Y'mir slut and he said he resented that they used that term as an insult, and Naru is salty that Bem is shorter than him by two inches...You missed most of the good stuff. Now they're mostly just hissing at each other and throwing shade."Though they may get along better than that. "I'm not a slut! Sluts fuck just for the sake of it. I'm a whore, because I fuck for a goal" "Wait, you guys are getting paid?"Then the pose-offs and walk-offs ( arguing about impartial judges. Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI'm kind of holding off doing anything IC wise, there's one more player I gave a small extension to since they threw interest literally the day before I closed the thread, and it's also Thanksgiving week so I kinda don't want to push it too much (people got lives and stuff!). I may open a Base Camp thread for shenanigans if people are feeling it though. Quote from: Angie on 21-11-2022, 17:17:21Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI'm kind of holding off doing anything IC wise, there's one more player I gave a small extension to since they threw interest literally the day before I closed the thread, and it's also Thanksgiving week so I kinda don't want to push it too much (people got lives and stuff!). I may open a Base Camp thread for shenanigans if people are feeling it though.I'm down for shenanigans :) Quote from: Angie on 21-11-2022, 17:17:21Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI'm kind of holding off doing anything IC wise, there's one more player I gave a small extension to since they threw interest literally the day before I closed the thread, and it's also Thanksgiving week so I kinda don't want to push it too much (people got lives and stuff!). I may open a Base Camp thread for shenanigans if people are feeling it though.Whenever you feel ready. I will be quite busy thanksgiving day and I do have a work related appointment tomorrow, but I will have some time between all that as well. Shenanigans you say?( Bem offers a gunblade to Far Rider ( Quote from: Angie on 21-11-2022, 17:17:21Right, let's make that a note, split up the cats...oh wait, I was planning on a Base Camp, where everyone can meet up, so that's not happening :PI actually quite like the idea of Having two teams that can meet up in a single thread, makes for some fun story...does not limit player interactions, and can even change up teams as needed. PLUS, you get to run some big battles every now and then. Quote from: Isengrad on 21-11-2022, 23:30:46I actually quite like the idea of Having two teams that can meet up in a single thread, makes for some fun story...does not limit player interactions, and can even change up teams as needed. PLUS, you get to run some big battles every now and then.And I won't game over you because three people go down. Hell, I won't even go after a downed party member to finish the job unless you've done something very stupid (so you'll always have a chance to run over and save them). Though Bem may absorb your crystallized spirit to learn your secret chicken enchilada recipe.( Quote from: Chloe Milev on 22-11-2022, 04:01:37Though Bem may absorb your crystallized spirit to learn your secret chicken enchilada recipe.( I must live! For I have a truly bad ass recipe for chicken stir fry...No seriously, IRL i make a mean stir fry. Sorry guys, today's been hectic and I haven't had a chance to post anything. Quote from: Angie on 23-11-2022, 04:00:31Sorry guys, today's been hectic and I haven't had a chance to post anything.Life happens. :) At camp, Bem sets up a table, laying out a parchment with gridlines, bone dice, miniature lead figurines, and his Official Blue Mage Monster Manual. "Okay, in this story, you're all Viera waitresses that formed a gang--Kupo's Angels--and your moogle patron has been kidnapped by a tall, muscular, evil, and super hot Roegadyn lady named 'Stone Fox.' She's demanded a ransom of the legendary relic, the Panties of Shiva, from the royal treasury!"( Y'mir: "I try to seduce the stone lady" *rolls nat 20* "Hey that means we win right!?" For a total of? Quote from: pdragon on 23-11-2022, 06:58:09Y'mir: "I try to seduce the stone lady" *rolls nat 20* "Hey that means we win right!?""Since she's not in the room, it's hard, but you think hard ( about the platonic ideal of a 'Stone Fox' and are pretty sure you'd get a good reaction. Maybe she'd sit on you instead of crushing your bones. Somewhere in the world, she sneezes and feels kind of horny." *applauds*Take your time Angie. *Offers hugs.* No worries, Angie. Base Camp is up. There are plenty of other unnamed NPCs, and a small fire right outside the airship wreck for communal cooking and gathering. Some tents for people who don't like sleeping inside. Other then that, it's a pretty bare bones camp. Enjoy your stay.EDIT: A small note, but you are likely going to be stuck with whatever gear you have at time of creation for a bit. There will be some expedition supplies to draw from but it's going to be mostly basic adventuring gear and maybe extra rations. You will have chances to spend your hard earned gil in the future, but for now, make sure you have everything you want before we begin. @c0i9z: I hope you didn't mind my birb bumping into your moogle. :) It's perfectly fine. I love interactions! Link please, awesome Angie? :) Quote from: Muse on 24-11-2022, 18:49:47Link please, awesome Angie? :)Added to first post of this thread. *BowS* Thank you very much! :): Quote from: c0i9z on 24-11-2022, 17:35:24It's perfectly fine. I love interactions!Wonderful. :) *dashes to reply* c0i9z, you may just need to make up or tell us WHY geodancers pilgrimage, cause well, I don't know and google is unhelpful. Haha. I just made that detail up, hope that's not a problem. Basically, they pilgrimage to learn about the different lands and learn their dances. Quote from: c0i9z on 25-11-2022, 22:48:35Haha. I just made that detail up, hope that's not a problem. Basically, they pilgrimage to learn about the different lands and learn their dances.Highly encouraged, and even if it contradicts something we find later, we can just say it's part of however YOU learned to be X class. Okay, the player that I invited to join has decided to not join, so I should get some actual threads up momentarily. But, before we begin, anyone want to be on a specific team with someone else? Quote from: Angie on 27-11-2022, 01:55:11Okay, the player that I invited to join has decided to not join, so I should get some actual threads up momentarily. But, before we begin, anyone want to be on a specific team with someone else?I'd like Berach to be on Yule's team. We've got some interaction already between birdy girl and Kuna, so that might be fun. Damnit, it speaks to how tired I am during peak season that I just noticed Yule's name is a damn pun :PEdit: Also Angie, Jacob is moving into the airship looking for salvageable material and more importantly to see if the ships core is still working and if he can somehow utilize it if need be....or at least get the lights working in the ship without frying anyone. I'd like Y'mir to be with members who are compatible orientation wise. It wouldn't be much fun for a flirty/seductive character to only be with straight dudes and lesbian girls etc. etc. Personally I would divide teams based on balance of abilities. I basically think each team should have at least one strength based melee combatant, one dex, and perhaps at least one to two spellcasters based on the need...Though character interactions are something else to consider.For example, Yule and Yuka seem to get along well from what we've seen so far. However, Y'mir being the flirty one and willing to flirt with just about anyone who catches their eye would make a party that hast let's say Naru and Yule less ideal. Behm and Naru (once Naru calms the fuck down for a few seconds) might actually get along pretty well, but putting the two together could throw a teams balance off depending on who else is in it. I'm definitely down with Kuna on Yule's team without a doubt since they established a connection so far. :) I'm also definitely fine with Barech being there too because Hanged is a great writer. Alright I gotta sort teams before we go any further, but please keep posting in Base Camp. I would have done that today, but then I did 8 hours of twitch stream, ha....Jacob rolled well on Knowledge and Perception checks (I rolled secret) to figure out some details of why this thing went down but I do want to stress, Ship Repair is a long term goal because the core is *FUCKED*. You're also close enough to Jagd territory that it may not even get off the ground anyway. Must post...Means i need to be awake.Sleep sucks! The good thing about team divisions, is they can be changed, shaken up, or even merged if needed. I split based on abilities with some minor shuffling based on preferences, here's the initial choices:Team 1 (Aurochs):NaruJacobY'mirListreaTeam 2 (Basilisk):YuleBerachGearaC'behmKuna(Team names are just me doing a Final Fantasy themed Alpha/Bravo)I put Kuna in Team 2 because I did want to split the Red and Blue Mage, but I don't know how crazy effective a Blue Mage can be so I put the Geodancer with them as insurance. Otherwise, the teams each have one (or more) capable of healing (Team Aurochs has Naru the scholar and Listrea the Red Mage, who are both half healers so that comes out to a one, right?), one tank, one who is likely to be DPS, and then go from there.On reflection, Y'Mir is also pretty support heavy so I'm not against switching him over to Team Basilisk, by the Twelve I fucking hate doing team balance.Regardless of team selection, everyone can interact with everyone in Base Camp. “We were a swell bunch of adventurers in Group Two.” ( good. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what weird/half casters will balance. First level, at least, Yuna's a bit of support and a lot of hitting hard with a polearm. And even when she gets her dances, they're nice, but very situational. I'm mostly going off of how FF14 puts you people in, hence why the Scholar is balanced by the Cleric (Scholar is a healer in 14, but much like Cleric they can just nuke the board if they wanna in this system), and it sounds like I was right thinking of Y'mir as DPS. @Angie: Will there be some sort of meeting post where they sort the pcs into teams? :) Quote from: Yukina on 29-11-2022, 02:17:12@Angie: Will there be some sort of meeting post where they sort the pcs into teams? :)Didn't consider that. Maybe. I probably will. Quote from: Angie on 29-11-2022, 04:08:40Didn't consider that. Maybe. I probably will.Hype! :) Looking forward to it. :D Quote from: Yukina on 29-11-2022, 02:17:12@Angie: Will there be some sort of meeting post where they sort the pcs into teams? :)“Okay, the cats are in heat, so we’ll have to separate those…” Added a small glossary of terms in case anything I'm saying is confusing people, especially Jagd. It has slightly different connotations in this Ivalice, versus FF Tactics (Advance at least). You know, I somehow missed the fact that Scholars only get up to 6th level spells...Now I feel a touch foolish. I've started wondering if I might want to consider multiclassing or if the abilities for the scholar more than make up for it. I mean, some of the abilities in the right hands could be utterly broken, but I'm kind of kicking myself all the same...Though it does give me some ideas for characterization. Scholar does have some pretty powerful abilities, it looks like. And I can't imagine that they'd make a class that's completely useless. Huh, interesting, 6th-level spells in a class with poor base attack and d6 HD. I guess if one was a 10th-level Black Mage and 10th-level White Mage, they'd only have 5th-level spells. Or there's going Black Mage/White Mage/Archwizard for maximal dual-magic potential, though that's a long-term ideal. A Scholar gets some unique skill in playing between Light and Dark from the start, as well as exploits. And later there's stuff like free metamagic. Looks to me like they make up for the level gap with heavy boosting. How many spell levels does the free metamagic add? :)I'm cool with describing red mage as half a healer. :) I mean, right now I'm looking to see if i can be an effective character at a day of adventure and still have a healing spell to cast. It's a free Maximize a number of times a day. I think that's usually 3 levels? I may have to make the team selection scenes part of the Team Threads, just so I can mission brief at the same time. I'm close to pulling the trigger, I just need to prepare the actual dungeons. What are the sleeping arrangements like? :) Not much, honestly. There's a few bunks done up inside the ship but you're probably better off with your own bedrool. Quote from: Angie on 03-12-2022, 23:01:03Not much, honestly. There's a few bunks done up inside the ship but you're probably better off with your own bedrool.Noted :) Quote from: pdragon on 04-12-2022, 08:57:47 thank you. :) I have made a side thread for, well, I'd prefer sexual stuff between party members to be over there, thanks. make use of it. Quote from: Angie on 04-12-2022, 18:40:19I have made a side thread for, well, I'd prefer sexual stuff between party members to be over there, thanks. make use of it.Noted :) Sorry, it started as a cute thing, then went to romance, then... kinda more? Quote from: c0i9z on 04-12-2022, 18:59:09Sorry, it started as a cute thing, then went to romance, then... kinda more?It's all good, I just decided to start it to provide a little bit of cleaner separation. Currently in the process of making maps. Good ol' Roll 20. Sorry for the Delay, with the holidays coming things have picked up at work. I'll try to check daily and keep up during the week.Also Jacob followed the cat boys. Okay, I just want to make sure it's clear Naru's cattiness is an entirely in character thing. As a character I actually find Y'mir quite amusing and aside from being a bit more self interested, he's actually a lot like some characters I've played in certain regards. The two of them would not likely get along well at first. Though I imagine after working together for a bit, they'll probably come to see each other as friends. Of course. They just need to save each other from a tough spot and then have a deep, vulnerable conversation where they share all their emotional baggage. Scene had moved past it but I felt Far Rider needed to establish some authority here.Also, I give a fair warning...these early dungeons might be really easy, since I'm operating from a "balance for regular PF" mindset and I won't really get a sense for your character's abilities until I see them in action. Think of it as a warm up. Sorry I've been fairly distant/uninvolved. Between a bunch of IRL things, I haven't had much time--or creative drive--to do anything. I want to affirm that I'm very much interested in the game, though, and will make sure I'm doing my part in the missions. Quote from: TheHangedOne on 06-12-2022, 16:19:37Sorry I've been fairly distant/uninvolved. Between a bunch of IRL things, I haven't had much time--or creative drive--to do anything. I want to affirm that I'm very much interested in the game, though, and will make sure I'm doing my part in the missions. I appreciate the heads up I’ve been out of town this week but I’ll try to catch up tonight. Sleep sucks.i've upped my antidepressents. The psychiatrist says that it's normal to need a few weeks to get your rest back on track after being wtihout your cpap for a few weeks, so here's hoping.Sorry if i've left you all hanging. I'm trying. i think right now i need to take a nap. Mom woke me after two hours to take her to the doctor. Okay, let's gett some threads started. Posting is not expected, it's holiday season, as long as you occasionally pop in we're good.Team A: B: I'm back! Do Bem, Y'mir, and Jacob need any interaction in the "Side Threads" yet? We've pretty much jumped past that point now Have to agree, think its good to leave that in the fade to black. That way we can make outlandish claims about that session and no one can refute it. Far Rider impregnated both the catboys, got it. I can't believe Bem fit both of them inside at the same time. Quote from: Chloe Milev on 10-12-2022, 19:00:05Far Rider impregnated both the catboys, got it.Either her of Jacob, little dispute on that.Quote from: pdragon on 10-12-2022, 19:10:49I can't believe Bem fit both of them inside at the same time. Would have been three but Y'mir was too busy sitting on the other catboys face. Will probably be posting in the team A section soon. Ms. Rona paid me a visit and she's worn me right down...So it's taking a little bit longer than usual. Okay, aye, I'm around, I'll post soon but I wanna let you know the teams have hit the threshold for "following an already left trail".Hell, the Moogle basically sees them like they're glowing with that roll... *peeks* Both teams? :) Oh, hey! Nice solid roll their Isengard. Quote from: Angie on 13-12-2022, 22:23:33Okay, aye, I'm around, I'll post soon but I wanna let you know the teams have hit the threshold for "following an already left trail". Hell, the Moogle basically sees them like they're glowing with that roll...The moogle is a bandit double-agent! But for us, or for them? Dun dun dun... ( Quote from: Lux12 on 11-12-2022, 07:01:36Will probably be posting in the team A section soon. Ms. Rona paid me a visit and she's worn me right down...So it's taking a little bit longer than usual.Having recently had it myself, take all the time you need. I know you don't want to do fuck all while you have it, even eating is hard. Sorry for my slow speed by the way. :) I was prepping for surgery this week. Take care! Quote from: Muse on 16-12-2022, 15:05:51Take care!Thank you. :) It went pretty ok. I should make a note, I intend on using the Pathfinder Critical Hit and Fumble Decks ( Luckily, my secret secondary roll for C'Behn was a hit, so no Critical Fumble. Which is good because the one I drew was "Redirection", spell hits YOU. This is exciting, Angie! :)Anything neat visible from the trees yet?With the foliage as it is, can i walk up here at normal pace? Quote from: Angie on 19-12-2022, 08:09:40I should make a note, I intend on using the Pathfinder Critical Hit and Fumble Decks ( Luckily, my secret secondary roll for C'Behn was a hit, so no Critical Fumble. Which is good because the one I drew was "Redirection", spell hits YOU.Hoo-wee, that’s fortunate at least. Though the table needs some “wardrobe malfunction” options. Quote from: Chloe Milev on 19-12-2022, 15:36:54Hoo-wee, that’s fortunate at least. Though the table needs some “wardrobe malfunction” options.Seconded. Yule's vestments have "such vulnerable ties". :) I don't think that wind orb has any secondary effect of slowing the creature, does it?Since Difficult Terrain prevents running, the creature can only move double speed. But, because he's double moving, he gets the full 30. Two of you attacked, meaning you only get 15 feet of movement as far as the forest is concerned. The other two have 20 feet base, but judging from the Moogle racial entry on the wiki, Kuna only gets one round of flight, which means she could catch up...but I'm gonna demand a DC 15 Fly check because the trees are very thick and she runs the risk of running face first into a trunk.(Holy god I did not think I'd have to look up this many movement rules what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)EDIT: Actually forgot the miss chance. Yuki, roll a d100 and tell me if you get 30 or lower. Got a 9 to fly. Fly checks?( Quote from: c0i9z on 20-12-2022, 23:39:54Got a 9 to fly.That's total, right? Not the roll?Yeah that scout is getting away. Not scot-free, the spell from Yuki...possibly hits, assuming she doesn't roll low on the miss chance. Quote from: Angie on 20-12-2022, 23:24:07I don't think that wind orb has any secondary effect of slowing the creature, does it?Since Difficult Terrain prevents running, the creature can only move double speed. But, because he's double moving, he gets the full 30. Two of you attacked, meaning you only get 15 feet of movement as far as the forest is concerned. The other two have 20 feet base, but judging from the Moogle racial entry on the wiki, Kuna only gets one round of flight, which means she could catch up...but I'm gonna demand a DC 15 Fly check because the trees are very thick and she runs the risk of running face first into a trunk.(Holy god I did not think I'd have to look up this many movement rules what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)EDIT: Actually forgot the miss chance. Yuki, roll a d100 and tell me if you get 30 or lower.Nope. Tis just a damage type if I recall.Also, oofAt 2022-12-21 07:43:05, Yukina (uid: 42100) rolls: 1d100 Result: 29 ( Let’s see, I think the rule is “Always split the party.” But I suppose we could let the creature go to make sure we can all travel together. Unless we think it’s worth it for a couple in Team B to try to speed ahead and cut off its route? Will be posting again soon. Crimbus kind of ate up a lot of my time. Same here, but I'm sorta back. Welcome back, both of you. :) At a quick glance for Team B's marching order, I'd recommend:1st: Berach (Tanky and slow)2nd: Geara (Good perception and disabling traps)3rd: Bem (squishy mage, safest in the middle)4th: Yule (squishy mage, safest in the middle)5th: Kuna (High AC and perception, in case of back attack)Again, this is just a recommendation. I'm generally good with whatever works best for y'all, though. I'll be posting today Right now, though, Kuna is in front, scouting. *nods* Maybe "Kuna, Bem, Berach, Yule, Geara" as the order then? :) Geara in back allows their back to still be covered. Works for me! Jacob over here breaching like it's Chimera Squad. I love it.SOmehow we got into our dungeons at roughly the same time. Jacob is Beefy boy of group. Which i realized I'm going to end up building like Reinhardt from Overwatch 2. By level 6 he should have fire strike :P Probably posting tomorrow. Crimbus related shenanigans are finally winding down. Lovely. I have maps prepared...and then realized I didn't have the Sahagin cave with a hallway in, yay...Okay, so, as I stated before, I'm going to be experimenting a bit. I expect the challenge to be a little bit on the low end while I work out exactly how much pain you all can dish out. I may do some rapid advancement so I have an excuse to toss bigger baddies, there's some cool stuff at higher CR...long as we're all cool with a Noob Cave, we can begin! Whoo hoo! :) I'm ready~ I suddenly remembered that posting images on E requires a little effort and I can't just snip and be done with it. I'll get it up tonight at home. Imagur, that was a fantastic resource for me. Listrea starting off strong wtih a 22 initiative.At 2023-01-05 03:03:48, Listrea (uid: 16) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 22 ( let's see how strong i can stay againstskeletonswhen all three of my weapons do piercing damage! *Grins* It will be fine, Jacob has a big Fuck off hammer, that explodes.Roll Result: Jacob rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the totalComment: InitiativeResult: 20,Total: 23Also Jacob goes first I rolled a 16 for initiativeAt 2023-01-05 10:39:46, Lux12 (uid: 39591) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 16 ( 17 ( initiative for Y'mir wowsa! :) Quote from: Isengrad on 05-01-2023, 10:23:41It will be fine, Jacob has a big Fuck off hammer, that explodes.Roll Result: Jacob rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the totalComment: InitiativeResult: 20,Total: 23Also Jacob goes firstSo you thought.For whatever reason, FF Pathfinder gave Skeletons an ungodly +6 Init bonus, and one of them rolled 18, so plus 6...yeah. Posting now. *Grins* Mindless undead don't have feats unless they're inate tot he type. I guess we all have improved initiative in our bones? I think i'm next. Should i wait for you to call me, Angie? She had the initiative order listed in the post. Please don't wait for someone else to give the greenlit every time it's your turn to post.Green Skeleton: 24Jacob: 23Listrea: 22Ymir: 17Blue Skeleton: 17Naru: 16Wolf: 15 Oh god don't wait for a greenlight. I'll try to be on the ball if there's significant changes (enemy defeated or AC lowered or anything that would affect your rolls) but if I've already posted or there's no significant change you can tell, just go ahead.If you do jump the gun, I'll allow you a rewind. On it. :) Looks like Ymir then the blue skeleton. :)and i doubt that 11 hit.if it did, I might have done 1 damage! :PI just figured I'd save my few spells for something nasty. if we keep running into skellies I'll bash them with a candlestick! Team A: Yeah Skeletons for whatever reason kind of have a god tier AC, but this seems to be balanced by having garbage tier attack rolls and relatively low damage. (AC 16, but an attack roll of +0 and a damage of 1d6 and that's if they HAVE the scimitar, otherwise it's -3 and 1d4)Team B: Sahagins have a solid perception modifier, Kuna just lucked out and rolled exactly one point higher than they could make on a roll. Let's see you improvise! Sorry that I've been getting behind by the way. It's been a chaotic week. Good job, Y'mir gets butt rubs later. Quote from: Isengrad on 11-01-2023, 21:54:05Good job, Y'mir gets butt rubs later.( So are we charging in, then? I'm not opposed to a good charge. Quote from: c0i9z on 11-01-2023, 23:18:00So are we charging in, then? I'm not opposed to a good charge.They're not attacking, they're more "alerted". They don't know what's there, just that some THING is. Could still ambush them. Apologies, but I think I'll be dropping out while I can. My plate's a bit full right now. :( Aw. I liked Kuna's interaction with your character. Quote from: c0i9z on 12-01-2023, 02:22:49Aw. I liked Kuna's interaction with your character.As did I. :( Door's always open if things change. Thank you :) Quote from: c0i9z on 11-01-2023, 23:18:00So are we charging in, then? I'm not opposed to a good charge.I think we charge, and hopefully have a surprise round before initiative.Dear gods getting all my natural 1 attacks out early in his career. Initiative from Kuna and Geara and we should be good, and I may have an idea for this crit fumble...you did ask for wardrobe malfunctions. Or, someone did... I do think someone mentioned that earlierEdit: Also "FORE!" I'm not sure there's much I can do this round. Berach's only got 20 feet of movement speed; I'm pretty sure even a charge only just barely gets him into the room. Quote from: TheHangedOne on 13-01-2023, 01:32:48I'm not sure there's much I can do this round. Berach's only got 20 feet of movement speed; I'm pretty sure even a charge only just barely gets him into the room.*shrugs* do it anyway. Sometimes you just gotta spend a turn moving. Right. For some reason, I thought in 30 feet. Well, that just means it's a charge, so +2 to the attack and -2 to my AC. Okay, I have a decently arranged board for Bravo team, I just need an init from Geara I think? At 2023-01-13 15:12:03, TFcommando (uid: 55536) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 20 ( so angie, Jacob is checking the iron door, first for traps, then to see if its open. I rolled a perception check for it...nat 20 for a total of 26. If it needed something other than perception just let me know and I will roll that. I will allow intelligence rolls to actually recall what the contract said about looting. :P Memory test 11.At 2023-01-19 02:34:29, Listrea (uid: 16) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 11 ( And now it's my turn to crit fail. *Snickers.* This team is cursed. Yay! We’ll get rescued by the A Team when they come find us serving the avatar of leviathan. I just know Jacob is gonna bust down that door and find Bem in the slave Liea outfit *Grins* I accept this canon.I’m also reminded of Knights of the Old Republic II where someone has to wear the dancing outfit and entertain a hutt:Sahagin, “You're right, I guess you probably wouldn't be [Leviathan’s] type...”Bem, “Oh so it's going to be like that? Fine! I will do it. I'm not going to step down from a challenge like that.” Queue the inevitable "who wore it better?" Between Bem and Y'mir. I do have "defeat" scenarios in my back pocket because you have to be monumentally stupid to die in my games. It's possible, but you need more than a monstrous run of bad luck to trigger it.Also Kuna finished it off. If it had dodged one more shot I was going to give it a call sign, in honor of my games of Battlestar Galactica. So, I did find out how to get Power Armor for Jacob. All I need to do is take 1 level in Engineer(Ironman) and the automaton becomes power armor :P. Might be an idea for later, always fun thinking about that. Posts have been a bit slow lately. Work and other personal business have been eating up my time, but I should post again soon. Its all good, life happens. Bem, go ahead and roll me a Perception check to search the bodies. Angie, for team a are we situated at the bottom of the map or the top, basically what entrance are we coming in at? Quote from: Isengrad on 30-01-2023, 19:43:42Angie, for team a are we situated at the bottom of the map or the top, basically what entrance are we coming in at?Ah, should have made that more clear. You're at the top of the map. Quote from: Angie on 30-01-2023, 18:46:33Bem, go ahead and roll me a Perception check to search the bodies.Ah, it actually went well with 20. Thought I had posted, whoops. Had some stuff to deal with these past few days, should be more on the ball now. Welcome back. So, Team B, do we want to take the easy way south, or mess around with that boulder-door? I'm thinking south. Probably our scouts aren't past the boulders, I think. I think south as well. I've got Covid. So far I'm coherent enoguh to post when I'm awake, though. Sure am sleeping a lot! Sorry to hear it. Take care, get rest! Yikes. I hope you feel better soon. Get plenty of rest, and stay hydrated. I'm here, I swear, but before we move on, does anyone in Team A wanna make stealth checks at all? Or Team B? We started by loudly throwing a ball down the hallway. I'm of the opinion that were past stealth at this point until we get to the armory. Kuna got a 25. We just fought, but might as well give stealth a try moving to the next room. Bem castingguidanceon himself, it's still 2+4=6, pretty bad. Quote from: Angie on 11-02-2023, 22:20:17You may want to scale down the map images to make them more readable. As they are they're a bit too big and stretch out the post.Ex.( [Select][img height=450] 19 initiative for Kuna. No time for a prep spell, right Angie? Quote from: Muse on 14-02-2023, 03:52:01 No time for a prep spell, right Angie? Unlikely! Sorry guys, I was gonna process this sooner, but some things happened and I wasn't in the mood to do this. I'll get it up tonight. EDIT: Actually, did not realize I needed an init from Berach I think? Jacob rolled a 19 for a total of 22 on the initiative. Got your AC mixed up with your init, whoops! *smiles* May I suggest, Angie? "Tag Ymir, Naru, and JAcob in whatever order you can post." ?I find that kind of thing makes the game run a lot more smoothly in play by post.Whoot! 3 zombies! So exciting! Quote from: Angie on 19-02-2023, 04:39:30Sorry guys, I was gonna process this sooner, but some things happened and I wasn't in the mood to do this. I'll get it up tonight. EDIT: Actually, did not realize I needed an init from Berach I think?Sorry for the delay. I've been running around like a headless chicken the last few days.At 2023-02-19 12:12:44, TheHangedMan (uid: 12227) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 4 ( sure this character is cursed. :o Quote from: Muse on 19-02-2023, 15:07:25*smiles* May I suggest, Angie? "Tag Ymir, Naru, and JAcob in whatever order you can post." ? I find that kind of thing makes the game run a lot more smoothly in play by post. While not a terrible idea, I'd like to remind the party that at this level, monsters have an alarming tendency to go down in one hit. So what do I do if, for instance, Jacob bashes one of the skeleton's down in one shot and Y'mir's post is to attack the same skeleton?...probably just say the skeleton went down and allow him to change things up, actually.If you think I'm bipolar when it comes to rulings in PBP, you should see me live.Okay yeah it's a good idea. And Chloe, with Berach having terrible init, I'll allow you to change your declared movement. Maybe not the action though. Quote from: Angie on 19-02-2023, 19:37:28When I put in my coordinates I was using the top of the first map you had up, not just the room, with letters for the rows and letters for the columns, meaning F2 should be right above Jacob's space. As a ranged fighter Y'mir wouldn't want to start the combat directly adjacent to an enemy.edit: also even if read the opposite way F2 would put Y'mir one space further to the rightedit edit: to visualize what I meanSpoiler: Click to Show/HideWhat I intended( it would be if just using the room as the coordinates( Eh, with a couple allies moving into the room too, it'll be good. Bem just moves in close enough like before to (attempt to) shoot fire at the sahagin at 30 feet. Quote from: pdragon on 20-02-2023, 00:16:30When I put in my coordinates I was using the top of the first map you had up, not just the room, with letters for the rows and letters for the columns, meaning F2 should be right above Jacob's space. As a ranged fighter Y'mir wouldn't want to start the combat directly adjacent to an enemy. edit: also even if read the opposite way F2 would put Y'mir one space further to the rightedit edit: to visualize what I meanSpoiler: Click to Show/HideWhat I intended( it would be if just using the room as the coordinates( where did you get whatever it is you're using to make grid coordinates please tell me so I can just do *that* next time.Though, I have to take into account that I think our Gunbreaker was doing it with using the room only as the grid, because otherwise B2 was a wall. So the two of you want to both be on the same spot, any objections to me moving Y'mir one up from him? Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:11:37Okay where did you get whatever it is you're using to make grid coordinates please tell me so I can just do *that* next time.It's not a preset or anything. I just went into a photo editor and manually typed in the numbers and letters by the sides of the picture. I personally use Pixlr. Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:11:37Though, I have to take into account that I think our Gunbreaker was doing it with using the room only as the grid, because otherwise B2 was a wall. So the two of you want to both be on the same spot, any objections to me moving Y'mir one up from him?My intention is to be one above him based on the current placements yes. Quote from: pdragon on 20-02-2023, 20:14:40It's not a preset or anything. I just went into a photo editor and manually typed in the numbers and letters by the sides of the picture. I personally use Pixlr.Oh good, I can finally stop using Imgur.Which zombie are you attacking, because that first roll hit, but there's two zombies. I've moved you one square up from Jacob for right now, so you should be able to walk into range of whichever one you wanna hit. Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:18:54Oh good, I can finally stop using Imgur.Which zombie are you attacking, because that first roll hit, but there's two zombies. I've moved you one square up from Jacob for right now, so you should be able to walk into range of whichever one you wanna hit.Yeah, though Pixlr literally just changed their policy last week where you're only allowed to save 2-3 images a day, which fucking sucks. Before that it was hands down the best free photo shop alternative I've used.And my B, I assumed the attack had missed so I didn't roll damage or anything. I'll attack the red dot zombie, and I'll edit my post accordingly. I almost thought the same, and then I looked again and it turns out, Zombies have shit for AC, they just rely on having tons of HP and DR (slashing beats it) to counter it.Should I mention I'm kinda hotswapping my monsters? I originally had a lot more skeletons and then I realized that only Jacob beats their DR...so I changed it up to make it more interesting. Quote from: Angie on 20-02-2023, 20:29:04I almost thought the same, and then I looked again and it turns out, Zombies have shit for AC, they just rely on having tons of HP and DR (slashing beats it) to counter it.Should I mention I'm kinda hotswapping my monsters? I originally had a lot more skeletons and then I realized that only Jacob beats their DR...so I changed it up to make it more interesting.Eh, do whatever you feel is best. I've tweaked encounters before myself, or even just not stated monsters at all until the party actually gets to them and kinda figuring it out from there. Sorry about the wait. Work has been hell this week. It's no trouble. Life happens. Hey, Y'mir, do the chakrams have any penalty if fired from melee? I ask because that Red Zombie might get into melee range before your attack goes off. Chakram ( Quote from: Angie on 02-03-2023, 05:45:12Hey, Y'mir, do the chakrams have any penalty if fired from melee? I ask because that Red Zombie might get into melee range before your attack goes off.Oh sorry, for whatever reason I completely misread that as the round starting over. I'll just get rid of that last post. I don't mean to be dragging things but I haven't heard at all from Muse. Anyone been in contact with them? Im in a discord with them, I did poke them yesterday Hi Angie!I'm sorry! (And thank you for calling my attention, Kipp!)I don't think I've been in here since I got back from my vacation! I promise to do better! Please do feel free to send me a PM or nudge me on discord--or have someone else do so--if I slip again! Thanks to the zombie charging...that's actually a hit, Muse. Roll Damage. Whoo hoo! :)* * *7 damage. (Edited in.) #msg16420801 I'll update Team B later when I'm not at work, I need to add an enemy token for it and can't really update maps now. Currently I just have a turtle as a placeholder. Jacob took the AoO. Rolled a 12, if it hit he did 17 damage(3 of it fire) and expended the magik of the ammo to activate Brutal shell, granting himself 7 temp hit points for a minute or until lost. Guess who lied about updating! I'll get it up today. Init At 2023-03-09 16:43:45, c0i9z (uid: 61584) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 22 ( Uhhh, pdragon, the hell is the -4 coming from? Quote from: Angie on 10-03-2023, 00:04:24Uhhh, pdragon, the hell is the -4 coming from?Firing projectiles at an enemy that's in melee range with an ally incurs a -4 attack penalty. Quote from: pdragon on 10-03-2023, 06:10:52Firing projectiles at an enemy that's in melee range with an ally incurs a -4 attack penalty.Which would make your rolls +0, not -4 Quote from: Angie on 10-03-2023, 07:08:25Which would make your rolls +0, not -4his attack bonus is already +0 due to the two weapon fighting penalties. Oh, so it is. Which is kinda confusing because the description for Chakrams is in the light blades weapon group. I'm gonna be honest I completely forgot two weapon fighting penalties existed. Quote from: Angie on 10-03-2023, 18:21:30Oh, so it is. Which is kinda confusing because the description for Chakrams is in the light blades weapon group. I'm gonna be honest I completely forgot two weapon fighting penalties existed.It's in the light blades group but it isn't a light weapon. The dancer class gets a feature at level 2 that lets them count as light weapons for two-weapon fighting, but until then Y'mir has to struggle. I'm fairly certain that hammer slam kills the zombie. I'll update soon, I was just in a Mahjong tournament that left a bit of a mark so I've been kinda out of focus Quote from: Angie on 15-03-2023, 00:37:52I'm fairly certain that hammer slam kills the zombie. I'll update soon, I was just in a Mahjong tournament that left a bit of a mark so I've been kinda out of focusI am a miscalculating dumb dumb, it has more HP without even factoring in the DR. Proceed as normal with the attacks. Is that me then? Quote from: Muse on 16-03-2023, 08:16:26Is that me then?No, you're after the only zombie left in the initiative. I live! Sorry for the wait. Things have been hellishly busy at my end and I ended up having to see a doctor about acid reflux issues...Anyway. I should be posting sometime tomorrow. I think I'm still waiting onJacobBerach in Team B's side. EDIT: Holy fuck I am dumb as a box of rocks yup, let me get right to that ^^, well team A side, and Lis has yet to post as well. But I got my post in. Quote from: Isengrad on 28-03-2023, 18:58:03yup, let me get right to that ^^, well team A side, and Lis has yet to post as well. But I got my post in.Oh my fucking god I even double checked names and somehow managed to put Jacob in Team B instead of Berach no wonder there's been no movement fuck me I am dumb Sorry about that. I was actually waiting for Jacob to hop in. I'll get a post out soon.Edit: got it up. I'm really sorry that I didn't catch on to what happened. I mean i don't mind being a bad ass gunbreaker in two threads, but continuity would hate me :p Oh, noes! lol :) Careful, pdragon, I'm tempted to call for Reflex saves :P Quote from: Angie on 02-04-2023, 07:25:42Careful, pdragon, I'm tempted to call for Reflex saves :PHey so long as I'm not the one making em it's no skin off my back :P And now, team Avalance and team Byregot have their first clues...though team B got theirs a lot sooner.

Pathfinder Ivalice Expedition OOC

Shipwrecked Seas (Shades and Fain)

Zayn CruelZayn Cruel was walking along the dark streets heading back towards the docks of Paradise Cove. A purely pirate island that was famous for two things: It's Rum and It's Pirates. There was an overabundance of both. The man and woman, if any could be called such, were all rough around the edges and crude in both words and actions. It wasn't a place anyone went lightly. It was always a risk and a costly one sometimes. Paradise Cove was a dark corner of the world and Zayn liked it that way. With a deadly glare in his eyes and a bottle of rum in his hands he sauntered down the street towards where his ship was moored. He wondered who's hide he'd have to tan for the supplies still being on the dock this late into the day. He knew what he'd find of course as he neared his ship. As always nothing really got done in a hurry outside of pillaging and whoring on a pirate ship.Zayn decided he'd enjoy a quieter time drinking his rum off the ship then arguing with man who clearly didn't' want to do the work right now. So be it. He could tan their hides in the morrow when he was sober and hung over and grumpy for it. This thought actually appealed to him as he climbed up on top of a crate on the dock and sat facing the ocean. Ignoring the random noise that filtered down from the city and the ships around him. As always he'd moored on the outermost tier and he'd paid a hefty penny for the coveted location. That being said his reputation more then covered half the cost. He didn't much complain on the cost. Only enough to seem normal for these parts. Truth was the business was going well. He was after all very skilled at murdering and pirating. Something he was proud of. Since the day he was born to a ship he'd been learning to be a pirate.Never done got schooled, worthless crap that. He thought to himself as he drank more of the rum. He looked out over the fastness before him and smiled drunkenly. I gots the whole world at my fingertips. A ship beneath my feet and the wind at my sails. I ain't needing none of that schoolin crap. He thought happily as he took another swig and watched.Constance BlackwoodParadise Cove could very well be called The Paradise of Scoundrels. Nearly everyone in the small island was a person of less than good behavior. Most of the women were or had been prostitutes at some point. Nearly all of the men were pirates, and those who weren't had their own ways to con and deceive others. Gambling, stealing, lying, all of that was right at home in the island.The small streets and inns were fuller than usual that night. Many ships had stopped there, as the wind was not good enough to be out in the sea. Those who were already out didn't have much of a choice. The larger vessels wouldn't have much of a problem. Smaller ones should look out, though. High seas could easily capsize a small vessel.And that was exactly what happened to a vessel in the middle of the night. It was capsized by a tall wave, and most of the crew and the few passengers it carried - it was a cargo ship, but had accepted to transport a few people - drowned before they could reach something they could hold on to, or were targeted by the sinister grey shadows that always seemed near a shipwreck.That young woman - a governess on the way to a new family home - had been incredibly lucky. She had held on to a barrel that had floated near, and managed to swim to a fishing boat that had previously been attached to the vessel. Having nothing to use as oars, and tired of swimming, the young woman - dressed on a soaking wet black dress, and with long dark hair, that had gotten loosen with the commotion - ended up falling asleep, not seeing where the small boat led her.Even when the boat stopped, hours later, she continued fast asleep, not even feeling the jolt the boat made in stopping ashore. It had stopped in Paradise Island, right next to Zayn's ship.Zayn CruelZayn was drunk. Or well on his way there that it didn't matter. He had just emptied the bottle he held and sighed as he had to get off his crate to get another one. Setting down the bottle he fell off the crate and into the sea. Well damn. That wasn't what he'd intended. The harsh laughter that followed was quickly cut off as a small skiff landed on the dock nearly running him over. He cursed at it and swam up to the dock hoisting himself up. The laughter was soon replaced by cat calls and harsh whistles as the light from the lanterns illuminated the lovely beauty sleeping in a skiff. If it wasn't so cold in the sea he'd have laughed at the sight. Well damn, it's not everyday one sees a sight so fine.Zayn got himself out of the water and stood unsteadily staring down at the skiff. Looks like the girls as wet as I am, Zayn thought shaking his head. He sighed. Well he'd have to do something. Deciding his alcohol could wait though he was quite irritated already at having to forgo his night of drinking and reached down to grab her up by her arm and haul her from the boat only to realize that being drunk, wet and on uneven footing reaching down into a boat was not a good idea. Even before he could touch her he fell forwards.Cursing as more laughter rang out he swore savagely using as many colorful and intricate horrible curses he could think of that would have most normals blushing at the profanities.Constance BlackwoodIt took the young woman a while to wake up. She had been so tired, and the soft swaying of the skiff had acted as the soft rocking of a crib. Until the whistling and cat calling started, she had been sleeping light a baby. The sounds started waking her up, but before she could even open her eyes, something much more troublesome than harsh whistling and yelling disturbed her."By Jove!", a feminine voice with a thick British accent sounded suddenly.Zayn would probably not have much time for... anything, as the woman started pushing him."Get off me, you... you... perverted man!", the woman spoke up, causing the other men around to roar with laughter. It was clear whoever she was, the sleeping beauty was not a girl like the ones in the island. She seemed to be a lady, what, for those people, was as exotic a thing as a rhino would have been.Zayn CruelZayn growled low in his throat as his body seemed to be deciding that it didn't' want to work how it was. "Stop shoving at me already! I can't move if you keep shoving them bony fingers into my ribs!" His harsh words were followed by a harsh voice that was rough and growly as the man spoke. His tone crude and rough and not at all friendly. He put his hands down on either side of her and pushed up until he kneeling over her. "What in tarnation you doing asleep in a boat miles away from civland?" he asked her glaring down at her.He wondered why she irritated him so. Two of his man had come down to better see the odd sight and they laughed at his predicament. Zayn pushed himself up to his feet and staggered off the skiff and to the dock. Causing the skiff to rock to and fro in an uneasy way. Sway on the dock he glowered down at her. Wondering who she was and why a lady, for that surely was what this strange sight was, would be doing here.The man who stood on the dock next to him laughed and whistled at the 'pretty flower lass' he sighed. He held out his hand towards her to help her to the deck. "Get out of that thing and get your ass down to an Inn and into some dry clothes before you die on us." He grumbled as he waited for her to take his hand.Constance Blackwood"Mind your words!", the young woman exclaimed, out of instinct. That man had worse manners than the rowdiest children she had ever seen. And his scent made clear he had been drinking much more than any man should have been. Great, she was stuck in a boat with a brute and a drunk at once, after going through a shipwreck. When the man finally managed to get on his knees, the girl tried to move as far away from him as possible. It wasn't much, given his position and her dress."It is of no consequence to you what I am doing here!", she exclaimed.The present situation left her in a sour mood, which was no surprise, and that man only added to it.The rough compliment she heard from the other man made the girl bush, and she sat up slowly. Accepting the man's hand, she stepped out of the skiff and onto the deck. The next scene was strange, even for that place. Pulling her hand away from the man, she slapped his cheek. "Thank you", the woman said at the same time. "And I have nothing else to wear, would you have me go naked?", she added grumpily, not thinking about how her words would be received by those rude men.Zayn CruelZayn laughed loudly and rowdily at the slap. Even as the man around him thundered up with applause and laughter and more cat calls. The woman has guts he thinks laughing. The only reason he found any of it funny was because he was drunk and frankly used to being slapped by woman. "Lass ye ain't right," he said as she thanked him at the same time as she slapped him. What in the loving fuck. He let a rough sigh escape his lips as he turned from her. Reaching for the crate of run. He yanked a bottle out. Uncorked it with his teeth and tossed the cork into the sea as he spat it out. He swung the bottle up."Suit yourself, but naked works for me," he said roughly. Unconcerned about her mood and her situation. He frankly didn't care. Anyone who could thank him while slapping him was nuts.He sat back down on the crate as he watched her. Wishing her luck as the man around her drew closer to her. He wouldn't let them hurt her, but a little fear was good on this place.Constance BlackwoodThe man's laughter made Constance even more irritated. Something about that man made her deeply uneasy. It wasn't fear. For some reason, the young woman didn't fear that man. But something in her felt threatened all the same. The cat calls weren't helping as well. The poor lady had never heard that much profanity in her entire life. But maybe he had a point and she wasn't right. After what had happened, maybe she had indeed gone insane.Hugging herself when the man said naked worked for him, the woman took a step back. It was almost as though she feared that he would rip off her dress right there."Stop it!", she protested, while looking at those men drawing closer. Feeling her heart thunder in her chest, the woman started walking back, her gaze on the men. 'Oh, God, these men will deflower me', she thought, horrified. "Stay away from me!", the woman exclaimed, her voice taking a higher pitch due to the fear. "Get off!", she ordered, slapping a hand that had come too close, while looking for an opening she could take to get away from those men.Zayn CruelZayn watched the sight before him oddly intrigued. This was after all pretty common place here. A woman away from her district or on her own surrounded by rough man would usually end up taken in a back alley. Though usually she was a whore who chose the life. Though he had never taken a whore in a back alley he had had his fair share of whores in the Inns. He was after all male and didn't know any other life. He drank and watched the man who were going after the lass with a sick interest and finding it rather hilarious. At least until he realize how close to hysterics the woman was. Deciding he would take pity on her. One of his rare acts of mercy. He jumped down and drew himself up to his full height.He drew out his cutlass and stood stock still watching the man with deadly intent. His eyes flew from one to the other and as he drew the weapon the sharp strike of metal resounded as the man turned to face him. "She is mine," he said simply, for his crewmates that would be enough. For the others his reputation and the fact that he no longer appeared drunk as he moved forward with the fluid grace of a dancer was enough to deter the others. Zayn was well known to be deadly. Even drunk. As the man drew back and went off to search for targets not guarded by swords and deadly man. Zayn sheathed his blade and laugh."So Lass what'll it be? My company or theirs?" he grumbled.Constance BlackwoodConstance was too scared to think straight. All she could think was that those men would rape her, one by one. She had heard a few stories back in London, of girls who had been forcefully taken. But never that way, in a strange island, by a lot of rough men. The girl was besides herself with fear, and she had started crying when Zayn finally stood up.She froze in place, shaking like a leaf, when the man stood between her and the men. The tears had stopped, but the poor girl was ashen white as she waited to see what would happen.When the men drew back, the girl sighed in relief. At least until her mind retrieved what he had said. 'She is mine', he had told the man to get them off. Was she, now? "P-please, don't...", the young woman begged. Her eyes, large and chocolate brown, did a large part of the pleading. "Don't hurt me...", she completed, obviously too scared to move from her place. She felt as though her feet had been glued to the boards under them.Zayn CruelZayn regarded her with an odd expression twisting his face. A hint of darkness and pain twisted the edges of his otherwise cold and deadly expression. Zayn narrowed his gaze at her a moment truly seeing her for one moment before he sheathed him blade and took up the rum bottle gain. He held it out to her, "Unless the rum somehow drowns you lass I ain't gunna hurts you, now drink!" he thundered the last words with a laugh as he headed towards his ship wavering as he went.He grabbed another bottle of rum so that now he held two. He waved at her again with the bottle, "Well you comin or what?" He said drunkenly. Once again the rough drunk pirate. He uncorked the other rum bottle with his teeth and drank deeply.Constance BlackwoodConstance watched the man's expression with attention. Being a governess, one thing she had learned was to keep an eye out for people's expressions. In the field of domestic service, after all, one was subject to the whims of an employer. She could notice the man's dark expression, and that pain. A part of the girl wanted to ask what was happening. Yet, she didn't. Constance could feel that questions wouldn't be welcome.Eyeing the bottle of rum, Constance wondered if she should take a sip. One of her former employers had said a swig of some spirit was good for hysterics, and she was still on the verge of it. The woman could feel an urge to laugh, and the situation was not funny enough for that reaction. She could also feel her eyes burning as though she was about to cry."C-coming? Where?", Constance finally asked, managing to move from her spot. "You will not... do anything to me, right?", she completed, a muffled laughter escaping her lips while she tried to regain control of her nerves.Zayn CruelZayn felt again the tinge of regret and pain etching itself deep into his mind as he regarded her. He hated the memories his mind provided him. Hated the pain that latched onto his heart. He drank deeply drowning the voice of the past. Yet, still they came. Her simple words cut through him like a knife straight to his core. He tried to be respectable once. He'd been clean, sober, he'd been groomed and proper and right. He'd worked hard, made something of himself. All for a beautiful young woman who'd made him leave everything he knew for her. He'd seen her once out by the docks. Trailing her hand in the water watching the ships in the distance singing softly. He had fallen for her in that single moment. Sixteen and carefree, young and stupid he'd vowed to be worthy of her and that very night he'd left his father, his life, his friends, everything. Cut his hair short to undo the dreads and stolen a set of 'appropriate' clothing, Cleaned himself up and hired onto a normal ship. A normal man. They had shared four years of courtship and only one of marriage before his past came ramming home and one night he found a man who his father owed debts to standing over his wive's body in their home holding his daughter only a year old in his arms. A knife to her infant throat and laughter in the man's eyes. It was then he knew what had happen and he knew what the rough man of his past would do to woman of this side of the fence. Anger and grief and despair wared for first place in his heart as he stood unable to do anything to save his child anymore then he had been able to do to save his wife. As her body fell to land next to his wife something broke in Zayn and he lost himself to the darkness.He killed the man and left. Never looking back. Drinking every memory away. Drinking and pirating were all he knew. He went back to what he was. He grew his hair long, Matted it into dreadlocks with bones and beads and strands of cloth. He embraced what he was born to. He was a pirate through and through. He left the man he'd become in the ashes of his burning home. After setting the place ablaze as a pyre to his wife. He'd never looked back.He growled low in his throat coming back to himself. "I ain't ever hurt a woman," he barked out through gritted teeth and it was the honest truth. He'd rather die than hurt a woman. Without another word he left her there and headed up to the ship. He walked up the ramp and glared murderously at the man who greeted him. His first mate. "Get us the hell out of here, yesterday," he growled to the man who paled a few shades knowing that when his boss got in one of these moods, he was more likely to kill than to speak. Without even pausing to hear the man's response Zayn went to his cabin leaving the door ajar in the event the lass followed him. Honestly he didn't care if she followed him or not. He didn't care where she went. He was done with her. He wanted nothing more than to be away from here and away from her. Her innocence would get her killed or worse and he didn't want to think on it. He finished the second bottle of rum and grabbed up another from his stash behind his desk and drank half in one shot. His feet up on his desk and leaning back in his chair. He closed his eyes briefly as he kept drinking.Constance BlackwoodConstance could never imagine the life Zayn had lived. Seeing him, she could only see the dirty and rugged pirate. The man who dran himself away because he wanted to. Who spent his time with whores because he would never want a life with a respectable woman. For her, there were no secrets about this man. Nothing deeper than the fact that he was a dirty drunk without anything resembling manners. And now she was at his mercy. Her mind raced with all kinds of ideas. What would he do to her? His words about her being his made Constance's heart tighten. She had never belonged to a man before, naturally. But it sounded like a messy process, and she would never want to be his if it wasn't in a legal sense. And of course, she was too much of a proper girl to even entertain the idea of belonging to a pirate.When Zayn said he had never hurt a woman, though, Constance believed him. Something in her believed the man's words. She wasn't sure about his men, though. But maybe... she wondered if he would keep her from getting hurt as well.There was not time for thinking, though. For now, she needed to be around the man. She needed a way out of that cursed island, and a way to keep safe. So, feeling that being around the man was her best bet for now, Constance followed him after some hesitation. "Sir", she called to him, stopping at the door of his cabin. "Where does this vessel go? Is it prudent to set sail with the sea as it is? What... what will be made of me?". The last question was the one Constance was more concerned about, and she braced herself for the answer.Zayn CruelZayn was well into drinking again when he heard her soft voice and sighed. He had never enjoyed a woman who nagged at him. He sighed and opened his eyes to pin her with a lethal glower. "I am not a sir, call me Zayn or Captain. Otherwise I ain't nothing but a pirate and proud of it so shut this sir crap down!" he growled darkly at her drinking deeper from the bottle. His dark gaze focused on the ground as he took yet another drink before he replied to her other questions. He wasn't angry at her only at the fact she could ram his past home to him in a way that made his blood turn to ice."The man are loading the cargo and our rum supplies tonight. We sail at first light. The tide will be with us and if we take the east current we will avoid the storm and only hit it's outer edge. Our journey will take us about two weeks longer putting us at roughly a month in the sea before we hit land again. We'll try and take on a few ships as we go for coin and pleasure." He stopped talking as he watched her before continuing on. With a soft sigh he came to her final question and anger darkened his gaze. "Lass I ain't gunna say this again, I ain't hurt a woman ever, I ain't gunna touch you. All I intend to do is take you to port and heaven forbid you make noise for me I'm going to toss you to the sea!" He growled angrily. Though his last words were a lie. He'd never toss her off the ship even if she made him crazy. He was not this kind of man. Even if he pretended to be.Zayn regarded her in his doorway and grinned, "You gunna get drunk with me now? Or after my man scare you some more?"Constance BlackwoodZayn's gaze made Constance take a deep breath. She felt scared of the man, and at the same time, annoyed at him. The girl couldn't really tell why this particular man annoyed her so. He was not the first uncouth and rude man she had ever met. But he was the first to bother her this much. It seemed like everything he said was irritating to her, and Constance couldn't put her finger on the reason. "Very well, Captain", she corrected herself. His language was enough to make her blush, even if she was afraid of him. And his drinking was clearly unpleasant.After he answered about the safety of sailing off, Constance felt just a little at ease. His rude response to her about tossing her to the sea irritated the woman again. Why did he have to be so much of a brute? she wondered."I will not get drunk with you! Not now, not ever! And I want you to know, sir, that you are a dirty and disgusting drunk!", the girl exclaimed, this time calling him sir on purpose to annoy him.Zayn CruelZayn laughed at her response. Enjoying the sound of captain from her lips. So prime and proper. He would love to corrupt her. He laughed at his own stupidity. No one corrupted a proper woman, instead they were corrupted by her. His past was proof of this. If he'd stuck to his guns he'd have never had the pain he now lives in to deal with. He drank the rest of the bottle and tossed it onto the table grabbing another. At this rate he'd be piss drunk by moonrise. He laughed at the thought. Who was he kidding he was already piss drunk. He was just working on getting even more so. He wondered if he should consider eating something and decided alcohol was enough. Uncorking it with his teeth just to infuriate her he watched her temper boil over and laughed. it infuriated him, but not nearly as much as her anger amused him."And proud of it," he said in response and thumped the bottle down on the desk rising unsteadily to his feet tilting this way and that as he attempted to stand. Damn when had the deck began swaying this badly. Was that the alcohol of the storm. He couldn't tell. His head buzzed loudly in his ears and he glared hatred at her. "Lass I ain't a sir and I never will be, so mind that foul tongue of yours or I'll cut it right out. You don't' want to drink fine. Leave me. I intend to get good and wasted and your killing my buzz." not entirely true, but the words were fun to say.He swayed unsteadily as he tried to move around the desk and ended up falling onto it. Sitting on it's surface he grinned at her. "On the other hand I could just sit here and drink," he mumbled grabbing his bottled and taking a drink.Constance Blackwood"Ugh!", the lass responded, infuriated when the man said he was proud of being a dirty drunk. That was way too much. Constance could not believe she was stuck with tht man. He was dirty, disgusting and all she could think was that she wanted to be away from him, as soon as possible. And at the same time, some sort of morbid curiosity made the girl want to spend more time with the man and understand him. Of course, that was not but stupid curiosity and she would have to do without knowing. There was nothing about the man, after all. He was just a pirate, as deep as a tea spoon."Well, if I choose to call you sir than I shall. And you are so drunk you could not aim at my tongue if you wanted to!", the girl replied, irritated. Who was he to accuse her of having a foul tongue when he was the one spewing curses left and right?"You stay thee and drink yourself to death! I shall be anywhere away from yo until we reach shore... sir!". After shooting out the last word almost as an insult, Constance walked away from the door, not really waiting for an answer.Zayn CruelIf Zayn could actually care he probably would and knowing the rough men on his crew he'd have probably followed her out the door. As it was he was oddly driven insane by the woman in more ways than one. He was fascinated by her in ways he hadn't been by a woman in a long long time. He closed his eyes and took a deeper sip of his alcohol. He lay back and wondered if she would be getting into trouble abovedeck. He sighed with his own stupidity and forced himself to stand up. He had to grab hold of the desk to keep standing as the room spun out. He shivered. Damn he really was drunk. Well now that didn't do well.Stumbling towards the door he slammed into the wall next to it and cursed horribly at it. He could hear the cat calls and lewd comments coming from his crew he sighed. Yahp they were every bit as dirty as they always were. He stumbled out into the hallway and ended up having to stop at the stairs leading up to t he upper deck and hold onto the banister to remain standing upright as the world spun. He spotted a man grabbing at her rear end in the brief moment before everything starting to spin faster. Well damn. So much for equilibrium. This would be fun trying to fight while clearly far too drunk. He watched curiously at the blurry spinning scene above. He wondered what body part the woman would take for such a bold action from a pirate. And laughed. She'd no doubt take his cock. He thought to himself highly amused by her spirit.Constance BlackwoodConstance was in a really sour mood when she went up above deck. It wouldn't do to stay with a drunk who seemed to have a lot of fun insulting her and using dirty language. No, she would try her luck upstairs. Up there, she would at least breathe some fresh air. And maybe they would leave her alone. Who knew, right? Of course that second hope was shattered really fast, since as soon as the woman set foot up above deck, the cat calling and comments had started. Apparently, Constance thought to herself, those men had never seen a lady before.While there were only words, though, the woman was somewhat willing to endure. Once the first man dared to touch her, things changed really fast. She was not willing to endure that, and she was a big girl, enough to defend herself. It was a reflexive action, when she slapped the man hard and sent her knee to his groin, pushing the pirate away."Do not ever touch me again!", the young woman exclaimed, furious.Zayn CruelZayn roared in laughter as she kneed the man in the groin and he watched blurrily as the man fell too his knees cradling his groin in his hands. Cursing revoltingly. Zayn laughed harder. Served the bastard right. He started to try and go up the spinning steps and instead missed the step and fell flat on his back with a loud crash that silenced the laughter upstairs. Opps. He laughed harder. If he laughed any harder he would stop breathing. After a few minutes struggling to get to his feet he heard the man who had finally recovered enough from the crushed testicles to speak."You bitch!," he howled in a deadly growl. The man drew a blade and Zayn cursed foully as he realized she would have to stand her own at the man. His head began to pound enough to let him know he needed to be lying down and sleeping soon. He sighed and decided he would watch the encounter from his position at the bottom of the stairs.He blinked as he watched the man brandishing the blade threateningly, "bitch your lucky I fear the captain's wrath more than yours otherwise I'd take a pound of flesh for this," and with that he sheathed the blade and seething in anger rose and headed to the deck. No doubt to find a whore to sooth his loons.Zayn laughed lightly at the show. Yah he'd have deliberately taken every part of the man off him and fed it to him before his death. He wasn't known for his kindness.Constance BlackwoodConstance was still seething with anger at the man who had dared touch her. She wasn't a rich lady, or a noblewoman, but that was too much even for a simple girl. She wanted nothing more than to be home and away from all these nasty men. Specially the 'captain', who was dead drunk at the moment. It was really disgusting to think of herself spending weeks on end with those men. Yet, there wasn't a choice to be made there.When the man drew his blade, Constance turned white. She had acted without thinking, and now she was in real danger. Thanking her lucky stars that the captain had said she was his, the woman watched as the man left the ship. Sighing in relief, the young woman walked down the stairs to the captain's cabin."Ugh, what a dirty drunk you are, captain", she reprimanded, before skipping him over and entering the cabin. "I will have you know that I will not go up in the middle of your savages again!", the woman completed.Zayn CruelZayn laughed at her words as he leaned against the wall watching her and the room spinning around him. For all he knew she could be doing interpretive dance rather then walking down the stairs it would all look the same. If only she knew he thought bitter as she called him yet again a dirty drunk. Which was actually accurate and he didn't care one wit. He simply laughed. She was right about everything. They were savages. They lived by a code she didn't understand, if she had she'd have known better then to go above deck at port. It was the only time the man were unruly and didn't stay their place. They didn't need to, for there was no work to be done and no lashes should they fail to do it. They were free to do as they please.Life aboard a ship was all about knowing the rules. Once one knew the rules, there was a freedom to be had that few could fathom. He watched her enter his cabin and smiled. At least she was wise enough not to venture above deck without him for now. Once they left port it wouldn't matter. Well it wouldn't until they were raiding then it really would be life or death above deck and she'd likely be dead by mistake if not on purpose well before he could prevent her from doing anything stupid. She had already made an enemy of someone aboard his ship. Deserving or not, it wouldn't matter to Matis.Sighing in frustration and running his hand through his hair he stumbled after her into the cabin and to the desk. He fell against it and picked up his rum bottle satisfied that it was still half full. He waved it toward the door to the left of the desk, before taking a sip. "There's a cot in there go sleep," he said his voice slurring the words. "Door doesn't lock, but I ain't going in there till morning. I have work to do." He added as an after-thought as he slumped onto the top of his desk sending papers and quills flying from the desk to the floor with the soft tinkle of gold coins hitting the deck. Beautiful sound. He thought to himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes. The bottle slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor with a sharp crash of glass on wood. He would have cursed, but already the blackness pulled him under and he no longer cared enough to fight it.Constance BlackwoodConstance stood at a corner, staying as far away from Zayn as she possibly could. She felt like he was still a dirty and disgusting drunk, but he was still the lesserof two evils. He was one, and she could fend him off if needed. At least in his current condition. She was not sure whether or not she'd be able to fight the man off had he been sober. But then again, he didn't seem like the man who was usually sober. That was yet to be seen, but there was the hope that he would not touch her, at least, as he had promised.With a soft sigh, the young woman decided that she could get some rest. Maybe slip out of her wet dress before she caught something and made her situation even worse. After some hesitation, Constance nodded. "Very well. If you touch me, I will kill you", she replied, very serious.Shaking her head, Constance watched as the man fell asleep. What a drunk, she thought to herself, crossing the door to the cot. After looking around, she closed the door and took a deep breath. Blushing, the woman slipped out of the dress, removing her crinoline and staying only with the white underdress. It was wet, but she wouldn't slip out of it for the life of her. Sniffling a little, the woman slipped into bed and closed her eyes, hoping she was not coming down with a cold in a ship full of rude men.Zayn CruelZayn slept through until the scent of baked break woke him with a start. A start he rather wished he hadn't had as he sat bolt upright and felt as though his skull was about to explode. He groaned aloud. Damn this shit. Why did he drink again. Then he remember. The woman, the night, the Inn. He hated being in port. Even here. Every house, every sound, every laughter, every damn female voice made his life a living hell of memories he couldn't' erase and couldn't escape. Cursing he rose to his feet and groaned some more. Why had he slept on his desk. Apparently to make his life all the more annoying. Grumbling to himself about the mess he took out a bottle of rum and starting drinking. While he worked on getting good and drunk and therefore no longer hung over he started picking up his mess. The shards of glass were the hardest to get gathered while the ship kept rocking to and fro, but he managed. The papers and other accoutrement from the desks surface was easier.He wondered who was baking bread as he took his bottle and the sheet of paper with his inventory and headed above deck to find the source of the smell and to check that everything was in order for his departure. Leaving the room ignoring the fact the girl was in his chambers he headed towards where the cook was unloading barrels of -- something Zayn had no idea what."Where's the bread?" he demanded of the man. Who gave him a smile and pointed to the box set nearly on the side with a scrawled note that read Captain Zayn on it. He grinned opened the box and found a large loaf of spicy bread sitting inside. He grinned even wider and took the box. He turned to a man who'd been eyeing his bread box and handed him the inventory. With a cruel smile he said, "check inventory and maybe I'll have cook make you all some spicy bread," he said and headed off. It was his favourite. Cook knew that and it was why he'd done this. It was also tradition. You don't mess with tradition on the sea. Soon as they would leave port the crew would get some too. Cook always made more then one loaf, but somehow the man always left one sitting exactly there on the deck for Zayn.This was how life should be. He thought as he set the box down and leaned back in his seat tearing off a chunk and savouring the warm bread with rum. Divine. Heave. Perfection. Zayn could spend all morning here in this moment.Constance BlackwoodConstance also slept as soon as she managed to relax and find a good position. It wasn't too easy to sleep feeling Zayn's scent all around her. The ideas in her mind were strange, and made her feel in a way she had never felt before. Coming to the conclusion that her body was just reacting to her nerves and probably the beginning of a cold, Constance decided not to think about that strange feeling, or about the captain.Sleeping was easy once the young governess managed to find a position, and she felt like it had been the best night's sleep she had ever had. At least until she woke up, hearing the sounds coming from the other room. She could smell something baked, and it didn't really sit well in her stomach. She wasn't the kind of the person who was used to extensive time in a ship, after all.Still groggy, and forgetting what she was wearing, Constance stumbled to the door and opened it, standing there. "Oh, in Christ's holy name", she grumbled, "are you drinking again this early?".Zayn CruelZayn would have growled if he was so shocked by the woman standing in his doorway when he opened his eyes after savoring the bread. Deliberately he took a large drink of rum. "Aye lass I'm drinking again," he said laughing at her version of profanity. He found it truly cute and oddly charming. He started chomping down on another giant piece of bread and spoke around a mouth full. "You know your not wearing clothes right?"Truly Zayn loved this time of the morning as the tide tugged happily at the ship and the smell of salt was thick in the air. He leaned forwards and watched her with hooded eyes as he ate his meal. He could see every curve her dress had hid and she was truly a beautiful sight. And if the woman was gunna walk around nearly naked he was going to take that as permission to ogle. He had meant what he said about not touching her, or doing anything to her, but she couldn't expect him not to look at her of course.Constance BlackwoodConstance really hadn't thought about her clothing - or lack thereof. She had literally just gotten out of bed. And she wasn't exactly feeling her best. The feeling of the cold she was nearly sure was starting, plus the soft rocking of the ship made her worry too much about standing up to care about almost everything else. "You are beyond hope!", she exclaimed. The man's words about her clothes made her look down. A little bit of color came to her cheeks, as she took a step back.Gasping a little, the woman retreated back into the small chamber and slammed the door shut. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. Great, she really needed to be seasick as well. "You indecent heathen!", she exclaimed, before stumbling back to her dress and starting the process of putting it back on.Zayn CruelZayn might have been drunk, but he didn't miss the signs of seasickness and felt instantly like an ass for not only insulting her, but also making her feel worse. He sighed. Put down the bread he'd been eating and set the rum aside. He could keep getting drunk later. The ship would be taking off soon and the last thing he wanted was to have her illing on his hands. He took down a large kettle and set it to boiling over a small portable hot plate lit by a large candle. It was an intricate setup. Something his father had learned from one of them tribes living somewhere in the wilderness of hell. He set the kettle on the heater and filled it with clean water. One of the few commodities on a ship. Leaving the pot to boil he picked up a small copper tin and opened it pulling out some dried herbs and setting them into the kettle. Another thing his father had learned from the strange people. Zayn knowing how horrible the brew tasted from his own childhood woes took down the jar of herbs he kept that always added a lovely fragrance when one was without washing water for long periods of time. It was something his wife had taught him. He opened it and froze as the smell overwhelmed him.The delicate scent of flowers.A single tear flowed down his cheek as he caressed the jar with a tender touch that belaid the man's otherwise gruff and angry demeanor. That simple action showed a tender loving side to a dirty pirate. The true side of Zayn no one ever witnessed. He headed back to the table all the while holding the jar. Making no move to hide the tenderness he used as he worked. This one strange pot of flowery smelling herbs was the man's second treasure. One of only two things he treasured in this world. The first was an item no one had ever seen. A necklace, which held a locket, inside the locket was the picture of his wife and child.He took out a pinch of the herbs and set them in the water. The instant he did the smell of them filled the cabin with the lightest of flowered scents. Something that any noble woman would recognize immediately as rosewood, rose, rosemary and lavender mixed with a hint of coconut. Usually used in expensive perfumes.Constance BlackwoodConstance hated to think of how this trip would be. She was feeling sick with just the soft swaying before they even left port, she could wonder what it would be like once they actually set sail. And to add to that, she was stuck with a drunk captain and a bunch of indecent and potentially violent men. It was basically her worst nightmare. And her dress was still wet, making her give up on wearing it. After a long and tired sigh, the woman placed her dress away from her and returned to the bed, curling up on it.She could hear someone moving at the other side of the cabin, and follow it somewhat, specially after the herbs started being settled into the kettle. The scent that came from the mix Zayn set on the water surprised her. Of course, Constance couldn't afford expensive perfumes, but she had worked for ladies in the past and knew they used something that smelled similar.Pulling herself out of the bed with a soft moan, the woman stood up and walked slowly to the door with silent footsteps. Instead of saying anything, she just kept watching the man, surprised at the change in his usually hard and gruff expression. He seemed almost... soft, she thought, noticing how much better his expression seemed that way.Zayn CruelZayn stared into the mix letting the memories of his past and the soft laughter of his wife's voice as she had poked fun at him when he'd blatantly refused to drink 'perfume water' as he'd called it. That is until he realized just how good it actually tasted which was why she'd been making fun of him. He watched the smoke curl up around his hand which still hovered over the pot. As the tendrils danced around his fingers drops of moisture clinging to his skin he felt a shiver at the long ago memories and wondered if he'd ever feel that kind of love again. Closing his eyes he savoured the remnant of time he could never have again. Slowly he closed the pot and put it away on it's shelf. His fingers caressing it's surface one more time. Slowly he withdrew his hand and a cold dark look of loss and longing covered his features as another tear flowed down his face. "I'm sorry Sonia," he whispered as he turned away from the jar and let the memories of his past. Go. Grabbing his run he drank until he didn't feel like he was being strangled anymore.The water boiled moments later and he poured a cup. Unaware that he was being watched he let his expressions remain as he truly felt. Torn and bleeding deep inside. He regarded the cup and waited for it to darken to the rich caramel color that would indicate it was ready. Only then did he look up and anger flared at what he saw, but it vanished. She hadn't been spying on him as h first assumed when he saw her. "Come and sit down," he said gently indicating the cup, "drink that you'll feel better in a few minutes," and without another word he left his office.Constance BlackwoodConstance stayed where she was, quietly watching the pirate. He seemed sad, and heartbroken, about something she could not define. Whatever it was, it was clear it hurt him deeply. She didn't really plan on stand there and watch him. Her first idea had been to simply peek through the door, see what the man was doing, and then return to bed. But his expression had attracted her curiosity to a point where she had forgotten what was proper. She had never been that close to a man before. And that man had a strange effect on her. He infuriated her and interested her deeply at the same time.Trying to shake this feeling, she moved when the man told her to sit down. It was strange to see him being so gentle. Nodding, she sat down in front of the cup and inhaled the scent that came from it. "Thank you", the young woman still murmured, starting to sip the tea. As she did so, Constance tried not to think about how strange it was to be sitting on her undergarments and drinking tea made by a drunken pirate... who seemed to attract her almost irrationally.Zayn CruelIt didn't pass on Zayn that she was still in her undergarments, he just didn't comment on it as he made his way through the ship and onto the docks. He passed one of the mates on his ship, "Have you counted for guest? Increase the provisions." he commanded handing the man a few gold coins. "Yes Captain," the man replied before turning around. Zayn sighed knowing half the coins would no doubt be spent on something stupid he didn't think about it. It would just annoy him. As most of the way of life he was forced to live did. Sighing deeply he headed to the nearest tailor shop and after a brief discussion with the man had acquired a series of clothing items for the girl he would be forced to travel with.Hopping she had settled down a little from the night before and had lightened up he headed back to the ship carrying the small trunk of clothing with him. He re-entered his office some time later as the final arrangements for departure were being haggled out by his first mate and the dock keeper. Zayn set the trunk down on the floor of his office and looked over at her, "So you feel like prancing around in your underwear or wish to actually wear clothing?" he asked her with a wide shit eating grin on his face as he stood back up to face her.Constance BlackwoodConstance stayed where she was and sipped the tea slowly, to the end. She closed her eyes when she was done, waiting for the herbs to take effect. As they did and she started feeling better, color returned to the girl's color, and she could feel her appetite starting to make itself felt. After some hesitation, the young governess took a few tiny bites off the bread Zayn had left behind. It was just enough to keep her going, and she then stopped eating and waited for the man to return. He would probably have something to say, or some orders to give, she wondered.When the man returned, she stood up, waiting to see what was up. She had no idea what he had in the trunk. His words made the girl turn as red as a cherry, and she acted out of reflex. Her delicate hand flew towards the man's face with a loud slapping sound. "Indecent heathen!", she exclaimed, furious. "The only reason I am wearing only this is because these are the only dry pieces I own!".Zayn CruelZayn laughed loudly and felt the sting of his cheek. He could have chosen to block the hit, but he didn't simply because it always succeed to make him laugh. It was something different and usual. He had never been slapped by a girl before. Well at least none he found attractive. His laughter died a few moments later and he indicated the truck at his feet, "Well that much I figured, with the gown you were wearing that thing must take six hundred years to dry!" he exclaimed and pulled open the top of the box. "Now while this isn't something fancy crap you couldn't walk around aboard ship without tripping and falling, it'll at least fit you and you'll be decently covered," he said gruffly.He pointed to the stack of neatly folded clothing. It was a few sets of undergarments and a sets of dresses that were made to be worn aboard a ship. Long dresses and intricate tops.Constance BlackwoodConstance narrowed her eyes, irritated. She had not expected Zayn to laugh at her slapping him. She had expected or even wanted him to get upset. To get angry at her and lash out. It really didn't matter, though. She was too furious - or confused - to care about the man's reaction. It was her own reaction to Zayn that bothered Constance. She felt angry and drawn to the man at the same time.Trying to ignore her confusion, the woman paid attention to the clothes Zayn showed her. Her jaw dropped in seeing the flamboyant pieces. She looked at Zayn and crossed her arms. "What... I... do you think I am going to wear this?", she asked, clearly outraged.Zayn CruelZayn laughed even harder at her reaction. And just as he opened his mouth to speak the ship lurched and he spread his legs to absorb the rocking. turning away from her he said, "well lass you can go naked or stay in your skivvies," he said as he walked out of his office closing the door. With quick steps he walked up to the top deck where his men where hard at work. "Get that stuff below deck! I want hits deck clear!" he barked as he walked through the man."Aye captain" they barked at him as they ran to and fro to do his bidding. Zayn smiled at the sight. He always loved the rush of power he felt. He laughed at the thought of how his man would react to seeing the female who was so prime and proper dressed as a pirate. They would flip and he would laugh for days. He grinned as he made his way to the wheel and began to set the course. Noting where the storm was located.Constance BlackwoodWhen the ship lurched, Constance let out a yelp and had to grip Zayn's arm so she wouldn't fall. After the ship stabilized, the young woman pushed away, placing her hands on her hips while she looked at the clothes. It was completely impossible, she thought, to wear those clothes. Yet, Zayn had a point. She needed to make up her mind. And she needed to get dressed.After some hesitation, she picked out one of the outfits. After making sure nobody could enter the office, she undressed and changed into one of the pieces. It felt terribly awkward that she was wearing something actually form fitting. All of her clothing so far had been pieces that concealed her body. Now, her breasts, waist, hips, everything fit into the dress and her feminine forms could be clearly seen.Once dressed, Constance tied her hair on a braid and opened the door. She wasn't sure about what to do, but decided to go up on the deck. Maybe there was some work for her to do?Zayn CruelZayn was shouting orders to the man on deck while Constance was getting dressed. His voice barking loudly across the deck. Resonating in the air. The ship slowly took on speed as it pulled away from Paradise Cove. Zayn could feel the wind whipping around his head from where he stood at the helm of the ship. The sharp scent of saltwater stinging his nose and a smile curving his face. He always loved the sea's welcoming embrace when they departed from shore. With the steady thump thump thump of the water slapping against the hall the ship took off into the channel and reached full speed. Eyes sparkling with delight and pride Zayn looked over to the entrance from the lower decks where his cabin was located and froze in mid movement as he saw Constance appearing onto the deck.Dressed as a pirate lady she looked stunning. He could feel his mouth drop and his eyes grow wide as he watched her. He had to force himself to blink to stop staring at her. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat he called out, "LASS!" to indicate his position in case she was looking for him. He gave her a wide smile. He felt both drawn to her and annoyed at seeing her on deck. She was a distraction. Not only to him he noticed and a quiet anger rose up inside him as he noticed the way the other other man paused to look at her and ogle. He let a low growl of anger rise in his throat and glared at the man around him who quickly went back to work fearing his anger. As they should. Zayn thought darkly.Constance BlackwoodConstance was really unsure about whether or not she should be on deck. Having been raised as a proper British girl, Constance had never thought much about her body. It was something one kept hidden at all times and didn't mention. Now, of course, she was in a completely different environment. People there didn't even try to be anything close to proper, and everyone basically did and said what they felt like. And yet... her observation of Zayn made Constance wonder if everything was really as it seemed. She had never though a pirate would actually be kind to a lady and have the decency to keep her safe and away from prying eyes - even his own - as she got dressed.For a moment, she wondered what life would be like if she stayed. Of course, it was a thought she quickly shook out. It would be absurd to stay in there, living on a ship with those brutes. Her line of thought was interrupted when Zayn shouted for her. Feeling a chill down her spine at the man's smile, and the way the other looked at her, Constance crossed the deck and went to the captain. The soft swaying of the ship made her have to move in a way her feminine attributes became even more evident, and she could feel her heart race and her cheeks burn. "Captain", she murmured, stopping in front of Zayn. "Would you like me to do some form of work to earn my keep?", she asked, trying to ignore the gazes in her direction.Zayn CruelZayn froze at her words. At first all he could do was watch the swaying of her hips as she crossed the distance between them and climbed the stairs. But that wouldn't do for where his eyes should be and he quickly looked into her eyes. Not failing to note the color in her cheeks. He smiled at her politely and then said, "You look lovely." He didn't comment on her offer to work for her keep yet, that would come. He'd mortify her a little more first, "you look much better like that then in your undergarments, less likely to get taken. Makes my job easier."One of the man next to him said, "You want an easy job captain chain her to your bed!" the man said laughter. Zayn cut him a dry look."Rather chain you there Cort, you look about as pretty as a lass and from what I hear your as soft in bed as one," Zayn said to the man who turned red and then started to for his sword before thinking better of it. The others around started laughing. Until one shouted out."Should put her in a paper bag, she's far too pretty a thing to be on a pirate ship she'll distract us all into our deaths!" The older man said sneering at Constance before he spat at her feet and left. Zayn glowered after the old man and sighed."Ah don't mind them Lass, they don't see woman folk on this deck often, much less pretty lass's like you," Zayn said to Constance before returning to a serious matter, "as for earning your keep, you know anything about ships?" After a pause he added. "Well outside of how to get drowned off one?"Constance BlackwoodConstance really hoped that Zayn wouldn't make any comment on her appearance. It was bad enough that she had to put something on that made her body so... visible. It was terribly awkward, and the way she had to walk made it even more evident. And she could notice that the men were looking at her way too much. Trying to ignore that, she paid attention to Zayn. His compliment made her blush even more. It was a strange feeling inside her. The girl felt angry, and at the same time flattered at the man's reaction. His words about her being seen by him in her undergarments made the woman want to slap the man, and she had to use all of her self-control not to do so.Standing there, hearing as the men spoke about her, Constance was red as though her entire blood had gone up to her face. She kept silent, and jumped a little when the older man spat on her feet. Constance was used to being treated as "less than", being a governess. But nothing like that kind of humiliation. Her eyes watered up a little, but she raised her chin and stared at the man."I have never been in a ship, naturally, as a part of the crew", she replied. "I can only do things that are done in land, like cooking and sewing". Her little mean streak showing, she completed. "I can also teach manners to rebellious children. Maybe you could use my services in that matter?".Zayn CruelZayn regarded the man around him contemplating what Constance had said. He frowned at her words for a moment. Thinking. He didn't want her to feel like a burden somehow he knew how important than twas to her. Zayn might act like a complete asshole on purpose, but the honest truth was he wasn't one. He abhorred being one. He simply wanted to be himself. That whoever he'd learned wasn't possible. It only ended in death."Well as fun as it would be to watch you turn my bunch of rebellious children into proper ladies I fear they'd kill ya first. They ain't quite right ya know. Well Cook could always use extra hands in the kitchens. He's a rather hard one to get along with, but a lass like you don't strike him pretty so y'all aught get along fine," he said. Reverting to a more broken speech just to annoy her. He could easily have said all that in proper english, but he found it rather fun to toss around various broken versions of the language. He'd encountered many variants of it in his travels and this one always provide entertainment, until he was shot for it that was.Zayn was an interesting man in that he lived to be as annoying as he possibly could be. Regardless of the situation.Constance BlackwoodConstance was still red in the face and feeling her heart race. Yet, she waited patiently for Zayn's decision. It was true that the young woman didn't want to just be a burden. She had never been idle in her life. Having come from a poor family, the young girl had started serving as a maid as soon as she could hold the weight of a tea tray. As she grew older, the girl started learning reading, writing and other subjects, in hopes of rising above the physical and hard work of a maid.At sixteen, Constance had gotten her first position as a governess. It was a good form of work in a way that put you above other servants, but it was also hard work. Some children lacked discipline and were extremely rebellious. It was sometimes hard to keep being patient, specially when the children called her names in private. But it was still better than doing laundry and scrubbing floors.And now, she had been in that shipwreck while going to a new position, and her entire life had changed. Trying not to think of it, Constance nodded. "Very well, captain", she replied, gazing at her feet. "Should I go now?".Zayn CruelZayn regarded her, he could sense she was feeling the weight of her loss heavily. After all her whole life was shattered. Adrift at sea with pirates and a woman no less. He wanted to give her some form of comfort, but knew that to look weak before the man around him would cost him and her dearly. If he was weak they would challenge him. In that regard he could not keep her safe from them then. Only their fear of him kept them from attacking her and taking what they desired.Zayn looked at the man around him. Watching him. Judging her reaction and his words. They wondered if in a drunken stupor Zayn had acted rashly by bringing the stranger aboard. Maybe he had, but he would not share that with them. Or his doubts about her and what she meant to him personally. Sighing slightly he regarded her for a long moment."Yah, go see Cook, he'll get you settled," Zayn said to the laughter of the man. He knew what working for Cook would mean for her. No one scared the man more than Cook. Cook could be a right nightmare, but if anyone would treat her right and pose less of a threat to her it would be him. The man wasn't into womanfolk which is probably what scared most of these man now that he thought about it. Cook was a mountain of a man, but he was a true sweetheart if you didn't cross him. Which was basically staying out of his kitchen and out of his way and not touching what you shouldn't. Zayn felt relatively confident that she would be safe with Cook.Constance BlackwoodConstance felt confused and scared. Her life had been mild and peaceful. Her worst problem had been getting along with her employers and their children. Now, she would have given anything to resume that life. Closing her eyes for a moment, the young woman tried not to cry. Crying would do her no good at all, and she needed to buck up and be strong. That could not be her life forever. She would eventually go back to land, and go back to her simple life, performing menial tasks for rude ladies and hearing bad words from spoiled children.Nodding when Zayn told her to go see the Cook, Constance nearly made her usual courtesy. Catching herself in time, the young woman simply nodded and looked around her, trying to figure out where to go to. After seeing the place that was most likely to be the kitchen area, she moved in that direction, doing her best not to trip or look embarrassed. Considering whether or not she should knock on the door, the young woman inched the door open and peeked in. "Excuse me?", she murmured. "Capitain Zayn asked me to come here and aid you with your work", she explained, waiting for the man to either tell her to come in or treat her like a sick dog and tell her to get the hell away from his kitchen. She suspected the latter was more likely, but didn't say anything after her first words.Zayn CruelThe cook was a bulky man who had as much fat as muscles covering his body. He looked terrifying in his harsh scowl and hard cold eyes, but a slight smile curved his lips and his face lightened into the jovial man he was. "Come in lass, Zayn is a complicated man, but he's not stupid. You'll be safe here. Now you know how to work a kitchen?" Cook asked with a wide smile as he regarded the woman before him. She didnt' do anything for him, but he could see where for Zayn she would completely devestate him. Her looks resembled Zayn's wife, but her appearance wasn't everything. Even though she could have been a double for Zayn's wife. She was nothing like that woman. Cook could tell that for one Constance wasn't from money, but was used to being around it. For another she was kind, gentle and had a spirit unbreakbable. It was something Cook valued and found charming.The ensamble she wore made him smile at how awkward she appeared with her new appearance. In time she would realize that Zayn hadn't meant it as a slap at her, but as a weapon for her use. Amongst the jakals that Zayn had on his ship she would have all the power in the world if she built up the right reputation and wasn't easily cowed by the animals. Cook could see the fire inside her and it made him proud."I'm peeling potatos you can come in and help me if you please,' he said. His accent was thick which slurred some of the words and made it clear this was not his native tongue.Constance BlackwoodConstance felt slightly scared of the cook. He seemed… aggressive, at least at the first sight. When the man smiled, though, the young woman relaxed and smiled back. She stepped into the kitchen and took a deep breath. “Yes, sir. Naturally, I have never worked a ship’s kitchen, but part of my work back in land was to do some of the cooking, and I naturally cooked for myself. I am sure I will learn the workings here easily”. For the first time in a long time, Constance didn’t feel ashamed of her work. Not because the situation in the ship was so much worse (though it was), but because she was doing what she needed to do to survive. Just like these men.It was odd, but in just a few moments in the kitchen, Constance already felt a little bit better. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do yet, but being in a place where she wasn’t constantly under threat of being touched in an improper way was comforting. And - she thought looking around herself - there was plenty she could use to defend herself should any of those men come down and try to be funny. There was a bit of a predatory glint in her eyes, but it soon disappeared, giving place to the usual placid expression she usually had.“Of course”, she replied in a cheery intonation when the cook said she could help with the potatoes. Looking around her, Constance picked up a peeling knife and got to work. “Where are you from, if you do not mind me asking?”, she inquired, while peeling the potato on her hand quickly and yet with little to no waste of the vegetable itself. It was clear she was comfortable around kitchen utensils and actually enjoyed being around them. And around the cook, whom she hoped to be able to count as a friend soon.Zayn CruelCook had many names, but he'd never given any besides Cook. It seemed so much simpler then to admit who he really was. After all the jackals here would have eaten him alive if he hadn't learned to be tough and deadly quickly. So here he was watching the young woman entering his kitchen and he was reminded of his first days aboard a ship. How sick he'd been from the fever that had claimed his family. How naif. He had been so headstrong and defiant. Only to discover that if he didn't blend in with the pirates he'd die before he could ever get where he was going. Then he'd found a kinship with these hard man. He regarded her as he peeled his potatoes and listened to her tell of how she'd cooked a little for herself."Well it ain't hard to cook for these pack of jackals, they eat anything so long as it's accompanied by beer, bread and has lots of meat in it. So just remember that no one can eat until the captain has had his bread and you'll survive here long enough to see dry land, or maybe hack a new life for yourself. They do say that the pirates offer two things in abundance. Bad manners and the freedom from past sins," Cook said gently to her as looked around his kitchen. He watched her settled down to join him in the work and smiled. Her question however made him pause in his work."I come from a land where boy's of my standing often get persecuted for their choices lass," he said dryly. Taking up a larger knife and setting the potatoes down on the block and quickly chopping it into squares. It was clear his skill with a knife was far from just cooking. "Well no harm in telling you my tale, not like you could ever do much to cause me harm now, and none would remember me unless my uncle yet lived." The cook went on with a genuine smile her way to take the sting out of his words. He settled in to chop the potatoes as she peeled them and setting them into the thickening broth on the stove."I was born to a very rich and noble family. The eldest son of my father. Yet, I was nothing like my father. I found out at fourteen that I wasn't anything like the other males in our army. After serving for as long as I could remember in the barracks my father came for me and what he found there wasn't the prince he expected to find, but instead he found a young soldier in love. Entwined with the other upon a bed in the barracks like many of the males there who found comfort in the arms of a lover who truly understood the terror of war. My father took me from those barracks and had every man there executed, including my lover. Then he packed me upon a ship to sail for the far shore. There I was to meet the woman I was to be married too. Our ship met harsh weather and it sank. My father, brothers and mother perished in the crash. I know not what became of my sisters, but I hope they are well. I was picked up by Zayn's father from the wreckage and took great ill. His men saw me back to health and when I was fully healed attempted to break me. Let's just say I don't break easily lass. But soon I found a home amongst the sea and here I have been ever since. I left my old life behind for the new one, so where I am from is the depths of the blue sea. I am Cook, a child of the sea."He finished his tale with a sad smile and fell into silence. He'd only told his tale to two others in his past, Zayn's father and Zayn himself. Now a third new his tale. Though many knew parts none knew he'd left the life of a king behind to join the pirate world. And he had no regrets. He was comfortable as a fat cook who was rather too proficient with blades and had an accent and bearing that were not native to the pirate lands.Constance BlackwoodConstance was immensely relieved being there with Cook. She felt safe, and something within her felt that she could count on him in different ways. She felt that not only would he not touch her, but she could count on him to make sure she wasn’t harmed, if she could win him as a friend. And also, she felt that Cook knew some about the Captain, enough for her to learn and not upset the man.She listened to the man speak about how it wasn’t hard to feed the men, and nodded. That made sense to her. The Captain ate first, and serve the men plenty of meat. That sounded easy enough. A smile showed on her face when Cook spoke about the freedom from past sins. Constance shook her head in silence. She hadn’t had the luxury of sin.Pushing her thoughts aside, Constance paid attention to what Cook had to say about himself. She shook her head on a negative when he said she couldn’t do him much harm. It wasn’t like she was interested in causing anyone any harm. She only wanted to be away from harm’s way. As she heard Cook, Constance continued to work, paying close attention to his words. Only once he fell silent did she speak.“I pray your sisters are well and happy”, she murmured quietly. “And I am glad you have found yourself a home here”. Constance sighed and shook her head. “I certainly doubt I will, as my dreams are the domestic dreams of a poor girl. Simply a man to care for and maybe a child or two”. The woman smiled sadly. “You must find these quite silly for dreams, eh?”, she asked, handing Cook the peeled potatoes. “Until I decide what to do with my life, though, I will stay here and make myself useful and as invisible as possible”.Zayn Cruel

Shipwrecked Seas (Shades and Fain)

Images Of Life (Anish Joshi and Gypsywoman)

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Kane always had a passion for writing. Even as a young girl.While some girls would play with their dolls. Jordyn would be found sitting in her room writing. Or if it was a nice day out she was sitting under a tree creating another world. Steve her older brother thought it was weird and would often tease her about it. Now her younger sister Mary would curl up next to her and help create stories. Her parents Jane and Sean Kane always encourage and support her creativity.When Jordyn joined the high school newspaper she knew that's what she wanted to do for a career. So was no surprised to anyone that she applied to the top colleges for journalism in her senior year. To say that she was overjoyed when her acceptance letter came from Northwestern would be an understatement. Adding to that happiness, her brother came home on leave from the Army for her graduation. It was the happiest time of a young woman's adult life. Four short years laters Jordyn graduated top of her class was offered a job by the top newspaper in Chicago.It was there that Jordyn made a name for herself. Taking on the tough stories. Shedding light on things that people would rather keep hidden. It wasn't until her brother overdose. That she turned her sights on drug dealers and crime boss alike. Taking them down one at a time. By giving what she found out to her good friend Jake who was a detective. Between his findings and her intel. They built an iron-clad case for Victor, a lead prosecutor. The trio was a force to be reckoned with.Some would think that there was more to the three than friendship. Seeing they were so close. But they would be wrong. Jordyn saw the two men more like brothers than anything else. That didn't mean that she didn't date. She did. There have been a few serious relationships. But none of them stuck. Which was find by Jordyn. She had her family and work. That's all that she needed.Jordyn always made a point of checking in on her parents. Calling daily. Just to Hi and see if they needed anything. Seeing that her mother had a bad heart. Her father was always working trying to stay one step ahead of the coming bills. Not to mention that her younger sister was starting going to college. So money was tight for them. Of course, Jordyn helped whenever she could.Work kept the young woman busy. There was always a story that needed to be told. A crook to be taken down. There was a mob boss that she has her sights on now. H may have the appearance of the businessman. But that was a facade. But he was crooked as they came. There wasn't a pie he didn't have a finger in. Everything from prostitution to gun running. Gambling to drugs. You name it. He had a hand in it. Including human trafficking. People were found dead after crossing him. But this didn't deter Jordyn. If anything it spurred her on. She had shut down several of his illegal businesses. Becoming a pain the ass to the Mob Boss. What she didn't know was how pissed off the mob boss was at her. Or how much danger she was in.The one thing Jordyn did know was that she finally had some concrete evident of H dealings directly. She had actually got images of his life. His criminal life. 'I got you H", Jordyn thought as she entered her apartment. A smile pulled the blonde hair woman as she placed her purse on the table near the door. Thinking of all the evidence that she compiled against the Mod Boss over the last few weeks as she toed off her shoes. All she had to do was type the story and turn over the evidence to Jake. They had plans to meet in the morning for coffee. So she had the night to write up the article that put the Mob boss behind bars. But the first dinner, Jordyn thought after she got into some comfy clothes, wanting to get out of her jeans and lavender button-down blouse. Then went to her bedroom and changed into an old oversize tee-shirt and yoga pants. Then was about to go to the kitchen to make dinner . But she never got that far for her world went black. H sat in front of the huge table as he stared at the people standing opposite him. The room was semi lit, with his face in the dark. No one could see any movement from his side, unless he wanted them to. Even if the lights were lit, they would be too scared to look up and stare at his face. This was the fourth business she had closed down in as many weeks and there was nothing which his people could do to stop her. Any attempt to stop her had failed. Her two bodyguards had managed to avoid every trap he had set to deter her. Promotion, transfer, threat, everything had failed. She had succeeded in closing some of the best fronts of his, causing damages running in millions of dollars. Not to mention the number of people who were caught by the law and now facing prison time.He played with the glass paper weight on the table, as he stared at the faces of the men, all clueless as to what to do and how. He was waiting for his number one man, to come. Bran had been with H since the early days when H was just making a name for himself. He had got H out of many tricky situations. Nothing was a taboo for him. Anything which needed to be done was done. Anything to get out of the tricky situation. He was on a flight back from New Orlens, where Bran had just established the new underground casino.Bran knew H was waiting for him and by the time, he reached the room and told everyone to leave. Once he and H were alone, he told the plan to kidnap her after her daily check in. By the time her people would know she was missing, they would have her transported to a safe location where no one will be able to find her. H nodded, a signal for him to go ahead. Bran himself would be present during the kidnapping. He knew how much this reporter had harassed him and now it was time to give what was due to her.He watched from a tinted glass car on the other side of the road as she entered her house. After making her call to her parents ( he had taped her phone) and then put all the evidence she had on the table. As she changed, Bran got a perfect glimpse of her body, staring at it hungrily. He knew what awaited her and if everything went well, H would surely share her with the people and Bran would get a chance to explore it perfectly.As she was changing, Bran and his men slowly slid into her apartment, using an open window to slid in. He stood by the door, waiting for her to enter and as she did, he quickly used his hand to hit her at the back of her head, getting her unconscious. He signaled his men and one of them hoisted her on his shoulders and carried her out to the car waiting. Quickly they tied her hands and legs, applying a masking tape on her mouth to stop her from shouting. Meanwhile Bran was going through her house collecting all the documents and evidence she had on H and their organization. Once done, he used her laptop to send a mail to all where he said that she would be busy in some scouting and would not be available for a week. He scheduled it to be sent the next morning. This way even if the mail did raise any eyebrows, it would be well after she was gone.They drove for almost the entire night and before dawn were in the farmhouse. He tied her on the x cross, her arms and legs spread wide and waited for her to wake up. H sat opposite her, working on somethings as the day progressed. Jordyn wanted to stay in that dark abyss. To just sleep just a little longer. The throbbing at the back at her head instead that wake up. Jordyn tried to open her blue eyes. But it felt like there were lead weights attach to her eyelids. After several attempts, Jordyn finally opened her eyes. Only to slam then close once again. The light in the room hurt her eyes. Even though the room was dimly light."Just how much did I drink?" Jordyn wondered. The young woman furrowed her brows as she tried to recall the night before. She gotten home after collecting the last bit of evidence against H. Had kicked off her shoes and place her purse on the table near the door. Like she always did. Went and change into her comfy clothes. Old over-size tee shirt and yoga pants. And was about to go and make something for dinner. Then nothing else. The rest of the night was a blank."Why was is my head hurting. Why couldn't she remember the rest of the night?" Jordyn wondered as she tried to reach for her head. But something was holding it down. Confusion filled the young woman as her eyes snapped open. Looking over to her arm. A mixture of confusion and alarm welled up with seeing that her wrist is bound to a wooden plank. She looked at her other arm then her legs. They were all bond. It seemed that she was bound to a wooden X.Jordyn rose her blue eyes to look around the room she was in. There wasn't much to take in. There was a large man standing in the shadows. In front of her was a man seating in a chair working on something. That man could only one person. H. The mob boss that she had been trying takedown. Was very close to putting him behind bars. So was no real surprise that she was here. Especially seeing that she had closed down four of his illegal businesses. Costing him millions. What was surprising was she wasn't dead. "You know, H if you wanted to have a meeting. All you had to do was ask" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.Yeah, it may not be a smart idea to smart mouth the mob boss. But the very last thing she was going to do was show him just how scared she was. He had killed people for a lot less. That didn't mean he wouldn't. Mostly would at some point. But terrified her was what he was going do to her now and until the time he did decide to kill her. H put down the pen and looked up, his eyes shinning in the darkness at the attempted sarcastic comment from the lady. "Well, if it was a meeting i wanted, I would have surely called your office and booked one. But meeting is not what I desire. It is something else. You see, you have caused me too much trouble. And since your 'friends' are of no use to me, you will have to make up for all the damage you did to me and my business"He stopped, the room all of a sudden silent. A tiny movement from her would break the silence as it would resonate in the room. He stood and walked to her. He used his fingers to remove the strand of hair across her face and behind her ears. His hand than slid down to her lips and then down her neck to her breasts. " Killing you will only make it easier for you. But I want you to suffer. Like you made me" he said. He snapped his fingers and two screens came into view. Each had a young male sitting on his desk, working. "Recognize them? A single snap and the wall will be painted in their brain matter" As he said, two guns were pointed at each of them. The duo were working in their office, unaware of the threat that loomed them.As Jordyn would stare at the screen, H roamed his hand over her body, freely, touching her in various spots, trying to determine if she was worth the price he had put on her. Would she be able to satisfy him and serve him as he wanted her to. Her breasts were ample, and supple and firm. It didn't slag like that of an old lady. He was yet to offer her a deal, one which was highly skewed in his favor. He first wanted to see what she was ready to do to save her friends. "Ahh, I would say I'm sorry for the trouble. But we both know that I would be lying" Jordyn smirked. Oh yes, she was still trying to hide the terror that she was feeling. She didn't give him more leverage than what he already had on her. Bad enough that he had to kidnap her. Took Jordyn from her home. A place that she had always felt safe and secure. Now it was no longer her safe haven. It dawned on Jordyn that she would never feel that safe again. Or be safe for that matter. Especially seeing that she was bound and in H's mercy. Something the Mob Boss wasn't known for. Which why she was still a little surprised that he hadn't killed. Or tried to hurt her friends or family. A tiny comfort came when he had said that he had no use for her friends. At least they were safe. For now. That terror that she been hiding when up a notch when H said that he wanted her to make up for the damages she had caused.When he stopped talking the room went eerily quiet. Nothing could be heard. She was afraid to even swallow. Knowing that quiet sound would be deafening in the silence that now filled the air. Jordyn's heart began to race a bit when H approach her. It thundered in her ear. The young blonde-haired woman tried not to jerk away when H moved the piece of hair from her face. It was tempting. very tempting to bite his fingers as they moved over her lips. Something inside Jordyn prevented her to do just that. Maybe it was self-preservation kicking in. Or maybe it was fear. It rolled again when he said that he wanted to make her suffer. Then it dropped to the floor as the two screens came into view. She paled at seeing Jake on one screen and Victor on the other. Both in their prospective offices. Guns pointed at their heads. How could they not know they were in danger. She wanted to scream to them, warning them of the danger they were in. But it would be futile."You know that I do." Jordyn's voice quiver both in fear, anger, and anguish. These two men were her very best friends. No, they were family. Over the years they have become like brothers to her. Then anything else. There was some that like H that didn't believe that. And she didn't care about that. What she did care about was their safety. Them seeing another day. " Please leave them out of this." She pleaded." Like you said it was me that cause you the trouble. Not them. You want me to suffer. To pay for want I have done to you. Then I will suffer and pay whatever. However, you want me to pay. " She pleaded and beg. "Just leave them alone. Please. Please don't make them pay with their lives. " Her voice cracked as she begged for her friend's lives. "For what I have done. Please." The words conveyed the meaning that he wanted. He had heard the same fear in so many voices before. She leaked of fear now, not for herself, but for those she cared and loved. As if to make it worse, he snapped again, and the screen changed. It was now another city, another set of people. It was her brother and family. The same, they were unaware of the fact that they were being filmed, or that there was a gun pointed at their head. They were going around as usual. The voice of chirping birds could be heard on the screen. Her mother's voice then flowed out " Got a message from Jordyn. Said she is going undercover for a week and so won't be able to contact us. Strange. I talked to her last night only, she didn't tell about this" as she kept a cup of hot tea for her father." You see, everyone there thinks you have gone undercover for a week and so won't be available to talk or respond. I am sure you will appreciate me making sure to keep your loved ones tension free" he said. He picked a knife and held it against her neck for a few seconds, to prove that he could do anything to her and all she could do was fact it. He then began to slid it down, cutting away her clothes, her shirt and bra. As her tits bounced free, the tattered clothes hung by her shoulders, held between her back and the frame. He then repeated it with her pants, but resisted cutting her panties." What I want form you is complete submission. Forget you are a human. You are a sex toy for me, to be used in any manner I wish, or my men wish when I allow them. Forget the life you had before and I will make sure your loved ones stay alive." he said, used to talking direct. He then sat down opposite her and asked her to speak to the camera facing her. "Since you like to be a news reporter, how about you record your confession agreeing to submit to me and becoming my sex doll for life " he said, pushing her humiliation higher. Jordyn knew that she gave H want hear. Had picked the perfect targets to elicit the fear he wanted to see. Yes, she was scared when she first woke up. But when she saw her best friends on the screens before with their looming over their heads. Literally. The fear she had paled for what she felt for them. The young woman meant it when she said that she would do anything to keep them safe. That fear grew even more as the images changed on the screen. Whatever color was in her face completely drain away as her family appeared on the screens. They were in the kitchen she grew up in. Tears welled up in her eyes at knowing how close to death they were. Then both her mother's and H's words sunk in. No one knew that she was missing. No one would look for her. That added another layer of despair to the situation."Very generous of you."The young woman tried to snark. But her words didn't have the bite to them as they did before. It was obvious that she was a little relieved that her friends and family were safe. For now. Her heart thundered in her ears as he brought the knife to her throat. It was very clear that he could do just about anything a the moment and all she could do was face it. A cold termor went down her spine at that thought. Everything in her stilled as the knife journey down her throat. The sound slicing of her clothing seemed to bounce off the walls. It was deafening. As much as she tried not to blush as her clothing fell from her body, it appeared at her cheeks just the same.Jordyn tried to look away from H. Tried and failed. She couldn't take the deal he offered. Couldn't be his sex toy as he put it. Couldn't forget she was human. Just so that he could turn her into some sex doll to pass around when he felt like it. Jordyn wanted to tell H to go to Hell and take his deal with him. But she knew that she had no choice. Not if she wanted her family and friends to live. Which she did. Of course, she had no real reason to believe that H would keep his word. But she had to this offer. If Jordyn didn't, then she would be surely signing everyone she cared about death warrants. Swallowing the bile that risen in her throat Jordyn looked at the camera. The young woman slide the mask that the public knew. Use that the reporter tone." I, Jordyn Kane.Willing concent to sumbit compeltely to H. To be his sex doll for life." That mask fell as soon as the camera was turned off. " I did as you asked. Now, please tell your people to leave my family and friends alone. Please" He grabbed her hair and said "Don't ever tell me to do something. I will do as I please. I can have one of them killed, just to show you how serious I am. But let me see if that is needed or no." he said throwing away the knife. It was still in the room on the table, but a few feet away from her. He then went behind her and undid the clasp binding her and set her free. He then went to his table and said "If you don't hear from me in 30 minutes, kill everyone." There was no reply from the other side, except a gush of air to show that the message had been received and it would be executed. He then opened a drawer and removed a chess clock, setting it to 30 minutes and started it.Turning to her, " If, even for a second, I feel you trying to do anything other than please me, I won't make that call and you will be responsible. Sure there is a knife in the room and you can try to hurt me. But then, it would be as good as signing a death warrent on everyone you care for. And let me be clear. The death won't be as easy as a gun shot. It will be brutal and painful for them, like the pain you have caused me over the months." he said as he sat down on the chair and waited for her to take action. Unknown to her, his guards were standing with a couple of gun pointed at her from different one sided mirror. They all had tranq guns pointing at her which would make her unconscious withing seconds. Anyone thinking she was a risk was free to shoot her."If you are serious and wish to protect your loved ones, get down on your knees, crawl here like a proper slut and get me off." he ordered her. The time to decide was now for her. If she obeyed, she would be his for life and if not, he would get his revenge. Maybe kill everyone she loves and then let her go. A sharp gasp of surprise, shock, and fear filled the air. When H took a hold of Jordyn's hair. A tremor shook Jordyn's body as she listened to H's words. She hadn't meant to tell him to take the guns off her friends and family. It was meant as a plea. But hadn't across that way H. It seemed that request only angered him more. It seemed that he was more than willing to prove just how pissed off and hurt he was. By taken out one of those she cared for and loved the most. It was all up to her if they lived or not. She watched as H threw the knife aside and take out the chess clock. Listen intently to what he had to say.Her blue eyes darted to the knife that he talked about. Oh yes, she could easily imagine getting that knife and plunging it deep into his chest. Yeah, she would have to get to it first. But then there little matter of getting out there. Not that was possible. His men would doubt kill her, the moment she took hold of the knife. But there was larger. The more important thing on her mind. Her family and friends lives. She just had to please H. The young woman worried that she wouldn't be able to. But she was going to do everything that she could to do just that.She waited only a moment to listen to the instruction that H gave her. Swallowing she got down on all fours. And crawled to him. Her breast swayed with each moment. It was humiliating and embarrassing. So much that she hung her head. Not wanting to look up at H. Or the man that was standing in the dark. Her blue eyes caught sight of the knife. It was just a few inches from her hand. It would be easy to pick it up. Easy to stand up and stab H with it. But she left the knife right where it had landed."Would Sir, like his slut to undo his pants. Or would he like to do that?" She said in a shacky quiet voice. He smiled at her and undid his pants, letting it fall around his ankles. His hard cock jumped out to make a bulge in his white shorts. He removed it so that his huge 10 inch uncut cock jumped out on her face. As she would get to work, he picked up a paddle kept near him and used it to spank her ass hard."So bitch, let me tell you your job. You will be my bitch. Anywhere I go, you will be following me. Either you will be wearing what you are or less. I will inform you when you need to wear what. Any time you try to turn away, run or damage me, my people or my clients, you will get to experience what pain of loosing a family member is.( SOrry but this is what I can manage, seeing there will be some conversation and some action from your side) That smile of H's sent a shiver down Jordyn's back. Not the good kind. Involuntary the young blonde swallowed as the mob boss undid his pants and the huge bulge appeared in his white shorts. Another shiver went down her spine as a 10-inch cock sprung forward. Fear rose once more as he picked up the paddle. A yelp of pain filled the air as the paddle hit her panty-clad ass. Tears pick at her eyes as H applied more swats to her backside. Partly from embarrassment at being spanked and partly because of the pain.Jordyn hung her head so that she could hide her embarrassment and humiliation. The young would wasn't sure that she could do what H wanted her to do. To follow him around like some puppy dog. To be partly naked or completely naked around other people. To wear whatever H wanted her to wear. But she would have to. Otherwise, the ones she loved most would end up dead. " I understand Sir. And I will do whatever you require of me. There will be no attempt to escape. I will not cause any harm to you, your men, your clients." She promised in a solemn voice.With that, she rose up to a sitting position and took his hard cock in her hand. With her other hand, she gently slid down her foreskin and ran her tongue around his head. Then she swiped her tongue over his head before she took him into her mouth. Slowly she descended her head down his cock then went back up again. Once again the young blonde swipe her tongue over his head and went down his length again taking more of him. Jordyn did this several times. Each time taking more and more of H's hard cock into her mouth and down her throat. H had already given Jordyn almost 20 swats and her ass would be bright red from all the hitting and the pain would be unbearable whenever she would sit on her ass. Satisfied, he looked down as she slowly began with her duties. Starting with a small tease, as she took his cock in her hand, he felt the warmness from her grasp followed by the icy cold spit as her tongue began to swirl around her. He was sitting comfortably while she was kneeling between his legs. The position they were in, he was facing the door while her back was towards it. Anyone walking in would get the first view of her naked back.H reached down and removed her panties, before throwing them into the dustbin, leaving her completely naked. H then ignored her, as he picked up some paper and began to read it. " Just keep sucking, but don't make me cum yet. I will tell you when" he said to her, before returning to his paper. She wasn't even worth paying attention to, and he wanted her to know that.As she would suck, someone walked in and said " Sir, as instructed, 3 teams have been set up outside her friends and relatives. Anytime they fail to hear from you, they will go into auto mode and kill her friends and family." H nodded and said " That is the perfect incentive for you to make sure I am safe, alive and happy with your services bitch" he said. The man meanwhile was staring at her red ass, licking his lips. He was sure he would get a bite of her ass soon enough, if not the same weekend. He handed H a collar and leash before walking out, leaving them alone again.H left the leash and taking the collar he told her "This will your new identity. A personal bitch to me, a cock loving slut who will do anything which I order." saying so he lifted her hair and tied the collar around her neck before locking it in place. " This collar was designed to keep untrained dogs and bitches in check. Looks like this was designed for you only" he said. The collar had big words 'Bitch' written in front. " Get back to work" he said as he pushed her face down on his cock, returning to his paper. Jordyn's ass felt as if it was on fire. Burning from the 20 swats that H had given it. The young blonde knew that she would have issues sitting the next few days. Not that H would care. This was the point. He wanted her to hurt. To feel pain. To make her pay for the damages she had caused is businesses. All thanks to her sense of justice. Believing that evil men like H should be behind bars. And they should. Oh yes, she still believed that. But she had little hope now that H would ever go to jail. Knowing full well that he had his men find the evidence that she had on him and destroyed it. All that work gone. She had been stupid to keep it on hand. Not to mention that she had been careless. Yes, she had backups. But that was probably gone as well.All of those thoughts vanish from her mind as H reach down and removed her panties. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation. Due to the fact she was completely naked. Making her feel all the more vulnerable. If Jordyn could she would hang her head in shame. But of course, she couldn't not with H's cock in her mouth. So the young woman just kept her eyes down. Muffled a Yes Sir to H when he told her to continue to suck. Once again she swiped her tongue over his head then continued to suck his hard shaft. Keeping the same pace as before. Seeing that he had told her not to make him cum.Another blush bloomed on Jordyn's cheek as she heard someone enter the room. It was so embarrassing to be seen like this. Completely naked. So that whoever walked in could see every part of her body. Not to mention the fact that she was in the middle of giving a blow job to the mob boss. The two talked as if she wasn't even there. How humiliating she thought. Then the two men's conversation sank in. H had place teams on her friends and family. With an order to kill if anything were to happen. One false move on her part and they would be dead. If she had any hopes of escaping. It was gone now. There was no way she take chance to escape not with their lives on the line.Jordyn's heart sank when H informed her of her new identity. His personal bitch as he put it. A cock loving slut for his pleasure. Do what he wished with. One that would obey all his commands. She had to do. So many love one lives depended on it. "Yes, Sir," She said in a quiet voice. Tears threaten to fall as he pushed her face back down onto his cock. Without fall the young woman went back to sucking the mob boss hard member.There had been a time when Jordyn what it would be like to be someone slave. Even fantasized about wearing a collar. Now she knew. And those fantasies were beginning to turn dark and twisted. H never told her anything, letting her just suck and run her tongue along his dick for almost 30 minutes. After that, he set the paper down and tapped her head away. Standing up, he grabbed her leash and commanded " Follow bitch. I will show you your new place" he said leading her out of the room. There were guards at every corner and window. Everyone had guns and they were standing guard, ready to kill and to be killed for him. As he walked her through the long gallery, every eye was on her, or her assets which were on display for everyone. As he walked, a scantily dressed girl walked over to them with a telephone. He picked up the phone and began talking, "Yes. I have taken care of the bitch. She won't be any trouble now. We can continue with the distribution of drugs and other material from the club. No worries. I will have her transfer some material soon. So it will be on record and she will also face prison if she betrays us. Mind you, it will be tough, to be responsible for so many deaths and then to die alone in a prison cell" he said before cutting the phone and resuming the walk."I am sure slut you will enjoy the walk. After all, this is where you will be working to make sure you keep your body just as sexy. I can't keep you around if you become fat and ugly." he said as he walked out in the open. Another girl came to him, this time with a tray covered with a piece of cloth. She removed the cloth and showed him the item. It was a butt plug with a dog tail at the other end. She licked the plug and pushed it inside her ass, setting it there firmly. She gave her ass a smack, hitting her where her ass was angry red already. " You will have to forgive her. You see, you had her boyfriend arrested, and she is a bit angry with you. I wouldn't be too surprised if she has planned something to revenge herself for the night. Make sure you obey her also. After all, you are the bottom of the pyramid here in this villa" he said as she glared at Jorfyn before walking away.H began to laugh as he sat on the outdoor chair and had her sit on her legs, like dog sitting on their hing legs. He placed a hand over her head and using her as a hand rest, began his routine of meeting people. Many people would come, some with protection money, some with offer for partnership or with business ideas. Everyone stared at her, wishing they could get to use her for some time, but rest never gave her more looks. No one would link her to the famous Jordyn who was causing more trouble for him or his empire. He spent the entire morning talking to them, going about the business, right in front of her. He was dangling a carrot in front of her. Would she dare to try and get the message out to the people she knew about whom he was meeting with and doing business with. Would she bite? Would he need to create a scene and let the fact sink into her that she was not going anywhere, ever. No words were ever said to Jordyn gave the mob boss a blow job. H simply ignore her. As if what she was doing were of no consequence to him. It meant nothing to him. Or it seemed that way to Jordyn. The young woman had thought at some point he would give her the order to get him off. But it never came instead He put down his paper that he been reading and order her to follow him. Which she replied a quiet "Yes, Sir". Once again it was driven into her that escape was pointless. It had to be with all the armed guards around. Hopeless and despair were becoming her close companions.For a brief moment, Jordyn was relieved when H said that she would not be of any trouble, her friends and family would be safe. Yes, there still be someone watch them in case she escaped. Which seemed impossible to her. But maybe with H telling the other person on the phone, she would be of no trouble. Her loved ones would be safer now. Or at least she could hope. But the relief she had felt at the beginning of the call was replaced with rage and disgust. There was no way she was going to be part of H's business. She would never push his poison on to people. That what drugs were. Poison. It was what killed her brother. She would not be part of that. Nor would she cause anyone death. Somehow. Some way she would have to figure out how to get out of being his mule. But how? That was the question.Mentally Jordyn rolled her eyes at H's comment about her enjoying the walk. "No can't have me getting fat. Now can we" She thought sarcastically. Warily Jordyn watched the woman approach with the try. Wondering what was under the cloth. She didn't have to wonder for long. Dredd filled the young woman as she saw the but plug with a dog tail. Knowing that she was going to have to wear the damn thing. No sooner than that thought pass through her mind the toy was pushed into her ass by the other woman. Jordyn gasped at the intrusion. Then a sharp gasp of pain slipped her lips as she felt the slap at her ass. It added to her already sore ass. It was tempting to curse the woman. To tell her that her boyfriend deserved to be arrested if he was working for H. But Jordyn remained quiet. Steaming inside. This was another person she would have to obey. Another person had a grudge against her. A person that would soon exact revenge on her. "This day just gets better and better," Jordyn thought miserably.Jordyn couldn't help but feel embarrassed as H had her sit like a dog. That embarrassment only continued as he used her head as a hand rest. Then the embarrassment deepened as the parade of people came through to do business with H. He seemed as if this was normal. Like it was every day he had a naked woman at his side, being his bitch. Not once he seemed to notice the looks she received. It was hard for her to keep the blush from her cheeks as some openly lusted after her. That blush deepened at the ones that just stared at her. Like she was some kind of freak. She almost preferred the ones that ignored her.Not once did she tried to escape. Not that it wasn't tempting. Because it was. But there were too many people around. Not to mention the fact that H would have her family and friends killed if she tried. The thought of biting someone never crossed the young woman's mind. H had her sit there the entire morning, as he met with the people, everyone there to ask favors or to return those he had given to them earlier. The reason he had her there like a bitch, was to show her the new position in the pyramid. Post the public meeting, he had a personal meeting, which he didn't want to take her to. Deciding to further push her down, he called in Mily, the girl who had come earlier to punish Jordyn. She walked in and stood infront of the duo.H told her " Why don't you take her and keep her busy for say, an hour or so. And then come and see me. I am sure you can find someone to work your shift while you show her the ropes" he said before standing and walking away. Before she can react, Mily walked forward and grabbed her leash and began walking, her ass swaying from side to side. " So, because of you, I can't sleep with my boyfriend or have him fuck me. Now that I have an hour, I am going to show you how that feels" she said as she led the former journalist inside the mansion and down the basement.Once there, she had her stand before tying her on the Adam's X cross. Once her hands and legs were perfectly tied and she had no scope of movement, Mily said " You know, my boyfriend. He would love for me to tie him up, put up things on his body and whip him till he would beg for mercy. After that, he would use a mouth gag and a mouth strapon to get me off. Since he had been in prison for 6 months, I have so much of sexual energy pent up, I could just eat him up if he came infront of me right now. But, since he can't I will use you to release the sexual tension in me."Mily walked to the side table and picked up a couple of tit clamps with weights and proceeded to attach them on her nipples, one at a time making sure she could feel each and every teeth of the clamp bite into her skin. She loved the sound of her screams. They matched the ones her boyfriend made, maybe. She placed weights on both the clamps which would pull her nipples down while biting into it.Mily allowed Jordyn to settle down a few seconds before attaching the alligator clamps to her pussy lips. Those would bring the loudest screams, she knew. She was half happy, half sad that her screams would die in the basement and not carry out, thanks to the sound proof walls surrounding the basement. As she would adjust or face the pain, Mily stripped out of her work clothes and into leather boots, leather gloves and fishnet clothes which left her body visible for everyone, or rather her to see. She picked up a tit whip and ran it along her thigh, " Now, I like screams. Sounds. Begging, Moans. Be as loud and vocal as you can get. Maybe it will end earlier" she said letting the tip of the whip rest between her two stretched pussy lips. Without a warning, she swung it, hitting the inside of her thighs, and also the clamp on her pussy, making the weights sway and pull the labia. It was one thing to be told that you are at the bottom of the pyramid. And a whole different thing to be shown that you are at the bottom of the pyramid. That's exactly what H had done that morning to Jordyn. Just by having her sit like a dog at his side. Naked as the day she was born. Letting everyone who came to do business with him get an eye full of her. But it wasn't that. By letting them see her like told them just where she was in the grand scheme of things. At the very bottom. It was disheartening. To say the least.Jordyn eyed the woman that had punished her earlier that morning. Her heart sank when H told Milly to take her. The young blonde woman wanted to yell No. But couldn't. Partly because there was no time for her to react. Not with Milly grabbing the leash that was attached to her collar and leading her away from H. But mostly because she knew that she had no real choice in the matter. "How completely horrible for you," Jordyn thought mentally as she glared at the back of Milly's head while she talked about her boyfriend. Jordyn swallowed hard at the woman's next words. Fearing what the woman was planning for her.The young blonde tried not to think about it. But that was near impossible with Milly tying her to the cross. Then images of Milly whipping her boyfriend flooded her mind. In a different situation, Jordyn may have thought those images were kinda hot. But not now not with knowledge that Milly would most likely be planning on doing the same thing to her. Oh yes, she had wondered what it would be like to tied up and possible flogged by Dom or maybe even a Domme. But she didn't find out this way. Because this was for Milly's enjoyment. Not Jordyn. Milly won't care if she liked it or not. She was going to exact her revenge on the young woman. Those vanish from Jordyn's mind when a scream of pain slipped from her lips as alligator clamps bit into her nipples.Jordyn took few puffs of breath while trying to deal with the pain that came from nipple clamps. Another scream came when Milly placed the clamp onto her labia lips. Once the young blonde recovered she glared at Milly, silently cursing her. Wondering why Milly was even bothering to change. H had given her an hour to do whatever she pleased to Jordyn. Not that she looked bad in leather and fishnet. Quite the opposite. The woman looked very sexy. Not that Jordyn would ever tell Milly that. A shudder ran down Jordyn's back as Milly dragged the tit whip along her thigh. Another came at the woman's words.A loud "Ahhhhh" filled the air as the whip hit in between Jordyn's lips. The young woman gave Milly everything she wanted. Screams and moans. Soon Jordyn was begging. For what she wasn't certain. Uncertain if she wanted the pain to stop or for it to continue.Because somewhere between that morning to now she had gotten aroused. But when. Surely all this didn't give her pleasure. It just...Couldn't. Yeah, in the past she enjoyed giving her boyfriend blow jobs. But she had feelings for them. She despised and hated both H and Molly. So how. Jordyn couldn't think. Couldn't rationalize what was going on with her body. Not with the overwhelming sensations, she was feeling. "Please, please, please." Jordyn pleaded begged. It turned into a mantra. A prayer on her lips. Mily gave her pussy another hit before pushing her fingers inside her pussy and was surprised to find it wet. "Are you enjoying this slut? You are wet and almost to the edge of dripping. Another few seconds and you will drip like a water fall" she said as she began fingering her slowly. She would occasionally flip the weights on the pussy clamps, making them sway and increase the pressure on them. "" Was the begging to stop, or not to stop?" she sneered."What a slut you are, getting pleasure from being tied and blackmailed, and made to sit like a bitch and being oogled by every person. Not to mention getting enjoyment from being tied and tortured. Master surely has got a amazing pet"she said as Mily dragged her tongue over the girls cheek, tasting her. "And so tasty. I am sure you will be a good fuck to him as well" she added before sucking on her neck, giving her soft bite marks on either necks.Mily then went behind and picked up a flogger which she began to use on her ass. She knew Jordyn was already spanked earlier, but she wanted to make sure her ass was burning before she began to focus on her holes. Mily altered between her ass cheeks and thighs, not caring where the beads on the flogger hit, her ass, thigh, clamp, weights or pussy. As the clock chimed that they had been there for 30 minutes, Mily undid the clamps and freed the girl, allowing her to catch a breadth. But just a few seconds, before she grabbed her hair and had her look up, strapping a dildo to her mouth. There was a 9 inch long dildo on one end, while a 4 inch smaller one which went inside Jordyn's mouth. So while Mily would having fun, the girl would be gagging on the dildo, and being used as a tool to serve and make Mily happy.Jordyn was made to lay down and Mily sat down, making sure she was completely impaled so her ass cheeks were hitting her face everytime she would slide down the pole. To add to the fun, she began to use the tortured nipples of Jordyn as support, holding them as she slide up and down. " Yes slut, look closely to those holes. You will be spending a lot of time please them. And these nipples will be tortured much more. Yes, for a slut you are, you will be punished and more till you can think nothing more than making him happy. Something between a gasp and moan slipped Jordyn's lips as she felt Milly's fingers plunge into her wet pussy. She couldn't believe it. How was it that she was aroused by this? Jordyn wondered. No, it wasn't possible. She shook her head back and forth in disbelief. "No, No, No" Was all that she muster out before moaning once again as the weight swayed. "To Stop" Jordyn moaned out. Though she wasn't entirely certain that was the truth. Then again maybe it was. Because she really didn't want to become more aroused than what she already was. Not that the woman would stop even if Jordyn was begging her to stop. It was more than apparent Milly was going to do whatever she wanted to her."I'm Not a Slut." Jordyn cried out as she shook her head once more. Not wanting to hear what the woman was saying to her. " The blackmail didn't arouse me." The young blonde moaned out. That much was true. She had been terrified when H started to blackmail her. Not for herself but for her friends and family. She knew without a doubt that H would have no problems killing them. Hell, he still might. She had no real proof that he would hold up his end of the deal. But she had to agree to his terms. Just to keep them safe. So here she was bound and tortured by this sadistic bitch. Being taunted at how aroused she was. The problem was Milly was right. Damn it. Thought Jordyn wasn't sure what gotten her aroused. Had it started when H had her sit like a bitch beside him with all those people ogling her. She couldn't say. And really she didn't want to think about it. It was too humiliating."Fuck you" Jordyn bit out as she felt Milly's tongue ran down her face. All the while cringing as the woman told she was tasty. A cry of pain came from the young blonde as she felt the flogger hit her tender ass. Oh, she had no doubt that Milly knew that she had already gotten spanked. She just didn't care. All Milly wanted was to cause Jordyn pain. And that's just what Jordyn was feeling as the leather hit her ass, thighs, and mound. Her skin grew hotter and hotter. Until Jordyn wasn't sure that she could take it anymore.She was almost thankful when Milly stopped. Of course, that was short-lived. Because the woman had another way to torment her. Gaging her with a dildo as she laid on the floor. Which was All that Jordyn could do was lay there and listen to Milly as she rode her face. Knowing that Milly was enjoying tormenting her this way. The sad thing was so Jordyn. With each pull of her nipples, she could feel her juices pool more and more between her legs. The fact that there was a small puddle forming under Jordyn wasn't amiss to Mily. She saw what this torture was doing to Jordyn and continued to punish her. Deciding to take it a step forward " Allright slave. Here is the deal. If you can stop yourself from cumming for another 5 minutes, I will leave you and let you rest for the next 15 minutes before taking you to H. However, if you fail, I will continue punishing you and torturing you" she said, smirking at herself.Mily didn't give Jordyn any choice. She picked up a couple of clamps and fixed them on her sensitive nipples, as she seamed to enjoy the nipple torture. She then got hold of two vibrators. Ordering her to spread her legs, he placed the first vibrator directly on her clit, pushing it to maximum as it teased her. The second one she put on her own clit, as she continued riding the dildo and soon had her orgasm, her juices sprayed all over Jordyn's face and some entering her mouth thanks to the tiny holes which collected all her juices and pushed them directly into her throat. Jordyn wanted to crawl away and hide. Hide from the fact that she was enjoying the torment and punishment Milly was infecting on her. Of course, Jordyn couldn't escape. Nor could she hide her arousal from Milly. Which was humiliating, to say the least. She heard the deal that the woman offered. The thing was it really wasn't a deal. Milly was going to do whatever she wanted to Jordyn. And there wasn't a damn thing Jordyn could do about it. Except take whatever Milly dished out to her.Before Jordyn knew it, Milly was attaching clamps to her tender nipples. A line of curses went through the young blonde's mind. Grudgingly Jordyn spread her legs at Milly's command. A muffled moan slipped her lips as she felt the vibrator at her clit. Jordyn wasn't sure that she would be able to hold out. Not with the pleasure that was welling up in her. She tried to ignore it. But couldn't. No matter how much she tried, her arousal continued to grow. Thankful Milly found her release quickly before Jordyn did. Though Jordyn wasn't sure how she managed to hold off her own climax. But she wasn't going to question it. Of course, Jordyn had no choice to drink down Milly's juices. Hopefully, now the little sadist was done with her, Jordyn thought to herself. " Your two minutes are up. You need to survive for another three minutes to rest for the next 15" she said as she began to put on the strapon and picked a vibrator. Flipping her on her fours, she spit on Jordyn's ass and said " Get ready for your anal fucking, bitch" as she placed the tip of her cock at her hole and began to push in slowly. " Get used to this slut" she said, pushing the fake cock deeper. At the same time she placed the vibrator at her pussy, setting it to blast mode to force her to have her orgasm.(sorry for the short post.) Jordyn had barely time to register that her time was up. Before Milly flipped her to where she was on all fours. Oh god was all the young woman could think as she heard Milly's words. Pleasure and pain filled her as fake cock filled her ass. Jordyn barely had time even adjust to that sensation when the vibe was placed on her pussy. Involuntary her hips matched Milly's thrust.It was then that Jordyn knew that there would be no rest for her. Partly because she could feel her climax building up within her. And there was no hold it back. But even if she could hold back her release. Jordyn had a feeling Milly would find another way to torment her. To force her to cum. Rather Jordyn wanted to or not. "I am going to make you cum with a cock in your ass and then I will show everyone what a little bitch you are and how you love to have your ass fucked. Maybe arrange a orgy also with your ass on offering to anyone and everyone" she said as she pulled the fake out almost completely out, leaving the tip inside and then pushed it back in with force and power. Emma was not going to let Jordyn off so easily and she would make sure the little slut has had her orgasm and then she is punished for having one for the next 15 minutes. " Another 30 seconds gone. You have survived half the time" she said, clearly unhappy about the fact as she slammed into her again.As the vibrator was stimulating her clit, she decided to increase some pleasure for the young girl and began to play with her clamped nipples, pulling them and yanking them slowly, before she removed the clamps and clamped her mouth on the little brown nipples, sucking them like they were tiny cocks. Her hips had not stopped a second fucking her, and the fake cock was trying to reach new depths each and every time it was buried inside her. No, no, no! Jordyn thought as Milly's words hit her ears. The last thing she wanted was to cum. Though she knew that it was inevitable. Milly would make certain of it. Just to punish her. Just to humiliate her. There was nothing that Jordyn could do about it. There was only so long that she could hold out. Each thrust brought her closer to the brink of no return. A moan filled with pleasure and pain came from her throat as the young woman nearly pulled the fake cock out of her, only to have it plunge back deep and hard into her ass. A small little smirk played at Jordyn's lips as heard the disappointment in Milly's voice. That smirk quickly vanish when the dildo was slammed back into. A gunt slipped from the young blonde's lips.Another moan filled the air as Milly began to play with the clamps at her breast as the vibrator was increased. A whimper came next as the clamps were removed. Another louder moan filled the air as Milly began to suck on her hard nipples. All the while the fake cock never stopped thrusting into her. Jordyn could no longer hold her climax back. It came crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Mily grinned, and to make it worse for Jordyn, the minute she had her orgasm, Mily stopped all the external stimulation she had been providing. The vibrator was removed from her clit, she stopped sucking on her tits, and even stopped fucking her ass. She however, let the fake cock stay buried in her ass. "If you wish to get some stimulation, i suggest you begin fucking yourself against this cock." she said, sneering. Mily had wont he round already. She would be torturing Jordyn for the next 15 minutes, but she wanted to see if the bitch would humiliate herself and fuck her own ass with the hope of enjoying her orgasm. " I am done fucking you. If you wish to enjoy your orgasm, I suggest yo u beg me for it and then fuck your slutty ass on my cock" she mouthed her words, letting her know what she would have to do to enjoy her orgasm, her hard earned orgasm. A soulful moan slipped from Jordyn's lips as soon as Milly stopped. Of course, the woman would be sure she would her orasgam. Rather Jordyn reached hers or not. Now it seemed that Milly wanted her to humiliate herself even more than Jordyn already had. By making her beg for her release. Then to top it off she would have to fuck the dildo in her ass to get it.God this was so humiliating. The very last thing she wanted to do was beg for her release. Yet at the same time, she wanted it so bad that her whole body ached from it. Needed it, as much as she needed her next breath. Shame washed over her as she began to plea." Please, please let me cum. Please." "If you wish to cum, fuck yourself. I am tired, and no longer in mood to fuck a worthless slave like you. Put more energy into your abs and fuck your slutty ass if you wish to enjoy your orgasm." Mily reprimanded the girl, knowing fully well that she would do anything to have her orgasm, something she had worked to get her to. "Show me what a slut you are by fucking yourself to orgasm, fucking yourself in your ass on a fake plastic cock in the hope of getting a real one in there soon enough" she continued, moving her hips slowly so that the excitement and orgasm which was build in the bound girl didn't slow down. Milly's words brought a mixture of emotion to Jordyn. Anger, hatred, frustration. But most of all Jordyn felt humiliation. Because she knew what she was going to do. Fuck herself on that fate cock. Even though a large part of her didn't want to humiliate herself in such a manner. But her body was craving that release that was welling up with her. Demanding to give that clawing need. With each slow roll of Milly's hips the need became even greater until finally, Jordyn gave in. With a deep shade of blush blooming on her face, Jordyn began to thrust her hips back and forth. Slowly at first then the young blonde pick up her pace until her climax came crashing down on her. Emma smiled and began to fuck her harder, helping her ejoy her orgasm. However, she was also abusing the young girl. "What a slut you are, fucking yourself in your ass. I am sure you hoped to be kidnapped and fucked like this when you decided to become a journalist. Or where you a wore and used your body to get all the information and rise up the ladder?" she said as he pulled her nipples and then slapped her chest, sending pain waves as he gave a rather hard jerk and pushed her cock inside her ass. Nearby, the clock chimed showing they were expected back upstairs.Emma removed her fake cock, leaving the end buried in her ass. "Make sure that doesn't fall off your ass as you crawl back to H. If it does, I will make sure every person her fucks your ass and fills it with his cum." she threatened as she pulled her leash and began to walk out of the dungeon, naked as the day she was born, her ass shaking and shining with their combined juices. " No, Never" Jordyn cried out as Milly began to fuck her ass harder. No one wanted this. Wanted to be kidnapped. Have their friends and family threatened. The only way to make sure that they stayed alive was to become a sex slave to a Mob Boss. But this is what happened to Jordyn. Now she was being abused by this sadistic woman. Forced to fuck herself to get her release. Something she didn't want. Yet her body overruled her mind. Jordyn hung her head at Milly's words. The last thing she wanted was to crawl back to H. Yet that was just what she did. Making sure the dildo stayed in her ass. The whole time. She walked in and with no shame, let her body sway, enticing every man and woman who laid their eyes on her. She walked to H, and kissed her before whispering something in his ears and after a french kiss, left, but not before spanking Jordyn hard on her ass and watching the didlo sway and threaten to drop. Once she was gone, "I see you managed to appease her. She was almost back to her normal self. Maybe a couple of more sessions ought to help her. By then, her husband will also be out." he said."Now, as you have been a good bitch, I have called my people back, but if there is any attempt from you to run, be noted that you will be the reason for their demise" he said,closing the topic at that point. "I see that your ass has been used nicely till now. I guess we can leave that for a while now. How about we use your mouth then. Get it here on my cock now" he ordered.

Images Of Life (Anish Joshi and Gypsywoman)

The Joke's On You (Closed for JewelSkye)

As fate would have it the time seemed to be appropriate for the professional asshole about to take the stage. Equally as ironic was the smell of this place that appeared to be littered with the stench of cigar smoke that illuminated the joint in coughing and future cancer issues. However, a light of the evening arrived as the distinguished guests made their rounds to the usual tables. A social club this was. With the lights so dim and the drinks so few the idea of having so many people in one placed was obviously idiotic and very poorly managed. HARK! That is to the naked eye. Nobody came here for the good food or the awesome alcohol. Who the hell would give a damn about that? It's like going to the grocery store and expecting that same homeless guy to do a different dance routine like a monkey to a music box to be entertaining. It just didn't work that way.The night wasn't going to be smooth. At least not from certain stand points. The club itself had the horrible brand name of "Hellraiser." Oh how appropriate was that. This place was spawned for the idea of having insulting comedians perform. Those same jesters of sorts would say things that were totally insulting and would be indictative of the reason why even god would have to be pro-choice in wishing that they would've been aborted at birth. Totalitarian ideals would be great in these situations. Over fifty comedians who have been here have either been gang assaulted or killed because of their loud mouth nature. Of course this place was in Las Vegas, Nevada. Nothing seemed to be forbidden here. The sad part was that there were actually idiots who had the nerve to bring their children here amongst cigarette and cigar smoke, drunk idiots, poorly dressed women and the usual gang of wild animals that catalized themselves from the wood works. Oh what a wonderful inspiration to be here in such a dwelling spot where even the filthiest of dogs wouldn't come to in fear of being called something terrible."You're on in five TC. Damnit Terrance! I told you to be ready. Sheesh! Look at you! It's not enough that I allow you to keep your job because your jokes suck more than a two dollar hooker on fifty cent day. You have to show up looking like Alice Cooper's pet hamster with AIDs?" inquired the stage manager."Man shut what they call the fuck up. I'm goin', I'm goin'. And what the hell do you mean you ALLOWED me to keep my job? I'm the best you got. I mean, what the hell are you going to do if I leave? Do the jokes yourself? HA! I think having anal sex with a cactus is less torture than hearing about your pathetic life," responded the smart mouth comedian.Terrance Covington was the new guy. Well, about as new as one can get around here. He seemed to be more trouble than he was worth. The stage manager was totally incorrect about him. The guy was good. Sure, he got a few drinks throw at him and got a few death threats for his normal routines but he got the job done when it came to drawing a crowd. He appeared to be one of those "bad boy" types that intrigued people. For example, for some odd reason, a bulk of women seemed to love the bad boys who'd say horrible things to them. Well, for Terrance or "TC" as most called him, it's the same case only it worked for both men and women."Just get your ass out there!" yelled the boss.Terrance was on. Boy did he look like a damn fool. He was wearing a yellow and purple stripe suit with shiny purple shoes, a yellow tie and a yellow top hat. He looked like down syndromed Willy Wonka on cocaine but TC didn't care. His strange attire was apart of his act. Of course it didn't help that the stage lights were so bright. That would only bring more attention to his clothing more so than his jokes/insults. With him being an African American he definitely stood out wearing this type of garbage. TC was temporarily blinded for about five seconds when the heavenly lights hit. When he regained his vision he discovered that there was a full house. Most of the people who came here were here because of him. He didn't know that. Hell, he wouldn't even care for that matter.Those eyes of his spotted the circular shaped tables lined up through the ballroom sized club. The drink bar was located to the back and the lights above were on a constant high beam. They'd only be on high beams if a comedian was about to perform versus them being so dim earlier.The microphone got a man-handling grip from the twenty eight year old comedian. A sea of clapping erupted once the people got a clear view of just who it was on stage. "Las VEGAS! Woooo! How ya'll feeling?" he asked. TC didn't give anyone time to answer. "Who the fuck cares?" he quickly spat out."That's right Vegas. Ol' TC here is sick of shit. That's right. I'm sick. That's the focus for tonight. You see, nothing ever changes until you get sick and tired of being sick and tired. So, know what I'm sick and tired of...wait for it...wait for it...wait for it...WOMEN!" he shouted. The booing wasn't so nice coming from the female crowd. Of course the battle brigade of men did do their share of helping by clapping for the man."Women, I know this is going to seem really fucked up to say but ya'll have changed. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of you. Ya know, once upon a time, I used to look at gay guys and be like, 'why the fuck you gay?' See, women are the reason why I don't think gay guys really are born gay. Well, at least not a lot of them. Sure, there may be those exceptions but not every gay guy is born that way. And for the ones who aren't do you really think a man wakes up one morning and says, 'know what? For a reason that has nothing to do with women I'm gonna go suck me a cock today! NO! Women CAUSE that shit. Why do they do it? Because women have changed. Ya'll asses are ungrateful, ya whine too much, you want too much shit and women are about to drive my black ass crazy as shit," he said."Women have changed like a motherfucker. Once upon a time, a dozen of roses could get you laid. Now? You better bring that bitch a personal jet, a pet chihahua and a damn new car like Johnny from the Price is fucking Right if you want to get some pussy. I mean, SHIT! And you know what I really hate? Women who like to use your ass for money. Here, let me give you some reasons why I say this shit. Women, listen up carefully. Just because I take your ass out on a date doesn't mean that you can order whatever the fuck you wanna order," he projected. Boy did the men clap for that and holy shit did the women boo him."That's right bitch. If you know good and fucking well that you wouldn't be eating a damn lobster on the regular don't change your damn diet just because you met my ass. Don't order a damn soda; get water. Don't get damn desert because that's how the whole 'I get fat after I meet you but I already got your dick on a string so you're stuck with my ass' complex starts off. Don't argue with my ass to give the waiter a damn tip. I'll give his ass a tip. Don't put your dick in a meat grinder. It MAY hurt," he finished off with."Another thing I really hate about women is when they start talking about how fat they are. Bitch, shut your ass up. Only in America do people worry about that shit. You think an Ethiopian is like, 'oh shit I'm fat! I need to go on a diet!' NO! And then women come up to us men and ask something like this, 'honey, does this dress make me look fat?' No bitch, but your stomach could be the culprit," he so rudely shot out towards the crowd. Some of the women who weren't so skinny took a very serious issue with that."Enough about women though...Vegas, you know why I like you guys? You don't get into this religion shit too often. You got a lot of Atheists here just like me and I like that. Look, people ask me all the time about why I don't believe in god and shit. Alright, check this out playa...it's not that I hate god or don't want him to exist. I just have a problem with the idea of a man watching me 24/7. I mean, that's fucking creepy. Isn't that like free porn? Motherfucker, you got streets paved in fucking gold but you can't afford the Spice channel like everybody else?" he asked."Naw, naw, but it's not just Christians that get on my nerves. It's kinda like Scientology. Oh, I know everybody is gonna ask what the hell's wrong with Scientology. Think about it...every affiliation has a celebrity mascot. Like, Buddhism has Russell Simmons. Atheism has Christopher Hitchens. Christianity has George Bush and his dad. Personal god complexs have people like Marilyn Manson. But what the fuck does Scientology have? Tom Cruise? And you got the guy who played in damn Grease? And you want me to take you seriously?" he asked."On another note about that I tie in religion with race. I'm so sick of black people being Christian just because they're black. And another thing...I'm sick of the fucking race card. People, if you're black, get over that bullshit. You know, I heard two conversations that were kind of funny. I had a black guy come to me and say, 'so, you believe that we came from monkeys, do you? That means that you have a low self-esteem because you think we evolved from Grape Ape or something.' Know what I said to him? It went like this, 'turn with me in your bibles to the book of Genesis. It says there that god made us from dirt and spit. So, let me get this straight...I have a low self-esteem because I think we came from apes but you DON'T have a low self-esteem because you think that we came from the same surface that apes have been known to pee on; dirt.' And it gets worse. I had a black guy criticize someone for being a Satanist, and, more importantly, for not being a Christian. I was like, 'bitch, read up on your history. Black people are responsible for some the world's most unusual religions. What religious faith was Konta Kinta from Roots? He was fucking Muslim ya jackass in a box! To criticize someone for being something other than Christian is like pissing on the graves of YOUR ancestors.' But see, that's how it goes with black people. You'd think that as much as we whine and bitch and complain about how everybody treats us like shit because we're different we wouldn't criticize anyone else for being different. That's why I think when black people cry racism I automatically get skeptical. We're the most racist race there is," he said. The previous statements weren't meant to be jokes more so than a statement that he wanted to get off his chest."That's all the time I have for tonight. Thanks Vegas! Ya'll been great!" TC said. He over stepped his time just a bit. The booing didn't stop as he left the stage and headed towards the bar. Catrin sighed, looking at herself in the mirror in the employee bathroom.Hewould be on soon.Healways brought in a large crowd.Hepissed her off.She smoothed her hands over her loose fitting, short black skirt with a sigh. She didn't like how short it was, how much leg it showed off, but the boss insisted she wear it, as well as the four inch stilettos. Her feet always ached by the end of the night, but such was the price of her job.It wasn't glamorous, but it payed the bills, and the tips were good from some of the slobs who came in. They got to droll over her pale cleavage and long legs, she got tips that were sometimes larger than their bills. It was a good arrangement, really. Sometimes they liked to think they could touch the merchandise, but she was usually quicker than them and managed to move out of the way in time to avoid their grimy hands on her.Her torso was hugged tight by a corset-styled top, laced firmly around her already slender waist, showing off her curves, while the straps saw to it that the low cut front showed off plenty of cleavage without her spilling out of it. She had almost turned down the job when the owner had put that little number in front of her, but the bills were stacking up and she was running out of money. In short... she was desperate. Two steps away from trying to get a job at a strip joint, truth be known.But her pride had kept her away from that particular walk of life. Adjusting the Celtic knot work pendant against her cleavage so that it dangled tantalizingly between the soft swells of her breasts, she slid out of the bathroom finally and grabbed a tray and pad of paper and a pen.She broke out into the main room of the club just as the lights dropped and the flood lights on the stage lit on him. The sight of that god awful suit made her stomach churn. God, but that thing was hideous. If she didn't already hate him... she definitely had even less reason to look at him now!He started in almost immediately on the women jokes and her blood boiled.Thatwas why she hated him. He was degrading. Not just to women, admittedly, but still... she didn't like having to walk around with a smile on her face, pretending that it didn't bother her that he talked about women like that. That he talked about anyone like that! No one back home would have dared to be so blatantly disrespectful.Plastering a charming smile on her face, she went around from table to table, taking drink orders and filling them during his set, and by the time he was done, she was headed back to the bar to get a rather hefty ordered filled by the bartender."Two G&Ts, One Bourbon, and three rum and cokes, Jimmy," she called, to which the bartender(who's skills were lackluster, in honesty, but he filled the orders quicker than most), nodded. She leaned against the bar, catching her breath, looking up in time to seehimwaltzing up to the bar as if he owned the club. God she hated him...Suppressing a shudder of disgust, she rolled her eyes and looked away from him, patting the silky red curls that spilled from her high ponytail atop her head, turning her back to him, her front to the bar as she leaned on her elbows on it. "C'mon Jimmy, they're going to get impatient!" That woman. That's all she would be referred to as. Oh wait, TC also called her, "the bitch whose name in which I shall not speak" in honor of M. Night Shamalyn the famous movie making guy. He didn't seem to be all that happy to see her either. With all the booing going on he didn't need to make yet another enemy. However, enemies never looked so beautiful. Sure, he wouldn't piss on fire to put her out if she were on fire and then when the fireman came to ask him why he didn't do so he'd just respond, "I'm racist and I don't like yellow people." Yeah, the hatred for her was that powerful in him. Yet he couldn't deny that he was suffering fromjungle fever."Shit!" TC said to himself.That woman always made him a bit horny. That rhino horn that he called a penis suddenly decided to jump and sayHELLO WORLD!Terrance used his right forearm to cover up his crotch. He made a mad dash for the back stage area while people stared and wondered what the hell was going on. It's not bad when a small sized male suffers from popsicle stick syndrome. However, this guy wasn't exactly the smallest sausage in the meat freezer. So, if he got hard everybody would know it.Well, they wouldn't know it now. He changed his clothing. Terrance had to put on something tight fitting and position his shaft downwardly in his pants so that even if he got hard it'd be easy to cover up. To make sure it wasn't seen he'd wear a large jacket. Upon making his re-entry to the fray TC looked a little more presentable. He sported a black wool jacket with a black turtle neck shirt under it, a pair of carpenter jeans and black Chuck Taylors. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. That was a hell of a lot better. People barely recognized him without his Willy Wonka get-up.His approach to the same bar was made with that woman's back still turned. Damn her. She always had a way of cursing him out without even saying one swear. "What? You gonna just stand around? You ain't decoration sweet heart. You know the drill. You got ten seconds to get me my scotch soda minus the five seconds that I took to say this," TC so rudely gestured to the woman. "I mean, shit, what the hell do they pay you fuckers for? To stand around? Do nothing? You people are more useless than a condom in Japan," he said. What a racist joke. He's trying to say that the Japanese don't use condoms which isn't true at all. He's generalizing. That's just Terrance. He doesn't believe that generalizing is wrong as long as one has a non-factual statement to support the thing that he called a fact. It's very strange that he thought this way. However, it made sense to him.Terrance was in an especially bad mood tonight. He didn't know that woman was working tonight. Catrin and him never got along and never seemed to hit it off well. TC hated her because he liked her. Strange combination of emotions. In depth, he hated her because he could never be with her even though he wanted to be. Even if he wanted to just fuck her he could never do that because of his occupation and how he performed his occupation. Catrin clenched her jaw, going around the bar and fixing his drink, before walking back around to him, holding it out. "Here ya go..." and she held it up over his head, turning it upside down, dumping the liquid along with the ice over his head, "...asshole."Without missing a beat, she set down the glass and gave the bartender a chipper thank you as he put the last of the drinks on her tray and she scooped it up, turning and waltzing back out onto the floor. Even as she moved, her hips had a tantalizing sway to them, her red curls bounced around her head, and her skirt flounced itself around the tops of her thighs.She knew she'd probably get yelled at later by the boss, but it was worth it... and Don couldn't afford to fire her, she was the best waitress he had and the only one who could work the shifts he needed her for. She was good looking, and it had be argued more than once that her good looks pulled in just as many repeat customers as TC's performances did."Here you go gentlemen, sorry for the wait," she said in her chipper voice, making sure to bend at the waist, leaning down as she placed their drinks in front of them, giving them a shameless view of her curvy body. She flashed them all her bright smile one last time. "Be sure to let me know if there's anything else you need."Standing straight again, her smile only faltered for the time it took her to cross to her next table, checking to be sure that they were all alright. She took her time, flirting with one table, taking an order at another, serving yet another, before finally making her way to the back room that served as a break room and sitting down for a moment, slipping her heels off her tiny feet and wiggling her sore toes with a groan.The door swung open, and she sighed as she saw Don walk in, looking more than a little annoyed. "Just what did you think you were doing, pulling that little stunt out there?" he raged at her, to which he got nothing but a raised eyebrow and an apathetic tone of voice. "He deserved a lot worse, Don. You should be glad all you lost was some ice and that god-awful drink of his and not something more valuable, like him as a whole, because I was ready to put him in the hospital."Back home, she'd never had an attitude like this... Granted... back home, people didn't ask for it quite so blatantly as TC did. She sighed and slid her shoes back on as Don stood there fuming, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly as if trying to find a response. He knew she was right, and she could tell by the semi defeated look in his eyes as he threw up his hands and stormed back out of the room. He'd go an apologize to TC, assure him that she'd been read the riot act, and then he'd go back to his office for the rest of the evening. That's just how things were meant to be around here, it would seem.He couldn't afford to have either her or TC truly pissed off, so he just did his best play mediator when their fights got to be too bad. "Oh you dirty, worthless, piece of god's humor collection!" he shouted. That girl didn't even seem to pay any attention to him. Well, she wasn't a bitch for doing what she did. If TC was honest with himself he deserved every bit of what he got. But he isn't honest so he thought that she stepped over the line there. There was an urge to do something back to her but the comedian kept smart about things and left the scene. He traveled into the restroom to clean himself up. There were people laughing at him after viewing what just happened."Hey buddy! Having lady troubles?" shouted out a random customer who turned out to be a guy laughing his ass off."Hey buddy! You wanna have anal sex with a cactus?" replied Terrance. He quickly entered the restroom before he could hear anything else."Monica I-no, I don't mean it like that. Monica, baby, please, not now. Not tonight. Anytime but now. Baby I can't do that! You know how much I hate your parents and they hate me. Your mother is a bitchzilla with a baseball bat and your father is king kong who ironically has a period even though he's a male! I can't stand those fuckers! All they do is try to tell me and you how to live our lives. Then, when they don't succeed in doing so they'll just start talking about how much you shouldn't have been with me. How the hell can you stand them?!" TC shouted into his cell phone.By now, he was all cleaned up. Fortunately for him, there was such a thing as a restroom. Of course, the distinct aroma of a strong alcohol elixir could still be smelled on his being. The "bitch whose name he doesn't speak of" was to blame. Of course he'd hear the usual drill from Don aka "Mr. I believe in pretty rainbows because I'm a hippie...and I probably smoke weed.." Don was always the pacifist even though he said more swear words than TC did. It was strange how people considered the boss to be less confrontational and yet this owner of the club got into more fights and arguments than anybody else did. However, the only reason why Don got into that many conflicts was because of both Catrin and Terrance. Those two caused trouble and yet Catrin normally doesn't mean to do it. Terrance on the other hand rather enjoyed being an asshole.For now, Terrance has a bit of a problem. His girlfriend, Monica, wanted him to go and meet up with her parents for a double date. However, he doesn't want to do such a thing. Her parents hated him with a passion that only the most legendary of warriors from every walk of history would possess. He's the cat and they're dogs. He's the rain and they're the people who didn't bring an umbrella. He's the fart in a room full of people with super sensitive noses. The blotch spot on Monica's record he was. That guy was a horrible influence on his girlfriend. He always talked her into sex and always talked her into doing other things that were either illegal or should've been illegal. Not to mention that Monica's parents were both super duper Christians. Hell, her dad was a freakin' pastor for crying out loud. How the hell could a man of the cloth deal with a daughter who wanted to date someone who doesn't even believe in a higher power? Terrrance drove Monica's father crazy.The break room didn't seem like an obvious place to continue this conversation. TC's fellow employees hated him enough without him airing his dirty laundry out for everybody to hear about. But for the time being he didn't have any other place left to go. He damn sure wasn't about to go back into the main club area because Don would surely be lurking about like a ninja in the night. The backstage area was a no-go. There's far too many annoying people back there who liked to gossip. That restroom contained too many customers and it'd just be beyond rude to talk about that sort of thing around the people that paid Terrance. The break room, at that point, was a last resort that had to be taken.His shirt was still wet along with a small portion of his crotch where the alcoholic beverage trailed to. Some parts of his shoes were even wet because that's just how much liquid was in the glass that got poured on him. It traveled all the way down to his feet. So, when he walked into the room, there was a squeaky nose sounding because of the wetness under his Chuck Taylors. He was still on the phone. He tried his best to reason with his girlfriend but, alas, it was too late."What do mean it's over? Monica, are you throwing everything we worked so hard to establish just because of I don't want to meet those bags of douches that you call parents? I can't believe this. I-I...this isn't happening! This just isn't happening!" he said over and over again.Like a super "emo" person TC made his way over to a far side corner of the room, slouched down against the wall, reached a sitting position, hugged his knees and began rocking back and forth. His black Motorola laid on the floor. He dropped it. There was no need to talk anymore because Monica hung up on him. Just like that a four year relationship was over and just when Terrance was considering on trying to move to the next level with a proposal. A sea of tears marching two by two formed a battalion of moist spots all over his face. His expression got buried into his knees. He wept. The guy really did love Monica but he just didn't see the need in talking to her parents when he already knew that they hated him. That was just Terrance. There was just no need in talking to people who didn't even want to talk to him. Catrin was an exception though. He didn't have a choice but to talk to her. She's an employee of this place just like he was. Co-workers that don't talk to each other obviously won't be too useful in a lot of scenarios.TC was so depressed at the moment. He didn't even notice that his nemesis was in the room. Catrin had just been about to walk out of the break room when the door swung open again. Expecting Don, she sighed and sat back down on the edge of the table, ready to deal with whatever rant he was going to throw at her this time. Much to her surprise-and chagrin-however, it was TC, talking on the cell phone and looking on the verge of tears.At first she could only watch him in wide-eyed wonder, unsure if she was really seeing TC, or if this was just some impostor. It was like a train wreck... she just couldn't look away. So the bastard had a heart, did he? And apparently, that heart had just been broken, by the tail end of the conversation she'd managed to catch.Still standing there, she chewed her lower lip, trying to decide what to do. Did she just leave him here to wallow in his self pity, or did she swallow her pride and offer him a shoulder to cry on?Cursing her soft heart, she rolled her eyes with a sigh and moved toward him, stopping only long enough to bend and pick up his phone. Anyone looking at her from behind would have had a lovely view of her backside, and probably would have been praying her skirt were just a little bit shorter. He, meanwhile, if he bothered to look up, would have gotten an eyeful of pale white cleavage.Once the phone was in her hand, she moved over and slid down to sit beside him, resting the phone in front of him. She didn't touch him, just sat there. "If she left you, she wasn't the right one for you," she said softly, looking down. Studying her hands seemed like the only thing she could really do with her eyes, to keep from looking at him and the pathetic display he was making.Finally though, she lifted her hand and gave him a soft, reassuring, if not awkward pat on the back. She couldn't believe she was talking to him... let alone willingly touching him. It made her skin want to crawl, but part of her couldn't help but feel bad. It was never a pleasant thing to loose someone you loved...She'd honestly only ever dated a few guys, and had only slept with one of them... once. He had been awful. It had hurt, he had been clumsy, and it just generally wasn't a pleasant experience, so she'd opted not to get into another relationship that ever went to a sexual level. She couldn't quite understand exactly what he was going through, but she felt like she should provide him some sort of comfort, however small it may be. A cold touch isn't something that could help him with a cold heart or at least not the one that just dropped him. Those hands of Catrin's were freezing. This was probably because she was working around a lot of cold beverages all day. It was understandable. Yet, TC didn't take it all that well. He scissored his shoulders from left to right to force her to remove her hand even though it didn't work. After that, he made a rather rude and rash adjustment by grabbing her hand and moving it away from him. A touch from her was neither wanted or needed. He knew who it was that had put their hands on him. That voice was unmistakable."I don't need your pity. I don't need your words. In fact, I don't even need you. Get lost. I've had enough of women without more of you going around and ruining things for me even more," he said with a low and defeated sounding voice.Terrance's woman problems wasn't a secret. The honest truth was that he was horrible with women. The reason for this was because of his separationalist personality that would prompt him to be an asshole whenever possible. TC had some personal issues that he had to seriously work on. Though, most of those issues weren't his fault. He's just a victim of circumstance and a horrible personal past that has shaped him into the perfect antagonist. His story has no female knight with a broad sword. There was no toad princess to kiss. No Snow White or even one dwarf to retreat into the forest to. There was no magic carpet to ride away from his life. Definitely no rabbit to show him how far that rabbit hole he called an existence could go. In truth, Terrance was a trapped animal who only acted like a jerk to simply keep people from hurting him.So, Catrin wanted to know why he had to be an asshole all the time? Now would be her perfect chance. TC stood up and folded his arms like he meant business. "You're just another woman. That's right. You're nothing to me. You'll never be anything to me. You're just like mom, my aunt, grandma, Monica and all the rest of the rat bastards that females should be really be referred to as. I'm sorry, not everybody has had your wonderful perfect life ya know. Oh, you're going to say, 'hey buddy! Shut up! Your life couldn't be that bad.' Wow, that's about as unlikely as finding a virgin in fucking Japan!" he shouted."You want to know WHY I treat you like shit? Well, the truth is that you remind me of my mother. In fact, you look just like her. My real mom died when I was seven years old and my dad remarried a white woman. She was a pure bitch. Oh, how much of a bitch was she? You see, I got molested by my aunt twice when I was just a kid. Why didn't I just tell my parents? I didn't want to tell my dad because it was his fucking sister for crying out loud. That would've crushed him. So, what did I do? I go to the bitch named my step-mother. She didn't believe me. She said that men didn't get raped or molested. So, know what had to happen? My aunt had to do it again, the second time, for my step mom to finally believe me because she caught my aunt in the act. WOW! Interesting story isn't it? Ain't it funny how no matter what I do I always get fucked by a woman!" he said.TC's arms were unfolded now and he cried even more. He never told anyone this story but his step mother. His father, 'till this very day, still doesn't know about it. "Oh I hate women! All they've ever given me was hell in a hand basket and even the basket was made in fucking China so it's toxic! You're all the same! Every rot bastard of you is the same! Same ol' periods which is bullshit. Hell, if I EVER hear another woman bitch and whine about a period I'll stick my foot so far up that bitch's ass to the point where my toes and her tongue could play footsies! How the hell does a woman expect to be treated just like a man in this society when they want a 'get out of jail free' card just because of a period? It's bullshit. Then all you wanna do is whine and bitch about everything. Hell, when men argue we like to make some fucking sense every now and then. When women argue you just do it to irritate the fuck out of us!" he rambled on in a very loud voice."You all just...GRRRRRRROOOAR! You make me wanna stab a hamster with a steak knife and throw a bear cub down a well! Why the fuck do you vagina bleeders gotta be so fucking stupid and bitchy all the time? That's a mystery that's similar to the Tootsie Pop mystery; the world may never know!" he went on to say.Terrance couldn't help himself. What was being displayed to Catrin was years of pinning all of this aggression and emotion inside. So, when he finally released it all...boy did he release it...and it wasn't a pretty sight. TC finally calmed down after he vented it all out. A surprising and surely unexpected move came out of him. With aggression that could only come from a man in peril the comedian gathered up Catrin's body and pulled her into a tight embrace. Sure, he might've been sucking air from her a bit. However, it appeared that he was reaching out to her in the form of a confidant. It's strange of him to do that. He normally would've hated every part of this bartender. Yet, tonight was different. He needed a friend even though he just insulted that possible friend's gender to the highest degree. "I'm sorry. I normally don't get that crazy. I just don't know what to do. It's like all my problems come from females. I mean, shit, what the hell am I supposed to think. Huh? What am I supposed to think?" he inquired over and over again to Catrin. Catrin stood slowly, shortly after he did, listening to his barrage of insults. She'd gotten rather used to it, really, even if he was more harsh than normal. In fact, she heard the hurt in his voice and a part of her softened to him. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all... When he talked about being molested as a child, part of her hurt for him, and she had to fight not to gather him in close and rock him like she would have when he was a boy, like she would have had he just come to her and told her this horrible secret of his aunt molesting him....She couldn't imagine any mother, even a step mother, accusing a child of lieing about something like that. Despite her want to comfort him, she held back, waiting for him to finish berating her, insulting her, treating her like filth. It sounded like it was just something he needed to get out...Better out now, than to force him to bottle it all up again until he exploded and the only way for him to express all that anger and hurt was through physical means. When he dropped his arms, she expected him to yell more, to scream at her to go, and part of her was ready to do so.What she did not expect, however, was the pain of almost desperate arms that pulled her close. She stood shell shocked for a moment, but finally slid her arms around him, cradling him against her, one hand stroking his head while the other rubbed his lower back gently, moving back and forth in a soothing motion."Shhh..." she soothed, holding him tight. "You can let it out with me, its alright. I wont tell anyone," she whispered, and part of her found herself fighting back her own tears, though hers were more just because being around him in this state made her sad. She'd always grown to expect... to depend on him being an asshole. She'd never prepared for the guy to have a heart. And she certainly hadn't prepared for him to hug her, to break down and cry on her. The touching appeared to be milking a strange reaction out of him. A projection of what would probably sound like a moan slithered out of his lips. TC was a kitten of sorts. He loved to be rubbed and stroked no matter what part of his body was getting that sort of attention. His chest being pressed against her breasts didn't deload the possible arousal either. The thoughts that were running wild in this man's mind would be insanity to some and logical to others, possibly even, a combination of the two to some other people. He didn't care. The moment that this bartender showed him even the smallest degree of care Terrance instantly felt a connection with her. Of course, her touching him added to this emotion of affection.If there was one thing Monica would say about this guy she'd say that he was one hell of a tease when it came to him being turned on. Not to mention that he could flirt like no other or at least in her opinion. The problem now was that TC had to prove that. So, with a slow but focused motion his head moved down in a South Eastern position like a fast motioned moon circling on its orbit to allow the sun to rise. With such emotion and aggression his lips were applied to the side of her neck. He resembled a vampire. That pink snake of a tongue escaped from his mouth ever so slowly. The very tip of it, to embody the idea of a knife's point, connected with her skin.An artist to a canvas he was. The tip of his tongue started moving in an alphabetical pattern. The letter "F" was placed on her first. Bits of his own moist tongue helped to leave a mark on her that would dry rather quickly. The letters "U", "C" and "K" followed suit of the first letter. That tongue, like a typewriter, moved down even move into a centered position under the first word he spelled me. "M" and "E" plus an exclamation mark of "!" was also created. Was he...telling her to fuck him? That seemed to be the message that he was sending. To people like TC, sex was like ice cream for the depressed person. Fucking was his ice cream. He'd need it to, in a sense, help him to get over whatever was getting him down in the dumps.If she, at any point, would enjoy something like this then the onslaught of sexual arousal wouldn't end. The guy turned himself into an executioner of sensual touches with a small hint of "fuck her brains out" deep within the corridors of his mind. To physically produce this point he reached down with the very same hand that smelled of Scotch Soda thanks to Catrin. Those digits of his, combined with a palm, gripped her right ass cheek so hard to the point where his finger tips turned white. When that happened it wouldn't have been hard for Catrin to notice the reaction that thing in his pants was getting from this. Thick wasn't even the word for it. What the hell did he do? Steal a taser gun and store it in his boxers? Some said that black guys were "huge" if one can understand the idea. Terrance, to a lot of girls, lived up to that often untrue stereotype.This was, to him, payback for everytime a woman has brought him to suffering. He didn't give a damn if this woman didn't like what he was doing. It was one thing to tell her about how women have wronged him before. It was a completely different situation when he physically showed her. The way he saw it was that women always metaphorically fucked him. So, he'd literally fuck a woman just to get some retribution rather she wanted it or not... The softly uttered moan should have been her first clue that something was up, but Catrin, the naive soul that she was, just brushed it off as a groan, a sound he made while crying. In her mind, the sound was one of pain, not pleasure, and it just made her hold him all the tighter, wishing her embrace could make all his pain go away.She felt his head move, brushing his lips and nose over her in almost felt like a nuzzle. Again though, she brushed it away, blaming his actions on the close quarters they were in. He couldn't help that his lips brushed so lightly over her skin it gave her goosebumps... could he? Of course not. That was just silly. As soon as he was over this flood of tears, he'd be right back to hating her and calling her a bitch and other various, more creative names.She was sure of it.And then something else hit the delicate, alabaster skin of the side of her neck. It was warm and wet and... moving. She stiffened as his tongue moved over her skin, making odd patterns she couldn't quite make out. Shivers ran through her from the feel, and she found herself unable to push him away.Unable to move, that is, until his hand found her ass cheek through her skirt. She gave a soft cry at his hard grip, sure she'd have bruises from it by the next day, and her hands planted against his chest, pushing against him. "What are you doing?! Stop it, TC! Stop!" she insisted, whimpering, squirming, trying to get away.His grip was just too strong, and Catrin's petite body too easy to keep hold of. She whimpered, pushing harder, her palms flat against his chest as she pushed with all the strength she could get as such an awkward angle. "Let me go!" she whimpered, trying to turn her head to look at him, to get his lips... those lips with that amazingly dexterous tongue, as far from her delicate, sensitive skin as possible. "What? I'm about to do you a favor. I'm going to do to you what you always wanted me to. Oh, don't pretend like you don't want it you slut. I could've seduced you even without the aide of that poison that you so happily sell; alcohol. You see, let me explain how I'm helping you. The reason why you'd allow me to destroy every bit of you is because of your pussy. It's evil. I plan to punish it for you. Aren't you glad someone is going to make it suffer so that it'll be taught a lesson? You allow your body to control you too often and you can't seem to think beyond your horny urges. You poor girl. Don't worry. I'm here now. I'll end your suffering," he said. However untrue his statements might've been Terrance had no intention of stopping what he had already started.His eyes narrowed. They resembled that of a skilled and deadly intentioned lion who only wanted the newborn prey. Yes, Catrin was a newborn. For a newborn was the most vulnerable. In fact, she's a herbivore that's injured and could be picked off easily. The factors into this was TC's size, muscle mass and power. Those arms of his didn't let go. In fact, an anaconda grip was established which eventually turned into a bear hug. "What's the matter bitch? You scared? You should be. I'm gonna make it where you don't walk again so you can't go running to the cops unless your arms are flailing off the side of a wheelchair!" he announced.Those eyes spotted a dark chocolate colored couch that the employees would normally lounge on. Catrin was one of those people who normally sat on thing. How appropriate was it that she, seemingly, was going to get her brains fucked out on it? That strength was something that could've only come from pure hatred and emotion. He chugged Catrin's fair body into couch with the impact of her landing illuminating the room in sound. TC dashed to the floor, picked up his cell phone and pocketed it quickly. A Superman styled dive was made and he landed on his target with picture perfect accuracy. Upon landing on her and mounting himself on top of her the insanity driven comedian immediately delivered a hard and stinging slap to the right side of his face with his right and dominant hand. He hoped she would draw blood from this aggressive offense. It'd teach her who was the stick and who was the watering hole. He assumed that she'd be fearful now but he didn't care if she was. All he wanted out of her was the realization that he's the dominant one now and she's beneath him, a lower being and nothing more than a fuck toy.That bastard slammed that same hand that slapped her so harshly into her throat to briefly choke her. He pressured his upper body down onto her to choke her even more. His eyes darted towards the ground to spot Catrin's purse. A sick smile glided across his face. He reached down and after a few seconds of ransacking he pulled out the victim's cell phone. That same phone was laid on Catrin's chest. The bouncing of her breasts swayed the phone from side to side. He reached into his pocket to pull out the same phone that allowed him to be heart broken. Just the sight of it made him not reconsider what he was about to do which had to be one of the most unique foreplay ideas that Terrance had ever come up with. The shape of the super slick and smooth looking phone, though still rectangular in shape, was the prelude to what was to come."Wanna know what kinda phone it is? It came from a German sex toy website. It's a vibrator phone. You see, this is how it works...while you can use ringtones on it like any other phone it's specialty is vibration. This thing vibrates seven to ten times harder than any other vibration setting on any other phone. It's useless for phone sex because a girl could use it as a dildo while, at the same time, use the speakerphone to talk to the person. So, I'll make you a deal. If you don't moan, whimper or even ask me to simply fuck you then I won't do it. However, show me any sign that you like whatever I'm doing to you and you can kiss the idea of your pussy never being sore goodbye," he proposed.That asshole did just what he was said he was going to do but added more physical stipulations as he went along. Her throat was released but his hand found a retirement on her chest. He leaned his entire body weight on top of her while reaching under his body to place the phone in-between her legs. The pressure from their bodies being sandwiched together held the phone in place. He used Catrin's phone to dial his number. Once the seventh digit was pressed and the call button was dialed the gates of sexual hell was unleashed. Seven to ten times the vibrations of any other phone? YEAH RIGHT! It was more like fifteen times that of what he said added on. If she had any urge to like the horrible tremors it would've made an utter mockery of her clitoris and her pleasure hole. Catrin whimpered, tears building in her eyes as she pushed at him, trying to get him to let her go. All his talk about punishing her pussy frightened her. Pushing at his chest, she shook her head side to side. "No, please no... just let me go!" she begged, looking up at him. The look in his eyes was frightening, sending chills up and down her spine. She let out a whimper of fear, then a soft scream as he hugged her tight, nearly crushing her petite body with his all too strong arms.Tears slid down her cheeks as he looked down at her, only to throw her onto the couch. She went flying, unable to catch herself before she fell into the cushions with a loud thud. He was on her before she had time to react, delivering a harsh slap to her face that made her head snap to the side and drew blood from the corner of her mouth. Tears spilled from her eyes as she looked up at him. She'd always known he was an asshole, but she'd never thought him capable of anything like this. Never thought him inhuman enough to rape and abuse someone, especially after they just offered him a shoulder to cry on.His hand came crashing down on the delicate pillar of the throat and she let out a choked cry, her hands at his wrist, pushing desperately at it, trying to get him off of her so she could breathe. Her fists pounded at his chest, fear gripping her. When he set her cell phone on her chest, it was like he was teasing her. Rubbing it in her face that there was a lifeline there and she couldn't take hold of it.And then he held up his own phone, explaining to her just what it could be used for. Her eyes went wide at the thought... she'd never heard of such a thing! But there it was, and it definitely wasn't like any phone she'd ever seen before. The stipulations he was putting on her made her cry a bit harder than before. Not out of pain, not out of discomfort... but out of fear.His body came crashing down on her, pushing the air out of her legs and forcing a cry to leave her lips as he shoved the phone between her legs so that it was resting against her hairless sex through the crotch of her panties. "No... please, no..." and then he was dialing a number from her phone, and the vibration started between her legs. As soon as the hard vibration started, it seemed to focus on her clit, making her squirm, gasping, trying hard to push him off.Fresh tears welled in her eyes. The sensation was intense, and she didn't want to admit it, but she could feel herself growing warm down there... could feel moisture building up inside her panties. That phone was wreaking havoc on her poor body. Not that it helped that it had been a couple years since she'd been with the one and only person she'd ever slept with. Her poor body's natural needs had all but been ignored, as Catrin had convinced herself that masturbation even, was a waste of time and energy for something that couldn't ever feel good.And now here she was, pinned beneath a man who, if she so much as showed an ounce of pleasure, would have no problem raping her whether she truly wanted it or not. "Please let me go... please don't... don't do this..." Her breathing was a bit heavier, and growing more so by the second. She had to make him stop, or else she'd be doomed. The calculation of his movements were the key here. That damn phone of hers was what was causing all of this reaction from her. That fiend used her technology to create a tidal wave that crashed into her. A mind flurried he was. A terrible thought went through his brain. If she'd nearly give into him and he wasn't even touching her skin directly then of course if he did so she'd probably lose it. So, with that intention in mind, the rapist wedged his hand in-between their bodies and gripped onto the phone. He dragged it downward until it slipped under her skirt. He smirked. There could a falsehood in his idea of her opening the flood gates downtown. Either way, the second he pushed that phone into the seapings of her pussy lips through her underwear there was no doubt that he absolutely rocked her lower regions even though she might not be turned on by this. The vibrations themselves got stronger once they hit a more solid object. The mid-section of chair even suffered from minor tremors.This douche bag had to go further than that. He let go of her chest and leaned up. But she wasn't about to get any relief just yet. A reaching into the pocket and the pulling out of the said hand that did the reaching would reveal a pocket knife. It was held in a sort of offensive gesture. "Wouldn't want my number one slut to get loose? Oh, what's the matter? You crying bitch? You might want to save those tears. You'll need them later..." he said in a coarse voice. "Now, let's see here..." he said. He reached under her skirt. Just what the hell was he planning on doing? He had no grip on her now and she could escape. Although, the moment she tried to move he'd just slash her vagina with the knife to make sure that she has some permanent damage. "Ever had a knife for a dildo before? I hear it's quite painful," the cruel man suggested.He had no intention of cutting her unless she did try to get away. Oh, but he would cut something. He pulled on the strap lining of her underwear where the vibrating phone was still on the attack. The knife started cutting away the vertical part of her underwear and once it was severed clean off it gave him direct access to her sex. So unfair did he turned out to be. He knew that if the vibrator caused her to almost give into him, he knew from the look in her eyes, then goodness knows what it'd do to her if it directly touched her pussy. But he didn't even have mercy in that setting. Instead of just heading for the spot that was causing all of her leakage he jammed the phone into her clitoris which, by all standards, was one of the most sensitive areas of a woman's body. To put an exclamation mark on his sexual mishappenings he moved his hand from side to side just to dig in the phone even more and cause the worst type of stimulation.The knife was hurled across the room. "Maybe, just maybe, if you open your legs a little wider I might keep my hand steady. Don't do it and I'll put it inside of you," he proposed. Now she had a choice to make. Either allow him to bully her clit or he'd put inside of her and goodness knows what kind of internal sensations that would cause. His logic was to force her to choose between being made into a whore or being into an even BIGGER whore. "And if you're a really good girl I might lick you to clean you up a bit. There isn't any towels around here and I'm sure you need one right about now. They say tongues can be like sponges. So, unless you want to be all wet and have all the evidence of what happened to be going down your legs then you might want to consider some things," he added.Just a brief inch of that phone left her clitoris that was, by all standards of how she reacted earlier, going insane, and promptly found itself being squeezed tightly by her pussy walls upon him putting it into her. The vibrations were so powerful to the point where even her pubic area, after he placed a free hand upon it, was having a chain reaction of shaking from the recoil. She let out a harsh sob as he moved the phone beneath her skirt. "No! Please no!" She wanted to scream, but was afraid to do so, afraid he'd hit her again, or worse. The second that phone pressed against her through even her panties, she squirmed hard, holding back a cry. It was far too intense, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.When he leaned up off of her, she was just about to make a break for it, to try to push him away and run, but then she saw the shine coming off the pocket knife as he pulled it out, flicking the blade into an open position. His words about a knife inside of her made her whimper in fear, and she made it a point to lay very, very still. His knife was slid beneath her skirt, and she could feel him pulling it against the waistband of her panties, slicing them and pulling another sob from her.Why was he doing this to her? What had she done to him that was so horrible? Honestly... he'd always been more cruel to her than she ever had to him. Was this payback for the drink being dumped over his head? Honestly, she couldn't say, and as she lay there wondering, he was pushing her panties out of the way, moving the phone to press it against her clit. He pushed it hard against her, and she couldn't hold back any longer. A high pitched cry left her lips as he dug it in hard against her sensitive nub, sobs following shortly thereafter as he looked up at him. Would he take that sound as one of pleasure? God she hoped not...And then he was telling her that if she didn't spread her legs for him, he'd put it inside her. But that hurt! But she didn't want to do something so lewd for him... She didn't want him licking her! But she didn't want the evidence of what he was doing to her to be on display either.Giving a sob of defeat, she lowered her eyes, spreading her shapely thighs a bit wider for him, giving him better access to her smooth, hairless pussy. Her lips were quivering, her clit throbbing, and her juices were flowing enough to lubricate her incredibly well were he to want to insert something inside of her virgin tight walls. "Damn girl..." whispered TC. Amazingly, the phone was made to withstand any kind of overexposure to moisture to keep it from shorting out. Well, it appeared that Catrin was so wet and leaked so much onto the electronic surface to the point where the phone suffered from water damage and instantly shut off. The vibrations started to die off. That spelled her doom right there. Now Terrance had to find something else to stick into her and that something else might've brought on something more, what TC would call, minor reactions. Little was known about TC's love of My Chemical Romance as most would've just thought he was the typical black rap fan. Well, it turned out that he loved make up upon a man's face, a marching band uniform and overly dark lyrics."So we gave 'em blood, blood, gallons of the stuff, give them all that you can drink and it'll never be enough. So give 'em blood, blood, BLOOOOOD! Grab a bucket 'cause there's gonna be a flood," he sang. Was that bastard trying to suggest that he was going to make her bleed with whatever was going to crush her next. To be even more of an asshole he pulled the phone out from under her skirt and rubbed its surface all over her lips in an attempt to make her taste herself. Unless she wiped her mouth off she'd taste it eventually and even then there'd be bits and fragments left for later. A shower would be needed later and maybe some Listerine would be desired as well or something similar. That phone got tossed to the left and landed with a loud clacking sound.The familiar sound of a zipper dropping reached its full volume. She was about to see the head of the beast. Those red boxers of his was exposed which a long opening in the middle of them to allow him to push out his manhood without having to remove his underwear to do it. Without even touching it the thing poked out as it was lightning rod hard by now. That had to be a troublesome sight for her. The damn thing wasn't even that long. It wasn't meant to be. However, what it lacked in length it made up for in overall thickness. She could barely take the phone in without having herself being plugged like a planet sized sphere to a gopher hole. Just how the hell did he expect that thing to fit into her? He didn't. He thought it'd rip her open. Perhaps he was underestimating Catrin's pussy just a bit. Still, this wasn't going to be a very pleasant experience for her unless she wanted it in some ways.He didn't remove his pants. No, that would require too much time and would also call for him to ignore her submissive position long enough for her to make a possible escape. To make sure that she didn't get away his arms moved under her spread legs. The back of her calves were hoisted up onto his shoulders. TC's body leaned down while at the same time he placed his hands to the left and right sides of her shoulders with her back being planted on the couch. This was more of a push-up position than anything. Most men would have to grab their penises to insert it into a hole rather it be the vaginal or anal area. Not this time. He had special plans on how to get it into her.With him being so hard and thick he simply rubbed the head of his intruder against her entrance just by using the muscles in his hips and in the penis itself. Something strange happened. Her vagina, by natural instinct, performed somewhat of a sucking motion the second he dropped his hips down into her like a guillotine which only jammed about three inches of the nine that she'd have to deal with. It was the same concept as a spaceship being sucked it by a blackhole. He allowed her to suck him into her to punish herself. Her deep abyss had inner walls that, because of their constricting maneuvers, was in turn not blocking him but sucking him in. He only allowed her body to do some of the work. Their bodies made a hell of a contact when he slammed his pubic area into hers and he even managed to smack the upper attachment of his body directly into her clitoris to cause even more damage."You like that bitch?" he asked. The sound of his zipper lowering made Catrin's throat restrict in fear, her heart skipping a beat. Despite that, however, her pussy seemed to welcome the sound, giving a quiver of anticipation as her clit throbbed all the harder, eager for attention. Was this some subconcious direction given by her brain, telling her sex to prepare for penetration?Whimpering, she looked down as his cock made it's appearance, eyes going wide at the site. He was too big... way way too big! He'd split her in half. "No... No please no..." she begged, squirming, trying to get away as panic took her. Her struggle was not to succeed, however, as he grabbed her legs and hoisted them up, draping them over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, her soft, slick pink pussy on display, in the perfect position for him to force himself inside of her."Please don't, TC... please... I wont tell anyone if you don't..." And then he stopped just rubbing against her, instead thrusting the first few inches of him into her hard, ripping a scream of pain from her as he stretched her suddenly around him. Tears sprang to her eyes, pain pulsing through her as he began to thrust into her again and again, until he finally sank all nine inches of his massive member into her tight walls.She sobbed beneath him, her hands smacking at him, nails clawing, trying to get him off of her. When he asked her if she liked it, she just cried, shaking her head back and forth quickly. "It hurts!" she sobbed softly, pushing at him, trying to get him off of her. "Stop... please stop... too big... too big!" she cried beneath him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.The pain was intense... far more than the little bit of pleasure she may have received from being penetrated normally. He hadn't taken his time, instead he'd just thrust into her, and she was sure he was ripping her open, her delicate white sex at the mercy of his massive black rod. Infact, she wouldn't have been surprised had she bled. Now it was time to wreck her from the inside out. His dick wanted to tag team with him apparently. Some men didn't curve out right away and TC was one of those guys. So, while being inside of her, the full stint of his erection occured as his member curved to the right even further. It had trouble doing that. Her body put the male extension of a break in artist into an anaconda choke hold. Those defenses of hers made it hard for him to take what he wanted out of her. That didn't meant that she'd be out of hot water or would stop producing her own version of hot water. Abusing her was easy but continuing it would be the tricky part. That's where the verbal communication would come in handy.TC leaned his head down towards her ear to whisper thoughts into her mind. Those legs of hers were pushed back while being up on his shoulders. Her knees almost touched her chest. The son of a bitch didn't say a single word for a second or two and rushing his body into her like a human sewing machine with his needle being thicker than the tiny metal ones. He wanted her to hurt for a moment before he started saying things to her. It was mind games. He figured that she wanted him, at this point since she already knew it'd probably be a long night for her, to talk to reassure her that it wasn't going to be as bad as she thought. That, of course, would be a highly incorrect thought on her part if she did have it. His voice was her reward. He wasn't about to allow her to hear him unless it was a grunt from him pounding her like a piece of fresh meat.He stringed his words together in-between breaths. "You know, they say that even if you're tearing a girl apart she'll still cum but it's against her will. Now, I could fuck you harder and make you climax a bit faster so this'll be all over. But if you want I'll make it slow and painful. Just so you know, I'm not stopping until I get "mine" too. As I said, I could go faster and this'll be all over. But if you want me to go slow then you can sit there, scream, shout, beg for mercy, call on your god if you want and even moan like the whore you are. Tell me to fuck you harder and I'll have mercy on you," he proposed. That was his all along. He was forcing her to like this rather she wanted to or not.For the sake of being even more cruel he didn't even give her a chance to answer. Like a scrub board turned upside down her body jerked violently as he started to get a bit rougher. Unfortunately for Catrin the guy could do a shit load of push-up repetitions without stopping. His back straightened and he dropped into her. "You like that bitch? HUH? DO YA?!" he shouted in question to her. But then the fucking got totally unfair. It was too hard. Just entering her made her feel like he was going to rip her from the seams. Now, his skin around his pubic area, despite him wearing pants, was getting red and swollen from being smashed down into her so hard.Slowing down probably would've given her some temporary relief. "What's it gonna be whore? Ask me to fuck you harder like that so you can get closer. Or I could take it slow and make this as long as possible but then you'd just piss me off and make you fuck you in SORTS of positions. Do what I want you to and be a good little toy," he commanded. "You might even want to rub that nice little clit of yours and grab on those breasts to make this go a little faster," he added. In the back of TC's mind this wasn't over by a long shot. She was screaming beneath him, arching and writhing, pushing against him, trying desperately to free herself. But it would seem that the more she fought to get free, the more pleasure he took in seeing to it that he hurt her more. She was sobbing and whimpering in a mixture of pleasure and pain beneath him by the time he began to actually talk to her. His words made her cry harder, but it didn't really matter... he didn't give her time to answer. Instead, he just went back to slamming into her, probably hard enough to bruise her poor thighs.Her clit was throbbing... but with pain or pleasure, she couldn't tell anymore. Her nails gripped onto his arms, drawing blood, holding onto him as if looking for some sort of anchor to the real world, something to keep her from spinning off into oblivion because of what he was doing to her body.Her head tossed from side to side, pants leaving her as she whimpered and cried out beneath him. She continually looked at the door, praying someone would walk in and catch him raping her, but she knew it wouldn't happen. The club was all but empty by now, probably completely empty, as this was a week night. They closed early on weekdays. She was alone... completely alone and at his mercy.Looking up at him, she whimpered. "Please TC... you're hurting me... I'll give you whatever you want, just please... please stop hurting me..." she sobbed. She knew it would never feel good... but deep down she was sure he was trying to make this painful. Fast or slow, it didn't matter... she just wanted him to stop hurting her this way."I'll give you anything!" she cried again, whimpering and looking up at him as a soft sob left her. "Just please... please stop..." Penetration of skin had been reached. Only someone with a completely twisted mind would think that her clawing at his body while damn near screaming bloody murder would be a signal for him to do other things to her that was just as worse or worse than this. He figured she liked this. The sick freak kept on thinking that she actually craved being treated like nothing but an object. She wanted him to stop doing what he was doing? Maybe that wasn't the best of suggestions. That would only prompt him to do something different to her. "Oh yes, you're right! Who wants to get fucked missionary all the time? It's a generic and boring position! Good idea! Thanks for the help!" he exclaimed. It seemed like the more she talked the worst she'd make it for herself.Her body was slumped over the couch right after he pulled himself out of her. He ripped his arms away from her hands while being pretty sure that she probably got a small piece of blood and flesh under her finger nails. That'd be a nice parting gift for her to have unless she washed it off immediately. Her body landed with her back pointed upwardly to the ceiling. That wasn't a good sign. She was in a perfect position. The sex starved man moved from the couch and onto his knees on the floor. He pulled her body up to force her into a kneeling position which she could just as easily move herself out of but it wouldn't do her much good. Getting a woman's back could land a man with all the power in the world.A hard hand smacked the back of her neck before gripping it and shoving her face into the floor. "I wonder what would happen if I fucked you all doggy style. Would you like that? Oh, all whores like that. It's a very ideal sex position. So, should I go hard or soft? Oh, I think I'll go hard. I like it when you moan in pain," he admitted. That other hand was the executioner. Her ass was arched up into the air and seemingly ready for him to do whatever he damn well pleased with her. The hand slapped her left ass cheek to unleash a loud sound that copied the sound of a tennis racket hitting a tennis ball. A large, red hand print was left on the surface of her skin. He rubbed the inflicted wound to make it hurt a little more.TC grabbed the abusive man-pipe that already bullied her pussy before and inserted it yet again but this time with a hand which was a symbol that perhaps sweet relief was on the way. Perhaps he was slowly becoming satisfied. Maybe he just briefly lost a miniscule part of his erection from not being inside of her. With Terrance, one would never know. Escaping? There was no escape. To be sure of this, the sexual thief took his hand off the back of Catrin's neck and, with both arms, hooked both her arms into a full nelson hold. There was nowhere to run. The fucking was what had to stop. He had the mind to literally try to leave his imprint on the inside of her.Her shirt was soaked in sweat by now and partially because of the sweat from his shirt. Stinging liquids leaked down his forehead which prompted him to close his eyes along and coupled with the fact that her tightened well of lust felt really good. He breathed on the top of her back as a form of exhaust fumes that could've let her know that he was getting just a bit of fatigue. A small sign of mercy made itself known. Terrance thought of his favorite rap song and began to deviate from his hard fucking into a grinding motion that simulated the beat of the rap song. At least he did show a bit of himself that wanted her to like this. Catrin's eyes went wide when he decided that instead of stopping all together, instead of letting her go, he would just switch up positions. A cry of despair left her as he pulled from her, ripping his arms from her hands, leaving blood and skin beneath her nails. She hardly had the chance to notice such, however, as he grabbed her and flipped her over, bending her over the couch.As soon as he let go to change his own position, however, she made to scramble away. A scream left her as he grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her cheek to the floor and her ass up into the air. She sobbed as he spoke, not even answering anymore.He thrust into her hard, pulling a scream from her. A moment later, his arms found her own, pulling her at an awkward motion as he pounded into her. She was just beginning to think there'd be no relief, sure he'd kill her before he'd finish, when he stopped thrusting and settled into a grinding motion against her, his hips grinding into her supple, soft ass.A whimper left her, but her cries died down significantly. In fact, looking past the lingering pain from the abuse he'd shown her... it almost felt good. He was pressing against a spot deep within her that send shocks through her body. Closing her eyes tight, she let out a low groan that was half pain, half pleasure, her breathing growing slightly heavier. Those arms left hers and allowed her some relief from the submission hold. It was a sign that TC didn't believe that she wanted to run anymore. Sure, she wouldn't walk for a day or two without feeling some pain from it. However, he got the distinct feeling that she needed this more than she was letting on. Otherwise, why did her body betray her so easily? Was she always wanting this and just never said anything? Terrance realized that there were those types of women who didn't want sex unless it was rough, kinky and even, in some cases, seemingly of the non-consent type. But at that point one couldn't rape the willing. The ever opportunist went to whispering into her ear again. "Say my name. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I bet you wanna cum baby. Don't you? Tell me you love being my little slut. I bet you love the way I treat you. I bet you don't even want me to stop," he whispered.He wanted to allow her to prop herself up if she wanted or keep her head low if she, in fact, didn't want to even have a possibility of him ever seeing her face if she really hated this. A touch to that same mistreated clitoris was made with a single index finger stroking it in a circular repetition while the other hand was placed firmly on the small of her back. Those touches were made to make her like this. A slow and steady rhythm of forward driving and backward retreating was made. She was a little more loose now as if her body was betraying her even more to allow him to continue. He spoke a little louder as he didn't want her to misunderstand him. "I let you go. Yeah, if you run, I'd probably stop you. Of course you could even run right now. But I bet you won't. I bet you'll stay on your knees and let me do whatever the hell I want to you. It's official. You're my whore. You'll obey whatever command I give you because I broke you in properly. Yeah, you won't run away. Good dick is hard to come by for you, isn't it?" he inquired. TC kind of figured that it had been a while since someone made her scream like this.Finally, those neglected breasts got some attention. Both of his hands left their previous positions and moved their way under her back and onto her nice and naturals. The average woman liked to have their breasts touched depending on who was doing the touching and that was true even for women who wasn't that well endowed. However, the nerves in those said breasts would be higher depending on their size. In Catrin's case, she was probably swarmed with them. Those poor things hadn't been shown their proper due in a while. TC could tell. Her nipples hardened through that shirt so quickly as if to say that they needed it more than she was letting on. It was hard to get a hold of them. They jiggled around, pushing themselves forward and backward, to make amends with the drill that wasn't too far behind them."It's okay baby. I won't tell anyone. Just tell me that you like it. Tell me what you want me to do to you," he said to try to reassure her. It wasn't a secret anymore. Catrin liked this. Her verbal responses weren't by accident. The girl clearly needed someone to come along and just take her because otherwise, given her normal personality, she wouldn't have just given it up without a fight. Catrin's eyes closed, tears slipping down her pale cheeks as a sense of shame washed over her. She couldn't believe what her body was doing, the way all of her was responding to him despite the fact that she knew she didn't want this. Did she? No... sex hurt. Didn't it? Well... it hurt with him, she knew that. But it felt good too. Maybe... maybe it didn't have to hurt all the time.What was she thinking?! A soft sob left her as she hung her head, flame colored curls of silk spilling around her from her pony tail. His words were not doing anything to make her feel any better about the situation. She wasn't supposed to like this! Wasn't supposed to enjoy the way he touched her. He'd even grown gentle the past few minutes, his finger being tender with her abused clit, and now he was caressing and stroking her breasts through her corset-like top.When he got off her, allowing her to sit up if she wanted to, she lifted up onto elbows, not completely up, but not down either. One of her hands moved slowly to his own as it fondled her breasts, her fingers caressing over his hand. "I... I've only..." she managed to stammer between the breaths she was taking with his thrusts, soft whimpers leaving her between her words. "I've only ever done this once..." she admitted, and he would soon see a deep blush crawling along her neck and the delicate lobes of her tiny ears."Please... I wont run... just... don't hurt me anymore?" she asked softly, her hips moving gently back against his own, meeting one of his thrusts with her own. She turned her head, looking back at him through her jewel green eyes, pleading with him silently in that look.In truth... his words were making her wetter. Could she really get to enjoy being with him? Being his personal slut? The thought made another wave of shame wash over her, but at the same time her nipples grew harder than ever and her clit throbbed, begging for attention. Well... she would see. He'd continue to hurt her but perhaps he was being a bit too rough. There was still no sympathy for her pain. Of course, with him, there woudn't be much sympathy for anything at all. A hand gripped at her hair and forced her body, with that hair grip, to assume a forty five degree angle. It was probably showing that he wasn't going to listen to her yet he forced her head to turn so that he could kiss her. A kiss? Out of Terrance? Even with just a lip embrace the pressure was on. He nearly drew blood in the form of a cut from her bottom row of teeth hitting his mouth with a roughness that only comes from a greedy man.That meeting of the faces didn't last long. Soon his head roamed her neck with a gathering of kisses meeting her skin. A hard bite mark was placed on the side of her neck. She was his slut. This marking was a sign of placing claim on his territory. Every sex slave needed a collar and that would've been her own collar. He could barely talk from his lips still being so close to her body even after separating them just to talk. "You tell me not to hurt you? Oh, you don't get how this works, do you? You're the slut and I'm the master. You're supposed to please ME; not the other way around. I do to you and with you whatever I want. Isn't that right?" he asked. One hard and long thrust was put into her and he held it in to stop for a brief moment. The pain spike driven into her was to remind of her of just who had the whip and who had the sore back. "Isn't that right? Answer me whore!"She seemed to have enraged him. This was partially because of his peak. TC was a super fucker, with all factors considered, but he wouldn't be able to keep this up forever. Still, he had a lot left in him to hold back just for the sake of showing her that no matter what she did from now on this horrible memory, or, possibly, wonderful thought would always be in her mind. Talon-like finger nails gripped into her shoulders. He wasn't only fucking her just to hurt her. He was fucking her to force her to release. "Who is your fucking master?!" he questioned aloud. "Scream it bitch!" he shouted down at her. Catrin was not met with the gentleness she'd hoped for when she'd agreed to give him whatever he wanted. Indeed, no, he only seemed to grow more forceful, more angry with her for things she honestly didn't remember ever doing wrong. She cried out as he pulled her body to that awkward angle, and whimpered in pain against his lips as he kissed her.When his lips found her neck, she shivered, hoping against hope that now he would lighten up. Instead, however, his teeth sank into the delicate skin of her neck, ripping a scream from her, and as soon as his teeth let go, she was struggling to get away... to no avail.He was talking again, calling her the slut, saying she had to please him and her own pleasure didn't matter. She couldn't hold back the sobs any longer, any hope she had had of making it through this without too much more pain gone. When he slammed into her and yelled at her to answer him, a scream was ripped from her throat, along with the answer: "You are!".She sobbed, whimpering. "Oh god TC please... please stop. I'm begging you... I'll be whatever you want me to be, just please stop hurting me. I'll do whatever you want, I swear!" she begged, pleading with him, shoving her pride to the side in an effort to end the pain.

The Joke's On You (Closed for JewelSkye)

Where's Your Hero_ (Crixus & Andronica)

( could smell their fear. It was thick in the air, like the charred smoke drifting all around him as he walked casually through the destroyed remains of the prison that had once surrounded him. Alarms blared in the distance but they would bring no help. Not with him unleashed, free to the world once more. Those bright silver eyes simmered in the fires of the rubble of what was once S-Prison 22. A place built to house men and women like him.Even though he was the only one like him.His bare feet was walking over the charred remains of the supposed others, worthy of being imprisoned alongside him. True villains who worked outside the system of Super Heroes and Super Villains that had long since become corporately owned and government run. They'd asked him once if he wanted to sign a contract. Men in suits, gold pens, thinking that money was what he needed.They'd trapped him in a metal box and tossed him into the ocean once. Hoping that the pressure would eventually get to him. The box broke before he did. Viktor had heard rumours of sending him to the sun next. Or simply firing him in a random direction. But they knew he'd find his way back. So keeping him subdued had been the best thing to do.But one mistake was all it took.He was interested who they'd send after him. The priority alert would have gone out to all the little heroes and heroines at this point. A place like this devastated, destroyed beyond recognition. The hope of this place being on island would have worked if not for Viktor having most essential powers churning in his veins. A super soldier program gone wrong. Or right, in his case.Now he had it all, strength, flight, stamina, endurance, speed. Laser eyes and energy from the palms of his hands. Healing. And probably more that he didn't know about. His opponents never lasted long enough for him to really test himself. Save one.Dr Freedom.The most powerful hero on Earth. The one man who'd remained pure, incorruptible in a system build upon greed and exploitation. The one hero who managed to take Viktor down in every fight.Viktor respected the man and hated him in the same breath. As a conqueror, how could he not admire a man of such strength? And yet Dr Freedom was a man content with the status quo, living off it in some rich house with some pretty little thing. There would be no true freedom under Dr Freedom. No change. No bettering of the world.It's why the world needed a man like Viktor.He stood out on the beach now. It was nighttime, the moonlight dancing over his tanned naked skin and dark hair. He brushed a hand across his hard chin, feeling the rough stubble as he looked out at the calm water. Behind him something exploded inside what was left of the prison ruins, the fire brightening as more fuel was added to the blaze. He could just fly from here, they wouldn't be able to track him if he did that.But Viktor wasn't in a huge rush. He wanted some fun. It had been too long.The uncharted island was really only big enough for the prison, a barracks and a dock for the ships bringing supplies. Walking back down the sand towards the fire, that familiar taste of feat tickled at his lips. A hungry grin spread at the screams echoing now in his ears, those trapped inside the metal cages. If they were strong they would have escaped. It didn't matter if they were all villains here, save for the guards currently filing out of the barracks, geared up and awaiting rescue.But the heroes were late. And Viktor messed the taste of blood.The first group had no idea what happened. He simply dropped from the sky, silent punches and kicks with enough force to destroy all he touched. Blood dripped across his hardened abs, across his chest. Knuckles were wet with it, tongue brushing over them with a content sigh. Yes. Yesss he'd missed this.Bullets and electrodes were fired, the spasms twitching at his muscles for the briefest of moments. A flare of frustration at ruining his moment brought his silver eyes to a twin pair of bright suns, cleaning slicing through the rest of the standing barracks and those stationed there. What more of a signal did they need to come for him?! Had he awoke to a land of cowards??A roar of anger erupted from his lips, pacing on the sands. They wouldn't, would they?! He was just too strong, too powerful if they didn't send the big guy himself.Well he wouldn't bother waiting then.He flew. Higher and higher, before crashing back down to rupture the island itself. To crush it, sink it, let the ocean retrieve it all until there was nothing left. It left Viktor with little satisfaction though. Flying off towards the mainland, he knew what he needed.Clothes.Andsomeone to conquer. Someone...special. ( 60 inch flat screen TV hanging across the round marble table was one of the many luxurious amenities at Lily Hamilton's disposal for the term of her contract. Unbreakable contract, in fact, which didn't actually make any of the fancy shit around here fulfill the massive void in her life that not even one of John's signature wink's and impossibly white smiles could fix. By now Lily was actually having trouble keeping a mental image of his smile considering how little time he spent at home or together with her at all. Too many lives to save everywhere else.It wasn't like he actually directed those smiles at her, anyway... over a year ago she got thegigas dedicated girlfriend and nothing was more lukewarm than her love life.A somewhat incredulous, perpetually bemused face peered back at the reflection in the black TV screen while she shovelled a spoon full of plain, non-fat greek yogourt into her mouth topped with a few pieces of chopped strawberry. Playing the part meant so much more than being a companion to him int he way she envisioned. It was always looking perfect. Doing and saying the right things. Makeup applied and hair done. Frankly it was exhausting on top of her regular job as a lawyer - working with the city's DA, too. That got her brownie points from the Department of Defence when she signed up. Plus her family's pockets full of old money.Oh, and being a natural (ashy) blonde with a come hither look to those big eyes was simply a cherry on the pie for Dr Perfect's look when he needed to sling arm candy to the media.Reaching out across the polished marble table, Lily retrieved the sleek graphite remote and turned on the TV to watch the news before she did some reading up on case work that afternoon. Her thin black form fitting sweater moved with her taut core and she had one leg up under her body in the seat of the chair while the other dangled free - an old habit from childhood.But what should have normally been the white noise drone of the bottle blonde news anchor was something far different that day.FIRE AT S-PRISON 22 - ISLAND DESTROYED - MORE AT 7Red headlines blared as an erratic, loud announcement unfolded with a genuinely shocked look from the anchor's partner beside her. Lily could see his crisp navy suit buckling under the pressure."--getting reports of a cataclysmic event on the island that once housed secure site S-Prison 22 for exceptionally dangerous modified individuals---"The blonde was mid-way through her sentience when Lily tuned in and all but looked up from her smoothie bowl. Her perfectly manicured brow raised up above softly shimmering champagne eye shadow that made her deep gaze pop. Then her jaw rolled and she chewed that bite, looking down at her afternoon pre-workout snack."--evidence of a fire. Several units were deployed to--"She tuned out again and went back to finishing up her meal. Though she did snag a quick look of the photos splashing across the screen and actually had to do a double take at the only thing holding her interest. The smouldering island was indeed cracked asunder with angry waves lapping with white caps at the usurped concrete and metal that once made up the prison. Black smoke continued to billow from the wreck. While the helicopter view was shaky, overall it looked like the Titantic cracked in half on a much larger scale."--teams have yet to respond. There were 37 high value detainees at--"High value detainees?She almost chortled. Anything to not say pants-shittingly terrifying prisoners that the government hand crafted."Hm." Her rosy full lips pursed in the only affected sound she made through the whole ordeal of the hectic breaking news story. "What else is new?" she added dryly to herself. Her shoulders dropped a bit and Lily grabbed hold of her empty bowl. Standing up carefully, she rounded the table's curves back into the kitchen proper to do her dishes. Honestly, she wasn't phased. Her thick dark lashes flicked up from the tap to the TV again out of boredom more than anything.After all, her hero boyfriend and his friends had dealt with a hundred fires and earthquakes and terrorist attacks. This sort of thing just... rolled off her back these days. He was on the news already.The smirk curved on Viktor's lips as he looked up at the sports bar TV screen. His mugshot was splayed across the screen with a million different warning signs and alerts. It was flattering to be at the centre of attention and yet remain invisible in the crowded bar. A pretty little coastal establishment, filled with rich kids out late, waitresses wearing tight and short outfits, beer that wasn't quite cold enough up higher priced to go with the dumb rich kid expectations. It was like things had barely changed in the year of imprisonment he'd been in.Fashion certainly hadn't. Red and black plaid button up shirt, black rugged jeans with a leather belt and combat boots. Sleeved rolled up his forearms, black hair now cut nice and short with a decent shave to boot. He was a well tipping patron at this bar. No one was connecting the hot, smiling man with the feral beast on the TV.Not yet.The phone in his hand was giving Viktor an update on all he'd missed. And it wasn't much. So much...junk filled the newsfeeds as he tried to catch up on any real news. Everything was vapid and meaningless. Brother and sister superheroes were actually in love? Zeta G was dating the new big celebrity? A big new film franchise about the Ravager 6 was being made? Viktor felt his eyes glaze over. Slop. Slop for the masses. But Viktor grit his teeth together and continued to scroll before a familiar voice was heard over the speakers and everyone in the room seemed to quiet down.A voice he knew too well."Citizens of America and of Earth. The news of what happened at S-PRISON 22 is devastating. Not just for the families of those who served on the island but for all those who believe in the firm hand of justice to keep us safe at night."Viktor lifted his head slightly to look upon the man on TV...and the woman standing beside him as he spoke. A comforting hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. Silver eyes narrowed on her. Maybe he'd been focused on the wrong target this entire time."Rest assured the single escaped inmate, the man known as Viktor Gallant and widely known simply as the Super Villain 'Destroyer', will be captured. This isn't the first time he's escaped. I've captured him every single time. I'm working directly with the Department of Defence, the Department of Superhero Affairs and many other global organizations around the world to track this man down and put an end to his destructive force once and for all. For Peace. For Unity. For Freedom."The video feed was switched back but Viktor continued to focus on the space where the woman had been. The girlfriend he'd heard about. With the phone out again, just typing in Dr Freedom G- gave Viktor mountains of information on the woman. Lily Hamilton. Lawyer. Natural Blonde. Old money family. Younger than the dear doctor. Not married and already living together.But where was together?Typing in Dr Freedom H- again gave Viktor all the information he needed. Who needed a spy network when social media gave it all away for free? House layout, tour videos, people debating the security systems, means of defence, YouTube videos on simulations for assaulting the mansion, the labs beneath it where Dr Freedom did his work...it seemed Viktor had quite the trip ahead of him.First he needed to draw the Dr away, get his focus out of the home."Attention everyone!" Viktor suddenly called out to the bar, raising his lukewarm beer high."Cheers to Dr Freedom, for keeping us safe and free, am I right?!"And so everyone cheered.Right before the screams. A few days later and all everyone would talk about was the disaster at S-Prison 22, even after their little tour into the city for 'reassurance' protocols.Lily wasn't an emotionless robot who didn't care a fig for the workers there, or the units deployed from the local PD and eventually army who tried to assess the situation - most of whom fell in actions if they could even find body parts to trace back to them by now. It was all a grim, grisly business that the news liked to keep gently tucked away in a corner like that old dusty box filled with mementos in your old bedroom back home. Part of the bigger picture. But no one wanted to see those awkward tween photos with braces or laugh about that time you pissed the bed at your first sleepover.Just like the government wanted to keep their supes tidied up in a pretty bow with just enough flashy action to keep them busy, away from home soil, to always look like they were there for everyone's betterment. Truly a part of Lily believed that still even if she felt unnerved by it all, knowing what went on behind closed doors. If anyone could capitalize on superheroes it was America.("No, I'm just thinking of staying in tonight. Yeah. I saw the news."The voice of an older woman crooned in her ear. A decidedly upper class Nor'eastern accent lilted against her senses with familiarity. A decidedly different, male voice harking from across the Pond made her scoff playfully."Tell dad I'm safe, okay? Really. John has everything under control." Sort of a little white lie. What he was up to was never the top of her to-know list and he certainly wouldn't give her a taste of details regarding any of his missions despite how closely they worked with the press. "Love you, too. Talk soon."Her phone slid down to her side, half loose threatening to drop onto the carpet. She shook her blonde head and sighed. The more brightly dyed platinum-gold strands offset her darker blonde roots, all shimmering like silk under the bulbs of the chandelier in the living room. Her shoulder nudged up against the window overlooking the city. Stuck inside a gilded cage that overlooked the richest suburb in the city, it offered a clear view out into the city where life was blinking neon and white in front of her, or the ocean beyond. Despite all the wanton destruction that went into the work of supposed heroes, life just kept chugging along around the chaos.Her brow cinched up into a little furrow at the thought and she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective dark glass. Lily sucked her teeth quietly in a reprimand at herself. What would her assistant say if they were out and she did that? Wrinkles. She'd never hear the end of it.Lily took a sip almost angrily from the bubbly rosé in the wine glass she clutched with her other hand. She tossed her phone over onto the nearby couch that was large enough to seat seven comfortably while she continued to window watch out of boredom. There had been plans to go out for a night out or drinks with the girls, anything to get some fresh air, hence the half-cocked leather jacket she still hadn't completely done away with. But Lily had been gently dissuaded from having a social life without John around. And he was rarely around.She was starting to itch and not simply for the nightlife she watched blazing past her to ignite the flames of jealousy. Other wants left untended to were making her think about popping back onto her laptop that evening and pulling up a secure incognito tab with a VPN and a whole slew of other security measures she had to bribe the IT guy for. All for a hit of something kind of like intimacy. You always went for the power first.It wasn't such an uncommon occurrence anymore. Even amidst superhero fights, government infrastructure costs were being passed along to private companies who were in need of higher and higher profits while skimping on quality of work. It might be argued that the larger area of the city, including the richest part of the city, shouldn't be affected but what mattered was everyone being effected. Everyone calling in, flooding the feeds and complaining. Dr Freedom was too busy taking samples and studying what had happened in that sports bar to be around here.Because that's where his true calling was. Helping the people. Going towards the threat. But that meant living what he cared about behind, the woman he loved.Well she wouldn't be thinking about Dr Freedom for much longer.Viktor watched as some of the houses continued to glow amidst the outage. The stations he'd destroyed, lines he'd cut, all at random would make for complicated work for the power company. Chaos wasn't usually a factor in these situations. There was meant to be an order, chain of command, which was why Viktor had killed the man in charge of that. Now at least three subordinates would be put in charge, all contradicting each other while the work crews went out at random.But of course, dear Dr Freedom would have ensured his place had backups. The blueprints for his place were strange as they put more emphasis on protecting the basement labs instead of the upstairs. But Viktor simply assumed that meant Dr Freedom usually was around as the means of protection. There would be guards watching the place, of course, but they would be easily taken care of upon his arrival. Basic DoD thugs. Equipped to fight lower level villains. Had no one even dared to think Viktor would show up here? Or did they assume since Dr Freedom had made the designs himself, that the backup systems would assumed to be working and that Lily Hamilton would be safe.Being the greatest superhero in the world afforded Dr Freedom that luxury. Now it would be the undoing of his poor Lily.With the neighbourhood in darkness and the guards dead, Viktor approached the home, eyeing the upper floor. Lights remained on, indicating the backup system to the house was still active. The backup generator wasn't hard to find though, his heat vision making short work of the underground generator, as the house plunged into the same darkness as everywhere else. The labs would keep running though. They were the one place Viktor suspected would alert Dr Freedom. And from the movement he'd seen beforehand, Lily was already upstairs.So he'd best cut off any possible escape.Bursting through the main floor window, Viktor made no effort to silence his arrival, looking up towards the second floor with his heat vision as he approached the stairs, making certain that the combat boots he wore echoed throughout the otherwise quiet house."Lily Hamilton."Viktor's dark tones crawled through the silence of the house, vibrating across every surface as he walked slowly up the stairs. Step. By. Step."You've heard of me, I'm sure. From your dear boyfriend..."Step.By.Step."...but don't you worry, I'm here to help you forget all about him."Step.By.Step."Run. Hide. Fight. Whatever makes this hunt more exciting for you, Lily."Step.By.Step."I promise to only hurt you as much as you beg me too." "What the...?"Lily spotted the first light sputtering in a distant luxurious home across the hilltop. Then she saw another one out of her periphery. Little black spots started to accumulate quickly in her vision like she was about to faint but it was only the power grid failing. She withdrew a deeply annoyed sigh through her nose to think that some rich man's son had taken a joy ride that made a wrong turn into a power box, or worse, crumpled into a pole close to the power station. The random flickering of lights wasn't at all characteristic of a real black out but... she wondered if it was easily explained away by the builder having those houses on the same generator. She had no idea it was happening elsewhere as a distraction. Nor did she hear the assault on the guards outside.The only difference, thankfully, was that John had them on their own backup generator to ensure everything still ran smoothly in his absence. She didn't venture into his meticulous, sterile man-cave of a lab in the basement but she knew it was there. He cared more about running those lines than making sure the ground floor and beyond were habitable beyond a few days. Which, she figured, was easy enough of a choice for a near indestructible man.Bored and disgruntled in mixed parts that warred for some way to vent, Lily pulled away from the window. She admired the few stars now visible thanks to being less drowned in light pollution but it simply wasn't the same as real freedom. An expedited shrug of her smooth, lean shoulders saw her leather jacket fall back down her forearms 'til she could catch it in one hand and laid it across the couch. Next she picked up her once discarded phone to check that she still had full bars.For now.She was about to fire off a quick text to one of her friends, Madison, who she originally tried to make plans with. Except she found a message from Maddy first:Lights out here, babe. Not going out any more :(Lily hovered her perfectly manicured French tips above the screen in mild shock at the excellent timing, combined with how shitty all this was. The explosion turned sinking island, the breakout... It was all very chaotic and dramatic. John practically had her under house arrest except for must-have speeches where shehadto be seen with him.A diamond topped middle nail readied itself to message Maddy back. Though her train of thought was cut short when the lights went out."Shit!" Lily hissed. Initially, she wasn't afraid at all, merely inconvenienced. Now she couldn't even salvage an enjoyable night at home?Lingering for only a few more seconds by the couch in the upstairs living room, Lily turned abruptly, phone clutched, standing now in only a pair of soft black panties and a thin tank top sans a bra that caught the sway of her pert breasts. The outfit didn't leave much to the imagination when the swell of her lightly tanned skin was kissed in the moonlight under the massive arched window. She sauntered around the floor through the living room where bare feet didn't make a sound on the tile. Then she walked with a speedy gait up the stairs to the bedroom.She rolled her head back with a loud groan at the thought of calling John about the blackout before erroneously thinking better of bothering him. At least, it always came across that way--No sooner had she approached the bedroom door did a booming shatter erupt below. It definitely came from the front. The hard thud of boots echoing down the empty hall quickly filled in the gap where silence had once been, causing her heart to skip a beat. Then hisvoice.Before she got together with John, she remembered news reels about the Destroyer. Wild hair. The smirk vying between impish and fucking dead-pan. Taking him down was a big tilt in Lily's decision to apply when the position for girlfriend was pitched around high society circles quietly - she saw it as a big win, a show of Dr. Freedom's strength and dedication to the people. Mostly, at the time, she was just blinded by that brilliant smile and his perfect hair. Now she was stuck in his fucking mansion-turned-prison with the man who most wanted him dead!Mocking word preceded each step like he practised this whole thing. He was getting clear of the main hall."No! No, no, no.." Lily whispered, frantic and on high alert. She raced off into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her, uncaring if it was loud enough to tip off her location. In her panic she almost dropped her cell phone but managed to keep it in hand between shakily locking the master bedroom's french doors shut. Would that even stop the Destroyer? Lily wasn't exactly thinking of that. Instead, she hurried over to the balcony door and stared outside, pausing to weigh whether or not she could jump down to the backyard or...Her hands trembled so hard she barely managed to open the message screen to text John. A couple erratic letters started to write out,HThe footsteps just got louder. The booming was practically in her head. Combined with Destroyer's taunts, it caused a maddening rush of adrenaline.ELily cast one more glance towards the bedroom doors before she came to the realization that she likely couldn't escape. Was she going to die there, then, all burnt up or torn to shreds like the others on the island? Or at the bar? Mortality sank its icy fingers down her spine, her heart raced and pumped hard in her chest as she backed herself up against the wall like a feral cat wanting to lash out in fear, even as she tried to finish her message.L Fear.No matter where he went, who he killed, it was always the same. Sweet and intoxicating to the senses. And to think Viktor had been granted this incredible sense and unstoppable purpose, only for those in power to deny him what he was, to claim it was wrong. Spoken like sheep settled in their ways. They simply disliked Vitkor because he killed the wrong people. And instead of adapting they locked him away because they couldn't figure out a way to effectively kill him. They'd had all the time in the world, yet the world was just as he'd left it."Lily"His heat vision could see where she was, lazily eyeing the sets of doors that would only momentarily stop him from reaching her. But he wanted to give that to her before he made his move, that sliver of hope, that salvation might still save her, that he was just far enough away to finish whatever she was doing on her phone. And then he moved towards her, the bedroom and master bedroom doors shattering on impact, as the phone was snatched from her trembling hands, tossed aside, before being pinned to the window in the same movement.The space of time from the stairway to pinning Lily had been less than a second, his silver eyes glowing in the darkness as Viktor slowly lifted his newest victim upwards by the grip he had on her neck."Was that for your boyfriend? Don't worry about him anymore Lily. He's not your focus for tonight." Viktor explained as he slowly lowered her back down, loosening his grip on her neck, but the strength was there that even if she should fight it, he would not budge. "Your guards are dead. The city is in chaos from various outages. The power to the lab downstairs is still active so your loving boyfriend Dr Freedom won't be coming to the rescue." His silver eyes continued to bore into her, a smirk on his rugged features "We have all the time in the world to get to know each other."His gaze dipped downwards, blatant in his gaze admiring her body and form. "You are quiet beautiful, Lily. I wondered if they did touch-ups to you for the TV but no...no, you are stunning." The tone of lust and want were clear in the darkened room now, with only the moonlight shining in and Viktor's eyes glowing in the dark to provide much more light.Viktor's free hand brushed aside her blonde locks before tracing downwards to her chest. The fabric of her tank top stood no chance, the harsh ripping of the top leaving Lily topless, his hand going to her now bare chest. His touch was rough but far from crude. Fingers traced across her nipples and massaged her naked breasts. He didn't say anything to her, eyes on her as his hand moved lower then, sliding beneath the black panties to feel between her legs, strong fingers finding those delicate folds as he began to stroke her, feel her body react."Foreplay is so important, don't you think Lily?"His index finger slipped inside her, rubbing her directly as the large man continued to dominate her body, squeezing her neck just enough to keep her under control. He'd imagined those moment the entire time he was tracking her down, making these plans...and now that he was here...The hand on her neck shifted, tangling into those blonde locks and pulling them back as Viktor leaned in to roughly claim her mouth as his fingers continued to work her heat, growling against her mouth as his tongue thrust between her lips to steal that taste of hers. Each syllable of her name sent startling chills up her spine. His baritone was ruthless as it practically chanted her name, mocking the petite blonde who was home alone in a big house built on the success of his arch enemy - herboyfriend. Lily's nostrils flared in response to taking one more great lungful of air quietly into her body the same way a man about to submerge into the icy depths of an unforgiving lake might resign themselves over to their fate. What chance did she stand against a man who was literally strong enough to break her in two or melt her into ash faster than she could see him coming?A low swallow glided down her long, swan-like neck while she remained backed up near the balcony doors towards an equally grim fate unless she could stick the landing. For her athleticism (partly her own desire to remain fit and an unhealthy push from the PR team to keep herself 'relevant'), Lily wasn't sure she could pull it off.That only left her there, with him. A Destroyer like his namesake.She heard the doors shatter, sending a catapult of splintered enamelled wood careening into the room with the force of bullets so it left jagged marks across the drywall. Far enough back as she was in the opulently large room meant Lily was unscathed - though not for more than a split second. His strong hand was already around her neck and her once full hands vacant with a cool breeze where she once clutched her phone. She tried to cry out, to swear at him, but only a choking breath wheezed past her agape pink lips under the pressure of his grip.Lily stared into his face, his eyes, like gleaming silver to cut through the dark and glinting in the moonlight.Though it was in vain her free hands came up to beat against his tense forearm of corded steel."He--" She could hardly whisper the words in her mind. It was probably effortless to hold her up there with her legs dangling off the ground and pinned against the wall. Such a macabre thought as she gasped in a futile attempt to breathe properly, while scratching and beating against his arms and wrists to try and pry that vice grip open with her weak trembling hands in comparison. All she had to show for it was a burning tickle of tears in her glassy wide eyes from mounting pressure."Smug..." Lily gasped out the word when he lowered her back down but still didn't release her after those painful seconds, "bastard." She tried to grumble out more venom but mostly managed to turn her head only a little to avoid his hateful gaze, followed by averting her eyes from his rugged features.Her top stood no chance. Just like her phone it was torn away and discarded, this time causing her pert breasts to jostle from the sheer strength and speed of the abrupt removal. Lily's petal pink nipples were hard immediately from the cool air blown into the room. Her brow cinched in anger and fear and like the little feral cat she was, she writhed under his sudden touch. She probably would've hissed if her sore throat could allow it but either way she rallied against his strength out of sheer stubbornness and grunted aloud with disapproval when his touched her. If looks could kill he'd be dead a hundred times over.Even if she couldn't reasonable get away she ought to at least try. To put up a fight. It wasn't like Lily to merely lay down and take anything.He's deranged, she told herself,a fucking monster.Then his hand dropped from the attentive caress on her chest to between her legs. A noticeable warmth beneath her thin black panties surged against his touch and Lily's thighs tensed. Her hips bucked and squirmed in hopes of dislodging him. All as her hands were still going for his arms to push him away despite the steady hold around her neck keeping her pinned. A more frantic sound slipped out of her mouth like a breathless gasp when his exploratory finger plunged into her heat, and although she tried to fight him every step of the way, to clamp her leg shut, to buck him off, she was decidedly wet.Their erratic movements made her platinum and gold hair messily splay around her shoulders from its loose bun, and a few stray locks fell across the side of her face as she thrashed. When he loosened his hold to claim Lily's hair instead, she had enough time to drawn in a breath that made the lean muscles of her neck firm up. Lily's curt jaw and plush lips opened:"Fuck y--" It was a hissed insult, immediately interrupted by the Destroyer's mouth planted hard and hungry on hers. Without the ability to move her head, her lips had nowhere to go but press onto his halfheartedly and make way for his tongue. She was a fighter. So unlike her heroic boyfriend.He felt every hit and scratch she made on him, but none of them had an effect. But she was trying. So unlike others he'd ended, hero and villain alike. Not many would put up a fight when faced with a force like him. It was in the title they'd given him after all. Destroyer. Dramatic. Impactful. Viktor agreed with the name, its what he was in the end. And Lily seemed to agree with it, in how she somehow managed to continue cursing and fighting against him. Was this why Dr Freedom had picked her over all the other options?Even in his kiss she fought. Viktor couldn't help but smile at that, withdrawing his lips and tongue from her mouth while remaining close to her, silver eyes seeming brighter within the darkness. "You're right. I am smug. A bastard." He purred the words to her as his knowing fingers continued to caress the heat between her legs, encouraged by the wet sensation that teased his fingers. That silver watched her expression, studied her, as Viktor watched for when he caressed and massaged those oh so sensitive nerves between her folds. The kind that even a furious woman couldn't hide."Funny. You have such a fighting spirit to you. So direct. Furious." Viktor whispered, the hold tight on her hair, speaking through any of her continued feral strikes or attacks. "When he captured me...did he tell you about it? It doesn't matter. The point is that he was so methodical about it. So indirect. A real doctor's way of dealing with an unstoppable problem. Perhaps opposites really do attract."His fingers teased against her clit, 'come hither' strokes between her legs that cared little for how tightly she squeezed to keep him out. He wanted hot and wet for him. Readied for what was coming next."You don't have to be scared Lily. I'm not going to kill you." Destroyer promised her with sincerity, that silver gaze dipping down to observe her naked body again. He simply had to admire her. Anyone else and she might have stood a chance at defending herself.But not him."I'm just here to claim you."The panties were ripped away next and then she was tossed onto the bed. The plaid shirt and belt were quickly undone as well, leaving Viktor standing shirtless for a moment before he was atop of Lily before she might have had a chance to escape. His hands held her wrists pinned down, but his weight was adjusted carefully enough so that while it was forceful, it wouldn't be painful for her.He leaned down into her, as if about to go in for another kiss, but instead shifted, lips on her neck as the man playfully bit and nibbled along her flawless neck. Just enough careful force for those electric moments of pain and pleasure, moving slowly, sensually up along the slender curve of her neck, reaching her earlobe to playfully bite on it, whispering to her."My name is Viktor, by the way. For when you need something to scream."Lily's arms were adjusted, forced together above her head so that one hand could forcibly hold them both down. The silver eyes looked down at her splayed on the sheets as the jeans were undone next, the sound of the zipper being undone proceeded with the shifting movement of the fight denim being removed and kicked away, along with his boxers, and for his heavy cock to spring forth and smack downward against her thigh.Darkness continued to blanket them with just the tease of moonlight highlighting a few of their features. Viktor's muscular form was teased above her as he leaned in closer. There were distant sirens but they were so far off there was little chance of them coming this way."I hope your bed is sturdy enough. I might be rougher than your boyfriend." He growled as his free hand once again pressed between her thighs, seeking her once again, those knowing fingers sensually stroking while manoeuvring himself closer between her legs."Or you can beg, if you want. But I don't think you're one to beg, are you Lily? You're going to keep cursing me until I take you." Her brow knit as Destroyer talked about John and for a split second all she could think of how obsessed he must be with John - Dr. Freedom, the fantastic fucking American dream personified - and how badly he must have been beaten to keep that image so vivid in his mind. Even now with Dr. Freedom's assumed girlfriend at his disposal he simply couldn't pass up the need to talk about his nemesis. Admittedly, that was a spark of Lily's cutting inductive mind from years of post-grad law school simmering to the surface.She groaned when his hand tightened on the makeshift ponytail of blonde hair he scooped up to direct her face to his."I'm not afraid," hissed Lily through her clenched teeth.But Lily's thighs were trembling. It was a mixture of force being applied against the Destroyer's unrelenting hand probing between her svelte legs, and partly because she was scared. Scared of this fucking death machine towering over her roughly toying with her pussy that was only growing more wet by the second. Scared of the fact that this was the closest thing to intimacy she had with another human being in... like, a year?Just as it was with her thin tank top, her panties tore away faster than her mundane brain could process. A whip of fabric and the consequential tear barely traced through her optic nerves before Lily was surrendered to the bed like she weighed nothing. Without his hold on her for a few seconds her mouth opened like she was about to scream, swear, whatever. Yet she only let out more of those feral growls and grunts once his weight pressed into the bed to straddle her body. Her arms were pinned up over her head leaving her chest projected out. Tanned, glowing curves of her breasts jostled from the impact of their movement on the bed and how she was positioned to push them forward without trying. Lean lines went taut on her abdomen coursing all the way down to her naked sex, topped with a neatly manicured dark blonde landing strip above her glistening slit.She struggled under him when he kissed and nibbled at her, letting out a gasp caught between disgust and surprise. It only made her pert pink nipples graze against his chest more in a futile attempt to get free.She was panting by now though and glowered up at him as he whispered his name, imagining this to be some kind of twisted foreplay. "You're full of yours--" Her words cut off when that thick, hard cock sprang free from his pants. His member slapped her thigh with an audible clap of bare skin on skin and whatever insult Lily had been cooking up died on her lips in a meek inaudible sound.She was scared and angry but also a little bit... excited? Refusing to admit that to herself, Lily bucked her hips up again in time for his fingers to seek her heat. She was so wet that he could practically glide in and it was involuntary for her to stop thrashing just long enough to turn wide-eyed. After her year-long dry spell she almost forgot what it felt like to be wanted, wayward and sick as this was. There would be no doubt that even if her mind was resisting her body wanted it because those slick, velvety walls clamped down on his fingers needfully in that brief trance."Fuck. Off!" Lily said abruptly, hardly the quiet and reserved wallflower for him to ply his attentions to. Even if she had no way of overpowering him she was going to make sure it wasn't easy. Not out of any misplaced loyalty to John. No. Just for her own sake... “You know, I’ve killed a wide range of people.” Viktor whispered to Lily as though this were a sensual tease between lovers. A darkness that had nothing to do with a lack of light in the bedroom and everything to do with the character of the man pinning her down. He spoke of his kills the way a normal person might talk about a difficult recipe they’d made or a career accomplishment, devoid of any feeling for anyone that had come across his path. “Men. Women. Young. Old. Heroes. Villains. Many of them just like you, so certain in their defiance before my hand went to their throat...and then they crumbled. Begged. Pleaded. But you’re full of fire aren’t you?”The muscles of his body were coiled up and primed to go, a hunter ready to spring into action and take down their prey. The tension was high as Lily continued her futile efforts as Viktor slowly withdrew his fingers from her, now coated with her arousal, readied to truly take her now. The sirens of before had died down into nothingness, leaving them to the oppressive silence the Destroyer had brought with him as he brushed his lips against hers once more, teasing, mocking, those silver eyes in the dark taking her in as his body slowly arched, enough to slide his girth along her tempting heat.“I hope you don’tbreak.”It was her only warning before the force of his hands upon her body was truly felt, that inhuman strength put to use even though it wasn’t needed. His mouth was on hers in a feral bite of a kiss, silencing any possibility of noise as Viktor made his first thrust inside her. His thick tip penetrated her, feeling those inviting, tight walls surrounding him as he slowly worked her body. Inch by inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate his size, Viktor put his superhuman senses to work to get a feel for what Lily’s body told him without her words.What felt good.And what feltvery good.How to maneuver himself to stroke those pleasurable nodes of nerves inside her, how much force to use to work himself deeper inside her, claim every possible inch of her body and assert that dominate claim of conqueror. The same principles he put to work when fighting an opponent Viktor used as learned Lily’s body, until he finally reached the depths of her, completely filling her and taking a moment to relish the feel of his heavy balls pressed against her, stilling for a moment to take in that feeling of being filled to the hilt.And then hefucked her.It was a surge of strength between her hips, putting the learned knowledge of her body to work as Viktor ravished her like an animal, the bed squeaking and creaking in protest at the sudden shift in tone, his cock impaling her with demanding force. Silver eyes seemed to brighten above her as his mouth allowed her breath, lingering just above her lips, hands freeing her trapped wrists, giving her the freedom to fight, scream, whatever she wanted. He wanted it all. To watch and feel her fight, to see if she’d become like the rest and turn into a crying, begging mess.A part of him hoped not. That he wanted her to be different.His mouth went to her neck instead, hand back in her hair to roughly tug her head to the side to expose more of her flawless skin to him as the barbaric fucking continued, a prize being claimed, an alpha seeking to breed. He was all of those things at once to her, taking his pleasure and gifting it back to her, showing her what sharing a bed with a true villain, a truelover, was supposed to feel like. A whisper against her throat as his teeth marked her skin was gifted to her, slithering to her ear over the sounds of their bodies and protesting mattress and frame of the bed."You're my girl now." For all the fire Lily could muster from her lips to throttle Viktor with, it was all dashed to pieces when he pulled his fingers out of her. The obvious hint of her arousal swam headily in the air between their bare bodies - her legs ceased thrashing, too - and the glistening slickness of her velvet centre was laid out in plain sight. Lily licked her lips in a quick thrust of her pink tongue that nearly put their mouths close enough to kiss again. One could almost certainly take it for a nervous tick. The very first time she let it show since he murdered his way inside her house to end up pinning the hellion to the bed.Lily opened her mouth to wind up another venomous retort while Viktor loomed over her, gliding his cock head against the flush of her lips. She was never this angry. She was always so witty and charming and --And then she did something fuck stupid.She moaned.The blonde's head tipped back with golden silk strewn around her shoulders having come loose from the low bun she tied up. The meagre black string couldn't stand against the velocity of Viktor tossing her around as he had so she ended up with a pale mess gathered around her head. A halo for an angel quickly shedding the feathers in her wings."Fuck.." She seethed through her teeth when he pushed each inch inside of her. His mouth claimed hers immediately thereafter. A year of not so much as a sensual look her way meant there wasn't much she could put up in the form of resistance against his absolutely raw lust. Her fists held aloft clenched visibly going a shade paler. Her body reflexively thrust upwards against his and she could feel where the cultivated musculature dove into his hips, how his powerful thrust filled her and would most definitely leave bruises on her inner thighs. She felt her nails sink in to create angry red crescents in the flesh of her palms but it wasn't pain that made her gasp.His grasp let up on her wrists allowing Lily to drop her arms from their poised spot above her head. The arch of her back that had been putting her breasts on display like a trophy for him to gorge himself on subsequently lowered. Those clenched hands released, shaking, only to wind up and grab Viktor hard as she dug into his biceps. It was like some animal had been let loose. A seeking hand used his shift of attention on her neck to then grab onto his hair and she tangled her fingers in his tidied black strands before taking in a fistful.Lily squirmed against the heated kisses on her neck. Her whimpered moans became more husky and desirous to match the wild eyed blonde they belonged to. She only grabbed his hair harder when he branded his claim into her skin with whispers that she could hear louder than the suffering of the bed frame he pounded her into."You'd like that--" Lily breathed out against another moan, "wouldn't you?" If he thought she was going to cow into a mewling fuck toy, he was very wrong. Dr. Freedom's lack of intimate attention didn't render her into a doe-eyed desperate waif (at least not the waif part, because her body was fuckingdesperatefor more). Her heavy half-lidded eyes fluttered and she suddenly found more autonomy."Flip me over" demanded Lily through another throaty moan. The moment was unfolding differently than Viktor had anticipated.Something about her movements, the feel of her body, it was as if Dr Freedom’s girlfriend had been...starved of affection. There was just something about her body, her attitude, the room itself, it nibbled in the back of his mind. Not quite doubt, but that there was a bigger picture going on. How the house had been setup, security more focused on the lab than the woman, how alarms wouldn’t even trigger so long as the lab was safe.But those thoughts were dismissed at the moan that escaped Lily’s lips. It wasn’t the kind that required his super hearing to hear either, it was a full moan of pleasure as the villain fucked her. The kind to stoke a man’s ego because it came from a place of pure pleasure, not like the fake sounds pornstars made on video. This was real. And it only encouraged Viktor to bring her more.Lily looked beautiful pressed against the bed with her perfect blonde hair splayed beneath her, the reminder of why Dr Freedom had chosen her. Lily’s beauty truly was unmatched, even among the top heroines done up with photoshop for the posters and advertisements. They didn’t need to touch up anything.And the way she clenched at him, with nails and fire, his words of not breaking beneath him answered so assuredly, Viktor couldn’t help but grin. Her warmth and tightness so inviting, seeking more of him, clenching at his length, greedy and lustful even if Lily herself looked insistent to resist admitting it.Though it seemed she could only hold back so much before more moans broke through those pretty lips. And there was no denying their tone, the heat and primal need beneath it all. Lily could deny it after, but between the two of them, this is what she’d actually been needing and wanting.A super villain to fuck her. Claim her. Dominate her.This forbidden match, her boyfriend’s worst enemy bringing her this euphoria, it added to Viktor’s own fire. Her feeble words of resistance were nothing, easily ignored, but her request was a surprise.With him still buried deep inside her, Viktor slowly rose up, even in the darkness his sheer size and masculine presence filled the air with that aura of pure power. Power that was not gained from money or politics, but that sheer alpha physicality to conquer all that lay before him.“Since you asked so nicely...”The dark sensuality slithered through the night as Viktor slowly withdrew himself from her wet warmth. Slowly and deliberately, forcing Lily to feel the removal of every inch and the emptiness that came with it, lingering with just the tip to massage against her clit, before that final withdrawal had her empty of him.She was turned over in an instant, that same demanding, domineering strength put to use as Viktor moved in behind her, hands at her hips, tugging Lily back to feel his full length wedged against the curves of her rear, that intimidating size rubbing against her. A hand found her blonde hair and arched her backwards, Viktor’s other hand moving to her chest, filling his large palm with one of her breast, massaging and groping at the sensitive flesh as his mouth found her neck again, kissing and biting his way up the gentle curve to her ear.“Any other demands?” The purred whisper teased at her senses as Viktor leaned over her, a thumb teasing over her erect nipples, hungry for every pleasured offering her body had for him. His hips arched back, continuing to grind along her sex and between her cheeks, that sensual heat demanding the return of his length inside her.“Or should I get back to fucking you? You’re so close to cumming Lily...” Holy shit, what was she doing?Lily would have had a better head on her shoulders about the whole situation - a bad PR rap, the literal murders on the property, and cheating on her daytime boyfriend - but she was far too distracted. There was some sort of innate animal response that ticked up to eleven when she was presented with the primal fuck that only Viktor could offer. When was the last time she'd been fucked like this, let alone touched? God, it made her head swim a her body was used for a rough rut they both clearly needed.Now, the blondes protests were all but gone, although the fire in her spicy veins hadn't been quelled by far. The way he growled words into her ear made another involuntary groan escape her lips to match the perfect stride of his strong thrusts filling her up. It hit every single sense. She could even taste the musk in the air; the sex that was so unabashedly unfolding on the bed of the world's most beloved supehero.His slow withdrawal elicited another whimper from her throat to bubble up past Lily's flushed lips. Each inch pressed along her heat making her toes curl in absolute delight, barring the sudden emptiness and chill that accompanied having to comply to her demands. Still, Lily appreciated how Viktor made quick work of turning her over. Now she didn't have to look at him. In the seconds leading up to that order tearing from her lips she figured it was the right thing to do, the best thing she could, to dissociate from her guilty pleasure. Instead it was just getting her more excited. But she couldn't have him hold that over her."Ah!" Lily let out a small cry (excitement perhaps?) when his fingers knotted into her silky blonde hair and forced her head towards him. Her back arched in a feline silhouette of lust. The feeling of his hard cock slapping against the cleft of her perfectly pert ass made her jolt too with a quiet "Fuck..." that droned out before she could pull it back in. The hot tip of his cock teased her clit and made her legs tremble. She wasn't shy about grinding her hips to roll her ass along the thick length of his cock when he pressed it against her, teasing her even more and being fully aware of it. He would no doubt feel the quick pitter-patter of her rapid pulse in her neck as he claimed her skin with those lovebites and kisses that were oddly sensual for such a rough fuck - and she couldn't get enough. The mixture of desire and anger in his treatment was bar none."Yeah--" the feisty woman breathed out at his behest, glaring forward and up as the welling tension grew in her core from her wanting pussy. Her thighs parted just enough she could grind against him more wantonly, demanding despite being on the losing side of whatever this was. At least, it was a matter of perspective. "You talk to-oo much. Fuck me. Hard-er." Her words were hiccuped by little thrilling draws of breath while he swirling her clit and teased her wet slit. She was going tofuck him back.Lily grasped at his hand toying with her erect rosebud nipples and surged her fingers through his, purely to drag his hand downward between her legs. This time she could get a word in edgewise without too much difficulty."And don't ever, ever tell me what to do," hissed his mark.Although that didn't change the fact Viktor was right. She was so close, so pent up. Lily was ready to fucking explode as soon as he pried her walls apart again. “You talk to your PR manager with that mouth?”No wonder most of the videos he’d found of Lily and her supposed boyfriend were of her standing and smiling, kissing his cheek or giving a brief five second sound clip. There was a fire to her that seemed to be unfolding before Viktor’s eyes, a transformation he wanted more of, with Lily turning from the demure, perfect housewife on TV to a woman with some passion and bite, someone who’d been needing, wanting something like this to happen to her, whether she wished to admit it or not.But now it was happening, her face pressed to the bedding, mounted by a supervillian, and a real one at that. No staged attack, no fake drama, which only made the fucking better for them both. This was forbidden, a dark secret, a fantasy made real between two people that shouldn’t have anything to do with each other. Not like this. Viktor should have been in and out, a quick, vicious assault and then gone. This was a risk to them both, which is was made it so worth it, so fucking worth it.“Oh, I won’t tell you what to do Lily...” Viktor promised her, his voice more beast than person, a warning of what was about to happen before the Destroyer gave her a true taste of that strength of his as Lily was fucked into the bed, a few hard slams of his hips into her backside before he slowly the pace enough for her not to be completely physically overwhelmed by him.“...I’ll just take what I want from you.”Her hand guided his downwards, following those unspoken instructions as Viktor and Lily continued their forbidden coupling, making sure she was feeling that lustful fullness of her body on every stroke as he took her words to heart, giving her the violent, rough fucking she desired upon the bed, the heat of their bodies overwhelming the night air. Harder, faster, his desire for her and appreciation felt with every touch, every kiss, every bite. He wanted her, all of her, the purpose of his visit long forgotten and discarded as Viktor kept going and going, feeling both of them coming towards their respective releases.Though Viktor might have been able to hold his own back with a little more of his superhuman stamina and endurance, the two of them climaxing together felt perfect. So with a warning snarl, he ground into her, the brutality and physical domination of her poor body to his looking close to the attack Viktor had initially envisioned this as......only now Lily’s head had been pulled back again, his mouth demanding a deep, wanting kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth, arching her back as his thrusts trembled, that explosive climax coming closer and closer, harder and harder on the bed, a searing heat building inside him as his kiss grew more intense, more demanding, until finally, he felt her body bucking beneath his and Viktor unleashed his own load inside her.Even with all the experience the man had...this was his most intense. The way her body so greedily accepted him, her tight walls clenching at him, the way she pushed back into his hips, that perfect ass nestled into his hips, it was what the animal inside of him had craved. Claiming her, now with his seed pumping her full, that mess of release connecting their bodies.Viktor released her from the kiss, granting Lily air, keeping her pinned as the villain remained still to revel in the shared heat between their bodies.“You know if you hide enough evidence they’ll never know I was here.”The dark whisper slithered into her ear as Viktor loomed over her, temptation as he slowly moved his hips, granting her the feeling of his cock caressing those overloaded nerves of hers “I won’t say anything. No credit taken. The only physical evidence of me being here is leaking down your thighs...sure, some super villain broke in, but you scared them off didn’t you Lily?”Another bite on her shoulder, her neck, his slow back and forth motions massaging her inner walls like the gentle waves of the sea, one hand massaging those thighs of hers, the other drifting along her bare breasts again, her neck, hot breath on her ear.“Not that a woman of your stature would ever be interested but there’s an underground club on the corner of Wilkes and North Street. Knock three times, pause, then two more. You should try it next Saturday. A woman like you will need to get out and dance after such a harrowing experience.”A hand went to her mouth as Viktor suddenly pulled Lily back against him, his strength and hold on her back to absolute steel, eyes glowing brighter in the night, still impaled inside her “Obviously I’m not telling you what to do. As I said, I’d take what I want from you...but...”The hand left her mouth and drifted down her neck, caressing her throat with that gentle touch.“...if you want to go another round where I fuck you until you scream...” The beast was back, that darkness and heat coiling around her body.“...simply nod that pretty head of yours.” Lily let out another warbling moan when Viktor laid his claim on her by slipping back into her sopping heat like his cock was made to be sheathed there. He was rough, hard, the sort of punching thrusts that were bound to ache in the morning in places where the sun usually didn't shine on Lily's otherwise perfectly tanned skin now marred by his frenetic adoration. Her eyes screwed shut and prickled with tears - not out of pain, but there was a bit of that on the cusp of each rough push and pull while he made use of her body. It was something like sweet relief. Finally, releasing all that pent up desire and loneliness in the most twisted way possible made her crumple under him."Ohgod," she whined her praise into the formerly crisp sheets where she would sometimes lay in side by side platonic tolerance with Dr. Freedom when he wasn't pouring over his lab at all hours of the night. She couldn't get enough of feeling his body curl over hers or how he littered ragged kisses and bites along the plane of her neck, blooming the spots into muddy bruises soon enough from the sheer force of his desire. "Yes... yes, fuck me!" Lily cried out at him, part demanding and part pleading while her head swam in lust. He was literally driving her into the bed and mounted her - bred her - like a beast.On TV she was the perfect girlfriend. Blonde (natural, of course), smart (though seldom showcased), supportive and smiling (always). A woman after every heart in the country to make all the men aspire to be Dr. Freedom and all the women clamour to fit her shoes. It was a fucking cult of personality scripted by the biggest purveyors of bullshit she became mired in for the past year. This was the first and only real thing she'd felt since signing her soul away.She bucked her hips back into him with equal vigour for the treatment he gave her as he drove his cock deep into her heat, stroking her hard and building a rapid pressure that was ready to pop off. Lily's hands clenched the bedding ruthlessly. She was all but biting the sheets to stop from crying out even more just so she could relish in hearing the way his body hit hers with that devious wetness from their mutual efforts.Lily felt him twitch and go rigid as the snarl erupted from his lips. It was perfectly in time with the thrumming of her own orgasm that started to peal from her petal mouth. The blonde grabbed hold of Viktor hard keeping his arm firmly knitted around her torso. She pushed back against him slightly and ground her shoulders against his chest... almost as if she was nestling herself into him. Though it was that kiss that sealed the deal. Her tongue lashed against Viktor's in a heady dance and she moaned her orgasm into his mouth, shuddering legs and core finally shedding the months of pent up agony tofeelsomething. Lily was breathless as she rode her ecstasy out into Viktor with greedy clenching walls that massaged his cock, milking him for everything he had.There wasn't an ounce of worry in her mind while he spurted thick rivulets of seed inside of her wanting sex. It was so powerful she could actually feel it - maybe it was a supe thing, mused Lily. Either way she relished it just as much as the fucking itself. Finally their lips could part for breath when the wicked pair settled into a post-coital stillness.Her manicured brow barely arched up out of exhaustion over Viktor's words soon after breaking the silence. Her eye closest to him slid open lazily."Hmm...?" the sound verbalized from her throat to form words. "And where would the fun be in that, Viktor?" Lily teased at his suggestion to keep mum about his visit. As if little ol' Lily would be sufficient to scare off a killer supe... but it would be a PR disaster otherwise. Already her trained mind was spinning up a tale for the press because Dr. Freedom would come home eventually, if not the next morning, and there would be a lot to answer to for all the bodies on the property. Reaching back, Lily entwined her hand with his short raven hair to pull him close again for another kiss. This time she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood in a juxtaposition of his almost tender ministrations rubbing her body and massaging her walls with his cock still firmly rooted."You don't seem like the type of guy who wouldn't want to take credit for this. But--" she exhaled in a low sigh, "I won't say anything about you. I'll figure something out." She damn sure would if it meant she could relax after such a mind blowing session by weaving a convincing story for her would-be boyfriend.Her brow cocked in mild interest at his proposal. Then things got interesting very quickly when his hand clamped over her mouth. Lily's eyes flashed wide for a split second while he spoke, only to slowly relax. She shivered from the way he caressed her throat and held her tight, showing just how much of a deadly animal he could be if he was so inclined.Of course it ended with Lily nodding.After he left, Lily revelled in the dirty little secret she kept close to her bosom, and leaking from between her legs. She scampered off to the bathroom after she regained more stable feeling in her legs to clean herself up. Although she was remiss to not have his cock buried in her still. It left quite the vacancy she wanted to have filled all the time. There was no doubt brimming in her mind that Viktor awoke something in little miss Perfect Hamilton of old money fame and good ol' American values.Her head was a lot clearer after that much needed orgasm which enabled her to clean up in short order. She pulled a silk robe over her torso to cover her nakedness once so proudly displayed for the villain. Lily also went about making the bed and discarding the scrap remains of her night wear. Dr. Freedom may be a man for the people with innate superhuman abilities but he seemed to look over even the most glaring details of his partner, so she had every confidence he wouldn't take note of a missing outfit.Lastly she went down on her hands and knees to find the phone Viktor tossed aside. With the blackout still well underway she had every excuse to not call the cops, and she knew the generators were only in place for the basement so camera feeds had been cut leading to the identity of the violent whirlwind remaining a secret.Lily did the next logical thing and squared up in the bathroom. If there was one thing she actually took away from her now scripted life, it was how to turn things in her favour and play the crowd.Her hands clenched the porcelain rim of the sink. She thought of how much she hated this life. Hated him.The ravished blonde took a breath to steel herself and --BAMShe threw herself at the mirror headlong, turning it into a spiderweb of glistening cracks and granting herself a bit of a cut for her trouble. A groan bared her teeth while judging her handiwork in the now fractured mirror. It looked good enough. Of course the clever girl calculated it would be a minute laceration and would easily sell the scared damsel card whenever Dr. Freedom got home. The hit was painful, sure, but she felt strangely assuaged by the different pain throbbing between her legs that she wanted more of. This way, there would be no holes to poke in her tale.So Lily took a seat on the bathroom floor and did her best to seem shaken. There would be a made up tune sung from her mockingbird lips about a failed attack on Dr. Freedom by some psycho low time villain. It would definitely make the headlines though there were no specific details to draw from if she didn't see the man's face before he fled, clearly distraught over the lack of Dr. Freedom for whatever nefarious plan he envisioned. Any of the attention she got would surely be whisked away with a demure, humble flick of her wrist.Lily needed to let the heat die down before she made a visit to that club. It was fascinating how quickly their interests aligned when it came to seeing each other again. By the time they were finished with each other, her loose connection with Dr Freedom barely even mattered. Lily allowed Viktor to see so much more of herself, putting the pressure on him to not hold back and really show her what he could do to her. Lily had assured him that she'd take care of things, which meant that Viktor would need to make his own appearance elsewhere to sell the story that he hadn't been around. He'd be suspect number one for inspiring terror, so that meant he needed to ensure he was inspiring terror elsewhere.So he went to the news.Station 11 was on of the biggest broadcasters in the country. Number one in the 24/7 news cycle, with one of the largest corporate news anchors in the world broadcasting right now. Kyle Varton was handsome the face for evening news and hot topic issues, with slick answers and a heavy social media following. He made the corporate backers of Station 11 very happy, which made him the perfect target to remind the world why they'd feared Viktor and why so much research had gone into how to kill him. Why they settled on simply locking him away. And now he had another reason he hadn't expected, one that wouldn't have asked for his help but part of him wanted to remind her of the kind of person she'd gotten into bed with...and had a date with at the mysterious little club he'd mentioned.Thankfully Station 11 made it easy to find, branding all across the skyscraper with dozens of live screens displaying what was currently airing. As Viktor had hoped, Kyle was on air with someone from the DoD, talking about the dangers of super terrorism and why more funding was needed for blah blah blah. It was the same talking points Viktor had heard when he was active years before, only he'd been the example used for superhero funding.Now they were talking about terrorism?Oh he'd show them terror.The black shiny metal look of the upper floors had little in the way of protection, likely due to the fact that Station 11 had that corporate funding. Any villain attack would be a corporate owned one and not have the people in any real danger. The Destroyer had been the last big True Villain to pose any real danger. He'd show them why once more, dressed in nothing more than a plain black t-shirt, jeans and combat boots. Heat vision showed him where Kyle and his DoD buddy were currently sitting, surrounded by cameras, crew and security.But Viktor couldn't just break in. He needed an entrance.So he flew to the other side of the building and punched his way in.The sound of metal and glass shattering as he flew in was enough of a warning to the employees as they ran for cover. Landing in the back, Viktor made his way casually through the hall leading to the recording room, just in time to meet with a pair of underpaid security guards who simply dropped their weapons at the sight of him, allowing Viktor to keep on walking. The doors busted open, Viktor grinned as he heard Kyle and the DoD spokesperson shouting."Hello Gentleman."Viktor walked to the news anchor desk, all cameras on him now, cell phones centred on him. Kyle's eyes were bright at the possibilities while the political slob was already on the phone. Viktor snatched that out of the other man's hand and crushed it, taking a seat between the two with a smile."You know who I am, Kyle?""Monster! Security..."Perhaps the man had wanted to feel like a hero, perhaps Viktor had been too calm in entering the station. But a hand was suddenly at the back of Mister DoD, head slammed down into the table. Literally into the table, live on TV, Viktor's hand now stained red as he turned his attention back to the newscaster."I repeat. Do you know who I am?""The Destroyer! Viktor Gallant! Welcome, sir! It's been awhile since I've had a villain aside from the politicians on my show!" Kyle chuckled, clearly feeling confident with himself, in control, even as black armoured security soldiers were training their weapons on Viktor. All sorts of toys, weapons for people like him. Assault rifles just wouldn't cut it, but they had to be careful. Kyle was still there, the golden goose.Viktor decided to help them remove the target.The screams started the moment he moved, as Kyle Varton was killed on live TV. The censors went up to blur exactly what happened before Viktor's hand reached the anchors face and the sudden amount of red that appeared on screen afterwards. All live cameras were cut, recovered cell phone footage was shaky and loud as the soldiers did what they could to subdue Viktor. But it was all meaningless.Even the local heroes had been busy helping with the blackout. A super villain attack from a True Villain wasn't worth it to them.So Viktor got his moment, that predatory smile plastered everywhere after the 'Station 11 Massacre'. It was difficult to tell which story was gaining more traction, the horrific Station 11 attack or 'Americas Girlfriend: Assaulted' as Lily's face was plastered everywhere too. What was important was the two stories being discussed as separate incidents in the news and online. And a fresh debate on the roll of heroes, as Viktor had been awhile to walk in and out of killing a beloved newscaster live, while some other mystery villain had gone to harass poor Lily Hamilton during a power outage.What was the world coming too?Viktor looked forward to finding out.It had been a week later and the world was on edge.People were scared. Frightened. Viktor could smell it everyday he walked around as a normal person. He revelled in the fear he felt on the streets, saw on the faces on the news. Today he was paying special attention, finding a lounge for him to sit in among the regular people as the big exclusive was ready to air. Dressed in a leather jacket and baseball cap, he felt like a regular Clark Kent as he sat at a stool, grabbed a beer and talked with a few of the patrons."So what do you think he'll say?""Dude, I dunno man! Station 11 and his girlfriend on the same night? I can't believe it." One of the guys said, shaking his head, looking up at one of the large TVs "Guy is one of the biggest heroes and the world and couldn't protect either. Mr Varton or Mrs Hamilton.""Oh come on, like either were his fault!" A girl rolled her eyes "DoD and the other heroes are just lame next to him! He can't be everywhere at once, we all saw the footage! That DoD guy he got plastered all over the news room was calling for help when Destroyer was there! And no one went!""Yeah cause Destroyer is unstoppable."The conversation continued as Viktor sipped his cold beer, eyes turning back to the screen as the exclusive started."This is Channel One's Chantel Lindsey, here with Dr Freedom's and Americas Girlfriend, Lily Hamilton, here to describe her new role...Americas Victim. Sadly, Dr Freedom himself couldn't make it here for the interview today...now, Lily, it's great to have you here. What can you tell us about that night? How is it you're able to get out of bed in the morning after such a harrowing experience?"Viktor raised his eyebrows in surprise at the news, murmurs through the bar. No Dr Freedom? The interview had been advertised as being the two of them... To no one's surprise, Dr. Freedom returned home the next morning. Of course something akin to measured chaos erupted at their beautiful house to find the bodies of his well vetted security team strewn about the front - although they were installations from their PR handler, so she never really expected much of them at all besides to look like they were tough men. Against Viktor though? Ragdolls. She truly understood why he was given the villainous moniker of the Destroyer and the antithesis to her on-screen love interest. Who, by the way, didn't seem all that concerned about her compared to the contents of the basement."He didn't get down there," Lily assured him. Her voices sounded more like a protest at how absolutely callous he was for his own 'girlfriend', though it made it so much easier to reconcile what she did with Viktor on their bed hours ago. She managed to get him to take it down a notch by double checking the security system to the basement laboratory: successfully unscathed, unlike the pack of frozen peas she'd wrapped in a towel and clutched to her head.Had she cared enough she may have pouted at John but they both knew it would be a useless tactic. The reporters were already on their way.Three days laterJohn promised to go with her to the interview at Channel 1 news. Their managers and the bloody CEO of the defence company who owned stakes in his genetic material even pressed him to go, but Dr. Freedom was a man who was hard to sway physically or otherwise. Sometimes that moral compass was charged so far to the green that it risked unhinging and coming back around full circle. So she had to go it alone. Not that Lily minded. They coached her on playing the victim as 'America's Girlfriend' while a makeup artist fluttered over with a brush to hide the now settled bruising on the side of her forehead.She was dressed in a plain red number with black pumps and a soft white cropped jacket to hide her sun-kissed shoulders. For all intents and purposes she looked like she was the running candidate for the upcoming party election. In one hand she held a tissue - not disguised entirely - and lay her other free hand in her lap demurely. The spotlight was hot but her makeup was set."Chantel, I'm so appreciative for you having me on Channel One today," she opened in a most honest and sweet way. Then her eyes dipped and the camera panned to a notorious quiver on her chin. "I... honestly it was such a blur! Utterly traumatic. I was just winding down in the living room and... and." Lily shot her eyes upward to the side like she was seeing everything flash behind those orbs brand new and a prickle of tears welled up. "By the time the door broke down I knew it was too late." She pulled out the tactful kleenex to daub at her welling eyes though a single tear didn't even fall. Chantel reached over with an obligatory consolation pat on Lily's leg while the two women shared a sympathetic look."I'm so grateful to be alive and hope the villain is caught, for his own safety and for others!"Turning back to the camera, Chantel squared off with it. "There you have it, America. Horror reigned free on the night of the blackout. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the security guards who were killed so bravely trying to defend our icon." The business behind their sobering conversation soon reared its political head as Chantel shifted in her chair to acquire another camera angle. "We set up a charity fund for Ms. Hamilton and we could really use your support at home! If you text OURVICTIM to 555-4545 we'll donate $1 to women's shelters all across the state! Please, have a heart and give to a good cause. You never know," Chantel's warm eyes flitted to Lily for emphasis, "who could need it." Viktor stared at the screen for a few moments unable to blink. It was all he could do not to laugh. He'd thought that perhaps Dr Freedom wouldn't be on because he was about to appear behind Viktor and take him back into custody, but no...it was because it was all such afarce, that of course the worlds greatest hero wouldn't be there! The worlds greatest hero didn't have a clue that his fake girlfriend had been fucked by the very villain he was hunting, but the world was so wrapped up within its own hero mania that they couldn't see it, or just didn't care to see it.The interview continued with experts coming in to voice theories, discussion of Viktor's attack on the other news station, what the government was doing, what the heroes were doing...turning to look around the bar and see people in deep discussion, nodding along. There was the temptation to go berserk like he had in the bar up north, but death seemed more of a freeing option for them than letting them live. Glancing up again at a slow zoom shot Lily on screen, Viktor finished off his drink. America's Victim.She certainly enjoyed being his victim.Neither had said anything, not even speculation online aside from a few fringe conspiracies that had more to do with Dr Freedom being a secret villain. He could bide his time and wait to see if Lily would appear to their secret date...but why be so passive? The Channel 1 news studio wasn't too far away. A plan began to form, back on his phone, turning on the oh so useful social media and looking at the most recent photo uploads for heroes in the area. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling, the amount of information freely posted without regard for privacy continued to astound the man.And then he found what he was looking for. Just fifteen minutes away...even less by flight...A risk worth taking."And who are you, again?""Scarlet Strike! I was deeply moved by Ms Hamilton's interview and thought to myself, with Dr Freedom not around, she deserves a hero escort until she's safe at home again!"The dark haired woman behind the Chanel 1 news desk scribbled something down and then motioned to the superhero standing in the lobby to step aside. It wasn't a very busy day in the front office and the red and white costumed hero in the mask and cape standing before her looked to be the most interesting thing going on today. A call to corporate confirmed Scarlet Strike's hero ID, not bothering with any of the other usual security checks since the guy literally flew from the sky. Plus, the guy had clearly been active on his social feed all day, even advertising that he'd been moved by Lily's speech and announcing he'd protect her.But that would all depend on whether or not Lily or her PR would even want a heroic escort."Hey Sabrina? This is Janine, front desk, I have a Mister Scarlet Strike offering protection to Ms Hamilton...uhhh...his file lists him as a C class, flight and strength...well I saw him fly in so....yeah...right here...okay...sure, I'll send him up."The secretary hung up the phone, motioning to the elevators past the security guards."Ms Hamilton and her security detail will see you.""Thank you." Viktor smiled beneath the mask, saluting the guards as he walked past and into the private executive elevator."Ms Hamilton. I simply wished to offer my services in protection of you and your men. I mean no disrespect to your team, but your last team was killed by whoever this psycho was...I would offer to simply fly above your team, scouting the area, and making a clean sweep of your home or safe house." Viktor explained beneath the guise of the Scarlet Strike mask, standing before the woman he'd attacked, America's Victim, with her stern looking security people, and PR people."I don't even have to be seen, if that's an issue. I would hate to take away from your spotlight." He added, eyeing the PR people who seemed to be holding the reigns more than Lily, before one of them stepped up with a sickly sweet smile."Well Mr Strike, it seems like your own contract is exclusively with DRJ Ltd, and not at all affiliated with the DoD, so we don't need you scooping out the competition. The offer is very appreciated though, so, if there's nothing else?""There is, actually."Scarlet Strike's costume was simple. A full red, slightly armoured body suit, white cape and white mask. The mask itself was simple, covering most of the face and leaving just the eyes visible. Eyes that stared right Lily.Silver eyes that would undoubtedly be recognized."Where's your hero?"It was Viktor's turn to become sweet, those silver eyes leaving Lily and landing on Mrs PR "I understand Dr Freedom is a busy man working to hunt down Destroyer and the heinous villain who attacked Ms Hamilton here, and yet, all you could muster with DoD backing is the same group of thugs that were massacred outside her place to begin with?" He motioned to Lily, eyes crinkling with a smile."Come now, this is America's Girlfriend we're talking about here. She deserves some protection, doesn't she? What do you think, Ms Hamilton? Do you need a hero?" Post-interview was a tumultuous reel of reporters being denied access to Ms. Hamilton's dressing room. She spent her time occasionally swatting away someone from makeup who insisted she needed a touch up on her forehead because the bruise was peeking through. She resisted thoroughly. Caked layers of makeup weren't her thing, much to the chagrin of the DoD and her PR manager who liked everything to be airbrush perfect. Well, Lily didn't need much and seeing as there was no follow up interview booked that day, she put her foot down.Along with a half dozen random stage hands from Channel One trying to peddle some clout by scurrying to get her something to eat, drink, or nab her car from the secure underground lot, Sabrina had her hands full trying to corral people and get things done as Lily sat back wishing she could be teleported away. Or just... picked up and flown off.. It was wholly boring and she wanted it to be over so she could return to their -his- house.She'd received a message from the crew that the front door repair was nearly complete and should be finished the install by the time she got home in the next forty-five minutes. Lily was glued to her phone as she sat in a cushy chair by the vanity table of her private room. One leg was slung lady-like across her knee bobbing up and down in crisp white heels to the beat of some unknown tune. The interruption by some Scarlet Strike douchebag made her brow perk up only long enough to glean his outfit. There was something about his cadence that prickled the back of her neck but from the cursory glance up Lily couldn't see anything familiar about him.Though, when he insisted so sweetly in that light voice, well, it struck a chord. Lily had to play the victim for the press. She would be hard pressed to act like one beyond the cameras. When she finally put her phone into the pocket of her cropped white jacket and stood up it allowed her to catch that look across from Sabrina.Scarlet Strike?Her mouth pursed slightly in quiet recognition when she gleaned the silver dagger orbs. Lily pressed her velvety lips together like there was some impish camaraderie there.The balls on this guy! Although the blonde couldn't help but feel another twinge of something far more primal and intimate course through her body as she stood back, sharing in their dirty little secret, while 'Scarlet Strike' played the role of gentleman."Hey, Sabrina," she uttered to get her manager's attention. The brunette turned around averting her gaze at Scarlet Strike to hone in on America's Girlfriend, mostly for the hefty subsidy that came with her management. "It's fine, let this guy see me home. John's caught up --" Lily waved her hand vaguely, "saving someone, or something..."Sabrina huffed and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Lils!" a nasally diminutive issued from her mouth. Apparently being in Lily's company because she handled her events meant they were friends. "This has the potential for some huge insurance scandal if things go sideways on your way home, but," Sabrina's exasperated tone showed defeat when she peered toward the charismatic smile of Scarlet Strike. Sabrina chewed the inside of her cheek like she was contemplating snapping back despite Lily not posing her opinion in a rude manner.Lily gestured to the new hero. "Your security vetted him at the front door, right? I don't see why not." Her shoulders shrugged in feigned casual interest.Sabrina rumbled her displeasure at having to break protocol. Although her shoulders relaxed inevitably because she simply couldn't say no to Lily's big ol' baby blues. She pointed towards the red and white clad hero "Here's the deal: I'm checking your socials right now for activity. If you're up to my standards, and only then, I'll DM you the address. Ms. Hamilton's car is going to pull up in a minute. Fly overhead but not too far, and not so close that you'd get into shots. Just keep your eyes out and we'll touch base when we get to the house."Sabrina was quickly scrolling on her phone to ensure the security desk did its job accordingly - which it had, since his feed was full of smile sand crime fighting as early as an hour ago during the interview when it was being broadcast live. Soon enough the little chime of Scarlet Strike's phone came through with a GPS link.Ms. Hamilton was escorted out of her private room and to the nondescript black car - but not without letting a quick glance flick towards her newheroon the way down. Once she was in her car with Sabrina, the driver took off.It was only about a twenty five minute ride from the downtown core to her lavish and exorbitantly wealthy suburb overlooking the bustle of the city. When the car pulled up into the drive Lily got out, greeting the leaving construction workers as they passed. A shiny new door was installed and the veritable massacre on the landscaped lawn had been cleaned up perfectly. Then she did an about-face to Sabrina who was clamouring out of the car. Security vehicles pulled in next."So you've got a nail appointment at--""Sabrina. No."The brunette looked up. Lily gingerly clasped her hands in front of herself and canted her head. "I'm taking a day, okay? Scarlet Strike can stay posted until John gets back. I'd feel way comfortable with him around than guys who go down with a few bullets.""What? Are you serious Lils?" There was that nauseating diminutive again. Sabrina meant well at least.Lily sighed tiredly. "I need some time. It's... it's a lot right now. Have security park around the corner instead of here to keep the press off. Please?" The facade of exhausted victim was successfully sold as she stepped back towards the house and Sabrina didn't follow. Instead she reached her phone out and waved it as if they were revelling in a girl power moment."Okay, but you call me for anything, alright babe? I'll get you croissants flown in from fucking Paris and have that Kardashian nail tech give you a mani pedi.""Thanks," Lily said with a pursed smile in private victory. She waved as the driver peeled back out and took Sabrina away, while the hefty security vehicles followed suit to new posts down the road. Then Lily walked through the new, fresh front door to a house utterly void of her on-screen boyfriend. The hero Scarlet Strike smiled beneath his mask as he noted Lily's recognition. Unlike her onscreen boyfriend, she'd learn that he wasn't about to be a passive force in this dangerous game they had going on. She could end it all here if she wanted, reveal his identity and the murder of a young hero, that Destroyer had managed to slip through all this security to get to her. Lives saved, a hero in her own right, but instead America's Girlfriend, America's Victim...simply talked to her PR manager. Assuring her that it was fine that this C-list hero do his part.Not allowing himself to stare for too long, Viktor turned his attention to Sabrina. The manager. Fingers flexed in the red and white gloves that were a size too small, as was much of the suit. But it allowed the muscles beneath to pop a little more, give a more grand image of the well structured hero beneath. Those small muscles that had cleanly snapped the neck of the real Scarlet Strike. Of course Viktor hadn't just tossed the body, taking what he needed to activate and fool the bio-metrics of the hero's phone and social accounts. Gotta keep an active presence if he wanted to use this as a useful cover going forward, and being a C-lister provided just that. Enough clout to get by most issues, but not enough to really matter in the grand scheme of the corporate ladder."I'm not here for the fame or exposure, of course. As I said, Ms Hamilton's story moved me and despite differing corporate allegiances between our two groups, I think we can all agree that Dr Freedom is doing important work to help us all right now." Scarlet Strike added, looking from Sabrina to Lily with thatwonderful smile "The least I can do to repay all the good work is done is to make sure the woman he cares about is safe. We have to look after our most vulnerable, after all."As expected the biggest hurdle was the corporate interference but it seemed Viktor had been right in picking the identity of Scarlet Strike. His 'nice guy' persona had landed him as the Friendly Neighbourhood type, which made it easy to accrue a large following with all the feel good, wholesome messages and memes shared. While not the amount that the A and S level heroes received, Scarlet Strike was clearly much closer to being what people imagined a hero to be on the outside. Whether the man had truly been like that or not didn't matter, what mattered was what Sabrina was seeing as she scrolled through his feed.At her acceptance of his help, the superhero smiled once more."Happy to be of assistance."He did as instructed as the security detail filed out of the building, taking to the skies to soar casually overhead. Along the way he stopped at a few rooftop parities, getting pictures taken with smiling, happy locals, before taking flight once more to hover above the line of cars. Heat vision made it easy to keep track of Lily's location, her body language poised and relaxed as they drove through the city centre into the outskirts. Very much the opposite of the demure victim she'd been presented as on TV. Because they all had to play the game to get what they wanted. In her case, a small mansion out in the rich, luxury suburbs. A sense of wealth, safety and security...those two especially now that Scarlet Strike was watching.It was a surprise how quickly everything had been so cleanly taken care of, as though his attack had never transpired. Perfect and pristine, the house so easily repaired while the media circus dragged out Lily's own attack. Landing off to the side, Scarlet Strike waited to hear what was happening next as the security guards and PR manager stepped out to talk with Lily. He remained still but watched, a smile on his lips at how Lily so easily manipulated the situation. It felt like he was looking at a whole other side of her, so different from the woman he'd met briefly, caged in gold with a fire desperate for release.Even as she walked past and into the house, Scarlet Strike remained outside, as if posted on guard......before catching the door before it could completely shut behind her and slipping inside."So nice to see civilians having faith in heroes. Shall I do a sweep of the house for you, Ms Hamilton?" Scarlet Strike inquired, eyeing around the front foyer as he walked inside. "Avoiding the labs, of course. Can't be going near the valuables. No change in the security systems though? It looks like all the power is being routed exactly as it was before...and here I thought there might be little cameras or bugs...but my sight is revealing nothing.""No wonder you accepted my offer. Security is so important these days and clearly you're considered bait on a hook here."He stepped in front of Lily, eyeing her with curiosity in his eyes, an amused grimace on his features "Though I have to ask how you were able to stomach such a...joke of an interview. You showed more fight when I was ripping off your lingerie than most heroes do when I have them by the throat." Viktor spoke freely, violence and carnage so casually discussed. "It almost made me regret keeping quite about the extent of my attack. To be paraded out like some demure, shallowvictim." There was a snarl to those words."Maybe I killed the wrong newscaster. Would you like me to visit Chantel later? Or would that make you jealous?"A gloved hand caressed over her cheek and neck, those silver eyes catching the mid afternoon light to shine devilishly "Mmmmm I suppose that's not very heroic of me to say. Scarlet Strike would never say that." Viktor mused, pulling each of the gloves off, and then the mask, now allowing Lily to see him in the light instead of the dark. The short dark hair that was a stylish mess atop his head, the scar over one eye, stubble growing across a hardened, masculine jawline, paired with that hungry predators smile that curved across his lips as Viktor looked down at Lily. His hands went to the zipper hidden on the side before pausing, offering Lily to do the honours of undoing the suit and revealing more of himself that had been hidden in the darkness."Much nicer seeing you in natural light. Though the dark served you just as well." Not a single shred of doubt lingered around Lily's mind while she wound up her tale of first world distress to Sabrina. When she walked in past the newly repaired front door that Destroyer had, well... made a mess of, among other things during his visit, she didn't so much as look behind her when the red and white clad superhero followed her inside. She did pause and offer a curious side eye when he walked in her wake remarking in an awfully heroic manner. But there was no denying the silver cut of his eyes. It didn't matter that he was wearing a completely different outfit or mask. Andtherehe was. The facade of the concerned good Samaritan dropped in an instant when he somehow detected that they weren't being watched.Lily paused by the buffet table pushed up against the wall flanking the stairs. A large mirror was hoisted above it. A tray lay across the marble top which was where the picture-perfect blonde dropped her purse, sliding her sunglasses and keys down the way next to free up her hands. She rifled through her purse and pulled out a small capsule of petal pink lipstick in the same shade the makeup artist had done her up with that morning before the interview, rubbing swathes across her lips opened into a casual 'O' shape while she gleaned her reflection."Every ounce of security power goes into that basement," she reiterated in agreement, words slightly muffled when she pursed her lips and smacked them to seal in the hue. Then gave a curt nod of her chin back towards the basement which was down the hall a ways with a separate entrance. Along with a key pad that John had the password to - on a two minute refresher she suspected for maximum safety.Lily planted her hands on the narrow buffet table and pushed herself off, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders to 'Scarlet Strike's' observation about her importance. "More like... taken for granted. I think there's a painting in here that's got a better insurance policy than me." Now she turned to face him in time for Viktor to slip up front, meeting her movement to take up the whole of her view. "Mm..." a bubbling rumble poured past her refreshed mouth while she recalled that night. "I doubt you're taking off their lingerie at the same time," Lily pointed out. But then her thick lashes fluttered up to him in a snap."You know, I'm not really the jealous type, but don't touch Chantel. She's only doing her job. Speaking of which... please tell me you didn't kill Scarlet Strike. What's going to happen when they find his body?" Lily let out a tired sigh that bled into a murmur while his gloved hand caressed her cheek. Clearly, she was used to thinking a few steps ahead here Viktor was spontaneous and emotional. Not that it was a bad thing. In fact, it was exactly what she needed at the time - just like now. Lily's cheek followed his large hand to keep her cupped there in his palm, grazed with the back of his fingers. When he pulled his hands away to remove the gloves, then the mask, it was the first time she could properly look at him. A cursory cant of her head followed her scrutinizing gaze.Lily grasped the zipper on his side and tugged it down in a slow methodical movement to reveal the cut of his physique. She liked what she saw. Especially as her warm eyes had a hard time deciding between latching onto his rugged face and that scar or back down to his body. Inevitably she stopped drawing the zipper down just past his hip while the material of the red and white suit was loose enough he could pull it down in a single swift movement, though still tight enough it wouldn't fall on its own.Her heel slid back towards the buffet until she had quite literally butted up against it. A come hither look flashed in her eyes while the former teen gymnast in Lily easily flexed her arms to pull her pert ass up on top of the table. Her knees pulled apart deliberately to make enough room for him."Come here," said Lily. She was unafraid to order him around. The Lily that stood in front of Viktor now was the one he wanted. As much as he understood now Dr Freedom’s and Lily’s relationship was built on a lie of mutual interest, it didn’t change how he felt when he’d fucked her that night. The woman he saw in those moments, unafraid, refusing to be broken, it was something entirely new that Viktor had been hunting for and seeking out, that he’d never paused and given thought to before. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. Not simply sex and the physical pleasure of release...that had never been something that could have been denied to him. No, this was something more than that. Something that brought him back to the scene of the crime, to the woman he’d attacked.“No doubt his most important, prized experiments and possessions exist within that basement. Whatever he means to use next to save the world, solve hunger, sickness...things that are certainly deserving of such protection...and yet for a man of such talent, he can’t see how easy it would be to simply extend such security around the house.” There was a smirk on Viktor’s lips now as his eyes travelled across Lily. Those silver dots never losing their intensity of the predatory ferocity, even while dressed as a hero. That was simply his nature in the world, how he’d been raised and the result of the experiments done to him.“But now you’re under the personal protection of a hero so upgrading the security of your home isn’t necessary anymore.” That grin sharpened, dangerous, a gleam in his eyes as they focused on her. All that power and dangerous intent. He’d snapped the neck of the man whose costume he now wore, killed a news anchor on live TV, a video shared countless times around the world...and been the cause of destruction in this woman’s home.Which had only brought them closer together.“It’s a shame. Truly. You two would make the perfect power couple.” There was a moment of sincerity in his tone for just a moment that went against his look and tone. A sparse moment of humanity, like a friend sharing comforting words.And then as soon as it appeared it was gone, Destroyer returning with a sharp laugh at her request not to kill Chantel. He didn’t answer to her request, the shark smile returning as Lily moved the subject to Scarlet Strike “Come now Lily. You’re smarter than this. That would only matter if there was a body to find. I’m Scarlet Strike now. I have his phone, access to his socials, his email, all I had to do was keep the body around enough to update all the bio-metrics on file. As a C-Grade Hero, he didn’t even have to reveal his identity so long as the social engagement was kept up...so I’m a hero now.”As Lily undressed him, Viktor couldn’t help the grin on his face as she appraised his features. After their shared night together his features might not have mattered but the look on her face made it clear that she liked what she was seeing. Power. Power was what she was seeing. The peak masculine form, strength and raw physicality, the kind that dotted marketplace romance novels.The suit didn’t need to go down much further. Not for what Viktor had in mind as he stepped closer, licking his lips slowly at Lily’s words.“A hero is meant to serve the people...” He trailed off, leaning in, a whisper in her ear.“...so let me serve you.”Slowly Viktor moved to his knees, hands sliding up Lily’s thighs and disappearing beneath the red fabric of the dress, guiding whatever underwear she might be wearing out and down to her ankles. His mouth moved inwards, stubble of his beard teasing her nerves, kisses and bites slowly moving in. Closer and closer, no rush in his movements, every tease and touch a deliberate action. His hands moved to help hike the red fabric higher up her waist, giving her the view of his impressive shoulders and back flexing as he leaned in, hands pulling her closer to the edge, giving the view of his head nearing her heat.While his words and actions were often vicious, cruel and aggressive, it seemed Viktor was once again intent on gifting Lily pleasure as the length of his tongue dragged across her nether lips in a broad, slow lick. He took it slow, tasting and admiring her. As with his kisses and bites towards her center, there was no rush in his movements, applying that same lustful intensity towards her as when he fucked her. Focusing on the nerves that made her quiver and moan, tip of his tongue stroking along her clit, and eagerly tasting that arousal that began to tease his senses.A far different pace and tone from their first meeting, the sensuality and confidence in his actions was no different than having her pinned to the bed. His gifted pleasure was still for her, knowing exactly where and how to lick to help Lily forget about the tension of the day and give in to the feeling of his talented tongue stroking at her soft petals. Lily almost guffawed out loud when Viktor proclaimed he was taking on the role of the now most certainly deceased hero, Scarlet Strike. She felt a pang of guilt and sadness that someone who had been a likely cheerful influence in the neighbourhood doing good was cut down for the sake of the Destroyer meting out some kind of revenge. Although in the present, with that same villain poised at her like a hunter in the shadows having spotted his delicious prey, she couldn't say she was feeling far too bad about it to actually turn down this strange, twisted... whatever it was they had. Release? Her own revenge against John for ignoring her needs for a whole year? Whatever it was had worked out nicely, though.With an inward groan at how ridiculously perfect the set up was, Lily sucked in breath through her teeth while she observed Viktor. The side of the form fitting suit was so teasing when he left it alone rather than pulling it completely off. That should have been her very first indicator something was different. Not wrong, but certainly different."Well then come here,Scarlet Strike," she reiterated in a half teased at him. Lily even rolled her eyes. She supposed that not many people could be afforded such a luxury around the Destroyer but when there was this kind of charged, animal magnetism radiating between them Lily didn't really consider how Viktor's reputation as a destroyer preceded him except in the bedroom. But when he leaned in to whisper in her ear she couldn't stop the flutter in her chest. Lily's eyes slid into crystalline slits of curiosity and then they went wide as he dropped down.He did it so fucking slowly on purpose, because he would know her eyes were hungrily following him as he took a knee and kept eye contact with her up until the very last second when it would be impossible. She watched his hands surge under her dress and pry the springy fabric of the a-line dress up from her taut thighs. While her legs were currently held open with the expectation of something else this was no less welcome. Thin gossamer panties were easily guided out of the way and down her legs. If Viktor deigned to peek before tasting he would find those same bare lips he ravished before already supple, pink and wet with wanting."You, into foreplay? Who would've fucking guessed it," Lily rumbled with an approving purr to her tone as Viktor kissed and nibbled his way down. Those arousal laden lids lowered to watch Viktor's head surge between her legs thanks to the skirt he cast aside. "Mm!" His tongue lapping slowly along the length of her slit made her breath hitch. She shamelessly helped him along by planting her hands firmly into the buffet top and craning her hips to pivot against his face. Her plump ass was precariously on the edge but it'd take a lot more to make her arms shake. She knew her legs would be in no time.Her back pressed into the wall followed by a soft thump from her head lolling back. Much as Lily wanted to watch Viktor work his magic, she knew it would just drive her over the edge faster. She wanted this to last. Though... she also wanted him to fuck her. Immediately. While his tongue an lips were on par with the artfulness of that rough, intense fuck days before it merely served to stoke the flame. Her hips were starting to pump against his face and her hands dug into the lip of the tabletop. A chorus of moans began singing from her mouth aloud without worry in the big empty house."Oh fuck!" Lily cried out, feeling her orgasm coming on so fast and hard he may as well have been railing her against the mirror. Her slightly shaking legs suddenly went rigid and she gasped to feel that earth shattering orgasm coaxed out of her with such simple, delicate movements. Maybe she should have felt embarrassed but really, she was utterly delighted. Still immensely hungry, too. Panting hard, Lily's head turned down towards the mop of Viktor's messy chic hair and reached for it to run her fingers through as if petting him for a job well done."So..." she breathed out a heavy sigh. Her chest rose and fell glimmering with a pinkish bloom from all that build up desire. When she caught her breath Lily continued. "How am I ever going to repay the selflessness of a hero?" There was a smirk on her rosy, flushed mouth. "Hm?" She didn't wait for an answer as she pitched forward fuelled by adrenaline and lust. Her hands roved back to tug the zipper on the back of her dress down enough that she could shimmy her shoulders free, but that wasn't all, because the swell of her sun-kissed breasts were bared in the same movement. Ripe for kissing, groping, fucking... as was the rest of her. It wasn't as much of a shock this time that Lily was so eager for his touch. She might have teased about the foreplay but Viktor would have liked to know how long it had been since she'd been touched like this or since someone had given her a reason to purr or moan. The raw lustful hunger in her eyes said so much without her saying anything, that borderline desperation from a woman like her leading Viktor to wonder if Lily had always planned to stay faithful to her fake heroic boyfriend. If it hadn't been for him breaking in, giving her a newfound desire, what kind of miserable existence would she have continued to live?He was happy to remind her what pleasure was, how it felt to have a man who made her feeling fucking amazing. Her body was so receptive, pink and flush with arousal, her words weren't needed to tell him what felt good. Though her words of encouragement were greatly appreciated, as was the trembling feeling of her body as her orgasm began to approach, faster and faster, eagerly dutiful to her pleasured nerves. His tongue kept pace with her thrusting hips, knowing exactly close she was, wanting to her to feel that release and experience the euphoria of her first orgasm of the day.Her cry was exactly what he wanted to hear from those lips of hers, the pure delight despite everything she knew about him, everything he did and represented...it was from him that Lily was finding satisfaction. Even after his attack on her. Not only that, but she was hungry for more. Greedy for it. Viktor could feel it in the way her fingers caressed through his hair, an intimacy to it that held far more than a simple touch in those fingertips.Withdrawing slowly from between her thighs, licking his lips of her arousal, Viktor gazed up at Lily with his silver gaze. Oh there was a hunger in her gaze, a hunger matched in his own eyes as Viktor slowly rose up from his knees. Every muscle uncoiling like a machine as the villain stood to his full height, the costume still half hanging from his body. His eyes moved to follow Lily's motions, lips curving into a knowing smile as she questioned how she might repay her hero.This time Viktor didn't need to rip her clothes off. She was shedding them willingly.And he couldn't let her have all the fun.His hands moved in a slow, deliberate motion to begin removing the rest of the red and white attire. Inch by inch, more skin was revealed, not an ounce of body fat revealed anywhere across his hard muscle form. As though hand carved to perfection, he'd put the shape of some heroes to shame, a true weapon in human form without weakness. Despite every battle, the capture, the torture and experiments, his form appeared perfectly flawless. From the impressive expanse of his chest and pectorals, biceps of corded steel wrapped around his arms, to the trail of abs that encouraged her gaze downwards.Not yet finished, Viktor continued the shedding of his costume, the V-shaped cut of his abs teasing lower down his hips. Pausing before he completely dropped his pants, he took an eyeful of Lily's own reveal as her dress was undone. Just enough to reveal her full, naked chest to his own hungry gaze, tempting Viktor to stop his own strip and take immediate indulgence in her offerings......though if he wished to do so properly, he'd want to be fully stripped down himself.Fingers hooked into the pants of his attire, utility belt already loosened, as Viktor removed the rest of his new costume down in one swift motion, kicking the fabric aside to leave him standing fully naked in front of Lily. While his legs and thighs were all just as impressive as his chest, it was obviously the thick length swinging between his legs that demanded attention. Lily already knew what he could do with it, their prior night together gifting her with that first taste. Now she could see it for herself in plain view, the kind of tool the villain had to work with as he stepped in close to remove the distance between them."Oh? Am I truly a hero then?"A large hand moved across her cheek, her lips, caressing down her neck."Is that how you'd like to be fucked Lily? By a hero? Selfless and kind, attentive and sweet?"And then that hand was in her hair, grasping and tugging it back as Viktor leaned in over her, hot breath teased on her lips."Or do you need avillain?"His other hand brushed against her chest, appreciating the impressive swell and feel of her bare breasts, as his gaze locked with hers. Her hair held tight as his thumb caressed over her nipples, feeling that simmering heat coursing beneath her skin, that hunger, that need. This little game they played, he could see what she wanted, needed, looming over her now knowing exactly what was to happen next."Say it." Maybe Viktor expected Lily to be tamed from the literal leg shaking orgasm he deluged her with on the front room table, but she was still full to bursting with energy. Sensual raw energy that radiated off of 'America's Girlfriend' in wanton sheets of hot crimson and it was all entirely directed athim: a villain wearing the suit skin of some poor bastard he probably killed to keep a low profile in the limelight. Lily's half lidded lust hungry eyes danced around Viktor's mouth glazed with her orgasm and subconsciously her pink tongue darted out to lick her own lips as if miming his ministrations down between her thighs.She bared everything for him, overtly demanding the attention of his mouth and fingers and cock and every piece of him he would give over to have a taste in return. Lily of course didn't flatter herself into thinking that there was something remarkable about her in his silver eyes. A man who was consigned to prison would come out with the same appetite and she happened to be the perfect target as his enemy's girlfriend. Now, they could both enjoy taking out their mutual frustrations with one another. Lily hadn't expected the catharsis to be so fucking delicious.Both she and Viktor were patterned in red and white only for a minute longer. Finally he revealed the other half of his body that had been hiding in Scarlet Strike's disguise. His thumb hooked and tore the costume the rest of the way leaving Lily breathless like the night he took her on the bed and made her skin blush purple and blue from the strength behind those thrusts."Holy shiiiit." Lily whispered her praises seeing Viktor in the light for the first time. She squirmed on the side table she was still perched on and clamped her legs together briefly as if trying to stop the sudden, almost painful rush of arousal. Coupled with the knuckle whitening grip she had on the ledge, it was clear Miss Hamilton was beyond impressed. Before she could pivot her hips down to drop onto the floor and close the gap he was there doing the same. His body was feverish hot and made Lily gasp out loud at the closeness of their faces. She demanded to be fucked doggy style last time like it gave her some false sense of victory in that fight she already lost the moment she groaned for him him to go faster, harder...Quickly though, she recovered from her trance at drinking him in and Lily purred her response up against the palm he brushed against her cheek. "Well, as far as the world is concerned, you're a hero." Her thick lashes bat teasingly. "Right, Scarlet Strike?" That same impish mouth nipped at his thumb when it ran across her lips. She gasped aloud at Viktor's tug through her hair. Effortless and powerful he tugged just enough to make her back arch out towards him. A chuckle rolled out at his sweet sentiment."No..." she mused at his query, playing coy. "I need a-- ahh" Her head lolled from another gasp when he loomed in and drew those small circles around her sensitive nipples. Her already arched back made her breasts swell under his touch. The wanton woman he fucked before came to the front with splendid vibrancy all over again as he teased her to her wits end making her squirm up on the table edge.The blonde bucked her hips impatiently at Viktor standing there with his rock hard cock between them, enjoying the game of making her hang on words when there was a veritable feast for his senses ripened to pluck. Her left hand lifted from the table edge - Viktor's rigid muscular body was more than enough support to lean on if she shifted too far from the wall - and clenched demandingly around his turgid forearm. She cocked her head up against Viktor's face just enough to nibble at his carved jawline, sliding cheek to cheek until her lips touched his ear."Give me a villain!" Lily huskily ordered. There might have been a time when Viktor saw such physical intimacy as a weakness. That he should be out in the world destroying and fighting, proving himself the strongest of them all. That this was what he’d been made for, created to be, and that the world turning their backs on their greatest creation would be a mistake they’d rue forever. Thinking wasn’t something the old Viktor had done much of, relishing in the fear of being the beast, the monster heroes feared. How strange it was to find such unexpected kinship when he’d sought to kill and maim his rival’s woman, only to find the entire world he’d been fighting was a sham from the start. That Lily was nothing more than a pawn in the eyes of the world, and his intrusion against her was as close to intimacy as she’d ever hoped for from her superhero boyfriend.Now he was taking up the role of some C-list hero, infiltrating back into Freedom’s home, not for some grand purpose, but to once again indulge in this twisted relationship that had begun to sprout between Lily and Viktor. To be on his knees and bring her to an orgasm that she clearly hadn’t felt in a long time. Her enjoyment of his actions radiated off her, as if lust brought about a superpower of her own, her eyes looking like they might burn his costume off his body with how she stared him down. Her reaction was curious only for a moment, before remembering that she couldn’t have seen anything when Viktor had come for her that night. Now she was able to put an eye on the sculpted villain, and take in all his superpowers.“True. I am Scarlet Strike. You’re new hero.” He purred in response to her, a devilish smile on his lips, considering what that would mean for someone like him. The possibilities as the world sought the Destroyer, while a new hero could rise from the pack...but that was thinking far, far ahead, and there was a lady in distress right in front of him that needed his aid.Lily’s entire body felt like a sensitive instrument of need and desire, begging to be played. America’s Girlfriend might have been her title, but she was going to be made into Viktor’s Woman by the end of this. Her nipples felt like diamond hard points, as if they hadn’t been touched or teased in forever, a heat spreading through her like a wildfire of want. How could he even pretend to hold back when Lily looked at him with such vibrant desire, squirming with clear impatience as he taunted with a choice that meant little to nothing.They both knew what Lily needed. What she wanted. From their first night together, an attack that became something more...but hearing those words released a snarled growl to her ear, the only warning Lily would have before she was gifted with his length...And so Viktor fucked her. Ravished her, taking the poor woman with all the strength and power of a villain who’d earned a title as dangerous as Destroyer. The savage kind of fucking men liked to think they could accomplish, but it wasn’t until you had that taste, that coiling, lustful taste, that it was understood what it truly meant to be conquered in such fashion.Viktor’s actions towards Lily were simply another attack on her. A lustful taking of her, as she once again experienced all Viktor had to offer, only now with her being impaled, with his eyes locked on her, no doggy style to hide her pleasure as the villain drank it all in, bucking against her with all the feral intensity of their first meeting, Viktor refusing to give Lily any room to claim the villain half-assed their time together.The heat of her body and how she clamped down upon his impressive length was really all he needed to know of her, how her breasts scrapped her nipples against his chest, how she clenched at him tight, like a vice already, craving his seed to be milked inside her, as if she couldn’t ever consider him cumming outside her.“Beg for me, Lily. Beg for me to come back and take you again and again.”The sharp sound of his palm upon her backside echoed through the room, those strong fingers demanding that the imprint of his hand be branded upon her skin, as his physical dominance of her senses continued, locking her in as Lily was put to use for their shared erotic needs, continuing his relentless attacks upon her tight body, before demanding that same submission of her mouth, lips and tongue.A rumbling growl could be felt as her lips were captured, tongue invading to steal a taste of her as Lily’s body was continued to be used and fucked, clearly growing accustomed and stretched by the sizable intrusion as that villainous stamina was put on display, treating her like there was a collar and leash around her neck, his newfound pet to be used whenever Viktor decided to come by and take her however he wished......and he was certain he wasn’t alone in that feeling of lustful ownership.

Where's Your Hero_ (Crixus & Andronica)

The Orphan (Kate and Miss Misa)

Kate knew he would try to hide his feelings. She felt terrible for him and knew he would be sad. "We have a custom in the manor. No need to be formal. Please call me Kate or Katie." She lead him out to the main hall up the marble and alabaster curved stair case to the first room on the left. His room overlooked the entrance to the manor. She opened the door. The room was spacious with antique queen size bed four poster bed. The room was filled with ornately carved heavy wood. There was a dresser with mirror, a writing desk next to built in shelves. There was a roaring fire in the brick hearth and mantel was dressed with antique vase and mythological figurines. French door opened to a large balcony. On the far side of the room was a private dressing room and bathroom. "There are some clothes in dresser and armoire. We can go into town and get you clothes and things tomorrow. You need anything pull the bell pull by your bed. If you want to redecorate it we can do that too." Kate turned down the covers on his bed. Following Kate up to his beautifully decorated room, Dustin looked around at the marble and alabaster curved stairs. They were much more exquisite than his old manor. His father wasn't a decorative soul and preferred to stay with the wooden look. Dustin still loved it though, but this manor is mesmerizing. "If that is what you wish Kate. You can just call me Dustin." He actually preferred to be called Dustin. Looking down at the entrance to the manor, Dustin enjoyed his view from his room. He followed Kate into the generous room filled with dazzling decorations. The bed had plenty of room for Dustin to roll around on in his sleep like he does. Glancing around at the different things in the room; the writing desk, the dresser with a mirror, a brick hearth, the private bathroom, and even a vast balcony to get some air when he feels down again. "Thank you very much Kate, you and your family are being very charitable in my time of need." He looked down and tried not to just burst out in tears right then. He was very thankful that they were so acceptable to him in their spacious home. "Will I see you in the morrow?" He walked over to the bed where she turned down the covers. Kate stopped in the kitchen and filled a bowl with ice. She led him to great hall and up the alabaster and marble spiral staircase to the landing, "Do you want a room looking over the front entrance or the side gardens, pasture, and out toward the lake in the distance? Both are about the same size and you can change the furniture and make it more your own place. Each room has a fireplace, dressing room and privy. I have brought some greenery and candles. If you want we can go into town to get you clothes, and decorations for your room tomorrow."She knew Dustin was worn out and in pain. She wanted him to have a choice and not feel he was given a room like a guest. Kate wanted him to be comfortable and feel this was his home. We keep clothes the rooms for guests. I am sure the quartermaster and Ann can bring you clothes, weapons, anything you need."Kate opened the door to the room that looked out the main drive. "This room is across from mine. The other is down the hall by Johh's room." Dustin followed Kate and thought a moment about his choices of rooms. He felt very special to be given a choice of rooms instead of being placed in a room without given any other choice. "Thank you very much Kate, I believe the side gardens would be nice to wake up to." He tried to smile through the pain and tired feeling. "Your family is so welcoming to this orphan, I hope to find a way to pay your family back some day." He was beginning to drag his feet he was so tired.Dustin hoped the clothes in the room would fit him, he was a bit smaller in stature than most men, they might just fall off of him. "If I have any need of clothes I'll be sure to find Miss Ann then." He followed Kate up and to the room and thought for a moment. "Yes I'm sure i want the one looking over the gardens, the fresh air will help me recuperate." Kate felt sad for him. She looked out onto the gardens that will soon be snow covered and places her had over his arm and holds it with a soft squeeze, "You are not alone. I know you feel a heavy loss. You are not without a family." She could tell he was not like most men she was accustom. Dustin had a heart he was not hard or emotionally cold. He spoke politely, there something in him that was softer and she was drawn to him. He was not threatening or one she had to feel guarded with. She felt he needed to feel safe to let go of his emotions. Looking out at the gardens, Dustin felt a bit better. He felt Kate's hand over his arm and looked at her, she was genuinely sad for him. He smiled at her statement and replied, "Thank you. I will try to be worthy of this family in my time here." He was hoping to make a life here like he had in his old home. He did still feel a bit out of place here, but he might warm up quicker thanks to the family's hospitality. "Will you please excuse me Miss Kate? I am growing faint." He did not want to sound rude, but he was exhausted emotionally and physically after everything that has gone on. Kate hated this for him and she let go of him, "I am sorry. I know you need to rest. If you need someone to talk to, I am here. My friends say I can keep secrets. Don't worry about getting up. Sleep as much as you need to. Keep the key to your room. I will tell Ann to let you sleep." Kate walked to the door and closed it. She knew he would need time to grieve and she hoped he would come to confide in her. Kate had a feeling he would mostly likely confide in Ann. She was more like a mother to her and was went to with most of her problems. Kate closed his door and went to help Ann. She did not mind cooking and she had to talk to her about how to help Dustin. She knew he would need to be kept busy and need friends.Kate sat at the wooden table after pouring her and Ann mugs of tea, "What should I do, take Dustin to May's party or out to the lake to meet my friends?" Dustin nodded at Kate's thoughtful words and replied, "Thank you Kate, Good night." He tried his best to smile at her. He watched as she left and sighed as she left and closed the door. He started to slowly take off his sweaty clothes and armor. He saw himself in the mirror and started to whimper and cry. He saw a traitor in the mirror, he hoped he could redeem that. He kept thinking that it was his fault that his father died, not even thinking that if he died with his father that their family name would be lost.Walking into the private bath, Dustin hoped to wash away the tears in a bath. He drew a bath of warm water and immersed himself in the warmth of the water and tried to lose all of his negative thoughts. After washing he still whimpered s he put on his pajamas and crawled into bed. He fell asleep with tears in his eyes and regret in his heart. Ann passed by the young man's door and heard his crying. She knew the young man would be exhausted and in a world of deep grief. She checked to see if the door was locked, it was not..she lightly knocked, "Dustin is Ann, may I come in Dear?" She carried a hot toddy in a mug. Ann was not sure the young man would remember her. She did not want him to feel alone this first night. If was needed to grieve, they need not be alone. Ann knew Dustin was a grown man in this society. To her he was sill a pup at least another year or two.Ann is average height, she has wide hips and large round breasts. She wears a flexible corset that accentuates her chest. Ann has a long black dress with white collar that ties at the waist. A full white starched apron covers her dress. She wears low healed soft leather shoes. They do not scuff the floor and are comfortable to keep on her feet most of the day. She first to get up and last to go to bed.She is pleasant to look at, she 46 years old and looks younger when her salt and pepper hair is covered in a white muffin hat. Her hair is covered when she cooks and cleans. The family and all that know her think she is the best cook in the kingdom. Ann is both boss and like a mother to her servants. They are not slaves, they all are paid a salary and get time off. Ann has known Lyons most of her life as in her early years she was a slave to Kate's grandfather. Stirring at the sound of a knock at his door, Dustin attempted to wipe away the fresh tears from his eyes before speaking. "Ann? Umm Yes you may come in," Dustin's voice cracked from crying so hard earlier. He tried to sit up in the bed, fixing his hair and wiping his face he tried to look as presentable as possible. He lit a candle that was next to his bed to show a dim light on his side. His hair was messy still and his face was re and puffy from crying still. He adjusted his shirt and pulled the blankets up his stomach and waited for Ann to come in. Ann entered and walked over to the bed, "I thought you might need a warm drink and compact. I know things are harder now. You should not be left to grieve alone. May I sit next to you? Kate is bound by protocol and cannot stay in a gentleman's room. I am not ask'n for favors and none to be tak'n advantage. Don't hide your tears and pain." She closed the door and sets the tray on the night stand. "Ya been cry'n and need a body ta hold. I will stay until you sleep. I promise." She crossed her heart and extends her hand to take his. "Ya hurts and is not good to keep hurts inside. Ya want to grieve or talk..I am here to get you though this. I know men folk are not much comfort at times." She gives him a soft, empathetic expression and stands non-enticing. "I lost my folks when I was young and know you feel it is fault. There was nothing you could have done. You did the right thing..let those that are stronger fight and the time will come you will fight if you must. Here you will be well trained." Still trying to hold back his tears, Dustin wipes his face again as Ann walks in. He looked up at the caring woman and nods at her request to sit next to him. He scoots over to make more room for her as she went to close the door. He did like the idea of a motherly figure comforting him right now. His own mother was long gone so he was in need of a caring touch. He was shaking slightly as Ann took his hand, her warmth made him feel safe. "Thank you Miss Ann, you remind me a lot of my mother," He smiled at her soft expression. "I do not wish to take advantage of your kindness, but perhaps it would serve me if you stayed until I fall asleep." He knew that the men of the house wouldn't be much help in his grief other than to keep his mind off of it with training. "I hope they can mold me into a better knight here," He sighed and tried not to burst into tears once more. He looked away for a moment to gather composure before returning his gaze to Miss Ann. Ann removed her apron and placed it on the chair by the bed. She propped up extra pillows to the headboard, then sat up over them, lying next to him. The older woman reached at the end of the bed and placed a blanket over her and the the young man under the covers. Ann touched his cheek, nodding softly as placed her arms around him. She smelled like fresh bread and lavender. Ann spoke quietly as she held him to her and smoothed his hair lightly, "Yes, his lordship has a heart like most men, rarely shows it. "You will be kept busy. If you feel overwhelmed or so sad as you are now. Come to me and I will take you to a quiet place. Your parents will watch over until your time to join them. You are a part of them both. I know ...I know how you feel. There was nothing to prepare for your loss and heartache."She Watching as Ann removed her apron, Dustin could already smell her sweet scent of freshly baked bred and lavender. He was comforted by her when she laid next to him. He felt her touch his still red and puffy cheek and almost flinched. It has been a long time since he felt the touch of someone so soft and caring. It was soothing when she wrapped her arms around him. When she smoothed his hair Dustin closed his eyes enjoying the attention. He listened to her encouraging words and smiled a little gaining hope in his future once more. "Thank you Miss Ann, I hope to grow in this new place." He whispered as he started to fall asleep from her gentle actions. "I will try my best to make everyone proud especially my parents." With that comment Dustin was asleep in Ann's arms like a child. Once Dustin was breathing softly and in a deep slumber, did Ann get up. walked slowly not to waken him. . She held him a little longer, missed having little ones in the house. Kate and Johh grew up fast and her own kids were grown. Ann left the drink by the bed with the oil lamp dimmed just incase he woke up with a nightmare. Ann added a few logs on the fire. She snuck out closing the door softly. Ann turned out the light in the halls as she walked toward her room. The house was always quiet. She was startled a bit as Kate stuck out her head, Ann, is Dustin alright. Ann felt her heart stop and raised he hand to her chest. "Gracious child you scared me." Kate walked out in her night gown, "I am sorry Ann. I had to know if Dustin is.." Ann walked to her, "He is fine, the poor Dear just needs a good nights rest. Don't worry Kate, he will be sad for a while. Good night."Kate gave Ann a hug and kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight Ann. See you in the morning. Ann, you will let him sleep in."Ann nods, "Indeed I will see he is not disturbed."Kate reentered her room and left the door cracked and Ann closed it.It was the weekend and all slept in late next morning. It was around 11 am when Ann checked on Dustin. She heard Dustin wheezing, coughing hard. Ann felt his forehead and he was burning with fever. His neck and arms were covered with red rashy spots. She did not allow anyone in the room. The older woman had seen this before. It was carried by orcs and could leave a human with limited site, or hearing or unable to speak. It took weeks to run its course. Ann felt horrible for the young man. She hoped he was strong enough to survive. The fever could kill a child or elderly. Ann had the sickness and guessed the wound on Dustin's wrist contained the poison from a cactus that grew in the barrens. There was no cure in mountains. The rash and fever start followed by stomach pains, and at worse convulsions. The town was in flames by the time the battle outside was over. The enemy was pushed back to its boarder and the kings met to draw up a new treaty. Captives and loot exchanged among the ranks. Slower over over weeks the vast armies were again returned to their lord's shires. Among these Lords was Gillian Lyons of Wildwood a well know port city.It was at the end of this great battle that Lyons and his elite forces happened upon this village. It's inhabitants were dead or scattered. Lyons saw his old friend killed in battle and broke from his troups to seek the Lord only child. A male that by now should be in his teens. Lyons was sure of the lad's true age. He was dressed in battle gear, his armor covered in blood and sinew of his foes and fellow soldiers.He took his time overturning various barrels, an over turned cart. He saw the only building that was not in flames a church. He dismounted and drew his sword. He walked up the steps and opened the door with ease. It was not barred or lock. As he looked around seemed empty. He removed his helm and scanned the pews. He walked down the warn carpeted isle toward the alter. Lyons was slow and guarded of his vulnerability. He saw a figure lying curled up on the center pew. "You there are you hurt? I mean you no harm." The remnants of the burnt town seemed unnaturally cold because of all the death that had taken place only weeks earlier. A hungry boy was all that was left in this town of fisherman. His name was Sir Dustin. He was a knight only in title, for he was a coward and fled the battle to prolong his own life instead of others. He did try his best to protect those who were left in the church, but all seemed lost in his eyes. He was shamed by his actions so much that he even tried to take his own life but failed to have the strength to do so. He then curled up on a pew in the church to await whatever fate God had in store for him.Dustin could hear someone enter the almost untouched church. He grabbed his sword that was on the floor in front of the pew he was laying on. He attempted to play dead until he heard the mysterious man speak. Then he looked up slowly to get a peek at the man's colors he wore to assess if he was truly a friendly. He recognized the colors to be friendly and dropped his sword, making a thump noise on the ground. Looking up at the man, Dustin's dirty, thin face probably seemed pathetic. Groaning instead of speaking, he reached a beaten, bloody hand out towards the stranger. "Help..." He managed to moan a single word before he passed out due to hunger and dehydration. Lyons was in armor and saw a figure walk out to the alter from the side.. He was ready to fight.. when saw it was a priest. "Please give help me with the lad. He is passed out." Lyons sheathed his sword. The priest managed to lift the lad toward Lyons. Lyons carried the young man in his arms. He was not very heavy. I have need of water and if you can get me food the lad. Do you know him?"The priest was quick to aid and supplied the elder knight with food and water. Lyons gave the Priest a few coins for payment. "I will see your town is rebuilt."The priest provided a basket of food that he had hidden. "The boy was our Lord's son. The boy's father I have not seen for two days. I know not the lad name. His father was Lord Herald."Lyons sits on the pew and helps to revive the young knight. The priest take the sword and slides it into a holder on the saddle. "Take care of the young lad M'lord. I will send you any items I find in his lordships house. I fear not much is left after the looting and fire."Lyons uses his teeth, removes his thick leather and chainmail gloves, he takes the skin of water and pours it over the passout youthful face. "Wake up Lad. I have food." Weak from the lack of food and water, Dustin was easily moved without much effort. He looked up at the man who carried him away from the priest and saw a blur due to his delusional state of mind. "Where am I?" He uttered quietly. He heard little of what the priest and knight had to say. He heard talk of rebuilding and his father. "Where is my father...?" He groaned. The knight seemed to be familiar in some way to Dustin, but he couldn't place him.Dustin knew little of what became to the rest of the town. The smell of burnt flesh and charred wood filled the air amongst them, but Dustin ignored it out of grief. He wouldn't realize the extent of the damage until they stepped outside.Dustin suddenly felt the cool, wet water flush his face and he awoke out of his delusional state. He gasped and coughed a few times before he could speak. He looked around and to the Knight who had helped him awake and rubbed his eyes with his bloodied hands. "Who are you?" Dustin asked as he sat up groaning from the pain in his stomach. He saw the food and water next to them but didn't reach for it in fear of being yelled at by the knight. The elder knight eyes squinted in the light. His ears lowered a bit as he was happy to see the young man revived. "I am Lord Gillian Lyons. I am a friend of your father's. The last time I saw you, you were 13 or 14. It was in King Atrius's summer palace. You may have met my daughter Katherine."The elder knight hands him the basket. "Food, I am starved and you may share this small feast. Do you have the strength to ride. We must get to camp before dark. It is a few miles and then I am going to take to my home. What is your name young Lord?" Lyons takes a small loaf of bread and tears it in half and give half to young man in his arms. Looking up at the Lord, Dustin smiled slightly when he heard the man introduce himself as Lord Gillian. He remembered him from before with his father. He reminded Dustin a lot of his father actually. He didn't remember much of Kathrine at the moment, but when he met her he might remember more. "I remember you now," Dustin was comforted by the familiar face for a moment, "I must apologize for my appearance and loss of memory." He apologized hoping the Lord would forgive his weakness.Taking the basket of food, Dustin was relieved and thankful that the Lord was so willing to share with him. "Thank you kindly m' Lord," Dustin took the other half of the loaf and began nibbling at it slowly. He hoped to retain some of his upbringing even in this time of need and desperation. "I can ride, maybe getting away from here will bring me more strength." He had lived in this town his whole life, not really interacting much with the other cities outside of relations with his father. "Forgive me, my name is Dustin." He didn't often speak in formalities when speaking of himself. He didn't feel he deserved much of a title. He kept eating at the bread steadily and studied Lord Gillian. Lyons let him eat for the moment. "Can you ride on your own or are you too weak? I am sorry to be in a hurry. I need to get us back to camp before we loose daylight. The priest will arrange to have want can be saved of you family's effects brought to my home. I am sorry Lad, I can bring you back to your father's grave at a later time. I must get back to my men and make ready to go home. No need to apologize for this was your first battle and you are wounded. The mages will tend to your hand. Is it broken?"The elder knight looks at the wound holds the boys hand by the wrist. He pours water over the wound and ties the cloth, that covered the bread, around the lad's hand. "Hold it tight to stop the bleeding." After Dustin finished the bread he answered the Lord, "I don't think my wrist will allow me to hold a reins." He found it hard to move it, and when he could he cringed in pain. He hated to be a burden, but he had no choice at the moment. "Will you be so kind as to give me a ride to our destination?" Dustin tried not to show pain, but his weak nature made him cry in pain at the littlest of cuts.This broken wrist was the worst he had ever had in his life, it was making him tear up. "Forgive my weak nature Sir," Dustin mumbled after Gillian bound the wound with the cloth. He followed Gillian's instructions and held the wound as tight as he could. "I will have to properly pay you back even if my family's belongings aren't returned to me," He insisted as he tried to hide his tears from the strong Lord. "Even if I must work for you and your family," That actually didn't sound bad at all seeing as the odds of him having any family or home left was next to none. Dustin may be a weak child in his state now, he would work hard for the man that saved him from being a refugee the rest of his life. Lyons places his arm around the lad, "I don't mind. You have lost your family, home and are hurt. It's been a sad affair and you my grieve. I promised your father I would give you home and see you continue your training and education. The priest will rebuild and there is nothing here for you. The matter is settled and you my share my steed. You are to hold on to our feast in the basket." Lyons cradles him in his large arms..carries him with little effort and sets him up in the saddle. Once the boy is set he grabs the reins and places his left foot into a metal stirup and swings his other leg the horse with a grunt. The priest gives a blessing to them both and with a sift kick he is in a full gallop in the direction of the camp. He is off the main road and after two-three hours is in his camp. He sees his officers around his tent and a guard takes the reins. "This is Lord Dustin get him to the mages and see he is given meal. He will remain in my quarters. We leave at dawn in the morrow." The man is dressed in cloth with the tabbard of his Lord over his tunic. He helps the young Lord down and leads him to a tent where mages are tending to the wounded.A middle-aged female in a dark blue cloak greets him with a flask of water. "Come Sir and sit on this cot. Let go your hand." She takes a soft cloth and dips it into clean water from a basin. The mage looks at his face. "You hurts more inside." She washes his face and look at him with concern. "I am going to make you sleep very deeply and you won't feel a thing. Please lie down on the cot and think of the most beautiful person you wished to give your manhood to." She laughs heartily as she places her hand on his head and her other hand on chest in moments he is in the throws of the fantasy of his life.When he awakes he is in a cot covered in a warm blanket, he is dressed in a flannel nightshirt and leggings. His wrist is stitched, bandaged and in a small splint.His fingers are free to wiggle. It is barely daylight as the camp is a flurry of moment, voices of men shouting orders, eating, and hitching up horses and wagon. Lyons is dressed out of armor. He is rolling up maps and packing up his belonging into leather cases. On the table,in the middle of the tent, is a bowl or fruit and sweet breads. Feeling grateful to Lord Gillian, Dustin wiped away his tears and held onto the basket along with his wrist. He felt that Gillian was right, his father would've wanted him to move forward. He was always pushing Dustin into the future with all the resources that were available to them. "I will work my hardest to see that my father's will is fulfilled." Dustin tried to motivate himself further.While on the horse with Gillian, Dustin felt safe. The Lord's strong arms guided him towards his future. He hoped to make him as proud as he wished he made his father when he was among the living. Dustin could've slept on the way to camp, but seeing his village reduced to little more than ash and charred bones made his fears come to life.As they arrived to camp, Dustin tried to push those horrific images out of his head. He nodded in greeting to the man who helped him into the mages tent. He sees the middle-aged woman and sat down the basket and followed the woman's directions by sitting on the cot. He slowly let go of his hand revealing a bloodied cloth to the woman. "Thank you for your service miss." He said after sitting down. Hearing the woman comment about his hurting inside him made him hang his head a bit. He closed his eyes as she washed his dirty face with the cool, wet cloth. Blushing at the woman's comment of thinking of the person to give his manhood to, Dustin quickly laid on the cot, it was quite comfortable at this moment. Dustin closed his eyes and couldn't help but think of the knight who saved him, which made him blush even more before he passed out under the woman.Woken by the sound of men running about readying the camp to leave, Dustin was still a bit groggy. The warmth of the blanket was a pleasant way to awaken. Dustin felt his new attire wrapping him in warmth as well. The flannel nightshirt was welcomed by him, it made him feel human again. He raised his arm and looked at his newly stitched wrist in bandages and a splint. It felt much better, almost good as new. He wiggled his fingers a bit to ensure he could still move them. Looking around the tent, Dustin saw Gillian packing up his gear as well, he sat up in the cot slowly. His stomach made a low growling sound that he usually awoke to. He saw that there was fruits and breads in a bowl in the middle of the tent and he tried to stand. Stumbling a little, Dustin steadied himself on the table. Lyons turned and sees the young man, "Ah, Good Morning Lord Dustin. Please eat and I sent your clothes to be washed and take the clothes fold in the chair to your left. They should fit you. We will shop once we are in Wildwood. Do you think you can manage riding a horse with that splint? You may ride in the wagon with the wounded if you like. I expect you to share my tent. You belong to my house and will be treated as family not as a retainer. You will keep your father's banner and tabbard for attending court. In town you will wear my coat of arms around your neck. I will have the goldsmith make you one. You are in morning and may comply to your customs. You need anything let me know. I am sorry to make you leave without burring your family. The priests will see they are given the rites to cross over. As soon as the winter passes I will bring you back. I promise." The elder lord hands off the last of his effects to his officers that are packing a wagon. Lyons checks for anything he might have missed.A knight of 18-19 years ride up on a steed much likes his father. He dismounts and removes his helm and and salutes. "Father, the men are ready. The camp is secure and await your inspection."Lyons returns the salute and nods approvingly. His mind is occupied and he looks to the younger lad. "Lord Destin, my son, Lord Jonathan. Johh see the lad is dressed and given warm covering. We must ride hard or we will not be able to cross the pass. We dare not disappoint Katherine and Miss Ann." Hearing what all Lord Lyons had to say, Dustin nodded as he leaned against the table. "Morning m'lord." He rubbed his eyes as he reached out to grab an apple. He looked at the chair with the new clothes for him on it then back to Gillian. He took a small bite of the apple as he listened closely to Gillian's information. "I believe I can handle a horse now that my wrist is in this splint." He held it up and wiggled his fingers. "I will proudly wear your coat of arms and share your tent." Thinking of sharing a tent with Gillian almost made him blush, but he quickly tried to squash that thought by taking another bite of apple. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping in the same cot as Gillian, he wasn't sure why he was thinking those thoughts. "Please do not worry for my mourning, I will mourn on my own time," Dustin urged hoping his mourning wouldn't be in the way of the generous Lord. Coming back after winter would bring Dustin more closure, but he didn't wish to think about any more death.Looking to the younger Knight that walked up, Dustin took another bite of the apple. He saw that it was Lord Gillian's son. He sat down the remains of his apple to greet the Knight. "Well met Lord Jonathan." Dustin tried not to keep them from their ride back to the town. "I should dress and get to my horse so we can ride then," He didn't want to keep anyone waiting either. He was a bit shy to change in front of the two manly Lords but did not want to seem feminine.Dustin walked over to the new clothes and held them up, it would be slightly difficult to clothe himself with the splint on. He would manage all the same though, he wanted to show that he was independent. He began to change into the new clothes that were given to him. He wanted to hurry so as to not delay them any longer. Lyons had his thing ready and the lower ranking men were forming to take down the tent. Lyons looks to his son, "Pick on these men to serve Lord Destin. He has no servant or squire. Get some breakfast and meet me at the road. I will lead these soldiers to their homes. Lyons meets with his officers and fellow Lords. He gave each their pay and took a few spoils of war. The soldiers were divided and ranks took many directions. With in the hour Lyons and his men were read to return home.The wait was brief and Jonathan made sure a boy of 13 a squirewas chosen. The boyrushed in to assist Lord Destin. He bowed to him. He was tanned from working outside, has blond sighly loose, curled locks down to the nape of his neck, light-blue eyes and medium build. He was not muscular nor was he too small for his frame. He was dressed in dark tunic and breeches."Mah name's Matthew McDuff, Your Lordship. His voice cracked as it was changing. He did not show it bothered him."He helped his Lord dress and saw that Destin was given a fine leather scabbard that allowed a broadsword to be un sheethed from behind the head. He saw that his lord was given smaller blades at his side and boots. Once the man was dressed he brought his master a fine gelding. The male horse was 6 hands high one of fine breeding and all over coffee colored. He was used to a man of lighter weight and was easy to manage.The squire assisted his master, "Sir, shall I ride with you or ride behind? Dustin was used to having a squire, but not having one proved harder than he expected. He was relieved when John picked out one for him. Watching as Gillian left, Dustin was surprised by the young squire that was picked for him. He looked back to Jonathan and smiled, "Thanks, I will put him to good use with this broken wrist." He then looked back at the squire as he introduced himself. "Well met Matthew, I am Dustin." He stated and showed he needed help dressing himself. He noticed how young the squire was and smiled t his cracking voice. Dustin was pleased with his new attire and his new horse. "He is a fine stead. I believe it would be in my best interest if you accompanied me atop my horse due to my incapacitated wrist. You could help me hold the reins. I would hate to hurt myself further and be more of a burden to Lord Lyon's family." He trailed off and smiled as he walked over to the horse. Patting him, Dustin looked to Matthew. "Won't you get on first, I may need help mounting this stead." Dustin requested. He was always polite to his help to make them more loyal to him. Lyons knew the winter was approaching and he wanted his elite to be home with him for Winterfest. This was a special time of year of dances, balls and the whole town took the month off for entertainment. The number in the rank were less than 200 by they arrived at the gates of the port city. The lord had sent a runner days ahead and along the main road were citizens waving handkerchiefs and banners. Welcoming their victors home once more. Lyons rode his men into the main keep. There the wounded and solders could join their families. He kept a number of the elite at his manor. This night he allows that wished to stay in town to celebrate to remain in the small village. The rest of about 25 -50 returned to the manor proper. He hand his son and Dentin to join him as they rode on to the manor. "I know Lads want to celebrate and are tired. You know Ann will have a meal prepared and Kate will be anxious to see us."It was dusk by the time they rode an hour to the manor and snow began to fall. "We will warm by the hearth and share brady and hot cider. How is your hand Lord Dustin? If you are in pain, Katie and Ann will have some salve or healing or other. Kate is a mage student.". Johh interupted, "She is top of her class. I can make a spark. She is very good at healing. Papa you should have let her come. The mages begged for her." Lyons frowns at him, "Katherine is not graduated and she is too young to see battle. I won't have my men looking upon her with blood lust. She is to see them at the Ball."They pass the snow covered meadow and 500 acre lake. There is over a mile of picket fence line with white battle stallions that fouled last spring. Lyons has them at a canter and stop to a walk as they enter the main gate with two fox heads. There the guards are lined up to greet the lords and other soldiers. Cheers raise and they are flanked by leafless oaks, retainers and guards.Once they are at the back of the house they are greeted by stable hands and a man that is over 6 feet tall, burly with graying hair. He bows to his lord, "We home Sir. Ann had food prepared."Lyons dismounts with a grunt and raises his hand to all outside. "Thank you all for a wonderful greeting. It is cold gentlemen and we are all exhausted and famished. Dismissed and officers dinner is prepared." Lyons turns to Johh and Dustin, "We are home boys. Safe again."They enter the house and are greeted by the servants and standing in the main hall is Kate. She is dressed in a light green velvet dress. She rushed to her father and hugs him. "Papa! I missed so and Johh come in." She looks at the young lord with them. "Please take a mug of hot cider. Do you wish to eat now or change?"Kate sees the young man has a hurt wrist. "Please come sit. I am Lady Katherine. Please call me Kate or Katie." The Winterfest was the last thing on Dustin's mind as they journeyed to Wildwood. All he could think of is all that was lost back in his home, and his new life with Lord Lyon's family. He would try his best to fit in and be helpful to the family that took him in. He was now an orphan, no family, no life from his past, and no hope to return. When he did return he would be alone in that shell of a town. A tear fell as he thought about it all. He hid it from the squire as they rode together.As they arrived to the town of Wildwood, they were greeted spectacularly by the town's inhabitants. Dustin had only been here a few times, and never during winter. The majestic frozen lands were very mesmerizing. The snow on the ground crunched under the many horses and wagons that strode into the town. The white fence that contained the beautiful stallions almost blended into the pale snow. As it became dusk and snow started to fall among them, Dustin tried to push all the negatives out of his head as best he could. Those thoughts would not help him here, they would not propel him forward in his new life. The thought of food being prepared for them all was a relief on his stressed mind.Dustin allowed Matthew to dismount before him so he could aid him in dismounting. He couldn't help but smile as they were greeted to warmly in this bitter cold winter. As they entered the main house, Dustin looked around at all the servants and was reminded of his home. He tried to shake that feeling once more and smiled at the elegant Lady Kate in her green velvety dress. It was definitely a warm reunion."And a Warm welcome to you Lady Kate," Dustin bowed to her and smiled, "Hot cider does sound refreshing. I can change after we feast upon the fine dinner that is surely awaiting us." He remembered her from their meeting trough their father's. After she seen his wound, he looked at it as if he nearly forgot bout it. He followed her and sat as she instructed. "I remember the Lady well. I am Dustin, Lord Dustin." He added Lord at the end weakly, he did not feel like much of a Lord without his home. "My wrist was broken in battle. It has been bothering me little on the trip thanks to my helpful squire Matthew." He held it out to show Kate. Kate cradled his wrist and she closed her eyes. She placed both of her hands over the splint. The mage removed the splint and slowly straightened his frozen cold hand. Kate opened her eyes as he felt his hand warm not only by the heat of her warm hand. He felt her mana that was a soft heat that become hotter slowly and he felt this penetrate deep into his hand and traveled through his body warming him all over. Kate smiled and let go of his hand. "The mages set it well. It will heal and feel sore a few days. Best you not pick up anything heavy. After we eat I will put ice in a bowl for you to soak it. M'Lord, is good to see you again. You must be starving."Kate greeted her father and brother with hugs and kisses on their cheeks. The men took their seats. Lyons sat at the head and Johh to his right and Kate sat on her father's left. Lyons did not bother to even talk. He was cold and hungry. He gave Kate nod and she began to take a platter of venison and placed a slice of the meat covered in spices. The aroma of cooked vegetable, sweet breads and cooked meats filled the room. Each was served spiced cider. The diners were quiet and only the tinkling of silverware could be heard. Knowing Kate's extensive magical training, Dustin was confident enough in her skills to allow her to take his throbbing wrist. He closed his eyes as he felt Kate's healing powers take over his body with warmth. The warming effect calmed his mind and body it seemed, making his worries disband for the time being. Opening his eyes once more, Dustin had a soothing smile across his lips. "Thank you very much m'lady. I will do as you instructed, I'd hate to burden you once more with another injury." He laughed.Watching the heartfelt greeting between Lady Kate and her brother and father made Dustin pleased to be here now. Taking a seat next to John, Dustin looked around taking in the sweet and savory aroma of succulent food all around them. He took a drink of spiced cider to start off this marvelous feast. He dug into his full plate of sliced venison, sweet bread, and cooked vegetables. His favorite was the bread, he loved how it went with the spicy cider.Dustin had forgotten all about his wrist after Lady Kate's healing session before dinner. He became full after eating most of his plate full of food. He wasn't a big eater, his father blamed his appetite for Dustin's lack of muscle. His father was a man's man when it came to sport. He was as strong as an ox and equaled his brawn with skill. It was a shame that man had to die in that raid, but Dustin couldn't dwell on that now. He took a giant gulp of cider to dull his mind for now. Kate passed food to him and she ate her meal. She was curious about the young Lord. She did not want to pry as he had just returned from battle. Lyons sat back in his chair as his body was sore. He drank a glass of brandy to calm his nerves. "Captain, see that all duties are to be kept to a minimum. Take a week rest and enjoy the season. Sleep in tomorrow and inspection will be done after lunch. You are dismissed. I will see you later tonight."Kate knew this was her brothers first major battle and he was very quiet. She noticed his hands where shaking. Lyons looked at Kate, "Katie, will you show Lord Destin to his room. I think the room across from yours will be suited." The elder lord takes a sip of brandy, "Lad, you may retire and enjoy a holiday for a week as well. Give you time to adjust to your home here."Kate looked at her father curiously, "She did not allow any of the soldiers to live in the house."Lyons saw Kate's expression, "Lord Dustin is orphaned and it was his father's wish he be here."Kate blinks and she looks at Dustin and places he hand over his arm. She leans to him, "This has to be so hard and I am so sorry. May I show you to your room?" Not paying attention to those around him, Dustin took a few more drinks of cider as he stared at his plate. Everyone seemed happy to be home and couldn't wait for the Winterfest that would be happening this month. Maybe that would help distract Dustin from his tragedy.Dustin looked up at Lady Kate as she got his attention by putting her hand on his arm. He was deep in thought again about his lost home. "I am fine M'lady. But thank you for your concern." He stood from the table slowly, "I would be honored to have M'lady show me to my room." He smiled and looked back at Lord Lyons and John before he looked back to Lady Kate and bowed to her and gestured for her to go first. "After you M'lady." He felt tired and was glad to be going to a bed.

The Orphan (Kate and Miss Misa)

Love-In [NWW+Kitt]

("Come on, Chase, babe. Justtalkto the girl. You don't gotta be her mom, just, like, a mentor. A role model."Davy was for sure leaning hard on this, especially for a guy who wasn't her agent any more. Chase stubbed out her cig with a jerky motion, and let her eyes roam around the walls of his office. Pics with bigshots, with sports giants; pics of him at this or that festival or awards ceremony, always pretentiously in the background, letting 'his' newest star take the limelight. Just so long as he got his fifteen per cent, and everyone knew who hadreally made it happen for whoever the paparazzi were focusing on.The office was a lot bigger than it had been back in the day, too. Fancier. "The Day" being the brief period in the early '90s, when Chasing Angels had been a wildly successful, topical grunge band- and the only all-female one, to boot. Shit had gone south, as it always did. Too much money too soon. Drugs, fights in the band, a new nickname: Chasing Skirts. Nowadays, they were about as well-known as the Trashmen, though with more and better tunes still on the C playlists.Davy MacGuire had been their agent back then, had pushed them too far too fast, into the blinding bright lights of fame. When the bottom had fallen out, he was in the wind, off to his new Big Star project. She should hate him for it, but Davy had a way of being smarmy, annoying- but not hateable. Not for long, at least."I'm nobody's role model, David," the ex-star growled, lighting up another Benson and shifting her long legs uneasily on his overstuffed 'guest chair'. Part of the reason she didn't hate himtoo bad was because she knew too damn well that a lot of the fault lay with her and the other chicks who had been in the band. Her own thing had been white lady and partying with young girls who, while legal, had still been too far under their parents' skirts to be really safe. The rumors had been a lot worse than the truth, but the truth had been seamy enough. And the tabloids, even the genuine trade mags, made sure the truth got drowned in the howling of the mob."I know, babe," MacGuire shot back, a bit of the aw-shucks leaving his speech. "That's why I called you. I was trying to be nice. But you fucked up, and then you got better. I hear you're even writing again. I need someone to show her that you can pull out of the spin.""Been nice you'd shown some of that concern for us, back then," she rasped. "For me." Okay, this was the annoying Davy, the one that had always pissed her off. Acting like nothing that happened around him had anything to do with him."Different time." He seemed unruffled by her anger. "I was a different person. I've grown." His smirk made Chase snort."Bullshit. She's a cash cow, and you don't want to lose another one." He shrugged. "Enlightened capitalism, then. Look, you wanna drag up the past, you wanna bust my balls, knock yourself out, Chase. Yeah, maybe I could have been more of a help when I saw you sinking, but we all had our shit back then. And you burned yourself down, darlin'. I wasn't stuffing a straw up your nose and picking up prom queens for ya." Knowing he'd pushed a little too far, he held up one hand, wouldn't meet her eyes. "OK, that was shitty. Sorry."Sighing, he set his hands flat on the desk. Mahogany. Solid, not veneer. Davy had come up in life. Fucker was even aging gracefully. Well, so was she, so fuck him. One reward for straightening up, maybe: at fifty-two, she didn't look much different than she had at forty. Not like Angie, their keys player, who looked like a prune last Chase had seen her. Or Alina, who was dead. "I'masking, Chase, okay? I'm a schmoozer, not a nurturer. That what you want to hear, fine. I'm sayin' it. I was shit at it back when you and the Angels had your issues, and I'm no damn better at it now." Finally, he looked up. "She's anicekid. At least give me credit for not wanting to see her flame out, aight? Can I not make a living and have at leastsomesort of sense of responsibility at the same time?"Chase took a big, dramatic breath. "No. You can't. You're full of shit, MacGuire." A tiny grin teased up one corner of her mouth. "But you're good at it." Nervous energy coursed through her, remaining symptoms of her former high-energy stage persona, and the addictive personality that had brought her down. She just couldn't hold still. Shifting, she draped a leg over the arm of the chair. "OK. Two questions. Are you fucking her?""What? NO!""For real?""Come on, Chase." He seemed genuinely peeved, which meant either he was telling the truth, or he was squirrelly about being found out. Could be the truth; sleeping with the talent could get ugly if stuff went sour. As Chase knew well."OK, ok." The second butt got ground out and she bounced to her feet, hands in the back pockets of her jeans. "So what's this wunderkind's name? And how do we hook up?" ( woke up bleary. This happened a lot. The right half of her was dead, her ass was cocked halfway in the air and her legs sprawled down some kind of covers. Her phone was vibrating. She didn't know where she was."Lo?" she said, picking up."Jayj? Jayj? It's Kendra."Course it was Kendra. Only person alive who called her Jayj was her sister. Who had once been her P.A. but now wasn't for some reason. Because J.J. fired her. That's right. Crazy, when you're in a band you have a stage manager and left on your own. When you go solo and blow the fuck up you need someone to feed you.J.J. sat up. She had nothing on upstairs. The tit with the piercing was sore as hell like someone had pinched it extra fucking hard or had been gnawing on it like a shark. Waist down was dark ripped hose that wasn't waist down: rolled over her white ass, like someone had tried to roll it back up when done with her. Fuck."No shit," she said. "What's up with the Artemisio clan?" She listened for the reply while sitting on the side of the bed, sliding her hand down the hose to find tell tale signs. She was convinced she didn't have sex last night. A look around showing a chintzy-ass hotel room. No: motel. Everything thin as paper, pretty as cardboard. Signs of someone there who was not there anymore."You're supposed to be in Vegas. You have a show tonight. You got rid of your security and no one knows where you are.""Right." Right. This was true. Fuck. It was coming back to her. The singer stood and pulled the hose back up, snapping the band around her waist. She was hungry and hung-over and needed a bump. Had to piss. Her small body felt like it was a huge lumbering dinosaur. But then it would shape up soon. It always did. Clearly it was morning... ish. Through the drawn, leaden curtains, she could tell. And hear motor traffic on at least a side road."Henderson," she belched. It was disgusting. "That's the town right over, right? Oh God, I need to puke.""Figured. You posted on Instagram a picture of your... tuchus. Said it was big enough to hold back the Colorado River. It... it has ten thousand likes already."The singer giggled hoarsely as she wandered toward the bathroom. Tiny wrapped bars of soap, tiny shampoos. Travelodge. Things felt better now that she was convinced she hadn't fucked somebody random. It'd happened too many times before. A glance told her the door to the outside was open. The latch hadn't closed all the way. So someone had been here."Fuck, Ken. Hoover Dam. We were going to see the fucking Hoover Dam. Do you know how many bodies are buried in the Hoover Dam? Like, when they were building that motherfucker. How many dudes slipped and like dumped right into the concrete?""No. No, I don't. Listen, Jesse James has a concert tonight, Jayj. That's you. Wake the hell up, okay? What are you, being a tourist?""It's only like an hour..." she belched again. Something really sour was inside her. The floor, she could see now that she skirted the bed, was littered with cheap-ass vodka bottles. The kind that come in plastic. She could afford way better. Some fast food wrappers, too. In-n-Out and Taco Bell. What the hell, man? She kicked the wrappers aside and opened the door into the blazing mid-morning light, immediately pointing her half-naked body in the direction of a family getting into their minivan on the gravel lot."Fuck!" she said. "Sorry!" And closed the door. Into the phone, she resumed. "I just flashed this nice family from Omaha. Uh... yeah. You didn't guess. None. Nobody is buried in Hoover Dam. I looked it up. Isn't that kind of disappointing? Like, a hundred dudes died making the thing and, like, the companies said it was all one thing in order to not pay their families money and it was really the other thing. Pneumonia, or something. One guy did fall in, but they fished him up after his, like, his lungs got filled with shit."Aha, here they were. She picked up her pack of menthols and tapped one out, grabbing some matches. A glance around the room reminded her she'd need to smoke out the window or go outside. There was a smoke alarm. Her mouth tasted so bad only a cigarette could burn that crap out. "Turns out a body decays in there and forms this bad air pocket and can really cause problems. So they have to fish them out.""Okay. Listen. Where are you staying? Your management has no idea where you are and resorted to calling me. They'll send a car loaded with fentanyl or whatever.""I don't do heroin. You know this.""How do I know? I haven't seen you in six months.""Shut the fuck up, Ken. You know I won't do that shit. Anyway... God, I just remembered. I found this gorgeous twink last night. That's what it was." She pictured his long, slender white body on the bed, his long blond hair, his slender cock. "It was weird as fuck, Ken." She lit up, oblivious, deeply inhaled. "That's it. Come to mama. Uh... we must have been wasted because we thought it was a great idea to come out here. Said he was only into dudes but meeting me made him rock hard. Like, being with a famous person. We..." Yes, she thought, reviewing the scene. "Yeah, we just hand-fucked each other after pigging out on combo number sixes. That's why I feel so shitty. It was like high school all over again. Fact, that's what he said. 'I haven't had my fingers inside a girl since high school,' he said. Maybe it was middle school. You should have seen him, Kendra. He was fucking gorgeous. Could have been a model.""Jessica, stop. I don't care. Tell me where you are. I'll let them know. They'll put you on a hand truck and wheel you onto stage tonight. Jesse James has sold out and they can't refund. You can't quit a show again this month.""I'm not going to do it," J.J. said, taking another drag and searching for something liquid in the room to drink. "Travelodges don't come with minibars," she muttered. "Anyway, tell them I'm done. I need a break. Okay?"There was half a Poland Spring left over, which she drained in two gulps before filling it in the bathroom tap before scrubbing her teeth with some motel toothpaste on her finger. Day's done. Future's wide open. What's it gonna be, J.J.? The phone buzzed again from where she tossed in onto the bed, no doubt the number of albums she'd sold, the number who would fill the arena in Las Vegas tonight. They can all go to hell, she thought. Go straight up the bunghole of hell. ( Abrams already didn't much like Miss Thang J.J. Ambrosio. Sold-out venue in Vegas, and the cunt blows it off? What the actual fuck? She could remember, albeit vaguely, getting on the damn bus at four AM with a five-alarm hangover, crotch still sore from whom or whatever had been up it that night. Watching the crowd sway and wondering if they were actually that into it, or if the rum-and-Coke-and-coke speedballs were doing something to her vision. Holding Alina's hair backstage five minutes to gotime, as she tried, poor brave stupid bitch, to stay straight for the show and her jones ripped her guts out. Whatever else they had screwed up, at least theyshowedup. Until the very end, anyway.Maybe that was the difference between a star and a superstar, she mused, bike buzzing between her thighs as she watched the street with one eye and the GPS with the other. When you were just a star, people still expected you to put out. Reachsuperstardom, and they cut you a lot more slack, like theyexpectedyou to be a shitburger.And, of course, the silly slit's acting out had brought Davy Macguire back into her life. Asking for a favor. What a fucking laugh.She almost missed the turn, leaned hard into it, squealing rubber and leaving a thin trail of blue smoke behind her oversized rear dirt racing tire. Yeah, bay-bee. She still had it, still the bad girl. Even if she'd sobered up. Mostly. The house surprised her, and her opinion of Ambrosio went up a tick. Way too big, even for the sort of parties the kid probably threw, of course. But it wasn't some out of the box McMansion, or an attempt to duplicate the Hearst estate. It was actually kinda classy, which made her wonder if Jessica had bought it herself, or had a money man do it for her.Quite openly, she rolled up the drive in neutral, parked in front of the right most of the three garage doors. Farthest from the front door, least likely for her to be in someone's way. As if she had every right and reason to be there, she pulled her bag off the back rack and stalked up to the door, leaned on the bell.Nothing. Good. Davy hadn't been sure exactly when his lost duckling would show up at home; it looked like Chase had beaten her in. With the same confidence, she moved around to the back.Ten foot privacy fence. Must be some interesting parties. But no self-respecting juvie-turned-rocker would be deterred by something so simple. Chase prodded it once with an rubber-gripped pair of pliers from her bag, dragged the jaws along the links to make sure it wasn't electrified. Satisfied that, whatever else she was, the Bandido wannabe wasn't a paranoid maniac, she started to climb. At the top she stopped, looked, listened. No sign of a camera. She made a thin whining noise in the back of her throat once, waited, did it again, more loudly. No canine death machines came hurtling around a corner to eat her face. It looked as if J.J. hadn't bought into the narrative of relentless crime in the the slaughterhouse cities of the U.S. of A.With a grunt, she heaved herself over the top of the fence, grunted and cursed as she landed badly. So, okay, she wasn't seventeen any more. She'd aged a little. Still. Face against the sliding glass, she peered into the house, looking for lights or motion. might as well have been a zombie apocalypse for all the action at chez Ambrosio.Satisfied she wasn't gonna get ambushed by a SWAT team, Chase stripped out of her riding clothes and wriggled into the one-piece suit she'd brought. Parking in a lounge chair next to the kidney-shaped pool, she took out her book, stared at it, sighed. Took out the reading glasses and put them on. Fuck being fifty-whatever. She was still totes humpable.And she settled in to wait. She hoped the silly twat got home soon. She really needed to pee. ( dregs of the morning, J.J. spent picking ash out of her navel, fishing around the sapphire-tipped stud with nicotine-stained fingers. It wasn't until the driver showed up that she finally threw her shirt on and scrounged up her wallet and her phone sleeve. For some reason, she'd thought to pack her birth control along with the uppers and vial of Bolivian marching powder, as the man once described it. She was smoking her last J and at some point had swapped from the mix of Mastodon and Sam Cooke she'd been mellowing out to. Kyuss, too. Some Curtis Mayfield. People get ready to cupid draw back your bow to sludge metal and prog metal about Moby Dick.She was now listening to the old stuff from when she was in Throes, her old band; the sentiment started creeping up the end of the bed and over her toes and feet and into her bones at the first outtakes on "Heavenly Human Condition." This fucking song. Rodge was badass right from the start, she'd forgotten, just a great fucking jam. Acie was fucking up the drums. There was a stab to this track, a deep sad sarcasm, that went away when they redid it for Disney. Shit. Like, how does that happen? It still had some acid to it, some wonder and, what's it, ambivalence, the version they put onto Cars 4: Boats in Harbor, or whatever. Played everywhere four summers ago. Last they told her, she still made five grand a week off the residuals. Streams, radio play, commercials. Other artists covering.But it was a piece of shit. A colossal, toilet-clogging, cloying, disgusting piece of caca-doodie. She hated the fucking thing.By the time a guy named Juan came by in an Escalade, she was ready to stretch her limbs, at least. The weed had woken her. She bounced back well. When throwing down, she was bouncing back before most party guests, still, her brain blaring with music and forcing the rest of her to follow. The torn hose she'd been wearing around her upper thighs upon waking had been rolled back down to upper thighs to diddle herself lightly to Mayfield's funky sweet voice and she rolled back up again, found the neon red hot pants she'd been wearing, and tossed on the shirt, which said, "I Don't Eat Pussy, I Eat Cats," over the dark fabric. Which didn't make much sense, if she thought of it, especially since the 'Don't' part was artfully x'd out in the design. Did eat pussy? Was that what it meant?There were at least a couple cars trawling around the exurb of Las Vegas looking for her, paparazzi who had been tipped off, and followed the Escalade out of Henderson.Normal routine was to head to the MGM, where the concert would be. As per contract, she had an extensive suite to get ready in. Wanted to keep the talent close. Ride the celeb elevator down. But she asked to be taken home instead. Not her only home. One of three, including the penthouse in Manhattan; at some point the sparkling, small Spanish colonial mansion had been acquired by her. Passive voice. It once belonged to J-Lo and some of her weirdo sex artifacts were still around, and closets that had been bashed outward into the surrounding rooms to make room for more clothes. David had suggested it as a good investment. Real estate. In a city that would soon burn up in the desert and was overbuilding as it was.She'd decided not to do the show. Not tonight. That spritzy ditz Britney Spears was a lifer in the City of Dopey Sin. Same as Wayne Newton, if he was still alive (checked: skin wasn't, he was). Idly, pulling up the long drive past rock gardens and bouquets of cactus, J.J. composed a mashup of "Toxic" and "Danke Schoen." She'd met Britney once, who was an absolute bitch. Talk about jealous.Chase, it turned out, only had about forty-five minutes to wait until her princess arrived, walking through the house as if she'd never seen it before. She took the normal route, somnambulating into the large central den, looking around, feeling the emptiness around her, the sunlight splashing in from outside drawing her toward the backyard. She slid open the sliding glass and stepped into the murmuring cycling sounds of the pool motors.Spidey senses tingling, she saw the shape of the one-piece before recognizing a body filling it. "Excuse me?" she called, ready to alert security against a stalker. Something about the louche length and angle of repose. She paused. Then she recognized a face she didn't totally recognize. She knew this woman. Not totally knew. But recognized vaguely. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" ( set the book in her lap and took her time sliding her glasses down to get a better look at Davy's most recent trash fire. "Mrs. Howard, I presume?" She didn't expect the kid to get the reference, but if she thought MacGuire would have her back if she kept fucking up, she'd get the samecoup de grace, figuratively, that her stage namesake had gotten in life: one in the back of the head from her 'friend' Davy. Chase knew all too well how that scene played.The girl was cute, the sort Abrams might have invited backstage (or at least into the back of the bus) once upon a time. Except. There was always a 'but' in these cases. If Boy Toy era Madonna had had a love child with Miley Cyrus and used Maria Brink from In This Moment as a surrogate, it might have come out looking like J.J. Soft, pretty features made up to look hard, nice tight body going soft while at the same time underfed. Piercings for the sake of coming across edgy. Always on the brink of an emosplosion.Fuck, it was like looking at herself at twenty. That wasn't going to help."MacGuire was worried about you," she said, tucking the book and glasses back in her bag and standing to walk over to the kid. "That's his story, anyway, and he's stickin' to it. The 'worried' part is probably true. How much of it is you and how much of it is his own 'nads..." She held out a hand, rocked it side to side, then offered it in the traditional greeting. "Chase Abrams. Davy thought I owed him a favor, and I was too stupid to tell him to shove it. Yay for nostalgia. So I figured I'd drop by, make sure you were still among the quick, at least. Where's your john? I'm about to blow a kidney." Jesus, close up the kid looked even worse. Not just hung over, more like ready for hanging."And when was the last time you ate a real meal? Christ on a crutch, girl." ( didn't get the reference to Jesse James's killer. Whether it was ignorance or befuddlement at finding someone in her backyard, the synapses failed to make any connections. There was evidence of a light on upstairs, at least: the girl clearly recognized an allusion that she was missing. Face clouded, her eyes flickered down the long legs emerging from the high cut of the one-piece. The lean waist. One-piece. Older woman. Still very foxy. Long, awesome hair. She looked her up and down. Kind of a rocker vibe. Those tattoos."You're..." she blinked, before Chase provided her name and she nodded. "Yeah! The lead singer from Chasing Angels! I loved the hell out of "Simmer to a Bang." Used the intro as a basis of one of my first songs." She said this blankly, still trying to figure out what was going on. "You had some killer stuff." Still trying to process, she gazed around the patio, over to the pool, back, trying to sense a party that wasn't going on, as if she'd wandered into someone else's house or into a gathering she didn't remember putting together. "What the fuck, man?" Absently, she shook the hand of the taller woman, a reflex from meeting so many fans.Then her brain backed up and fetched David MacGuire's name from where it was still floating. "You're doing what?" The name clearly did not excite her, and she turned away. "Oh, right. That fuck. Guess he talked to my sister. That butt munch wants to make sure I do the show, huh." The patter was coming fast and fierce. Chase was talking about herself, nostalgia, favors. She wasn't willing to listen to what she was on about. She was too tired and fried. "Are you a fucking errand girl now? Holy shit this business does a number on ya."But she knew this wasn't quite it. The woman's bathing suit. Her demeanor. There was something hovering about her. The helicopter parent. The parent, period. Just showing up at her home. It was vaguely annoying. "You could have pissed in the pool. Guy cleans it every other day. There's like a little cabana behind that rock garden over there. A little toilet in there." ( Chase had even seen the little shed-like structure, hard against a corner of the fence. She'd wondered why the builders had gone through the effort to raise such a big privacy barrier, then given would-be intruders such a gift. She'd also wished she'd known about itbeforedoing her bad spider-woman impression. Woulda saved some wear and tear on her knees.Sympathy for the spoiled little twat of a singer was lacking, though. "Yeah- must be hell, people paying big money to come hear you, and expecting you to actually be there," she snapped over her shoulder as she headed for the loo. "Why don't you mix us a couple drinks. We need to have a serious talk. And order a fucking pizza or something. I'll even pay, so it doesn't cut into your recreational funds. Jesus."It was dark and cool, chilly, even, in the toilet shed, especially once she'd shed her suit to do her business. She leaned her forehead against one of the damp painted brick walls. She'd discharged her responsibility to Davy, if it ever had existed. Right? The kid was alive, if not well, she'd been told her manager wasn't happy with her blowing off the show. If the dumb cunt wouldn't listen to her own self-interest, she sure as hell wouldn't listen to Chase. Right?Right?Grinding her face against the rough surface, she sighed. She rode McGuire like a bronco for not helping when Chasing Angels had been going into the tank- but hadn't they been just like J.J.? Obnoxious, mouthy, sure the gravy train would last forever, whatever they did? Full of themselves, which was the same thing as saying full of shit? The kid was a burning house, siding already peeling back from the foundations. Chase could walk, nod self-righteously when J.J. crashed. Shake her head in dismay if and when they pulled the brat's body out of the river, or the back seat of a limo, or......or she died hooked up to a million tubes, like Alina had, a totally unsexy tentacle hentai made ugly and real. Blowing a gasket while fucking and high wouldn't be the worst thing. Ending up like Allie, though. Shit. Could she let that happen without at least trying to do something? What else did she have to do with her time? And she could always rabbit in a day, or a week, and say she'd at least tried.Right?Shit. Like they said. Nothing worse than a reformed fuckup for telling you all the things you're doing wrong inyourlife. Live and learn, or don't learn and don't live. She knew the mantras, and the objections to getting involved.Don't hang out with druggies was rule zero point one in recovery.Fix you first, fix the world later,was another one.She was still tugging at her suit straps and getting herself settled in the cups when she came out. "Sorry," she said, half-meaning it, as she walked over towards where Jesse was still standing somewhat zombie-like. "I shouldn't come into your crib, total stranger, and start riding your ass. But girl, I know how this song goes. You don't want to go there." Walking by the young blonde, she opened the sliding door. "Where's your bar? I'll get us a couple of light hairs of the dog, then we can chat." ( had shucked her cloggish Doc Martens and was standing on the top submerged stair of the pool, bright, clean water lapping around her ankles, slicking up the sides of her dark hose. Her phone was in her hand. She was texting blankly, then stared up as Chase came round the shield of rocks. "You could have just come inside. The sewage, whatever, in that place keeps backing up. When too many people are over. This guy comes over to fix it and it's never fixed. I don't think he even really tries."Her eyes wandered over the figure of the old singer. Something sleek and elegant about her figure, even if she was really old. Wasn't there an old movie, like areallyold movie with some pervy dude watching the woman walk out of the ocean this way?But another thought was already glancing in. The apartment complex they used to live in, in Dallas, before they moved to Oklahoma. The communal pool. There was this lady that lived two buildings away who was tall and elegant and really with it. Like, she was a flight attendant or something and studying to be a lawyer. That's what they said. How did she have time to study travelling around all the time? Had pilots and whatever staying over at times. J.J. could remember the drapes over her sliding glass door. Wondering what was behind there. And the lady looking like a goddess when she was around the pool. Not as beautiful as a catalog or Victoria's Secret whatever but the Goddess of Secrets."He just gives us the bill and we pay it and he's back the next week." Her eyes travelled along the path of where the sewage line supposedly was, her voice blank and bored, thinking about money sloshing in and out in abstract ways. "I have some friends coming over. They expected me at the MGM so are heading to the parking garage. You can hang out if you want. I... Yeah, make me a drink, will you?"Finally having enough of the weird wet-hose sensation, she stepped out, leaving streaks of wetness on the deck, and finished a text. "And some others, maybe. If I go play, they can just stay here. You can stay here, too." She looked up at a house that didn't seem like a house, then back at Chase. "I don't get why you came? I mean, what does David have on you? That guy's a prick, you know? I don't even want to say what a prick he is."She moved past Chase and back toward the house. "I need to get this shit off. We can get pizzas, but I also have a cook. She's rushing over, too. I kind of jammed everybody up by coming here instead. Um, whatever you want. There should be full everything. Caspar drank all the bourbon last time but it should be refilled. I guess."The girl stood momentarily at the cusp of the door, distant and frowning, before moving in. There seemed to be a bar outside, but also one evident near the kitchen. Plenty of booze, it seemed. Within moments J.J. had blinked her way through the kitchen and breakfast nook and into a larger den, hardwood floors, cream-colored sectional, an assortment of other chairs, a massive TV above a functionless fireplace. In a bay window facing a large fence and some cactus was a baby grand. She was peeling her shirt off, having stepped out of her skirt, and was now only in her hose once again. As if in a fugue, she sat and started spreading her fingers over they keys and was trying a few things out, apparently fishing around for something in her head. ( started as humming under her breath as she mixed light tequila sunrises for them both turned to somewhat lesssotto vocecursing as she came into the den and found Jess nearly naked and zoned out at the piano."You planning on being bare-assed when your buds get here?," she snapped, sounding, God help her, like someone's mom, or great-Aunt at least, as she looked around for a coaster. She was not about to put the drink glass down on the piano itself. "Gonna make up for the show you blew off, or gonna fuck them all, or what?" Ribs, way too many. It was shame- the kid could be a knockout, but she was starving and poisoning herself.Pots and kettles, Chase? Her inner demons started tapdancing around the inside of her skull. And way to be supportive and nurturing and all that crap. We could just shoot her, and put us all out of her misery.Blowing an exasperated stream of air up through her own hair, she put her hands under the singer's armpits and lifted her off the bench and onto her feet. It wasn't easy, but she had a few inches on Jesse, and she hand't wasted all of the time since her retirement sitting around limping down Memory Lane- she worked out regularly. Most important, probably, was that she was sober and not wrung out on something. The youngster felt like a Raggedy Ann doll full of wet concrete, but up she came."Go," she commanded, giving Jess a not-entirely-friendly swat on the bum. "Shower, get dressed. I'll inventory the kitchen and put some snacks together. Your cook can knock something better together when she gets here, but you need some fluids and some calories in you to take the edge off." Looking at J.J.'s rocky, detached stance, she almsot changed ehr mind. "You OK to get in and out of the bathroom without breaking your skull? Or do you need me to scrub you down like a baby?"Under other circumstances, her words might have been a tease, and the idea would have appealed. The hangdog addict thing was a turn off, though. These days, anyway. ( wore an expression like Calvin when his father discovered him pounding nails into the coffee table and demanded to know why. She clawed feebly at the keys as she was lifted away and looked blankly after she was placed back on the floor. "I was..." she started, looking back at the ivories, whatever ditty she was working on popping away in front of her face like little bubbles. "I haven't cancelled the show yet. And they're my friends. I guess. I'm not fucking any of them."This seemed to be true, or at least she couldn't remember any of them, and in her deep abstraction she began to roll down her hose once again and stepped out of them, the last of it dripping pool water through her hands. Naked, she showed herself to be completely shaved, with a winking hint of something pierced down below. Her skin still managed to be fairly unblemished despite a diet of drugs and lousiness, although there seemed to be a congregation of scars or damaged skin inside her right arm, near the pit, that revealed itself beyond her breast as she bent and removed. This was Jesse James, desired by countless boys, even girls, their dads, maybe even their moms, and not too far removed from covers of People magazine.She looked ready to fight, once she was down to skin and bone, summit up to a yell at the invader into her home, the one demanding her do things; instead she shifted into obedient, a quizzical look on her face. "I can wash myself." A moment. "God, I stink. What the fuck?" And then. "Snacks? It's not like, a mom party. We're not watching Blues Clues."But she didn't seem annoyed by the idea. After a moment of unclouding, she seemed to recognize which of her living spaces she was in and padded off toward the stairs, avoiding per happenstance the wet tracks to the piano. Upstairs, as Chase raided the pantry and huge refrigerator, the sound of water could be heard running. The line about a cook seemed to be true: the place was well appointed, even down to what should be invigorating proteins like chicken and cheese, the easily spoiled items like greens, but plenty of junk, too.Not long after the little slip of a girl slipped upstairs, dazed and confused in her nakedness, her entourage began to appear. Or whatever they were. The crew hanging out in her hotel suite at the MGM. The circular drive in front of the mission-style house filled with Escalades and other heavy-set vehicles, darkening the bright splashes of concrete. Matching these hulking cars, the first in were two brutish MMA types, bald, Ukrainian or Serbian or something. Ostensibly bodyguards, they nonetheless hit the bar almost immediately after surveying the first rooms, glancing at Chase, and then set down on the sectionals.The rest were clones of Post Malone and some overly made-up pretty girls, Latina and white, more paste than anything, and then two black twinks wander in, draped over each other. The energy is an unusual mix of frenetic and somnambulant. Some wander into the kitchen, some into the backyard, others into the large den where Chase and J.J. last were speaking. Out come some drugs, some phones. No one seemed terribly interested in where the singer was, until at some point a buff guy with facial tattoos asked Chase, "Hey, you think she's gonna do the concert tonight? We have bets going. If Jesse doesn't, Kimba has to jump naked from the roof into the pool.""I do NOT, dummy!"And so on.After a half hour, the girl herself descends the stairs, hair a wet rope behind her, looking a bit more curious and active in the world, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. She seemed to barely notice those around her, acknowledgeing them mostly as ambient, used to them, and went up to the old musician and asked if there was any food. ( damn if she didn't feel like someone's mom. Maybe not J.J.'s- God forbid- butsomeone's.As soon as the pale naked form had finally vanished bath-bound, Chase had torn into the kitchen cabinets, fridge, pantry. The cook, when and if she arrived, could maybe knock something better together, but Jess needed food, and so did Chase, for that matter. And there was the issue of who knew how many leeches and teenieboppers and suckups and hangers-on about to descend on the place...So she stirred and rattled pans and toasted and tossed shit on plates. Cheesey bread, crackers and miscellaneous shit hat could be smeared, some sad-looking celery and some equally depraved-looking hummus. A couple bags of Trader Joe's frozen dumplings went in a big metal colander over the largest pot she could find, in order to be steamed into vague edibility. There was soy sauce, and some stupid little plastic envelopes of siracha from fuckall where in the fridge, and if it wasn't haute cuisine, well, Chase wasn't on the payroll.Errand girl my left nip piercing, bitches. But sure as shit, that's what she seemed to have turned into. How the hell did Davy keep doing this to her?She got it all set out in some sort of order before the locusts descended, many of them already looking lit up, more of them soon to be. Just what she needed. Just what J.J. needed, for that matter, a bunch of lazy-ass hopheads infesting her crib. At least they all seemed to know where the bar was, didn't need her to mix their toxins for them.The conversation was as stellar as she might have expected. Lots of flirting, who had stuck what in whom how many times in what public venue. "Excuse me?" That was a pale wisp of a girl wearing a few bits of what might have been some of her mom's lingerie. "Are these vegetarian?" Obviously, she'd mistaken Chase for the help. Sad. In her other life, the aging rocker woulda offered the elfin slit a sushi snack to make up for it. Instead, she just growled, "Bite on something and see, bitch," and went on to the next problem spot, mostly keeping any of the knotheads from setting a drink or a lit spliff on the finish of the piano. Or trying to crawl inside it to fuck. At least the kid had the grace to laugh. After a moment."Hey, babe." A snarky-smooth voice invaded her ear, while an arm looped around her from behind. A semi-detached hand came up to her lips holding a lit pipe, while the other wandered up, looking for something soft and smooth to land on. "Why don't you relax, come party a bit?"OK. Enough. Before the intruder reached his B-cup goal, Chase had his index and middle finger in a twisting grip. Then the guy's face was hard against the counter edge, the curved stone threatening to make one of his eyes into a putting cup as Chase's forearm ground against the back of his neck. "Don't...touch...the dyke bitch," Chase growled in his ear, adding a twist that all but dislocated his fingers before putting her foot against his ass and sending him tobogganing into the stainless steel, pedal-operated trash can and the pile of cups and plates that somehow hadn't made it inside.After a moment's total silence, the party broke up in a hurricane of laughter and catcalls. "Smooth, Derek." "Lady's man!" "You go girl," and similar nonsense rang around the high-ceilinged room. Chase was actually kind of embarrassed- she might have hurt the guy pretty bad, just for trying to cop a feel, and anger issues had been part of her therapy work for years. Look how wellthathad turned out, huh?It was then that she noticed that JJ had come back downstairs, and had caught the She-Hulk display in all its sordid glory. And was asking for food. Duh? Was she fucking blind? ( fresh scrubbed and coddled up in terrycloth like something living from the Hello Kitty catalog, stopped in the middle of the kitchen. Disarray all around. Laughter. In her hand, her phone, with earbuds running under the towel wrapped around her head. The hubbub of bodies was not unexpected and she barely noticed. The body writhing in the trash can was unusual."Dereck. Fucker. Someday you should just stick your hands in a blender."This earned further laughter, less genuine and spontaneous than before. One of the huge MMA dudes removed him from the rubbish as J.J. moved past. The food, at this point, seemed to present itself to her magically -- what was unseen was now seen. "Oh." She grabbed a stick of carrot, proceeded to munch on it. "Sorry about that dick. He's a... dick."A small flurry of activity, members of the entourage, or crowd, or whatever they were, seemed to present a pattern. One chick came up with a small vial. Another began nattering on about outfits. One of the slender black guys chimed out, "Honey, you've got an how-her. I meanIwouldn't do it, becauseIdon't like crowds, and you've got enoughmon-hee..." And so on."Chill! I don't give a shit! Hold on! This is Chase Abrams. Don't you motherfuckers know? Goddamn." Moving around the taller woman, she surveyed the nosh, picking up a plate and putting together an assortment like she was at a crafts services table. "Man, I haven't boiled water since Nova Drive." It was clear, from her screen, that she'd pulled up a Spotify list of Chasing Angels songs. "Sorry for these cumwads. I can't even get good friends together. These are just random assholes who work gigs in the area. I had some people who would just steal shit. Listen, how did you guys decide what to put onHeaven Cent? You put out an album nine months later and some of the stuff on this EP is better than the album. Why didn't you just wait? Did the label force you, or what?" ( tossed her own withering glare in the direction of the guy giving bad advice. Who was this chick, and where had the aliens taken JJ? Sure, she still seemed kinda sullen and bleary, but she was present, and somewhat engaged. Last thing she needed was some fuckwit dragging her back down. She snatched the vial, as well, and hip-shoved the would-be pusher to one side.It was also kinda pathetic, Chase thought, how she reacted to the younger musician's interest in the Angels' old projects. Somewhere inside a switch programmed by touring and doing release shows flipped, a groove worn in her brain by too much booze and too many chems opened, and the words flowed. "Heaven Cent was really what woulda been a couple of b-sides back in the day. Couple of things that we didn't like well enough to put onAngels in the Rainand Burning Wings, plus-" She actually blushed at the memory. Nice to know she still could, she guess. "Wrap Around Mewas based off a really crappy poem I wrote in High School. There was this guy." She shrugged, grabbed a just-opened beer from one of the mob, took a swig, handed it back, to a black look. "So we figured why not? We had a couple decent songs- and one stinker- on hand, no place to put them. The studio didn't mind, though we argued for like a week about whether or not it would count against our obligation. It was more money, more airtime-"The rest of memory was less fun. "Then MacGuire got into the picture. You know, that fuck ain't aged in, what, twenty-five years? I think he's got a selfie at home, no hair, psoriasis, limp dick." A sigh leaked from her. "OK, that's not totally fair. By then, we were already having our own internal issues. But Davy pushed us to get the next album out. 'Ride the buzz', he said. Shit. You're right-AirUnborn was a shit sandwich on artisan bread. Even the title sucked.""Wait- Chase Abrams?" One of the slightly less pie-eyed leeches had been hanging on the edge of the conversation, mostly studying the gap in the front of Jesse's robe, had finally clued in. "Chasing Angels? Shit, I used to listen to your stuff on the school bus..." He looked puzzled. "Thought you were dead."Great. Way to be shuffled gracelessly into that good night. Still, she supposed she should be glad someone here besides her semi-unwilling hostess had heard of her. "Does rehab count?" She sobered. "Alina. Alina Trenier. Our bass player. She died." Badly. But not alone- one thing Chase had done right during that whole shitstorm. Alina hadn't been alone.Turning back to Jesse, she lowered her voice. "Speaking of internal issues. If you're gonna make the show, you've got maybe fifteen minutes to get your shit together. Can stretch it to half an hour if there's a warmup band on site. Beyond that, you're fucked." ("Hey, I need that," protested the starlet as the vial was snatched away, but her protest was feeble, at least at the moment. She was too busy munching on a stick of celery and loading her plate -- which she left behind almost immediately -- as she listened to the history of the Chasing Angels EP, nodding vacantly. The party was starting to fill up, tertiary folk invited by secondary folk who were invited. "Yeah, I know the stinker you're talking about. I feel like all my songs are shit now. Like, I don't want to do them."The mutating crowd included some hangers-on, types excited to see Jesse James -- the real, ohmyfuckinggod real Jesse James -- and her arm was grabbed once or twice and there was loud chatter all around. J.J. dipped her stick into some French Onion dip and sucked on the end. "What's psoriasis? Should I know what that is? David's definitely not all limp dick." She rolled her eyes. "Believe me. He's tried it. Twice."Snap. Snap. Crunch. Crunch. "I don't really rememberAirUnborn. I do think it's kinda cool, or not, can't decide, but when you named songs or albums after yourselves. Like Bad Company had a song "Bad Company" and Talk Talk had a song "Talk Talk." Is that lame or is that cool?" Snap. "Everything Bad Company isn't cool. Answers my question."The singer watched the interruption, the skeevy dude remembering Chase Abrams from the school bus days, clearly trying to impress. Chase had to recount the band's misery. (Dude: "Sucks, man!" about Alina.) "Fuck off," J.J. grunted, then turned. To the admonition about time, she barely reacted. "They can wait. But we'll be okay. I think I want an accoustic guitar. Want to come upstairs?"The listless blonde was already weaving through the crowd back toward the stairs, tracing a hand down Chase's elbow as she went. "Come on." She mentioned, as afterthought, that Chase's band was partly named after herself, too. "Is that an ego thing, or a pun thing? Fuck... I'll need that vial, when you get a chance."The house was large, sprawling, the decor like a southwest version of any suburb's model house. Empty, well appionted bedrooms lay here, there, until J.J. lead her into the master bedroom. The robe was already coming off as she headed into a vast walk-in closet. "Help me get dressed. I have a shitload of band t-shirts. Something old school? Riot grrl? Something from your era." She bend, her shoulders flexing, as she opened some drawers. "I'm kinda into hose now. You mighta noticed. Maybe fishnets." She turned, her lean body passing by Chase's. She displayed no piercings on the front of her -- but then her midriff was rather famous, a rather glorious unmarked navel that showed up in press materials quite often -- but then there was the sapphire winking of whatever was piercing her clit. "What do you think? I won't have time to prep my backup guys, so I'm just gonna do it with me an a guitar. Crowds eat up the accoustic shit." ( of the old, evil vibes started to throb in Chase's chest- and lower down, as well- as Jess stripped off. Here was a naked party girl, a bit scrawny maybe, but still cute and very much the sort Chase would once have chased after, parading around. What would the harm be in snorting a line and wrecking J.J.'s bed with her? Sure, she'd miss the show, but an hour ago, she didn't give a shit. It was only Chase's own interference that had the singer even thinking of doing her gig. Or so the veteran flattered herself, anyway.What fucking difference did it make? Jesse James had already made bank, had earned in a couple years ten, twenty, a hundred times what the Angels had made through their entire career plus residuals. She didn't need this show. What was the damn point of dealing with the early shit gigs, with the travel and the crappy backstage food, the noise and all the God-damned people who think they owned a piece of you and wanted their piece of flesh or pint of bloodright the fuck now? Why do it at all if you couldn't just say 'screw it' once in a while?Abrams shivered. Oh, she knew that whispering voice, that siren bitch. That cunt would get you into all sorts of trouble, but she was never around when it was time to worship the porcelain god, to talk to the cops, to sign the checks for the make-goods. Never around when a childhood friend is wasting away, malnourished, brain-fried from her habit, being eaten from the inside by something she picked up from a shared needle..."Acoustic's good," she rasped, barely recognizing her own voice. "But the sound guys will need time to reset the mikes. Big venue, babe." Dragging her eyes from the lithe young body on display, hers for the taking if she chose, she stared into the closet (one of them) instead. "If you're gonna go unplugged...go retro for the rig. 80s grunge. Demin shorts, oversize flannel, flip-flops. Or hiking boots. Gel your hair some, frizz it out." The idea was starting to catch fire for her. "Don't be the bad girl everyone thinks you are-"and that those fucking cornholes downstairs want you to be"-be the waif. The Lost Girl. Go for real street cred, not the commercial hip-hop B.S."" ("No... not flip flops," Jesse intoned. "I have to move from the piano to mic. Move around a lot. But I like the rest. They're gonna expect my shirt off at some point. It's set up that way. Lights pick up my belly for the bleachers. Hey, grab that one, there, will ya? Bikini Kill. Old school." She gestured at a dark tee and took it from her, morose as ever, before pulling out a plastic case filled with underwear. Mechanically, she pulled out a thick, dark brassiere, ready to take the torment of athletic movement, and slipped it on before wandering away.It remained unclasped as she plopped on the side of her bed. The room was large, with dark cream carpet, the bed of dark wood and muted southwestern colors on the pillows and spread, everything tucked in gorgeously, like aBetter Homes and Gardensfeaturelette. In a corner was a Gibson Les Paul on a stand with a small amp nearby."Right," she said, looking up. "The sound guys. Fuck!" Rolling over to pick up where her phone had been tossed, she rang somebody. Meanwhile, "I'm so tired. I need that marching powder, huh?"Just then, a woman approached the door, a thirty-ish bespectacled blonde in pencil skirt and blouse who looked ready to deliver papers at a deposition, in her arms a clipboard. "Jay! Where've you been! What the hell, girl?" Her eyes shifted from near nudity to Chase and the robe on the floor. Everything about her was icy factotum and her jaunty script seemed, well, scripted, tired. "We've gotta zip, sister. Get into gear!"J.J. flopped over and looked up. "I need to change what we do at the hour. I want fifteen minutes for acoustic. The band doesn't need to do anything. Just change the set order.""You're not going to rant about anything, are you? Like, say anything?" The woman glanced again at Chase."No. Just singing. Is singing okay?" J.J.'s voice was flat: the decision had already been made. It was clear this woman only wanted her at the concert; probably, even, any noteworthy chaos resulting might be a good thing. "This is Chase Abrams, bee tee double-yew. She'll go backstage. And ride over with us. How much time we got to play dress up?"Languidly she got back toward the closet, snatching the tee from the floor, fastening her bra, and stuffing it over her head. "Where's the flannel? Purple or red? Or... green? What was that place Kurt was from? Aber-something? Hey," she said. "Claire, get the driver going. I'll be down in five." ( appearance of the P.A. or gofer or dogsbody or whatever the hell she was annoyed Chase. Seriously, if J.J. had a fucking staff, why the hell hadChaserun all the way out here to check on the slag? Still, she'd learned hard way the best method for dealing with petty peeves was to ignore them, so she frosted the lackey. Frosted her even harder when she got The Look from Miss Messenger. The one that said, 'I know you're just some disposable fuckbuddy of hers, and I'll never see you again. I'm better than you are.'Chase said nothing until Claire had left, then she moved up behind Jesse in the door of the closet. "Let's try to do the show straight tonight, huh? You can always do a line after, if you need it to get home." Yeah, he was facilitating. Fuck you. If she could keep J.J. from getting lit up again before she got on stage, she'd call it a win. Baby steps."As far as outfit-" Resting a hand on the shorter girl's shoulder, she fought to choose her words. "I'm the last person to tell you not to show off, babe. You look great in your skin..." (Hey, come on backstage, I'll intro you around. Want a tour of the bus? Here, have a drink. It's getting late. Why don't you get comfortable, just crash here with us. With me. Damn you're beautiful. Do you mind if I...Can I call you a cab?)"...but if you're gonna go acoustic, why not change the whole vibe and stay dressed? Don't be what they expect you to be. You already got Miley in that space, an' whassername with the big tits, Katy Perry, channeling Madonna, and the Swift kid and her legs-" Which she'd love to get between her own self. "Sex sells kid, no shit, and it draws big time. For a while. First wrinkle, though, and you're done, if that's how you've set people up to think about ya."Honesty time: was she really concerned about Jesse, or was it her own jealousy talking? Knowing it had been her, thirty years back, with the leather bustiers and the hot pants and the fuck-me boots, everyone wanting to see her tits and her ink as much as they wanted to hear her voice?Honesty returned: couldn't it be both? Knowing now how the crowd could eat your soul, chew you up and spit you out, if you gave 'em too much of your body as an appetizer? Or- and she didn't let herself dwell on this too much- was it just that she didn't want to share the view she'd had of J.J. in the buff with anyone?That'd be sick. Fuck that."Green or red, with your hair. At least until it grows back out. What the hell's your natural shade, anyway? Nobody'sbornthat blonde, any more'n I was ever a real redhead." ( popped off the bed, glaring in the direction of the departed factotum. "She's more for the hotel. Claire follows me around making sure I don't trash hotel rooms. But the last one wasn't even me. I don't know who did it."She was referring to an incident that happened in Houston. A smash-up with small spot fires that made national news. The singer slid past the taller, older woman and back into the closet. "Red... or green. My hair? Like, this ratty craphole brown. You know how you say nice brown is brunette? I can't even say brunette. Life's like this thing where you hide all the crap and disappointment." She tugged on some jeans shorts, showing off her girlish legs, and buttoned them up before patting her tummy trying to remember something. "Green. Red. Let's take both. Nice thing about having someone fill your closets."She turned and lifted her eyebrows, widened her eyes at Chase. "Ready? I do need something to get me going. I get that you don't want to supply. Stupid to ask. I wasn't really asking."Before leaving, she scrummaged beneath the racks and grabbed some Docs and thick socks and walked down the stairs barefoot. Then disappeared into the crowd. Hoots and hollers and cascades of various reactions as she moved, well-wishers, shoulders-clapping, air guitars, devil horns thrown in the air, air kisses, ass grabs (both ways), some people denied that they could come. The vibe was that the party was just starting: in several hours this place might be a demonic throb.She reemerged, beckoned to Chase, and they headed to the driveway, where a huge Escalade was chuttering at the curb, the actual circular drive packed with cars. Still barefoot, she trod on to where Claire held the door open from the inside. "This is Chase," J.J. told her. "Coming with, so you've gotta move. Sit up front with the driver. Hi, driver. Also, I forgot to eat. I want Wendy's. There's one two blocks over. Come on, Chase."Settling into the sparkling, rich interior, she pulled out her procured vial and spread a bit of powder on the base of her thumb and snorted it. The driver patiently waited. "Alright. What do you want?" J.J. held the vial semi-outward, but not insistently. "I mean from the value menu. I heart Motley Crue ate an entire swordfish before a concert once. Raw. Like, on a bet." ( she looked at the half-offered vial, Chase's nostrils flared, and one cheek twitched ever so slightly. Oh, how she remembered the rush. A snort before the show, a little down to sleep. The time she'd picked up the corn-fed blonde twins in whereverthehell Iowa, and they'd all got lit on Ex. That time, they'd actually had to drop the girls off at their own corner- the three of them had been up fucking all night, hadn't even noticed the bus start moving. All of them could barely stand, let alone walk. The all-night bull-and-writing sessions, tripping over the stacks of empty bottles, booze and pills both, the next day.Mushrooms with Alina, the one time they'd gotten it on, exploring each other top to bottom as if they'd never met, had never shared a dressing room.Oh,God, she remembered. The dragon stirred, figured what could ithurt? And maybe, if she showed Jesse she was cool, the bitch would show her some more skin later...With barely a tremble, her hand reached out, closed around the vial where it sat between the kid's fingers...and gently eased vial and hand both back towards J.J. "Thanks, but I'm good." The little glass tube felt hot, as if it would melt her skin, stick, when she tried to take back her hand.She made herself laugh. "Damn, girl, I'm over fifty. I can't eat the same shit you do. I'd normally go for sushi, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna get it at the arches." She hadn't really intended it as a flirty comment; she watched her diet pretty hard. "Maybe just a fish sandwich, and I can donate the bun to the birds, or something." ( paused with the vial back in her hand, watching Chase's desire and hesitation; she studied the older woman for a second, then turned. "Here, Claire," she said, reaching over the seats and tapping it on the company flack's shoulder. "Stick this in your bra. I'll need it at half time."For a moment she seemed vacant, thinking about something, then started tucking her feet into the thick socks. Her toes were painted red, a bit chipped. Then she laced up her Docs. "Over fifty," she mused, as she did. "Fucking Davy is over fifty and he looks like a shithouse rat that ate too much of his furniture. You look fucking fantastic. When I die at 27 I hope to look that great. It's Wendy's by the way, I can't stand McDonald's. There's a spread at the concert, if you want. My rider calls from some pretty good stuff. For my back-up band. They won't mind. Claire, I'll want a triple cheeseburger with bacon. They're two bucks. Give me two. Don't forget to turn in the receipt with all the lobster you eat. I want some fries, too. And some Sweet N Sour sauce. Oh, fuck," she said, looking at Chase, her voice not rising. "That'sMcDonald's. I'm screwed."The Escalade tucked into the back entrance at the MGM, driving down into the parking garage warrens beneath the huge casino, where they were dropped off at a secluded entrance. A few of those strolling from their cars spotted the starlet and started shouting just after she entered the dark-panelled automatic doors. Soon they were rising in a mirrored elevator car and then lead to the venue. "You know how this shit works," J.J. said to Chase. "Claire, get her a pass. If I don't see her after, I'm gonna gut you. And remember the accoustic bit after "Silver Lake." Fuck, why am I telling you? Can you send the stage manager while I get ready?"She stopped outside the elevator, looked down the pale, affectless corridor, and sighed. Turning to Chase, she gave a wink. "Watch from the wings. I have something in there for you. Inspired me a little." ( couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Claire. Probably, it was reinforced by vague memories of acting the same way towards, not her own staff- they'd never really had one- but towards venue managers and the like. As she watched Jesse strut towards her dressing room, she sighed and half-turned to the harried assistant. "Can't wait to see what she's like when she's thirty," she murmured dryly. "She's already a bitch queen."Still half-watching the receding sway of J.J.'s hips, she offered her hand across her body. "And she never really introduced us. Chase Abrams. I used to work with her manager." It didn't cost her anything to mend the fence a bit. Probably she'd never see Claire after that night. But she really didn't want to get into a detailed explanation of how she came to be hanging out with a talented but annoying bint like Jesse and her crowd of party children half Chase's age. ( barely turned toward Chase; she'd conjured up her phone and was texting in a whir and simultaneously calling up a phone list. "Chase. Nice," she said, not looking up, her voice unimpressed. "Jesse James is one of the most talented stars we have ever seen. We will hear from her for a very long time. Hit after hit." Finally, she looked up. "I can't wait until she crashes and burns, the piece of shit." And then, "David McGuire?" Here was the unvarnished truth. "That man is the smartest man in the industry. He's like a white Quincy Jones, but smarter. I'd lick between his toes if I could, just to learn a quarter of what he knows. I gotta jet." She snapped her fingers at a velvet-coated concierge type, telling the woman to show her on.The area outside the green room was relatively spacious. Some of J.J.'s backup band and two of her singers were milling around with others, industry types and some friends, near a table stacked with cold cuts and crudité, candy and brownies. Enough people were there that Chase could blend in seamlessly. She looked more the part of the band mates, of course, many of them grizzled session musicians. Long-time pros. The chatter she overheard had as much to do with golf scores and room service than anything; some of the family member-types were hoping to meet with J.J. before or after the show. Might have been a few contest winners, as well.Time stretched. There was a commotion, if minor. The band was called away, munching on crackers. It seemed the set list was getting changed. The star wanted a violin. She couldn't play it. She wanted to get someone. Then, after thirty-five minutes, Jesse peeled out, motoring like a steamship. She'd changed into a short tulle skirt of pink and blue over dark leggings. Upper half, a shocking bulky coat made entirely of red fluff, like a plush stuffed animal, and a white cowboy hat, oversized. She wore moon boot sneakers. It was all ridiculous. The young girls nearby cooed.Anyone who was interested was shuffled off to the wing, where they could watch unobstructed, if at an angle, and come and go as they wished. The moment that J.J. took the stage was unmistakeable, whether Chase was nearby or not: the capacity crowd had been chanting and breaking down, chanting again, over the slight delay, and perhaps expected more. The crescendo of roars was astounding. They could barely hear the grave, baritone voice announcing her presence.J.J., as morose and molasses as she had been previously, retained this guise as she came on stage. Instead of primping and pounding, she played as if her get-up was burdening her, like an old woman or invalid. She'd snatched the mic off the stand and seemed to not know which way to turn. The lead guitar, a tall, angular-looking guy, was already well into the start of "Forgive Me or Forget Me," one of her first hits. She started crooning, begging her lover to see things her way, uncertain if he will; the moment the bridge hit, pyrotechnic lights slashed out and she ripped off her skirt, a moment preceding what came a short time later when she shucked the coat. By now she was grinding her hips, clasping her hat on her head, riding the air like a horse. She had a skin-tight shirt on, dark as her leggings, showing that famous midriff, and now she was cascading fury down on the man who wouldn't let her back.The back-up singers were lining up to get on stage, two black women, one middle-aged and heftier, the other skinny, and a blonde woman with teased-out hair. As the number shifted, they started moving in the darkness to their spots. After a brief moment where J.J. kicked her doffed clothes out of the way, the woman started humming in a harmonic intro, which would be, "Garden of Silence," from her last album.Chase realized a man was standing next to her, an older black man with a sweater vest over his belly and a cabbie hat. Even elderly, one of the back-up singers' fathers. "I don't get why she don't straighten up," he said to her, watching. "So damn talented. Such a waste." ("And the horse you sucked off this morning, bitch," Chase murmured, flashing a pair of middle fingers at Claire's retreating back, then glaring at the startled escort. Real mature. Hell, she'dinvitedClaire's snark by making her own comment about J.J.'s behavior- where did she get off feeling all protective all of a sudden?Or maybe it was the bit about Davy-boy being the 'smartest man in the industry'. It wasn't even close to true, though it wasn't entirely false, either. But he was also an asshat, so hopefully when Claire darling got down on her knees for him, he'd be wearing a barbed wire codpiece...Mostly, the veteran worked at staying out of the way and invisible- which was pathetically easy, given the crush of tech types, screw members, assistants, public relations pukes, sidemen and hangers-on. Kind of a blow to the ego that not one God-damned person recognized her. Hell, even one of Jesse's hopped-up couch surfers had known hername, at least. Even if he had her consigned to the realm of the not-quite-forgotten departed, it was better than a bunch of folks who didn't even give her as much regard as the furniture.Listen to you whinge, bitch,she chuckled internally.Wassa matter, snookums? Nobody want an autogwaph?Jesus. Pathetic. So she ate some fruit and cheese, grabbed a few celery sticks and swirled them in the craptastic Ranch dressing. Sucked slowly on a beer that was at least decent. And let herself be herded, one more cud-chewing wannabe, to the viewing spot.There was no denying the energy, even though J wasn't at her peak. She was a good writer, maybe a bit unpolished; she worked the whole stage, gave everyone out in the crowd those few seconds of eye contact that made them feel special. There was also no denying she was just going through the motions, even when she semi-stripped off. If you were gonna do fan service, Chase figured, you ought to at least enjoy it. Slut it up the whole way, otherwise, keep your damn pants on. That was one thing she hated about a lot of Taylor's performances. The girl was drop-dead gorgeous, knew it, worked it. Then she'd land a big New Year's gig on TV, or whatever, wear the short skirt and the sparkly top with no bra- and look bored. It was a cheat.Or maybe that was just her libido talking. What the hell did she know? She'd never pulled in more'n a hundred grand, maybe a hundred thirty at the Angels' peak. Maybe audiences didn't want to work that hard.She turned a bit when the brother next to her spoke, ridiculous momma cat claws coming out again, ready to defend a kid she didn't even like. The guy's eyes, though, and his body language- it wasn't another Claire thing. He got it, had been there, done that, somewhere. Hell, he looked to be past even her own age; if his daughter was singing on the side, he might have been in the business. They might even know a few of the same folks. Those that were still alive, anyway."Some folks got to hit rock bottom before they bounce. You know how it is," she replied gently. "I hope she ain't one, but I'm afraid she might be." Keeping half an eye on the stage, she offered the old dude a hand. "Chase Abrams. In theory, I'm kinda-sorta supposed to be looking after her. But that's kinda like herding cats, if you feel me." ( black man Chase found herself speaking to truly was of the elderly variety, although the range wasn't clear. He nodded and was glad to have someone to speak to, despite the howling sound nearby. "My daughter," he said. "She's the middle one, Cassandra Hope," by which he meant the larger woman. "This is a second career in show business for her. Had a chance to go solo once before going back-up. Now is going back-up again. She's gonna be on The Concealed Singer next month, that show where they turn their seats around and pick you. I hope the best for her."The numbers shifted to some peppy, near-techno type things, where J.J. stormed around the stage and the walkway thrust into the crowd. It was clear she'd done this many, many times. At the end of one song, she wheeled toward the raised drum set and plucked a large pair of shears off the rise. "Excuse me, Ms. Chase," the man said. "You look fancy enough, you know, in a rock-n-roll kind of way, to be there with those boys in the band. It's not my thing, really. Not my kind of music, if you don't mind me saying. But a couple of them, that guitarist, they kept looking your way. Don't know if you noticed."The next bit had J.J. hollering about how she couldn't be pressed down, she couldn't be defeated, which was something of a common trope in her songs, and she began to ceremoniously and ostentatiously cut down the side of her leggings from her hip, revealing a scorching hot pink pair of tight hot pink shorts that barely contained her pert ass. Clacking (silently) the scissors overhead, she went into a version of "Defending My Rights" before finally finishing the other side. With a flourish, then, she tugged off her shirt, showing a very small dark bikini top. A roadie rushed on stage to give her a guitar, which she strapped on and began fairly competent fretwork. It wasn't terrible.She played in this set-up for a few more songs, a mix of hits and deeper cuts, with some dancers that came on stage helping to hide, along with the heavy ivory-colored axe hanging from her neck, how only competent she was as a dancer. Then, after squealing feedback, she rushed off stage, passing the VIPs, huffing and puffing.She turned. "Chase. Good! How do you think?" She sucked in breath. Whatever dismay and despondency and disappointement and dreadful reluctance she might have felt throughout the day, it seemed once she got on, she was on. Sweat dripped down her hairline and she patted herself down with a towel that contained more material than her entire outfit. The crowd began rhythmic clapping and shouting.A glance showed her tugging jean shorts back over her hot pinks and then a hurried buttoning of the green flannel. She kicked her sneaks off and, after a moment, decided to go back barefoot. Soon she was back on stage, but gave a last glance at Chase, mouthing: "Watch."A tall stool had been brought out; the band had discretely exited the stage, a spotlight now training on her. The crowd died down in confused excitement. An acoustic guitar was placed in her hand. "Where's the looper? She asked. Fuck "Silver Lake," I'll play that later. Oops. Sorry for the cussing." Cheers, shouts.She fiddled with a dark box on a dark stand next to the stool for a moment. "Alright, everybody. Listen. I'm doing something I planned only like two hours ago. So... first time ever." Cheers. ('I fuggen love you, Jesse!') Whistles. ('Take off them clothes, baby! You got too much on!') "Shut up. Hold on. So... look. I want you all to listen. Life is... life. It's a weird thing. I know it's kinda stupid to say, but you only get one of them. Then you get born again as a cockroach. But seriously, if you don't tell people to go fuck themselves, to give you space, to, like, be who you want to be, actually be, and not that Disney crap, then I think you blew it."She turned a knob on the device."But I know that's hard. Because we got rent to pay and work jobs and all that bullshit. Maybe we should just torch the whole thing. But then, I don't know what I'm talking about. I wanted to get the violin off this track, this song I'm about to play, it's by The Raincoats, this really old band, but the suits didn't let me. So I'm gonna hum it."She turned the device on, hummed a few swooping bars into it, then a change, and then turned it down. "Alright. Here's a medley. I promise I'll get naked and dance around later."Her aptitude with the acoustic guitar was perhaps a bit better than the electric, with some feeling to it; or perhaps she was doing something she wanted to do. Beginning with No Doubt's "Just a Girl," this proved to be a feint and she slid a finger onto the dial of the looper; out came the high pitched humming she'd done, and a version of this came out: "No One's Little Girl ("All accoustic, plucking the deeper strings for the bass, emphasizing the lyrics. Then she began some lines that might have caught Chase's attention. "Now here's something from Chasing Angels. For someone, I don't know why the fuck she showed up, but I remember their stuff and they were dope." The song was "Rain Washes," one of the softer cuts from the first album. She finished with a somewhat strangulated, goofily uptempo version of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." "Did you know that was a cover? Cyndi didn't write it. Some dude named, uh, Robert Hazard, and he put it out years before. Like, what does this mean when it's sung by a dude instead?"She gave a last strum before stopping the strings with her hand. "That's... that's it." For a moment it appeared like she might just end the show, then. The crowd was anxious but suitably impressed, with no real knowledge of whether what she'd done was good."Alright. Let's finish the set. Crank the party back up." ( the glances, and they kinda pissed her off. Though most of the band was older than Jesse- well, hell, who wasn't, except for one or two of the backup singers, the dancers, and most of the audience?- she pretty firmly doubted that any of them recognized her, and were staring offstage in a mixture of nostalgia and starstuckness. Far more likely they were wondering if she was someone they could get a leg over, or maybe a scout from a studio. Or hell, maybe just 'What's with the old folks' show backstage?'Whatever the reason, it wasn't cool. Pain in the ass she might be, but it was Jesse James' show, and her money that was buying their booze and smoke that night. They needed to get their shit together and pay attention to what the fuck they were getting paid for. Finally, she sent the message by locking eyes with one of them and staring him down. Just because J.J. was an upjumped unprofessional slit a lot of the time wasn't an excuse for them to pull the same shit.The girl herself came storming offstage, mouth moving as fast as her hands as she changed clothes, not really expecting answers to anything she said, or sure as hell not paying attention if she did. That part, Chase got. Even now, when she wasn't at her best Jess was in the moment, in her own little space, She might not even know she was speaking: Chase herself had been told once by a fan that they'd had a ten-minute conversation during intermission at some bar showcase or other, and she'd had absolutely no memory of it. Of course, that could have been a chemical situation, as well...Then she was off again, to feed the audience monster some more. The switchup was awkward, but probably good for her head, and for the crowd's ears. Hell, it was almost a meme, what with Disturbed covering Simon and Garfunkel. and whatsername ripping off The Sound of Music for one track. You almost weren't anyone if you didn't crib someone else's tunes, make them your own. Of course, some times people got uppity about copyright and shit, but that's what you had an agent for, to write them a check and make them go away.Chase wasn't expecting to hear one of her own songs, though, and it was a punch to the gut. She hadn't really been listening all that much, not being big on the less edgy part of the 80s. But the first chords of Rain yanked her attention back to the stage. She had to look away before J.J. finished the tune. it wasn't one of her best, but it wasn't bad, and the kid did a decent job of it. It meant more, maybe a lot more, now that Chase was older, had stood in a lot more rain and had seen a lot more shit get washed away.Fucked if she was gonna let the little twit see her cry, though. "Need to find the loo," she murmured to Mr. Hope, and slid off to the backstage wall to listen to the end of the tune. When Girls Want to Have Fun started, she chuckled. Cyndi had been cute. Fuck, they'd all been cute, and horny, and stupid. Just like J.J.This time, she really did go looking for a rest room. ( crowd didn't know how to react to what J.J. was doing. She wasn't known for acoustic sets and as a whole they were too young or generally too disinterested in music to really follow what she was intending to do, much less identify the weird songs she was coming up with. If any of them recognized even a single one of the covers, they were scattered and isolated.After she switched back into the high-energy, amped up rest of her show, the starlet seemed more confused and addled than usual. There were swirls of catcalls and calls of approval and jeers, coming from various areas of the small stadium. She slid from one of her better-known tracks to the other, stomping and blaring her voice into an upraised microphone, but in between she glanced at her backing band, paused and stared at the dark stage. It was increasingly clear she was searching for something that was lost, but whether it was a moment of control or otherwise wasn't clear.Chase returned from the Ladies' in time to see the girl pause -- in fact, stop strumming the intro to "The Desert of the Real" entirely, with the drummer falling off doubtfully -- and start talking to the crowd. She stepped up to teh mic in its stand. "Listen. Listen, everybody. I know sometimes we talk to our crowds and tell them to, like, reach for the fucking stars and all this bullshit. This Disney bullshit. Whatever you wish to be, the star or whatever, that's what will happen. I'm here to say stay in your fucking lane. Be happy with what you have."Some cheers emitted at this, as the crowds seemed to not be quite understanding her. "Don't dream of anything big. Stardom. Or bettering yourself. Because it's all bullshit. All you get is surrounded by crappy people and you lose the people who matter. Alright. Now I'm gonna skip that crap-ass song and play... "Languishing." Bill, we were going to do that third. Let's just skip the in-between, okay?"She paused and held a hand up to her forehead, like she had a headache, or was trying to recollect something. "I don't need a guitar for this." Unstrapping it, she held it out for a stage hand, who rumbled past and snatched it. The singer then doffed her shirts, showing her naked torso with what appeared to be gaffer or other vinyl tape as plusses over her nipples. Then she shucked her pants, showing the hot shorts she had on earlier. The audience, getting a moment it was waiting for - some kind of meltdown - started screaming as she blasted out a "ONE TWO THREE FOUR" and ripped into what was going to be the last part of the set. The band was a shambles, but, as professionals, quickly locked in.Trotting, jigging, head-banging, sweeping her hair, all essentially naked, Jesse James entered into a manic last four songs before announcing, "There will be no encore. Stay fucking safe, everybody. Good night." Tossed the mic onto the dais where the drum set was, and split. She thundered past those standing on the wings with wild hair and frantic eyes that looked a bit watery and vanished quickly toward her dressing room. A chubby tech guy wandered after her with the clothes she chucked on stage, whereupon Claire snatched them out of his hands, standing there looking uncharacteristically nonplussed. ( wasn't the only one off balance. Between the emostorm triggered by hearing J.J. cover one of her own songs, the general fuck-uppedness of the entire situation, and, yeah, the rush of lust triggered by seeing the nubile singer jog offstage just a few threads shy of a morals arrest, Chase was not in the best of heads.But hey, age before beauty, experience trumps enthusiasm, something. Shaking off the brainlock, she growled "Give her her damn clothes, nitwit," at Claire, tuning out Mr. Hope and all the rest, placing herself in such a way that some of the fuckwads with cameras couldn't get a clear shot of Jesse. Not waiting for the drone to react, she grabbed the flannel off the pile of shed garments and draped it around the shivering singer's torso, giving her some modicum of privacy from the backstage crowd. She rounded on the gofer, trying to keep her sudden irrational anger under wraps. "Be useful. Go make sure the limo is at the stage door, and there isn't a mob scene out there. Then-" Her glare tracked across to the stage door. "Start making plans to audition some new sidemen. Those fuckwits don't know how to stay on task." She had no reason to expect Claire would actually follow her orders, but she'd found through the years that when folks in positions of nominal authority hesitate in a crisis, it's because they want someone else to step between them and the bullet they see coming. Abrams had no standing to tell anyone what to do, butsomeoneneeded to make sure this shitshow didn't make the puddles any deeper."Put your fucking pants on," she growled at J.J., handing them to her. "And tell me the truth- are you tripping hard, or just wigging out? Either way, I'm getting you the hell outa here, but where we go depends on what the fuck just happened to you."Are you crazy?, she challenged herself.She's not your kid, she's not your sister, she's not even your friend. She's one of Davy's ass-shakers and money makers. Why are you putting your tits in the vice?The veteran showwoman wasn't sure what bothered her more: the fact that she knew the answers, or that she'd even had to ask herself. ( place was absolute bedlam, backstage and front. The crowd had red-lined, having seen exactly the sort of thing they'd hoped for, the famous Jesse James hopping around stage essentially naked after she sort of broke down in some weird acoustic thing or whatever. Parental chaperones were livid and scandalized, if not a few fathers now owned a fistful of spank bank material for when things had settled down. Older unaccompanied fans hooted and screamed in approval.Something had happened.Their glands had been jiggled.Backstage was the same. People ran around, or were shuffled away. The band came back, confused and bemused, probably getting paid for the rest of a tour that may never happen. Plus, the stories. Claire seemed like she was useless, other than screaming at the girl.J.J. stood dazed next to Chase, having failed to make it to her dressing room. Her body quivered. "I'm not on much," she said dully, her eyes blank. "I just wigged out. I'm okay." She peered around her, insensate to the chaos. By now, however, those backstage were mostly gathered in inert clumps, watching what would happen. "Shit, I totally forgot," she said, grasping her midriff, looking down. "I was gonna write 'SLUT' right here, like with a marker. Plus like put lines through the S like a dollar sign. Now it sounds kind of stupid."Claire, sensing some control Chase had over her, gave up on trying to get the girl out for an encore. "Get her upstairs, at least. Let this little bitch face the music later. I'm so tired of her." J.J. woke up a bit from this and started moving, a bit. Chase, growling at the label agent, found herself pulled closer to Jesse. The singer had to speak loudly into her ear. In the roar it amounted to a whisper.Before long, they seemed to be moving into the underground parking garage. The girl had tugged on her jeans, failing to button them, and her flannel, buttoning a couple, looking as ragged as a refugee. Three bulky and tinted SUVs stood bumper-to-bumper, a makeshift wall. Claire was screaming that she needed to know where they were going, but served some use in helping pull a dark tarp over the pair with the assistance of some others. They moved from one to the next; prurient eyes were gathering beyond, and soon Chase and J.J. were in the middle one. "What's one of the other hotels? The big casino ones?" J.J. asked. "Let's get a room at one of those." She leaned groggily toward the driver, less drugged than listless and overwhelmed. "What's one of the ones you can sneak into from inside? Can you do that anywhere?" ( the tarp with Ambrosio, Chase could smell the sweat, the adrenaline- and the fear. It was, she tried to not admit, pretty damn sexy. Scared star and turned-on starstruck smelled kinda the same, and God knew she'd taken plenty of advantage of the mix of excitement and fear that made dumbass college kids try to talk bribe, or offer to suck their way backstage at a band show.Which was why she made sure her hands were well clear of J.j.'s tight body. Once they were in the car, she put some distance between them."Not at the main casinos," she countermanded. "Christ on a crutch, Jess, that's the first place your fansandthe 'ratz will look." Her mind raced. She didn't know Vegas all that well- they'd only played it once, and that ahd been a roadhouse, not one of the big venues. Just now, that fact didn't bother her as much as it might later. Not seeing how the 'big time' was dissolving J.J., like a bar of soap in a shower dish."The Cannery!," she burst out, remembering one of the off-brand casino-hotel complexes. "It's on Collins, Carlisle...Craig, thassit. Craig avenue, somewhere. Look it up.""We can go in through the casino," she explained to J.J. "It'll be busy enough that, if you cover up some, people won't notice you. I'll use my card to get a couple rooms, sort it with David later. Split the caravan up, drive around for a bit, then do a drop-and-run, with any luck anyone who's chasing us'll lose track." ( driver got everything intuitively. A sturdy black man of about Chase's age, he nodded and followed instructions. The SUVs rumbled out of the parking garage up to the surface and scattered into Las Vegas. He didn't say much, just nodded, while circling away from initial thick traffic onto the side streets, circling around multiple blocks. His eyes flickered into the rear view, not to watch the contents of the back seat, but for tailers. The man seemed deeply professional.As for the back seat itself, there were two things wrong.The first, Chase noticed, was that J.J. failed to make it all the way across the bench seat. Unlike the trip from her suburban home, when she slid against the window and groused about Wendy's cheeseburgers, she now stopped in the middle and didn't move. Not while Chase was trying to save her. Idly she kicked at the tarp on the floor, idly she tugged at the misbuttoned flannel she had on, idly she turned when Chase was done remembering the street.The second was that J.J. was all over her, pressing her body against her, butt still planted on leather but still somehow climbing, or tugging at her with her fingers. Her mouth was pressing over hers, soft, hard, missing, not missing, smelling like sweat and tea and something else beside. She was a tumble of energy and urgency and need and grappling with her, muttering and murmuring, grasping at breasts and ribcage, neck and everything. ( Chase had her hands full of a flashback to her own youth. A sweet, tight body, sweaty and overheated from the dance pit, skin sliding on skin. The little darlings had been willing to do anything, absolutely anything, just to be close to their idol. Inside her, if that's what it took, which it did.Never, ever dangle a drug in front of an addict. The results are not pretty. For a minute, Chase forgot where she was,whoshe was. Their mouths met, and Abrams' teeth took hold of the star's lower lip, tugging playfully like a dog with a towel before she dove for J.J.'s collarbone. Her tongue explored the crevice there, then she nipped her way up the arched neck, reveling in the mindless noises and whines the pretty bitch was making. Her hands were busy, as well, one sliding back and forth on a bare thigh, trending dangerously high up, while the other was working its way under the half-buttoned shirt, taking possession of a twentysomething-firm tit, massaging and mauling it. She leaned a bit, weight starting to lay the younger woman back on the long bench seat. Plenty of room for what J.J. wanted, what Chase needed-"Shit." Shivering, she launched herself away, coming up short with a thud against the door. "Shit!" God, she was horny, the fire in body felt like the old days, when she'd come off stage ready to sex up anything with a pulse and a pair of boobs. "Fuck, Jay, what the fuck. This is...no. Just...no. I'm old enough to be your mom, for Christ's sake." Back then the age difference had been three, four years at most. Maybe five, late in the game. And that had been a mess; Chase had fucked herself up over it, and some of the young women hadn't fared so well, either. Almostthirtyyears? That was just crazy. And she was supposed to be looking after Jesse, not using her as a fucking Sybian."Sorry," she mumbled, crushing her face against the chill tinted glass and staring at the passing lights. The caravan had split up, looked like; they'd be reaching the casino soon. Better get three rooms. Or two on different floors, or...God. She ached for the feel of a yielding, smooth, athletic body against her again, the rush of a line or two on top of a six pack. Sipping champagne from a co-ed's navel, or sucking it from her hard nips while she giggled, stoned off her ass, flying on the seedy thrill of being a whore for a rock star..."I shouldn't have done that." ( sprawled over the back seat and grumpily began to sit up as Chase moved away. Smearing saliva from her mouth, she blearily issued out a teenage-princessy, "I wanted to, though."The SUV hit a pothole, rumbling the axles, and she gazed around the hot lights in confusion. "We really should fuck. I just want to." But instead of spoiled insistence and pettiness, instead of mounting her to try again, the girl sat perched on the leather seat with a dazed frown. Slowly, she began adjusting her meager clothes, pulling the open flannel back around her. There was something hauntingly creature-like about her, like a racoon that has been thrust away from trash receptacles but doesn't care to move fully off, as if ready, mildly, to try again."I fucked up, didn't I? Like, they're after me. The photographers. And some asshole reporters are gonna write stories about me. And Davey's gonna yell, but fuck him. And I'm a big fucking joke anymore."Sullenly, she pushed at a shadow beneath the seat in front of her with her toe. "I miss people."A strange thing to say, perhaps, for a young woman who had just played in front of 12,000 of them.The driver, at least, had been discrete enough to ignore the shenanigans, or pretend to. Whether he was lying about their safe passage and would sell the information of where they were hiding wasn't clear, but he turned into the small location Chase had suggested and turned his body, face expressing a bit of care. "Want to go in to get a room?" he asked. "Or want me to?"The parking lot was filled with cars glossy from surrounding lights and a few chattering couples strolling by. A group of sozzled women, probably a bachelorette party, barked noisily near an open minivan. Otherwise things were fairly quiet. ( was torn. She wasn't sure J.J. should be alone- or alone with the driver, given her current state- but she wanted to be sure this was done right. "I'll do it," she finally decided. "If someone shows up who looks star-struck, get her out of here. I can always find her back at the mausoleum she lives in, if I have to." Patting the young singer in what she hoped was a sisterly, reassuring way on the shoulder (no lust here, no ma'am, no fantasies about you spread out on my bed...), she slid out of the car and hoofed it for the hotel entrance.It wasn't one of the big famous 5-stars, but the place was posh enough that Chase's usual riding boots and jeans drew a few looks. Actually, that was probably just her own self-consciousness, the feeling of being a teener sneaking out after curfew. She was wearing a lot more than the hookers, though her gear was less expensive, and the jeans were clean, at least, unlike a few of the folks at the slots, who seemed to be on day three of a bender."So here's the thing," she said to the gal at the desk (frumpy enough, suprisingly, to cool down her radiator some, for which she was thankful- yeah, OK, she was shallow, in some ways). "I'm here with my like, just-ex-sister-in-law and a friend. She and the friend can't be too close- it's onea those weird love-hate things, you know? And if my sis and I are anywhere near each other, she'll be crying on my shoulder all night. Not that I'm not sympathetic, but, you know...jeez, TMI, or what? Sorry, doll." The stage, it seemed, never left you. Chase had even fallen into the tiniest bit of a Valley lilt, convincing enough at least to make it clear she Wasn't From Here. The totally BS story spun out of her mouth without conscious thought. "I know it's a pain, but is there any way I can book three rooms on three different floors? Spread out the crazy a little, yanno?" A relic of a previous era, The Eastside Cannery paled in comparison to the massive latter-days casinos. Still, sitting with the rest on the old Strip, there was a certain tawdry charm to it, a pleasing lack of corporate gaudiness. There were fewer buxom bros in their Ed Hardy shirts with their peroxided girlfriends, fewer families cluelessly wandering about in swim trunks and tank tops, fewer offices emptied out of Minneapolis and St. Paul for industry conventions. There was somethingauthenticto its bells and whistles in the large rooms past the lobby in a way Las Vegas was only capable of creating -- the authentic unreal -- as if they payouts hadn't been hit with the last thirty years of inflation and the buffet's prime rib special was cut from real animals instead of America's crazy dreams.The woman handling her, dressed in a smart white button down with a flared collar, heavy red lipstick, hair that smelled of spray, barely flinched as she processed the request. Three rooms, three different floors. Fingers spreading over keys, she began to nod. "Sure... sure. No problem. Do I put these all on the same card? I'll need to put down a deposit on each..."Once the older musician finished her biz, she turned almost smack into a man standing idly behind her. A slight move, but no: he wasn't obstructing her, wasn't waiting for his turn (there were waiting clerks), he wanted to talk to her. He was middle age, wearing cargo shorts and flip flops, had a bit of a middle-aged dude tummy, hair slicked back over a balding patch, a friendly face, a t-shirt from Yosemite. In his hand was a sack full of snacks and beer; it seemed he'd walked over from the corner store. There was enough stuff for... several other guys? It looked all like dude stuff."He-eyyy," he started, holding his hand up, not aggressively, but wanting to talk. "Aren't you? Um...? Chase Abrams? You're Chase Abrams, aren't you? Holy shit! Throwing Muses, right? No! I mean... Chasing Angels! Oh my God, we partied to you guys, like, so hard. It's you, isn't it?"He looked prepared to discuss this very earnestly and in full. ( for the love of...where was this guy live five or six years ago, when Chase had been strangling on her misplaced nostalgia? From the look of him, painting picket fences and raising 2.3 kids, but if someone had said they'd remembered the Angels back then, the singer might've forgotten she was queer and offered to bear their love child herself.Right that moment, though, the only person with any claim on the old her was sitting in an SUV, hiding under a blanket, probably halfway into a meltdown. If she weren't jrubbing one out, crotch pressed against the window, a Vegas show for the families from the heartland. Or if she hadn't just bolted form the car entirely She needed to get Jesse in, probably into a cold bath, and somewhere where she could be watched, to keep her from doing something stupid. Stupider. More stupider yet.How to get out of it gracefully, though? Shewastouched that the guy remembered them, but the timing couldn't have sucked worse. "Dude," she drawled at him, giving him her best shit-eating grin. "That is, like, so weird? You're the third person in, like, the last two weeks to say I look like her. Did you know that? Well, no, duh, of course you didn't, how could ya? LAst one was on the Baordwalk in San Fran, and the other was...well, doesn't matter." She plowed on, giggling inside like a runaway schoolgirl even as her talespinning made her think a little less of herself. "But, like, it's a bad omen, I think? Coz, didn't she, yanno, die? Like, wasn't it AIDS she got off a bad needle?"Sorry, Alina. But if selling your pain means I can keep JJ from ending up in the same boiling shit soup, it'll be worth it.Maybe. The guy was sloshed enough to be lead off his trace. Heknewthis was that singer-lady, it was in his bones and heart, from that era when pop culture sinks into your life and body, never escapes, bobbles up to the surface in unexpected ways... like when you run into that singer from that band that wasawesome(and you had a little crush on her).His face turned mopey with drink and confusion about the news the singer died. This didn't jibe with what he knew. "Wait," he drawled, eyes glassing over even more than he initially showed. Some casino-goers moved around them, a bachelorette party emerged at the door, howling like monkeys, unaware that only thirty feet behind them was a major pop star whose exploits were just now hitting the entertainment news.The man refocused. The circuitry inside his fat head were calculating things afresh, even as Chase was moving away and back toward the SUV. He decided, in his eminence, that she was distracting him. The singer he knew didn't die. He knew this! It was the other one that died! But if she didn't admit who she was, then she was someone else!"Sherilyn Fenn!" he rumbled. "That's who you are. Wait. No, the other one. Who's the one from Twin Peaks? Goddamn it... Madchick… Amis. Fuck!"He was left there dazed and confused before realizing he was alone, at which point he gathered himself up in touristic bliss and found his friends again. ( a heavy sigh, Chase watched a piece of her past walk out of her life, probably forever. Whynow, for fuck's sake? Any other time, she'da 'fessed up, shot the shit, maybe had a drink with the guy, signed an autograph. That part of her life was gone with the wind, she knew that, but her heart still ached for all the almosts and could-have-beens. Even the half-assed recognition by the drunktard at JJ's had sent a little zing through her. Nostalgia was a bitch.Call it her penance, call it the vultures coming home to roost. Though she wasn't quite clear how she'd ended up taking them on, she had responsibilities right now. Grumbling something that sounded a bit like 'arrgh plank walk Davy asshole', she picked up the stack of keys, still kind of amazed that her ploy had worked, and headed back towards the parking garage. Hopefully no one had found the SUV. With luck, nothing had caught fire.Maybe Jess had held her shit together, and was actually still in the car, waiting for her to come back. That'd be an upside, but Chase wasn't holding her breath. ( SUV was idling not too far away, its big dark bulk and tinted windows obscure and forgotten in the low-end glitz of this part of the Strip. When Chase opened the door, she found a slurring J.J. leaning over the seat, telling the driver about what a great show she had. "The best fuckin' show I've ever had. Like Janis at Monterrey helpin', like, Hendrix blow up his fuckin' guitar. No prollems whatsoivver. Polite plause at the end."The dome light illuminated the black man's face; he looked at the older musician with forbearance. In his hand was his phone, off and silent. "I seem to have gotten it all wrong," he said. "The show was totally cool."Clothes were in disarray all over the girl; she was more skin than not, more skinny than not. With a glance back, she gave a glazed grin. "Arby's. I want Arby's. Think they deliver? Hey, coach, why don't cha drive us to an Arby's? I'm buying. The one by our house used to sell weed."After learning about the room acquisition, the driver nodded for Chase to get in and drove them toward a side entrance. "Get her back together, at least. There's a blanket or two in the back you can throw over her. No worries, it's from the company. I'll just inventory it. I think..."He looked at the side stairs. "Can you get her up there? I can help.""Hey, why don't you come up?" J.J. said, overly loud. "You can fuck both of us. We'll have a threesome. Three's my favorite number.""Ah... ha ha..." he emitted, "Um, maybe next time. I'm still married as of this moment." He looked at Chase. "You good? What about luggage and so on? Need help on that end?" He meant picking things up or deliveries, once they got installed. ("Oh, for fuck's sake," Chase barked. She'd left a real honest-to-God fan for THIS shit?She should walk. Should have walked at time tick zero, let Davy carry his own fucking water; for sure should walk now. There were enough problems and issues and baggage in her own life that she shouldn't be even thinking about playing mommy-big sis-babysitter for a spoiled, off the rails, burnout brat.Except-Except, God dammit, even now, half-passed out and offering everyone's ass in range to a stranger...she reminded Chase of herself at her worst. And Alicia. It seemed to be a day for the past to creep up and shove her into her school locker once again. Yeah, she wasn't supposed to hang with druggies. No, Jesse wasn't her responsibility- not her kid, not her employee, not her bandmate.She couldn't walk away. Higher power, blah blah blah- God helped them as helped themselves. And helped others. Fuck.So she did what sheshouldhave done for Alina, back in the day, if she'd had her own shit together then. What she'd finally done for herself, in a manner of speaking, a decade and more later. Leaning in the passenger window, she planted a palm on James' face and shoved her roughly back into the back seat. The kid was so muddled, she couldn't hardly resist, and by the times she had blinked three times, Chase had the back door open and was tossing blankets over her skinny frame, wrapping her up in them like a mental patient. Which she basically was."Thanks, brother," she told the driver, "but I'm just gonna order room service, and charge her manager double for the privilege. You've been more than cool dealin' with her crazy, you don't need any more of it in your life." Sure as hell Chase didn't.Gathering the ends of the blankets, she slithered Jesse out of the car like landing a fish, and with a grunt slung her body-bagged ass over a shoulder. Chase was no Amazon, but neither was James, and at least the older singer hadn't been drinking and snorting her meals for the last who knew how long. It wouldn't exactly be easy, but she could get the silly bitch into the hotel. Then they were gonna have some real words.A firm swat at one of the more wiggly parts of her bundle stilled its motion for a moment, giving her the chance to lay down the law. "Don't squirm," she hissed into the pile of wool. "And don't make a God-damned noise. Or I swear, I'll spank you so damn hard your eyes will fucking pop out. I'm not your Mom- I'll fucking hit for distance. Do not test me." With a tight grin for the driver, she lugged the semi-deadweight towards the door. Thank all saints for the ADA- the door was automatic. Now all she had to do was get them to an elevator and upstairs. ( to help, or watch, the driver stood by as Chase turned Jesse into a Klondike goldrusher with layers heaped on her high. On the verge of bemused, it seemed, he simply watched his stash disappear with a hand on the risen back door. "I've seen some things," he uttered -- no, it wasn't bemusement, so much as awe. "Listen, I'm not the best driver in Vegas because I lose my head. I like things normal as a warm bath. As sitting on the couch with my lady watching her Medea movies. I'm just out here keeping things even."So, they lucked out in getting such a marvel. Meanwhile, Jesse wobbled around, her skinny frame barely able to keep up beneath the weight. Chase's slap stilled her. Right above the bottom, part of her flank. "oooh," she intoned, suddenly still, reflective, listening to the older woman barking about more spanking abuse to come if she didn't settle down. The long pause seemed to indicate a registering of the idea, but then Jesse started wavering again, more upstairs than not, and tried to raise her arms."Oooh," she continued. "I'm a ghost. Ooo-oooh."The driver saddled Chase with the rest of their belongings and disappeared. Lone wolf and cub, now, with spectators staring, none of them too pressing or prurient, at least, and soon the pair were shuffled to the elevators, onto one of the lifts, and rattled up. The carpets were casino-special, dark blue and crimson with heavy patterns. The room, behind a scuffed cream-colored door, was the same, neat but loud and well-used.A groggy singer came out from under the quilted wad and blinked as if in sludge. "Did I scare anybody?" She looked sullen, on the verge of weeping. "That dude didn't come up, did he? I always chase off the good ones." Looking up, her face melted. "Chase. You're here for me. They said it would never last." ( Jesse got for her effort was a grunt as Chase vanished into the bathroom. Water began to rumble into the tub, then hiss as she turned on the shower full blast.Stalking back into the room, she bent, dragged the stoned little bint off the bed and hoisted her up, arms wrapped around her as if for a hug, but with far more force. Ignoring her protests and her weaksauce struggles, the older woman walked them both through the door into the loo (barking her arm on the frame as Jesse chose just that moment to try to jerk away again)- and right into the freezing shower."Sober the fuck up," Chase growled, teeth chattering as she forced the looped star to hold still under the stabbing jets. Before she was completely soaked through, she let go, hardly caring if Jesse stood, slumped, or jumped out the window, and went back into the bedroom, dragging a towel with her. Digging her phone out, she dialed Davy's number."I don't give a flying fuck if he's busy knocking up the entire Olympic women's volleyball team!," she was snapping a few seconds later at an obstructionist call service operator. "You page him, you tell him his hot property is a hot mess, and needs to get her ass into rehab. Tell him Chase is done playing therapist and babysitter and Mommy, and he needs to get someone out here to pick the bitch up."Then she sank onto the bed and tucked her head between her knees. Memories and regrets be damned. She was way,waytoo old for this shit. ( starlet clawed and screamed once she realized what was happening, become the skinny, pawing, ribs-and-flanks terror of a puppy realizing a bath was up ahead. These efforts stopped nothing, and soon she was deposited, clothed, into the ice rain. "Shiiiiiiit!" she yelped, then furiously gouted invective and condemnations. "You fucking bitch! What the fuck! All I did for you, you stupid cow!"But soon this gurgling spindle of might quieted and a billow of hot steam replaced the frigid lances. Chase could peacefully take a moment to harangue Davy... who did not come to the call. His assistant tried to deflect. "Dear, youknowwhat happened there at the MGM tonight. Our boss is simplyrun off his feettrying to put out the fires, you know. Between you, me, and the wall, though, I think this is a good thing. That little tart might... no, never mind. I'm only saying."Inside the now-sultry shower, Jesse eventually peeled the remnants of clothing off her undernourished body, pushing hose and shorts off, leaving them in sopping wads on the side of the torrent, and then peeling the taped X's off her breasts. For long moments she let the rinse hit her face with power. With brute metabolism of youth, she was sobering, mostly, and this allowed her to recount the night. Another concert gone all fucky. At this point it didn't matter.Feeling domestic all of a sudden, even pleased, she turned to find miniature bottles of shampoo and conditioner, smacked them together between her palms, and soaped her flesh from head to toe. "Hey, Chase...? Chase...?" she called. "Hey, we don't have to have sex. That's not, y'know, necessary. Like, everything's okay now. No sex. We can do other stuff. Talk about boys or something."Suddenly, the voice on the other end of the line changed. "Wait. CHASE. Where are you guys? Hold tight. Let us know. This is like the story of the fucking... week. Maybe the month. You gotta let us handle this the right way. What hotel are you at? Not upstairs at the MGM, I know. We'll send a few people right away." ("The Cannery," Chase growled, and slammed the phone down. Fingers scrubbed at her eyes as she tried to figure out if she was doing the right thing. AA, all those outfits, they talked about giving your shit up to your Higher Power, but it wasn't like a born-again thing. You were required to deal with your own mess, not your neighbor's. And she had tried with JJ, she felt bad for the crazy little cunt, but there was only so much she could take, could be expected to put up with...So why did she feel like a total Quisling? A word she was certain the spoiled rich slit still splashing and mooing about in the shower wouldn't understand if she used it.With a groan, she schlepped her tired, middle-aged carcass to the door of the bathroom and leaned against the frame. "Get dry and get dressed," she ordered. "I'm calling room service, maybe some hotel slop will soak up some of the chems that've replaced your blood. Then you got a ride coming." ( Chase encountered in the outdated hotel bathroom was a girl not complete in the elements of hygiene, looking like a cat half-dropped into a bath and scrabbled out. She was calm, at least.Also, like she was done. Matted hair, half-soaped, naked body, half-soaped, hands mussing up the skinny, pink-and-dirt array with a clean towel that had been washed a thousand times. Oblivious to her incompleteness, she was dazedly humming tunes that seemed to awaken sense memories in her. "Hey," she said, turning, small breasts wagging as she scooped at dirty ears, "You remember that concert thing earlier tonight?"With this, she paused, stood erect, mottled in patches and rivers. "Wait -- did you tell them where we are? What the fuck, Chase? Don't you know they're gonna put the clamps on me! It's forced labor for the next twenty years!" Discovering a lack of energy to continue, she faded. "What was the plan, just check me out a second time, then get your finder's fee? The 'razzi will probably pay you thousands in cash straight out of their pockets."She looked a ragged plastic doll. Turning fully, she wavered, wobbled, then sank, with knees creasing toward each other, to the floor. ( hot, black, and scarily familiar, poured up through Chase's crotch to her chest at the suggestion she'd sold Jesse out for cash. It was like the world's worst dry drunk, and the part of her that stayed sane was shocked to find that she was holding the young singer up against the wall of the tiled enclosure, fists tangled in her hair."Youcunt," she spat right into Jesse's face. "You arrogant, lazy-ass fucking hophead prima donna. You know how much Angels made for their first gig? Three bills. Know what we made on our best night? Ten grand. Your machine spends more'n that in aweekon your fucking marketing. Our best-selling album only sold like thirty thousand. Your fans love you, buy everything you puke out, and you treat them like shit, blow them off to get laid or get high. You've got talent, realtalent, not just a stage vibe- and you shove it up your cooze or snort it up your nose. You piss on everyone around you, and expect us to lick it up and smile." Shaking, she forced herself to ease her grip, settle the girl as gently as she could in the bottom of the tub. "And when someone tries to help you? You tell them they got an angle. Fuck you, bitch. I wanted to like you, I really did. I've tried to be sympathetic, because I been there. But I've buriedfriends who never had the breaks you've had, and that you shit on every damn day of your wasted-ass life. I amdone. You can go to hell on your own tricycle."By the time she was done, she was on the floor herself, knees drawn up, back crammed against the furthest spot form the tub she could reach. ( struggled against the larger woman's grip, thrashing with scrawny limbs and hands grasping. "You fucking bitch!" she yelled, realizing she was pinned. Seething, she listened, then, released, she fell down."You stupid cunt," she yelled, slipping on the floor before besetting upon Chase in a flurry of activity, a terrible fighter, but making up with indignant rage. A nail cut Chase on the neck. Not too bad, but enough. It would sting. "What the fuck? You don't think I lost someone? You don't think I started with nothing? Fucking asshole. I don't give a shit about the money. Hey, yeah, little Emma from, like, Sunnyvale -- she's a good kid or whatever, but, fuck, man, you know it's all suits and trying to fucking bend you over. More ways than one."A sopping, soapy morass of birch twigs, she fell away from Chase, naked as a pale jaybird, and knelt nearby, shoulders slumped, her energy suddenly gone. "Shit, you can have it. I loved your stuff." She paused, looked around at the ruins and puddles. "You had a great run. Like,fuck, you got to tour with friends. I tour with jack shit. If I don't have a spike, they give me a spike, push me out. I mean, after a while it's just me an my noggin."She stared at the slight red gash on Chase's neck, unsure if she knew about it. "You got breaks, too." And, after a pause. "You talk about her a lot." ( took a couple of stupid blinks, her still shocked at the violence of her outburst, for Chase to process what Jesse had said. "Who?," she asked dumbly, wiping some snot from her nose."Oh. Alina."Resting her head against the glitzy tile of the wall, she closed her eyes. "Al, fuck. Al was already on the spike when we formed up, but she seemed, you know. In control. We were all in control. Top of the world, a first, a 'real new thing'. Oh, Davy laid the shit shine on thick" She snorted. "We were a bunch of drunks and fucking chemheads, and I'd bed anything in a skirt that'd hold still." Hugging herself, she shivered. "Ain't just the bad boy bands who have problems. None of the girls ever complained, after, that I know of, but a few parents...well, let's say it's easy for folks to forget that 17's legal when their kid jumps the fence. Made for some bad press."Slowly, she opened her eyes. "That's why we never really made it big. Every one of us was a fuckup. Talented, sure, maybe. Better than some of the crowd, back then. None of us had our heads out of our asses long enough to take a breath, though. Alina-" It still hurt. "Al got the plague from sharing a needle. AIDS. She had a lot of other issues, but that's what killed her in the end."Screwing up her face, she took a deep breath. "You're me all over again, kid. Except you're earning better. But if you think that fucker Macguire won't cannibalize you and drop you like a brick if you keep on like this, you're dumber than I think you are." ( sloppy on the floor, the haggard blonde singer managed to straighten her legs from the deformation in which she fell. Glumly, she listened. "Skirts," she echoed. "Pretty much all girls? Sixteen's legal in some states. If you don't cross state borders with them."She was silent for a bit."Sorry about all that shit. What I mean is, the old shit. I mean, you guys did great. All those Nineties bands? A lot of them... like, Spin Doctors got two hits. Arrested Development. Two hits. It doesn't last. Sorry for all the Layne Staley crap. Sounds like..."She stood up and splashed in the sink for a bit. The towel had fallen off her and she stood half-cleaned and nekkid. Wetting a hand-towel, she turned and handed it to the older woman. "For your face. You're puffy. Sounds like you had a thing for her? Or just friends? I have a friend from Ft. Worth that I had to leave behind. Or, you know, she's doing alright for herself with Perfect Brunette, if you've heard of them. Like, I feel like I am still in love with her."Another towel was wet and, sort of not knowing what to do with it, the blonde draped it over her head and neck. "I mean, she's still out there doing crowds of a hundred. Not like she died. I'm sorry."Her small body leaned against the sink, her thin arms crossing beneath her breasts. "The money... pfft. Yeah, though, I don't want that dipshit to get it. That's for sure. I should find some animal shelter in like Des Moines and make them the richest animal shelter on the fucking planet. Built palaces for all the cats." ( look at her. Curled up and snivelling every bit as much as the messed-up teeniebopper sitting across the floor from her. Some role model. What a big sister.What a fuckup. As usual.Scrubbing at her face with the towel, she let out a slow breath. "Al and I weren't lovers. She was straight, or as straight as anyone was in that scene. She was-" What had she been, really? A decent bass player, reliable if not stellar. Older than the rest of them. Quiet- of course, she'd already been a head, and had already been sick, which none of them had known.Why was Chase so hung up on her?"When you're in AA," she started slowly, seeing JJ double-take at the seeming change in topic, "one of the things they tell you is that you're only responsible for yourself, for your own shit. You don't drink, and you don't carry anyone else's weight." Eyes closed, she sighed. "After the band broke up, we all kinda fell apart. Alina and I were the only ones who stayed in touch." A frown creased her weary face. "And she died. I feel...felt...like I'd failed her, failed all the girls." Rocking her head against the cool tile, she started to laugh. "You know what? I don't think any of us really even liked each other very much. Except Al. We all loved Al."She looked up at Jesse and gave her a wan grin. "Regret's a bitch, girl. Regret while you're trying to sober up is a killer. Better to clean up your shit now, when you've got the strength." Levering herself up the wall, she brushed a strand of soggy hair out of Jesse's face, and patted her cheek lightly. "Sorry I screamed at you. Guess I've got some Higher Power work of my own still to do." Ducking into the main room, she came back with one of the spare keys. "I got three rooms. Mix and match. Why don't you get dressed, and blow before Davy and his suits show up." ( naked, leaning her behind against the now-humid and warm hotel counter that encased the sink, Jesse watched the older woman -- what she said, how she said it -- as if seeing her for the first time. A bleary-eyed, half-clean, half-soaped monstrosity, the girl searched her body, her face, impressed by her vulnerability before Chase moved into the next room. She was impressed. The admissions. The tenderness of clearing a strand of hair from her forehead.What the fuck was that? she asked herself, before wandering to follow."Y'know, may staying stoned is a good way to avoid regret. And don't say 'blow,' that gives the wrong ideas." But she stood there, awkwardly and frowning, before a spark lit up inside her. "Hey, why don't we go into one of those other rooms, do a long dark night of the soul sort of thing?" Gnawing her lip, she watched as the meager belongings they brought were gathered together. "Play catchass in the hall. But really... Al sounded pretty awesome."A pause. She moved forward, then back into the bathroom, to pluck up the shambles of her garments. "Mine... we kissed a few times. I'm not even like that, I don't think. I mean, a cock's a cock, but also like, I think in this business, y'know... the music... um, industry. It's like, better to do it with girls because guys suck and the press, like the reporters, they just want to fuck you, anyway, so that's the story they want to tell. I'm just... like, my mouth is just running. Let's get a pizza and be a couple of bitches and shit."But none of this seemed real -- it was clear she wasn't matching the tone of her words with sauciness or dramatics; she spoke with a spaciness, as if aware of their discord herself. "Whatever. Or like, dunno. Cheesesteaks. Salads. I'm just hungry." Tugging her shirt over her head, she popped her arms through and seemed to get no further, as she wandered to the window and checked through the curtains to the inky daze of Vegas sidestreets, her white bottom poking through the drapes. ( shook her head at the blonde's moon. There really was no getting through to the kid. "Davy will blow all his fuses if at least one of us isn't here-"And then it occurred to her: exactly how many fucks did she give? She's been telling everyone she didn't owe MacGuire shit, and if she really wanted to try to help Jesse- which was what their shared asshole had dragged her into this mess to do in the first place- then exposing her right now to more manipulation and guilt-tripping was exactly hownotto go about it. Besides, even though she'd calmed down and sobered up a bit, Chase didn't trust the girl alone. If she waited here for Davy, the off-the-rails singer would be sure to find some way to cause hell."Know what? Fuck it," she said with a grinding of mental gears and a tight grin. "It's good for him to be reminded he's not The Man all the damn time." Shuffling the other two keycards like misshapen playing cards, she held them out, splayed like a poker hand. "Eenie-meenie. Pick a room." Then she smirked."But put some damn pants on before we go anywhere. Even in Vegas, wandering around the halls half-naked is a good way to get attention you don't want." ( the new room, Jesse sobered up, still clutching a towel around herself with a bare-ass semblance of modesty. The cleanliness of the room seemed to do a trick on her, after the short-term tornado of the bathroom and entrance of the previous."They always try to put me in luxury rooms," she mused. "Like, in Frankfurt or whatever. Moscow. Like, there's shit on the streets and they're paying a billion rubles for me to smear mascara on the fucking sheets."She was quiet for a few minutes."Thanks. Hey, I... can I use your phone? I have a bud, poor guy wants to lay me something fierce. You know those movies with a skinny fuck-up dude who's the hacker? He hacks up shit? Like, he never goes anywhere, but they call him and say, like, "I need a pizza," and he goes on the pizza grid and delivers them a fucking pizza."She was quiet for a few more minutes."Want a pizza? That's what I mean. He... He'll probably get off on it, but he'll bring me some clothes that don't stink. What I want is a synthesizer. For you. What else do you want? Like, an accoustic guitar? Amps and shit would be too much. What's the word, though -- when some jackhole won't tell anyone where you are? Anyway, what do you want on your pie?" ( the girlnever shut off. Had she ever been like that, Chase wondered, even at her worst, most drug-soaked height? She'd like to have thought so, then, maybe; would have though the relentless drive was something to be treasured."Can you trust him not to lead the press right here?," she growled at the younger musician. "Hell, by now Davy probably has a warrant out on me for 'kidnapping' you." The instrument thing was an interesting departure, but- "And we make any sort of noise like that, either the cops of Maguire's thugs'll be all over us like spray tan on Hollywood Boulevard." A snort, and she went on. "You're too zonked to see straight, anyway, never mind play or write."Nervously, she hewed her lower lip. Whatever she thought she might owe this kid, this pretty, pale revenant that seemed to have crawled out of the murk of her past, she didn't oweeverything, right? Not every last scrap of energy and privacy."Tell you what," she said, slowly, just knowing she was gonna regret it. "Grab some sleep, a few hours. Let the heat die down- Davie's used to you droppin' off the grid. He'll call and yell at me, and I'll tell him to get fucked. Then-" Nobody knew, especially not Davy Fucking Maguire. A heavy sigh, and she spilled it. "Rest up a little, and if you still got a jones to jam, we'll grab an Uber to my studio. I've been keeping a place up for a while, part of a warehouse conversion that never took off, so I got it cheap. As things go." A lopsided grin smeared itself over her lips. "And there's an all-night Cuban-Chinese joint up the street. It sucks, but it's there. I probably even have a paira jeans that'll fit you, you belt 'em in hard." ("Nope," Jesse sniffed, looking around the new hotel room, same as the old hotel room. "He's totally cool. Like, and anarchist or something, but one of those not-ever-gonna-do-anything ones. He wants me to put my stuff up on piratebay or something, you know, fuck the suits. Mostly he plays Fallout."She turned and looked straight on at Chase, looking much more plaintive than before, less scattered, but just as juiced. "So we'll be safe. But... Nope. I don't want to sleep. You can sleep if you want to, but I want to hear you play some stuff. It's like the talking cure but with accoustic guitar. Woody Guthrie of the motherfucking soul. Also, I don't want to wear some MILF's jeans, that's way too hot."Hands on her hips, still attired in the barely adequate, she looked around at the ancient hotel phone. "It's okay, I'll call him from here. And that pizza, I'll put pig's knuckles on it unless -- that Cuban place, I'll have him pick up from there. What's that shit? Pernil? What the fuck is Cuban-Chinese? Racks of ribs with soy sauce all over it?"When she sat, the hotel fluff fell away. Tugging it up over her scrawny body, she tried to think for a moment, then dialed. Looking up as it rang, she continued. "We won't make any noise. That's why I said accoustic guitar. We'll be regular fucking Mumford and Sons in here."Placing the receiver on her narrow white shoulder, she stopped. "One of those assholes hit on me, by the way. The guy with the dickweed facial hair... One of them. Grabbed my ass at the Grammys. We can go to your place, if you want. But seriously, I'm hungry and don't want to sleep right now." ("You get pig knuckles on a pizza, I swear to god, I'll MJ your skinny ass out the nearest window." She meant it, too. "Just get some normal shit. Don't care what." She also wasn't sure how she felt about being described as a MILF by some barely-past-jailbait hot piece of ass. Blonde, tight, and dumb, exactly the sort of groupie she'd have given a Very Private Tour of the back of the bus, back in the day. Except for being talented and not really dumb, just damaged.Not that that had never mattered in the past...shit, she needed to get her head off that. Chase had managed to ignore Jesse's nudity for the most part, but if she dwelled too much on it, things could get messy.The last thing she wanted to was to deal with some panting nitwit fanboy, so she figured it might be a good time for her to take a shower herself. Maybe a cold one. Or a bath. Being all annoyingly sober, she'd be unlikely to drown herself. Accidentally, anyway. So she headed for the bathroom, already fumbling with her fly. "And Cuban-Chinese is mostly both styles done badly. Apparently there were a lot of immigrants. Yell when your wannbe is done drooling on your tits."Anything the other girl might have said was drowned out by the water going on full blast. ( contact turned out to be the real deal. Once Chase started puttering around in the shambles of the old hotel's restroom, some time passed before Jesse intercepted a new text on Chase's phone. "Um... how do I unlock this thing?" she said, wandering into where the shower/bath was occuring, seemingly oblivious to any skin exposure, arm thrust out. "Okay, thanks."Once Chase was washed up, she found a more-sober starlet sitting with one leg off the bed with a synthesizer on her tilted lap, playing a section of some Baroque thing before shifting when the notes were right to portions of Hey Jude. She was wearing fuzzy lavendar shorts riding high up on her legs and a loose UNLV sweatshirt. Nearby was a fairly decent accoustic guitar, a closed pizza box with grease-stained paper plates and napkins, a small bag of weed, a baggie of pills, a fifth of some kind of bourbon, and a 2-liter of Cherry Coke."Heya," Jesse said, looking up, then down at herself. "This is all he could get. Told you my guy is a magician. I mention him in the liner notes of the last album, sept no one knows who he is. Like, it's a secret."She shifted back into the contrapuntal exercise. "What do you know about Bach?" she said, watching her fingers. And then: "Feel better?" ( that by that point any pretense towards modesty between the two of them was total bullshit, Chase had fashioned a couple of the chintzy bath towels into a sort kirtle arrangement, tucked at one hip and between her tits. Another cocooned her head, and from under it a few wet strands of dirt blonde were already crawling towards daylight. As she leaned in the door of the bath, she let her eyes sweep over Jess, the food...and the pharmacopeia."Which one," she asked, easing herself into a chair, trying to not dislodge any of her ad hoc wardrobe. "There were a fuckton of them." Splashing half a finger of bourbon into one of the ubiquitous cheap hotel glasses, she swirled it, looked at it, then set it aside. "But you probably mean the old man, JS., right? Johnny Bach. Jesus, that sounds like a lounge lizard act, don't it?" Snagging a slice of 'za from the soggy box, she bit into it, then abruptly said, "I know he wasn't a head." Slowly, she washed down her mouthful of American haute cuisine with some bourbon, then met Jesse's eyes squarely."He liked to fuck- he had fourteen kids we know about. And he probably loved him some beer, like any good Kraut, church freak or no. But he didn't get lit every time he sat down to write, or there'd be fuckall from him for us to listen to." The bottom of her glass nudged the bag of pills. "Ditch the candy, Jesse." Her tone was tight, caught between order and plea. "The booze and the weed, that can ride. But flush the pills." ( looked up, examining Chase's outfit and watching her for a moment as she shifted into something reminiscent of Duke Ellington, mellow and creamy. Maybe it wasn't exceptional, but it was a try."Holy shit," she said, still looking at the towels, "I forgot about that horn dog, Mr. Bach. Get in there, Mein Herr!" she chuckled. "Like that Russian dude with the serfs, never lefthiswife alone. Fuckin' breeders. What I was going to say, there was this dude back in Bach days who said he was like a major eye doctor and did these homemade remedy surgeries or whatever on these pretty big wig types and blinded each and every one."She did an upper register trill that sequed into one of her minor hits, "Never Leaving You No Matter What You Say," then continued, "Fucking sucks, if you ask me. I can't imagine, like, losing my eyes because some dipshit hammered the fuck out of them. Guy just moved on to the next town. Guess you could do that in those days."Here, she stared at the pills, her eyes going black, listless and dull, then back at Chase. "Milfy, you gotta put some real clothes on. What is this, a brothel? And... I can't throw them away. That's like throwing away my own... spleen or whatever. You have to do it." ( quickly went through and rejected two responses. One snappish, because she really wasn't fond of the 'MILF' thing. She knew how old she was, and was more or less OK with it, but being defined as 'hey, you're humpable- despite being an old bag' was not cool. Especially coming from a brainless teeniebopper. The other choice was flirtatious, because the brainless teeniebopper really did look adorably fuckable, and the fact that she really wasn't brainless- simply annoying- made her even hotter, in a way.Both of those were trouble, so she settled for impersonal snark: "Girl, if fifty-something has-beens with substance problems wearing towels are your jam, you got more problems than I even can begin to process." After another bite of the really rather terrible pizza, she stood up. "You know you got that ass-backwards, right? Taking out your spleen could kill you. Putting this shit in your body WILL kill you." Oh, for fuck's sake. She sounded like Nancy Fucking Reagan, with her 'just say no' B.S. Like telling a head the shit was bad for them was some sort of learning experience?Still, she took the pills with her, back into the bathroom. Shedding her towelsemble, she slithered her jeans back on, commando-style, then her t-shirt, also without undergarb. Why bother? She wasn't any bigger up ttop than Jesse, and it was just them. Annnnnd...maybe she was flirting, a little. Or messing with the kid. Something perverse, anyway.The baggie gave her more trouble. When she opened it to ditch the pills, she swore for a second that she could smell something. Not the drugs themselves, but maybe a hint of cigarette smoke, beer and Scotch, hyped-up crowds. And cute, horny young fangirls, ready to go, to get bare and banged and brag later how they'd fucked THE Chase Abrams. The reek of nostalgia and simple idiocy.Part of her could feel the buzz of a good snort, too, and that was when she realized she'd seriously fucked up. Without even thinking about it, she'd given in to the strain ad the vibe...and she'd had a drink. Just a sip, true, but after years of being sober..."Fuuuuuck. FUCK!" In a way, it made it easier. With an angry shake of her hand, she dumped the pills in the toilet and held the handle down long after they'd vanished into the bowels of the city's sewers. Maybe some rats could get a buzz. Or the alligators. Swallowing hard, she considered shoving a finger down her throat, purging whatever was left of the bourbon, but that seemed overdramatic. OK...breathe. One. Day. At a time. The clock restarts now.When she had control of herself again, she stalked back out into the main room, and poured what was left in her glass into Jesse's. "And yeah, doctors suck. It's why I try to avoid them. You ought to do the same." Collapsing in a funk on the one chair in the room, she found herself naturally focusing on what had once been the core of her life, or so she'd thought: the guitar. Finally, the compulsion got to be too great and she stood again, picked it up, carried it back to her perch, and started checking the tuning. ("You're fifty-something?" Jesse asked, then seemed to go through the mental math as if not believing her. "Yep, I guess. You're really hot for fifty. My mom is a total mess. She looks like a Muppet had sex with a vat of acid and got run over by a steamroller."For the next moments, she watched Chase decide what to do with the baggie of pills, as if with the distant interest of a girl as her abusive boyfriend is about to be lead off to jail. "You realize I'm probably gonna dig through those pipes in two hours to get to those." Then, more thoughtfully: "Alcohol works, to be honest, pills I like but if I give it enough booze I'm okay. Still have a chance to look like my mom in thirty years."For the activity in the bathroom, she was silent, looking down at her keyboard, and when Chase returned to warn her off doctors, she shrugged, her fingers playing over the keys of the synthesizer, singing, "Doctor, doctor, give me the news... I've got a... bad case... of..."She looked up when Chase took the guitar in her hands. "It's probably not tu-- yeah. Hey, I want you to play 'Shadow of the Runner.'" Standing up, she patted her short velveteen shorts down, adjusted her baggy sweatshirt, and went over to grab a piece of pizza, placing it on an instantly greasy paper plate. Sitting on the corner of the bed, she continued. "I've always liked the bridge. Like, in Ft. Worth days, going through old record collections, I was like, that's my shit. How did you come up with it?"

Love-In [NWW+Kitt]

Dreams (Clair and Randall)

(For Clair Voyant and iRandall) There were 4 Dreamers. They ruled the land and they always dreamed, but they were never asleep. They dreamed about four different regions. Lyre, dreamed about the Land of Music, where everyone had fun and there was plenty of festivity. Geo, dreamed of the Land of Nature. The planet was the main priority of this land. They grew the best medicines and remedies and kept their part of the region the cleanest. Kid, dreamed of the Land of Family, where there was only one family tree. It consisted of the whole land, because everyone was "Family." Coin, dreamed of the Land of Wealth. Everyone was provided with what they needed and were happy. One day, Coin had a nightmare about poverty in his Land. He blamed it on Lyre, because he said the workers always danced while working and never got anything done. Lyre found this to be impulsive and ignored Coin. Coin didn't like this. So he communicated through the dreams of his people and told them, "The Land of Music has forsaken us." And so the Land of Wealth set up a devious plan. They stole potions from the Land of Nature to create Sandmen. They gave nightmares to the Land of Family's children and blamed the nightmares on the Land of Music. They told the Land of Family, "The Land of Music's 'harmony' contains lyrics of mutiny and war." They also blamed the Land of Family for the stealing of Geo's potions by saying, "The Land of Family are always getting new sicknesses, proving the importance of new medicines." And so, the Dreamers have horrid nightmares of war and unhappiness. Dreams is between iRandall and Clair Voyant only :) Sorry babes, maybe next time :XP (for those who read this.) Examples in case you can't think of anything or desire multiple characters; of course you can just make your own if you'd like~Land of music: Harmonic Fighters: This class uses every aspect of music to base their attacks upon. •Strengths: The assistance of music. •Weaknesses: Mute; Deaf; Silence Tuned Scout: This class can assist anyone with their soft, improvised lyrics. •Strengths: Able to aid and defend themselves or others and others with the power of music •Weaknesses: Must; Deaf; Silence Land of Nature: Chloroknight: Knights taught in the ways of nature to use nature to their benefit. •Strengths: Anything earthly around them •Weaknesses: Thick metal; acid rain; highly polluted areas Herbalists: Herbalists can make a potion or any other medications from just about anything in their resources. •Strengths: MacGuyver-type concoctions •Weaknesses: Genetically enhanced ingredients Land of Family: Giver of Life: Basically a cleric-based class. •Strengths: Can bless anyone who needs it. •Weaknesses: Money Fathers: Fathers are expected to protect their families, which is why it is a tradition for a 12-year old boy to be trained. •Strengths: Very strong, sturdy class; very high in morale and value •Weaknesses: Seductive women Land of Wealth: Bacon Bringer: This class can make money with anything. •Strengths: Very high in charisma and can talk their ways into a discount/sale •Weaknesses: Armed people Thief: Thieves are cunning and quick and can steal your money without you noticing. •Strengths: EXTREMELY agile and trained in pickpocketing; robbery; and other thieving techniques. •Weaknesses: Highly rigged structures; highly-skilled defenders; slow Note: All classes do not have to be combat classes, but someone does have to have a specialty even if they are a trainee. (These will be in our own separate windows.) PHP Code: Character's name: Character's class: Character's specialty: *Character's weapon: *Character wishes too: *Appearance: Rules: 1. Follow TOS. 2. This thread is rated in the first post. Which means intimacy, drug use, violence, swearing (just keep it to a limit) 3. No racial slurs (but land slurs are aloud), spamming, bumping, flaming, page stretching, etc. 4. OOC comments should be posted in [[ ]] NO ONE ELSE SHOULD BE POSTING EXCEPT CLAIR AND I. Character's name: Danny Character's class: Thief Character's specialty: Is very agile, has NEVER been caught for stealing *Character's weapon: A small dagger and a concealed hand gun. *Character wishes too: Gather (steal) enough money to become high class *Appearance: Petite, tiny. Wears a tan pea coat, tight black jeans, combat boots and red scarf. Has dark, reddish hair which is always kept back in tight pony tail. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Character's name: Adelheid Character's class: Giver of life Character's specialty: Is gental with everyone, can calm anyone and everyone down. *Character's weapon: Has none. Doesn't like them at all. *Character wishes too: To find a cure for the terrible diseases. *Appearance: Is sicky thin, small, and very pale. Wears a long blue skirt, white dress shirt and aporn. Has long dark brown hair that she wears down all the time. Character's name: Kumo Character's class: Chloroknight Character's specialty: Bending the Earth's elemental properties to his advantage *Character's weapon: A small sword, and new-looking leather gloves *Character wishes too: Use his powers to wipe out the Land of Money, or at least subdue them *Appearance: Kumo has chocolate colored skin, with hazel-green eyes (green comes from his choloropobic bloodline), he's 5'8" with smooth shiny black hair.-------- Character's name: Lodious Character's class: Father Character's specialty: Trained strength, endurance, and will, combat, sense, and loyalty *Character's weapon: Regular-sized bastard sword with a survival kit consisting of many tools *Character wishes too: Defend his land from the Land of Nature and slay Musicians for their Demonic Lyrics *Appearance: Lodious has platinum hair and a nice skin complexion, he is Caucasian and he wears light armor. He is about the same height as Kumo also Kumo:Kumo walked along the path. The pollen had comforted him and danced around him as he had the wind slightly swirl it around. The flowers were plenty fragrant, and the grass was nice and green. The dirt was a rich color. He was out on a dust road with all this nature around him and it comforted him. He felt like he was not alone at all. As if Geo himself was walking with him the whole time.Lodious: Lodious walked into the city in his long robe. He had been a father for twelve years now. At the age of 24, his experiences were harsh, but teaching. He was quite faithful to his land and to his mission."Your passport sir?"AGeoGuardasked. He gave him his passport without any hesitation."Ah, from the Land of Family, welcome to our Land sir Lodious.", the guard said with great sarcasm. He nodded and continued down a street. He saw green kids and their toys. He also saw trainees bending the Earth at a training spot that was blocked off."Would you like some Green Lief Ale sir?", an elderly woman asked him politely."It's made of what kinds of leaves?" "All the healthy kinds my dear. They say it prolongs your life and makes you younger." Lodious was quite thirsty from his long trip to Nature."Sure I'll have a pint." "Excellent",the woman said."Step right in."There was a tent behind her with a sign with a leaf on it, [[I'm going to have Adelheid in the land of Nature as well and I'll bring in Danny later]] Adelhied stepped gingerly through the garden, not wanting to upset any of the still growing herds and vegtables. She hoped there might be something here that could help her with her mission. Adelheid's heart longed for her home land. She wouldn't take anything unless she knew of it's exact uses and so, she'd spent a good deal of time in the land of Nature. Long hours of night and endless hours of day light, studying these plants that she didn't know the names of. She looked up to the sky, gazing at the lovely clouds above. The land of Nature was so beautiful; Adelheid caught her breath, a sigh of pleasure at the world around her. Even though the beauty was disirable, it wasn't home or another native of her land. Lodious: Lodious stepped behind the curtains where he found a square table with two chairs in a corner of the tent while on the other side there was a vat sitting on top of another table. It had a spout and there were many cups lying beside it."Take a seat darling." The woman said. Lodious sat down at the table. "So what Land do you come from?""I'm not from around here.""Well, I figured that darling. You didn't know what the ale was. Mind telling me where you're from?",she began putting different herbal and liquid ingredients into the vat."Yes, actually I do.""Oh come on now deary, is it truly that serious?" "...The Land of Family." The woman paused for a moment. She then knocked over her vat and spilled all the ingredients out. Lodious watched as she continued. She picked it back up and began to stir another set of ingredients into the vat. "There's something that I need to tell you before you go on.""Really?", Lodious asked with false interest."This is serious. You aren't the ones that we should be looking to kill." "What are you saying?", Lodious was now truly interested in what the woman had to say."There are dire secrets in this war.", she added a powdery ingredient after the rest and began to stir."What secrets?""You must not reveal them to anyone else." Lodious stood and put his right fist on his chest. "By a Father's Honor this secret shall not leave this tent."She placed the vat on the table at which Lodious had previously sat. Lodious continued to stand. She stopped stirring but the liquid kept swirling in the same motion that she had been stirring it. She quickly held her hands over the mixture and chanted."Dico nos totus fabula de verum!"The mixture stopped swirling and came together into the middle to form an image over the pot. "The Land of Wealth, started this whole war. The Land of Wealth gave your children nightmares using our medicines and blamed it on the Land of Music. They also led us to believe that our missing potions were for your benefit and that led my people to believe that you did it."Lodious watched with great intent."So you see, it is not you that we should be battling. Neither you to battle Musicians. It is all our duty to destroy the Land of Wealth and put an end to their trickery."Lodious could not believe his eyes of the deeds that were imaged over the pot."ENOUGH!"He shouted. The spell wore off and the image disappeared."I will not give into your trickery and you will not slander our allies with such talk!" Lodious stormed out the tent. The woman ran just out in front of it and yelled,"You can end this war, Lodious!"He stopped."How do you know my name?""You cannot allow this to carry on! You must stop this!""I said enough!"he put his hand on his blade ready to withdraw it for a threat, but he was surrounded by guards, teachers of bending, and trainees. Who knew what their spells could do? So he retracted his hand and walked away. Storming through the streets searching for a guide. Adelheid ripped her eyes away from the sky when she heard a noise at the gate. Whipping her head around, she was met face to face with a GeoGuard."Name, nationality and purpose of being here"he ordered.Adelheid put her hands up in a surrendering motion; her eyes wide. The guard stuck a gun up; she was looking down the barrel, possibly at her death."Adelheid, I'm from the land of Family," she whispered. "I'm here collecting herbs for medicine, sir. I mean no harm. ""Shut up!" the guard cried, angrily. Lodious:Lodious heard a guard yelling. He quickly turned to see a long-brown haired woman being harassed. He ran over calmly as two guards stepped in his way. One with a spear, the other with a musket-type gun aimed at his head."What is she doing wrong?", he asked. Adelheid's breath caught. Though she'd never seen this man in her life, she knew that he was from her home land. Tears streamed from her eyes. She'd been so long without seeing another native and it seemed as if she wouldn't live to talk to him. "Please," she whispered. "I don't mean any harm. I've paid for everything, I'm not stealing." Lodious:"Well you heard her! Stop this at once!""Or else what?"Lodious thought. "I'll challenge you to a duel.""Me? A duel?! Bwahahaha!!!"The guard almost burst into tears with laughter."So, when and where?""Here and now."The guard looked at Lodious seriously now. He then got into a combat stance. "At rest men."The guards put down their weapons as Lodious drew his. He then also got into combat stance.Lodious gained all focus at the man's face and his stance. The man did the same and gave the spear a nice jab then he began to twirl and attempted to slash Lodious. Lodious dodged swiftly and accurately. "Did I mention this is a do or die duel?", the guard smirked."You didn't have too.", Lodious responded.Lodious began to slash precisely and jab his sword swiftly leaving a few cuts into the soft parts of his armor."Pretty good with that sword, but spears have more control.""We'll see."They began to go at it again and soon Lodious had tripped the guard. The guard lied on his back almost too stunned to do anything. Lodious executed his deathblow when the earth twisted around the guard and blocked him. Lodious pulled his blade back up."How undignified to use your powers in an arms-only duel.", Lodious said sarcastically.The earth twisted back into its place."That wasn't me. I never learned how to manipulate.""Then it just popped up by itself eh?""Nope."Another voice had been added to the argument. It was calm and fresh."I'll take responsibility for that.", a chocolate-skinned man was standing there with a bang blowing in the wind. His hazel green eyes were just about undetectable in the sunlight. A terrified Adelheid slid further from view, kneeling down near the fence. Shaking, the girl fumbled to find a rock to protect herself with. She wasn't sure if she'd need it or if it would ever help. If this native needed her help, she'd use the rock. Then, another man with skin the color of chocolate came. His bending of earth was incredible, the way it moved and obeyed him. The earth whipped and twirled with great skill as if it were an animal and not a being manipulated by a bender. Adelhied screamed. Lodious+Kumo:"You want be killing any of my people, 'Family theif'", the chocolate man demanded."I'm not here for any of you.", Lodious still had his swordwielded, "this is only a rest stop." "Well, you're people aren't too welcomed here. And we know who you're looking for, you won't get to them." "And you're going to stop me?""The best way I can.",he wielded a short blade."ENOUGH!" A rumbling voice came from behind Lodious. "We will have no such fighting at our gates. If you're going to cause trouble to our people, you can leave this instance.", he was referring to Lodious. Then he looked down to the girl in the corner, "You can accompany him on his way out." Lodious and Kumo put their weapons away."Where's the East Exit of this city?""It's to the East."The man replied slickly as he rode off on his horse.He looked down at the girl in the corner."He's right you know. You can accompany me if you'd like.", Lodious offered. Adelheid stared at the man in disbelief. She'd come so close to finding cures, only to be forced to leave. On one hand, she was devastated, on the other, she was over joyed to find someone to accompy her home. She turned her head towards the small shack she had called home. Her few belongings lay inside; she couldn't leave without them. She stood up, realizing there was no other way. "I will accompany you," she began, nodding towards him. "Please, allow me to collect my things; we'll leave as soon as possible." Lodious: "That's fine.", he said. As he stood there. Waiting for her. He looked around at the guards who were now scowling at him."Hmph"He laughed to himself."As if they were to stop me."Kumo:Kumo walked past Lodious and nudged his shoulder on purpose with aggression."Next time the King won't save you.", he walked back through the gates down the same path the King rode up.[[Welcome back =3]] Adelheid quickly gathered her belongings from inside. Using a pillow case, she stuffed her books and notes to carry with her. She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and quickly returned to stand beside the man. He seemed nice enough, he had come to her rescue, but, she worried about traveling with a stranger. [[Hey, Randall. What's up?]] Lodious:"Alright", he said."So you're from the Land of Family also huh?"He began walking down the opposite street that the King and the black-haired man took. Adelheid nodded. "Yes, but I traveled here, hoping to find a cure for disease... my entire family died of illness..." Adelhied looked down, tears forming in her eyes. Lodious: He looked down at the girl. He couldn't tell if she was about to cry. He never really was a father and never had a love interest."I'm sorry to hear this. It's a pity that we're in this war, you could just buy or harvest the ingredients easier." Adelheid gazed up through her tears at the man. He was obiviously a father, but, she'd never met a father more handsome. In truth, the girl hadn't met another father other than, well, her own father. Thinking of this, Adelheid realized the man didn't have his wife with him. Most father's married young and their wives were always at their sides. That was strange. It was true she wasn't married and if her life had been different, she probably would have been. But, since her father had not found an exceptable man, she had spent the years after her families death alone. She probably would never marry for this reason. "What about you?" she questioned. "What of your family? Where is your spouse?" Lodious:Lodious was a bit surprised by the question. No one had ever asked. "Um, I've never been married. I haven't even had someone to 'love'"He kept looking straight ahead. Adelheid sucked in a horrified breath. Partly because she'd asked such a personal question of someone who was a complete stranger, partly because she had been rude to a father and partly because she was traveling with an unmarried stranger! "I'm sorry," she whispered. "That was rude of me. Please, forgive me, sir." She curtsied politly. Lodious:Lodious chuckled. "It's ok. You wanted to know and I answered." He rubbed his head with a gleeful smile."My mom always told me that I need to hurry before I'm old, but I was too busy into my training."He patted his sword."This is my wife right here." Adelheid had to laugh at this. He seemed very pleasent, and kind hearted, she just didn't know his name. "What's your name?" she asked, scurring ahead to walk beside her travel partner. Lodious: "Ah, pardon me. My name is Lodious. And yours?", he smiled at the sight of her trying to catch back up to him so he began to slow down his pace.Kumo:Kumo walked down the path of many vendors and other stores. He heard many deal-makers calling after him, "Kumo! Would you like a bending enhancer blessing?" or"Sir Kumo! Please gather some ingredients for me."He sighed as he silently continued to walk towards his destination. He saw the King's horse stopped in front of a store."Hmm, how convenient.", he said slyly as he walked into the store. There he saw the King buying some Earthly Rum. He walked up to him confidently and lay his hand on the counter. "I have to talk to you." Everyone turned to Kumo as no one was able to talk to the King as he was."What is this about, Kumo?" "I'll meet you at your castle." Kumo then walked out of the store and continued down the road. Smilling, she answered. "My name is Adelheid, sir." It was nice to finally be with someone of her own kind. Someone to be there who understood her. He slowed his pace so that she could catch up, the thing a father did. "How long have you been here?" she asked. "Why are you here?" Lodious: "I've been here numerous times, only here to get medicine for the orphanage back home. Now I'm on my way to the Land of Music.", his smile faded slightly."'Tis for another reason." Adelheid's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She'd been hoping to go home, but, they were now headed to the land of Music. She tried but couldn't keep back her tears, letting them slide down her deathly pale cheeks. She wanted to go home, but, she couldn't go alone. She'd just have to travel on with Lodious. She looked up at the sky to the west, seeing the sun edging closer to the herizone. It would be night soon. Traveling at night had always frightened her. She hoped they would stop somewhere for the night, but, she didn't want to say anything. Lodious:Lodious noticed Adelheid's silence and silent sniffling."Is something the matter?", he asked truly curious. Adelheid was silent for a moment, before answering. "I miss home." Then, she bowed her head in shame. How terrible to say that. Lodious was being kind to let her travel with him, he could abandon her here, it would be easier! Lodious: Lodious stopped walking. He'd wanted to continue his mission, but there was someone else in need. He turned away from her to look at a tall building, thinking of what he should do. "I'm sorry, Lodious," Adelheid whispered. It wasn't fair to him at all. What else could she do? Lodious:He stood silent for a moment. "Hmm".Without warning he walked between a couple of buildings and was there for nothing. Adelheid stared at him in confusion. "What are you doing!?" she called to him. Lodious:He faded into the darkness of the alley for a few minutes. Then he burst back into sight on a black horse and stopped it directly in front of Adelheid."Quick!", he shouted to her."HEY GET BACK HERE!", another voice shouted angrily. Adelheid's mouth gaped open. He'd stolen an officer's horse! Was he trying to get them killed!? Not knowing what else to do, she scrambled up onto the horse's back behind Lodious. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged herself against his back. It eft so awkward to be holding a stranger this way, clinging to him like she knew him. As they rode off, Adelheid had to hold tighter to him, making her awkward feeling grow. Where exactly were they going now? What would he do next? Lodious:"Hut!", Lodious had commanded the horse run away from the direction that they were going first."Don't worry, Shade will ride us on home."They burst through the city gates as he began to explain where the horse came from and why it was so well behaved for a "stolen horse.""This horse is Shade and he's been mine since I was a young one. My family had this planned out for me. I trained him myself. When I was twelve and they came to take me for Father training, we had sold the horse to the Land of Nature. The officer bought the horse directly himself like a fool. So I remembered his face. I was informed of his path from an old friend of mine that is from the Land of Nature.", he then began to ride down a path back to the Land of Family. Adelheid gasped, her heart beating excitily against her ribs. Blushing, she wondered if Lodious could feel her heart beating against his back; it seemed to be beating hard enough. But, in her happiness, she couldn't help it; they were going home! As they rode further, though, the joy began to fade, being replaced by dizzeness. Her head was spinning, her vision darkening, until her arms loosened from around Lodious and she fell from the horse's back, onto the hard ground. Lodious: He felt a beating on her back, "Are you alright back there?"it than began to fade and the grip from around his waist began to slip. She began to fall off the horse. He quickly grabbed her arm as she was hanging off the horse. Shade stopped and laid down on his stomach to let Lodious down. He laid her down on the ground and without panicking he took out a towel and wiped her forehead in case there was any sweat. He then tied moved her hair from her face and tied up up the neatest he could. He could hear horses in behind him gaining."Get ready Shade."Shade stood as soon as he heard Lodious' commands. He then took out a rope and pulled Adelheid onto his back. He then tied her onto him and mounted Shade."Let's go.", he said as Shade neighed and rode off quickly. Adelheid was barly conscince. She tried to speak, but the words came out as small whimpers. Lodious:Lodious rode with intensity."It's alright",he said."We'll be home shortly." Adelheid tried despratly to hold on, but, she couldn't make her arms do what she wanted. The galloping horse underneath of her and the man in front of her seemed to be the only things left in the world. Her vision again, began to fade and in a last, attemp to bring herself back, she screamed. Then the world went dark. Lodious: Lodious' worries were almost drown by a screamed that escaped Adelheid's lips. Then he noticed her body not moving once again. He still kept focus on his riding and the men behind him. They were barely catching up, but he still needed to shake them off of him.Shadealso seemed to notice this. So with his own will, he swerved into a forest towards a swamp. They ran through trees, under the branches, hopped over rocks and came to a hill where Shade began to slide down the hill with ease. The horses behind them were maneuvering easily through the trees along withShade, but they couldn't hit the hill no where near as well Shade did. They began to slide and the men shifted their weight backwards and sideways causing the horses to lean over too much and tumble down the hill, one tripping over the other.Shadethen swerved along the shore of the swamp water where there were many crocodiles. He came up a path which led them back to the safe road as they began the rest of their trip home.[[Let's fast-forward to when we get there.]] Adelheid awoke. She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but, from the colors in the sky, she could tell it was early morning. Had she slept all night? She was still connected to Lodious, the horse slowly trotting along a quiet road. She lifted her arms, hugging herself against him. The trees had begin to grow thin as they left the forest and entered a small town. Where were they? Were they home? Lodious:They trotted for a while until they reached the gate where Lodious felt Adelheid's arms around his waist again."Good morning.", he chuckled."Welcome home Lodious."The guard at the gate welcomed Lodious. His armor displayed a grand symbol of a lion's paw and three smaller ones under it. It was all a light blue color. Lodious nodded and made his way in where kids swarmed him with toys and drawings.He laughed,"Hello children. I'll be out in a minute."They were petting and hugging shades face for a bit and then made room for them to trot along a street."We'll rest at my place.", he said back to Adelheid.Kumo:The King entered the castle when he saw the guards nervously standing around. He then spotted Kumo in his chair. "You know you could be less rude.", he said annoyed."You're right. I could be." "What's this about." "That guy earlier. You know? The one I was about to turn into mulch. Don't you think exile was a bit too much?" "No, I want peace. It's bad enough they stole from us, but coming over here disturbing the peace." "Well, death would've been more suitable." "Kumo, your power is great, but you can't give the young ones the impression that our powers are for killing." "Well, not everything grows in the light, King. Some plants grow in the dark too."The King stood silently until Kumo started again."Anyway, my main reason for visiting is for a request.""What do you need?""I need a passport.""For?""I wanna go 'talk' to that guy from earlier.""Denied.""King. Look at my face.",Kumo pointed to his face, which was how it was all the time.The King sighed,"Why with your jokes Kumo?""There's no joke. Just hand me one. I sign stuff. Bang, I gots my passport and I'm outta your face."The King sighed because he knew Kumo wouldn't give up until he had his way."Fetch a passport for the fellow, will ya?", he asked his guard desperately. The guard ran off and Kumo exclaimed,"Yes!" Lodious helped Adelheid down from Shade's back; his strong arms made it seem so easy. Small children swarmed around Lodious, Shades and herself. Sighing happily, Adelheid picked a small boy of two, hugging him to her chest, turned to Lodious with a warm smile. She'd always had a way with children. "We're home," she whispered to him. It was so nice to be home. These people knew her without having to meet her. She was one of them, and, would always be. Even if she were to never marry and have children of her own, Adelheid would never be lonely if she were here. Lodious:As more kids swarmed around them he smiled harder. One of them gave him a ball which he threw down the street. As they scurried off, he told Shade, "Alright, stay near the house so you can hear the whistle." Shade neighed. "Yea yea." He slapped the back of his neck and laughed as Shade went wherever he had pleased. Lodious stretched and yawned. "'Twas a long night. I should be getting some rest. The mission might have to be held off." He hugged Adelheid. "If you want you can stay, I will be bathing and resting soon. Then I'll have to find out whens the next time I'll be going out to the land of music." Adelheid nodded. It made her sad that he would be leaving, but, it couldn't be helped. SHe hugged him back. "Where should I stay?" she asked. "My families' farm was destoryed after they died. I've no place to go." Lodious:Lodious wasn't too surprised."Well then I insist that you stay here with me." "There's everything that you need here. Nothing is too off-limits. What do you say?" She threw her arms around him tightly. "I'll stay! Thank you so much! You don't know how much this means to me!" Lodious:Lodious caught Adelheid and hugged her back. "Oohh!", one of the kids shouted."Lodious, is gettin' married!""He's finally got a wife!"They laughed and celebrated with playful rings of themselves swirling around them.Lodious let Adelheid down."Ah, children! It's not like that." He laughed with them."The young lady needs somewhere to stay. You should learn from this you know when you become fathers." The boys were disgusted by this."Ewww, girls are yucky."There was then a playful fight of how girls were'nt "yucky" through a game of tag. Adelheid giggled and blushed. Her chances of getting married were slim, since the death of her father and the idea of Lodious actually requesting her hand in marriage was absurd. "Oh," Adelheid began with a giggle, watching the children play. "They're all the same, aren't they? No matter what generation, they all say the same things." She turned to look up at Lodious; his eyes danced as he wached them play. "Do you plan to marry? You said before that you spent time traveling and training, will you ever settle down?" Lodious:Lodious rubbed his head."I never really thought about it. Having to defend the Land and all. It gets pretty busy. I don't know if I'll ever settle down."The wind blew slightly and brought some of his hair down."Hmm, that reminds me, I should be resting now."He opened the door and allowed Adelheid first."Welcome."he said with a smile. Adelheid walked into Lodious' home. It was nice, and comfortable, but, there was only one bed. She knew what the towns folk would say, and that worried her a bit. "Well," she said, rolling up her sleeves and tying back her long hair. "You go rest and I'll prepare something for you to eat, alright?" Lodious:He saw her watch the one bed for a moment as if it was gonna get up and run away. Then it hit him."Oh! Don't worry. The bed is all yours."He slapped his forehead."How rude of me."He then took off his chest plate."I'm going to go bathe first. Dinner does sound nice. Thank you."he grabbed a towel and headed for his bathroom. Adelheid looked up at him in shock. "No, Lodious, it's your home. I'll sleep on the floor or outside, I don't need the bed." She set herself to work on supper. Taking a few veggitables from her pillow case sack, she began to boil them. Since the beginning of the war, the lands seemed to be stuck in hard times. The food supply was low, so, this meal would not be the greatest. It didn't matter. It would feed them and it was healthy. As the veggitables simmered, Adelheid removed one of her many books, and began reading. Waiting for Lodious to return from his buisness and supper. Lodious: As Lodious walked to his bath, he heard Adelheid tell him he can have the bed."Gah, I got to remember to let her know she can have the bed."As he began to undress he thought about that Kumo guy. He was too calm for his own good. He untied his hair and dove into the hot spring. He came back up quickly and shook his head. He then swam to a less deep area and sat there leaning against the stones that lined the water. Dipping a large wooden spoon into the pot, she served soup into two bowls. She made sure to give Lodious more. Then, she removed a small vile from her skirt pokect. It was the only medication she'd been able to create and she taught herself the entire reciepe. Now that she only had a little left, she pulled the cork out and poured it into Lodious' soup. It might taste different, but, she hoped that he might not bring up the taste. It was for his own good, to keep him healthy. Lodious:Lodious got out of his bath and got dressed. He was shirtless due to the fact he was hot from the water. He also let his hair stay down, which was a rarity unless he was alone. He could smell the bowls of soup so he went dowstairs where he saw Adelheid sitting in front of her bowl. "Hey ,smells great."He said he went to sit down at his bowl and held his hand out to her. Hestitating, Adelheid took Lodious' hand. She was a little worried about the medication in the soup. It wouldn't harm him, but what if he thought she was trying to poison him!? Adelheid sighed. "I'm sorry. If I had more time, I would've made bread." Lodious: "It's no problem.", he said."I'm almost too tired to eat all of this."He began to pray:"Dear Kid, bless this meal. Bless our hearts and keep on dreaming. Please bless, Kayden, who is sick. Tannya who has just had a nightmare. Shade, wherever he is. Adelheid for her loss. Amen."He looked up and smiled at Adelheid as the prayer was over. She smiled at him sadly. "You'll make a great father some day, Lodious." It took her les than a minute to finish all her soup, she hadn't given herself much. She sighed as she watched him eat his; wondering if he could taste the cold bitterness of the the medication. Lodious: Lodious chuckled at that comment."That's ever if I find the right woman.",he then find it hard to keep his eyes open. He then pushed his bowl aside to try and hold his head up. "Excuse me."He got up to start for his room. After getting three feet away from the steps he collapsed to the floor and laid there. Adelheid sighed. It had worked, as it should have, and he hadn't noticed. This was nice. Pulling him with all her strength, she was able to lay Lodious in bed. He slept peacefully. After cleaning up a bit, Adelheid curled up in the corner of the room; resting her head against the wall she fell to sleep. Lodious:Lodious awoke groggily. He laid there sloppily on the bed over the covers. He usually lie under the covers even when it was blazing hot. He sprang up from his rest to look for Adelheid. He was sweating, but his body temperature was normal. He saw her lay there in a corner sleep as if she had been slain. He jumped out of the bed and ran quickly to her where he ran into the wall. His legs felt as if he had never ran and his body was light. He got up quickly and tapped Adelheid hoping she would wake up easily. Adelheid moaned, exhausted. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Lodious'. She blinked, a bit confused. Looking around, she remembered quickly where she was. "Oh, you're awake," she sighed, yawning and smiling. "How'd you sleep?" Lodious:"That's the thing I don't remember going to sleep. All I remember is dinner. Not that I'm awake, I feel like I can fly.", Lodious was still struggling to figure out why he felt this way. She nodded. "Yeah, I slipped the last bit og medicine I had into your soup. It supposed to give you more energy." Sighing, she stood up and stretched. He may be feeling great, but she felt terrible. Sleeping in that position really hurt! Lodious:Lodious gasped,"Meds in my soup!?"He wasn't mad at her, just surprised. He then noticed the uncomfortable look on her face."Sleeping straight up hurts huh? I know basic massage techniques if you don't mind." Adelheid just blused. What a strange thing to ask! "I...I don't mind..." she whispered, her cheeks turning to a light red. Lodious:Lodious noticed her blushing but didn't say anything. He just gave a slight chuckle and gestured for her to turn around. Adelheid, still blushing, she turned around, pulling her long hair around her neck so that it lay down over her chest, letting him begin. "I'll get your breakfast," she began. "Whenever you feel hungry." Lodious: "That's quite alright,"he said as he began to rub her shoulders gently but firmly. Her muscles were somewhat tense, but he could take care of that. For a few minutes, she sat there, allowing him to rub her shoulders. It did feel nice, but it was a bit awekward. They barly knew each other, and they were now living together! It seemed to fast, this wasn't right! There was something not right about this. She pulled away from him suddenly. What was she doing here!? This was a single man, and she was a weak, homeless woman! What if he tried to do something!? She wouldnt' be able to get herself away; she was a sitting duck. Turning to him, her eyes wide, she tried to think of what to say. She bit her lip; the silence was almost too much to bear. [[This mule will now take part in this RP. He will be playing the role of Kumo :)]] [[Alright, that's fine. ^_^]] Lodious:He was a bit startled when Adelheid jumped away from him. There was a moment of odd silence. "Anything the matter?", he asked truly concerned. Adelheid looked down, ashamed. "This just doesn't seem right... You're a single man, and me living with you just doesn't seem right at all..." Lodious finally understood."Oh! It's alright. Almost everyone knows me here. And they seem to know you also. They shouldn't assume anything harmful." Adelheid blushed again. Was she really the only one who thought it was strange? Sighing, she stood up. "I'll make breakfast now, alright? We can discuss things more while we eat." Lodious watched as she walked out to make breakfast. He'd been making his own for a while now and it felt different to have someone elst to make them. He then remembered."Wait!" he shouted down the hallway. This would be okay. They would work things out. She did really liked having Lodious around... for some strange feeling, it felt like having a family again. This was strange because they hadn't really gotten the chance to talk about themselves, discuss their lives. They didn't know each other and yet, it felt like she had known him all her life. As she headed down the hall, she heard him call out to her. Back peddling, she turned to him. "Yes? Something wrong?" He playfully declared,"Hold the medication."and let out a huge smile. Adelheid giggled. "Don't worry. I've got none left; I gave the last to you." She smiled to him before continuing down the hall. She looked for what they could have; finally realizing that there wasn't much else to work with, she began to make soup...again. She set the bowls out and waited for Lodious to come. Reading her book and scribbling notes out. Lodious got dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. He didn't want to keep her waiting any longer than she had to. He saw her, once again, reading a book."So you enjoy reading huh?"He sat at the table and reached out for her hand again. She set the book down to take his hand. "Yes, I love to read. My father taught me when I was little." Lodious' smile faded a little,"Oh...I'm sorry."he quickly said the prayer and let go in embarrassment. "It's fine," she said as finished saying grace. Again, eating took less than a minute and she began cleaning again. "Lodious, what about you?" she asked, as she she washed the dishes. "Where is your family?" Lodious looked up from his bowl."Oh, they're ok I guess."He took a sip from his soup."There's a lot to tell about them. Care to hear?", he took another sip of his soup. Adelheid turned to him, whipping her hands on a towel. She jumped up, and sat on top of the counter. "I'm all ears." Lodious took a sip from his soup, then began."Well, my father is a noble man. Very wise, but he can get very picky. He's the source of my discipline. Then my mother is the smartest woman I know. She is caring and warm as most mothers in this Land are. I had two brothers. Lodion and Lodiar. Pretty simple right? We were all twins. Lodiar runs his own stand now and Lodion has gone his seperate way to investigate the Land of Wealth. As for me, well you see me. I'm still going after the Land of Music."He took another sip from his soup after he was finished."Speaking of, I need to get going soon. There will be danger that I certainly don't want to put you in, but if you'd like, you can accompany me on my trip." Adelheid nodded. She wasn't sure that she wanted to leave again. Not after just getting here. She'd been away so long, and to leave again!? How could she? She was a woman, her job was to stay and watch her home and family, but, she knew getting married was something she wouldn't ever get, so, what did staying here leave her with? She'd left in the first place to help. She began fighting with herself... to leave or not to leave! She bit her lip. "Lodious, I've nothing else to do. I have no and will never have a family, I can't find the herbs I need for medication... so, to be useful, I'll come." Lodious was a bit stunned be her answer,"Well, that's fine, but I'm sure you'll have another family soon." He had finished his soup by now and got up to wash the bowl."Now, it's time that we get ready I would say. We got a long way out."Then there was a knock on the door. Lodious looked up quickly. He then went to answer it. The person at the door shocked him."What the-"The man from before, Kumo as he was called, was standing there with a comfortable smile on his face.[[Ok so this is how it has to work. After Lodious has posted you have to post and the same with Kumo. I'm not allowed to have consecutive posts with main and mule :\]] Adelheid looked up, startled. "What is it?" she called. Kumo stood there smiling with a smug grin."I don't think we got to finish our dance."Kumo was getting ready to stop in when Kumo held out his hand to keep him back. "What's wrong? Your house isn't that nice. We'll take this outside if you don't want blood all over you-"he glanced behind Lodious."Well what do we have here? A shirtless man and a female wanderer. Need a say more?" Adelheid blushed. So, others did see where she was comign from. She turned her head away, ashamed. "N-no, it's not like that..." she whispered. "H-he is just letting me live with him..." Oh, it was hopeless, even if she did explain the whole story, no one would believe her. This wasn't a good idea. "Don't listen to him, Adelheid."Lodious put out his arm to stop Kumo."Let's not walk in my house without being invited. If you want a fight, we're taking this outside." Lodious shut the door in Kumo's face and ran upstairs to grab his armor and blade. He then heard the door being ripped off the hinges and knocked down. Then he heard Kumo's laugh and footsteps. They sounded like they were heading toward the kitchen. Adelheid stared at Kumo in horror. Why had he come back? They had left his land without causing harm, so why was he here!? This didn't make any sense to her... the only thing she could think of that might anger him was... her knowledge of medicine. Did he know about that!? Was he after her? Kumo walked slowly towards Adelheid."This shall be fun huh? Don't worry. I won't do anything too impulsive."He wielded his blade to her neck. "Let's go." He then pointed to the door to signal that he wanted her to leave with him. Adelheid held her breath as the blade of the sword met her neck; she began to shake. Where would he take her? What would he do to her? She squeezed her eyes closed, easing her way with him. As they walked towards the door, she began praying that no one would see Kumo. What he do if one of the village children came? Would he slaughter them? Would he kill Lodious? "Please... don't hurt us!" she whispered to him when she dared to take another breath. When she said us, she ment the towns people... and of course Lodious and herself. Lodious ran down the steps and tackled Kumo mid-way to the door. They both were a scramble on the floor until Lodious was kicked off and the blade was thrown at his head. Lodious dodged and gracefully countered by throwing the blade back. Kumo stopped it in midair."Made of the finest earthly metals. Nice try though."he then took it and readied himself."Adelheid go!"Lodious shouted. He then took a shiny object and blew it. It sounded like an instrument as he played a tune on it. Adelheid gasped as the three of them were thrown against the floor. She scrambled away as they scuffled. Turning just in time to see Lodious pull out a small instrument of some kind. She did as she had been told. Running through the door and away as fast os she could. Her heart beat with her steps, creating a rythm which seemed to scream "GO!" as she went. Kumo was confused by the tune."This is the Land of Family!"He laughed hysterically."I see why you're trying go to the Land of Music, that was pretty good. What are they having tryouts?", he laughed some more as he finally looked up to see Lodious with a sinister smile. "You're not supposed to be laughing."Kumo said angrily. He then saw Lodious point to the door. Kumo looked over to see a shiny black horse gallop through the doorway and begin to kick all while missing Lodious. Kumo rolled and dodged as he felt a slight kick to his bottom. He flew into the kitchen, crashing into the back door. Heart still pounding, Adelheid left the town and entered the forest. How long was she supposed to go? How far? She didn't know where she was going, but she kept going, afraid of what might happen. Lodious hopped on Shade's back."Take me to Adelheid, the girl from before." Shade shout out the house and out the front gate. Into the forest."Adelheid!?", he called for her. Panting, Adelheid rested on a log. Her legs felt like putty from running; they hurt so much. Then, she heard Lodious. "I'm here!" she called. Shade slowed down."Wherever you think she is, find her."Shade sped off in the direction of the voice. "I'm here!" she called again. "Lodious!" "We're on our w-"He was stopped as a pertruded piece of earth flew up from the ground and clipped Shade as they rolled down the hill into the stream. They both got up and waded themselves back to land quickly. Lodious' hair was wet and so was Shade's."You ok?", he asked Shade. Shade neighed and shook his head as if he was really answering when Kumo's blade flew into the tree beside them."Alright, Beastmaster, tell the horse to leave so we can finish this!" Adelheid could hear a distant neigh of Shade. Staggering to her feet, she stumbled towards the sound; she found Kumo and Lodious fighting. She sucked in a terrified breath. "Leave Lodious be!" she screamed. Kumo attracted his blade back to his hand. He then looked over at Adelheid. "BWAHAH! DID YOU JUST YELL AT ME!?", he pointed at her. "Go run or something so I can catch up to you later and stuff, while I get rid of your fr-", he was the on the ground in another scuffle with Lodious. Some rock came up to push Lodious off. "Ok, all cards in. This is for real now."He shot little pieces of earth at Lodious as if they were bullets at high speed. Adelheid paniced. Not thinking straight, she bolted as fast as she could, throwing herself over Lodious to sheild him from the bullet-like pieces of earth. Each one hit her dead on in the back, slicing into her. She let out a scream, but didn't let go of Lodious. Lodious pulled Adelheid down to the ground. In horror he got up and found blood on his arms and hands. He slowly wielded his blade. Shade pulled her aside by her shirt. "Alright then." They began to battle with their blades. Each accurate attack clinging into the other man's sword. Lodious finally countered to trip Kumo and go for a stab when the earth held his hands just high enough to save Kumo's nose. Kumo escaped and used his powers to knock over a tree."Maybe next time, Lodious."Lodious dodged the tree and got up. He hadn't even noticed the fact that Kumo said his name. He hopped over to Adelheid who lay there in bloody fallen leaves. Shade stood over her. Lodious held her head up and hugged her."Adelheid..",he whispered almost sobbing. Adelheid was couldn't speak, couldn't move. The pain was agonizing. She lay there, her eyes staring into nothingness, her breathing shallow. She knew what to do for herself, but didn't have the energy to get back to Lodious' home by herself. Her medical notes and books could tell her exactly how to treat these wounds. Lodious still hugged her. He decided to take her back to the homeland where she would prbably wanted to be buried. He tied her up on his back and rode Shade to his home. He then remembered the book she always read. He decided to check it out. He searched his house for it and finally found the small book she had always read. It was a medical book that taught pretty much everything about medics. Laying in once more on Lodious' floor, she watched as he looked through the book. It seemed like a good sign to her that she hadn't passed out yet. Using the last bit of strength she could muster, she was able to speak. "Lodious," she whispered, "the book tells you what to do..." And then, for the second time in twenty-four hours, the world went dark. Lodious carried her upstairs and gently placed her on the naked bed. He then flipped through the book and looked at deep wounds. He read the special sections about 100% pentration. He first carefully removed anymore fragments of earth that were still in her. Then he cleaned the wounds with some medic supplies he had stored for himself. He put gauze on the wounds and wrapped her up firmly but not too tight. He then laid covers over her so she wouldn't have been cold. She was now in her underwear as Lodious had to get to her body to treat the wounds. He then set up a bed on the floor beside the bed to rest himself later on. He went out to find some construction worker trainees to fix up his house and some children to help him clean for change. Adelheid lay motionless for a long time. Her wounds, now healing and wrapped. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed deeply, but she wasn't asleep. She was exhausted, but she couldn't slip off to sleep. An idea was beginning to come forward and she wouldn't risk sleeping and loosing it. She could be useful to Lodious by coming with him, she could be a doctor. She could teach him the basic medicines, which plants were good for quick treatments, all sorts of things. "Lodious?" she called. She was suprised to find her voice loud and strong, instead of the weak and feeble voice she'd expected. As he picked up broken pieces of door and laughed witht he kids, he hurd Adelheid's voice. Or at least he thought he heard it. He walked up the stairs to see her lying there with her eyes still closed. He walked in and shut the door behind him. He then sat beside her on the bed."Adelheid,"he called her to she if she would respond. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled to him. Still weak, but that would take a little time to go away, she took his hand. "I can teach you some things about medicines," she said. "I can show you. I can be useful to you on your journeys!" Lodious was happy to see she was awake. He held her hand as she took it and he chuckled,"We'll worry about that later Adelheid. You must rest. The house is getting fixed up so you may use the time to go back to sleep if you'd wish." She shook her head and started to sit. Then, realizing she didn't have her dress, she turned to Lodious suprised. Her cheeks flushed bright red. "Where did you put my clothes?" she asked sheepishly. "Oh, sorry about that. I washed them they're downstairs. I'll go get them."Lodious went and got Adelheid's clothes from his closet."I can tell you've been by yourself for a while. The cloak was turning dark blue. Although I haven't known you long, this is the brightest I've ever seen your outfit."He laid it beside her on the bed."I'll let you get dressed and fix you something to eat. The kids are downstairs cleaning. I might as well prepare them for something also."He made his way downstairs where the kids were still cleaning and joking around."Alright, anyone hungry?"They all yelled and agreed that they were happily. Lodious laughed, "Haha, alright alright. I'll see what I can make." He started to the kitchen and turned around playfully and whispered,"Oh, remember to stay quiet. Remember the lady from before?"They all nodded their head quietly and snickered."Well, she's upstairs resting, you gotta be real quiet ok?" They all nodded and giggled some more. Then they were back to cleaning. She smiled and sighed as he left the room. She quickly, well, as quick as an injured person could, redressed herself. Adelheid checked her reflection in the bedside mirror; still very pale. She made sure that there wasn't a wrinkle to be seen in her blouse, skirt or cloak and then made her way to the kitchen. The children were busy with their cleaning and seemed happy to help out. They told innocent jokes and giggled while they worked. She smiled. Lodious seemed to have his hands full as he prepared something that smelled suprisingly wonderful to eat. "Do you need any help?" asked a small boy, rushing up to take Adelheid's hand. Adelheid leaned down, picking the child up and hugged him close. "No, thank you. I'm fine," she said. "Lodious, want my help?" Lodious was surprised by Adelheid being downstairs so quickly. "Ah, I go everything under control.", he said."Why don't you have a seat?" Adelheid greatfully took a seat. Her brow was wet with sweat, and she had lost her breath coming to the kitchen. "So, is something up?" she asked. Lodious talked and cooked at the same time. "Nope, not really. Just fixing a simple recipe that my mother taught me.", he kept stirring. "Well, actually it's a meal. As you can see, we have many mouths to feed today." They all yelled playfully at Lodious,"Yea, we'd better get some too mister!" [[This makes me love kids.]] Adelheid giggled. The children were so sweet. Turning her attention back to Lodious she said, "I think they like you, Lodious. You will just have to find a wife of your own! " Lodious looked over at Adelheid and blushed a little. The children snickered and talked under their breath. There was another knock at thenewdoor. Lodious looked up suspiciously,"Children run upstairs now.", he said. All the kids ran upstairs without laughter, but without worry. Lodious' blade was now hanging over the door."Hey, hide behind the door",he said to Adelheid. Adelheid, who was still holding the small boy from before, scurried behind the door, shielding the child from any harm. He squirmed a bit, but she was able to hold on. She could see Lodious out of the corner of her eye, watching him nervously. What now? Please, don't be Kumo! Not while there were children here. Lodious walked to the door and took down his blade."Cover his eyes.", he said calmly and quietly. Adelheid hid her face, covering the child's face. She ducked down, trying hard to protect herself and the boy. She could hear him whimpering, and, unable to calm him, she whimper with him. Lodious slowly opened the door to peer out of it hiding his blade behind him when a strong, but soft voice shouted,"LODIOUS! HEY BABEH!"The voice had a country accent and soon Lodious was toppled by a strange bigger woman."HOW YA DOIN BABEH?! DID YA GIT THAT BAD MAN FOR DA KIDS?!" Adelheid peeped out from her cover. Startled by the strange, unexpected voice, she let out a small cry. The lady looked behind her. The door just screamed at her it seems. She flung the door shut to see Adelheid."AW, WHO IS DIS LODIOUS? YOU HOLDIN OUT ON ME?""Haha, no momma. You've never seen Adelheid around here.?" "WELL HER FACE LOOK FAMILIAR, BUT I AIN'T SEEN DAT FACE IN A MINUTE. WHERE YOU BEEN AT CHIL'?"She flung her arm around Adelheid. Adelheid gasped as the large woman swept her and the boy up into a breath-taking hug. Literally, she couldn't breath. "H-hello," Adelheid coughed. "Pleased to meet you." "Mama you're choking them."Lodious was trying not to laugh. "OH, I'M SORREH BABEH I JUST GET SO EXCITED I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF! SO WHAT ABOUT DEM BAD BOYS? YOU GETTIN DEM FOR DA KIDS?!" "Yes, mama. Haha, I'm planning on leaving out sometime this weekend. I'm gonna stay here for the rest of the week with the kids." "OH REALLEH!? WHAT'S TODAY HUNNEH!?" "Thursday." "AND WHY YOU LEAVIN SO SOON!?" "I gotta get out to the Land of Music." "AW, NONSENSE CHIL' YOU AIN'T GOT TO GO OUT THERE!" "Haha, yea I do momma." "AW, WELL YOU BETTA STAY ALRIGHT NOW. YA'LL SHOULD COME BY MY HOUSE FO' DINNA TONIGHT." "We'll see what we can do mama." "WELL, IMA GO'ON BOUT MA BUSINESS. I'LL SEE YA'LL LATA. NICE SEEIN YA CHIL'!", she waved to Adelheid. "Hah, by mama." Adelhied felt a bit dizzy. She couldn't tell if it was the fact she'd just had all the air sucked out of her by a giant hug or just the shock of it all. She stumbled onto the floor, still clinging to the boy. "Lady, are you alright?" he asked. Adelheid nodded, still not finding her breath. Lodious laughed at Adelheid. "Are you ok!?" Gasping still, Adelhied nodded. "I'm fine." Lodious called the rest of the kids down."Nevermind you all can come down now!"They came in a stampede down the steps complaining. "Lodious! You made us miss town mama.!""Get Lodious!" They all tried to tackle him and beat down Lodious playfully as if he was Kumo."Get the green man!", they said aloud. Lodious popped back up from under them."Green man?"He said. "What do you guys know about the green man?" "We know he wrecked your house!", a girl said."Yea, and next time he comes, we're gonna rough him up real bad!""No you're not.", Lodious said imperatively,"You're gonna run and tell some guards. He's nothing to play with." "Awww, but Lodious-." "Not buts", he interrupted,"If you want to help fight him, you have to tell some guards. Got that?"They all nodded their heads reluctantly. Adelheid watched them silently. She smiled. "You all have time to become guards and father's like Lodious. You'll wait and do what Lodious tells you so that you learn. And all you girls will be the head of your own homes, too. When you've all married--" She was suddenly interupted by the boy in her lap. "Girls' are gross!" he said. "Well, some day, you'll change your mind about that, right, Lodious?" Adelhied giggled. Lodious giggled playfully. "Nope he's right!" The boys laughed and the girls yelled at them. Then there was a big chase between them. Lodious opened the door to let them out as they scurried out. Adelheid let down the squirming boy and he ran off to be with the others. She suddenly felt sad. She would never have her own child, and it was depressing to know that. Lodious noticed the disappointed look on her face. "What's wrong?", he asked. She looked up to him, with a sad smile. "I will never have children of my own." Lodious walked over to Adelheid and held her tenderly. He then shut the door. "Trust me, you'll have your day. I used to feel the same way about marriage. But there's always one for someone out there." Adelheid smiled sweetly at Lodious. "Yes, but, my family isn't here to assign me a husband. It's different for woman." Sighing, she got up, still in a bit of pain, and made her way to the stove. "What can I help with?" "Well you can turn the oven back on just to heat up the porridge and the roast can come out of the oven now.", Lodious walked back over to Adelheid in the kitchen."Just something that I used to help my mom with, although she was pretty reluctant to teach me. She only wanted my sister to learn how to cook." "Why didn't your sister learn?" she asked, sturring the porriage. "Well, my sister had decided to go astray from the rules. She's into other woman, and she figured that if she could pull a nice feminine one, they would be able to keep her fed." Adelheid blinked, a bit startled, then laughed. "Ah, I see. So, when do we leave?" She decided to abandon that subject, and move on to more pressing matters. "Well, I plan on leaving Sunday while the children are in church. I'll say g'nite to all of them on Saturday evening, so I can say my goodbyes.", he took the roast out of oven."All this for lunch. Haha." Adelheid giggled and nodded. "Well, good meals usually do take alot." She began setting the table for the two of them. "After I've done the dishes, I'll start to pack the few things I brought here. Then, we can collect supplies." "Alright.", he said. "This time, we're going to have to go a different way. I have a friend down by the airship base. We're gonna just ride our way there. In a bit, I will be going to the market to sell Shade again to a musician. If Kumo insists on attacking us in the airship, he will have to use melee. The ship is made of a strong metal that is 100% refined from partial-earthly minerals and metals. So he can't do much damage, unless he finds out how to bend air." Adelheid's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. They were flying!? She started to shake a bit at the horrifying idea. "I-I'm sure w-we'll be fine..." she whispered to herself more than to Lodious. "What was that?", he didn't hear what she had said clearly and it sounded as if she was crying. Adelheid looked up startled. A few tears fell from her eyes and landed on the table. "Oh, it's just I've never flown before and... I'm a bit nervous, that's all," she said. "Ah, don't be sad. If you don't feel comfortable you don't have to go.",he finished seasoning the roast and began to cut it,"Besides, Arial is a fantastic pilot. She can get us anywhere safely."[[I've never flown before and quite frankly I don't feel comfortable with it either.]] Adelheid smiled. "I've made my mind up! I can't be usefull in any other way but coming with you. I'll get over my fears." "That's good! I'm sure you'll get used to it in no time. How's that porridge over there?" Adelheid looked down at the bubbling, sweet-smelling, cream-colored mush. Sturring it quickly, she made sure the bottom wouldn't burn and spoil the meal. "It's looking good," she said. "And it smells great!" 'Ah! You can smell it! That's great. That means it's done. You can serve it to these plates."He pulled out eight wooden plates, each one for the kids. Then he pulled out a ninth."Please serve the kids first, then yourself." "But, you have to eat, too!" She cried. She began serving the plates, then, handed the ninth plate to Lodious. "EAT!" Lodious couldn't help but to laugh."Of course I'm going to eat! Just not this. After what you went through last night you need it."He pushed the plate back."I'm having something else. Please eat."He said pleased as he grabbed a slice of roast and put it on the plate. Adelheid began to protest again, but stopped before another word could escape. At least he was going to eat. Sighing, she sat down at the table, and began eating her meal quietly. SHe glanced up at Lodious; he was watching her eat. Where was his meal? He looked at Adelheid, who stared back. He gave a slight chuckle as he began to call down the children to eat. They came down quickly and all snatched a plate. Then Lodious went to the fridge and grabbed a bread pastry and a lemonade."Something that my mom makes all the time back at home. Whenever my dad doesn't eat the rest, she'll give them to one of her children. I just happened to get to the batch first this time.", he said as he gulped some lemonade. Adelhied smiled and continued eating. "You made me nervous... I didn't think you'd eat." All this seemed peaceful. Happily, she went back to watching the children. "Ah well, you wouldn't be the first who was worried about my health.", he took a bite from the pastry,"When I was in father training, I trained myself sick. It's hard to get excused by your master, but he tried to make me rest so many times and I kept at training. Used to pass out right there in the combat class." he laughed hysterically."Good times." Adelheid looked at him, worried. "That's not funny, that's dangerous." She had always been sickly herself; it was a miracle that she had survived the disease that had killed her family. "You know... I nearly died... I don't know how I survived that outbreak... but, I did..." she whispered to him, thinking of the horrors of that time. "Oh? Do you know what the disease did or was called?",he kept eating the pastry bit-by-bit. She shook her head. "No... it was aweful... my oldest brother fell ill first and then, my mother. When my father sent for help, the towns people chased him back to the farm and locked our family there. I watched my siblings and parents die all around me, until I was the only one left. I somehow was able to survive for two weeks without anyone to help me... When the towns people came back to check on us, they found me, bearly alive. They spared my life and burnt the house and barn to the ground and shot the animals. I don't know why they spared me... but, I survived." Tears had gathered in her eyes and without warning, Adelheid began weeping. Painful sobs gathered in her chest and stung her throat. All this pain made worse by the ache of her recent wounds. Lodious felt dumb, "Aw, sorry for me making you bring it back up, but please don't cry in front of the kids."The kids stared at Adelheid as they still ravaged their food and kept spilling food everywhere sloppily. Adelheid tried to silence her sobs, but couldn't find the strength to. She pushed away from the table and ran from the room, making her way upstairs. Lodious watched her run upstairs as did the kids. He cleared his throat,"Ahem eat your food. You should be getting home soon anyway." Adelheid sat on the bed, her face pressed into a pillow to quite her sobs. She had long gotten over her family's death, her tears were not for them, but for her survival. Why had the town's people choosen to spare her life, when they hadn't saved her family? They had been able to help, so why hadn't they? It made her sick to her stomach thinking of it. The people who had been her saviors had been the cause of death for her mother, father, and siblings. For the longest time, Adelheid had the desire to have died. Lodious knocked on the door lightly."Hey, sorry for bringing that back up.",he peeked into the room."Will you be alright?" [[I just remembered your other character lol.]] Adelheid shook her head. She was sure she would be. "Yes," she sniffled. "I'm sorry." He entered the room and slowly closed the door."Well, like you were saying about being spared. They probably figured you were ok. Did anyone ever take you in afterwards?" She shook her head, still sobbing. "No, they pretty much shunned me. That's what's is so confusing! They didn't spare my family, and they spared me only to shun me." He sat beside her,"Wow. That's very unexpected behavior from our Land."he used a blanket to begin wiping away her tears then pulled her close to him. Having her head against his chest, he laid his chin on her hand."I'm sure there was a reason they kept you. Of course, we'll may never know, but I'm glad they kept you." Adelheid gasped in shock as he pulled her close. It was a bit too close, but, she didn't pull away. It was nice to sit there, comforted. She sighed, and closed her eyes; wiping the rest of her tears away. "Thank you, Lodious," she whispered. Lodious didn't say anything. He just sat there still holding her."Children? Lodious!? Ha!", a voice rung in his head. Now he seemed to be dozing off into a daydream. Adelheid stared up into Lodious' face, realzing from the distant look in his eyes that his thoughts were elsewhere. She lay there, motionless, not wanting to disturb him and wondered what he was thinking about. As Lodious began to slip into a daze, he could hear the voice louder. "Lodious wake up.", the voice was husky. Then another voice cross-faded into the husky one, but it sounded feminine."Lodious. Gah, you'll be celebate forever!"Lodious then snapped out of his daze where he found himself still holding Adelheid."Oh, sorry about that. The kids should be going now. They should be finished eating.", he got up to go see how the kids were doing. Adelheid followed him, not knowing what else to do. As the last child was pushed out and the door closed, she turned to Lodious. "What were you thinking about?" she asked. He rubbed his head and laughed, "Aw, nothing. Just good times with the fa-"He stopped to take out his cell phone which was vibrating in his pocket."Yes?"The voice was loud and familiar."Hey Momma. Haha.....Yea we'll be over there tonight. Get ready? For? Huh? Wait what? Umm ok. Love you too, bye.", he hung up."That was town mama as you probably heard. She says dress formally tonight. Umm, I'm not too sure how big your wardrobe is. Wanna go shopping?" Adelheid's mouth hung open. Shopping? While they were supposed to get ready to leave? That was stupid, insane, but, sounded like fun. Adelheid grinned. "I'd love to," she sighed. "I haven't gotten new clothing in forever!" He thought to himself,"Ah yes, I should've gotten paid this week. It'll be all on me. Plus my wardrobe is getting kinda gray too. So we'll both look nice tonight." Adelheid smiled. Her clothes were really out of date. This would be the best time to lighten things up. She just hoped it wouldn't bother her wounds too much. As she walked beside him to the store, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on. "Um, how formal do we need to dress?" she asked. "What are we doing?" "Well she didn't say, but knowing Town Mama, we'll probably look more dazzled than her just buy putting on a watch."He opened the door so they could enter into a snazzy store called,Valued Perfections Adelheid giggled, even though the joke hadn't been a very nice one. As they stepped into the store, she couldn't help but catch her breath in shock. This was where they were getting their clothes!? Wondorous clothing hung on golden racks. Long, glass and gold counters that curved around the whols store were filled with displays of the most rare and beautiful gems and jewlery. "Are you sure?" she asked, nervously. "This place seems a bit exspensive." "Ah, Valued Perfections is actually where you get the best deals on clothing. You can haggle your way into a nice suit or dress of your choice, even if you don't buy it right off the back.",he was talking as he looked on the shelves quickly for some nice shoes to wear. Then he realized,"Hmm, maybe I should be going to pick out my suit first. Why don't you go look for a dress? If you need help an assistant will always notice." Adelheid nodded and headed off in the direction of the womens' department. For a while, all she could do was stare in awe at the marvelous clothes and beautiful jewlery. She didn't want to choose anything too nice, so, she decided to pick something less showy. Finding a small display in the back of the store, Adelheid choose a bright yellow sun dress with a pretty pattern of small pink flowers and tiny green leaves. To go along with the dress, she choose a pair of sandalls and a tiny gold chain to go around her neck. "These are what I would like," she said when she finally returned to Lodious. Lodious had been picking out some cologne when Adelheid came back with a bright yellow dress."Oh! Town Mama would love this.", he laughed. "All right, we'll ring all of our things up."He was carrying a dark red velvet suit and shiny black dress shoes."These are actually made by my armor maker, Yung. He's a designer and he helped make my armor along with some other things in my wardrobe." She smiled. "I'm sure anything could make that woman smile, really. She seems like such a cheerful person." Adelheid looked over the choice of clothing Lodious had choosen. She suddenly felt like she would be out of place, standing next him in such a plain outfit, but she pushed that thought aside. "Well, you're pretty much right."He picked up a small bottle of cologne."That should be it", he said. As they walked to the cash register, Lodious noticed the woman standing there. An old childhood admirer of his. She was said to be seductive these days, and the thought of him and Adelheid being seen buying clothes together by her would just make the worst results. So he turned down another aisle while she wasn't looking and caught a man restocking the hat shelves."Excuse me, can I get some help ringing this up? I need to get this done quickly.""Why yes," the man said, "Patricia is actually quite experienced with the cash register here. You should go see her."Lodious sighed,"Alright thanks", he then walked reluctantly back to the cash register."Alright",he directed his words to Adelheid but didn't make eye contact with her,"This woman up here is something. Please don't let anything she says get to you." Adelheid was a bit confused, but nodded. Was there something wrong with this woman? She followed Lodious to the cash register, hoping everything was okay. "Lodious, thanks for buying these for me," she whispered to him, "I'll be sure to pay you back some time." "Ah, it's no problem.", he whispered back. They had reached the cash register. "Good afternoon and thanks for shopping at Valued Perfections.", the woman said.Lodious quickly put his head down pretending to look for his wallet."Good afternoon", he said.The lady quickly rang up all of their things."Nice choices here. That would be 557 Juns and 89 tessels." Lodious quickly pulled out a card and handed it to the lady still looking down pretending he was reading something. He knew it was rude but still kept at it. The woman stared at Lodious oddly but quickly slid his card and processed the rest of the sell."Have a nice day and thank you for shopping at Valued Perfections.", she sounded jolly and mannerable, but still looked suspiciously at Lodious."Thanks, you too."He quickly took the card and flipped his hair back by instict. His heart jumped as he thought"Doh."He quickly picked up the dress and his items also and began for the door when the woman shouted."Sir!"He stopped"Ahem yes?!""You forgot your cologne!"And surely enough as he looked for the bottle, it was not in the bag, but was in her hand. His face was empty as he whispered to Adelheid,"Can you get that for me?" Adelheid gave Lodious a funny look. What was his problem? Who was this woman? She sighed and smiled, though; it wasn't her place to know. She smiled warmly at the woman, reaching her hand out to take the bottle. "I'll take it," she said, her voice warm and gentle. The woman gave Adelheid the bottle and smiled."Ah thanks.", then she whispered."Your boyfriend is weird." Adelheid nodded, smiling a bit. Taking the bottle, she scurried to Lodious' side and left the store. "Who was she?" Adelheid asked. "Oh, she was someone who was crazy over me younger. I really don't understand what she liked about me so mu-" "Lodious?"The woman was now in front of them. "Gah!"Lodious was startled.He turned around and the woman was once again at the register."Huh!?" He was now confused. "You don't remember me?", she said."Yes! I do, but, she favors you a lot...""Well duh Lodious, that's my twin.""You had a twin!?""Yea, so what are you doing tonight?", she glared at Adelheid."Oh who's this? You're married now." Lodious face was now teh color of a cherry."Oh! This is Adelheid. My friend.""Oh", she scoffed,"Friend. Well can I see you again some time?""Umm, I don't know I've been a bit busy lately." "Ok", she handed him a piece of paper. "Well, give me a call sometime.""Er, I'll see."She walked off nudging Adelheid firmly.Lodious sighed heavily."Sorry about that." Adelheid was startled by all of this. Lodious didn't seem very good with woman. She took her place by Lodious again as the twins walked off, one of them giving her a painful shove as they went. She looked up at the very confused man and giggled. "Wow," she remarked. "You've got some lady troubles, huh?" "Yea,"he began to open the door for her. "I just can't believe she held that for so long. Oh well, we got to get to Town Mama's in a bit." Adelheid giggled, walking out the door. "Alright, I really want to know what's going on! What is she planning?" "I actually don't know either. All she said was dress up and when she says dress up, she wants us to dress as if we're going to church with her.", he turned the corner. She nodded, thinking this over. She didn't really know Mama, so, she couldnt' say what was going to happen. They had finally reached his house where Lodious opened the door for Adelheid. "Well, I can't stay I got to do some running around. Gotta sell Shade at the market and some more. I'll be back in time to bath and get dressed." She nodded and ran upstairs again. Peeling off her clothes, and replacing them with her new outfit. Adelheid studied herself for a moment in the mirror before running back down. She decided, since there wasn't much else to do, she would read. Taking one of her few texts, she curled up in a large chair. Lodious walked back around the same corner and continued past the storm. He then pulled out his phone and pressed a couple of buttons. He was at his organizer screen."Okay, to Patricia's first.",he then pressed the talk button."Hey this is Patricia leave a message.""Hey trish it's Lodious. I'll be stopping by later to look at the suitable ship for the trip. Call me back when you get this message. Thanks again.",he hung up. He then looked at his organizer again. "Sell Shade"was the next task. He went further into the middle of the town to see the market stand where Shade was being fed an apple by a man at a produce stand. He walked over to Shade and petted him looking at the man politely. He was an aged man. "How are you?""Ah, is this your horse? Was wondering who he belonged to.""Thank you. Nice stand you have here.""Ah, yes. The freshest around heh heh.",he chuckled and tossed Lodious an orange."Thank you sir.""No problem son."He then walked with Shade to a fenced area. He tied him up just for the sake of display and went up onto the stand over him. He picked up a card and drew some numbers on it after calculating trip expenses. He then began taking bids from people and quickly sold it to a man with an orange scarf on his arm.He then flipped through his phone and called his own home to check on Adelheid. Startled at first, Adelheid had to run to catch the phone. "Hello," she gasped into the phone. "Hey, you sound tired? Everything alright over there?",he looked at the time on his phone. It was starting to get late and he had 45 minutes to get ready for the outing. She sighed. "I'm okay. I'm just fine." Adelheid looked up to the clock, for just a few moments, realizing the short time he had left. "You'd better hurry." "Yea, I'm on my way back. See you when I get there.",he began to power walk home. He had a couple of blocks that he had to tackle and then probably only 30 minutes to get completely ready for that night. Adelheid put her books away and started cleaning. She swept the floor, not knowing what else to do. He kept walking almost tripping over little children and a dog. Almost stepping on a cat and almost breaking his ankle in a storm drain. He then quickly rounded the corner that was down the block from his home. And quickly unlocked the door and ran upstairs getting ready to jump in the spring. "Hello!" she called up to him as he ran. "Anything I can help you with?" He was tripping over his pants which were around his ankles."Umm, no thanks. I would say don't come up here!" This sent Adelheid into a storm of giggles. She couldn't help herself. Doubling over, holding her stomach, the girl just laughed. Tears fell from her eyes and she had to gasp to catch her breath. "Okay then!" she called back up to him while she gasped for breath. Lodious heard her thump to the floor laughing. He had finally gotten a towel around himself. He ran quickly out of the room down the stairs and out the back door to dive into the spring. He then untied his hair while underwater and came back up. Adelheid sat on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest and her face hidden in her knees. Her laughter was loud and sweet and echoed through the house. Sighing, she finally was able to catch her breath and settle down. Lodious thought there for a sec. That's the first time he had heard her laugh that hard. He sat and soaked for a minute as he though about what Town Mama was planning. It felt so good to have a good laugh. Just as it did to have a good cry. Smiling, and still chickling to herself, Adelheid got back to cleaning. Lodious finally got out of the water and flipped his hair back. He'd hoped the blinds were close to the back door or she would have seen everything. There wasn't too much mist out there considering the temperature outside was nicer than normally. He quickly wrapped his towel around himself and decided to dry off inside the house."Goodness, I hope the heat is on inside the house."He made his way in with nothing but a towel trying to swiftly make his way past Adelheid. As he suspected, he forgot to turn the heat on and almost started shivering halfway up the stairs. He finally made it to his room and closed the door to get ready. [[Sexy image time!]] Adelheid was startled to see Lodious in nothing but a towel and she covered her eyes quickly; her face was beat red. Again she was reminded that she was a single woman staying with a single man, this wasn't right. Sighing as soon as he'd past, she sat there still, her eyes still covered. She didn't know why, but she kept them covered. [[LMAO]]Lodious now had pants on and was looking in his closet for a nice belt. He had many of them and had a difficult time trying to find out which one to pick."Hmmm,", he picked up a nice shiny black one and wrapped it around himself for a preview of how it would look."Nah",he then hung it back up in the closet. Finally, she let her hands drop to her sides and she rested her head against the wall, sighing. She really liked Lodious, but this wasn't a very good idea to have a single woman and single man together alone. Maybe she should leave. He finally was dressed with a belt that he felt fit the attire. He then spritzed some cologne on himself and headed downstairs for Adelheid's opinion."How's this?"He said. His hair was still down and was silky and light. Adelheid smiled up at him. He was so handsome, but, she was still nervous. "Y-you look very nice," she whispered. He noticed her voice was a bit shaky."Is something the matter?", he asked. Her cheeks flushed even brighter. "It's just...when you ran in.... and the towel..." she studdered. Then, over come by embarresment, she burried her face in her hands. He burst into laughter. So much laughter that he almost fell on the floor but resisted so that he wouldn't get his suit messed up. His ribs began to ache from so much laughter. The petite woman groaned, embarresed. This wasn't funny. He'd run in, almost completly naked and he though her discomfort was funny! He tried to stop laughing,"I'm sorry.", he apologized through giggles."I don't mean to laugh at you." He had finally gained air and stopped laughing."It's ok.", he thought about it then asked playfully, "Well did you like what you saw?",he giggled a bit more at the question. Adelheid blushed even more and she moved her arms to cover her face. She didnt' want to say anything. Nothing would escape her lips on this matter. She'd just have to change the subject. "Shouldn't we be going?" she peeped. He laughed at her reaction. "Ah, Adelheid. Haha. Yea let's go." He walked up to her and hooked his arm offering it to her. Adelheid, though still embarresed, hooked her arm through his and stood up. She grinned at him. "Okay," she began. "I guess we both got our laughs from each other." "Oh", Lodious was playfully surprised."And what did I do to entertain you?" "Earlier, you were so funny!" she cried. "You seemed in such a rush!" "Yea! I didn't want to be late. Town Mama sure would have given it to me.", he thought for a moment."I was also thinking of what she has planned for us." She nodded, a bit concerned. "What do you think? You must have some idea, knowing her so well and all." "It's probably gonna be something that shocks the hell out of us." He chuckled. "Hopefully not heart attack material." Adelheid laughed and then, they continued on in silence. "How far does she live?" she asked, looking towards her friend as they went. "She lives a bit away, which is why I arranged for this." A nice carriage came around the corner. It was being pulled by two strong horses. Adelheid drew back, hiding behind him as the carriage pulled up. The horses were huge and frightening compared to her. "You called this for us? Wow! Aren't we flashy?" "Yea! Yea, didn't wanna go in a taxi. We got to impress her!",he let the driver open the door for them."Ready?", he stood beside the door ready to help her into it. She took his hand and climbed into the charriage. She smiled, sitting on the the soft, velt seats. "This is so nice," she remaked.[[Oh, do I have a story to tell you, Midori!]] He climbed in after helping her up and let the driver close the door."I'm glad you like."He scooted in a bit closer to her.[[Oooh, a story! :D]] She nodded, smiling. "I do. It's so nice." Adelheid put her head back against the seat, yawning. She closed her eyes and began dozing off to the rhythm in which the carriage sped along.[[It's a long, tiring one. I'll tell you sometime... but not here]] Lodious noticed Adelheid dozing off. He laid her head on his shoulder so her neck wouldn't be uncomfortable once she had awaken. She sighed as she fell asleep. She seemed to sleep peacefully, but her dreams were troubled. She saw the villagers again, when they burned her home. Her families bodies were still inside; one of the village men held her. She woke with a start, jumping up and away from Lodious. "Mommy!" she cried. Her breath was ragged; it took her a few minutes to calm down and figure out where she was. Lodious sat there still wondering how this night would go."I suppose Town Mama would be fixing something hefty, but dressing up....what is she planning."He looked at his watch. They had 15 more minutes to be there on time as Town Mama stressed. He flipped his hair back lightly so he wouldn't awake Adelheid. They were about 30 minutes away from the house. He sighed,"Now I have to hear it when we get there." She turned to Lodious, she eyes wide. "Where are we!?" she cried. He was startled as he lost his train of though."Oh! We're almost there. About thirty more minutes. Had a bad dream?" Tears streamed from her eyes and she burried her face in her hands. "Mommy, mommy!" she moaned over and over. Lodious then knew what the problem was and began to hold her again."Aw, don't cry Adelheid. Especially not now. You need to stay prettied for Town Mama and she knows when people cry. If you don't wanna play 20 questions when you get there, you should stop crying and wipe away your tears before we arrive." Adelheid sniffled; sucking in a ragged breath. She tried to giggled at the joke, but she couldn't. "Mommy was still inside when the burnt down the house!" Lodious was truly sorry for her. Having to grow up without a family had to be a pain. Which gave him an idea for something inspiring to say,"Ah, well you've been without a family so long. Why start crying now? You're from the Land of Family, where life revolves around family. You should be much stronger than this don't you think?",he kept his eye on the road estimating that it was about 20 more minutes. Still sniffling, Adelheid nodded. "I should feel better... but, I've been lonely for so long." What she wanted was a family again, and even though they lived here, she still didn't feel part of them. And so, Lodious and Adelheid went on to become great friends. No one knows of their journey or what became of them from that point on. But as the dreamers dream of more legends, there shall be other stories to tell of. That is one sad, and aburpt ending. Maybe some day someone will figure it out.

Dreams (Clair and Randall)

_Every Breath You Take_ - [Dnarion]

The sound of the car door shutting stories below her pulled her out of the trance-like state with a jump. Heart hammering wildly, brown eyes quickly scanned the rest of the room for the source of the sound, mind taking too long to catch up to the source of the disturbance. Why was she so panicked? He wasn't someone who would announce his presence with something as simple as the slam of a car door. No, he'd be more calculated, cunning, quiet; she wouldn't know he was there until he wanted her to.Rushing to the window to try and reassure herself that she was right in her assessment, the woman's eyes scanned the whole of the available parking. No, the car she'd expected to see wasn't there, which had relief flooding her veins. But, another look and that relief became peppered with dread, catching sight of the man moving toward the building. A heavy sigh tumbled free of her lips, heavy in its weight but shaky in its unspoken anxiety, as she moved back from the window and tried to steel herself for what would inevitably come next. Forwhowould come next.Vincent. A man that brought up almost as many emotions as Rafe did.When everything had gone to hell and they'd confirmed that he'd be the one to keep charge of her, protecting her against the psycho until he was caught, she'd felt overwhelmingly compelled to ask for someone else, anyone else. Someone who wasn't directly involved that wouldn't come with memories she wanted to escape. Given his personal involvement, he had as much motive as she did for wanting him caught, a vested interest albeit once removed as compared to her own. In their eyes, that meant he wouldn't shirk any duties, would remain hypervigilant, and wouldn't rest until Rafe was finally away so that their lives could move on.But when the person who was protecting you was the man who you'd come to blame, in part, for how everything turned out (no matter how irrational the reasoning), an arrangement like this was going to be more than a little awkward.With a glance toward her bags, carelessly tossed by the door, Sofia waited, pacing back and forth for the knock that meant he was there, ready to take her away from the comfort of her own home. Did she want to admit she was just waiting around for him? That she couldn't focus on anything else, despite her laptop being open and on the table, a handful of words all she could manage to type on the otherwise empty word document? Or, did she settle in at her table and try to act like she wasn't as lost as she was. As terrified as she was. That she could get a good night's sleep and hadn't been tossing and turning for weeks, barely managing an hour a night.Deciding on the latter, the woman forced herself to stop pacing, fixing her hair as best she could with some finger-combing before pinching her cheeks to bring life back into her increasingly gaunt appearance. Although haggard, she couldn't and wouldn't allow herself to admit how much he'd affected her daily life. Not yet. Not to Vincent. Not to anyone.Not even herself. Only his sense of duty had him coming to Sofia's place once more to rescue her from Rafe. The first time he had done so was in answer to a call from dispatch about a violent domestic dispute having taken place at Sofia's residence. He and his partner at the time, Tabitha, had arrived on the scene...never knowing Rafe was nearby. Sofia's husband had beaten her so severely that Vince had carried her away, and taken her to the hospital in his own car. Of course, he had warned Ana directly afterwards of what had happened...his beautiful wife, and then he had gone out looking for Rafe. He had been furious with what had happened to Sofia, but that was nothing compared to what came next. To this day...it still haunted him with every single bit of clarity as if it had just happened seconds ago. It was even worse when he was asleep. For even while he was out looking for Rafe; the bastard had come back to the Montgomery home and savagely raped and murdered his precious sweet wife. The scene when he came home was burnt into his very soul...he would never forget that wretched tragic night.And, he had never forgiven Sofia for it all. Oh, it wasn't like she had done these things to Ana - her own sister. It wasn't like she had encouraged Rafe to rape and murder Vince's wife. Yet, the sheer connection she had to it all, and the fact that she had married someone like Rafe did nothing to help Vince forgive her. If he hadn't been helping her...if she had never married the bastard...if he hadn't been out trying to catch Rafe for her...Ana would have been safe...would still be alive and untouched.If, however, never solved anything in the past.Vince made his way up the stairs...hyper alert and almost begging for Rafe to show himself. After all, if he did, then Vince could finish the ghastly affair, and he wouldn't have to take Sofia anywhere. Yet, his instincts told him Rafe was nowhere around. No doubt finding his ex armed had put Rafe a bit scared for the moment, but Vince knew it would not last. His training...both as a detective and from his parents...refused to let him leave. Sofia was a human being, and she needed his help. No matter what had happened in the past...she needed him, and Ana would never forgive him if he let something happen to her sister. Thus, despite the savage war going on inside his mind and heart; Vince found himself at the door and knocking.He hadn't seen her in a long time, and gulped hard after announcing, "Sofia, open up!"Naturally, he was armed with his Beretta neatly holstered away under his blue blazer which went well with the comfortable black work slacks he wore. When the call had come in - he had been on his way home from the police department. As such, his short wavy black hair was a bit of a mess, and he was still keyed up from the cases he had been working.What would she say? What would Sofia do when she saw him? He knew she blamed him for the death of her sister - almost as much as he blamed her. It was an intolerable situation, but he stood his ground waiting for her to open the door. She had called him. Would she now pretend not to be home just so she could avoid seeing him again? No...no, he knew she would answer. Rafe scared the hell out of her. She needed protection, and he was really her only option. Even the Captain had accepted this idea rather quickly, and it wasn't like the department had a lot of manpower to spare.When she did not answer immediately; Vince began to wonder if his instincts were wrong. Perhaps Rafe had returned after all, and decided to finish the job. Perhaps he already had. It was likely Sofia was dead already, and likely as bad or worse than what had happened to Ana. He gulped hard again, and forced himself to remain calm. Breaking down the door after only one attempt of knocking was over reacting. Taking a deep breath; Vince knocked again...waiting as patiently as he could for Sofia to open the door. All the while, he could have sworn his beloved wife was looking down from Heaven...watching as he went once more to her sister's rescue. Did she blame her as he did? Or did his wife blame him for not being there? Had she called out his name...begging him to show up...begging for his protection as he so often had nightmares about? Vince blinked away the tears that were trying to form, and sternly shook his thoughts into order. Now was not the time for this. Sofia needed him...even if it was the last place he wanted to be. How much time passed before his knock sent ice running through her veins? How much time before his voice sent an uncomfortable shiver up her spine, announcing his presence and request to enter? Did she want him to come in? Had she changed her mind and decided to face the monster of her nightmares alone?No, no that wasn't an option. She needed him to keep her alive long enough to catch him, to put him behind bars and to finally get justice for Ana. That meant she'd have to put up with her discomfort, the stifling atmosphere that would surely surround the pair as they walked on eggshells. Until he was caught, they wouldn't be able to avoid each other, tethered to the other like the weighted chains of a past that refused to let go. For a moment, all she could do was freeze, her eyes transfixed on an object unseen as her mind filled with every possible scenario for how this was going to go. She could see never leaving her apartment because they couldn't get along well enough to even share a car together. She could see finally getting into the car, but with not another word spoken, wrapped in a stifling silence. She could see every awkward moment playing out before her like it'd already happened.Every moment, but what it'd actually be like to open the door.In every imagining, Sofia couldn't see herself opening the door for him to come into her life anymore than he already was. Mentally, it always picked up with the door already ajar, his presence bursting in and imposing itself onto her. Why was that one aspect so difficult for her? Was it admitting defeat? Weakness?His second knocks startled her again, brown eyes swiveling toward the door as she let out a breath and told herself this was a good thing. This was one step closer to the end, one way or another.And that end started with her gripping the knob and turning it.Just do it,her mind coached her as her steps carried her toward the door, hand resting on the cool brass of its knob for a moment as the other disengaged the lock. Then, as much as she could manage, she opened it with neutral expression. That expression, she'd hoped, erred on the side of quiet thankfulness for his presence and assistance, while not speaking to the late sleepless nights. But, there was no masking it, not really. Especially to him."Sorry, I was just...finishing up," the woman greeted him as she opened the door wide, allowing him to enter while glancing down each hallway out of habit. Door closed far faster than it'd opened, the locks were engaged once more and she threw herself into the role she'd created. A hand closed the laptop on the counter, stuffing the device into its carrying case before picking up all her loose papers, her notes and doodles, those following suit."I wasn't sure how much to pack, so I kept it simple with work-related and essentials. Did you need anything from me specifically before we leave?"That's right,her thoughts assured her.Focus on this like you would any meeting. Strictly business. She was there...and she did not look well, but this really did not surprise Vincent all that much. It was clear, also, that she was doing all she could to keep some kind of a professional demeanor...anything to hide the sleepless nights she clearly had been having. He couldn't blame her for wanting to hide her weakness, and for a moment he even caught himself respecting her. Instead of awkward silence and words of hate or distrust - she was focusing on the meeting as if it were a piece of business she had to attend to. To Vincent, this was a blessing, but he did not dare to let himself become wrapped up in awe of her. The last thing he wanted was to make the situation even more uncomfortable, and so - like Sofia - he focused only on his duty: protecting her."I understand," Vince noted to her as professionally as he could...despite the hidden layer of emotions he was sure was not so hidden in his eyes. Even so, politeness never hurt, and if it helped him to stay professional...so be it. "For the moment, essentials are likely the best. We don't know how long you will be...staying, but if you need other things later...we can make sure you are taken care of." Okay, so he knew his voice was not quite as steady as he would have liked, but then it had already been a long day. Perhaps Sofia would chalk it up to that, but he doubted it.Yet, his heart was still thudding hard in his chest. All the old wounds and pain were still there...made fresh by him rescuing her again...just as he had the day he lost his wife to Rafe. He pushed the emotions down...it would do no good for Sofia to see how much he hated this moment. So, he held out his hand with a desire to help - just as he always would have. To do otherwise would have been to slight Sofia, and that was not an option."We should get going," he told her as he waved her to the door...hoping she would let him help...if for no other reason than to make the moment feel some kind of normalcy. "The spare room is ready for you when you arrive, and it has it's own bathroom," Vince added in a way to keep things flowing. Any delay or pause might make the awkwardness of the situation worse. That could be a distraction from protecting her, and staying alert for Rafe...neither of which he was going to allow.Of course, Vincent had heard briefly on the phone what had taken place for this particular set of circumstances to occur, but no details as of yet had been given. The investigator inside him said it was important to know these things. So, once they were heading downstairs; Vince began to ask her for details just as he would have any other victim."So, what happened exactly?" his voice as neutral as one could be considering the man connected was the same whom had raped and killed his wife. If this was how he was going to handle their newly-formed awkward arrangement, she was going to have a hard time even sitting in the same car as him, let alone living with him until this was taken care of. There were too many pauses, too much in the way of formal wording. The writer in her was screaming that this scene was too contrived and that it would never work. These two people couldn't cohabitate anything without there being an issue later down the line. There was no way.For the sake of trying to make it through in one piece, she would ignore every instinct inside of her that was telling her to take it back, to deal with Rafe on her own. It was with that in mind, she didn't vocalize any of her feelings and allowed him to continue ahead as normally as he could manage.Even if that normal was far below what she knew of him.So, when he reminded her they'd have to leave this awkward bubble and get into an even smaller space, her heart sank, but she nodded. There wouldn't be a fight with him about helping, as it would've made for more unnecessary conflict. All she did was grab up her things, do one last look-around her apartment to make sure she had everything she needed to start with, and left, locking her door behind him. One foot in front of the other, Sofia let herself go on autopilot as they descended the stairs and made it outside toward his car, each step bringing her away from certainty and into more of the unknown.What she hadn't expected was to rehash the last encounter she'd had. The woman had given the account at the police station with the cops who'd wanted a debrief, and now she was having to give another one. The silence that followed his question lingered, visibly uncomfortable as she grappled with the mental image branded in her mind ofhimover her.Himin her one sacred space. Fingers fiddling with the base of her light coat, shrugging as her teeth embedded the inside of her lip. A shaky breath escaped, but still no words came out, struggling to find the words to describe what happened, as the only thing she could easily say was, had the gun not been there, she wouldn't have been standing there then."I don't know how he got in," Sofia started quietly, keeping her eyes focused ahead as her mind became wholly focused. "The only thing out of the ordinary was I hadn't gotten any emails...or pictures...nothing from him at all that day. I thought maybe, just maybe, I was going to have one day without him." A soft, bitter laugh dripped free of the last words, tapering off into silence again before she countinued. "I was wrong. I'd gone to bed, and had laid there for a good while just waiting for sleep to take me, oddly at ease. At some point, I'd nodded off and started to wake up as I felt... I don't know, I just felt like I wasn't alone. And the first thing I saw were his eyes... Eyes that just...they were so focused...the rest of him completely still even after the realization that I was awake..."Each word she managed to get out was becoming tenser in tone, each breath shakier as the memory of that night took complete hold. Rather than go over the fight that ensued, the struggle, she skipped ahead and cleared her throat. "I managed to grab my gun and I fired. He's...He's got a wound now somewhere on his head. Maybe the ear? But, he ran and I've been just waiting."Waiting to die...waiting to live...waiting for some sort of an absolution that would never come...her mind added."Does any of that help?" "It does," Vincent told her with just a hint of warmth actually in his voice. Perhaps it came from imagining how frightened she must have been discovering that beast hovering over her. There had been no warmth in his voice towards Sofie in years, but there it was all the same. Warmth...something he thought never to hear from himself towards her considering what had happened. He let it roll around in his mind for a bit before continuing to talk to her. Some part of him realized she needed a voice...something to help her with what she had just faced. A man she hated and feared had invaded her privacy, was hovering over her, and she was scared out of her mind. More warmth seeped into his voice as he continued, "Sofie, I am here for you," he told her softly, and he found that despite their past...he meant those words. He gulped hard...forcing past the damn awkwardness. If they couldn't even get past a simple conversation; then living with her was going to be hell. He took a deep breath, and didn't pause long. "Look, we both know this isn't our favorite idea in the universe, but I promise I won't let him hurt you again."The promise felt good...it felt good to tell her...to reassure her, and that was not without hope. He still was not happy with her...not by a long shot. It was still her fault Ana was dead...still her fault this monster was in his life, and for the second time no less, but he would keep his promise. If that meant living with Sofie in his house to protect her, and finally nail the bastard that had killed and raped his wife...so be it. His demeanor returned to a more professional tone again, but at least there had been a hint of warmth.They were not far from his house now, and in the rearview mirror Vincent could make out his partner's car following three cars back. Rafe would have a devil of a time doing anything right now, and considering the info Sofie had given him...it was clear he would not be back soon. He was no doubt angry, hurt, and clearly taken by surprise by Sofie's defensive shot. None of that was a bad thing, and the tactician inside him said tonight at least she would have no problems. Perhaps even the next day or so, but after that...that was another matter entirely. Of course, there were units out combing the immediate five mile radius for Rafe, and one of them could get lucky. He doubted it somehow.He let her willing to speak up or not - either was fine with him. Trying to put her at ease was not a bad plan, but it was not something he was overly comfortable in doing. She was almost an enemy the way he had viewed her for so long. At best, she was to be avoided...and here she was in the car with him as he drove up to the house. Opening the garage door with his remote; he drove on in, and turned the car off. A long day was promising to turn into an equally long night. That had certainly not been the plan, but then he was a detective...use to the odd nightmare hours. Once the car was off, he got out, and opened up the house...the garage door shutting behind him and automatically locking. A massive bark told him Sheba was still present and alert...the massive German Shepard he kept to watch over his home. Sheba barked again as he opened the side door leading to the pantry and dining room.They were home.She was coming into his home...the new house ever since Ana had died. He had never been able to stay in the other after her death, and Sofie had never been inside this one. For that matter, neither had Rafe...which was a blessing. Not that it mattered...he was sure Rafe could find him if he wished. Sheba, for her part, was instantly there to greet them, but she was immediately alert to the new presence and growled."Easy, Sheba. This is Sofie. She is 'safe'. Understand...'safe'," Vince instructed the growling Shepard.Her attitude towards Sofie changed in a micro-instant. Sheba came over to Sofie, and sniffed her...remembering her scent, and barked once protectively of the new arrival. She would not be letting anyone hurt this new human in her home...not without a massive fight."Sheba is my guard dog and companion. She watches over things while I am away, and tends to watch over witnesses every so often. She is fantastic at her job, too. Sheba knows the sight and smell of a gun, and a knife for that matter, and she has the keenest hearing I have ever heard of from a dog," Vincent explained to Sofie, and again the warmth had briefly returned. Perhaps it was from talking about Sheba, but whatever it was...it had been there while he was introducing the dog to her. She was holding on by a thread. Her mind was so consumed with that look, with those eyes that made her feel so much less than human, made her feel worthless, made her feel like she was nothing but dirt beneath his shoes... She felt like, at any given moment, her body would give out and she'd be granted the easy way out. Every part of her felt stretch thin, pulled to her limit as she warred with herself. What would it be like if she just gave herself over? If she took what was inevitably coming down the road and got it over with? What would it be like if she just let herself go, taking the bottle of pills she'd eyed in hopes that her end would be swift and painless, drifting off to sleep as her organs shut down and her heartbeats ceased for the final time? What would it be like if she went to meet him, gun in hand, and tried to take him out before he took her out?If only so that he didn't get the satisfaction, and if only so that her sister wouldn't have died without justice...she remained. But her sanity and mental hold was diminishing. Piece by piece, her mind was succumbing to the constant fear of his retribution. No matter how many times she told herself she was fine, the voice inside her head that said otherwise was becoming louder and louder, unable to ignore it anymore. And now that they had reached this point, everything about her felt so fragile that a breath of wind could shatter her. She hardly trusted herself alone with her thoughts anymore so she continued to focus on her writing, on her books, struggling to maintain the normalcy she'd possessed before he'd infiltrated her life.And then, something pulled her out of her thoughts and had her eyes sliding over to him for the first time since retelling what'd happened in as much detail as she could manage. That something was what she'd heard in his voice, shocking her out of the loop of abusive barrage of images that'd filled her mind, any semblance of what she'd hoped was a strong facade melting away for a glimmer of a moment. In that moment, wrapped in a blanket of fear and desolation, he reached her. In that moment, she knew he meant exactly what he said and that, while he felt the same way she did about the arrangement, he wouldn't allow anything to happen despite their reason for this arrangement.Though she didn't say anything back, she gave the smallest of nods, the only acknowledgement she could trust herself to give before allowing her eyes to travel back out the window as she focused on her breathing.In.Out.In.Out.Before she knew it, they were pulling into a garage, and her breath hitched. This was it. She'd crossed the threshold into his space, his place, and would be residing there until this was done and over with, to whatever end. It felt heavy, just the idea of living in his spare room, like a spare thought, like the pain he couldn't escape from but would endure for Ana.Following his lead, she entered his home and was immediately greeted by a large dog, its deep growl causing her to freeze as she waited for direction...only to watch the instant change come over the animal by Vincent's direction. Remaining still as she came voer and sniffed, she was in awe of her, all she could do more than she'd anticipated. "You've thought of it all," the woman said, the first words spoken since early on in their ride over. Her own voice was hollow, but sincere."How will this work?" she found herself asking, needing to focus on something, needing to fill the void again. "Where you have work, and I've work...what will the arrangement be?" Vincent heard her question even as Sheba stayed with her; for the dog now understood Sofie's importance in the house. Of course, Sheba had no idea the truth of those words, but she would do her duty. For she was not just trained to help protect, but to comfort as well. Sometimes Vincent would have to bring home a victim to a terrible crime like rape, and Sheba was trained to make such people feel better...not just keep them safe. It was almost as important to make sure such people were taken care of emotionally as it was to protect them from harm. Yet, the question must be answered: how were they to handle this arrangement?"As I recall, you work from your laptop. I will have you set up with the security net here so you can go online, and take care of your job. This place was wired by the tech department of my unit; so the security software for networks is far more secure than even most of the best services out there. This should allow you some freedom there without worrying about Rafe being able to hack your system. The spare room has its own bathroom attached to it, and a double lock on both doors. As for my own work schedule - it has basically been cleared until Rafe is caught. The Captain took me off of all the other cases I was on, and had me assigned only to this one now. So, I am mainly here to protect, and when I am not - I shall be out looking for him. On those times when I am not here, my partner will be here with Sheba to help protect you. She is an excellent detective, and she knows her martial arts...not to mention she is almost a better shot than I am. Her name is Tabitha Reynolds. The rest...I suppose we shall have learn and adapt together. The house has an alarm system - just so you know. I would recommend you not going out without either me or my partner, but if you must...at least take Sheba. She is registered as a service dog attached to the police department; so she can go anywhere," Vince explained to her...his voice a bit more quiet as he realized the warmth he had been using.Partly, he was angry at himself for allowing his mental defenses to come down around her, but at the same time...he was just doing his job, and he was good at it...always had been. In the entire time he had been assigned to protecting witnesses and victims - he had never lost a single one, and each one had gone on to later live decent and almost normal lives. Still, this was Sofie...not some stranger - though she might as well be. Whatever friendship they had once was now long gone in the aftermath of his wife's death. He knew she blamed him for Ana's death, and perhaps she was right. After all, where had he been when she was being brutally attacked to the point of death? Where had he been when she was crying out for help? He, the police officer...the heroic detective, and he had not been there for Ana when she most needed him. Yes, perhaps Sofie was right to be angry with him. Wasn't it his fault she wasn't alive now?Of course, it was just as much Sofie's fault! She had been the one to marry Rafe. It had been her unwise choice for such a companion that ended up being cruel and brutal. He should have been there to protect Ana, but it should never have been necessary to begin with, and that was what made him so angry. A double-edged fury he could not simply toss aside: for Sofie...and for himself.He turned to show Sofie the alarms system even as he punched the code in to secure the house. Once it was clear she understood how it worked; he turned to enter the living room...motioning her to follow him. "I'll show you to your room. The house...well...it is as much your own now as mine," he told her, but for some reason he did not bother to clarify that it was only her house for the moment. Instead, he didn't bother to qualify such reasoning, but left it at that. Part of being who he was and what he did was to make sure the victims he brought there felt comfortable. What better way than to let them know this was home - even if it was a strange place to them.Vince turned to the spiral staircase on the left, and started up...knowing Sheba would stay with Sofie as he led them to her new room. The interior of the house was a lot more pleasant than one would have expected from a widowed bachelor. The living room was arrayed in a pleasant royal blue with white lilies and carnations on the walls for decoration. Even the carpet was a deep brown to contrast beautifully with the walls, and the furniture matched the room neatly in color scheme and theme. At the top of the staircase was a single picture of Ana and Vince on their wedding day. Despite him having just left the military; Vince had been able to wear his dress uniform. Ana was arrayed all in pure white...radiant as the day he first saw her. She was so beautiful - the best part of his entire life. He gulped hard as he came face to face with their wedding picture, and briefly hung his head in sorrow deepest before heading to the left to lead her sister to her room. He no longer trusted his voice; for a mixture of fury and agony were there waiting under the surface, and unshed tears threatened to destroy his professionalism.Blinking them back, he opened Sofie's door to show her the new room. The room was arrayed in gentle green and purple pastels complete with tulips brightly painted on the wall to blend into the scene. The room was fairly large...containing a queen-sized bed with matching quilt to the wall scheme, a large soft white leather comfy chair, a redwood desk, and a dresser with a vanity mirror. The bathroom door was attached directly to her room."This...this is your's," he indicated quietly...not daring to speak up more for fear his sorrow would be seen - though he doubt he was able to hide it from her. The plan was broken down to her very simply, the majority of her concerns addressed. If he wasn’t with her, his partner would be, and Sheba would always be there regardless of who else was with her. Her room was equipped with locks, the internet was secure, and they had an alarm system should anyone attempt to breach the premises. For the first time in ages, she felt secure enough that she wouldn’t have to sleep with one eye open. Yes, she’d still be scared, and her sleep would never be deep, but the urge to drink as much caffeine as she could physically tolerate wasn’t seemingly her only solution to avoid when she was most vulnerable.There was one other issue that she didn’t feel had been addressed yet, but as they moved through the house and as his tone shifted, she didn’t feel it appropriate to ask yet. Something had come back for him, and his guard had come back up and she suddenly felt too exposed to him, causing her own defenses to rise. For all intents and purposes, this is the man who’d let her sister die, now charged with her care until Rafe was handled and they could all go back to their lives, trying to salvage the remnants of their tattered lives. For her, that meant trying to move on from the only man she’d ever really had a relationship with who had effectively ruined that for her moving forward. That meant trying to mentally lay Ana to rest, to stop beating herself up for her part in her death while trying to forgive Vincent so she could have closure.But how did someone move on from losing the one person who’d been a constant fixture in their life? Their best friend? Their family?The day she died, a part of her died, too.Moving through the house, what resolve she’d built back up in response to his shift in demeanor was threatening to crumble all over again because she was there. Ana was there in every aspect of that house. It was like her presence was engulfing her, wrapping her in a cocoon of familiarity and warmth only to then be hit with the realization that all of this was done without her. That all of this even existed because she wasn’t there anymore. Just looking at it all had her knees weak and ready to give, but she continued forward. Up the stairs with her new constant companion, she took her slow steps, focusing on the floor beneath her until they reached the top and she had to stop.Ana. She was there in what was the happiest day of her life, standing beside her new husband with that same brilliant smile that’d captivated everyone around her. Sofia used to joke that it could be seen from space, it was so bright. And this day, it was so vivid in her mind that the tears rising to her eyes were unwelcomed, difficult to swallow when she regained her ability to walk, to breathe. Had it not been for the feeling of Sheba’s warmth at her side, she’d have remained transfixed on the image, but something about her brought her back to reality and reminded her to move. Blindly following where he’d wandered to, she found her room and it was just bad as the rest of the house.“Thank you,” the woman replied barely above a whisper. The air around them was so thick with unspoken emotion that she had to break it. If she didn’t, the hysterics would start and there was no telling what would follow after that, or if she’d even still be welcome there.“I, um…I do write mainly from home, but I have meetings with my publisher…I have appearances…press to do for my latest book…I know that I cannot do everything anymore, but I can’t stay here, either. Not until this is settled as we don’t know how long that’ll be…I don’t want to live as prisoner because of him…” Her voice was unsteady, her eyes transfixed away from him. “In your honest opinion…do I need to avoid everything until this is over? I don’t want to wait to live…” He could tell she was as deeply affected by the decorum of the house. No doubt she had expected it to be drab - that of a man who no longer had a wife, but instead the rooms were decorated with love and care...just as if Ana were still alive. It was how he kept her...the house practically a shrine to the one he had lost to such violent and unnecessary tragedy. Yet, it could not be helped. Vincent would not have changed a single room in the house. They represented the future he was to have with Ana - despite them being done without her there anymore. To ask him to do otherwise would have practically destroyed him...just as it had nearly destroyed him to hold her lifeless mangled body when he found her. This was her house as much as it was his own, and that was the way it had been since her death...even though this not where she had perished. Indeed, this particular house he had picked, because she had eyed it for several months after they had begun talking about expanding their family.The pain of never having any children with her was something he could never seem to be rid of. She had wanted a family...wanted children even as much as he had, but that had all been ripped away from them. Oh, how he wanted to make Rafe pay for what he had done to her...to them...to their future, but...he had Sofie there with him, and she needed his attention."No, you should not put your life on hold. I would just ask that you make sure you take every precaution. If you must go to meetings - at the very least take Sheba, but I assure you either me or my partner will accompany you. It...it will not be quite normal...I know that. Having us underfoot will feel a bit invasive," Vincent told her...he had been taught to always put the victim at ease when possible. Some had a severe dislike for being locked up even for their own protection, and balked at the idea of having guardians. Most of the time such things came from them having illegal dealings they had no desire for the police to find out about. Sometimes it came from simply wanting to have as much of their normal life remain normal. "Yet, you must return here for safety. Your home has been compromised, and your routine as well. To be honest, we must keep your routine fairly much the same. To do otherwise would make it harder for us to catch Rafe."All which he had told her was true, but it did not make it any easier to explain. Especially with the way Ana seemed to be right there with them in the way the room was decorated, and the visage of her in their wedding photo. Still, it was his duty to protect her, and the irony of this was not lost on him even with the grief so close. It had been his duty to protect Ana, and now it was his duty to protect her sister...the very sister who had married a dangerous man that had taken Ana away from him. Vince shook it away for the moment.*Focus on Sofie...have to focus on her, or she's dead*This thought galvanized Vince to act, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. "I need you to....to do something for me," he told her as steadily as he could. Though he had said such words to every victim or witness he had brought here - saying these words to her was deeper and harder by far. "I need...I need you to think of this as your home. This is important. It will make it...easier for you to carry on with your life. I know that will not be easy for you...especially for you, but you must try in order to preserve your peace of mind."What he was asking of her was no small thing. Yet, to do otherwise was to make her feel a great deal less welcome. She had to understand that she was safe here...no matter what it cost him personally to do so. There was, of course, the cost to herself as well with her sister's presence in every room, but that only made it all the more important to tell her. If he did not...she might change her routine too much, or feel too trapped to stay home when she needed to...putting her at greater risk. That was unacceptable.Silently, somewhere inside himself, Vincent made a vow that he would not let something happen to Sofie...that he would not fail her as he had failed Ana...no matter what his personal thoughts about her were, and this promise shone brightly and fiercely in his eyes. All of this was overwhelming for her. Being surrounded by Ana’s touch on every surface of the house, by her picture, by the suffocating presence of her widowed husband, and the reason for their forced interaction breathing down her neck. The last thing she clung to was her writing, a world far removed from this one that she could throw herself into because she knew every single piece of that world. Nothing was out of place, no character’s motivations were hazy, and should she wish it, everything could be wrapped up with a neat little bow at the end of the way. The options were there, and in this one facet of an otherwise crumbling life, she had control.If not for that, what else did she have apart from borrowed time?His voice pulled her out of herself again, eyes that had begun to haze over beginning to see the world around her again that she’d almost desperately tried to zone out.What’s he saying?the woman asked herself.Listen to what he’s saying and leave the rest. You can’t deal with both right now.With a shaky breath, she braced for what he’d tell her, hoping beyond hope that he couldn’t and wouldn’t advise her to stay there with him any more than she had to. That would’ve been too much; she’d have gone crazy. But…to her surprise and chagrin, he acknowledged that she did have a routine and that it had to be adhered to…to catch Rafe.How could she have been so blind? So naïve? Of course she had to keep up her routine or Rafe wouldn’t be able to find her. If he couldn’t find her, they couldn’t catch him. If they couldn’t catch him, her life would never resume. She’d forever be trapped there in that house with Vincent and they’d be stuck in an uncomfortable loop until one of them snapped or until the world ended.Somehow, she didn’t think the world would be ending any time soon.Just as she was going to tell him the logistics of always having someone with her were slim to none because they had responsibilities that were far greater than her, he continued and caused her to falter, lips having parted to speak but no sound emerging. All she could do was listen, was process, even the sound of her heart in her ears dulling as he received her undivided attention.The words were thoughtful ones, kinder than Sofia had expected him to say, even after the moment they’d had a short while before. “I…” she started, her voice unsteady, uncertain as the single syllable hung in the air between them. “I’ll try to consider this my home, but…it’s like you said…it’s going to be hard… probably as hard as it was to say the words to me of all people…” There was no judgment in her voice, no anger, no resentment or accusation. No, the tone was calm, reserved, almost resigned. “But you’re putting your life on hold to help me, so I’ll…I’ll try to do as you said and I’ll try to stay out of your hair as much as I can…”With that segue, she continued, “For meetings, making sure I have Sheba at least if you or your partner aren’t available, that’s one thing…but a press release? An interview? Your life can’t stop just as much as mine can’t. Do I need to get clearance to do any of them before I leave for such an event? There was also a charity gala I was supposed to go to…I’m not the most social for things like that, but it’s under my contract so I’d have to go through proper channels to get out of them…stalker or not…”Drained. She felt drained and weak, and all she wanted to do was lay down and not move. For the first time since this whole thing had devolved into terror and sleepless nights, she wanted to give up and give in, to go out and meet him to whatever end waited her as it would’ve been easier than all of this. Yet, she wouldn’t even sit on the bed. To sit on the bed would have been to disturb Ana’s memory, her presence. While she’d not physically been there or set it up, this was her space and she was invading it.“I just want to make sure I don’t make your life harder than it needs to be. Once I know the ground rules, I’ll abide by them.” It had not been easy for him to say those words to Sofie, but he had managed to do so. With them said, he had made this home her own now...at least for the time being. For Vincent, the moment was over, and it was time to move on. To dwell on the decision would do neither of them any good at all. Thus, he focused on his duty, and noting her condition of exhaustion - like a true gentleman; Vincent went over and helped her to sit on the bed."You should sleep. It has been a rough time for you of late, and tonight was no better. Sleep, and fear nothing. Tonight, you are safe, and Sheba will stay nearby," Vincent told her gently before turning to leave. Standing there facing the door; he bowed his head and told her deeply true in that particular moment. "You have become my life. This is my job...to protect those in need. There is nothing to interfere in."This was completely true. It was his job to protect her, and no matter what was going on...she was now his life until Rafe was dealt with. What was there to interfere in at this point? An empty house that reminded him of Ana? The lack of children with her? There really was nothing to get in the way of. This was his life...to protect those in need, and that meant her at the moment. For however long it took...he would take care of her...for Ana, for his duty, and for simply taking care of someone in trouble. He said nothing more, but left her to her thoughts, and hopefully to get some sleep. As promised, Sheba stayed with her...curling up on her blanket in the corner, and alert even as she lay down.Vincent took a deep breath after closing the door behind him. The house was set, and she would be safe. He would have to think about the conferences she must attend. Such things were usually chaos, and not the best of places for her to be secure. Yet, the Captain had told him he had no other assignment other than to protect Sofie and catch Rafe. All his other cases had been reassigned to different detectives throughout the unit, but this was to be expected. Any detective might have to do that in a moments notice when it came to severe focus on a single case. This was no exception. His mind was filled, however, as he went to his room...not of Ana, but of Sofie. He felt it strange that he had been so kind to her, but anger on his part would not help either of them. He took off his jacket, and added the holster straps and gun to the pile now building on his bed just down the hall from Sofie's room. Despite the house being secure; Vincent was a veteran, and he still slept with a weapon under his pillows. Not the same one he used for work, but a copy of the same. It was just as deadly, and always loaded. He checked it as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then replaced it carefully. Once he put things away, and got ready for bed again - Vincent laid down turning out the lights.Sleep, however, did not come immediately. His mind was still on Sofie, and it was then something dawned on him. It made him feel the extra loneliness he usually kept at bay, but it had been a few years since he had even had a woman in his bed. Why such a thought would hit him now was beyond his ability to comprehend, but the truth of it was no less. Since the death of Ana; Vincent had not had a single woman in his bed. Not to sooth his loneliness, or to mess around...nothing...none. That such a thought should come while he was thinking of Sofie made him glare into the darkness. Of all the times to suddenly feel lonely...this had to be the worst. He shook the sensation off, and frowned deeply as he closed his eyes. The last thing he needed was a reminder that his bed was cold, and that the woman he loved would never warm it again.As was the habit of such things...the last thing thought about was also what invaded Vince's dreams. The very thing he had hoped to shove away now had him having a dream he did not want, and had never ever wanted. For he dreamed that Sofie came into his room, and snuggled right up to him under the covers wearing only a sleek sheer pink nightgown. In his sleep, he could not shake the dream. It was relentless...as if an attack on his very mind and soul even as he felt her in the dream nuzzle his neck hungrily. Desperately, he tried to stop it, but the dream continued uninterrupted, and went on to show him turning over and pulling the straps of her nightgown away...nuzzling her breasts as they became bare. Some part of him said he was betraying the memory of his beloved wife, but the subconscious was apparently not listening. The sensual moment grew more and more lustful with feverish caresses from them both as if starved, and all Vincent could do was watch the event unfold...like a move scene he couldn't turn off. "There is nothing to interfere in..."That one line repeated in her head over and over as he closed the door and left her with his dog, unable to move from her spot as the feeling of absolute loneliness settled in. Now that she didn't have Vincent in here to talk to, her mind had begun to wander and was immediately filled with thoughts of Ana that she'd desperately tried to keep at bay. The guilt of what'd happened, the pain of it, of knowing what she'd gone through and then not knowing the fullest extent at all... Then those thoughts were replaced with thoughts of Rafe and everything went sideways.The walls were closing in as she slipped from the bed and laid on the floor beside it. Sheba sensed her distress and came over to calm her, but her mind was miles away, as she drifted off into a troubled sleep with memories she couldn't escape.Tossing and turning, over and over she saw visions of Rafe getting into places he shouldn't have. She felt those hits colliding with her. Her face, her stomach, her back, her chest, none of it was offlimits. Then came the nights where hitting wasn't enough and he demanded more from her...those nights where she tried to stay at work functions late, or at meetings, but he'd come there to collect her and then her terror would start the moment the car door shut. He'd isolated her, wouldn't let her drive so he kept her car, had to pick out her clothes so she wouldn't appear too "slutty"...Looking at the ground became the norm so as not to make him think she was looking at anyone else.More often than not, he thought it anyway. "Your peripherals were too high," was one of his favorite lines. It got to the point where she'd wondered if being blind would've helped at all.But the worst night of her life...that's the night she remembered with painful clarify and the last thing she saw before she could finally pull herself out of it and force herself to wake up. The beating was so brutal, fist and foot colliding with her broken form over and over until he left her to "run an errand". Laying in her own blood, just trying to catch her breath, she finally got up the courage to call the cops with the last of her coherence before beginning to slip off into oblivion.And then...he saved her. Vincent had come in and saved her, bringing her to the hospital...The pain she'd felt that night didn't compare to the pain she'd feel when the realization and knowledge hit that her sister had fallen to the fate she'd avoided that night.Waking up with a stifled scream, tears staining her face as the rest of her body was covered in sweat, she tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind. Her body was sore, stiff from sleeping on the floor and from all the tension her body had held while asleep, only then remembering she wasn't at home. The startling reminder she was in someone else's house had her jumping to her feet as the world slowly filtered in.That's right...that's right, I'm here...with Vincent...Sheba dutifully at her side, she followed her out of the room, only to stop in the hallway. He said it was her house, to think of it as hers, but even just wandering around by herself, she felt like she was intruding. Forcing herself to keep going, Sofia went down the stairs into the kitchen, looking for coffee and, potentially something stronger to go with it, wanting the memories and dreams to just silence for a while so she could pretend she was leading a normal life.

_Every Breath You Take_ - [Dnarion]

Roommates (F_F, Open for 1 female char.)

OOC: I'm looking for one female to play Shilo's new roommate. She should be either a freshly come-out lesbian or a bisexual, preferably one that is sort of innocent and hasn't done too much, but is extremely curious.Shilo sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. She was sitting in the local cyber cafe, searching online for someone who needed a roommate. She needed to get out of her parents' house, quickly, and after three straight days of searching, was still unsuccessful in finding a suitable apartment or roommate.She pushed her bangs out of her eyes with a sigh. She scrolled for a couple more minutes before finding an ad that looked like it would work for her. The woman was looking for a woman roommate with a job (which Shilo had), the apartment was within walking distance of the library where Shilo worked, and the rent she would have to pay was about $200 a month- not really that bad. She sent a quick e-mail to the woman, giving her cell number and telling her to call anytime and they could set up a meeting time.Shilo stood up, straightening out her tee shirt and pushing her hair out of her eyes once again. She checked her watch and headed out the door, starting the short walk to work. She left a quick, cold message on her parents' answering machine- though she knew they were home and simply screening her calls- saying that she had found an apartment that worked and, if they were all lucky, she'd be out of the house within the week.___OOC:Shilo McKinley, librarian and aspiring photographerAge: 20Appearance: straight, shoulder-length black hair with a purple streak on one side, bright green eyes, 5'4'', 34B, one tattoo on lower back: "Ex Libris" in scroll lettering Layla was getting frustrated. Her last roommate had up and moved out on her- without any real warning! Her reasoning behind it?"The view is terrible here."What on Earth was she talking about?! Layla thought the city skyline was one of the greatest things to see every morning, but it seemed Jessi preferred to see the trees. An apartment like that was going to be almost 4 times their current rent, and Layla was having no part of that.Layla also figured that Jessi's sudden decision had ulterior motives. Ever since she had used Layla's computer, she had been acting a little- weird toward her. It wasn't until she went through her recently opened files that she found why; Jessi had found the email she'd sent to her brother, the confession that she was bisexual. Did Jessi think Layla was going to try to hit on her? Please. She may have been her roomie, but that girl's attitude was way too arrogant for Layla's interest. Besides, she was still trying to find her own feet on the whole situation. So let her leave. Layla'd be better off without her.Unfortunately, her own job was making things a bit hard to afford this place alone. She hated the idea of leaving, so hoped that the ad she placed online could get some sort of response by the end of the month.Turning on the computer as soon as she walked in the door, Layla grabbed a can of soda from the fridge before circling back around to the desk. A smirk hit her lips as the mail tally ran up; a few responses to her ad. So far, so good! Settling down at the desk, she skimmed through the first couple of emails, rolling her eyes at the guys trying to get the room. She had specifically asked for WOMEN to reply, having been a little leery on the idea of sharing the place with a man. It wasn't that she planned to run around the place nude, only that having shared a room with her brother for most of her life left her with her fill of guy-created messes to clean up after. No thanks.One more to go. And it was a girl! THANK GOD!A cell phone number. Layla smiled, taking up her own from her pocket and dialing. "Hi, this is Layla. I, ah, had the ad online? I was wondering if you'd like to come check out the place sometime? I'll be home the rest of the night if you'd like to stop by..."----OOC:Layla Hunt; waitress with dreams of actingAge: 21Appearance: Wavy black hair that reaches her mid-back, pale blue eyes, 5'6", 36C OOC: Thanks for joining me, Mephistophelily!Shilo's faint smile grew larger and larger as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. She was ecstatic that the response had come so quickly and the girl on the other end of the line sounded sweet and down-to-earth. It had been perfect timing, too--she had just finished another screaming match with her parents that had started out with her mother saying that, if she wasn't interested in boys and marriage, why not pay a visit to the convent?"Oh, great. I'm Shilo, by the way. Which, you probably already knew 'cause, hey, e-mail." Shilo mentally slapped herself. " Um, tonight sounds perfect. Would it be okay if I came by within the next 30 minutes or so? I, uh, kinda need to get out of the house..." Shilo trailed off, embarrassed. Luckily, Layla- such a beautiful name- either didn't pick up on the tension in Shilo's voice or just chose to ignore it. "Anyway, I'll be by as soon as I can. I can't wait to see the place. Thanks so much. Bye."Shilo felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders and went to her closet to pick out something slightly nicer and more approachable to wear--somehow she didn't think the Happy Bunny pajamas she had changed into after her workout and shower would make the best impression. She chose, instead, a mid-thigh length black denim skirt, a purple v-neck tee, and her favorite pair of black flats. She grabbed her bag, which held both her checkbook- in case Layla needed the rent soon- and her portfolio, which she carried with her constantly.Shilo started the car, checking her appearance one last time in the rear view mirror, and headed out. It was a ten minute drive from her house, far enough to put some distance between her and her parents, thank God. She hurried up the steps, eager to get on with the next stage of her life, and knocked on the door of apartment number eight.OOC: I adore your avatar, btw. Harley is the best! "Hey, no problem. Like I said, home all night..." Layla balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear, plucking up her soda once again and taking a sip. "The address is at the bottom of the ad; the apartment number is 208. Left that off there because of- well, you know.. the weirdos." She rolled her eyes slightly, laughing. "Just come on up and you can check the place out!"Shilo, huh? She sounded nice enough- and from the eagerness of her voice, Layla guessed she was in a similar boat to her own. "See you in a little while!," She agreed, clasping the phone shut and leaning back in her chair with a sigh. This was going far better than she had thought it would. Jessi was only gone a few days, and someone with an actual head on her shoulders was interested in the place.Her eyes fell on the kitchen. Oooh. That was going to need to be cleaned up. Hastily getting up from the chair, she pulled her hair up in a messy bun, tidying up the tossed about papers, photos and random magazines. She eyed the trash can with them, only to give a hard sigh and plunk them into a drawer of the desk instead. Her headshots and resumes, casting call lists from the area... Layla's biggest dream, which she kept avoiding.A little more quickie housekeeping after that; a run of the vacuum, a pass of the duster- Not that Layla was a messy person, but she didn't want to give Shilo a bad impression from anything that may have seemed too out of place. She paused as she hit the doorway of Jessi's old room, making a bit of a face at the dents left in the rug by the other girl's bed and the small crack in the wall from 'a little accident', as Jessi called it. Whatever. Anything she did in her own privacy was her business, in Layla's eyes. She just wished Jessi had held the same idea.She jumped slightly as a knock sounded at the door, shoving the vacuum into the closet as she passed and opening the font door's latch. "Heyyy- You must be Shilo. Come on in! I'll give you the whole stats on the place." She smiled, moving aside so the other young woman could enter. Wow, she even looked like a completely opposite person than Jessi... The smile grew a bit more on Layla's face, hoping that someone with a better personality would mean less headbutting in the place."Cable's included, so is internet.. Electric, heat, all that good stuff... Unfortunately, it's cheap because of the subway line. We can kinda hear it- but the guys on the bottom floor have it WAY worse. I've gotten used to leaving my radio on low because of it, and just enjoy the vibrations it gives off. Kinda like one of those magic fingers beds at a hotel, y'know?" To accentuate that, she wriggled her fingers in the air before her, smirking. "We do share a bathroom, but I do try not to be a shower hog. Kitchen... Living room... Oh, over here is your room. We both have massive closets. My favorite part? The view... You can see almost the whole city from our balcony. It's even better from the roof..."She glanced over at Shilo, giving a quick shrug. "Well, I'll let you wander, check it out for yourself. It's not the biggest place in the city, but it's comfy... If you have any questions on anything, let me know!"(ooc: Thanks! I love Harley.... and the RP sounded fun!) Shilo felt totally relieved as she listened to the other girl talk. She wasn't stuck-up, prissy, or psychotic. The only problem was that she was pretty. Like, extremely pretty. Her hair had just the perfect amount of messiness to it, she had a beautiful bright smile, and the pale blue color of her eyes was absolutely captivating. Shilo was much like a guy in that she was very sexual- openly sexual. She hoped to God that this girl had a boyfriend so she wouldn't be tempted and end up making an ass out of herself and making things awkward. It had taken this long just to find an apartment and a roommate; she didn't want to screw this opportunity up.From the way she spoke, it sounded as if she had been in the apartment for a while. She quirked an eyebrow and laughed lightly at Layla's comment about vibrating beds. She wandered around for a moment, peeking in every room. Everything seemed perfect; the closet had more than enough room for her clothes. In fact, she thought that if she just got a dresser, she might even be able to turn the closet into a mini-dark room. The blank walls were just begging for her to put up the photos she was proudest of and the room was big enough to hold her dresser, desk, and bookshelves.She stepped out on the balcony and looked around. Even in the middle of the day, Layla had been right- it was an amazing view. Shilo had always loved living in the city and she loved the thought of taking some photos from the balcony. It was the perfect place to expand her portfolio to include some landscaping in addition to portraits. The balcony made up her mind for her.She went back inside and grinned at Layla. "It's perfect. If you'll have me, I'd love to move in as soon as possible." She stopped and bit her lip, hesitating slightly before continuing. "Is today too soon? I mean, if you've got stuff going on or want to wait until the weekend, that's fine. It's just that, my parents are home today, so it would be the perfect time...I'm sure they would be fine with helping me move out on such short notice. I've been mostly living out of boxes the past couple weeks anyway, so I really don't think it would take too long..." she stopped, realizing she was babbling. "Um, anyway, like I said, if now isn't a good time, that's cool. But I'm definitely interested in moving in." Sitting on the couch and finishing the soda that had gone slightly flat, Layla watched as her potential roomie checked out the place, smirking and waving happily as Shilo peeked back in to her from the balcony. Watching her explore the place was rather fun; seeing the apartment through someone else's eyes. After the fight with Jessi, she had actually come to hate certain parts of the little apartment... But the thought of someone else moving in inspired a little hope of some better memories with the place.She blushed slightly as she realized she was looking at Shilo a little... too long... while she was on the balcony. Something about her was just so intruiging. Maybe it was just how different she was from the old person who lived with her; trying to imagine how things could be with her there instead.She was jumping to conclusions. Maybe she didn't even want the place.Layla stood up quickly as her doubts were erased with Shilo's first words upon re-entering the apartment, rather surprised on just how interested she was in the place. "R-Really? Uh- yeah! I mean, no, it's no problem!" She stammered a bit as she tried to figure out her own thoughts, shaking her head as she laughed. "Sorry, just wasn't expecting that quick a decision... I'll just call the landlord and tell him we're changing one of the names on the agreement, and we should be all set. Jessi's rent is still covering the rest of this month, so if you want to bring your stuff in- Yeah, sounds great..."Layla smiled again. "You know what? I've got an idea. I'll order up some pizza and stuff, and help you get moved in... Get to know each other a little more while we get everything settled. You go get what you need from your old place, and I'll handle everything with Mister Hansen." Shilo grinned at Layla's enthusiasm. "Sounds great, thank you so much! I'll be back soon. Unfortunately, my parents will be with me too...I kind of want to get everything in one trip and they have a truck. Just, ignore them," she said as she left the apartment. Despite the apprehension and anxiety that came with being too near her parents for too long, Shilo was thrilled and she knew her parents would be all too happy to have her out of the house.An hour later, Shilo's new bedroom floor was riddled with boxes and her father had just moved the last piece of large furniture, the desk, into the corner by the window. "Okay, well, I guess this is goodbye. Try not to take it too hard." Shilo said coldly, barely looking at her father. Her mother was already down in the truck, had been for the last twenty minutes. Shilo had no doubt in her mind that she was on the phone with her own mother, discussing Shilo's lifestyle choice and rejoicing that her sinful daughter was finally out of the house."Be careful with this one," Shilo's father spoke to Layla for the first time since he stomped into the apartment with his arms full of boxes. "She's no good. You seem like a sweet girl...don't let this kid influence you too much. Better if you just keep your distance.""Go. Now." Shilo said through gritted teeth. Her father nodded to her slightly, then turned and went through the door. Shilo closed it softly and leaned her forehead against the doorway, cheeks burning. She allowed herself a moment to get her composure back, then turned to Layla with a sigh. "Sorry about that. He's kind of...a dick." Shilo took a deep breath and pushed her hair back out of her face. "So, you want to get started? You can put the books on the shelf and I'll start hanging my photos. Don't feel obligated to help, though. I can do it if you have other stuff going on." Layla smirked slightly at the mention of Shilo's parents. She made them sound so... evil. Her own mom had left the state years ago, and her dad- well, she barely even remembered him. The most family near here was her big brother Aaron, and he was more a friend than an actual sibling. "Sounds like this place opened up at the perfect time for you...," She called as Shilo stepped out, waving as she closed the door. Her cell was back out as she returned to the living room couch, calling up the landlord to explain what was up.By the time Shilo returned, the lease was already being changed and the pizza was on its way. Layla was rooting through the kitchen drawers as the door opened, peeking up with a smile as Shilo came in. The couple that followed after, however, made the smile fade quickly from her face. Woah. So that's why she warned her on them. She decided to simply stay out of the way as the three brought in the rest of Shilo's stuff, instead taking up her own tasks of finding some picture wire and the hammer for Shilo to hang any pictures or anything. She kind of regretted not getting that mess on the wall dealt with, but it didn't seem to effect Shilo too much.She was in the midst of making some lemonade as another knock sounded, the pizza guy finally showing up. "Here's a twenty. Thanks!" Bringing it to the side counter, she could hear Shilo giving her father a rather blunt goodbye, frowning a bit as she peeked into the box. She didn't mean to eavesdrop...She poured out a few glasses of the drink, starting to Shilo's door- only to hear Shilo's dad finally talk to her. A quick confused and surprised glance was given in her new roomie's direction, Layla forcing a weak smile in her confusion. No good? Shilo seemed like a wonderfully nice person. "I'll, um.. watch out for myself, sir...," She replied softly.Seemed that was just a sour note to end the afternoon with her folks. Shilo ushered him out quickly, Layla simply standing in the middle of the kitchen with a still uncomfortable look on her face. A quick grin returned as Shilo apologized, shrugging. "My dad wouldn't win any awards either. Haven't seen him since I was 4... And he kept thinking I was my brother." She handed Shilo a cup, nodding at the suggestion of getting started."Sounds like a plan. That pizza is still super hot... and I don't mind helping. Had a pretty lazy night planned- but that got changed pretty quickly." Another smile. "Not that I mind. Having some company in this place is going to be great! It gets kinda lonely after awhile!"Following her into the now box-filled room, Layla popped open the box labelled books and started placing them on the shelves. "So, uh... guess it's safe to guess we won't be seeing them over to visit too often? What about other company? My brother Aaron might show up once in awhile, so if some guy who kind of looks like me comes to the door- Well, I think you'll be able to guess on who he is." Shilo smiled weakly as she opened up her box of photos. "No, no, you don't need to worry about ever seeing them again, I'm guessing. They're probably throwing a party right now, they were that desperate to get rid of me." She laughed bitterly, pulling out a few of the pictures. They were all photos that she had taken, the ones she was proudest of, blown up to poster-sized. There were a lot of close-ups of flowers and abstracts from the streets of the city, as well as a few fashion shots of herself."I actually don't expect much company," Shilo answered as she began hanging the framed pictures. "The majority of my old friends moved away for college and got busy with their own lives and just kinda forgot about everything here, including me. No siblings, unfortunately, and I work at the library with a bunch of old ladies. I don't think they'll be stopping by to hang out," Shilo said, grinning.It didn't take long to get all of the pictures hung, and once Shilo was finished, she brushed her hands on her skirt and stepped back, looking at the walls. "Well, how do they look? That one's my favorite," Shilo said, pointing to the image above her desk, a black and white close-up of herself from a few months ago. Her dark hair had been longer then and fell around her face in soft curls. She wore a forties style dress and a black birdcage veil. Shilo had altered it digitally so that the only color that showed was red--the red of her lipstick and a single red rose she held close to her neck.She moved to help Layla with shelving the books, working side-by-side with the other girl. As she reached down for a book, her hand accidentally brushed Layla's and she pulled back sharply.Calm down, she told herself.You just got out of the house, you don't need to freak out your new roomie and end up having to leave. Just relax, she probably didn't even feel those sparks you felt.Shilo groaned inwardly, moving across the room to set up her computer and desk supplies. She had to stop thinking about Layla's warm smile and the way her hand felt under Shilo's, even for that brief moment. There was a big difference between hitting on a girl you meet in the club, which Shilo had no problems doing- she actually considered herself quite good at it and had had more than her fair share of one night stands- and your rooommate. For one, Shilo had tolivewith Layla, she couldn't just take off in the morning or, in the more likely case, when things got too awkward for her to stand. Shilo couldn't help but notice that Layla had failed to mention a boyfriend. If she was single, things were definitely going to be more difficult for Shilo than she had originally thought."So, you know what I do. What about you? Where do you work?" Shilo asked, trying not to look at Layla, staying focused on the box in front of her instead. Glancing back over her shoulder at Shilo as she spoke, Layla gave an understanding nod, a light half a chuckle as well. "I know that one. Most of my college buddies were mooches; I had the best car... Meaning it could actually go a few miles without dying. Once we graduated and they got their awesome jobs, they barely even remembered my name when I emailed them."She paused as she noticed the pictures Shilo was hanging, letting out a soft breath of awe. They were gorgeous... Where did she get them? After realizing who was in a few of them, it finally hit her- She must have done these herself! "...Wow..."She was zoning out, still holding books in her hands and looking at her roommate's decorations instead of actually helping. With a sheepish laugh, she returned to putting them up, glancing back once more as Shilo asked her opinion. "They look awesome. I- You did them ALL yourself?" She sighed, shaking her head. "I wish my talent could come that easily..."Reaching for another book, she felt Shilo's hand brush against hers, causing a little shiver to run down Layla's spine and almost making her drop the book in her fingers. What was that all about? Probably just nerves. After all- new roommate, new addition to her environment... They were getting used to each other. Nothing to get all giddy about, right?Still, for an artist, she had very soft hands. Layla had definitely noticed that. Soft, and warm...Books.Still holding books.Stop letting your thoughts wander!,she scolded herself, stacking the remaining few on the shelves. There. Those were finished!Stretching her back, she turned around to Shilo as she spoke up again, Layla simply shrugging at first. "Oh, nothing spectacular. Just a waitress over at Donny's Diner. I've been trying to find some work in acting, but..." She sighed, shrugging again. "I chicken out right before the auditions. I think I'm the only one in my class that hasn't gotten at least one job in acting since graduating... Ah well. Tips from the Diner aren't that bad. Helped get my computer!" She laughed again, though a sigh escaped at the end. "I'm thinking of a revamp. Try to start new, you know? Stop being so scared and just- go for it. Seems easier to say than do, though." Shilo smiled happily. She had had a few shows downtown and had even sold two or three of her photos, but she still blushed and felt a light giddiness when she got complimented on her work. "Yeah, I did these," she said, pulling her cameras- one traditional and one digital- out of a box and setting them lovingly on her desk. "These are my babies." she said, laughing."Acting, hmm?" Shilo said, interested. "That sounds like fun. I mean, if you've got the knack for it. I'm a horrible actress. I'm much better behind the camera. I don't think I could even model for anyone other than myself," Shilo rolled her eyes, realizing how stupid she just sounded."You know," Shilo said, shutting the last desk drawer and standing up, "I just got a great idea. If you're interested, that is. I need some variety in my models- you know, someone other than me- so if you wanted, I could take some head shots for your portfolio sometime," she grinned. "You would look great on film. You've got the perfect face for the sort of artistic fashion work that I love."Shilo lost herself for a minute, imagining Layla's piercing blue eyes looking up at her from beneath her dark hair. It was pulled back now, but Shilo imagined it was long and soft to the touch and...maybe taking pictures of this girl wasn't such a good idea. She had to get her out of her head and spending an hour or two taking her picture probably wasn't the best way to do it. But, once again, Shilo had let herself babble and now it was impossible to retract the offer."So, we're pretty much done here. I just have to put my clothes in the dresser and take the boxes down to the recycling, which can wait. I'm starved. How about that pizza?" "It usually is fun," Layla agreed, breaking down the empty box and folding it under her arm. "I don't know why I get so freaked out. I do that with lots of different things... I can get all eager and want to do it so badly- but when it comes to actually getting the nerve to do it... Well..." She shrugged, shaking her head. "I guess it's something I have to work on."Watching Shilo for a moment, she smiled again as her eyes drifted to the pictures. "You certainly know your way behind that camera, though. Mine end up looking like some middle schooler trying to get pics for their social pages..." Of course, that thought made Shilo's offer all the more tempting. Some better pics might help to boost her confidence enough to actually make it inside for a casting call."I think I might like that," Layla replied slowly. "Might be just what I need."Sticking the box outside the bedroom door, she let out a laugh at Shilo's comment on the pizza. "Funny, I just noticed that box sitting there... It's probably cool enough now! Maybe we can chow down, you finish up what you need to, and I'll run my laundry down to the wash room? I've been so wrapped up in work and finding a roommate that I've been kind of putting it off... and now I've run out of undies." She rolled her eyes with that, laughing again. "Woops."Heading out to the kitchen, she pulled some paper plates from the cabinet, taking a few more sodas from the fridge. "Feel free to flip through the tv. I mean, it's yours too now, so..." She grabbed the pizza, bringing it into the living room and plunking it onto the coffeetable. She settled onto the couch, popping open the can and taking a sip. "Mm- Should probably warn you. I'm a total soda addict. It's terrible. I should have like a caffeine IV drip. Gives me insomnia some nights... But I try to be quiet about it; usually just stay up and watch movies on my laptop for awhile."Movies.Right.Lately those innocent watchings of the stored cartoons and films on her hard drive had turned into curious wanderings of the internet, watching clips of films of 'other' varieties. Her volume was turned low, Layla's curiousities growing more and more with every scene that left her heart racing, she would imagine what it must be like to enjoy the touch of another woman like that....She suddenly choked on her drink, her thoughts having drifted far too off course to be sitting next to a woman she only knew a few hours. "Wrong pipe," She explained between coughs, finally getting the drink down. "Wow, haven't done that in awhile... So, um, what do you think so far? Hope I'm not being too boring..." The way Layla spoke made Shilo wonder if she was talking about something more than just acting; she just didn't know what that would be. Probably it was just Shilo reading too much into it, creating a double meaning where there was only one. She had a bad habit of doing that.Shilo groaned inwardly. She said yes. Shilo had offered something and Layla had said yes. She was setting herself up for sexual frustration, especially with Layla's next comment about undies. Shilo wondered what kind of panties this girl wore; she envisioned something white and lacy and girly andstop it!She mentally slapped herself again. This was stupid. Shilo wasn't inexperienced, she didn't know why this girl was having such an effect on her. She thought it was because the girls Shilo had been with before were openly lesbian. She was used to being able to just pursue girls without worrying about embarrassment or being rejected. But with Layla, there was guesswork involved. As in, guessing that shewasn'tinterested in girls. She felt like she was sixteen years old.Shilo brought herself out of her own thoughts in time to hear Layla say something about soda addiction and insomnia. She laughed, "Oh, that's just fine. I have pretty erratic sleeping habits, anyway. I can usually go on just a few hours, unless I'm really, really sick, so maybe I can keep you company when you watch movies," she said as she munched on her pizza."And no, you're not being boring. I'm really enjoying your company. It's been such a long time since I've been able to talk to someone who doesn't hate me or think I'm a horrible, sinful person," she laughed bitterly and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, well. I'm out of there now. I'm really bitter, in case you couldn't tell, but I'll try and not let my family drama come out too much."She sighed contentedly as she finished her portion of the pizza. "Thanks for the pizza, Layla. I really appreciate it. Um, I don't know what your plans are or what time you have to work tomorrow, but I was thinking I could run out and get some groceries and make us dinner. You know, as a way of saying thanks," she stood up. "Anyway, I should probably let you get to your...um...laundry. Thanks so much for everything. I really appreciate it." Watch the movies with her?"Sounds great." Layla gave a quick smile, nibbling her own slice as she made an inward note- stick to the Disney for a little while. Picking off a piece of pepperoni, she raised an eyebrow at the sinful comment, only to shake her head. "Don't have to worry about that with me. Unless, of course, you're like a serial killer or something. Then I think we might have a wee little issue."She smiled with that, leaning back against the couch. "No, really. I think everyone's entitled to their own little secrets, and having them isn't a bad thing. It's not fair for people to judge because of them..." She trailed off, her gaze landing on the computer she had left at the small desk. Her secrets HAD been hidden, but Jessi was just too damned nosey to stay out of them.She glanced back as Shilo spoke up, smiling at the thank you and the suggestion of dinner for the next night. "Sounds great. I get out at 5, and usually just brought home leftovers from the lunch crowd. An actual dinner that isn't scraps would be awesome."Ahhh, her laundry. She was hoping to avoid that for a bit longer. Well, putting it off too long was just going to make it worse. "Yeaah, probably should get down there...," She agreed with a groan, getting up herself before starting for her own room. "I'm glad you're comfortable here. It's nice to have someone to talk to that isn't trying to get into an arguement every three seconds- Well, from what you described, I guess you feel the same way too." She smiled again, going to grab her laundry basket.This was really working out well- aside from the odd little incident in Shilo's room. Again, she chalked it up to nerves; a new person and new situation. It was like meeting new people in a classroom... Everyone had to get used to each other. Picking up the hamper, she started back out into the living room, headed for the door. "Be back up in a bit!," She called out, tugging it closed behind her. Shilo sighed as she headed back to her room; she needed to be alotmore careful. It was just Shilo's luck that she was roommates with one of the cutest, nicest, most down-to-earth, and probably straight girls she had ever met. Shilo shook her head, grabbed a box, and began carefully setting her shirts into a drawer.Once those were finished, she moved on to her jeans, denim skirts, and jersey dresses. Her nicer clothes, the few she had, she hung in the corner of her closet. Finally, she had one box left- underwear. This was the largest box of all; Shilo was obsessed with buying lingerie of all kinds: cotton boyshorts, lacy thongs, bustiers, teddies, and fishnet stockings. She had always felt better about herself when she wore something sexy, even if it was underneath sweatpants and an oversized tee shirt.Finishing up the drawers, Shilo popped open the fold-out hamper next to her dresser and quickly undressed, tossing her clothes into it. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself, moving to the bathroom. She figured she could grab a quick shower before Layla was done with her laundry. Shilo dropped her towel and stepped into the tub, unaware that the bathroom door hadn't shut all the way. She wasn't used to the older door that you practically had to slam to get them to work.Shilo relished the feel of the hot water running over her hair and body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her soapy hands slipping over her body. She restrained herself from slipping her fingers into her pussy and playing with her clit, the last thing she needed was for Layla to wonder what the hell she was doing in the shower for forty minutes. Reluctantly, she rinsed herself off after only a few minutes, shut the water off and stepped out. She toweled her hair out and wrapped the towel around her still-wet body and pushed the door open. The second she stepped out into the hallway, she walked straight into Layla. Plunking her hamper down next to one of the washers, Layla began to unload, glancing up as someone else came into the room. "Oh, hey, Mister Hansen." She smiled to the older man, stepping around her stuff as he passed by. "My roomie is just getting settled in.""Oh, already? That was fast.""Yeah. Sounded like she was having some problems at home with her folks... Didn't pry at all, but I'm glad I could help her out. I really hope I can make her happy. Try to get a smile out of her once in awhile, y'know?" Another handful of clothes, tossed into the washer. "Already gotten her to laugh a few times...""If anyone can do it, I'm sure you can, Layla. You can get a few good laughs out of this ol' pook, right?" He chuckled from the closet, peeking out to shake the wrench in his hand at her. "Careful, that one's been acting up.... Next on my work list...""Ok. And, um... thanks." She smirked again, closing the lid before heading back out for her apartment. Her mind was wandering now, walking in a semi-daze up the stairs and back to her door. Shilo was really so different from Jessi. She had a sense of humor, an interest in what Layla was doing, and a smile- a very beautiful smile. She already loved seeing it. She could only imagine what it would be like to see that face every day, hearing that laugh......Maybe feeling that touch...She sighed inwardly, shaking her head as she closed her eyes, taking a moment at the apartment door to regain her thoughts. She was being swept up in her imagination again, full of what-if's and maybe's. Best to leave the dreaming for the night- When it couldn't get her in trouble.Starting back for her own room, she didn't even notice the door to the bathroom starting to open, her mind still halfway between reality and wandering off again. She finally snapped back fully as Shilo bumped into her, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet.Layla choked. She couldn't move. She simply stood there, her eyes wide as she held her breath. Her chest was pressed right up against hers, the water dripping from Shilo leaving her own shirt wet. God, she was like that woman in her dreams... That woman she never found a face to, the one that left her wanting to know-Stop.Stop, it was an accident.Finally a few words managed to make it out of her mouth. "Um- S-Sorry." She forced a smile, shaking her head. "Guess I was a little too quiet... You ok?" She smelled wonderful. Layla wasn't sure if it was her own shampoo and soap, or one that Shilo had brought herself, but it left her tingling with how well it merged with the other girl. So fitting of her... Wonderful. Another beautiful part of her dream, brought to life.Shit, she was doing it again."That shower's great, isn't it?" She suddenly blurted, trying to break the current course of her thoughts. "The water pressure and temperature- I could stay in there for hours..." OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. RL kind of killed this weekend for me.Oh, God. This was not good, not good at all. Here she was, trying to take her mind off this gorgeous girl and all of a sudden, she's pressed against her, dripping water on her shirt. Shilo couldn't move. She could feel Layla's heart pounding and wondered if the other girl could feel how fast and hard her own was beating."I, um..."Move!her mind screamed at her. But she couldn't. She couldn't feel her legs, her feet, nothing except the way Layla's body felt pressed against hers. She wished she could feel skin-on-skin contact; she had a feeling the girl's skin would feel so much softer against her skin than the towel she currently felt.Shilo finally regained the ability to speak. "Um, I'm sorry." She was close enough to smell the laundry soap Layla had just used. It was a light, delicate scent, perfectly suited to the light, delicate girl standing in front of her. "I'm wet," she stated dumbly. She mentally slapped herself again, for at least the third time in that night. She felt like that was something she was going to have to get used to if she was going to live with this girl."I-I mean, I'm getting you all wet. I'm sorry." She felt the blood flow back into her legs and reluctantly stepped back, trying but failing to avert her eyes from Layla's wet shirt. "Yeah," she said in response to Layla's comment about the shower. "Yeah, it's great. Roomier than I thought..." she trailed off, fighting against her imagination. She was wondering what Layla would look like in that shower, what she wouldfeellike...Control your hormones!Her logic was screaming at her again and her face flushed. "Well, I guess I should go...y'know...put some clothes on..." Shilo said softly, giving Layla an awkward smile and turning to go to her room.She didn'twantto put clothes on. In fact, what she wanted was to rip Layla's off and kiss every inch of her skin, from her forehead to her toes. Shilo groaned as she thought about how difficult it was going to be to restrain herself from trying anything with this girl. "Alright..."Layla smiled slightly as Shilo moved towards her own room, stepping aside as she ran her fingers through her hair; a nervous habit she had developed a few years ago. Her fingers trailed down to the end of the strands she had collected, twisting them in her fingertips as she watched Shilo in her towel, closing the door behind her. A light sigh left Layla's lips, her head shaking.Part of her wanted to tell her. To simply have it out there, open in the air. To avoid the same mess that happened with Jessi.But that was what scared her. She didn't want to cause Shilo to run away. She seemed so happy right now, and to throw that on top of it- after everything she had said about her parents- would probably only stress her out more.She had to talk to someone. She had to get this off her chest, somehow. Aaron! She'd call him, get it all out, and be done with it. He was understanding enough. He didn't judge her because of it, didn't think anything bad because of it... He just said he'd love her no matter what.Heading to her own room, she closed the door quietly behind her and took up her cell phone, calling her big brother. Dropping onto the bed, she laid down, her eyes closed as she waited for him to pick up. "Hey... Yeah, everything's fine. I just- I needed to call."He sounded concerned. Like he thought something was wrong."No, it's nothing bad. Yeah, I still have the place- found a roomie. See, um, that's why I'm calling..."He thought it was a guy. He was already getting mad, starting ot yell at her."It's not a guy! I told you... I wouldn't do that. YOu were messy enough... No. Her name's Shilo. It's just- All that stuff I told you. I'm feeling it again. Like a thousand times more. God, I just friggin' look at her and-" She paused, a rather angry look coming to her face as Aaron interrupted with his own thoughts. "If I do that, she'll probably haul ass out of here faster than Jessi did! She just moved in- I don't want to scare her away by telling her that..."She sat up, sighing. "Yeah. Yeah, I know. Better to clear the air than to drown in it. But still- Oh, shut up. This is way harder. I gotta go finish my laundry. Thanks for the no help at all." She laughed, shaking her head. "Yeeeah, love you too, jerkface."Hanging up the phone, she let out a rather loud groan before dropping backward once again, the phone being dropped to the floor. What was she going to do? It had been hard enough to finally confess to her brother... How was she going to get the guts to spill to her new roomie? Shilo slipped on a pair of black boyshort panties, a slightly oversized purple v-neck, and a pair of short black gym shorts. She knew she should probably go to sleep, but she didn't want to. She was too wound up from her last encounter with Layla and all she wanted to do was be near her again.She decided to do the only other thing that satisfied her when she was in a predicament like this one- that is, horny and with no means of release other than self-pleasure. She went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Shilo pulled open the freezer, smiling happily as she spied a container of vanilla ice cream. She figured she'd be going grocery shopping the next day anyway, so she could easily replace it. Layla seemed understanding enough.Shilo grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and went to the living room to sit on the couch and flip through the channels on the TV, all the while trying to keep her mind off the feel of Layla's body pressed against hers. She had made up her mind to tell Layla everything that evening. Or, at least, the truth about herself and why she left her parents' house.Her determination wavered slightly when she saw Layla come out of her bedroom, but she took a deep breath and pushed her fears aside. If this girl was truly as accepting and down-to-earth as she said she was, she would accept Shilo the way she was. Or, at the very least, give her some time to find a new place before kicking her out on her ass.Shilo licked the spoon clean and called out to the other girl. "Hey, Layla. Umm...I hope you don't mind, I helped myself to the ice cream. I'll buy some more tomorrow..." Shilo almost stopped there, but something told her to press on, that everything would feel better once it was out in the open."Actually," Shilo said, tucking her legs up under her and motioning for Layla to sit down, "I have to talk to you about something, if you have a minute." She took a deep breath before continuing. "There's a reason, a specific reason, I mean, why I left my house so quickly. Actually, there's a lot of little reasons, but one big one. See, my parents are super religious. Like, hardcore Catholics. And I'm...well, I'm not."Shilo looked down at her hands for a minute. "I'm a lesbian. And, when I told my parents, they freaked out and disowned me, essentially. They threatened all sorts of horrible things and I just had to get out of there as soon as I could." Shilo looked up at Layla, trying to read the expression in her eyes, wondering what sort of reaction her confession would cause. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I was desperate. But I really like you and want us to be friends; I just thought you should know, in case you're like, uncomfortable living with me or something." Layla's lounging few minutes finally came to an end as she rollled back over and picked up the phone from the floor, setting it back on her nightstand as she rubbed her head. He had been no help at all. She had hoped to hear something on how to keep herself in an emotional check- and instead, he said to just go full barrell.Maybe he was right.Maybe that was the best idea.If she expected to be friends with Shilo, keeping secrets from her wasn't a good wy to start that.Stepping out of her room, she started for the kitchen to get another soda- only to stop abruptly as she spotted Shilo on the couch. God, even in the big shirt and tiny shorts, she still looked like the girl in her dreams....Layla gave a quick smile at the ice cream comment, shrugging. "No problem. I'd forgotten it was even there, to be honest. Rather someone gets to it before it freezerburns..."A curious look came to her eyes as Shilo called her over, a rather serious tone in her voice. Oh god. She'd heard that call. She'd heard everything she said to Aaron... Hesitantly taking a seat at the edge of the couch, she looked at the other woman with slightly worried eyes, listening as she explained what was on her mind. So.. her folks were religious. Okay. A little conflict on that part- She could understand that.Oh.OH!!!It made more sense as Shilo went on, Layla's eyes widening momentarily before she looked down at her own fingers. A slow smile came to her lips, her eyes closing. God, what a load off her shoulders. Here she had been so scared that she was going to freak Shilo out by confessing her own curiosities... But she was beaten to it, by someone who completely knew herself on the matter.She couldn't help it.She let out a giggle, the smile growing further. "I thought you were going to tell me you were moving out already. I, um... I need to tell you something too. I mean, if we're being honest and open on stuff... My last roommate moved out because of me. Not because of something I did or said, but what I wrote. She found an email I wrote to my brother and-" She paused, sighing. "I explained to him that I was bi. That I was having these dreams, and thoughts, and felt such incredible things around other women.... Jessi thought I meant her. It freaked her out.... So she left."She glanced over to Shilo as she finished, a faint half-smirk on her face. There. She'd said it; flat off gotten it out. It helped that Shilo had done it first..."Jessi and I were totally different from each other. Just talking to her felt like pulling teeth sometimes... We argued on everything. I could never get along with her. I certainly don't see where she thought there was any attraction in there." She gave another light laugh, though it trailed off as she looked back to Shilo. She was someone she DID get along with. Someone she thought there was an attraction to. Wow. Of all the reactions Shilo had expected or even hoped for, Layla's confession wasn't even in the spectrum. Her own smile broadened as she listened to Layla speak. Shilo laughed as the other girl spoke of her former roommate's paranoia; she had experienced plenty of that herself. Girls could be so conceited.Although, when Layla's words trailed off and she locked eyes with Shilo, she could practically taste the tension between them. Shilo scanned the girl's face for a sign that Layla felt it too, wondered if she felt the same attraction that Shilo felt. "What a small world..." she said, trying to control her heartbeat and breathing. Shilo was suddenly very aware of the small distance between the two girls as she clenched her hands together to keep from reaching out and pushing a stray strand of hair out of Layla's pretty face."Who would have guessed that we'd both be shunned for liking girls and then end up...y'know...being roomies."Smooth, Shishe said to herself even before she finished speaking.She licked her lips. God, she wanted to kiss this girl. She wondered just what the consequences for such an action would be. Worst case scenario, rejection. Rejection and the potential awkwardness of trying to make it with the girl she had just moved in with.On the other hand, what if Layla felt the same attraction? Shilo was betting that even if she did, she wouldn't make the first move. Especially since she had just come out and lost a roommate because of it. God, Layla just had the most perfectly shaped lips. They looked soft and sweet, just like the rest of her. Shilo restrained herself from looking at the rest of the girl's body because she was sure that once her eyes started travelling downward, they wouldn't stop.Shilo pushed aside the logic that was telling her to not touch Layla, not to kiss her, not to try anything, and reached out a hand, lightly tucking a strand of hair behind the other girl's ear, allowing her fingers to linger slightly by her earlobe before trailing them softly down the side of her neck."I like you a lot, Layla. You're...different...from anyone I've ever met before." Shilo said, testing the waters lightly, gauging Layla's reaction. Layla laughed yet again, nodding slightly. Shilo had a point. Here they both had thought they were outcasts for confessing what they felt inside to others, and they ended up in the same apartment feeling rejected because of it. "Well, I guess we can keep each other company."She paused. That... didn't come out the way she had intended. All they had done was opened the air to not shock the other- not make any shocking confessions of love toward each other. For god's sake, the woman barely knew her 4 hours."Shilo, I-," She started quickly, looking back at her and finding Shilo's hand brushing her hair back behind her ear. A smile came to Layla's face, a truly content smile... One that she hadn't used in quite some time. She completely forgot what she had planned to say. The look on Shilo's face managed to totally kill her train of thought."I hope it's a good type of different," she teased, though the smile refused to leave. Shilo's hand lingered, causing goosebumps to raise on Layla's skin over the slightly ticklish caress of her fingers. Her heart was racing faster than she ever thought it could manage to go. She started to lean towards Shilo, hesitantly stopping after only a few inches from her original position. Her eyes were so beautiful. Layla wanted to get closer to them, to be lost in them..."I just...," She started again, her voice barely above a whisper. Yet again, her thoughts decided to bail on her. Was this going to happen EVERY time she looked at her?! She finally just closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip for a moment, only to peek her right eye open quickly. "I'm having a problem here. I... I have something else I want to tell you, but I keep losing it when- when I look at you."She drew in a breath, closing her eyes once more. "I think I want to kiss you," she blurted out quickly, frowning without opening her eyes. "Please don't run away." Shilo's heart melted. She couldn't help but marvel at how lucky she had gotten, to be paired with this girl at this moment. It had to be fate. Or karma. Shilo had dealt with so much shit based on her sexuality, not only with her parents, but with her friends and other people who felt the need to tell her how she should live her life. Layla was Shilo's light at the end of the tunnel, her calm after a huge storm."God, you are so cute," Shilo said, trailing a finger down Layla's arm. She moved her body a couple of inches closer to the other girl, to emphasize the fact that she would not run away. She just could not stop looking at Layla and wondering how she had gotten so lucky.Shilo brought her hand around the other girl's head, gently tugging the hairband out of her hair, allowing soft, dark curls to fall around her face. She ran her fingers through them lightly before bringing her hand forward to cup Layla's cheek lightly and bring her face closer to Shilo's.Then, Shilo kissed her. She brushed her lips lightly against the other girl's and felt her pulse quicken instantly. Layla's lips were every bit as soft as she had imagined and she tasted like something sweet, something Shilo couldn't quite put her finger on, but something she liked.Shilo deepened the kiss slowly; she didn't want to take things too quickly, but she simply could not get enough of Layla's lips. She slipped an arm around Layla's waist, and one under her knees, pulling her closer, and setting her so her legs were strewn over Shilo's.She pulled back reluctantly, breathing heavily, and pressed her forehead against Layla's. "Is this okay?" she asked. She really liked this girl and, as far as she knew, this was Layla's first time with a girl. She wanted to take things slow and make sure Layla was completely comfortable. Layla's eyes opened a bit more as Shilo merely called her cute, smiling lightly as the other woman's fingers ran down her arm. As Shilo moved closer, Layla only watched her, her head tipping slightly to the left like a confused puppy. The smile returned as a hand moved against her hair, Layla glancing upward as her hair fell from its held position. She blushed slightly, looking back at Shilo with that same awed face as her fingers ran against Layla's cheek. Her hand was so soft... She liked how it felt against her skin.Shilo's lips found hers, Layla's eyes immediately drifting closed. She'd never kissed another woman before. She had wanted to, felt such a desire to... but had always been so shy about it. God, now it made her wonder why she had waited so long to say anything, to do anything. Shilo's lips were soft as silk, gentle and loving... Layla wanted more. She eagerly welcomed the deepened affections, her own lips parting slightly to press back against Shilo's, a light noise coming from her throat as she felt herself being moved closer.Her legs were cradled atop Shilo's when the other woman pulled away, a quick gasp leaving Layla as she took a breath. Her heart was racing yet again, like she had run a marathon. "This is... This is very okay...," She agreed as Shilo rested her forehead against hers, smiling once again. To confirm this, she curled her own fingers beneath Shilo's chin, raising her head back up so that she could kiss her softly in return; a simple, soft lingering to savor the taste and feel of those wonderful lips once again.She pulled back cautiously, barely a few inches from Shilo's lips as she looked into her eyes. She was it. That girl in her dreams. That had to be what it was.... Her dreams had known she'd meet Shilo. She'd already been waiting for her, without realizing it.Layla's head fell against the side of the couch, her own arm draped over Shilo's shoulder as she just looked up at her, smirking and admiring her. "Some housewarming party, huh?," She finally whispered out after a few moments, giggling softly. A small contented sigh escaped Shilo's throat as she looked down lovingly at the girl curled in her lap. She lightly brushed Layla's hair over her shoulder. Once again, she allowed her fingers to drift lightly down the girl's neck, watching as goosebumps erupted over her soft flesh."Mmm," she agreed, smirking back at Layla. "I'd say it's been very successful. I feel right at home."Shilo bent her head down for another kiss, this time allowing herself to be slightly more forceful. She parted her lips, letting her tongue dart out and trace along Layla's lips. She lightly caught Layla's full lower lip between her teeth and pulled it into her mouth, sucking on it gently.Her hand slipped from Layla's neck, moving down to her leg. She trailed her hand along the smooth skin of her calf, up to her knee and thigh. Her fingers toyed with the hem of Layla's shorts as her other hand softly tightened its grip on the girl's slim waist.She gently removed her lips from Layla's, trailing soft kisses along her jawline and cheek. Shilo allowed her tongue to dart out and flick Layla's earlobe gently before pulling it into her mouth and lightly nibbling on it. She placed a soft kiss at the sensitive spot right behind Layla's earlobe, trailing more soft kisses down her neck and nipping at her collarbone lightly."I want to make you happy, Layla," Shilo purred, looking deep into Layla's pale blue eyes. She felt like she could get lost in those pools for hours, days even. "Oh, good...," Layla replied softly, her own eyes drifting from between Shilo's wandering fingers to the other woman's eyes. "I was afraid that..."She drifted off. It was hard to keep focused on her intended sentences, especially when Shilo initiated another kiss. Not that Layla minded; she happily accepted, her chin tipping up slightly to meet her own lips against her new friend's. A light moan caught in her throat as she felt Shilo's tongue glide against her lips, the other woman's teeth playfully tugging on her lower. Her eyes closed as Shilo's warm hand crept down against her thigh, finding the edge of her shorts and exploring against it. Her legs kicked out slightly, a shiver running down her spine.She finally managed to gasp out for breath as Shilo released her hold on Layla's lips, still smiling with barely opened eyes. This woman was amazing. She made Layla feel so open, so free.... and yet, so nervous. "Shilo...," She started softly, purring out contentedly as the other woman's lips crept down her neck and collarbone. She was going to have one hell of a time ever having a rational thought if things kept up this way-!Her eyes opened widely as Shilo looked at her, those wild loving eyes that stared into her own forcing a smile to her lips. "Believe me, getting that out was a good step in the right direction," She admitted, her eyes never leaving Shilo's. "But- I should- be honest on something else. I've- I've never actually..." She frowned slightly, looking down at her hand that rested against Shilo's shoulder. "I've never actually been with another woman... I don't want to... disappoint you at all... I've always been scared, afraid to make that first move- to... to actually say anything..." Her hand moved up, cradling against Shilo's cheek. "I'm not scared anymore. I want to know what's it like, with you. I want to finally let that side of me be free and not hide..."

Roommates (F_F, Open for 1 female char.)

K-EM Enterprises_ A Virtual Reality Adventure [IC]

( free from technology were rare, but certainly not unheard of. These locations were mostly inhabited by individuals who clung to the past, convinced without a doubt that the technological advances being made would one day be the end of mankind. However, the rest of the world had continued moving forward. Traveling is easily accessible to all through the use of sky rails and high-speed bullet trains. These modes of transportation have spread out across the map, connecting each city to another, one town to next town. Fuel of old is rarely used, the fumes of gas and the like concluded to be more harmful than helpful to the environment. Instead, most of the world makes use of solar energy and electricity now.The megalopolis of Cosmograd was known throughout the world as the biggest and busiest city around. It was the go-to place that everyone, from tourists to entrepreneurs, aimed to visit some day. While many hoped to stay, most found the competitive city life too harsh for them. This was a place where only the best of the best would be able to survive. But every city had its slums, and even Cosmograd was not without its darker underbelly. Those who were unable to survive within the 'light' of the big city rarely lived through the 'dark'...Recently, with the announcement of the successful breakthrough to virtual reality, Cosmograd has been busier than ever. Business was booming to a new high as eager tourists flocked through the city streets in hopes of being one of the first to purchase a console once it was released. But right now, the biggest news was about the ten winners who had won the privilege to try the new technology first-hand. Ever since K-EM Enterprises had stated their intent of allowing ten lucky winners to bring home a free console, everyone had hoped to win. Yet no one truly knew how exactly the winners were selected.Questions of these little details never seemed to cross the mind of the public, for once the winners started popping up, one by one, they wanted to know nothing more than...well, everything about each winner.The long awaited weekend has finally arrived. It's already been three months since the first announcement of their completed product. An excited hum can practically be felt exuding throughout the city as everyone waited with bated breath. They could only guess at what the lucky contestants would experience, but they would know soon enough. Now, it was only a mere three days until the product was officially released to the public.* * * *( small oasis of green can be found in the center of the city. Surrounded by high-rise buildings on all sides, the little park seems incredibly out of place. Yet those who pass through for a stroll always find themselves returning, for it holds a sense of peace and quiet within the hectic bustle of the city around it.Nestled deep in the middle of the park, K-EM Enterprises's headquarters can be found standing serenely in its little pocket of natural beauty. Greenery decorated the top of each floor of the building, giving it a unique allure that stood out from the rest of the megalopolis. The company obviously had a very 'green' outlook, something that was taken widely for granted within the city. K-EM Enterprises had taken interior and exterior decorating to another level, potted plants just wouldn't do. Instead, beautifully landscaped gardens surrounded the immediate area of the building. Decorative fountains of water could be found throughout the building itself.Today, the building bustled as usual but it teemed with an expectant energy as they waited for their special guests. The ground floor having always been open to the public, while the rest of the building was open to employees only, seemed busier than usual as curious passer-bys occupied the space. Everyone hoped to catch a glimpse of the secrets the company held.[Please take this time to introduce your characters and head over to headquarters. Feel free to explore the city if you'd like, as well as interact with each other. Once all introductions have been made and everyone is ready to move on, the company will brief their guests on what to expect while in virtual reality.] What a day! What a super day! What a super fantastical most awesome of everything day! Daniel,no Twirdy, Daniel was the name is was given and he didn’t like that name. It wasn’t him, it was too professional and uptight, this was Twirdy the happy-go-lucky glad to be alive and skipping through the big city with a giant “Easy Target” sign on his back. But today was just so super fantastically most awesomeest of everything of everywhere and anytime of anyplace.... day!!Today was the day that Twirdy got to wonder into K-EM Enterprises and be one of the first people to try out the brand new, completely unique, virtual reality console. It was so still hidden under the curtain of secrecy that the thing didn’t even have a name yet! It was... EXCITING! So, so, so, so very awesome!Just thinking about it had Twirdy beaming with delight, his hands clapping eagerly, then his feet fidgeting as he stood in line (though he always seemed to do that) touching the invitation that lined in his pants pocket. That piece of paper, so small and fragile... so old the form of media yet it had it’s place even by today’s standards. Something that could be tracked, and sadly lost, but it was right there. Delicately his fingers felt out the words, he mouthed them quietly to himself as the line onto the large bullet train moved forward. “You Are Invited,” He giggled girlishly. People looked at him strangely... what kind of grown man giggled like that in public? “To Come And Try,” That little coo in his throat grew louder but he took a breath, stayed calm, did his best not to squeee out in public over his excitement, “K-EM Enterprises,” Huge smile on his innocent face, “Brand New,” The train stopped a few times, picking off passengers and letting them on, “Virtual Reality,” Closer and closer to the core of Cosmograd,” Console.” Oh, yes, today was the best day in a long time.Twirdy kept at it, feeling the words, touching the paper and massaging it with care, just realing over what he would be doing in just a few hours. The trip was long, seeing as he didn’t live anywhere near Cosmograd, living in one of the smaller towns a bit more isolated from the rest, but the trip would be SOOOO worth it! Upon getting into the city it didn’t take much longer to get where he needed to go, though he had been on the train for almost a day (still very worth it), what with not caring about the city sights at all. Twirdy was focused on his goal and was pretty much oblivious to everything else around him, that included some police sirens, people shouting and the really flirty train stewardess. (She was just being nice because it was her job.)Eventually, after a day of being lost in his own delusional and excited thoughts, Twirdy found himself in the sea of green standing right in front of K-EM Enterprises. He stood there, mouth slowly dropping open, brown eyes wide and unblinking, hair blowing in the summer wind. He just... stood there, blank. “I... I’m here.” But should he go in? Should he wait? Weren’t there other people that were going to share this experience with him? Left hand still in his pocket, lightly touching his precious as the other reached up and scratched his nose. Eye’s shifting from side to side, legs taking turns holding his weight, he was a bit lost in it all and nothing had even happened yet. “Uh.... h-hello?” He whispered to the vastly open park, "Anyone um.... h-here that can well uh... um.. help?" Seth was one of the "lucky few" in the city. Lucky enough to live in Cosmograd, even if he spent most of his time in the... darker side of it. Lucky enough to be enrolled in (and not get expelled from) such a prestigious school, even though he was hardly ever there... And lucky enough to win a contest for one of ten slots into K-EM Enterprises to test an unreleased platform of technology. A contest he hadn't even entered. All he knew was that he got an invitation informing him of the entire event... He sighed, puffing the smoke from his cigarette as he stared out his open window, debating whether or not he'd actually show up for the damn thing.Of course, no one would let him live it down if he didn't go... Everyone knew he'd been picked. Corperate top dogs to street drone wanted to be him or one of the other nine... and Seth knew of more than one person who would likely try to take that privilege from him if he got the chance. He shook his head, wondering idly what K-EM's back up plan would be if one of them didn't show up. Still, he stood, snuffing what was left of his cig as he did so. "I have a real excuse to be out of school for once..." He said to himself, stretching a little as he did so. "Wasn't gonna go anyway, but may as well use it." finishing his short stretch, he turned and jumped out his window, using the exposed rain pipe to travel safely down from his room to the ground.With his adrenaline pumping, he finally felt awake as his feet touched concrete. He smirked inwardly even as he scowled and walked off on those who stared at the unlikely display of agility. Parkour, also known as free-running, was one of his hobbies... a particularly useful one at that, considering the many different kinds of people he often ended up ticking off. He smiled darkly at that thought as he caught sight of the park and the corporate building at it's center.He hardly waited to cross the street, j-walking his way between stopped cars and directly into the park. He tried to avoid looking around, since the muffled sounds of the city behind him and shadowy natural lighting filtering down from above created a creepy atmosphere for the young man, having been born and raised at the knees of the city. His parents loved being able to live so close to the park, but he held no affection for it. The place always made his nose itch and his eyes water, telling him he was probably allergic to something that grew there... What, he wasn't sure, but it was a weakness he didn't want known. Probably an idle point now that the world was prying into his life.He paused as he emerged from the wooded part of the park, spotting the building. It was larger in person than he had imagined... and had some guy just... looking twitchy and uncertain as he stood there in front of it. He shook his head and sighed, ignoring the guy he automatically labeled a tourist as he walked right past him and through the sliding doors. Once inside, he walked up to whatever served as a help desk, pulling out his mildly abused (but still recognizable) invitation. "Where do I go for this?" He asked, looking more bored than he felt. Gahflubble. This city...too big, too loud...but everybody's plugged in, man. And he can dig that. Besides, it's worth dealing with the hustle and bustle. Ever since he heard about the work on real VR some time ago, he had been eagerly looking forward to this day; long before their was any announcement about any contest, he knew they'd do something like this, and he intended to win it.And clearly, he had, for he had his special electronically delivered confirmation email sent from a secured K-EM email address, along with a unique code number that legitimized him as a winner. And it was all in his Personal Area Network Ten-in-One Mobile Device. Cell phone, txt mssngr, laptop, video game player, music listener, movie player, pda-like functions, augmented reality scanner, gps...and what was the tenth function? He could never remember, and didn't really care.Skyrail's took him wherever he needed to be, and for the most part, unlike the energetic Twirdy, he just spent his time relaxing, and playing some ultra-crazy, ridiculously difficult strategy game...and winning at it.Speaking of winning, he's pretty damn sure he knows why he won. After all, he's a (Moderately) successful professional gamer. Hell, just a year or two ago, he placed first place in some FPS gaming contest and won $100K (most of which he promptly blew on stupid shit, like getting a third custom built gaming rig).Or maybe it's because every single game he's ever played (all 600 some odd ones) he has lovingly spent the time to write a 5 page customer review that is nothing short of "comprehensive". Or maybe it was because of the 10,000 some odd posts he has on all these gaming forums and stuff.Gaming. It's his life. Even in this age of game addiction and professional gamers being their own sort of role models and heroes, people would say he had a problem. But he doesn't have a problem! He can quit whenever he wants. But why in the hell would he? Things would be far too boring.As he arrived at the park, he saved his game, and decided to switch on some music, which went to the wireless earphone buds gingerly resting in his ears. Video game soundtracks, he's got dozens of them stored on this nifty little thing. Something light and airy to fit his mood. Is that a zither? Perhaps, he's not sure.Thoughts rambling and rolling, he eagerly approached the building, dressed up in expensive, new, but casual clothing. A red long-sleeved t-shirt that had a morphing symbol on the front of it (that also glows in the dark), and fiber enhanced denim jeans that were pretty much indestructible. He also wore plain black sneakers. His hair was combed back, and his beard trimmed elegantly."Hoi, chummer!" He'd say to Twirdy as he passed by, a mere foot or two behind Seth as he entered. His greeting, of course, was something popular amongst the ultra-geeky, and probably taken from some movie or video game that was currently quite popular.The desk was large, and had multiple people working it. So he ends up to the right side of Seth, showing his electronic invitation to the woman on duty, and asking her the exact same question. Michael had taken some care to make sure he arrived early to the city. He had developed a habit of arriving late to things, to the point that he was once an entire week late to his sociology midterms. However, after an event like that he di start to develop a few tricks that helped him be n time more often. Including setting each and every clock in his house to a different time, so he didn't quite know what time it really was. This forced him to do whatever his alarm clock told him to do.For a day like this one, with an invitation to an exclusive virtual console test drive, he set himself up to arrive at his destination a good hour earlier then he needed to. And once you are out in the real world, there is no escaping the real time. Cell phones, clock towers, store fronts all displaying a synchronized universally accepted correct time. So he diverged from his path and wandered into the city, searching for a bite to eat before heading to K-EM.Fortunately an hour early was a the time he needed to get himself properly sidetracked and then back on course. He seemed to be arriving just as the others were. At least it seemed that way. The twitchy fellow certainly seemed the gamer type and he was sure that 'hoi chummer' thing was on a forum he was browsing the other day. He followed the paths others seemed to already be taking, but didn't say a word once he was inside. It wasn't Jin's first trip to Cosmograd, so she was perfectly comfortable navigating the high-tech city whether it be by sky-rails or on foot. She preferred the later, though, as it gave her a chance to browse all sorts of stores and whatnot on her way to wherever she was going. Jin wasn't the type to stress about being late, so if she felt like spending an hour picking out a new pair of shoes before getting to the K-EM headquarters, she'd go ahead and do it. However, she was quite excited to claim and enjoy her prize, so it was unlikely that she would get too distracted on this particular occasion. Apart from a quick stop at a cafe to grab a green tea smoothie and then a second one at a candy shop to stock up on some sweets, Jin made her way directly to the small patch of nature out of which K-EM chose to operate.As she kept walking, Jin glanced down at her left wrist and lightly tapped her fingers against her wide jade bracelet. As soon as her fingers touched the piece of jewelry, the jade coating immediately faded away, revealing that it was actually an Accessorize computer in disguise. A few seconds later, she was already recording through the tiny camera and microphone hidden in her necklace. More specifically, her necklace was a bright green, cartoonishly cute frog face, and the camera was seamlessly incorporated into one of its eyes. The feed was linked to her fan page, streaming her arrival at the K-EM Enterprises headquarters live just like she'd promised to do. Within minutes, her viewership record had already been shattered, which was always nice considering her sponsors payed her bonuses based on the traffic that she generated."Almost there," Jin chimed in cheerfully for her viewers as she pulled her necklace up to give them a quick shot of her face. The camera adjusted itself automatically, flipping the image vertically so that it wasn't upside down. "Can't wait to see the building in person, it looked really cool in the pictures! I wish you guys could be here to try this thing with me!" That wasn't completely true, since she enjoyed the exclusivity of her prize, but a bit of fan service never hurt anyone. Finally, the park came into view. A small, exotic island amidst a sea of metal. It was quite an impressive sight, if only for the contrast that it provided, but Jin also had a soft spot for things that seemed out of place. Perhaps it was because she was making her living in a heavily male dominated industry, although she never really consciously thought about that, so it was probably just a coincidence."Here we go...I wonder if there's any squirrels in there." Jin pondered out loud as she entered the park. She followed the path that lead to the building tucked away in the center while pivoting her necklace around with her fingers to give the fans a full view. It wasn't long before she'd made it to the K-EM building, half-skipping as she traveled the last couple of hundred feet towards the front doors. As they slid open to let her in, Jin noticed a few people in the lobby by the information desk who seemed a bit out of place, kind of like herself but in different ways. She was about to go over and join them, since meeting the other contest winners would probably net her stream another million viewers , but she got swarmed by a small crowd before being able to take more than a few steps inside.Apparently, a good two dozen or so fans who lived Cosmograd had decided to wait for her, which was made even easier by the fact that the K-EM headquarters' lobby floor was open to the general public. Jin didn't mind, though, since she loved meetings her fans and was always very nice to them. The other contestants would just have to wait since she made it point to meet every one of her supporters, signing whatever they wanted signed or posing with them for pictures. Streaming it live didn't exactly hurt her image, either. In between Opens meant there was a lot of time for him to train. One of his favorite spots in the city to train that wasn't loud and didn't have local rich white snobs trying to talk about how many servants they had or how many sports cars they owned was on the roof of the Sony skyscraper. Sure it was windy like a tornado in Chicago, but that was something he had to train for as a professional tennis player. He really wasn't expecting anything big to happen to him any time soon. He wasn't really famous as there were two or three other Americans who were better seeds than him in the world, but he still made a six figure salary, and being a widower with no kids he had really nothing to spend his money on other than his hobbies. That and the collections he started to gather to help cope with the loss of his wife.The roof was laid out in premasteel that kept the roof from getting too hot or too cold being at this high of an altitude. Modern architecture had allowed for buildings to get taller and more durable in the even of earthquakes or other natural disasters. Many of the ball boys were required to wear breathing apparatuses, and as was his coach, he on the other hand found this to be a test of his stamina and chose to forgo it. He was in his traditional white shorts with a navy blue sleeveless shirt on over it, as well as the company that endorsed him Sony, had a logo tattooed onto the top of his white visor.He had been somewhat distracted by the ding of the elevator as he watched out of the corner of his eye the business lady come out with an envelope that he figured was address to him, who else could it have been for. He finished the point with a bit of gusto and an exasperation of hard breathing. Sweat dripping off of his chin and some down his forehead off of his nose. He leaned over a bit onto his knees but then was reminded in his mind to always lean back with your hands above your head. And so he did, leaning back up and placed his arms on top of his head, this caused his shirt to raise a little and show his abdomen.He held the racquet in his left hand signifying which was a dominance for him as the woman approached him. He didn't really recognize her and she seemed too professional to be part of Sony, most of the women he knew from here he had already hit on and due to his past had not ended well. She had long braided dark red hair and black sunglasses, she also wore a lady suit, or so he would always put it. A smirk formed on his face as he spoke to her "You're new, it's not every day I meet a ginger." He said very rudely but also that was just the kind of guy he was. The woman shook her head in disgust and handed him the envelope without a word and left just as quickly as she had come. Of course he watched her leave as she was white and like most white ladies she had a nice big rear end.After his coach came over to see him and also give him a bottle of water he was asked what it was. "I don't know, let me open it first" he smiled briefly and started to push fingers under the seal to break it off, not doing so well as his hand shook from being so strained from playing. He needed some potassium and so he walked with his coach over to the bar where a man in a mask asked him what he wanted. "Just a water and a banana." Taking the folded paper finally out of the envelope he began to read it, at the bottom he noticed the code first off. But then read it to find that he had not responded to any of the emails about him being chosen and that a final letter was being issued directly to ensure his cooperation. That made him smirk. "That sounds like me, not even knowing the person and they're already upset with my work ethic." The coach who was much older and had spots on his arms from either being out too much in the sun or just had bad skin took the letter and quickly read it, after a few moments of the coach bombarding him with anything but praise, Mag got up and stretched a bit drinking a bit of the water and breaking off a piece of the pealed banana and put it in his mouth, speaking with it. "I suppose I should be off, think I should shower before I go boss?"After a long shower and putting on some clean clothes he was finally on his way to the address labeled on the paper which he had put into the GPS for his driver who he had come to know and be fond of, in a non sexual way though. It wasn't too long till he was at the entrance of the K-EM Enterprises as he waited for his door to be opened and he could step out. Though he wasn't famous he always enjoyed having a limo driver treat him like he was. Truly though he was only famous in certain groups of people, and those were true die hard tennis fans, otherwise he was pretty much be unknown to anyone he met. Cosmograd. It has been years since he (#msg4795209) had been here, though his suitcases were packed for it numerous times. He actually grew up here, only leaving shortly after graduating from high school, for college, but it were the painful memories that kept him away. Even now, after all these years, after more than a decade, he still felt the sadness in his heart when he walked around the streets of this metropolis.The 29-year old had taken two weeks off from his hectic sales job at AerthConnect, a big import/export company in anything electronic, either parts or full-fledged devices. He had just closed a large multimillion deal with a European company for which a considerable bonus was rewarded to him. Money he actually did not really need, since his lifestyle is not that extravagant. He was a single man, living in a busy city, in a big apartment with a nice view. He got his friends, his social activities, his videogames, his sports. He was content with his life. Just the pressure of his job can sometimes get to him, but that was where his vacation days comes in.Not considering himself a hardcore videogamer or an athlete, he plays his mostly niche-market videogames to relax, to indulge in the fantasies of another life. It was not that he wanted a different life, but more as a way to temporary escape from it. He had done it since he was a child, when his parents pressured him to perform well at school and still does when he finds the time for it. He especially likes to play MMORPGs, online games that take place in a fictional world. He loved working together with a group of friends to reach a certain goal, as well as exploring new worlds.This will to explore transcended into his real life, where he loves to go out into the wilderness with his friends, often climbing mountains, camping out in the open, just discovering parts of countries they have never been before. It was a hobby that bonded the friends, something they had been doing since college. No athlete, but certainly not out of shape because of this passion. He wondered what worlds would await him in these virtual reality worlds created by K-EM.Having arrived in Cosmograd a few days ago, he had spent the time by visiting old places from his childhood: His old high-school, his neighborhood. No people though, since he hadn’t kept in touch with any of his old friends, and his parents migrated to some tropical island a few years back to enjoy their early retirement. No people, except one: Charlotte, a childhood friend. They met a few times, hung out a few hours. It was awkward at first but slowly went better. Awkward, because the last time he hang out with her, they were a group of three: Him, Charlotte and Adrian.Even though it wasn’t true, he always blamed himself for Adrian’s suicide. The three of them were the best of friends, always hanging out together. They were called the Three Musketeers, since they would always show up together, wherever, whenever. He blamed himself for not seeing it coming, as it happened so unexpected. But still, it was good seeing Charlotte again. He thought she looked good now, having grown from a young teenage girl to a fully blossomed woman. They had hung out, just like old times: cinema, playing some pool. They visited their old hang-out spots: playgrounds, shopping malls, reminiscing about the fun they had, about times gone by. They even visited Adrian’s grave. It was his first time there and after shedding a few tears and placing flowers, he left with a feeling of long overdue closure.She walked with him to the K-EM Enterprises headquarters, where they took a picture in front of the building, for his MyTwitFace page: A picture of the two of them with a title “Finally together again, after more than 10 years”. They hugged, promising each other to keep in touch from now on, promising to meet again in three or four days. After she kissed him goodbye he went in. He saw a few people already waiting, who he assumed were the other lucky ones. He nodded with his head towards them as a silent greeting and went straight towards the female receptionist near the entrance, to which he said:“Hi, my name is Joseph Arlington (#msg4795209), I am one of the winners of your contest.” The floating head seemed distinctly worried, as he said, "Look, I know this is a big opportunity, but we're going to be hitting a busy season soon. I'm not really sure if we can afford for you to take a vacation right now. We're already behind on several commissions and Johnson has been in negotiations with another five new customers. Big orders, mind you, not just something that we can afford to sweep under the rug. Our reputation is relying on these jobs, not to mention our cash flow. I know you can afford take the time off, but not all of us here are quite so lucky."Roger could only laugh, he knew Trevor far too well. The man was worse than his own mother when it came to worrying about things. Trevor, of course, did not seem especially pleased by the laughter, his mouth creasing into a tight frown. As Roger recovered, he did let out a sigh upon the sight of Trevor's anxious expression. He then spoke, as softly as he could and with as little levity as possible (though it was impossible to purge it completely from his voice), "Look, it's really all very simple. You have the templates, don't you? I know you're reluctant to offer them high class consumers, but I designed them, didn't I? They're solid, and the graphic design guys are really better than you give them credit for. I don't need to be there standing over their shoulders to ensure that they put out their best work."The ViaLox and TurnerCo commissions are in their editing phases, there's nothing we can do there until we get our seals of approval from the city, and I know that Bob is on top of those. It's just red-tape there. I finished up LongeView last night, left the USB on your desk, which I'm sure you haven't noticed yet because you look like you haven't even touched your tea. As for the new commissions, you know that the first week is just negotiations on the finer points, and you're a thousand times better than I am about that. If they wonder where I am, just tell them that I'm doing some new market research. Which is true, in a way. If this new virtual reality gizmo is really everything that K-EM says it is... well, it'll change everything. Imagine it. Alternate Reality Games that take place entirely in virtual reality, embedded marketing, maybe even some subliminal stuff. This is the cutting edge!"Trevor's expression did relax slightly, but he shook his head before replying, "Fine, but don't pretend like we both don't know why you really accepted."Roger only grinned as he concluded, "See you in a week, Trev. Try to keep the place from burning down."With a simple motion of his stylus-pen, Roger closed the connection, causing the face to disappear from its position, formerly hanging in the middle of the backseat of the limo that Roger was driving in. Roger quickly brought up a browser window, where the head once hung, quickly scrolling through the emails that popped up, letting out a soft sigh. Business was booming, that was for sure, but that didn't mean that Roger had to like it. Sure the money was nice, and the reputation was good enough to let him buy drinks for attractive women, once in a while. But it was such a drag having to work so often, usually on projects that he didn't particularly care about. Of course, the occasional project that was genuinely interesting came across his desk.Which, come to think of it, was how he first got involved with K-EM. Their most recent marketing push was a good eighty percent his idea, and seemed to be doing them quite well. A tap of the stylus against the window reduced its tint from opaque to transparent, allowing Roger a view of the unfolding surroundings as his limo followed its automated route to the heart of Cosmograd. "Is that actual vegetation? Must have cost a fortune..." Roger whispered.The limo slowed imperceptibly as the route brought them to the front of the headquarters. Roger quickly checked his belongings. He was wearing particularly comfortable slacks, with an elastic waistband to help support the possibility of an expanding waist line, since it seemed his waist wasn't going anywhere but out. He also had on a soft, blue polo shirt, his flabby forearms peeking out from the ends of the sleeves. His stylus was clicked back into place at the top of his data-pad, the latest generation, capable of full holographic projection, including a hard light keyboard. And of course, the piece of paper tucked into his pocket. Roger still thought it was odd that they had used paper to send the invitations, since he didn't even carry a wallet thanks to the ready advent of genetic and retinal scanning.Regardless, Roger climbed out of the back seat of the limo, taking a moment to watch as the vehicle went on its way, to be rented over the course of Roger's incarceration in a world of illusions, and returned to his use as soon as he exited from the environment. With a wide grin on his lips, Roger stepped on into the headquarters, taking his time to enjoy the exquisite architecture of the lobby. He knew all about how the impressive angles presented the feeling of belonging to something greater, of how the dimensions and proportions, even the choice of colors had a subtle effect on those that witnessed the place. He only allowed himself to be slightly impressed, marvelling at the technical precision rather than allowing the intended effect to play over him. It wouldn't do for him to let them score an early victory in the game, after all.Most of those in the lobby appeared to be employees, what with the name tags and the unofficial uniforms that they clad their forms in. A few had the bored expression of those waiting for appointments, or perhaps interviews if he judged the overly formal suits correctly. But a few managed to stick out, an eclectic mix for certain, but rather surprisingly young all things considered. Roger was certain that he was the youngest of that particular group of people, which didn't surprise him too much. The young were those who had the time to waste on a week of pure frivolous fun. Roger, thankfully enough, had a decent enough excuse to take the time off, in addition to being blissfully self-employed.The reception desk seemed to be the place to go, and so Roger joined those there. After hearing Joseph introduce himself, Roger followed up with, "I'm another one of the contest winners. Roger Park. You may have heard of me."He offered Joseph a smile as he reached into his pocket, withdrawing the printed invitation for the reception to examine, if so required. Somewhere in America's midwest, a redfaced fat man was screaming.Though his hateful Neo-Luddism was the subject of countless promovids cropping up across the planet in the hands and homes of disgruntled pockets of the disillusioned, there were no cameras set to capture this latest tirade. This time, it was personal. Boston Flynn had lost a daughter to the enemy, and the whole of his compound shook with his hoarse booming expletives.Somewhere in the heart of the megalopolis, a sunbaked girl coasted along the Skyrail with the lids of her eyes gently sealed.This wasn't Nora's first trip to Cosmograd, but it was her maiden solo visit. Every previous excursion had been made in the company of her father and his entourage, usually in the aims of attending press conferences, court proceedings, and rallies. She wouldn't be surprised if the city with which she was acquainted didn't recognize her in the slightest. Gone was the preened professional skirt looming behind her father to inject a young female presence into his photo ops. That prop had replaced with a tired tan and disheveled young woman dressed head to toe in dirt dusted hiking gear. She sat on the rail bench with her stuffed army green pack pressing her forward to her seat's edge. With her eyes shut, and feet planted firmly on the train car's ground, the reverberating hum through the soles of her boots made her feel as if she were hovering. Every trip into the city she indulged in the same fantasy, and the novelty had yet to wear off.Eventually the car eased to a halt and a pleasant automated female voice announced her stop. With a slight scowl that betrayed her aching muscles, Nora rocked to her feet and made her decent to K-EMs entrances. She'd set aside extra time to deal with security issues that had become a staple component to her urban experience."I know its unorthodox, but I'm not in any systems. Not retinal, not print, not genetic ID." She tried to keep her tone cordial, but this particular struggle, unlike the floating sensation of the rail, had long lost its charm. She produced a folded paper from one of the many pockets on her shorts and offered it to the guard. "I was informed I need only show you this."Following a brief scan of the page, the attendant was not only apologetic, but congratulatory. After having checked her bags, Nora was directed to the reception area, where a familiar name picked at her ears. She couldn't help but produce a smirk as she moved to join Roger and the fashionable looking young man with whom he spoke."Why am I entirely unsurprised to find you here?" She smirked bemusedly at Roger, lifting her sunglasses from her nose and settling them on her head. There would be little shock on her part if the executive didn't recognize her as the omnipresent tidy female accountant from the other side of the courtroom, though her introduction would dispel any would be doubts about her identity."Nora Flynn." She smiled, extending her toned arm to offer Joseph a handshake. Still a little lost on things, the young man known to himself and few friends as Twirdy, let things happen around him. A guy about the same age as himself walking past, not so much as a hello, as he marched into to building. Another pompous city slicker, type... rude, not even giving anyone that little nod of the head that’s supposed to mean “Sup?” Very retro, that head bobble, but Twirdy liked it.“Hoi Chummer!” Oh, a greeting! This guy was nice, him and Twirdy would now be friends. Not right now, though, there was other stuff first. In a little bit, maybe, once things calmed down and all that excitement wore off, maybe. But they would be friends, most certainly. (Oh, yes, Sean was a BFF in training!)“HOI!” It was shouted, as per the usual custom when in online chats. What the heck it meant or where it was from, hell if Twirdy knew... but it was a sign of respect so that was enough. Following after this, well, gamer-fellow, after taking the time to realize he had been two steps away from picking his own nose (That’s gross!) it was time to move on inside. Didn’t seem like anyone was going to be of any help (That kinda sucks), but Twirdy’s a grown man he should be fine (probably).Some other people walking past, as he slowly pushed himself into the building. So big on the inside, it almost was like one of those hyper-cube-things you hear about, sometimes. Anyway, Twirdy’s there, nodding his head to everyone he sees, smiling pleasantly and warmly, keeping up that “How do you do?” facade he’s been taught to keep (work and all). Okay, maybe it’s less of a facade and more of a habit, but none-the-less, it’s head bobbling and light whispers of, “Hoi,” And, “Hello,” And, “Hi there,” And so and and so on.Once done with that, there was the obvious need to see what was actually going on. So with a twist of head and body, we take a glance around at who’s what and where. There was the cool gamer guy being his cool self. A pretty girl who was... famous or something. (It’s embarrassing that Twirdy doesn’t know her, so he blushed). A couple people showed up in limos, (or so was said by some of the other random people that happened to be talking). More famous people? Or even rich people!? Oh geeze.... (queue fidgeting) here was Twirdy (Mr. Commoner) among all these high profile people and that one random jackoff city slicker type (prick). The only thing linking them to him being that piece of paper in his pocket he still made sure was there.“Guess I better go... up to the desk, then.” It seemed the proper thing to do, it’s where the other’s where headed and they lookedon the ball. “Uh... hi,” The paper slowly came out of his pocket, wrinkled and well loved, “I’m here for the thing with the.... stuff.” Great, that sounded SMART, way to make a first impression. Looking at the other two (or three, or more) there, Twirdy smiled an awkward smile and half way raised up his hand. “H-h-hello. Here for the uh... thing, too?” The thing? STUPID! (Well he didn’t say hello to that one guy from earlier ‘cause cause said guy was a bit of a dick for no reason. [Way to go Seth!]) Undoubtedly unimpressed with the flashy gizmo that Sean displayed, the person behind the desk nonetheless made casual, polite conversation, possibly instructed to do so no matter what. After all, if the winners have a nice experience, their's a good chance that will turn into free marketing! And not only that, good marketing, since it's peer-to-peer instead of corporation-to-buyer.A happy hum came from the Irishman As they verified that he was no scammer, Everything was good to go, but he'd need to wait for the other winners to show up; made sense. That's what he gets for being punctual.As he looked back around, their was the shy guy that had returned his geek-greeting, and with a grin, Sean, who seemed quite happy and relaxed (despite inwardly being quite ecstatic), went over and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Chill, man. I am, got a feeling they are, too." He gave a slight nod of his head towards the others; having been listening in as much as he could to what they were up to; he had a bad habit of being nosy without even trying. "Pretty damn razor, right?" Razor (of course), being more geek slang, basically the equivalent of cool/radical/awesome/super-de-duper/etc. Sean is cool and trendy and hip like that, with the slang, yo! But don't you dare call him hip. Them's fightin' words. He made his way into the building with a bit of stride seeing all of the people interacting with one another. Seeing a guy around his age with a goatee pat nervous looking guy on the shoulder; a woman and a man shaking hands and interacting, and so on. Noticing that he was one of the few who had shown up in a limo suggested that these individuals were probably middle class or somewhere along the outskirts. He had already eyed a person and noted her probable high class status. Either way he didn't make any contact as he headed towards the front desk where the receptionist was waiting for him. He slipped her the paper he had folded over and said "Mag Bezentien." Part of him wondered if he was going to be recognized or not. Most of him wished he wouldn't.He turned and saw the group of people still talking which meant that if someone had heard his name they must not have recognized it right away, he didn't pay much attention to what was going on with the receptionist as he was trying to figure people out, read them. It wasn't that he was shy, he wasn't, it was that he was cautious when meeting new people. Especially gamers, out of all of the hackers and internet thieves he had seen or heard on the Live Stream, they had all be some sort of gamer. Live Stream is a service much like how Television news used to work with the exception that it was always live and could be viewed on any device and was broadcasted through a satellite. It was the big step that news corporations had made to keep up with the internet. This allowed them have the news as fast as the internet and with having a person actually tell you the news rather than reading it on the internet. Something he didn't really have time for.He received his badge and clipped it to his blue and white shirt as he headed towards the mass of people. Outside he could see limos starting to leave, one being his own. He knew that he would most likely be here for a while and so it wouldn't matter to him, if his driver went off to get some booze. He knew he drank on the job and sometimes it would be a problem. His mind flashed to a memory of his drunken driving around hitting garbage cans and almost running over some people before he had the limo stopped. He blinked a few times and brought himself back to reality. He made his way up to a woman and two men (Nora, Jospeh and Roger) and introduced himself to them. "Hi, I'm Mag Bezentien" He held out a hand to each of them in that order. Jin played nice with her fans as usual, chatting them up a bit and answering as many questions as she could, although she did go through the whole process considerably faster than usual since she needed to join the other winners at the receptionist's desk before they decided to leave without her. People were understanding enough though, so they just wished her luck after she'd finished fulfilling all of their requests and announced that she unfortunately needed to go present her winning ticket.As she enthusiastically skipped towards the desk, Jin of course noticed the rather eclectic group of presumed winners which had gathered nearby. Some seemed very prim and proper, others were dressed more casually, one in particular just seemed a little bit...off. She wasn't really big about judging people based on their appearance, though, so Jin would keep an open mind about all of them until finding out enough to form some real opinions. Hopefully they would do the same, but Jin knew that there were bound to be some clashing personalities in the group, having experienced enough similar rag-tag gatherings online to know that they never went perfectly smoothly. Having dealt with the harshness of the internet and its denizens for quite a while, Jin was at least accustomed to egos clashing and infighting, leaving her prepared enough to deal with those situations if and when they arose.The receptionist was busy with something on her computer when Jin arrived at her desk, so she went ahead and reached over, found the appropriate scanner and swiped it across the Accessorize computer worn around her wrist. The woman seemed taken aback and none too pleased, but Jin simply answered with a very bubbly "thanks" before turning around to join the other winners."Hey everyone, what's up?" It was more of a general greeting to everyone than an actual question, although she of course would not mind if any of them felt like answering. "You guys don't mind if I stream this, do you?" Jin asked politely as she snatched her necklace with her thumb and index before jiggling it around a bit, indicating that her camera was contained inside of it. It would seem the winners were a mixed bunch. As always, Joseph tried to get friendly with people. He was exchanging a few words with the guy who came in behind him until a woman came to introduced herself to him, instead of the other way around. Nora Flynn. Although not really prominent, he noticed something different about her, compared to other women, who usually wait until a man come to introduce themselves. He felt this was a sign of confidence, as if she was taking control of the situation instead of letting it control her. Extending his arm in return, he politely introduced himself to her, making a small compliment about her appearance to break the ice.When she came to him he had just introduced himself to some guy Roger Park, a guy may not much unlike him. He estimated the other to be in his late twenties/begin thirties, and judging from his appearance, he should be something like himself: Decent job with a nice income, well-dressed, though maybe not as tasteful as he was. But then again he likes to stand out, trying to dress outside of the norm but still being stylish, trendy.He tried to start a conversation with the two of them, and he was about to ask whether they lived in this metropolis or traveled from somewhere else, when another joined them. He recognized him as the man who stepped out of the limo he saw parked earlier when he was taking his picture with Charlotte outside. He looked familiar somehow. And his name vaguely rang a bell too. Thinking hard, he associated him with sports, but could not think of which sport it was. It doesn’t matter though; it will eventually come up anyway in a later conversation.While talking he looked around the room. Listening to half of what the others were saying is enough for him to still take part in the conversations, allowing him to focus a bit on his surroundings. It would seem all the winners were somewhere between their twenties and early thirties, though one guy looked a bit younger than that but not out of place. He vaguely recognized some of them too. Like this Mag guy he was talking to, but a few others as well. The Asian girl he identified as “some famous gamer chick”, while another guy, a younger early twenties fellow, may be a gamer of some sort as well, who’s face he may have seen on a videogames show, probably a winner of some contest.Joseph wasn’t really into the pro-gaming leagues, so he does not know all the well-known faces, though he reads about them every now and then, mostly to see if he could find the faces behind the names he runs into during his gaming. Once, there had been an article about him as well, though it did not mention his real name, but instead his old gamer handle, JxCroft. Although he had never appeared in public under this name, he used to be a relatively well-known online Street Fighter player when he was in high school.He loved to play the game with Adrian. Charlotte played it too when she was around, and actually did pretty well but the biggest rivalry was between the two boys. During their peak, the two of them had been on the top of the online ranking lists for months, with him usually having the upper hand. His friend’s suicide changed his feelings towards the game for good, so he hasn’t touched the game in years. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw an article on his old username, mostly talking about his play style and wondering who he or she was and what has become of this player.He was still talking a bit with the other three until the “gamer chick”, finally done with her fans, joined them, asking whether she could stream all this. “Sure, if I can take a picture with you for my Twitface, since you seem to be someone famous. Pardon my ignorance, my name is Joseph Arlington and I have seen your face somewhere but I just can’t put my finger on it. Either way it’s a pleasure to meet you”. He shook hands with her and also turned to the other winners, introducing himself to them as well. "By the beard of Zeus, it's Jin." he instantly lost any sort of interest in the other, as he made a restrained, but still excited, cry of joyous recognition.Of coursehe knows who that is! He's one of those millions of followers she has. She might recognize him, too; they were both massively into the world of gaming, with Sean being a professional gamer, and her being...well, the same, though in different ways.He made his way over towards her, and the others, staring at the man that was introducing himself to her with skepticism. "It's Jin, chummer. How can you not know who she is?" And he'd instantly start rambling off user accounts, games she plays, her blog's name, Twitface account,and other various bits and bobs of information about her, a few of which are incorrect but widely believed. It actually might seem a little creepy, but thankfully for her, he's not a stalker. He just manages to come across as one."Haha. This is almost as cool as winning this. Jin, I'm one of your biggest fans." He says with a large grin, as if this fact needed to be stated after what he just said. Still, he's kept his voice and excitement restrained, but present, showing a modicum of decency. "...Wow, that came out corny." He said with a nervous chuckle, afterwards. Nora chuckled at the compliment regarding her appearance. She hadn't had a chance to bathe since making the lonely hike off her father's compound, and it showed in the fine layer of dust that had settled against her once sweaty skin. Perhaps this Joseph character meant to solocit a laugh, or found rugged women appealing, or was able to see past the grit to the potential beneath. Nora wasn't one to succumb to flattery, but given the circumstances and the quality of her appearance at that moment, she liked him more for his words and this could be seen in her genuine smile.Her attentions were drawn from this new acquaintance to a quirky young man who had cropped up among them and quickly set to tripping over his own tongue. Though the smile Joseph conjured faded, there wasn't any malice in her eyes as her brow lifted in confusion. "The competition, you mean? Yes." She was trying to be cordial, but her father's voice kept presenting itself in the back of her mind, judging these men harshly. Many of them were posterboys for what he felt wrong with the American male: Weak, castrated, slaves to the machine.They probably work in sales and customer service! Nora gave a mental swat to the sounds of her father's protests like the buzzing of a circling fly.She managed a smile for Twirdy, though a bit of a plastic one. His case was not helped by the addition of Sean dropping terms like "chill man" and "razor". She couldn't help but crack a more natural smile at the appearance of Mag - though the grin was mean mostly for the irony of the situation. Here was a man her father would have handpicked for her: wealthy and an obvious athlete - appearing even more so when held against Twirdy and Sean. "Nora Flynn." She answered, returning the tennis player's shake.Her hand was extended to offer Twirdy the same courtesy when Sean cut passed them en route to a newly arrived Accessorize armed female about whom (thanks to overzealous Irishman) she'd soon more then she ever care to. Her expression shifted to something uncomfortable, and she shot glances between Twirdy and Roger in silent inquiry as to whether or not that type of social exchange was normal."Ms. Jin, it would be appreciated if you'd refrain from capturing my likeness." She answered over the chatter. Nora was a relic from an age when privacy actually meant something. Jin gave off a slightly embarrassed giggle as Joseph mentioned that she seemed like someone famous, never really having considered herself as such. Sure, she was relatively well known in the online gaming scene, butfamous, that was really stretching it! She gave him a slight wave by flicking her wrist as if to dispel his apology before taking his hand and giving it an enthusiastic shake."Nice to meet you Joseph, I'm Jin," she replied simply, preferring to only refer to herself by her first name ever since the whole falling out with her family.She was about to ask him if he had a camera handy so that they could take that picture he'd asked for, but before she could get another word out, one of Jin's self-proclaimed fans jumped into the conversation and began listing a torrent of information about her. Some of the tidbits were actually quite obscure, others were just rumors, but she didn't bother correcting any of them. Based off of the fact that he actually saidbeard of Zeus, Jin guessed that the guy was most likely as gamer as well. Then again, that should have been pretty obvious, since it seemed unlikely than any non-gamer would know about her, let alone know so much.She started to blush a bit as Sean kept going, waving her arms around a bit to get him to stop, although she was smiling jubilantly even as she did so. Despite her modesty, there was no denying the Jin was very flattered by the man's comments. The one about how meeting her was almost as cool as winning the K-EM contest was especially touching, hitting her softer and gooier side."Awww.." Jin exclaimed as if she'd just seen the cutest thing ever before throwing her arms around Sean and giving him a quick hug.She'd almost forgotten about the others for a second, not that being in public would have discouraged her from showing a bit of affection either way. A woman's voice calling out her name immediately got Jin's attention, however, particularly because she was extremely unaccustomed to being referred to asmiss. It was the outdoorsy looking chick speaking to her, and much to Jin's dismay, asking her not to catch herlikenesson camera. Who talked like that? Well, regardless, Jin had every intention of respecting the woman's wishes even if it was quite disappointing that she'd need to cut her streaming short.She gave off a cute little pout to show that she was sad before undoing her necklace and holding it up to film her own face."Sorry guys, guess that's the end of the line...Massive update soon as we're done, promise. Kisses!"After blowing her viewers a quick kiss, Jin turned the camera off and stuffed the necklace into her skinny jeans' back pocket just to give Nora piece of mind. "The competition, you mean?”Twridy nodded to the uh.. rugged female as she spoke to him,“Yes."That was good, yeah, nice smile too. She seemed pretty nice, so that was something. Hard to find nice people nowadays. Good to see there were a couple here. (Knowing the usual statistics, that’s astronomically abnormal! Lucky for Twirdy, eh?)Then there was some guy smelling of money, that was really nasty. Mag, something? That smell wasn’t nice. Capitalism smells of rotten fish and old money, but maybe it was just Twirdy. (Probably just Twirdy.) More likely was the fact the guy was an obvious Athlete, he had that air about him. Let us just say such people don’t sit well in the Twirdy-verse, high school and all that. (Queue irrational nerd-rage.)"Chill, man. I am, got a feeling they are, too,”Pause,"Pretty damn razor, right?"Razoer? What the...? Well that one must be pretty new, probably invented in the last few months as it did not seem familiar at all. Twirdy’s pretty obvious “WTF-face” might have given that away but, being who he is, he had to play along. Happily spouting something he‘d never heard before in response “Yeah, Razor!” (Lucky for everyone there it was obvious what the word meant.) Chilling on the other hand, that one would be a bit difficult. The young man would try, nodding quickly, taking a quick breath, telling himself these were just more people and this was just another day. (Lies!)“Oh!” Almost forgot to give the curtesy of names back, “I’m Da-” Twirdy started when the pretty (and popular and pretty and-) Asian woman gave a quick greeting.“Hey everyone, what’s up?"As Twirdy looked to the woman curiously, still trying to figure out why she was bombarded with fans, he was handed back that lovely piece of paper of his.. which jarred him free of that internal confusion. Quickly stuffing the thing back in his pocket for safe keeping (just in case he still needed it)."You guys don't mind if I stream this, do you?"Oh! That thing was a camera? How neat! (Twirdy needed to get out more.) “No I don-”“Sure, if I can take a picture with you for my Twitface, since you seem to be someone famous. Pardon my ignorance, my name is Joseph Arlington and I have seen your face somewhere but I just can’t put my finger on it. Either way it’s a pleasure to meet you.”Slight pout of the face, well THAT was a little rude. Probably didn’t do it on purpose, though. It wasn’t like Twirdy was one to speak up. At least this would remove some of the awkward, seems Twirdy wasn’t the only person left in the dark as to who was what. Though BFF-In-Training seemed to clear things up, kinda. Now the name was known but, still, there wasn’t any idea of who this “Jin” really was. As Nora looked at Twirdy with her own bit of “What the hell is going on?” Twirdy shrugged in disbelief that someone really would act like that. (Well, in public anyway. In private, though- Never mind, let's just move on.)Though one thing had to be said to Twirdy’s friend, so he leaned in kinda close and gave a whisper. Maybe his whisper could have been quieter, it was probably something easily heard by the others. “You know a lot of creepy stuff, guy.” Could always be played off as a joke if taken the wrong way, maybe. Didn’t want to anger new buddies. (But, seriously, that was weird, man.) “And I’m Tw-”"Ms. Jin, it would be appreciated if you'd refrain from capturing my likeness."Eh..? Guess the show was over. Nice of Jin to stop, though, very nice of her. A lot of people mighta told NoraFlynnthat she would just have to deal with it and not be such a bitch, but Jin just smiled then blew some kisses to her fans and put the camera up. Jin was very nice. (Don’t blush, now, Twirdy, might cause you some problems.)Was everyone done talking, now? Good. “I’m Daniel but I don’t like it so my friends call me Twirdy!” Hmm... maybe that shouldn’t have been blurted out like word-vomit. (Oh well, what’s done is done.) Nervous chuckle, light scratch to the top of his head, a fidget of his hands and feet... yup, Twirdy just made itAWKWARD. (That’s my boy!) As the appointed time drew near, the lingering passerbys' eagerness to catch a glimpse of the new console grew by the minute. Thanks to the media, there was no secret as to who the winners were and while there were some who were ignorant of the details, most knew the names and faces of the envied ten.With the entrance of each, it became all too obvious that the people currently loitering around K-EM's headquarters quickly recognized the guests. With whispered murmurs, lingering glances, and the occasional pointed finger, it certainly was no secret that the little group was the talk of the town and the center of attention.The receptionist seated behind the curve of the front desk smiled cheerily up at each guest as they approached. Of course she knew who they were, who didn't at this point? Though unlike the general public, she had had the information of all ten winners drilled into her head. To make a mistake now would be an embarrassment...along with receiving an earful of harsh reprimands from her supervisor later on."Welcome to K-EM Enterprises, may I see your invitation please?" Her words were polite, expression warm and welcome as she greeted the group one by one. Scanning the invitations -- whether it was in paper or electronic form -- each passed through the systems with a green check. Handing the revered invitation back with a small nod, she smiled her quirky smile again. "Thank you for coming Mr./Miss [insert character name here]. One of our staff will be with you shortly. In the meantime, please feel free to explore the public facilities. Our gardens are quite well known throughout Cosmograd, though personally I love our cafe."She didn't seem too worried about the guests wandering off, seemingly assured that K-EM's staff would be able to easily track them down when needed. With one last smile, she turned her attention back to her work.The cafe was buzzing with people, and today it wasn't just the coffee that attracted customers. Outside of the cafe was a sitting area with a lovely lounge that seemed to be a bigger version of the one found within the cafe. While most of the curious onlookers were inside the company headquarters, a good handful were enjoying the scenery outside as they admired the landscaping. He had to try hard to suppress a chuckle, when his brief handshake with Jin was interrupted by one of his fellow lucky ones, who was acting like a “crazed teenage girl rambling about her favorite pop singer or movie star to an adult who seems to be living in another world for not knowing all the ins and outs of this particular person. All that was missing was a high-pitched voice, some up and down jumping and maybe a few uses of the words “Oh my gossshhh”.When that guy finally calmed down, Joseph got the chance to exchange a few words with the others. It turned out that the rabid fangirl inside a grown man’s body, Sean, was in fact a high-profile gamer, who not only plays a lot of games but actually contributes to the gaming community with reviews and forum comments. He knew the guy’s online handle and actually read quiet a lot of reviews/posts written by him. Although Joseph hated the online gamer/geeky slang, it was still slightly amusing to hear the guy talk exactly like he wrote, throwing around words like chummer and razor as if he was shooting with an infinite-ammo cheat enabled.He thought that nervous acting fellow called Twirdy was annoying but in a good, entertaining way. Usually he doesn’t like the people who act all nervous as if they can’t seem to be able to form any coherent sentences or whatsoever. Most of the times he would want to slap those people on the back of their heads, telling them to count to three before starting to talk. The reason of this is that he used to be like this in front of strangers as well when he was in his early teens. But his friends Charlotte and Adrian helped him a great deal, finally overcoming this challenge when he was around fifteen years old. Twirdy does not seem to bug him that much though. Maybe he being one of the winners had something to do with it, as it created a bond between them all.“How about we all go to the café for a small drink? I’m buying!”. He started to move towards the café. Although it was pretty crowded there he still managed to find two small tables next to each other outside in the lounging area, which he pulled together. He thought this would be a better environment to get to know the others. And like any heterosexual male he was especially interested in getting to know the two women a bit better, although he did not make this too apparent of course. Not that he was feeling love at first sight or anything, but getting to know more girls never hurts. Besides, some of the guys seemed to be great to be friended with anyway.Joseph tried to get some talk going within the group. Since some of them seemed to gamers of any kind, ranging between casual and hardcore, he thought it wouldn’t sound too geeky to discuss their favorite games. Although he enjoys reading about videogames, he found it hard to really get into the talk he just started, since his experience with games is limited to a handful of current games (but lots of older ones from between 1980-2020, and even so they would often be obscure, unknown. He mentioned he used to play one on one fighting games when he was a kid, but that his current game of choice is a fantasy-themed MMORPG called Massiva and that he enjoys leading mass pvp battles. All without disclosing his online handles or characters names. “So any of you happen to play Massiva as well?” Oh snap! He's getting hugged by Jin.Holyshitholyshitholyshit. This was abigdeal. With amazing deftness, and with his 10-in-1 device still in hand, he hit a few buttons on it, and casually took a picture of them; no flash or anything, he's sneaky like that. When the hug, brief as it was, ends, he slips the device down into his pants pocket.With a slightly impish grin, he'd look over towards Twirdy. Dude was awkward as hell, but oh well; no big deal, from Sean's perspective. He refrains from joking about it, knowing that could be taken the wrong way.Woah, hey, did someone mention free drinks? Score! Sean's there; sure, he had plenty of cred on him, but he's never one to turn down a freebie. Whether the others follow or not, he trails along after the dude who somehow didn't know who Jin was. Actually, not that big of a deal, he realizes after a time; gaming and gamers were still their own little culture of sorts."I've been playing a lot of Call of Halo: Battlefront Ops myself, lately," A very popular sci-fi war game "And Zombie Exterminator Squad," a somewhat less well-known, aptly named survival-horror game. "Massiva's alright, but I usually don't get into MMO's. Too many newbs and shafters." Shafter being another one of those geek terms he throws around, somebody that really pisses other people off; usually, but not always, a high power character that PVP's weaker people mercilessly and laugs about how great and powerful they are, and how weak and pathetic the newbs are. Internet bullies, basically."Although on my way over, I was playing Nobunaga's Ambition 10. That game is ridiculous. It makes other strategy games look like a walk on the beach on a cool night. Also, whenever you finally get to Shogun rank,everybody,without exception, starts ganging up on you. That's just a lazy way of ramping up the challenge. Also, entirely unbelievable." He was fairly calm as he chattered about games, though their's always that present but restrained excitedness. Mimi Johnson - AKA: Pandora-12 (#msg4775733)It should be said that it took alotto make Mrs. Johnson unsteady on her feet. She'd stuffed more living into her high school years than most people can cram into their entire lives, and even that paled in comparison to the staggering list of things she'd wanted to do before marriage. Like so much quality beef she'd been freighted off intothatunfortunate arrangement, but despite all appearances she still took to exciting ventures like a BMX rider took to flaming hoops: screaming like a lunatic and loving every minute of it.She'd been raised in a city, San Francisco to be specific. Cosmograd wasn't a city. It was a world of its own, stretching on for miles in all directions, including upwards, and was choked with so much human detritus that it made the head spin just to try and listen to all the conversations going on around her. Over a decade in the 'burbs had softened her, much as she hated to admit it, but she was going to make the best of this trip. She'dearnedit, and plenty more besides.At any rate it was the perfect excuse to try on her new outfit in front of people instead of a mirror. The plain beige business suit made her look more like an executive than a house wife, and she preferred it that way. It had still taken a good few hours working up the courage to walk out of the hotel in it--whatever her husband said, she couldn't help but feel her hips and breast straining lewdly against the fabric. Eventually she'd chalked it up to nerves, genetics, and hormones, and summarily suffocated the self-criticism beneath layers of rising excitement.By the time Mimi made it K-EM Enterprises and signed herself in at the door, everyone else already seemed to be inside and getting acquainted. Never one to be the wallflower, a natural smile spread across her face. She wondered for a moment if she'd killed any of them before while climbing the leaderboards. Only a moment."Hello everyone!" she said above the conversation--awkward, but confident. Her hands busied themselves with her purse-strings, for lack of anything better to do. "This is where all the winners are supposed to gather, yes?" A hesitant pause. "I'm Mimi, by the way. Or, well, Pandora-12. Are we using net-names for this?" Seth grimaced as the people watched the winners, including himself. He simply nodded as the receptionist greeted him, and did his best to ignore the majority of those behind him, while still attaching names to faces in his mind. He recognized Jin as soon as she showed up... Not because he watched her, but because it seemed likeeveryone else he knewdid and would skin him alive if he badmouthed her. It would be humorous that some of the tougher, harder guys the city had to offer watched this bubbly little thing if it wasn't so sad... and a little creepy.He also vaguely recognized Mag... Though he wasn't sure how or why for a moment. Then he remembered one of the rare members of the tennis team that was also Seth's acquaintance... and a devoted follower of the guy. Honestly, Seth knew he could have gone his entire life without knowing or caring who this guy was, but now life made it relevant. He sighed, then muttered, "Lucky me."The others, he didn't know anything... though he made a mental note to avoid Sean and Twirdy when possible. Their so-far overly-happy nature disturbed him to just about no end. Still, he knew he'd be stuck with all of them for the duration of the event... and that he'd need to tolerate that at least, if not enjoy it.Once games where mentioned, Seth sighed and decided to try to be social... if not completely open. "I play Last Legend" A game not unlike Legend of Zelda and Final Fantasy molded together in perfect harmony... But online. It's also a bit... dated, being several years old, but still has a decent fanbase and killer mechanics for PVP. "A friend got me into it shortly after it came out. My handle's Knight_Black." Jin's appreciation of her desire for privacy was met with a small nod of gratitude. It was rare for her forays into the public sphere not to entail having a camera shoved into her face. Of course, just because the gaming princess had obliged, didn't mean the group wasn't being watched. Nora's eyes trailed the lofty contours of the building in search of likely hidden camera placements, but her hunt was interrupted by unfamiliar bits of language darting around like quips in a foreign tongue.Nora's skin slicked in a cold sweat that dampened the dust clinging to her flesh as terms like MMO, handle, net-name, and various game franchises buzzed about excitedly between the other winning contestants.One of these things is not like the others. One of these things does just not belong.It occurred to her she was likely the only non-gamer of the bunch - big surprise in that this was agameconsole competition. Her motives for participating in K-EMs little search were likely drastically different from all those around her, and she was stricken with the sudden realization she was not only the odd woman out, but something of a sitting duck should their trial run go "PVP". She believe the initialism stood for player vs. player, or person vs. person. Either way did not bode particularly well for her, she suspected.Though she wasn't particularly one for alcohol or caffeine, but ample doses of either sounded largely appealing right about now, and she soon fell in step with Joseph."Thank you." she muttered lowly. "Much appreciated." His expression had changed drastically as it seemed he could do little to hide his emotions as it was a canvas of what seemed to be mostly anger. His eyes were unblinking and his brows furrowed as he made his way through the detector without any problem and the woman who spoke to him like she was she was getting his order at a drive thru. It was unknown where his anger was focused but he no longer spoke to any of the persons he had greeted out in the hall, even though it was few. Walking down the hall alone, randomly, as if it could keep his body occupied while his mind was elsewhere.His mind was racing back to the night, that night.It was dark and only illuminated by glowing lanterns and neon signs as he and his wife were on top of a roof that wasn't slanted at all so the rain pooled beneath them. His jacket was off and his white shirt underneath was drenched, he had offered it to her as the gentlemanly thing to do. His hair was longer back then and his face was much smoother. Now it had stubble as he made little to no effort to clean himself up for the ladies. With advances in technology he didn't have to shave but once a week now and still only have stubble. He was arguing with her about something and the rain kept getting harder and harder. There were potted pants outside that were going to be ruined and killed. Across the gap between buildings there was an old Chinese couple watching and old fashioned wide screen TV.His mind went blank for a moment and he felt faint. Coming back to reality of where he was. It soon became apparent as to why the receptionist had not been worried about having to keep track of their guests. A light beeping and slight vibration emanated from each contestant's invitation -- no matter whether it was paper or electronic. Upon closer inspection, a short message could be seen. For the paper invitations, it seemed that a small device was tucked in a corner between the glossy sheets. The words 'Please return to the front desk.' could be seen faintly glowing through the thin paper. Similarly, electronic devices had received a message of their own as well. Once the ten had returned to the front desk, the receptionist bobbed her head in greeting once again before gesturing to the elevator ( in the middle of the building. "Someone will be right with you to begin your tour of K-EM Enterprises."As they approached, the elevator doors automatically opened with a cheeryding. Inside, an attendant dressed in a similar uniform as that of the receptionist, smiled warmly at the guests. "Welcome to K-EM Enterprises, I'll be your guide for the duration of this ride." After they had all filed inside, the doors to the capsule closed with a silent hiss. "Now then, I hope you've all enjoyed our facilities thus far. The upper levels of our building belong to offices, but for the purposes of your trip here, we'll be visiting the lower levels." With this said, the elevator began its slow descent and a brief darkness engulfed the glass walls as the latticed ceiling of the building fell away.Soon, light spilled in once again only to fade with each floor they passed. The visitors were able to glimpse bits and pieces of the activities beyond. People seated around a table in the middle of a heated discussion. A hologram of some fantastical world, presumably a program that was still under construction to be implemented in future devices. Some strange mechanism that seemed half-built. A dark room with only the opposing wall being used as a screen...The attendant chattered on as they went, pointing out things that caught the eye, giving brief explanations but never going very much in depth. It became hard to tell just how many floors they had descended as there were no numbers above the elevator doors to indicate their progress. Just as suddenly, they reached a longer stretch of darkness between floors and finally it stopped. This time, the elevator did not seem to be located in the middle of a floor as the only light came from the dim lighting inside the elevator itself."We have reached your destination." The doors slid open with adingthat sounded abnormally loud in the silence below to reveal a well-lit hallway ( "Our technician will take you on the next step of your tour, please do not hesitate to ask him any questions you may have! Enjoy the rest of your trip at K-EM Enterprises!" The attendant sent them off with her unwavering smile and a wave, though if any turned back for another glimpse, it almost seemed as if she flickered out of existence right before the elevator doors slid closed once again...The hallway was rather straightforward, there didn't seem to be any other hallways branching off from it, or any doors for that matter. Instead, it led straight, albeit with a few turns, and ended in a spacious room. At first glance, it seemed that the central point of the room was focused on the large pillar in the middle of it. Spread evenly around the base of the pillar, egg-shaped capsules ( jutted out like badly hidden Easter eggs. Along the side of the room were what one would assume to be the main console that controlled the various mechanisms within the room.The room looked relatively empty as there was no one in immediate view. In fact, unlike the rest of their tour thus far, there was no one waiting to greet the group. It may take a moment to realize that out of all the capsules only one had its hatch open. Seated within the egg farthest from the group and closest to the consoles along the far wall, the young technician sat immersed in his work and oblivious to his surroundings. Gray eyes were completely focused on the screen before him as his fingers hovered over the keyboard.[Once again, feel free to have character interaction. I'll be posting again once everyone has had a chance to post at least once. Though of course, there may be small mini-posts in between when I have the technician give you all the attention you deserve.] "I'm Mimi, by the way. Or, well, Pandora-12. Are we using net-names for this?"Net-names? (HA!) No, Twirdy was Daniel’s real name and it was the nickname he was called even at work. Though at work it didn’t keep the cute allusion it was supposed to and was strictly used as an insult. Twirdy usually pretended otherwise, trying to smile it off and keep friends as usual. (Gotta love Bros, man. Gotta love’em!)Though this Mimi.. er, Pandora-12 was very well dressed. Straight laced, business attire, she HAD to be someone who was the boss of someone else. That's kinda neat! (I mean.. whyelsewhere a business suit, right?)“How about we all go to the café for a small drink? I’m buying!”A quick snack that Twirdy didn’t have to pay for? That sounded good to him! A little food wouldn’t hurt, either, especially since he’d sorta skipped a meal or two in his excitement to reach K-EM. Not much, a pretzel and a thing of juice (a juice-box, actually) with a very appreciative nod to the one who had willingly paid for it. (Very nice of.... uh... Joseph, right, that guy.) Cool dude, very welcoming.From then on the conversation was basically just a string of points and nods as others somewhat responded for dear Twirdy.“So any of you happen to play Massiva as well?”Shake of the head. Didn’t really like MMOs. (Two jobs? Seriously?)"I've been playing a lot of Call of Halo: Battlefront Ops myself, lately,"A point to his new friend. Granted Twirdy hadn’t played in like, 3 months, and he pretty much sucked but it still counted. (Sure, counted... why not?)"I play Last Legend"Okay, never even heard of that one... (That’s because the game is long dead and he lives in Hoboken Nowhere.)Soon Twirdy would tell everyone about his own little online escapades, how he mostly frequented veryspecifickind of chats (and forums and sites and..) and only played games casually.BZZZT! BZZZT!Or not.... (What the hell was going on in Twirdy’s pants right now?)BZZZT! BZZZT!Eyes wide, face blank... Twirdy’s under-britches were vibrating? “Ah... eh,” Uncomfortable, though it felt kinda...good. (He wont admit that in public.) Turns out that piece of paper he had so expertly cared for was a bit more electronic than he thought... and Twirdy’s not used to keeping vibrating objects near his... (Moving on!)So it read, after a struggle to pull free of sitting pants pocket, “Please return to the front desk.” If it’ll make the sensation stop, whatever you want. Or maybe it’ll make itworse. (That could be fun, eh?)Not much longer before one of the most grand tours ever to be witnessed by Twirdy. (Or anyone, really. This is K-EM for crying out loud!) Each little piece of information came with a small “Oooh” or “Aaah” as that head of his bobbed up and down and he grinned ear-to-ear. (Don’t look at him directly, kinda creepy.) After what seemed no time at all (Relative time, again) they came to a really long hallway. (The snozberries taste like snozberries!)"Our technician will take you on the next step of your tour, please do not hesitate to ask him any questions you may have! Enjoy the rest of your trip at K-EM Enterprises!"“Thank you, Miss,” Twirdy turned to do what he did best but, “Uh?” She vanished. That’s weird, and very unnerving. (Now where the heck is Willy Wonka?) There seemed to be one of those weird egg-things active. (Go on Twirdy, go be nosy.) Gotta be careful, no telling what eccentric weirdo they have working down deep in the dark. (Like Twirdy wouldn’t like it.) A curious look at the others, "You think he's dead?"A wave of his hand in front of the tech’s face and.... (Try not to scare him too much, he’s sensitive.) Micheal did not much like the line light, did not like being the center of attention, even if it was as part of a group. He stayed back in the crowd as best he could mingling with some of the obsessive fan boys that seemed to be focused on one contestant or another and were not so deep into their research that they recognized him. Sure he could have used his time to get to know his fellow players, but what was the point of that? They would soon be in game, and he would need to meet them all over again. Surely he wouldn't be the only one trying to re-invent himself within the game world.He was happy when it was finally time to separate from the crowd and head inside. He had been fighting with himself, debating whether or not this was worth the hassle. Until it came down to forcing his way out of the crowd or taking an elevator to the game. Might as well go get his prize. He followed everyone into the elevator with a smile. If anyone hadn't noticed him from the lobby, he would give them a half grin and an introduction. 'Micheal, I'm one of you.' The technician's brows were furrowed with concentration as he peered at the screens before him, they only creased further when a hand suddenly appeared before him. With the hand in the way of the screens, he blinked irritably and looked up to find the owner of the offending appendage. Slight confusion lit his eyes when the person at the other end of the arm was...whowasthis guy? And how'd he get in here?Just as he was about to ask those exact questions, and tell them he hadn't ordered any goddamned pizza, he remembered how his supervisor had been nagging him about something this morning. What was it? What...was...ah! "Ah, right. The contest winners, right?" He signed inwardly. He'd been hoping that they wouldn't actually show up, or at least not show up during his shift. How irritating. This was just wasting precious research time after all.Getting up and out of the open egg, the screens immediately blinked closed behind him along with the keyboard disappearing as he stood. Straightening up, stretching slightly as he worked the kinks out of his back and shoulders, he accessed the odd group before him while wondering how to start. Deciding that the quickest course was always the easiest course, albeit not the most informative one, but heck, who the hell cared? They'd figure shit out while in the virtual world anyway. Not to mention the faster he got rid of them the faster he could get back to work.With that decided, he jerked his thumb to point at the capsules circling the middle of the room. "Okay, off to the virtual world correct? Pick an egg, any egg, and get comfortable with it." Crossing the room to the controller, he pressed a button among the rows of flips and switches. A low hissing sound emanated throughout the room, its echoes making it seem much louder than it actually was. The sounds of locks clicking open simultaneously were followed by the tops of each capsule slowly opening up.The interior seemed simple and a comfortable seat took up most of the space. Looped around an armrest was a rather bulky pair of goggles.[Shall be waiting for everyone to post a response before capsules are closed to enter the virtual world. If your characters have any questions they want to bug the technician about, this is the time to do so.] Laura remained aloof amid the rest of the group. The shy girl certainly looked like a gamer, but that was about all the group had been able to find out about her. Shy and introverted, Laura had avoided the group through thinly masked excuses to avoid having to talk to anyone. Beyond her games, she was this way. In the virtual world, she preferred to stand out and garner attention, almost like an entirely different piece of her mind was involved with characters.Following the group along towards the rear, she'd listened as the tour progressed through the building. She hated tours, prefering to be shown what she would need and then getting to work. Or in this case, play. She let her friends do the touring of the studios, because she was just that way. She'd rather have a functionally neat workplace than an inspection neat workplace. If she was in work mode, she didn't let anything except breaks to use the restroom or to get something interfere.It was the lower levels, towards the end of the tour, that Laura began to pay attention. Of course they'd keep it underground because so many utilities were used, it was no doubt in a laboratory or something. R&D types didn't like sunlight anyway, so it wasn't hard for her to imagine that they'd keep their brilliant minds locked away in a cellar, the harsh sunlight only allowed the briefest glimpse of their pale, scrawny frames.The room they were ushered into looked fairly bare except for the eggs that held the complicated virtual environment. Laura was both relieved and annoyed. When most talked about interactive and virtual, they talked about wearing full body setups that made it impossible to move. Being able to park her butt meant she'd be able to focus more. The downside was she wasn't sure this... egg would be able to control her character adequately enough. Was this just an overly elaborate gaming setup disguised as virtual reality?When the man unlocked the eggs, Laura picked one on an end, with fewer people around, and looked at the interior. Interesting. She poked the seat experimentally, now curious, and she clamored up into the egg and sat. It looked to be quite small, so it didn't take long to look around. Her arm brushed the goggles and she held them up to look at. Bulky, but not bad. Putting them on, she looked silly with the over sized goggles on her head.Lying back, she wiggled around a bit until her body found a natural recline and she lay there, hoping whatever was about to happen wouldn't let her fall asleep. The chair was quite comfy. So it turned out the egg-man wasn’t dead. Of course not, really, that’d be silly. Dead, really, how absurd to think such a thing. Like anyone would die... deep underground... where no one could find you.. so your body rotted for days... only to be discover after the rat infestation got too much.Twirdy shivered as his own thought got way, WAY, too deep for it’s own good. Second guessing himself? Maybe... but NO! This was what he wanted, he thought. No, he was sure, mostly, that this would be awesome... right?Deep breaths, deep breaths.Everyone else was heading to their individual pods so, tally-ho. Of course the excitement of feeling something new wiped away all that worry he ha’d seconds ago and there Twirdy bounded for a capsule like a kid leaping onto his parents bed Christmas morning.Oooh! It’s nice.Awww... look at these goggles.Hey! It’s soft AND smooth.Comfy... yes. A smile a mile wide.Mmm... oh, wait, a query popped into that little head of his. “Uh...” Twirdy started,” What if I gotta pee.. or eat.. or anything? We’re gonna be in this for 3 days, right? ” Suddenly a flash of an old movie scene popped into Twirdy’s head of a guy slowly pulling himself out of a pod much like this, except the guy had tubes attached to his body and head.. and was covered in liquid snot. What was it called, again? The Menix? No..."I don't wanna be covered in boogers, Mr. Technician-Guy." Blech, that's nasty. Mimi Johnson - AKA: Pandora-12 (#msg4775733)Mimi had been a little put out that her attempts to steer her way into the conversations had been for naught, but inwardly she was a little bit relieved. She was positivelyoverdressed compared to everyone else, and she couldn't help but feel a little bubbly because of it. She wondered what the others might think of her, whether she was someoneimportantinstead of some flustered housewife from the 'burbs. And once they were in the game, who theyactuallywere wouldn't matter in the slightest, now would it?She had been far too busy trying to catch all the butterflies fluttering around in her chest to notice anything amiss with the secretary, though she was surprised to findanyonethat would work a faker smile than her own. Mimi tried to concentrate on the clicking of her heels against the floor, rather than the knowledge that she was going to be one of the first people in theworldto experience the full potential of digital simulationism. In her mind it was like being the first man on the moon--a foray into a brave new frontier, the beginning of a revolution beyond imagining.Apparently she wasn't theonlyexcited one. She barely stifled a laugh as Twirdy pestered the poor technician. He reminded her of her youngest after getting into the sugar pot, only slightly more comprehensible. Mostly, anyway."Perhaps we'll be frozen for the duration?" Mimi said, only half-jokingly. "Like, stasis? Normally I'd laugh at the idea, but just look at this place!" As she picked out her own pod and settled gracefully into it, she leaned forward to address the technician. "Is it alright to keep my purse and jewelry in, or would that interfere with the signal?" "Fascinating... absolutely fascinating..." Nor murmured as she turned over the resonating sheet of her win notice in her fingers. She eyed the device as if it were among the more remarkable things she'd ever seen, and it was. Preoccupied with the paper, she shuffled into the shuttle with the others, nodding courteously toward their guide but not raising her eyes to meet hers.The familiar lurch that came with dropping downward didn't phase her in the slightest. In fact, it brought with it a comforting sense of home. Eventually the flashing of passing floors drew her fixed gaze for the synthetic sheet to the slivers of K-EM enterprises whizzing past. Her dark eyes darted about the details, but her neutral expression betrayed little of what she thought of the alien world.It was only in being lead into the bright, white hall in all its sterile modern engineering that unadulterated awe began to poke through her otherwise stony facade. She felt the part of a pilgrim en route to some sacred site as the group wound their way down the lengthy hall, but their final destination was far from some dusty old entombed relic.As soon as her eyes fell on the egg chambers, Nora went rigid. She knew - though her certainty was somehow beyond her understanding, in the deepest reaches of her intuition she was positive those ominous beds would lead them into cryo. A fine sweat began to accumulate across her flesh. Mimi's answer to Twirdy's questions only confirmed her suspicions. Nora didn't balk. She didn't ask questions. She simply shut off the better part of her brain and climbed in a pod at random. Her eyes bored forward in a blank stare, and her breath left her flared nostrils in long uneven rounds. Despite how young the technician appeared, he spoke with authority and while his manner was cheeky, he certainly seemed to know what he was doing. As each person picked a pod, he walked around to help where needed and to ensure that all was well. It'd be a hassle later on if anything happened, not to mention how the last thing he wanted was to get tied down with another briefing on customer service.It seemed that one girl, the first to choose her pod, was already settled in. His brows raised slightly at Twirdy's questions. Whether it was from irritation or wonder, it was hard to tell. The technician was tempted to retort that he had a name besides Mr. Technician-Guy, but bit it back. They'd be asleep in a few minutes and out of his hair soon enough. Though the fact that he bothered to respond was probably a good sign.Nodding over at Mimi, he held his hand out for her belongings. "It'd be better to hand your things over for safe-keeping. Along with any electronics, Accessorize, phones, and the like." He placed Mimi's belongings on the floor right next to her pod, apparently his version of 'safe-keeping' didn't come with lock and key. "When the console is released, it'll just be the goggles obviously. So yes, at that time you'll have to take breaks to eat and use the restroom unless you don't mind living in your bathroom with a fridge sitting next to you." The obvious sarcasm in his voice was pointed at Twirdy, but he made sure to help booger boy with his goggles and get comfortable in his seat regardless. "But for your stay here, that won't be necessary."Satisfied that Twirdy was good to go, he made quick work with Mimi before moving on to Nora. "Like she said, you'll be going into a period of stasis while in the pods. It's not going to be a full cryogenic freeze or anything, but pretty close to it. After all, we still need your brain functioning for the console to work. So while you won't feel the urge to eat or have any bowel movements...eh, let's just say once you're outta there by the end of this weekend you're gonna want to know where the nearest restroom and buffet are."He blinked at Nora, the woman was positively rigid and her nervousness was written all over her face. He'd been holding her goggles out to her while finishing up his short explanation and she'd continue staring straight at him. Or through him rather. Dangling the goggles in front of her again, slight concern etched his features. "You okay?"[Capsules will be closed on Monday, along with entering the virtual world. Players who have not posted by then can catch up.] Twirdy nodded, and nodded, and nodded as he heard not only Technician-Guy speak but also the really smart business woman. She must work in the field, same as they where at now. Like... like the owner of some really huge company that sold all those phone-gadgets and personal computers. Oh! Maybe, if Twirdy was nice and she remembers him, then Twirdy could go see how they made those too!ButWOW!People knew all kinds of things, here! It was like being in one of those movies where you got to be the first people into space or the first to explore a deep underground cave, except without all the monsters and death, and everyone had a special field of study and they were gonna find all these neato discoveries and further humankind for the better. Twirdy was, now, an explorer of the great unknown! Yes.However, the only thing Twirdy could say to everything he heard was, "COOL!" And he did so with such gusto that he practically shouted the word as he nestled himself into a nice sleeping-type position. After all, he'd be there for 3 days and probably not moving so he had to be comfortable.Then, after getting all snuggly and warm with his surroundings, he waited. "I wonder if they'll give us a buffet and personal toilets after?" He mused to himself so that only those in the nearest pods might hear, "That'd be nice of them... especially the toilet." Much to Jin's disappointment, she and the other winners had all been beckoned back to the K-EM reception desk in the lobby before being given much of a chance to chat together at the cafe. Being the MMO fanatic that she was, she always loved meeting other players that also played some of the same games as her, and Massiva was of course one of the staples of the genre as well as being very prominent on the competitive circuit. Jin could discuss games with a fellow enthusiast for hours and she always enjoyed it, but there was no time for lollygagging around at the moment - as her vibrating bracelet was very clearly reminding her - so she and Joseph would have to take a rain check on their little chat until a bit later on.It was basically a blur of lights, elevators and modernly decorated hallways as the group was lead down to the lab, but Jin's disappointment quickly faded away and was replaced by a sense of anticipation that gradually built up as they edged their way closer. The final room containing the capsules was actually quite similar to what Jin had pictured in her mind, not that she was overly concerned with what it looked like since she wouldn't be aware of her actual physical surroundings for the duration of her journey into K-EM's virtual world."I'm Kalypsa on Massiva, by the way," Jin stated to Joseph, suddenly remembering the conversation that they were about to have earlier before they'd been interrupted. There was a good chance that Joseph already knew about Jin's character or had at least heard of her ever if he wasn't familiar with who she was in real life since she'd held the top rank on the PvP ladder for several months, but she didn't want to presume anything, nor was she the diva type who would be offended if somebody didn't recognize her.Picking out a couple of vacant pods, Jin nodded her head towards them so as to invite Joseph to sit next to her, allowing them to continue their little chat while everyone else got ready and the technician set everything up. Joseph was just having some nice conversations with the other winners when he got a message on his Accessorized watch, telling him to move to the front desk. Looking around he assumed they all got the same message, since they all stood up, making their way to the entrance. He followed them, into the elevator, through an hallway and ultimately into a room with a small number of big egg-like pods.He did not care much about winning this contest at first. Since the public release of the product would be in a few days, he didn’t felt it was that special. And he, they, wouldn’t be the first living beings entering the virtual worlds anyway, since numerous technicians should have used it before they will. Of course, this product must have been thoroughly tested. The contest was just well-timed PR stunt, to get the media’s attention, to hype up a new product.But now, looking at the opened pods, he felt his heartbeat starting to rise from the anticipation. Realizing that people had been dreaming of virtual reality ever since the first television sets were produced, or maybe even before that, the magnitude of this started to dawn to him: Entering a real virtual world. Yes, they were not the first ever to enter a VR world, but still, they are getting this sneak preview of something millions, if not billions of people would die to get their hands on."I'm Kalypsa on Massiva, by the way" Suddenly his attention was drawn to something entirely different. Well not entirely different, since MMORPG’s and Virtual Reality ARE related in a lot of ways. But still Jin’s sudden change of subject surprised him. “Kalypsa, oh my god”, he thought. He had run into Kalypsa a lot ingame. She was the annoying b..... … pain in the behind that had cost him a few victories in massive pvp battles. He respected her character build, since he had never been able to kill her in battle because she does not give him much time to react to the damage she inflicts. And, while he was a more than capable PvP General, she outclasses him, leading far more important battles successfully then he does.Before he got the chance to reply, Jin had already sat down into one of the pods and motioned him to sit next to her, which he does and his thoughts returned to the idea of entering a virtual world. He didn’t have a clear idea of what was going to happen. He assumed they could all pick an avatar, but he wondered about the amount of allowed customization of their appearance and strength/weaknesses. And would they all end up in the same virtual place?Suddenly something crazy came into his mind. Not a serious idea, but more like a funny thought. And he started to chuckle. He turned to Jin and with a smile on his face he said “How about you reroll Kalypsa in K-EM world, and I reroll Fashriym here and have a duel to see who’s the best?” Her constricted pupils finally fixated on the pair of goggles dancing before her. Nora appeared surprised, as if seeing the ocular equipment for the first time. The blank shock was quickly ushered behind an assuring smile. "Oh, yes. Absolutely fine." She answered, delicately taking the offered equipment - as if manhandling would somehow cause them to shatter in her fingers.Though she continued to smile, she eyed the goggles apprehensively before sliding them over her head. Everything about this ordeal was painfully unnatural, but she shared Twirdy's enthusiasm for tackling frontiers. She'd endure objecting her body to the bizarre deprivation of the essentials of human living for a few days for exploration's sake. Worries about slight atrophy danced through her head as she settled into her seat and shifted about in search for ideal comfort, but settled as quickly as possible. The last thing she wanted was to draw further attention to herself.Nora began to envision the technician taking notice of her flushed flesh, elevated heart rate, and clammy sheen only to ask her to step out so that he could take a look at her vitals. In fact - shouldn't he have? Wasn't being lead into these state of the art pods happening a little too fast, a little too easy? Nora blinked hard, doing the best to reestablish contact with the recently neglected reasonable part of her brain. Obviously the prize winners were walking into their prized session with years or testing and trials preceding them. What's more, with the advertising three ring circus whirling around the event, she was willing to wager K-EM had taken every precaution to ensure their safety.Having managed to wrangle in her anxiety for the time being, she expelled a long breath. "Good luck all." She smirked. Her well wishes echoed about the chamber as the others already began to kindle fledgling rivalries. Robert had deliberately picked a pod on the far end, keeping to himself as he had been the whole time. he was surprised with the information being divulged by the other contestants, but not completely. He knew plenty of people that got game all tied up in real, and plenty that had that backfire on them. Even still, he couldn't stop himself from being a bit concerned by a nearby pod.The girl Nora seemed overly nervous, even with the assistance of a professional from the game company helping her in to the game. He could tell her mind was traveling a mile a minute and her breathing pattern, and a few other physical cues, made it clear she was battling with anxiety. He gave her a smile when she wished everyone luck and shot back a bit of assurance. “Luck is skill, and mine is high enough for a party bonus, so relax a bit, nothing to worry about.” Once everyone had chosen a pod and the technician had gone around once, placing belongings to the side of each pod and ensuring each contestant was comfortable, he returned to the control panel. "Alright everyone, I'm closing the eggs now. Please put on your goggles now, it should be turning on soon."As he spoke, a press of a button brought the open egg shells down before each clicked closed. At first, the goggles showed nothing and as each person waited, they felt the air around them noticeably cooling. It was always a bit of a discomforting experience, connecting to the Virtual World. It didn't matter if you were sitting on a plush leather sofa or a lumpy old couch, if you had a pillow, a headrest, or even if you were simply laying back on your own bed. The comforting sensations faded away as the precise sequence of electrical signals emitted by the headset started up, and before long, you were left with only a dim awareness of your own body, floating in empty space.With the outside world gone like that, there was always the fear that the input would suddenly freeze in that position, that the computer would bluescreen, or lock up, or something else would happen and you'd be trapped forever, a ghost lost in that bleak, endless void... Of course, that was completely impossible, or so they said. Safety upon safety was arranged to keep just that from happening, from fail-safe cutoffs designed to bring the user back to full awareness after a lack of input to monitoring devices that would disconnect the user if dangerous health conditions were detected, and if all else failed, you could even fight against the signal, reach up with your real hand and just pull the headset off... It hurt a bit, of course, and afterwords you'd have one hell of a headache, but it was at least possible, a last resort if everything else failed to work.While connecting, you'd comfort yourself with these nice little facts. As the egg did its work, your body's vital signs slowing steadily as the window of the chamber began clouding over from the change in temperature, the loading screen would appeared. Even while expecting it, it could still be at least a little bit startling, just popping up like that, but the bar filled soon enough, and then you were in the ready room, presented with an interface that could do all sorts of things.Looking around, it was a very simple room, admittedly, a clean, sparkling-white place. Blindingly white compared to the earlier darkness before the loading bar appeared. A disembodied voice spoke, as if from everywhere and yet very close at your side at the same time. "Welcome to the virtual world. Please choose your avatar appearance." A full-length, three sided mirror, much like the ones found in dressing rooms, appeared a few steps away. Stepping to it, you could see not only your own appearance, but also several options listed on a control panel in front of you. Much like a touch screen panel, it could be stretched wider or smaller, able to literally be 'picked up' and tucked away into a pocket. Options from different hairstyles, to colors, and other features could be found listed on the current available tab of the control panel. Each shifted the appearance of yourself in the mirror.Once you had settled on your avatar, a press of the 'Confirm' button and the mirror disappeared, leaving you wearing your chosen 'skin'. A panel of light shone where the mirror had been, forming into a rectangle of light. The voice, which had helped guide you through the process, spoke again. "Please proceed through the portal to K-EM's set testing grounds. Enjoy your stay."Stepping through, the light seemed blinding. After several blinks, you slowly become aware of the shifting of sand beneath your feet, smell the tang of the ocean on the air, feel the gentle warmth of the sun, and hear the lapping of the waves against the shore. Seated at a table ( not far from the contestants, a woman ( dressed in a black leather catsuit sipped at a glass of martini. As the newly transformed winners approached, she welcome them with a tilt of her head, still seated comfortably with legs crossed. "Welcome to the virtual world. I am the Local Universal Systems Terminal, otherwise known as L.U.S.T." Motioning behind them, to where they had just stepped out of their 'dressing rooms' it soon became apparent that the testing grounds set up by K-EM was some sort of exclusive beachside resort ("The first floor of our resort is fully equipped. From a lovely spa ( and jacuzzi ( to our pool ( please make use of our facilities to your heart's content." L.U.S.T., who had just been seated behind them at her table, now appeared in front as she seemed to float towards the resort, beckoning them to follow. "The other floors of our resort have been left empty and are completely customizable. K-EM Enterprises would like you to test the functions and ability of the system, we would love to hear your feedback on your entire experience." Reaching the lobby, it seemed to be fully staffed, and yet there were no other guests besides the contestants. Unlike L.U.S.T. who stood out in her strange attire, the NPCs looked perfectly normal. Almost like any other person you would see on the streets. "As you can see, we have several NPCs set up to help your experience seem more lifelike. However, if you find that you need any help and would like my assistance, you need only call my name."With that, just as suddenly as L.U.S.T. had appeared, she vanished.[Note that the dressing rooms are not shared. Each person is transported to their own separate 'room' during this time and will meet again once they have crossed over to the resort area. Take this time to better acquaint yourselves and let your characters explore the (nearly) boundless features of the virtual world. L.U.S.T. will appeared when called and if needed, in the meantime, NPCs are available for help. Players can create minor NPCs in their posts if needed to help create a smoother flow in conversation, etc. Or you can choose to wait for the GMs to post an NPC response.] Mimi Johnson - AKA: Pandora-12 (#msg4775733)Though every instinct insisted that she should be panicking over the sudden dip in sensation, Mimi couldn't possibly be calmer. It was almost like falling into a dream, the only haven she'd had from a life of constant work and disappointment in over a decade. She went under, and followed the digital fog where ever it deigned to take her.And then she was standing, just as she'd been not minutes ago. Mimi looked at her hands, as though attempting to see the pixels that made them up. She was astonished to find none, but she supposed it made sense. She wasn't so much looking at a screen as peering into her own mind, at a world transmitted through the device around her head. In the real world, whether on the street or at home, there was always that fluttering feeling that threatened to break her confidence down to pieces. But here, where nearlyanythingwas possible, it had vanished entirely. She was free. Utterly and completely.The curvy young housewife already knew exactly what she wanted her avatar to look like; she'd had been sketching it for weeks now, after all. They'd been nothing more than chicken scratch, not even worthy of being pinned to a refrigerator door, but here they could bereal. She touched the cold surface of the mirror and began to mold the image to her liking. Her figure and all the insecurities bundled up in it were the first to go, replaced with an elegant body that flowed like smoke from a candle. With a little finagling the smog tinted a gorgeous royal purple, and golden trim skittered across the surface of her skin in all the beautiful designs she'd dreamed up, but didn't have the skill to put to paper.Eventually, satisfied, she stepped away from the mirror. Mimi, once scarcely over five feet and distinctly asian, was now something else altogether. Her avatar was taller by at least a foot, and looked like something born of Arabian fantasies. She was a djinn ( androgynous, ethereal, and no longer bound by the constraints of her own genetics. The mirror shrank to the size of a coin at her command, fitting snugly within the the heavy smoke coiling around her.When she found herself on the beach, the false-sun every bit as warm as the real one, she was no longer Mimi Johnson, mother of two. She was Pandora-12, free to do as she pleased without having to worry about what her husband might think of her. The feeling was liberating.She studied the others carefully, suppressing a smile at those whose changes were more obvious and peering curiously at those who, like her, had been more drastic in their choices. She said nothing, content with walking after their guide and taking in the sights with a feeling of true exhilaration.

K-EM Enterprises_ A Virtual Reality Adventure [IC]

My Son's Latest Castoff

Closed for AsaJohn Reynolds sighed two doors away his twenty two year old son was loudly having sex with the latest in a long long line of girlfriends, Tony was a good kid at heart but he lived his life in a very casual way, never more so then when it came to women, the longest relationship his boy had had was a month , Tony was heading back to University in the morning, father and son had already said their goodbyes.His wife had passed away ten years earlier and while he hadn't gotten much sex in the years since he'd gotten some quality , several times Tony's ex girlfriends who wanted to try to hook back up with his kid had offered themselves to the older Reynolds but always just as a one off.John reached down between is legs and took a firm hold of his hard cock imagining his son's latest conquest was fucking him now...maybe in the morning she'd be up for the father...maybe she won't ...if she was up for daddy sex no doubt it would be a one off ...just once he'd like something more.John sat in the kitchen having toast and a cup of coffee , his son had left two hours earlier for the long drive ahead, he had his boxers on which barely masked a semi erect member and a t shirt , he wasn't super fit like his boy but for a man in his mid forties he looked good, a smile touched his face as soft steps walked down the stairwell.John ReynoldsAge 45toned body 6 ft slightly balding dark hairwidower with one son age 22 at universityWorks as an investment bankerSince his wife died and his boy came of age he's had a steady diet of his lads castoffs but only ever one off encounters...he's looking for someone a little more long term Gabrielle Callis5'5"38CLong raven hairGun metal grey eyesYoung well blessed toned body on a tattooed BartenderLeather kneel length shorts and skin tight crop tank that showed off the tattoosShe walked down the stairs not surprised the kid had run off she felt a little sure she had scared him a little in the light of being sober. A smirk graced her lips... He wasn't too bad but not someone she would want again... She looked a little older than she was. She was 21 and using bartending to pay the rent. A little rougher around the edges than Tony was used to clearly... but as usual it was just her body that had gotten her there in that house and his bed. She was attending college locally for now till she could save up enough money to get out of this town... nothing here for her but one night stands and a bunch of bad memories.Looking over at his father she nodded and moved to collect her jacket and purse to get going unless he made the move to talk to her or anything. Tony had unfortunately left her a tad unsatisfied and she was going to track down one of her other friends with benefits and have some fun unless this guy wanted to talk. She had been with a few older men and sometimes they got a little too controlling and other times they seemed so grateful they became too submissive... She doubted there was a "even balance" out there in the "older men" in this town.~~~~~~~~~~~Her Tats~ { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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He made an instant decision there was no pissing around with this girl ...be straight up."My boy would normally be fucking right to dawn, so he short changed you last night" John stood up, his cock pushing hard against his boxers.."looks like you could do with a good couple of hours more fucking young lady...if you think you can handle this " Johns right hand brushed against his boxers.Quickly both hands now moved to her hips and held them firmly his eyes looked into hers and saw a strenght and more he saw need he'd guessed right she was still horny "back up the stairs with you, first door on the left" it was said now quite as a command but more in expectation that she was up for more sex this morning. Guess you can blame that his trying first to impress his "Favorite bartender in the world" with how much he could drink.She laughed and then looked at him when he first tried to say she needed more... True or not it was strange to her that the guys dad would say that, and asked if she could handle him. The smirk never leaving her lips as a brow raised...Seriously... As she felt both hands on her hips she watched his face hearing the young lady and the expectant "orders she laughed.And what makes you think I have daddy issues enough to respond well to that? Let me guess... the tattoos... and the tough as nails attitude led you to believe that I would go for an older man since "Daddy never hugged me enough" or some other crap like that? Or maybe thats the best pick up lines you got... Ya know that wouldn't surprise me with ya sons attempts to pick me up.She did not move to remove his hands though as she spoke just standing there looking deep into his eyes.You gotta prove you know what to do and how to use that before I take one step back towards those steps... you got that? With that she winked as that devious smirk still graced her lips. John smiled , he'd misjudged her slightly he would have to work at this even if it was clear she was up for a fucking." I like you young lady...too often the ladies my kid leaves behind don't require any effort , I think you and me are going to have a lot of fun today" his eyes and mouth smiled, in a move that happen very quickly John moved his hands to the hook at the front of her tight shorts and expertly loosened it allowing the form hugging leather to loosen itself from her hips before she could respond he pushed the shorts down to reveal a fine looking pussy."I'll show you what I can do "he said looking into her eyes not giving her a chance to respond, he moved to his knees , pushing her shorts further down so that the dropped completely and gathers at her feet.His mouth and fingers when to work, not expecting to be stopped ...the challenge had been set and he was simply taking it up.His hands gently but still firmly spread her legs wider ,as a single finger traced her pussy area until he reached her clit, his finger flicked at it for several moments until his face moved closer , his tongue reaching out to the clit , flicking firmly as his fingers began to once again trace around her pussy area slowly but in ever decreasing rotations so that eventually two fingers slipped into her hole searching for the G Spot.He'd been doing this since his teenage years and more often than not would end this part of the experience begging for his cock which even now pushed out of his boxers, he wasn't blessed with huge lenght but it had a huge girth...woman knew when he had fucked them. We will see about that she smirked watching him and then the feel of the shorts being unhooked she raised a brow but then he did something she didn't expect from this one and it strangely seemed different than when others have done it... Kneeling.Mmmm this man on his knees before her was a fun sight for some reason to her so different then the other older men who basically all but begged her and then never lasted. She smiled her eyes dancing looking down to him kneeling before her.Her legs parting a little at his guiding she leaned back against the table for support. She could see him starting to slip out of the top of his shorts as he began to toy with her womanhood she softly bit her lower lip at the sensation of his fingers and tongue beginning its affections of her body.You might just know what to do... She teased moving a leg to drape over his shoulder. Her long toned legs also sporting a few fairly intricate and long tattoos. Her eyes closed as his fingers slipped inside a faint purr slithering fro her lips as she smiled her head falling back at the well skilled attentions pulling the desire out in her body. Even with her having not been satisfied by his son she could resist and make them work for it but this man she may make him work for it for a whole other reason... SO they are both so intently built up that they both have the most powerful orgasm eventually that they have had in a long time if ever.Her leg tightened a little as her heel slowly massaged its way up his back a little with the slightest of pressure. He wanted her , desparately but not desparate in the way most men his age would be with a young woman like her, it was no great exaggeration to say that if wanted he could have half a dozen young sluts here in an hour all ready to fuck...no his desparation came out of desire.He felt her body react to his efforts her leg lifting to give even better access whic he took advantage of slipping a third finger into her pussy going deeper and hitting her g-spot more often then not.Her heel on his back was new...no women had done that before and he had to admit that it was incredibly erotic, it forced his cock to try harder than ever to grow beyond its normal size , so much so that his balls flicked over the top of his shorts which now slid slowly from his own hips.For long minutes he continued to work her pussy, before his mouth started moving north , while his fingers keep slowly pumping her pussy. He reached beyond her belly button and with agility defying his age he smoothly move from his knees to a squating position, lifting the womans leg as his body rose...And still his mouth travelled north til he reached her firm breasts exposing them by easily removing her top, his body now almost in a standing position he suckled the two nipples, his tongue rolling over the nipples which grew erect, his mouth sucking hard trying to force as much breast between his lips as possible, and as slightly awkward as it was his fingers still worked her pussy which his rock hard cock pushed hard into her belly Feeling him lift up some she leaned a little more against the table finding him slowly rising to his feet. She leaned back a little more onto the table her leg slipping down and coming to rest around his hips in time feeling his manhood pressing against her belly as she braced herself with one hand behind her on the table. Her eyes still closed her other hand moving to swirl in his hair and holding him almost in a silent demand to her breasts.A almost growled moan slithered from her lips at his affections her other leg in time moving to wrap around his waist and locking around his hips. She finally moved her head to look at him and watch him exploring her body and taking such pleasure in it as well as the pleasure her body felt from his tender affections. Her hips wriggled against his fingers as her hunger grew from his teasing. She was growing more and more hungry for this man but she always wanted to push the envelope and see how much desire she and her lover at the time could handle before they merely attacked the other one. Finally his fingers moved out of her pussy as her legs locked around his body not too long ago he had planned to service this young lady and then that would be the end of it but now...now he wante dher wanted to be in her , his desire was mostly lust driven but not completely so...she challenged him and that hadn't happened for a long time.His mouth moved to her should blade and alternatively sucked hard and kissed lighly repeating the process along her neck until he reached her lips...he teased her now brushing against her without ever quite kissing. All while his hands moved her body slightly so that his cock nudged against her pussy.John looked deeply into her eyes, suddenly aware that he didn't know her name, that mattered..but not right now. As he looked into her eyes, the words didn't need to be said, he saw in her eyes that she was ready.His cock slipped between her lips pushing the boundaries of her walls a mere six inches long he made up for that by making women fell like they weren't just being fist-fucked by arm fucked and still he forced more of his cock into the heavily tattooed woman. She stared into his eye as she smiled appreciatively at his affections and hungry for more. She tried to nip at those lips faintly brushing against hers. Her hand still swirled in his hair as she for now let him tease her lips. She purred feeling his manhood pressing against her and then entering her. Her legs tensed pulling him tighter to to her as she almost seemed to growl softly very hungry for this man no matter the size or girth.Her hand in his hair finally pulling him a little more firmly to her lips and pressing a passionate hungry kiss to his lips and biting at his lower lip she smiled purring into the kiss. Her hips began rocking against his hips as he pressed harder into her. He had gotten the reaction he was after by teasing her lips, now their tongues danced into each others mouths exploring their newly expanded world, the dance seemed to set itself in time to the pace of his hips pushing his cock deep into the wet pussy.It would be a mistake to call this simply a fuck, okay they weren't quite making love to each other in the way John understood it to mean but there was something about this woman that told him she was not the normal slapper his son tended to find...there was depth here a real personality that he wanted to know.Still while this was more than a fuck it was at its basic level just that ,two obviously horny people who didn't know each other getting mutual satisfaction without a heck of a lot of effort and so he pounded her pussy with as much force as his hips could generate.His cock tight against her walls he only hoped his eventual release would time on top of this young ladies own orgasm...that didn't happen often enough but when it did.....it was incredible. Mmm his size felt amazing deep inside of her. Her hips grinding back against his as her body began to undulate like a belly dancer pressing her breasts against his chest then her hips against his hips... for now a slow taunting speed yet keeping with his pace as well.Her tongue dancing with his and slithering into his mouth and around his tongue as they basically created their own form between mindless fucking and making love. Her head did finally fall back as she gasped a little after such a long kiss. Her hand in his hair guiding him back to her breasts as she left her head back like that her eyes closed intoxicated by just how big he was... She would be keeping this ones number really enjoying this "old man" John's mouth worked her breasts once again, suckling the nipples andonce again trying to get much tit into his mouth as possible.He didn't worry himself that his boy had fucked this women just hours ago almost all the pussy he'd gotten since his wife died had been his sons cast-offs, the boy could pick up women easily enough but he seemd to be all energy and power rather than skill.His cock pushed deep into the young lady ,wetness and heat mixed as his balls slapped against her body with each thrust , urgency hit him and his normal ability to control his release left him , his balls tightened...it would be soonA tit slipped from his mouth and John looked at her look neck the young ladies head back, her eyes closed ..."Going to cum...soon" even as the words escapd his lips the pressure around his balls was becoming upbearable...release was moments away.And then it happened sprem short out his manhood and hammered into her walls mixing with her juices, his body spasmed and more sprem flooded out each looking for the ultimate goal, as yet more seed entered the heavily tattooed beauty She didn't care that his orgasm hit him so hard or that he seemed to keep shooting seed deep within her her own orgasm began riding her mind wildly as she gasped and bucked intently against him her inner muscles rippling him pulling every drop he offered from him.Her head moved looking back to him her lips parted in ragged breaths as she looked into his eyes. She bit her lip feeling the last of her orgasm ripple through her body. Arching she pressed her breasts firmly against his chest for a long moment. Before she then relaxed half sitting there she just stared into his eyes with a sly smile content for now. He was sweating now his body reacting to the effort expended.."So " a smile touched Johns face "have I proved that I know what I'm doing for you to take a step towards those steps, theres a shower in my ensuite you're most welcome to it"He hoped the young lady would say yes because he really wanted to get to know her more, no other girl had challenged him and he certainly felt there was a lot of depth within her certainly more than many of the same old same olds his son left behind for his dad to finish off.John looked at the young lady and his smile grew but before you do get to go upstairs I think introductions are a little overdue " My name is John" She nodded at the mention of a shower and took a deep contented sigh of a breath as they untangled themselves from each other.Shower sounds good yeah and as for proving you know how... Yeah... you passed that. She winked and smiled at him slowly standing she watched him for a moment and then hearing what he said next she laughedYeah LONG over due... Gabrielle and VERY nice to meet you John... She bit her lip softly still just watching him for a moment letting the situation meld however it was going to after all that. "Well Gabrielle follow me " John said with a smile and he walked away from his latest lover his semi hard cock swinging between his legs as he made his way up the staircase to his bedroom.The bedroom itself was standard fare a king size bed dominated various bits of bedroom furniture, on the wall opposite the bed a large painting was hung , it showed three naked women on their knees, they all looked very young, their eyes all looked over with lust at the clearly middle aged man standing in front of them a large cock fully erect with a look on his face like he was deciding who to fuck first . In truth it wasn't John's type of painting but a year ago one of his sons young castoff's had brought it for him because it reminded her of their encounters.Some of the girls since hated it ,many didn't and of the ones who did like the painting well it gave them ideas and they had girlfriends...in truth John had sex on average once a week not bad for a single middle aged man considering the women he had were all young ,firm bodied and mostly sluts but in turth he was as highly sexed as ever, he could easily be happy with a fuck session a few times a day...even if he wasn't sure his body could keep up with his desires .He walked into the ensuite and turned on the shower before quickly coming back out into the bedroom , his eyes took in the naked form of Gabrielle and noticed for the first time her abundance of tattoo's , no doubt there would be stories with each one and he hoped that he would have the time with this young lady to at least hear those stories.He had to ask "Do you like the painting?" She followed him upstairs pausing there in his room eyes rolling slightly veiled at the painting. Surprise surprise she thought to herself. Turning to watch him for a moment she smirked when he inevitably asked hr opinion of the painting.Would be a lot better painting with it being three middle aged males on their knees begging in their own way and the woman standing there deciding... Then though it would remind me too much of work.She smirked in that sarcastic but she was dead honest in her opinion little way she did so well. Her arms crossed as she stood there one tattooed leg stretched out and the other straight as most of her body weight was on the straight leg. Her legs ere mostly covered in tats as well as her torso upper arms and shoulders. As well as some that clearly wrapped around her with part of them over her abs and between her breasts. To most she looked fairly lethal but to many an older male for some reason she was the object of desire the few that saw her as someone to be dominated however had learned the hard way... and in most cases never got near her again. John laughed at her comment, after a few moments he looked at the painting , "Well I guess that would be a more realistic painting, many of us old farts do tend to do a lot of begging when it comes to attractive young ladies"He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek " I think you and me are really going to enjoy each others company , would you care to join me in the shower and you can start to tell me all about the amazing art work on your body"He looked quickly at the painting he'd never liked the dominace message in the painting, women too easy to control bored him still he liked the idea of multiple females at the same time and he wondered if Gabrielle might be open to such an idea...it had happened a few times in the past year but the young girls all seemed the same , Gabrielle stood out and he wondered what sort of women she would invite should he be able to convince her that sharing a man was a good thing.Stream started to slowly enter the bedroom and John moved to the shower hoping his latest lover would join him....his cock grew again as his mind recalled the fucking he had just received at the hands of the tattooed temptress She listened to him and laughed a little.Yeah though I doubt I should bore you with some of the stories that brought on ink.A smile at how "sweet" the kiss on the cheek was after their earlier encounter. Turning she walked with him into the bathroom and glanced around. She watched him seeing him growing again she smirked and walked right up half behind him with a growled whisper in his ear...Hungry again... Good. John turned his body so that he was facing the naked form of Gabrielle, his erection pushed hard against her outter thigh as water cascaded over their bodies.John moved his head and gave her a quick but very firm kiss, their lips seem to move together as if it was natural fit "I doubt you could bore me" he smiled " ever".John moved his hands from her shoulder slowly down to her firm breasts, his thumbs moved firmly over her nipples , while his hands gently cupped her tits, HIs face then moved to one of the breasts and his lips and tongue took over , suckling and licking her breast his mouth trying to get as much of the firm tit covered as possible.A hand slid down to her pussy and a single finger slid between her lips and into her heat.No he'd never bore of this woman, infact he suspected there were many layers to be uncovered ,a real depth that was missing from so many of the fucks he'd had since his son had begun sexually active. She smiled her eyes falling closed as she softly moaned at his affections to her breasts and his finger slipping into her depths. Sher moved her hands to swirl in his hair holding almost in a silent command to her breasts as she purred at the sensation the water striking her skin and then slithering its sensual path down her body. John worked her pussy for a few minutes and then felt a raising need as the water continue to cascade down their bodies his hands moved quickly to below her upper thighs and he lifted her off the shower floor.Twenty years ago he would have done this ease and while he was very fit for his age it still took a bit of effort to move her body so that his cock was lined up with her open pussy.He pushed and entered Gabrielle, his mouth reached for hers and once again he felt their lips move in complete unison and not the normal fumble he experience with most other women or more to the point girls since few of his encounters were with women over twenty.Moving deeper into his latest lover, he was savouring each moment, some of the girls were one off encounters some where not but for the first time he feared that after this morning this woman would leave his life and so his hips moved with need and urgency ,the slapping of bodies heard above the shower. Tensing the muscles in her legs as they wrapped around him she helped him get "lined up and then relaxing her legs some she helped him enter her deeper as she purrred softly. She watched his eyes until his lips found hers and they began again to kiss with sheer raw passion and lust. Her legs tensing and relaxing to help him sink deeper into her and pull further from her so that there can be longer strokes for now. John was smiling on the inside, not just because he was getting laid but that his lover was so skilled, anyone got fuck and there was nothing wrong with that, but being a great fuck was something else....and Gabrielle was something else.She had moved her body to allow him to make each thrust longer and thus had power and purpose. His cock now pushed deeper into her body than he'd previously been able to do , his girth pushing hard against her walls creating friction and heightened the senation of being with this woman.Then almost to his horror John felt a tightness, the signal that he was about to release his seed, it was too soon and he fought hard against the urge to come but the harder he fought the more he knew that when the release came it would be complete.....there would be no more fucking for a few hours at least......one of the penalties of growing old. She watched his eyes and saw the look of worry... the twitch she felt too confirmed it. He was about to go long before he wanted to. She then called on 8 years of Gymnastics and testing the top of the glass shower door track and the little window sill and lifting herself up and off of him she smiled to him with a purr. Can't have you going off too soon unless you... Really... wanna go now? Moving her legs from his waist to his shoulders she smirked... She was not sure how long she could hold herself up like this but it would buy him a little time and then they can return to their intense fucking in a moment or two. John was amazed at Gabrielle not even his wife a fantastic lover could do what this woman was now doing and immediately he felt the effects of her repositioning the urge to cum subsided.John had been smiling much of the time sicne this little sex session had begun but if possible his side widened dramtically "Gabrielle I think you are me are going to be good friends"He'd no idea why he said that because it felt limiting in as much as he hoped they would be more than friends but there it was a statement that this morning would not be the last contact.He doubted his son would ever fuck her again he rarely went make to pussy he'd already had, but for John the idea that he might never fuck Gabrielle again was not a happy prospect.Still that fear was pushed aside as he found the confidence in the releif of pressure to start putting power into his hips and the slapping of bodies was clear and loud with each completed thrust... Gabrielle held herself that way for a while before having to move her legs back to a more comfortable location around his waist. Using her arms to back them to the wall for added support she gasped more at his renewed determination and energy. Her long hair falling back along her shoulders guiding the water over her body. One arm wrapping around his neck and shoulders the other bracing herself on the wall so she can better move her hips into each of his thrusts.Really... Friends? She smiled a little at his lack of any other words for them. So sweet and in a strange way so innocent. Clearly he had never had a woman like her before. John found himself lost in this woman and woman she was, this was no teenage girl and even if she was she fucked like an expert.It had been so long since he'd had a woman who knew what she was doing and knew how to get the best form a man.His hips were on automatic his cock pushing deep and hard into her body the urge to cum seemed so far away...friends yeah that would be good but the idea of never having this woman again equally put fear in to his heart and determination.He was going to enjoy every moment of this and he would bloody well make Gabrielle enjoy every moment his cock was in her.Water continued to cascade masking sweat and for long minutes he fucked with all his skill combined with and energy he'd not shown since his twenties.All good things must come to an end and without warning sperm shoot from his cock deep into her womb mixing with her juices and still he fucked her wanting to bring her to another orgasm before his body betrayed him. Feeling him fire off her own body convulsed once from the beginning of her latest orgasm. A Gasp... then another her head tossing back her arms moving to hold tight to him her hips still bucking as she felt her orgasm take over her body wildly. Shaking she tried to regain any form of steady breathing as her breaths for now were ragged and contented.Once her orgasm faded she looked into his eyes as she began to untangle from him and smile. John felt exhausted, if this wasn't to be a one off then he'd have to improve his fitness because this young lady could kill him, which would be a nice way to go but not in his immediate plans.His eyes flicked her body it was everything a horny man could want, but this woman was more than a body , more than a fuck ,there was depth in this woman and it intrigued John.His arm reached out and turned the shower off and his body felt cold for a moment, seconds later he'd handed Gabrielle a thick towel as he began to use one on himself."I want to see you again Gabrielle, perhaps dinner tonight" his eyes shone , he'd just had the most intense experience since his wifes more enthusiastic period in her earlier thirties. Wrapping the towel around herself she smirked a little with a slight chuckle.Doesn't dinner normally come before sex. Yeah I would like that.She dried off and moved to go get her clothes. Glancing back at him.When and where for dinner John? "yeah dinner before sex I'd enjoy that too" John said with a smile as for when and were he hadn't really thought that one out .....it took a few moments and then his smile broadened, a friend part owned Bellamy's one of the best restuarants in the city and one of the busiest ,but said friend owed him a big big favour and the promised repayment had been a table at the restaurant when ever he wanted and free meals for the whole table ....not that John was cheap but at an average two hundred bucks a head he couldn't pass a good thing up."How about Bellamy's seven tonight" he smiled watching her get dressed even that was fucking sexy..." I can pick you up at say 6:30 just tell me where" She looked in her purse and handed him a card for the bar she worked at.Just meet me here unless thats a little too rough a part of town for ya then the gas station just down the road from it.She stood there watching him why did this guy want to see her again? what was up with that? "I'll meet you at the bar I grew up in this neighbourhood " he was surprised she worked there but kept it from from his face " Surprised? " he asked.He lived in one of the better neighbourhoods in town but that had been down to hard work and a taking advantage of any luck that had come his way, he still had old friends there...good peopel just unable to move forward.He reached for his wallet and put the card in it, his own clothes for the morning still on his bed, so lost in watching Gabrielle get dressed that he'd not quite dressed himself."Do you have a car here? if not I can drive you were ever you need to go"...knowing his son he'd made sure whe had brought her car that way he'd not have to deal with her any loonger than he had to...of course this night he'd had to leave early anyway. Yeah a little not too many suits come from that part of town.Shaking her hair out a little she turned again to head out.Yeah my bike is here. So meet ya there at 6:30 then.A couple of her tats seemed to be motorcycle related mixed in with the roses wild animals and barbed wire and guns. David' Rabid' Jones was a giant of a man standing at over 6'6 he was solidly built , not a man to be messed with dispite his obvious middle age and of course wearing the patch of the 'Bladesmen' told all but the most suicidal to leave this man alone.He was sitting in the bar with a whiskey and one of the clubs slappers , the owner was a friend of the club there had been some trouble over the past few days, nothing major just some young punks playing tough.The young girl by his side had her hand on Rabid's leg rubbing his long cock underneath the mans jeans he neither knew nor would care that four shirt years ago she had been runner up in Miss Teen USA now she hoped that one of the prospects would take her for his own , until then she was a club slut...her tale of woe is for another tellingThe bar door opened and in walked a clean cut man in a smart casual suit he looked completely out of place and the first word that entered the minds of most was 'cop' .The man smiled at the young lady behind the bar and moved to walk towards her "JOHN YOU OLD MOTHERFUCKER" a voice boomed outRabid was on the move.He gave his friend a giant bearhug "Good to see you man been a long fucking time...what you doing here "John smiled there was no mistaking David he'd always been a foot taller at school than anyone else "Good to see you bro actually I'm here for her " his head nodded to Gabrielle.Rabid looked at the young lady he knew a few guys who'd fucked her and by reputation she was a hell of a fuck ,he'd never quite gotten around to sampling the goods himself, next time he had the chance he'd give her a footlong deep into her pussy, but he had his fuck for the night."Don't want to keep the lady waiting, fuck me John its good to see you don't fucking be a stranger"John looked at his childhood friend "Oh I'll be around man ,you can be sure of that, good to see you again man " John turned to look at Gabrielle and his smile broadened Anything that made any of the club move that quickly normally had her or the owner moving for weapons as well. She was as tough as most of the males around this place and on more than one occasion had solidly planted even club members against the wall if they were too drunk or too rowdy or dense to understand that some gal they were hitting on was not Club material or property. Rabid chose to ignore that she was tough enough to take just about any of them down if she has to and Club "elders" won't bat an eye at it. She had the attention of one of the "crown princes" of the club but made it more than clear she was NOT as interested in them as they were in her. The owner of the bar normally was worried that she would get herself hurt by one of these prospects when the powers that be were not looking but so far his worries were unnecessary.She smiled as he walked to the bar. Finishing up a couple of drink orders for other club members and then turned to the bar owner.Jack... I'm outta here you got this?The man nodded and then blinked that she was taking off with a suit.Everything alright Gab?Yeah I'm fine Hell Rabid knows him for Christs sake...She motioned one moment to John and headed back into the break room to get her stuff. Walking back out in just a couple of moments she looked over to Rabid.Stay out of trouble and keep the others out of trouble, Jack dang near took Frankies head off before you got here... Literally.Turning to John. We should go to my place so I can change before dinner.Smiling she walked over to him grabbing a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a strong deep rough looking kiss before curling her fingers around the tie and walking towards the door with him in tow. Ryan " The Fist" Hardacre walked up to Rabid as Gabrielle disappearred he'd been a prospect with Bladesmen for just over a year he'd been in the Navy for three years and had been fleet lightweight champion in boxing , he was heavily tattoo'ed his hair unkempt the youngest son of a now deceased and highly respected member he wasn't being given a free ride as such but the truly shit jobs were going to others."Whos the fucken suit with Gab" he asked Rabid.Rabid looked up at Ryan the kid was a few months from being patched "A guy I know, known him for years""Looks like a fag" Ryan said dismissively"Ain't that lad far from it""Fuck this..." Ryan walked to the door and opened it seeing Gab and the fag walking to a rich car he yelled "Hey Gab how about that fuck you promised me " she hadn't promised any such thing and to get between her legs he had to fucking beg...but it was worth it she was a hell of a fuck....but he wasn't going to let some rich prick fuck the bitch. Gabrielle whipped around and walked right back up into his face.Ryan... you really wanna go this pathetic path... You KNOW I can bury you without so much as a blink of an eye from any member of the club. Back off you Ever wanna get anywhere near touching me again... Got it?She was not about to put up with this from a prospect she had pity fucked a couple of times so he could have at least a little cred and her being now having a BIG favor to collect on from his club rep.Go back to your beer and back the fuck off Kid.She stood firm that cold almost dead stare to her eyes that tended to scare most people unsure of what she might do. John didn't hear anything that had passed between Gab and the kid , but he wasn't going to allow his date to be spoken to like she was some cheap whore, as he took the first step the bar door opened Rabid filled the doorframe he looked at his childhood friend and gave a slight hand signal.In the neighbourhood you learnt to survive by understanding danger, what Rabid had told John was the kid was dangerous "Ryan get your arse in here"Ryan turned his head slightly , he had no choice his eyes looked at Gab a mix of lust and malice "I'll make you scream for more next time I fuck you" and with that he turned away. Rabid took his place."Girl one of these days you're going to find yourself in over your head " He looked at his old friend then back to the yong woman..."Enjoy your night with John he's a good guy but he stopped being one of us a long time ago don't forget that , " Rabid smiled before continuing " when you're ready for a real man ,let me know I'd give a lot to get between your pussy" he looked again at John..."I have a slapper inside who can keep John occupied if you like" without waiting for a reply Rabid turned and walked back into the pubJohn walked up to his date "Lets get out of here..were did you say your place was" Walking back over to John she was grumbling. I think I am going to have to pin both of those boneheads to the wall and get it through both their skulls I am not interested and can take both of them out if I have to.My place... yeah lets go.She rattled off the address and if it was where she said then her dad had been a club member back in the day and once she saw that he would realize that she growl.They don't know... save for Jack and the current leader. Thats why I know how to deal with them and know how to fight... You say word one to Rabid about this... She hissed but left it at that. She may not have looked like it but she was the daughter of The only Korean Enforcer the club ever had. He made sure that they didn't know about her except for Jack and a few select others and made there be a blood oath that NONE of them would go after her as club property or anything like that. To ensure that he taught her how to fight... through martial arts and weapons and how to kill if she had to that would look like an accident for the most part.Walking into the place she had lived all her life. John was the few she had ever brought here and quickly got changed. Slipping into a dress. Little black dress kind of deal sealing to her body perfectly slithering over her every curve. She moved to fix her hair and add a little makeup. There was no real way to hide her tattoos not that she wanted to but was worried about the place he was taking her not liking them. Slipping on a pair of heels as well that were more Dominatrix/prostitute than Socialite but it was the best she had.This alright? "Looks great " in truth she looked hot , natural beauty in a stunning outfit, some would look at her and think hooker but he saw one of the sexist women he'd ever met and he'd have thought that even without the benefit of having fucked her earlier in the day.He was tempted to take her again there and then, but there was time for that , it had been a long time since he'd been on a proper date and he wasn't some horny kid like his son thinking with his dick only.they reached his car and drove off leaving his old neighbourhood behind and entered the commercial heart of the city they reached Bellamy's and two valets opened both front doors to his late model BMW, he noticed young eyes follow the form of Gabrielle and his eyes smiled, as he took her hand and walked into Bellamys itselfThe place was large enough to allow privacy for all diners while being small enough that its exclusivity was assured, the Matire D looked at him having quickly swept his eyes over Gabrielle there was a mix of lust, disgust and something else John couldn't put his finger on in the mans eyes."Reynolds " John said coldly"Mr and Mrs ?" the Matire D asked."Thats right" John's voice even colder, the Matire D pursed his lips and then nodded leading them into the restaurant, he noticed a couple of tables occupied by elderly men and half dressed females but mostly normal couples doing a normal thing.They reached their table ,sited in a little enclave for maximum privacy..menus were on the table , there were no prices...if you had to ask..you couldn't afford it, still John was getting this all for free so pricing meant nothing. The wine waiter came and went John ordered a French wine he'd once had while on holiday...in France it was a tenth of the price."So tell me Gabrielle what do those tattoos mean?" some of them had a familar look and he hoped to learn a lot more about his date from the story behind the tattoos ...if this relationship developed beyond a short relationship based around sex he had to learn much more about this wholly intriuging woman. She shook her head... What's all this about... some fancy place and all your curiosity? Fine Some of my tats are just tats some are about family and lost friends and a couple of them are clear message to any of the club that knows them exactly who I am as far as their history goes...Looks like a lot of your fellow social folks don't like my being here. Is that why you did this? Trying to remember your edge Rabid talked about? John was taken back a little, the second time he'd misjudged Gabrielle in less than a day so much for being in control...and being a gentleman. His father would have simply said don't worry about the bitch get her on her back and fuck the shit out of her...but his mum she was a lady and had installed in her oft wayward son a sence that all women deserved to be treated with respect."I'm sorry Gabrielle you're quite right this dinner was my way to help us get to know each other and theres more to you than just tats so please forgive me, as for how others see you does it really matter?, I certainly didn't bring you here to shame you, I came here because I guess I wanted to impress you , I just want to get to know you , theres strenght about you that I've rarely seen and in truth that attracts me as much as anything" he took a deep breath and spoke with sincerity John... I... This... this ain't me... why would you feel the need to impress me... especially after you knew the area I work and live in? I... don't know what to do in places like this and people looking down their noses at me tends to just piss me off and cause fights...Lets just enjoy whatever this place is and whatever you want this to be and get back to real life okay.She smiled at him and stared at some of her tats. She felt like a damn show horse in an auction and was not thrilled about it but could smile her way through it anyways. With no one any the wiser. John let it go , he knew how it would play for Gabrielle, if anything he'd taken her way out of her confort zone too quickly...his wife had done the same taking a rough tough young man and introducing him to a world he didn't feel he belonged to , except he'd learnt their rules and once he had he applied all that he was to excel...he wasn't wealthy in the Bill Gates sense of the word but he was rich and mostly off his own back.A waiter came and took their order then left, John decided to change tack ..."You know I lmost prospected for the Bladesmen , when Rabid decided to I was going to do it with him, I loved bikes , I'm under no illusions as to what they do but for me It was always about the bikes, I tell you the one think I'd love to do travel accross the country on a bike, but I don't want to do it alone" John looked Gabrielle in the eyes "haven't met anyone who's up for it""So do you have an unfulfilled dream" Nope I got my bike I got my job and thats all I need. Why didn't you prospect? Not enough sponsors?She watched the waiter and tensed a little at the look on the mans face. probably some trust fund baby who daddy told to "try a job" to see what the other side has to do. "No" John paused for a moment not wanting to break one of the cardinal rules of dating ...talking about past loves or in this case THE past love. "I had sponsers all right more than enough,my uncle was Doc"Doc was a legend amongst the Bladesmen, one of the original five who formed the club in the aftermath of the second world war...Doc had been a medic with the 82nd airborne but after the war his specialty was inflicting pain , his medical skills knowing all the bodies weaknesses, Doc had been the first President of the club...he'd been killed in a shootout with the Huttites killing six of their number some thirty years earlier."No I met someone who showed me a different world , it was tough some didn't like my choice but in the end they respected it, I can look back now and say it was the right thing to do , but I also know the attraction to the club....you're never alone you always have brothers..now they are just friends...at least the ones of Rabids generation...my generation" John's voice sounded wisful as if for the first time in a long time he realsied what he'd given up in order to have what he now had... So seeing the house let me guess you knew my dad or maybe your uncle did. I remember hearing about Doc.She looked again as it managed to take 3 waiters to bring two plates of food. She clenched her fists under the table and glared as if daring one of them to say something. David Christof watched the three waiters and frowned one of his closest friends was with a date and okay she was dressed like a hooker but who gave a fuck , John wouldn't call this favour in for a whore.The three waiters entered the kitchen "You two are suppose to be dealing with tables 7 thru to 10" he said angrily , sons of his best clients the boys were pricks of the highest order the third was a good kid just turned eighteen and working his arse off in three jobs to save for college "Matt don't get tied into their bullshit"WIth that David walked into the dining area and towards his friend "John good to see you " the men quickly hugged and John introduced Gabrielle , David looked at the girl reading her tats and smilely then he truly caught her eyes and was stunned for a moment, not at the great beauty he sa nor the fire in them but their was no mistaking those eyes.."I knew your father Gabrielle, a good man he helped me a lot when I was first starting out...you have his eyes never forgot those eyes...same drive and passion " and he didn't add ruthlessness and down right shit scary fear they induced."Listen if a couple for my waiters offended I'm truly sorry , young Matthew will be the only one you have to deal with he's a good kid grew up near the old neighbourhood working his butt off to pay for college.."with that David smiled and shook hands with John " Have to catch up properly soon buddy " then he turned to Gabrielle " My dear its been a pleasure meeting you I owed your dad so now I owe you if theres anything you ever need get in contact"John watched his friend head back to the kitchen stop and talk to a waiter who looked barely eighteen, he'd had the look of extreme embarrassment earlier as the other two waiters looked at Gabrielle as if they were waiting to hear a price for a fuck session, he'd seen the third kid look at Gabrielle and there was no mistaking that the boy was in lust but he'd had the decency to show respect unlike the other two.John ate in to his chicken "Nice," he said before adding " David's a good man if you ever need him he'll help you " he looked at the young boy in the shadows near the kitchen waiting for his call and smiled " Seems like we won't have to deal with any more jerks tonight " if he'd known Gabrielle better he might even encourage her to flirt with the boy but he'd misjudged her badly twice he didn't think he'd get away with a third error on the first day....so the suggestion staed locked in his mind She nodded and smiled glad that there were thinks written on his face but left unsaid about her father.Not a problem... a little out of my element here anyways but nice place... Hearing the boys name and that he was from "the old neighborhood" she looked over she knew the kid she had tossed him out of the club a couple of times trying to sneak in with some older boys and smiled.That will be great and I will keep that offer in mind.She looked to John and smiled as she ate. Glancing over to their waiter she motioned him over.Matthew isn't it? Not seen ya trying to sneak into the bar lately... Good especially since the club seems to be in there now more than at their club shop. Don't let those trust fund punks try to boss you around cause of their money... Ain't with the price. Now could you be a dear and grab me a glass of water?She smiled to him sweetly seeming to relax a little with someone slse "from home" there too. Matthew blushed as the young lady mentioned his lame attempts at getting into the club , it wasn't really his sort of thing but he was desparate not to be out of place, he wanted to be liked, needed it and yet luck in that regard had never been his...girls liked tougher guys...richer guys. The few times he'd encountered the lady at the club he'd developed a crush on her but knew like every female that she was unreachable....never to be.He nodded at her request for a glass of water and quickly retreated to the kitchenJohn smiled "Now theres a boy in love" he said half jokingly sencing that a lot of the tension had been removed from this date ...thank you DavidMattew returned quickly with a glass of water, ice cold on a small serving plate , on the plates side a slice of orange , a slice of lime and a slice of lemon sat if the drinker so desired to add a little flavour to the water."Your water miss, Is there anything else you require " he asked sincerely and earnestly, inside he was a mess she was so beautiful, out of league...way out of his league but just ebing around her was intoxicating but still he managed to keep his face and most especially his eyes from giving too much away. Matthew you can call me Gabrielle and relax darlin... you seem rather nervous... relax... I don't bite... much.She couldn't help adding that little joke in there. Trying to get him to calm down and be himself around her. Looking to John she smiled winking.Just ask John here... "Sure Matthew she doesn't bite but do you want to know what she does do?" John said with ab broad smile on his face, the boy was looking more and more nervous, if there had been any doubt that he wanted Gabrielle it was now truly gone."ah...ah.." he looked from the gentleman to Gabrielle and the more he looked at her the more he found himself wishing she was his even for a short time but he had nothing she could want."Take a seat Matthew" John said , Matthew did so it wasn't unheard of but it was unusual to be asked to sit at a guests table, but this was his bosses friendhe figured it would okay this time."So do you know what she's does do and is really good at" John said winking to Gabrielle, he had no holding over his date but even if one day he did and they were for all intends and purposes a couple he would still be open to her fucking other guys as long as she was okay with him fucking other women...the idea that she might fuck this kid had its appeal....he'd heard about charity fucks before and looking at the boy now it was clear if she choose to take him it would be a fuck the kid would never forget. "Tell him Gabrielle" Well that sealed it in her mind what John thought of their being together more than one time... He sure seemed to take her teasing the boy a little far... Maybe after finding out where she worked he did view her as nothing more than a fuck... She had actually thought differently about him till now. She looked to him then to Matthew.So you got a car here or you need a ride back to our neighborhood?She smiled at Matthew as she continued to eat sitting there unsure of how to feel about John or any of his wanting to see her more. Now she was feeling even more out of place and part of her wanted to just get up and walk out but she would be nice for now and hope that John noted the change in her attitude towards him. Matthew bit his lip his teenage mind working quickly coming to a welcome but unlikely conclusion, his eyes flicked over Gabrielle and his cock hardened , he so much wanted to fuck her but also knew that reality would kick in sooner or later...it just wasn't going to happen...he'd die a virgin a conclusion he'd reached each time a girl rejected him."No...ah I was going to bus I can't afford a car" his eyes looked down..no car didn't make a difference when you couldn't get a date, but no car pretty much ensured no second date.John for his part noted Gabrielle was once again pissed with him...she'd fucked two guys she didn't know already today, a slut was more likely to do that than a good girl so what was the problem with him all but suggesting she fuck the kid?Then he realised ...she might be a slut , she might willingly fuck this kid and any number of guys but she wanted to be treated as someone beyond 'sex on legs' she wanted someone to see the depth, the strenght that she had.The very thing that caught his attention even before thay had fucked."Matthew" John said he motioned the boy to lean over ,John spoke for over a minute whispering into the boys ear.Matthew turned and looked at Gabrielle "You stood up to two Bladesmen , wow...I'm sorry I guessed I misjudged you more than I should have, I mean you're very beautiful and all I saw was that, I didn't see the strenght he does" Matthew gestured to John " now I do ...you're a very special woman" the boy said respectfully and then blushed " I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that I overstepped the mark " the eighteen year old made to get up. What I had meant was I could give you a ride to and from here... Really shake up those trust fund punks.She then looked to John...And as for you... one minute you talk like you think I am some deep person you really want to get to know worried our little romp would be a one time deal and then you treat me like that... so which is it one time romp with some whore or you really wanna get to know the person before you pull that crap?No... Lets get through our dinner and we will figure it out later John. The offer still stands Matthew to help ya out sugar... People from our side of town have to stick together. Just like this tat states... Never forget your home... cause it will never forget you. The fact that he'd guessed his error didn't make things easy...he'd fucked up no if's ,buts or maybe's.Matthew had accepted the offer and gratefully thou he seemed concerned that he'd caused the problems of the night, John had assured the boy that the fault was all his own.The meal was great but the atmosphere was cold..Gabrielle seemedmore than pissed and rightly so.Matthew was waiting for them when they reached the front door, he was dressed in jeans a tshirt and a jacket that looked like it had seen a lot of yearsThe drive to Matthew's place was mostly done in silence, the apartment building Matthew lived in was a genuine shit hole...two hookers worked the corner just feet away from the apartment one looked incredibly young in a tiny black dress the other looked old and world weary way too much makeup and most of tits on display, accross the road in a carpark three cars were parked two of which the suspensions were clearly getting a workout next to the apartment front door a man slept in a box he looked impossibly thin and old ...it was a depressing sight one John had grown up with ...one he'd fought hard to get away from"Thanks" Matthew said from the back and got out of the car, his apartment four stories up was spartan a desk, a chair ,a fridge and a bed..his parents had had twins and had kicked him out of the home six months earlier due to a lack of space...the rent took half his wages.Standing outside the car he waved at Gabrielle and John , his faint hope of getting laid tonight seemed to be fainter than ever before. Gabrielle cupped one of his cheeks and kissed his other cheek and handed him one of her cards for the bar.You need a ride to or from work you call me okay... My cell is on there.Smiling to him she winked so far he almost seemed more the gentleman than John but she was on a date and moved back to the car.So now what... my place ain't too far from here... I could walk home if need be. Matthew got into his room and took off his clothes, he'd showered and eaten at work , one of the perks, and he had to be up at five to go to his morning job, sleep however didn't come quickly, he imagined Gabrielle with him having sex with him, sleep only came when fourty minutes later he'd cum for the second time , his dreams dominated by the leggy bartender, she'd fallen in love with him and there were together and all was good in the world."No I'll drive you home" John said he'd hurt Gabby no doubt and deserved to feel like shit ...but it didn't mean he didn't hurt, he'd seen beyond the body ..beyond the great fuck and seen what he'd missed since his wife had died and yet almost every time he'd spoken he'd fucked up.They reached her apartment and he stopped the car a couple of hookers down the road where talking to a driver but no other signs of live could be seen."I'm sorry Gabrielle" he said turning to his date " I really am, I fucked up ,turned this whole date in to a mess..I do see you as more than a great body and incredible lover , I lost sight of that and thats not right or fair..I do want to see you again because I believe theres a chance for both of us to have something more...but I'll understand if you don't want to see me again " John paused "I am sorry" Maybe Rabid was right... He wasn't a part of all this any more... Nah... Rabid's not right about much half the time...We will see what happens... She finally spoke... I don't belong in that world... too short tempered and hot headed like Dad. This place... I know this place I can handle... too much like my dad to handle that world for long and would hate to have you have to talk to cops about me nearly killing somebody over something stupid.She stood there near her door staring at him not sure what beyond that to say or do. John got out of his car and walked to his date " Gabrielle, lesson learnt next date " he smiled " I promise will be local and I 'd really like a next date you choose wherever we go"."So the question is do you want me to go up to your apartment or not" he said it with a confidence he didn't feel she'd be within her rights to tell him to go to hell, but he didn't want that. As deep an individual as she was she was also a fantastic fuck and he'd spent a couple of hours looking at an incredibly hot woman...he was damm horny Sure...She shrugged she really wasn't sure what she thought about that but sure what the hell one of the club members "lived" down the hall with his girlfriend so no worries there. She turned and walked into the building and headed up to her apartment... Her dads old home. Old warehouse long ago turned into fairly big apartments for the area. She liked it not too many people all crowded in together and it was quiet enough.

My Son's Latest Castoff

Cas's sexual adventures

Cas's eyes searched the dimly lit dancefloor of the nightclub searching for a likely candidate for his next lay. He never, or rarely had any problem finding some eager girl to drop her knickers for him. To be honest he was amazed at how easy it was, the longest it had taken him was thirty minutes but that included a twenty minute drive to her place. The shortest? Well, that had to be six minutes from the moment he first set eyes on her to the moment when he was balls deep in her hot, wet, grasping cunt.Then he saw her out of the corner of his eye, his eyes swivelled and fixed on her, staring hard so she would feel she was being watched, Yes, there it was that nervous look around and the twirl of her hair in her fingers, she knew she was being hunted but as yet she didn't know the nature of the beast.As he made his way towards theshapely blondehe wondered if her tits drooped or bounced. He was within striking distance now. putting on his best face and authoritative tone he stepped in front of her,"Dance with me, now, I'm not taking no for an answer."A woman liked a man to take charge. Gwendolyn just wanted a night out after a long day at the office. The young 22 year old blonde liked to dress "sexy" to get attention and possibly a few drinks from guys probably falling all over her even though she was usually more reserved. Tonight she cjose the typical "little black dress" and paired it with 3" black strappy heels to give the short, 5'5 blonde a bit of a boost.A guy stepped in front of her with his "demand ". She rolled her eyes at first wanting to slap him. Then again he seemed unlike the usual unattractive drunks that approached her. This one spoke well and was rather cute. "I'm Gwendolyn sure we can dance I guess you move quick don't you?" She giggled as she looked the man in front of her up and down. Unsurprisingly to Cas the cute blonde rolled her eyes at him when he more or less 'demanded' rather than asked her for a dance, it looked for a moment that she might slap him, which wouldn't have bothered him he would have just rolled with it then pulled her onto the dance floor and made her pay later for the slap. However the slap didn't come as she seemed to change her mind after looking him up and down.'"I'm Gwendolyn, sure we can dance, I guess you move quick don't you?'From that moment Cas had her on his hook, girls didn't give out their names just like that without being asked unless they were interested,"Yeah babe I'm a quick mover, Gwendoline huh? That's a bit of a mouthful, tell you what, I'll call you GEE, how does that sound?"He snaked an arm round her slim waist possessively and led her to the dance floor, on the way he whispered in her ear so she could hear above the loud music "I'm Cas, that's short for,,,,,,,, wait for it, my folks must have been having a laugh, it's Casanova, you know, that Italian guy who was always getting his dick wet."Once out on the dance floor Cas went through all his moves,urging Gee to let herself goWhen they had exhausted themselves they found a booth and ordered two Margaritas. Cas sat close to Gee as they sipped their drinks and casually put his arm across her shoulders and pulled her close to him,"You know it's customary to give the first guy you dance with a kiss don't you Gee?"He murmured quietly in her ear and turned her face towards him and ran his tongue over her painted lips, one hand brushed her breast while the other rested on her thigh, not pushing but enough so she would know it was there."You look real hot Gee, you look good, smell good and I bet you taste good, whaddya say we skip and find somewhere a bit quieter where we can make our own music?" I roll my eyes but then give you a quick peck on the cheek, obviously thinking you're cute and all. "The name is GWENDOLYN or GWEN for short!" I stammer as I take a sip of wine that was complimentary of the house to all there. I giggle abit, showing my girly girl side and say "gotta hand it to you Cas, you got some nice moves out there, come here often or just tonight? You seem like a pretty good dancer. What kind of work you do? Me? I'm a bank executive type." I go to gently move your hand from my thigh but like a boomerang it returns to my thigh. "Dont like crowds Cas?" Since you want to get out of here when you just got here?" I ask inquisitively in regards to tour previous statement. It would be quite an understatement to say that Cas was disappointed to only get a peck on the cheek when he had been hoping for a full on open mouth snog, then she took his hand off her thigh which he promptly put back only this time a good six in inches higher and he squeezed the soft, silky, muscled thigh feeling the warmth of it. Before taking a sip of the complimentary house wine. Gee stammered,'"The name is GWENDOLYN or GWEN for short!She giggled a bit, and saidGotta hand it to you Cas, you got some nice moves out there, come here often or just tonight? You seem like a pretty good dancer. What kind of work you do? Me? I'm a bank executive type. Don't like crowds Cas?" Since you want to get out of here when you just got here?'While Gee was asking all these stupid questions Cas was planning his next move, so when she finally fell silent Cas put his hand behind her head and tangled her hair in his fingers and brought her head round to face him then he pressed his lips to hers' and pushed his tongue between her soft luscious lips forcing her mouth open to allow his tongue access to the warmth of her mouth, he could faintly taste the wine but he was concentrating on making this a kiss that she would want more of.He held the kiss for almost a minute then finally released her and sat back, a large smirk on his face,"THAT'S what I call a kiss, I'm not your favourite uncle ya know."He took a large sip of his wine and carried on,"You ask a hell of a lot of questions don't you? It's got me wondering, do you really want to know or are you so nervous that's all you can think of to say? First off let me put your mind at rest, for the rest of the night I'll call you Gwen, but I reckon at some point you're gonna ask me to call you Gee. You're a pretty good mover yourself Gwen, I'm self taught, rather the moves come naturally but my absolute fave is the horizontal tango,Work? Not if I can help it, but I can strip down and rebuild a motorbike in twenty four hours. No I'm not keen on crowds, I like being alone with someone special like you, whaddya say we go back to my place and chill out?"Cas had made his pitch now he just needed the okay from Gee, sorry, Gwen. Even though I should've slapped you for the forced kiss or the hand returning higher on my thigh, something about you drew me to you. Probably against my better judgment I agree to go back to your place to "chill" as the noise of the music was starting g to get to me. Guess working in a quiet office all day makes one susceptible to loud noise to where they can only handle in short spurts.As we walk you are behind me and my already short tight dress is only about 3" below where my lacy black thing would be revealed. as I walk I can feel your eyes on my butt and so I provocatively swing my hips with each step, feeling rather naughty, teasing you.' Giggling a bit as I do as I'm not normally this way. Cas let Gwen lead as they walked to his car and had his eyes firmly fixed on her tight little ass where her dress was short and tight enough to stretch the material over her little round cheeks letting him catch little glimpses of her tiny black g-string. The further they walked the more pronounced her wiggle became and when he said "I'm right behind you Gwen." and ran his hand over the outline of her ass she giggled, he took that as a sign that she wanted to play so he lost no time settling her in the passenger seat and buckling her in."Won't be long now then perhaps you'll let those gorgeous girls out to play." he put his hand into her cleavage and licked his lips.His apartment was in darkness when he opened the door apart from the moon shining through the window, once they were both in he pinned her up against the wall and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms so the front became loose and her soft plump tits tumbled out. He latched his mouth onto one dark nipple and sucked it to full erection and mumbled,"You've got great tits Gwen, I'm gonna play with them a lot tonight."He reached behind her and flicked the lights on to show one wall of his apartment covered in picture frames with a letter of the alphabet underneath each one, in some of the frames there was a pair of panties in different styles and colours. Rather proudly Cas explained,"I have difficulty remembering names so I use their initials instead, I keep their panties when they leave and have them framed, A is for Alice, B is Babs, no C yet, D is Dionne, no F, E is Evelyn, you will be G for Gwen, a place of honour on my wall of shame, one day I aim to have every letter of the alphabet filled. I hope you are looking to have your panties hanging up there. It so happens I don't have any black thongs yet"Cas then went to the cocktail bar along one side of the apartment and poured himself a drink,"You having one Gwen? It'll help you relax and enjoy yourself." Pulling my thin dress straps back in place as my mind comprehends, or tries to comprehend what just happened with thee groping session and also taken aback by the whole letter wall thing. Partially disgusted by the chauvinistic display, but oddly enough psrtially impressed by the difference of it all and your bravado. Stammering a bit to get my words going again I say "sure cas nothing heavy though I like the lighter fun drinks like screwdrivers or Alabama slammer, so one of those would be good." My eyes darting around your surroundings taking it all in unsure if I should split or make the most of it and just have fun since the week is all uptight office dealings. I walk over to you by the bar and await my drink. Cas watched Gwen as he went to the bar and to his dismay saw her put her lovely soft girls back in her dress but he wasn't about to give up yet,'You having one Gwen? It'll help you relax and enjoy yourself.'He gave a sigh of relief when she asked for a Screwdriver or an Alabama Slammer, well, she was certainly gonna get screwed tonight. He was a self taught mixologist and made sure the alcohol he had was all top quality so he took the bottle of 80% proof Southern Comfort and the top grade Sloe Gin and mixed her an Alabama Slammer putting in a double of the Comfort and the gin to relax her a bit more, he didn't want her to pass out drunk though, he wanted her wide awake and screaming when he fucked her. She walked over to him still with that cute wiggle of her ass and took the drink from him.'You need to relax more sweet cheeks, whaddya think I'm gonna do? Jump on you and drag you screaming blue murder to my bed? Nah, tempting as it is I want you to scream blue murder 'cos I'm NOT dragging you in there, you're gonna be pleading with me to put your thong up there on that wall."He took her drink from her and led her to a deep seated couch and sat down after putting their drinks on the coffee table, he held her hand and pulled her down to sit across his knees so that she couldn't help but show a lot of pale white creamy thigh. With his arm around her slim waist he used his other hand to turn her face towards him, his breath was hot as he spoke, his lips just brushing her's,"How about a kiss to say thanks for the drink? Who knows, you might be wanting more than that later."His free hand curled round the back of Gwen's head and held her head still as he pressed his lips to her's and his tongue pushed its way between her lips and past her teeth and danced lightly on her tongue, while he removed his hand from her waist and rested the palm of his hand halfway up the inside of her thigh. His pants growing tighter by the second." Maybe it was the alcohol talking but I was feeling more at ease as ingivvlsd a bit like school girl at his hand on my thigh. Mybeyes grew big as we kissed. As we broke the kiss I exclaim "well well Cas you're a hell of a kisser". With that I slip one strap down just slightly off the shoulder giving you a teasing glimpse. "Anywhere else you think thst may need a kiss?" I say playfully. The words don't come out super smooth so you can tell I'm not normally like this ,but the drink you poured is definitely loosening my inhibitions. I even slightly part my toned smooth legs ever so slightly as I sit n your lap,, across your knees. The kiss seemed to go on forever but in the end he had to break it off through lack of oxygen but Gwen exclaimed,'well, well, Cas you're a hell of a kisser.Then she slipped one thin strap of her dress off her shoulder and whispered playfully,Anywhere else you think that may need a kiss?It was nothing if not encouraging as she allowed a large portion of one of her boobs to come into view and she had not removed his hand from her thigh and had actually opened her legs slightly more to give him more access to his destination so he slowly slid his hand higher, feeling her soft silky skin glide under his hand. Cas bent his head so he could lick the soft smooth flesh of her upper boob, leaving a wet trail of saliva all over the silky smooth skin, becoming bolder, his tongue pushed her dress down further so her nipple was exposed and he flicked it with his wet tongue his cock becoming harder as it swelled to a hard point."I think that you want me to lick you all over hun but that darned dress is in the way,why don't you slip out of it while I fix us another drink?"Before he got up his fingertips poked at the thong covering her pussy and felt the heat coming from her as he pushed the material into her slit."You're right I'm a damned good kisser but I'm an even better fucker, you wanna find out?"He ambled over to the bar again and mixed two more drinks making Gwen's much weaker this time, he wanted her wide awake when he fucked her. He took the drinks back to the couch and stood holding them,"You wanna drink them here or shall we go straight to bed?" I slip out of the dress and stand by the bar in just my black lace thong and heels. Red faced at my exposure, but "letting go" a bit Fer the office all day felt kind of invigorating. "Whats the rush enjoy the view" I giggle as i look downward signaling I mean my body as "the view". I then step over to you and rub my body against you and say "you are a smooth one Cas. You want MY panties on your way come and get em" I say as I wink while taking a sip as I playfuly toss the challenge your way. Gwen agreed to his suggestion just as he hoped she would and slipped off her dress as Cas was mixing the drinks and although she was blushing as she stood naked all but her lacy black thong and heels she didn't try to hide her body from him and practically invited him to look,'Whats the rush? Enjoy the view?'Accompanied by a self conscious giggle as she looked down at her almost naked body, and look he did. He took in a short sharp breath as he looked, she was spectacular, tight, firm well, rounded perky tits, around 32B or C he guessed, tipped with delicious looking, ripe and juicy, pink nipples, her flat belly and slim waist, flared hips giving her that hour glass figure, although she wasn't very tall her toned shapely legs appeared to be long and at the apex of her thighs his eyes were drawn to the cute slit that separated her thighs. Cas licked his lips as Gwen ambled over to him and slowly rubbed her body suggestively against him and winked playfully, throwing down a challenge that he couldn't refuse,'You are a smooth one Cas. You want MY panties on your way come and get 'em'He took one of her hands and lifted it above her head and muttered huskily."Gimme a twirl first babe I wanna see that tight round ass, if it's as spectacular as the front view you're on."He spun her round slowly taking a long look at her tight heart shaped ass and then back round to face him and pulled her tight to him, one hand between the two of them and covering her mound with the palm of his hand the other sliding down the back of her thong and taking a handful of her firm round ass,"BED" He ordered firmly and walked over to the bed and pushed her down and back until she was flat on her back where he lifted both of her legs up in the air and hooked his fingers into the string of her thong and pulled it down along her legs until it was justhanging off one ankle."Hold your ankles for me Gwen I'm just gonna make sure you're nicely wet and slippery then you can take a look at what you're getting in exchange for your thong." I hold them out and up showing off my toned thighs. My heart racing as I am not normally like this with someone I just met, but something in your style and bravado draws my naive self to to you like a moth to a flame. I can tell by your expression you very much like the sight of my totally bald pussy just inches from you. I gently rub my breasts as the atmosphere in the room is a buzz with sexual tension and it has been quite some time since my body has gotten any attention other then from myself. "Well Cas gonna just stare at it or do something silly?" I giggle as my breasts rise and fall in anticipation of your next move. Without a moment's hesitation Gwen held her legs up and spread so Cas could have a good view of her silky soft, wet treasure. He took his time with a big smile on his face as she lay there open for him to look and appreciate, she showed him that he needn't hold back now as she played with her bouncy tits, pressing them together and pulling on her swollen nipples, stretching them out before letting them go and they sprang back into place. It was strange as he had imagined her as rather reserved and thought that he would have had to work harder to get her into his bed but now it seemed she couldn't wait for him to fill her tight pink pussy with his cock. Rather cheekily she asked with a giggle,'Well Cas gonna just stare at it or do something silly?'Knowing that Gwen was ripe and ready to be taken he decided to play along for a bit and play dumb,"Don't rush me babe, just let me look for a while, what do you think I should do? Kiss you again?"He let his eyes wander down to her hot eager hole and pushed her legs further apart, opening up her sweet hole that was now leaking with anticipation."Mebbe I should kiss your hot little cunt, french kiss it, push my tongue right inside you, you reckon that's what I should do? Would you like that?"Teasingly he placed tiny butterfly kisses along the inside of her thighs from the knee moving closer and closer to Gwen's wet, pink haven. As he moved nearer he unzipped himself and without letting Gwen see he pulled out his throbbing rod with the full intention of giving it to her before she said it was too big. "What the?! Oh MY Go..God ahhh!" I gasp as I feel you slide up inside me. I didn't see your cock so I had NO warning on the size. I bite my lower lip and give death grip to the sheets as my breathing intensifies adjusting,or trying g to adjust to the size of the object in my tight pussy."HOLY hell your big! Gonna hit my dang cervix I think!" My breathing slows back down as I arch my back to get used to the size of your cock stretching me as mybeyes grow big in amazement of the unexpected surprise. 'What the?! Oh MY Go..God ahhh!'Gwen gasped in surprise as Cas slid into her hot pussy, from his position looking down at her he could see her biting her lower lip and clutching at the sheets,"What's the matter Gwen, you want more? I'm not even halfway in yet, just be patient."Cas paused to let her tight pink hole adjust and stretch to mould itself around his thick shaft. It wasn't just thick though, it was as thick as his wrist with a large bulbous head, and hard, hard with the expectation of fucking this gorgeous Gwen all night long, maybe he could persuade her to stay for a couple of days.'HOLY hell your big! Gonna hit my dang cervix I think!' she gasped again as she arched her back and let him slide another couple of inches into her."AWW Gwen, you're exaggerating aren't you? Reach down and you'll find there's at least another three inches to go."He didn't want her to be frightened by the size so he refrained from pushing more into her for the moment and just moved slowly in and out letting the walls of her pussy slide over his veined shaft, feeling every contour of it. As he stood between her legs working his cock in and out he used his thumb to rub around around her clitoris slowly drawing the little pearl like nub of flesh into the open."See, the little baby wants to play, we mustn't disappoint her must we?"Cas grinned and pulled his cock from her stretched pussy and leaned forward and licked from her little dark star, along her slit and sucked her clit into his mouth and gently chewed on the hard little button at the same time he kept his eyes on Gwen's surprised face, looking for any sign that she really wanted this. He was arrogant and so full of himself but he wasn't a rapist, if Gwen told him to stop he would, apologise and send her home, if however she didn't she was in for a long night of fucking. Teasingly i say "want my thong Cas? Gotta screw me into submission!" I say with a semi nervous giggle. May be fighting above my weight I think to myself as you ARE pretty confident and all but egging you on nonetheless. "You're a good kisser i want more. Get those lips back up here and that dick back inside me sexy". My eyes light up at the playful banter as I see a smirk come across your face as I guide your hands to my breasts which seem to fit like a glove in your hands. Cas looked up after releasing Gwen's hard pink clit and saw looking down with a sly, dirty smile on her face, so she wanted everything he was going to give her. She confirmed it as she teased him,'Want my thong Cas? Gotta screw me into submission!' She giggled nervously but still egging him on as she placed his hands on both tits, her nipples like little pebbles.'You're a good kisser i want more. Get those lips back up here and that dick back inside me sexy.'Cas smirked at her eagerness to have his dick banging her tight wet pussy again and decided to do some teasing of his own,"I've got a better use for that dirty mouth of yours, we've got all night to fuck so let's play a little."He stood up and at the same time pushed Gwen down onto her knees,"Head back, mouth open, let's give you something to suck on,"He picked up her thong and poked it into her wide open mouth until it was like a ball in her mouth then he pushed his cock between her lips and began rocking her head backwards and forwards, fucking her mouth and pushing the soaking wet thong further into her throat until she started to gag and drool seeped out of the corners of her mouth."Just let me know when you want me to cum babe." He sneered at her. My eyes water a bit as I gag slightly from my thong in my mouth as your cock shoves it in like a gag, fully overstuffed my mouth. I tap your thigh hoping to tell you to get my thong out of my mouth. Instead you cum and I gag as you do, swallowing some of your warm cum thst got past my underwear.You withdraw your cock and my cum soaked thong is on the tip of your still HARD cock like a flag of surrender on a flagpole. I pull them off and drop them to the floor. Then wide eyed and amazed at your stamina I slowly take your thick member back into my mouth and suck again, luxkibg up and down your shift showing an innocent playful side to see how much teasing you can withstand. Gwen's eyes began to water as Cas fucked her pretty little mouth, she was trying to breathe through her thong that was being pushed down her throat without much success, the combination of the ball of material and his pumping cock proving too much but when she tapped him on the thigh he took it to mean that she was ready for his cum shot so he let her have it full blast. soaking the ball of of her thong in his hot sticky cum but some got past it and Gwen swallowed it as it had nowhere else to go. He gave her three long blasts of cum then pulled out with her thong wrapped around his cockhead like a flag of surrender. To Cas's delight she didn't complain at all but just removed her thong from his cock and popped his cock back in her mouth, sliding her wet tongue teasingly along the shaft and then sucking his balls one by one all with a playful teasing look on her face."You know what Gwen, you never cease to amaze me, when I first picked you up I thought it was gonna be real hard work getting you into bed but look at you now you can't get enough so if I were you I'd let go of my cock 'cos I've got a whole load of hot cum to dump in your hot, pretty twat."He smiled as he pulled her head off his cock by her hair and pushed her face down on the bed."Arms out in front of you, head down ass up." He told her how he wanted her and when after a couple of adjustments she was ready, he stood behind her and held his cock in his hand lining it up with her wet, glistening, pink hole. At first he didn't attempt to penetrate her, he teased her by holding her hips and sliding his shaft along her smooth pussy lips and tapping the head on her protruding clit. he leaned over her and jiggled her tits and bragged."I do hope you'll be ok staying out all night 'cos you're not going anywhere until you walk bowlegged." Looking forward to the next instalment! Thinking I got in over my head after the "walk bow legged" comment i try to say " ummm think i should get going now" my "protest" was half hearted as I kind of tried to get up but to no avail as your cock pressed against me pinned mecdoqn and your hands engulfed my small but perky chest. Something about how your hands fit my breasts turned me in somewhat fierce as my small pink nipples began to stiffen like little pencil erasers as your big frame easily manipulated my petite frame like a puppeteer moving it to your whim. Gwen began to say that she should be going but Cas wasn't having that as he reached around her and grasped each of her swaying tits in his hands, they were the perfect size just filling his hands. He held her face down with his weight and rammed his thick, hard meat into her slick, slippery hole, pushing deep and hard inside her, the harder he fucked her the more she pushed back onto him and her cunt walls gripped his shaft like eeeea sheath. His breathing became ragged and he was breathing hard almost grunting like an animal rutting."Gngggggh, yeeeeeahhh, unh, unh, gnnaaaaaahhhh."His balls were almost bursting with cum as they slapped against the hard pink button of her clit and he began to gush his cum into her, spurt after hot, creamy spurt. His fingers squeezed her eraser size nipples and he brought his hands back to slap her tight round ass as though playing bongo drums. Eventually he was dry and he pulled out and stepped back to watch his cum dripping slowly from her stretched hole, every so often it would bubble out and the bubbles burst to slip slowly down the inside of her slick thighs like a slow moving snail trail."You had enough babe? Just wait there I'll have something to show you in a couple of minutes."Cas returned a couple of minutes later and showed her the picture frame with her wet thong neatly pinned in place in the centre of the frame."I'm just gonna hang it in place along with the others, maybe when I've got the full set I'll invite you all back along with some buddies for a fuckfest. Don't call me, I'll call you."He tossed Gwen her dress and showed her the door and left her to get dressed out in the corridor. Inside, Cas was already making plans for the next one,,,,,,,,,,,,,, there was thiswaitress chickthat worked tables in the local sports bar, he remembered how her tits bounced when she rushed around and her uniform top fell open when she poured his beer. Gwendolyn tossed her dress on quickly. Partially upset Bout being tossed out so quick but an amazing taboo encounter was hot she thought she may take him up on his offer to come back at a later date as she left.Meanwhile at the pub Shelly Styles was working her shift. She had a very bubbly personality which, along with the attire she had to wear, garnered her alotbof tips. Most of the guys were lame and gave the Cheesiest pick up lines . She hoped for someone different that had interesting convo to make her shifts go by quicker. When he heard Gwen slam the door on her way out, no doubt pissed at being thrown out at a moment's notice, Cas lay back on the bed and tossed one off replaying in his mind everything that he and *G* had got up to during the night, yep it had been a good night. He looked at her framed thong on the trophy wall along with the others and decided that tonight he would have another stab at getting Shelley, the brunette waitress from the Sports Bar, to donate her panties to his collection, he had tried before but she had turned him down despite him telling her she didn't know what she was missing.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The big game was on the big screen, Tigers v Indians, and promised to draw a big crowd so Cas got there early and found a seat in the area that Sally was working so that he would have a chance to talk her into coming back to his place when she finished her shift. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, she wasn't that sort of girl, but then, neither had Gwen been that sort of girl until he had persuaded her otherwise.Shelley had been busy moving back and forth among the crowd bringing the other guys there their beers and fending off their cheesy pick up lines. Cas wasn't one to beat about the bush though and always gave the broadest of hints as to what he wanted so when he got the chance and Shelley had a couple of minutes to spare he made his initial pitch. He called her over and when she stood beside him and asked her usual question'What would you like?'He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her slim waist and pulled her down onto his lap making sure that she could feel what she was sitting on."You mean you don't know what I'd like? Just like those guys on the screen I'm wanting to score a home run."Just at that moment one of Tigers' batters hit a home run and the bar went crazy,"We can score together babe, in private of course, back at my place."His hand slid up from her waist and just cupped one quivering tit in his hand."You don't have to make up your mind now, just let me know before you finish your shift." I flash youba playful grin, but me being a waitress you're not sure how to take that, figuring i flash that smile all the time for bigger tips. I remove your hand and say "ill check on you in few hun got other customers to attend to". With that playing hardball was something you were not used to and at least for now seemingly I had shot you down. As the place began to fill up more. You knew you had at least another crack or two before the end of Shelly's shift. Cas was disappointed that Shelley didn't fall for his line and instead removed his hand from her tit as he began to squeeze it and shot him down in flames once again and as always with a smile on her face,'I'll check on you in few hun got other customers to attend to.'As she sauntered away Cas landed the palm of his hand on her well rounded rear that stung his hand, he called after her,"Make sure ya get back t'me, ya hear? Ya don't know what ya missin'. The night is still young."He was salivating as he watched her swing her hips as she swerved through the the tables avoiding other groping hands. His only thought beingGod, I want that incredible ass bucking under me tonight, guess I'll just have to work harder.Playing a waiting game he settled down and watched the game, occasionally looking for Shelley, checking that she hadn't hooked up with some loser. Most of the crowd was taken care of, giving Shelly a rare break in the action. Shelly comes back over to Cas' table and with her usual friendly smile asked "Got everything ua need hun? Can I get you anything else?" She was of course referring to food or drink, but in the business of the night she didn't realize the softball she just served up to him with that question. She knew he was a charmer and cute but until now never gave in. Woukd Cas continue or give up as she asked Cas how the game was going, making small talk, the key to her bigger tips. As the early evening rush slowed Cas looked around to where Shelley was and spotted her heading for his table, he smirked when she gave her customary smile and said,'Got everything u need hun? Can I get you anything else?'He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap so she would feel the boner in his pants and replied cheekily,"Just can't keep away can you? You come all the way over here to ask me what I want when you know darn well I'm wanting the same as you, some private time together and getting all handsy with each other. So what time do you finish so I can see you get home safe? Ya know nothin' bad will happen if you're with me,"He nuzzled his face between her tits and murmured suggestively,"Unless you wanna be a bad girl,"He cocked his head to one side waiting for an answer. "Maybe another time why don't you go be her hero" Shelly says as she gets up and heads to kitchen.Meanwhile the table she had pointed to was where Faith Lutz, a mid 20 something rubenesque, thicker than some girls but curves in all the right places, w/ long hair dirty blonde( 5'9 about 150,38C chest) was in the following cute attire. at the a table having a slight argument with her date. He gets up and abruptly storms out. Faith gazes up at the tv screens with the games then down with a sad look as she munches on a mozzarella stick. Gazing around at the other couples and groups of friends all happy and having fun Cas was a bit pissed at Shelley for refusing to play ball with him but at least she hadn't given him a definite *NO*, like forever and she had given him the heads up on the statuesque blonde who sat arguing with her boyfriend who then stormed out leaving her all alone. Shelley had said her name was Faith hadn't she? That was always a good starting point, being personal from the start could lead to being very personal later. From a distance Cas thought she wasn't really his type, she was packing a few extra pounds but as he looked closer some of those pounds were in all the right places, nice firm looking tits, chubby round ass and good strong thighs.'Yep, I could go for that if there's nothing better available'He thought to himself as he got up and ambled over to where Faith sat staring into space."Ah wudn't waste mah time crying over that loser Faith. Lucky for you Ahm at a loose end tonight so if ya want some company here I am,"Without waiting for an affirmation as whether he was welcome or not he pulled up a chair and sat facing her his hands resting on her knees, he leaned forward and said softly,"Ya gonna tell me what ya were arguing about? Let me guess, it was something to do with sex wasn't it? Probably 'cos he wanted to take you outside and have you up against the wall but you're far too classy for that ain't ya? I'm betting you like it in a nice comfy bed so after you've been stuffed full of cum you can just relax, am I right?"He gave her his best smile and added,"I reckon you have a great rack under that dress, are you wearing a bra?"He gripped the neckline of her dress and pulled it down so he could see her nipples,"No, no bra, that's good babe."All this was intentional, meant to make her flustered and making rash decisions,"Come back to my place, I make great coffee." As he complimented her full 38C chest, she was shocked at this strangers bold move. She should of yelled out but her emotions already all over the place from her date walking out on her. She flashed Cas her right hand showing a purity ring signifying she was still a virgin."Argument was not sex just him being a jerk is all" Faith stammered. Unbeknownst to them both a loose thread of her sweater dress was caught in a ring that Cas wore. Faith tried to at least make small talk. She was shocked and secretly turned on when Cas again pulled her top out to peer down it like this was an ordinary action for him . Cas was really taken with the full, round, fleshy tits that Faith had hidden under her stretchy dress and kept his hand on the neckline with the intention of taking another peek, but Faith stammered out,'Argument was not sex just him being a jerk is all'She held up her hand to show him her purity ring, Cas shuddered as though he was a vampire being faced with a cross,"Nice enough I suppose but it does cramp your style you know, guys see that and most run a mile 'cos they think there's no chance of making even second base with you, me though, I'm different, I aim for a home run every time, I'm a pretty big hitter and I love a homer."Cas tugged at her dress again and pulled it down again feasting his eyes on her fat, round, juicy tits and pretty pink pointed nipples. He licked his lips in anticipation of getting his hands on them and his cock between them. A whole minute went by as he stared at them before he pulled the neckline back up again and grinned at her,"As I said before babe, that's a great rack you have there."He dropped his hands to his knees and then chuckled,"We, or rather you have a problem Houston."In explanation he held his hand up and on one hand was a flashy chunky ring but caught up on it was a loose thread from her dress, when he moved his hand the thread went taut and a row of the synthetic wool rippled out of the dress and her hemline was disappearing, getting higher and higher, showing more and more of her long smooth legs, it was only a matter of time before the whole dress deteriorated and fell apart."There's only one thing for it babe, ya gotta come back to my place, it's just around the corner, if ya stay here ya gonna be flashing a whole lot more than a smile. While you're there we can see about making that ring of yours redundant."Cas called Shelley over and asked if she had a coat in lost property that Faith could wear, explaining,"She's had a wardrobe malfunction and I don't want her showing everything to this lecherous lot in here"Cheekily he added,"You could always distract them and put on a show yourself while we sneak out." Faith reluctantly goes out to the parking lot with Cas before more of her is exposed. The sweater dress about 1" below her pussy area as they leave quickly. Once out in the parking lot, faith quickly unlocks a door to a high end SUV and is about to get in when she stops and thanks Cas for getting her out quickly. Just then a gleam can be seen at the hem of Faith's dress and Cas flips it up to reveal lacy boy shorts with mini diamonds in them."Hey now what are you doing?" Faith stammers. Even though she protests she does not head to her fancy car. Out of shock? Or does faith secretly wanna get exposed like when Cas peered down her dress in the restaurant at her firm 38C chest? Shelley found a short coat for Faith to wear on her way out, it wasn't long enough to cover her long legs as the dress was now even shorter and hardly covered anything of interest but Cas gave her the confidence to actually stand and walk out with him, he walked close behind her to prevent anyone leering at her ass, it also gave him the chance to smooth his hand over her tight slightly chubby ass on the pretext of guiding her.Once outside in the parking lot Faith operated the remote key for her car and a baby blue, high end SUV' began blinking in response. Faith turned to him, opening her mouth to thank him for getting her out safely but before she could speak Cas flipped up the hem of her dress which was now only about an inch below embarrassment level. As he looked at her lacy boy shorts the light from the floodlights around the parking lot caught a sparkle on her panties, he looked closer and dotted around the shorts were several mini diamonds.'Hey now what are you doing?' Faith stammered, blushing but not stopping him from ogling her."You weren't thinking of going off and leaving your hero for the night were you? In all the fairy tales the damsel in distress always gives the hero a kiss at the very least and more often than not she offers him any reward he wants.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"He slid his hand between her legs and cups her sex, his middle finger pushing the material of her boy shorts against her slit and rubbing it up and down against her clit,"Guess what I want Faith,,," He leaned in closer whispering in her ear and then nibbling on her ear lobe, "Anyway I can't leave unless you want me to take your dress with me." He showed her the strand of her dress still caught on his ring. He pushed his finger right into her pussy along with the crotch of her boy shorts and pulled her to him so they were standing face to face feeling the heat coming off her body, her full heavy tits pressed against him. He whispered again in her ear, his voice soft and beguiling"You're going to give me what I want aren't you Faith?"" "Just a drink and talk away from the crowd" Faith says trying to keep her hardball mentality up even though Cas had a smoothness about him. He cut the thread of her dress so they could drive separately to his place. Once they got in to his place, lights barely on, she couldn't see much. She walked in and stood by a wall and since her dress with the unraveled thread was showing her panties now, the diamonds on them flickered in the low light. Faith breathing increased her full breasts heaved up and down under the off the shoulder dress. "Well gonna turn on a light hun?" She asked with a nervous chuckle wondering his next move. Faith agreed to follow Cas back to his place making the proviso,'Just a drink and talk away from the crowd.'"Sure babe, just a drink and talk," he hid the smirk on his face as he had no intention of just talking, once she was inside she was done for, no escape without him getting what he wanted. He had to cut the strand that was causing her dress to unravel so they were no longer connected but he wasn't too concerned about that, it had served its purpose. Faith followed him to his apartment and trotted into the darkened apartment and stood against the wall with just a dim sidelight on. He grinned as he saw how much her dress had shortened, just enough left to just cover her pussy. When she asked with a rather nervous chuckle,'Well gonna turn on a light hun?'He replied with a predatory leer on his face,"No babe, the only thing I intend turning on isYOU, first things first, you owe your knight in shining armour a kiss don't you?"Cas moved in on her quickly so she was trapped against the wall, his large hands slid down her arms taking the top of her dress with them so her arms were trapped and her firm large tits hung over the top, her little pink nipples crinkling at the exposure to the cooler air of the room. Faith's tits were too big even for his large hands as he kneaded them like bread dough, caressing her nipples with his thumbs. One hand left her tits and he grasped her jaw, tilting her face up to him and squeezing so her mouth formed a pouting 'O', his tongue flickered out to wet her lips then pushed between them searching for her tongue. His other hand slid over her belly and into the waist of her boy shorts and he stroked her mons with his fingertips and ran gentle circles around her clit before pushing down and parting her pussy lips with two fingers and pushing against her entrance.He murmured softly into her mouth,"I told you before you have a great pair of tits Faith, does your pussy live up to them? The panties are cute but you should really be without them so are you going to take them off or do you want me to do it?"He pushed his two fingers deeper inside her warm channel and pulled her closer to him so she could feel the heat of his cock against her belly. "Hey now just a drink I said" Faith told him. Bteathing hard from his touches. Her thick but toned thighs rubbed tougher as she tried to compose herself in a futile effort to not let herself be turned on, not sure if this was the one to give her virginity up to. Faith managed to get one arm unwrapped, she lind of made a motion to push his hand off her, but it just went to the wall fo steady herself. Her mind conflicted, not planning to give her innocence up to a stranger, but there was something super smooth about how this stranger operated, making what should be SO wrong feel So right. Cas would be the first to admit it, he would fuck practically any female with a pulse but he had one rule, if they said no and meant it he wouldn't force them but that didn't mean he wouldn't try and persuade them to change their mind.He had Faith pinned against the wall in that place where she didn't know what she wanted.'Hey now just a drink I said.'Her protest was weak and his fingers were slick with her juices ashe fingered her, pumping his fingers slowly in and out, stimulating her clit with his thumb, her breathing was heavy, almost panting."Time enough for a drink later babe but right now there's more pressing business that needs to be taken care of."Cas's free hand cupped one of her tits that was pressed against his chest and he lifted the heavy tit so his wet tongue could circle her hard pink nipple and he half grinned as he blew on the wet tit button and the nipple swelled in response."You like that huh?" Faith managed to free one of her arms and tried to push him away but only succeeded in steadying herself, a more forceful thrust of his fingers into her hot channel forced a startled gasp from her lips. Then his hands lifted her dress over her head and she was naked except for her sparkly boy shorts."You don't really want me to stop do you Faith? Just say the word and I'll take care of that problem you have. Look at it this way, your as horny as hell, I'm as horny as hell and I know what to do to make it really good for your first time rather than some guy who doesn't have a clue. If you wanna do it that's the door to my bedroom over there."He let her go and waited to see what she would do, he didn't want to be turned down twice in one night. Faith looks over and sees a large sofa, breathing hard passion ratcheted up. She was not normally this type and Cas could see her conflicted eyes but also her dime sized pink nipples on her full chest rock hard. She pulls him toward her and kisses him deep as she walks backward as they kiss. They fall onto the large sofa. Faith breaks the kiss and says "wait maybe things are going too fast." Yet faith didn't get up from the sofa and seemed fixated on the large bulge in Cas' pants. Then softly Faith Lutz said "be my first please". Cas didn't have to wait long before Faith made the choice that he expected her to make, she was still unsure, he could see the uncertainty in her eyes but her rock hard nipples showed that she was so close to giving up her virginity, suddenly she pulled him to her and her lips met his in a deep passionate kiss. His tongue invaded her hot warm mouth as he sucked on her bottom lip drawing out the kiss into a long moment of bliss, his hands unzipped his pants as they kissed and his cock sprang out, jutting out and digging into her belly as they moved together to the big couch in the lounge, he didn't care that it wasn't his bed, that would come later. They fell onto the couch with Cas on top, pinning her down, her fabulous tits squashed against his chest. Then Faith seemed to lose her nerve and broke the kiss and made the lame excuse,'Wait, maybe things are going too fast.'Cas didn't say a word he stood up and waved his cock in front of her eyes like a sword, watching as her eyes followed it arcing through the air, then he spoke,"Beautiful isn't it? It'll feel soooo good inside your hot sweet cunt."Faith weakened again smiled weakly and softly breathed,'Be my first please!'Cas smiled back, triumph in his eyes,"Good choice Faith, you're gonna remember the next few hours for the rest of your life especially the next half an hour. You only get one shot at losing your virginity so it's gotta be special, with the right guy who knows what he's doing and believe me I know what I'm doing. Take a look at that wall with the picture frames on, those panties all belong to girls that I've helped out in one way or another, no charge except for the donation of their panties, yours will up there alongside them tomorrow."So saying he lifted Faith's ankles and expertly slid her panties down her legs and over her feet then he pushed her back to lay in the couch with her legs wide open, her pussy glistened wetly as he took his time staring at her tight pink hole and he licked his lips,"That's one gorgeous cunt Faith, I bet it tastes as good as it looks. Talking of taste you haven't tasted my cock yet, don't worry,,,, you will,,,, later."Wasting no more time he knelt between her legs andhis tongue got to work Faith breathed heavy now caught off guard by the feeling of Cas ' tongue on her most of intimate of areas. She arched her back and softly moaned "wow that feeks...mmmm. amaz...mmmmm . Amazing you are quite good i see". Faith rubbed her full firm breasts as she gently placed a hand on Cas ' head almost in an effort to feed him more of her virgin pussy as the other hand gripped the sofa to steady herself as she was not totally sure about this but little by little she wanted his cock to pop her cherry as her breathing became more labored and began to writhe ever so slightly under his talented tongue. It only took a few moments and Faith was panting like a greyhound, Cas's tongue drove into her soft wet entrance and he vibrated his lips on her clit,BRRRRRRRR. Immediately her hand was on his head pulling him in closer wanting more and singing his praises,'Wow that feeLs...mmmm. amaz...mmmmm . Amazing you are quite good I see'Cas paused for a moment and lifted his head up to tell her, noting that she was playing with her tits herself."QUITE GOOD? You must be joking I'm the best cunt and clit licker around, you ought to think yourself privileged to have me for your first time AND getting your pussy eaten out as well by an expert."His head dipped between her legs again and all that could be heard were the soft, sloppy, wet squelching sounds of him feasting on Faith's virgin cunt. He kept her on tenterhooks for a good fifteen minutes, bringing her to the very edge of an orgasm then denying her the final push over the edge. As he was sucking her clit into his mouth his hands went to the outside of her smooth toned thighs and he lightly scratched his fingernails over her soft skin, not hard enough to scratch her but enough to let her feel it, giving her another sensation to keep her horny.Eventually he lifted his head and grinned at Faith his face glistening with her juices, he licked his lips and chuckled,"MMMMMM that was good, my first time tasting virgin cunt juice. I don't think you're quite ready yet to lose your cherry but definitely tonight, in the meantime how are you at blowjobs." Without saying a word she told Cas to lie in his back and with a wink and slight smirk she slowly moved her head over and kissed the tip of his cock and giggled a bit when he shuddered slightly to her "talented" tongue. She then slowly lowered her head and as she bobbed her head up and down, all the while looking up at him with big blueish green eyes, she not only went down but also turned her head this way and that way so Cas' cock felt like it was sucked one way then the other. Faith then took him all the way, only gagging ever so slightly. She then withdrew her head in the same twist motion as she sucked and his cock left her lips with a POP! sound. "How is that for an answer?" Faith said seeing his surprised and impressed facial expressions to what she just did. Faith didn't say a word in reply but manoeuvred him onto his back and with a knowing smirk she kissed the tip of his stiff cock taking the pearly drop of precum from the tip with her tongue and giggled softly as he shivered when her hot breath caressed his almost steaming cock head. They locked eyes as she went down on him taking almost all of him in her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times drawing his foreskin up and down his thick shaft with her lips then she changed angles, turning her head so he was fucking the inside of her face, her cheek bulging lewdly as she sucked him. She kept turning her head so he was first bulging one cheek then the other. She had Cas gasping with pleasure, his breathing heavy. Without warning she deep throated him, taking him all the way into her throat with only the slightest gagging. It only lasted a few seconds but it was one of those moments that stays in a guy's mind forever. Just as quickly her head corkscrewed and her lips left his cock with a loudPOP!. Cheekily she asked him,'How is that for an answer?'"Fuck, and there was me thinking you were all sweet and innocent, what'd you do on dates, spend all your time sucking their cocks so they'd forget about fucking you? I tell you I've known some good cocksuckers in my time but you're up among the top three, I ain't forgot about fucking you though, I want your cherry tonight Faith, you wanna give it to me?"Faith was leaning half over him her tits dangling and her hard swollen nipples grazing his chest so he grabbed one leg and pulled her over on top of him soshe sat astride himher knees up against his rib and his cock pressed lengthways along her wet slick slit, needing only the slightest intentional movement and it would be pushing its way into her virgin channel Faith Lutz's full firm breasts heaved up and down as there was NO turning back now. Cas' cock on the verge of "popping her cherry". She leaned her head lower to kiss him and slipped ever so slightly and when she did his shaft impaled Faith Lutz pussy. She felt her hymen wall break and she buried her head into his shoulder and let out a silent scream as a free hand gripped his strong shoulder as she adjusted to the new sensation inside of her. Part pain mostly pleasurable. "Are all cocks big as yours?" She asked wide eyed as she could feel his subtle movements in her and could tell he seemed well skilled in this matter. Faith was in the perfect position to give up her cherry and Cas looked her in the eye and winked at her, she tried to adjust her position to kiss him but only succeeded in letting his cock find the wet entrance to her virgin pussy, he held her there for a few seconds to let her realise what was about to happen then her mouth opened but no sound came out s his cock slipped inside her slippery channel and he felt her hymen break as her love tunnel closed around his cock, bathing it in her warm pussy juice. Her hand gripped his shoulder tightly as he slid to and fro, her juicy hole making itself wet and slippery for his engorged snake. She managed to gasp in his ear, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock, pain and pleasure'Are all cocks big as yours?'Cas grinned back at her, hammering her freshly fucked pussy."Sorry to disappoint you Faith but most guys just don't measure up, don't worry though I'm sure there's enough guys out there who can keep you happy. You gotta feel privileged though to have the best in the business to pop your cherry. You've something special to compare them with now but I reckon I'll always be number one, I can do your ass as well if you like a bit later but for now let's concentrate on giving you a fantastic orgasm."He reached around and grasped each jiggling ass cheek and pushed his hips up and down like a jackhammer. Faith fell forward under the onslaught and her tits were crushed against his chest. Cas whispered in her ear."Don't hold back, scream as loud as you like when you cum, you'll feel a whole lot better." Faith Lutz' breathing became labored as she panted more and more feeling the full length of Cas inside her tight pussy as she was still adjacent to the feeling of not only something buried within her but new sensations of her G Spot, which she had only previously read about on line and in books. Faith gave Cas a deep kiss tongue and all and as she pulled back she could see surprise and also an impressed look. "No sex before now but PLENTY of kissing, I'm quite good". Ahe had just finished her sentence when her eyes grew wide as she felt an orgasm building. Again new territory for her as her soft moans grew louder and louder, as our of instinct she fucked the cock inside her moving her thick but curvy firm hips at a vigorous pace now. Cas's cock stroked Faith's sensitive G-spot and she panted and gasped for air as he pounded her newly popped pussy then kissed him using her tongue. sliding it between his lips then she bragged about her kissing ability when he looked in surprise at how good she was,'No sex before now but PLENTY of kissing, I'm quite good.'"No kidding Faith, you're one of the best, by the time you go you'll be more than quite good at fucking you'll be brilliant, let's go faster eh?"He bucked his hips faster and went deeper and harder making Faith moan and tense as her orgasm built up inside her. For an inexperienced fuck she soon caught on to what was required of her and clasped his cock with her vaginal walls, bucking her curvy hips up and down. Cas held her ass with both hands and judged his cum shot to perfection spurting his load inside her at the same time as her orgasm washed over her and she stiffened and screamed as she came. Four cum shots later Faith lay on top of him like a limp rag, completely fucked, a trickle of his creamy white cum oozing from her pussy around his deflating cock."That's it babe, all done you can go on dates now and fuck all you like and not be worried that you'll be a disappointment, take my word for it you're a natural, you were made for fucking. Just on e thing before you go, leave your panties for my collection, I don't have a virgin's panties."Cas gave her his well earned praise and was a llttle disappointed that she couldn't stay longer, he had a hot date with the bride to be of one of his mates. He had convinced her, Irene, that if she wouldn't cheat on her new husband then she should have one last fling the night before she got married. He had arranged to be at her hotel room at eleven o' clock that night ready willing and able to send into her marriage with a pussy full of his cum. Faith removed her panties and placed it on his wall where he indicated, she giggled knowing he was gonna keep a souvenir. She excused herself to go in his washroom to clean up and take a quick shower and dress up. She looked herself in the mirrior but saw no change, she put on her lipstick. Then quickly left the washroom and pick her things and headed out wondering if she would meet him again.She wonders if every men was just as good as Cas and hung as she headed home. Faith was a real good sport, removing her panties and giggling as she hung them in pride of place on the wall along with the others, there were no snide remarks about the number already there, Faith seemed to regard it as just one more conquest for Cas and she was the lucky recipient.After Faith had gone Cas began thinking about Irene the bride to be who he was going to fuck tonight. She was no stranger to his bed having been in it several times during the time she was dating Brad, his best friend. Normally Cas would only fuck the same girl three times as matter of honour but Irene was different, he must have put about ten yards of his dick inside her in total and she had loved every inch.Cas stood outside Irene's hotel room hoping that she had taken his advice and dressed in the same outfit that she was going to wear for Brad tomorrow night on her first night as a married woman. He had told her to treat tonight asa dress rehearsalso that there would be no hitches and hold ups on the night. He had looked in on the hen night to confirm things with Irene and she had lookedso fuckablehe had been tempted to change the timetable but in the end stuck to the original plan, so here he was outside room no.69.He grinned at that and knocked on the door. Irene had just gotten in a fight with Brad's brother that suspected she started cheating again on Brad. Sure she was but, it still annoyed her that he would dare even suspect her to cheat. She definitely needed Cas to fuck her brain's out tonight before the wedding. She did not wanna look stressed out at her wedding and Cas would not bitch about feelings. She needed the type that just fucked her good and hard till she was full of cum. She practically jumped of joy hearing the knock in her door and wore what he requested.She try look casual as she open the door for Cas: " Hey, your late..." *She always try sound like a hard ass and not many stood up to her attitude like Cas.It was turned on that Cas knew how to fuck and took charge when he fucked her hard till she begged him stop and always grateful he never stopped and fucked her till she was sore* The door opened almost before he had finished knocking and there stoodIrenedressed to kill or rather undressed to fuck. She greeted him with,'Hey, your late...'Cas had the sort of relationship with Irene where she would act the hard ass and he would give her shit back and then fuck her."I'm not late, you just can't wait to have my cock in your hot, wet cunt." he grinned back at her and reached out and spread his hand over her crotch to feel the wet heat of her thong. He rubbed the palm of his hand up and down her mound pressing the heel of his hand on her clit and pushing a finger into her thong and into her soaking wet slit. On spying a large black dildo on the bedside table he joked,"MMMMMM ,,,,,,,,,,,,, Juicy,,,,, I hope you haven't been a naughty girl and started without me."Without warning he pulled her into a bear hug and buried his face between her firm soft tits while his hands cupped both firm round ass cheeks and a finger rimmed her ass hole through her thong. He held her there for ages just humping his hips against her with his cock hard and bulging his pants."Remember this is a dress rehearsal so you gotta act the innocent, you know Brad thinks you're a sweet, butter wouldn't melt sort of girl, so you gotta let him seduce you, don't worry, it's only for the first hour then we really fuck, you can be the slut you wanna be." Irene moaned and squirmed as he began grope her, she was so wet and craved his huge cock. She giggled: "me? Never...I been looking forward to your cock since last time we fucked...hehhe"She threw back her head,moaning as he teased her tits;" baby, you know, I don't take anal... so don't get NY ideas,perv" * she squirm and moaned as she got so wet:" fuck me already... you know, I don't like to wait..."She pouted;" but I need your cock, now... I dont wanna play innocent, I wanna just fuck hard and clean up and cash in my wedding...heheh" * he known she only marry him for his cash and she had no intention have kids. She had her tube tied and lied to her fiance that she can't have kids* Even though Cas told Irene that this was a dress rehearsal for her wedding night and she needed to be seduced he knew in his heart that she would want to get straight down to fucking, being the impatient horny slut she was, she soon made it clear what she wanted, she giggled as she said,'Me? Never...I been looking forward to your cock since last time we fucked...heheheShe threw back her head moaning loudly and squirmed as he teased her tits;'Baby, you know, I don't take anal... so don't get NY ideas,perv, fuck me already... you know, I don't like to wait...He had her basque almost undone now with her magnificent tits ready to pop out when she pouted;'But I need your cock, now... I don't wanna play innocent, I wanna just fuck hard and clean up and cash in my wedding...heheh'"So that's your plan is it you scheming little slut? Get his ring on your finger, stash away a couple of million dollars from your joint bank accounts then file for divorce and back to fucking the world."Cas had to admire her nerve but Brad was his best friend, how could he not tell him? He thought for a moment and then his cock overruled his conscience. By this time Irene's basque lay on the floor and Irene was bent over a chair with her thong hanging off one ankle and she was waving her bare ass at him in invitation."Irene, I should tell Brad about your plan but it'll ruin my friendship with him unless you do something for me,,,,,,"He paused for dramatic effect then with an ear to ear grin he said,",,,,You let me fuck your ass." Irene rolled her eyes: " yeah.. doh...oh please, your fucking his fiance, so dont act like a saint"She glared at him: " You know, i do not do anal...plus your cock is way to big to fit in my ass...*smirk* " don't be arrogant just cause your a good fuck...I can ruin you much quicker than you can fuck me..." *smirks.She was arrogant enought to insult him in his face, he was just an amazing fuck but did not really think much of him.* Much to Cas's disappointment Irene was adamant that he couldn't fuck her ass but he slid his cock into her eager wet channel and pounded her into a frenzy until she was screaming and pounding the pillows. Her cunt was grasping tightly around his shaft as it fucked into her, he gave her no mercy and filled her snatch with his hot cream before he lay along her back with his hands cupping each of her full firm tits recovering until he was ready to fuck her again,"What you said about ruining me you wouldn't really would you? Okay so your ass is off limits but you still owe me for tonight you want to honour the tradition of the best man fucking the bridesmaid don't you? I'll take that instead so long as she's not a dog with buck teeth and horn rimmed glasses you got it sorted for me?"Irene just smiled and used her internal muscles to grip him and let him know she wanted it again. He rolled over so shelay on her back on top of himand used his legs to open her up again so he could fill her hot snatch with his thick hard pole again. His arms went around her and dug his fingers into her firm fleshy tits. Irene gave it everything she had encouraging him to fuck her harder and faster, giving his cock the best workout he'd had for some time,,,,, with her anyway, but he wasn't going to tell her that. As he shot his fourth load into her cum filled pussy and the escaping cum trickled down his shaft he murmured,"Not bad at all, you might have lost a little bit of your touch but still pretty good, you sure your ass doesn't feel left out, if not get your tongue moving and clean me up." Irene quickly got into place to lick his cock clean and suck it like her life depended on it. Moaning as he grew hard in her mouth and she focus on sucking his balls as she jerk him off: " Fuck it...I want you be my first...."She shoved him off and got on all four and parted her legs and butt cheeks: " Pop my cherry...baby...i wanna feel you drill my ass till you cum deep in my asshole.." Irene was quick off the mark cleaning him up her tongue got busy licking his shaft and around and under his balls. She began sucking to get him fully hard again, using her fist to jerk him off. As he grew harder Irene growled at him.'Fuck it...I want you to be my first...'"About fuckin' time too, we can't let you get married without having your ass fucked first."Irene pushed him off and crouched on the bed, her head down and ass up with her hands holding her lily-white ass cheeks open, she growled impatiently at him,'Pop my cherry...baby...I wanna feel you drill my ass till you cum deep in my asshole...'"You know I've been wanting to do this for months but you kept saying your ass was off-limits, why now?"Cas didn't really want to know but it just seemed like the right thing to say so he lost no time in lubing her asshole with his cum oozing from her freshly fucked snatch and rubbing some over his cockhead. He shuffled forward on his knees and lined his cock up with her dark brown star. Not standing on ceremony he didn't mess around working it in gently, he thrust his hips forward and Irene's pucker was so slippery that his cock just slid in like a sword into its scabbard. He was balls deep in her ass and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so her back arched with every thrust and Irene's plump, but not fat, cheeks quivered.Cas was in seventh heaven drilling Irene's ass at last and he began whooping and hollering, singing, 'RIDE A BIG HORSE COCK TO BANBURY CROSS. ' He kept her head pinned down until he shot his first load into what had been her virgin ass. When he had deposited his last load he pulled out and said triumphantly,"There, job done, all holes popped, lucky beggar your husband to be, no wedding night nerves to spoil it. Talking of the wedding you have got a bridesmaid who wants to fuck haven't you? After all, it's tradition." Cas eyes bulged as he shoved his cock up her ass, letting a muffle cry. She was sobbing as he began thrust in and out her raw ass like a madman. She loved feeling like a virgin on his big cock. She try stay in the proper position as he drilled her ass. Sobbing as she wasn't given time to adjust as she barely handle his cock, she felt him cum.She looked back at him out of breathe: " your so fucking amazing like i fantasied" Irene's ass was amazing so fucking tight, she gripped his cock as if she never wanted to let it go. There were no complaints as he plowed her, only her screams of delight as he turned her virgin ass into his own personal cum dump. She told him in little gasps as she got her breath back,'You're so fucking amazing like I fantasized.'Cas grinned down at her happy smiling face and told her."I can't imagine you staying faithful to Brad very long and I sure as hell wanna fuck that pretty ass again so let's make a deal, I was the first in your ass so really it belongs to me, you keep Brad away from it and I'll have it anytime you like, it won't really be cheating as it belongs to me anyway."The deal was agreed upon.***********************************At eleven o'clock the next morning found Cas and Brad standing in the church waiting for Irene to arrive for the ceremony. Cas was agog to see what Irene's bridesmaid was like, Irene assured him that he'd have no trouble getting her into bed. The wedding march began and Irene entered looking like a sweet innocent virgin,all in whiteeven then though Irene hadn't been able to resist the temptation to show her wares. However, Cas's eyes traveled beyond Irene and opened wide in surprise and a big grin spread over his face as he sawnot one but two identical gorgeous bridesmaids,.He gulped and whispered to Brad,"I'm supposed to fuck one of 'em how do I know which one?"Brad nudged him in the ribs and told him with some envy in his voice,"You must have done Irene a really big favor, that's the Malloy twins, Savannah and Mitzi, they share everything and they do EVERYTHING together and I mean EVERYTHING."Cas gulped again and caught the eye of one of the twins, who smiled and bulged one cheek several times. Cas had to hurriedly hold the wedding program in front of his telltale bulge. He was afraid he might do something he hadn't done for years and shoot his load in his pants.**************************At the reception afterward Cas lost no time seeking out the twins, who were surrounded by half a dozen hopefuls, he pushed through and introduced himself,"Hi, I'm Cas, the best man, which one are you?"

Cas's sexual adventures

Wild Zoo (IC)

The gates opened, 8am, the day staff had been here for an hour since relieving the night shift. The first few tourists filed in, it was a week since the se3ason for them ended but there were still the odd few here and there. They petted the friendlier furies over the low walls and gazed at the dangerous ones at a distance, they seemed to not mind the attention.A carrier helicopter flew over head, landing on the zoo helipad, a tired zoo worker stepping from the inside and signing over their cargo, one of the furies that couldn’t be taken care of locally after another zoo burned down, they left immediately leaving a large crate, they had more to transport.Epee stirred in his crate, the constant movement that had lulled him to sleep had stopped, he wondered where he was, a flash of fire popped in to his memories and it all came flooding back, his home was incinerated and he got locked in a crate, all in all a bad day for him. He tried again to open the lid, nothing, he couldn’t smell anything burnt, they must have moved him away from the area, he looked out one of the holes and could see some legs getting closer, maybe they were going to let him out, he moved to the back of the crate, unsure of what they would do if they opened the crate.(OOC)OOC thread can be found here Mac yawned and stretched, last night had been tough, a pair of a leopards had fallen serious ill and they had to stay up in shifts to look after them meaning none of the keepers got alot of sleep that night. Furhtermore they had to ready the pen for the new arrival, he peeked out the window at the sound of the chopper, some kind of feline named Fancy, thats all he knew.Pulling on his boots and got up and walked to the door, narrowing his eyes slightly as he walked into the bright sunlight, this was gonna be one of those days he thought as he made his way towards the helipad. Mario walked calmly towards the helicopter pads. They tended to transport animals by chopper because of how much less it upset the animals. From what he understood, it was something about the rotors that lulled them into a calm bordering on unconsciousness. They kept the pads maintained to make it easier. Instead of the usual red and white, they used a white X on a blue background. Mario himself found that it calmed the animals considerably, and showed up much better against the pavement surrounding. As he came up to the pads, he saw that one of the crates had been unloaded already. He spoke quietly with the person in charge of the transport, and then signed a few forms. Then he walked over, and knelt down by one of the crates. He looked in, and saw the distinctive ears of a feline. He nodded, and spoke calmly into the crate. "I'm going to let you out now. I want to make sure we put you in the proper area. You'll stay put, right?" As Mac arrived at the helipad they had already begun unloading, sending him into a slow run towards Mario while muttering something about him being late before looking up "Hey Mario!" he slowed down as he approached the crate not to scare the animal inside "You're here early, sorry i'm late that deal with the leopards last night really took it's toll, but you seem to have things under control here" he looked around "Something you havn't gotten around to yet that you want me to handle? I'm sure Fancy here is eager to get out of the crate". He leaned down to peek into the crate and see the shadowy form of the feline inside. Ami was in the kitchen, preparing the morning meal for the newcomer. The others had been fed, including the sick leopards. She had taken the time to hand feed them, gently scratching behind their ears as they ate. Their meal was nothing more than mashed meat, veggies, and some baby food, yes, baby food, mixed in, to make it a bit easier to digest.The newcomer was getting a more traditional meal. Meat, some starch, vegtables, and cool fresh water. She knew that most new arrivals were always quite thirsty. She knew it was because, during the transport, the Traveler, was not allowed any water. Made it less likely for the Animal, the Furry, to mess themselves before arrival at their new location. Ami didn't necessarily agree with it. They were alot smarter than some people gave them credit for and surely could hold off of needed.She heard the chopper land. More than likely both Mario and Mac, M & M as she liked to call them, not that they liked that, were there to sign off on the paper work and trundle their new exhibit to his quarters. Ami only knew that it was a male.She stepped into the bright sunshine."Too fucking early" she muttered to herself. If given the option, she would prefer to work the overnight shift, and sleep during the day. SHe had already asked Mario about it, but he hadn't made up his mind as of yet.Her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a long braid that danced down her back as she walked across the compound, heading toward the Feline Escape, as they called it. Escape her ass. It was still a cage, still a cell. She could not help but feel bad for these creatures. They were intelligent, yet caged. Ami tried to make it bearable for them, as best she could.The Chopper was taking off, M & M left with their new arrival. Mario looked over at Mac, and nodded slowly. "We should have the Doc give him a checkup before we actually take him to his new home, such as it is. You get the old salt." He stopped, turning to look at Ami as she came up to the pad. "You look like you had your punch spiked. That for the little guy here? Good. He'll need to get a checkup. Doc will probably complain that we let him eat first, but...well..." He opened the lid of the crate, and let the feline out, motioning for Ami to set the food down. Epee jumped out of the crate as soon as it opened, stretching his back before crouching in front of the people, they wore the same stuff as his minders at his old home so they must work for the same people "hi, im Epee, who are you?" he asked, not really expecting an answer, they don’t understand him any better than the last group of people in charge.Just after he tried to introduce himself one of them put down some food, he memorized the scent of that one, she brought food, he pulled it over and dug in with his hands, it had been almost a day since he had eaten last. Surigi was busy snoozing in the sun when she heard the commotion of the helicopter. She stretched out and yawned, looking up as the vehicle took off. The tigress let her claws dig into the dirt and make marks in the ground before scratching behind her ear out of boredom. She was fed earlier and not very hungry.The white tigress purred softly, wondering who had arrived. She herself was new here, only a month or so ago she was brought in. Surigi hoped to make a friend. She loved making friends with the other Furries and the zoo workers, and even a couple zoo regulars, mostly young kids.Her tail settled in the cool water around her exhibit, her eyes looking up at the very few visitors. Surigi missed the crowds, especially all the children that would wave and smile at her. She didn't really understand what they said, but from their body language she could tell that many of the kids were interested in her. A few of the older males also seemed interested in her too, for obvious reasons. Moon was trying to out stare a tourist down when she heard the helicopter fly in. Looking up she tilted her head with a smile. ‘Maybe some one new to play with,” she thought forgetting about the human that she had been playing with for a moment. She would have to wait and see. There was always new people coming, Moon had been here for most of her life she knew this place well.With her black tipped tail swinging back and forth she turned back to the human and smiled at him baring her teeth slightly, she knew they couldn’t understand her so she playfully growled “Fear me, for I am terrifying creature and hungry.” This made the human stand back and Moon laugh, in truth she wasn’t hungry she had already eaten and was just in the mood to play. The human moved on and Moon left the front of the enclosure to find something else to do. Nodding Mac spun around already running off to fetch the doctor while shouting back "Sure thing, Be back in a sec" now that he was out in the sun, the fresh air and on the job he seemed to awaken from his daze into a explotion of energy instead. To get to the Doc he would have go to though a quite alot of the park, he still cursed the genious who thought that Medical should be located so far away from the helipad, made no sense at all. Shrugging off the thought he continued through the park, on his way he saw Moon scaring the spectators with her growl, apparently she liked that and the sight made him grin, it always scarred the hell out of them.Looking up he saw Surigi's pen up ahead he smiled and waved at the beautiful tigress as he ran by. He'd always been facinated with felines and the great sibirian tigress was no exception, he'd spent many hours looking at her from outside her pen but also lots of time with the large cat, he was after all the keeper. Mario smiled, watching the new tenant eat, then turned to Ami. "You wait here for the doctor. I'm going to make my rounds. Bring the report to my office when the old man's done." With that, he started the long walk around the zoo. Moon was in her pen, grinning to herself. She must have been staring down the kids again. He shook his head at that thought, and then kept walking. Eventually, he ended up at Surigi's enclosure. He walked up to the fence, and held out his hand between the bars. She always seemed to know when he or Mac were there. Surigi purred happily when she saw Mac run by and wave and stretched out, feeling the muscles in her back flex as she started her excercises. She let out a yawn before looking up to Mario's hand. Her purring deepened as she happily jumped over and nuzzled his palm. Mario gently scratched behind Surigi's ears, stroking her fur. "So, kitty. You excited to meet the new kid? Or are you just happy to be paid attention to." He grinned, and stroked the back of her head. "So, how you doing today, Surigi?" He knelt down and looked into her eyes. She mewled softly and purred, smiling at him. Surigi knew that he didn't understand when she spoke, but she loved talking to everyone. "I'm fine, I really want to meet the new person! Do you think they'll like me?" She asked, though to anyone else it sounded like loud mewls and meows. Mario smiled, almost believing he could understand her, if not through her words, then through her demeanor. He looked at his watch, then smiled. "I suppose I should give you a scrubdown. You want to look your best for your fans, don't you?" He smiled, and walked around to the back, where a door was easily unlocked and opened by the keys at his belt. He stepped in calmly, and knelt down, waiting for her to come to him. She rushed over to him, rubbing up against his legs and purring happily. Surigi didn't mind when the keepers scrubbed her down, in fact she loved it. She also liked bathes, but she didn't like anyone touching her in that manner. Bathing was a private thing for her. He smiled, and gently stroked her fur, running his hands down her back. Then he looked into her eyes. "So who's ready to get their fur brushed?" He smiled again, and shook his head. "You know, sometimes I feel you guys understand what we say. Makes me wonder if we could teach you to speak, and what you'd say if we did." She meowed and smiled, rubbing her cheek against his thigh. "I'd love to talk with everyone! To say hi to all the cute kids that come by!" Surigi wanted to say, but mewled. He smiled more, and scratched behind her ears again, before pulling a brush out of a tool belt. He started to gently brush her fur, thinking carefully. "Let's see. I don't think we actually know how old you are, do we? You should probably be mated soon, shouldn't you? But we're going to have trouble finding a male Siberian." When he started brushing her fur she purred deeply, only to look rather sheepish at the mention of being mated. Surigi moved her head down, feeling embarrassed at what he mentioned. She didn't even know if she wanted to be mated, let alone to another Siberian tiger. He looked down at her, feeling a change in her behavior, and then smiled. He stroked her fur, and lifted her chin. "Hey, kiddo, let me let you in on a little secret. With tigers, and several other species, the female is the one who initiates the mating, usually. Tigresses take control. Probably because of the hormone difference between them and other species' females. So when the time comes, you'll let us know, trust me on this." He smiled at her, and went back to brushing her fur. She looked back up to him with a smile, knowing full well what he meant. Surigi mewled and nuzzled his leg as he kept brushing her fur. In all honesty the Siberian tigress wanted to meet some of the others in the zoo, wanting to make friends with as many of them as she could. He smiled, and finished brushing her fur. Then he leaned down, and kissed her forehead gently. He pet her gently, and considered. "Let's see. I suppose I can open the door to the exercise yard for you, huh? The new kid will have to go through his checkup, but then he should be safe to let in to talk to you. He's a young one too, from what I understand. Then again, maybe he's just young looking. Not really sure, as the records don't specify his age." She perked up at him kissing her forehead and purred when he mentioned the excercise yard. Surigi wanted to run around and play with others, or at least just run around. The tigress mewled happily, lifting her head up and licking his hand. He grinned, seeing her happy again, and let her lick his hand. Then he stood up slowly, and stroked her fur for a bit, before heading for another door in the enclosure. He unlocked and opened it for her, then smiled. Surigi happily ran out of her enclosure and into the exercise yard, pouncing onto a large rubber boulder. She looked over to Mario and meowed happily to him, wanting him to come and play. He laughed, and slowly walked in after her. He closed that door, and then followed her over to the boulder. Then he smiled, and looked at her. "So, what do you want to play, kitty?" Surigi let out a feeble sort of roar before pouncing onto Mario. She mewled and smiled at him as she pinned him. Her rough, sandpaper like tongue started moving against his face and neck. He blinked in surprise, then started laughing and tickled her. He'd always loved cats. He smiled, and sat up with her. "Ooo, kitty wants to play huntress, hmm?" She giggled when he tickled her and jumped off, settling into a classic hunting pose, her front low to the ground and growling softly. Surigi's tail hovered over the grass as she readied for another pounce. He grinned, and started to get up. Then he looked into her eyes. "Ohh, tough kitty." Oddly, he was hard as a rock in his pants. Not that he noticed. He always enjoyed playing with Surigi. She was adorable in that she relied solely on instinct. It was a good display of just how deep instinct ran, since she'd never had a teacher in the hunting regard. Surigi slowly circled Mario, purring in a thinking sort of way, hoping to get an opening before pouncing him again. Finally she did, wrapping her arms around his hips. Surigi pulled Mario down with her and laughed with a smile, but soon blinked and nudged the bulge of his pants with the tip of her nose. Mario gasped, feeling himself flung backwards, with her landing on top of him. He started to sit up, when he felt her nudge the bulge in his pants with her nose. He moaned, and looked at her. "Okay, Surigi, I think that's enough playing huntress for today." She mewled questioningly, licking the bulge in interest. The tigress' paw pressed against it, licking some more. Surigi was very intrigued by how he was reacting to this. Mario hardened further, as he shifted and the bulge moved slightly. "Surigi, that's not really something you should be playing with." He moaned as he felt her looking against him, even through the clothing. Surigi crawled up his body and sat on his chest, her soft pink pussy somewhat visible through her fur. She mewled and tilted her head, looking down at him. It was all a game for the tigress, wanting to see how long it would take for him. Mario blinked, staring at Surigi. He had to force himself to look up into her eyes. But as his eyes trailed up her body, they caught on her nether regions, realizing he saw moisture. He cleared his throat, and slowly raised his gaze to meet hers. "Surigi? Are you...trying to mate with me?" Sighing with frustration Mac emerged from Medical "where is that damn Doc when you need him" he looked around trying to see if he could spot him but with little luck. Shrugging he sighed again, he'd probably missed him which meant that the Doc was already at the helipad or on the way there. Well he'd best head back there too to see if anything was still in the need of being sorted out.On the way back he made a quick detour and grapped a few pieces of fresh meat from a deer, the animals were soon to be fed again and this was merely an apetizer but they loved it anyhow. Walking back past Surigi's ped he couldn't see her in there, oh well Mario probably had her out or something like he did sometimes, so instead he moved on to Moon's pen. He tilted his head as he looked around through her pen, not seeing her, wondering for a moment if someone had let her out for a walk aswell but then tried calling out for her while holding up the meat some. "Moo'oooon, come an' get it!" he pouted as there was no responce at first then moved around to the back of the enclosure and let himself in, knowing Moon well enough to know that she would attack. He looked around calling out again, maybe she was inside. Surigi smiled down at Mario and mewled before jumping off of him. She purred, but it seemed like she was laughing at him. The tigress started trotting around the yard, feeling rather giggly. Mario blinked, confused, then slowly climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. His eyes followed her around the exercise yard, and then he rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I wish I could read minds." Surigi moved around for a while before heading back to the door to her enclosure. She sat next to it and waited for Mario to open it up so she could nap. Sometimes she wished she could speak with the others, just so that they wouldn't have to keep guessing what she wanted. Mario walked over to Surigi, and opened the door to her enclosure again. He let her go ahead of him, then followed her in. He made sure to close and lock the door again, then smiled, and stroked her ears again before heading for the other door. She purred and nuzzled his hand before curling up in the warm sun. Surigi yawned and nestled her head close to her nether regions, lapping them softly to help her fall asleep. He watched her for a moment, then stepped out of her enclosure, closed the door, locking it. He headed for the helipad, hoping to find the others already moving the newcomer into his enclosure. Moon had been watching the people pass as she had seen both Mac and then Mario pass by, she had watched as Mario went to see Surigi. Growing bored and wanting some one to play with Moon started to pace her enclosure. After awhile she went to lie in a little hide away that hid her from all eyes. As she was just drifting she caught the smell of meat, her ears perking up as she heard her name being called. Slowly crawling from her hiding spot she hid and watched as Mac entered her enclosure. Suddenly Moon had a smile on her face and slowly she started to creep towards Mac. Suddenly she ran at him leaping towards him. Mac didn't hear Moon before it was too late, had anyone been watching the two they'd have thought that Mac was going to end up as canine dinner but Moon and Mac knew better. As she accelerated from the slowly prowl to the fast paced bolt towards him he heard her and turned around with a grin before laughing out a "Woah!" as the wolf jumped at him causing him to lose his grip on her treat and fall backwards with a "ooof". Chuckling and grinning he reached up and ruffed up her fur as she stood ontop of him "you little brat" he grinned "not nice to sneak up on people you know" Moon looked down at him and closes her eyes as he ruffed up her fur. "You know you like it," she growled to him, and then gets off him sitting close to him her tail swaying, she wasn't bored and she wasn't tired any more. Her eyes kept darting to the treat he had brought her and then suddenly she lept on it. She wasn't hungry but she liked treats. As she ate she kept an eye on Mac. Her black spoted ear twiching every so often at different sounds. Couldn't help but chuckle at her playful growl, and who said animals didn't have personality. He pushed himself up on an elbow as he looked over at her as she jumped the treat and began eating, he reached over slowly and petted the fur on her head as she ate "Good girl, you like treats don't you" he smiled before sighing and pushing himself up into a crouching position "Not much to do here when you're alone huh? Well to tell you the truth we're working on finding some more wolves for the park everyone agreed that it's not healthy for you to be alone here" She was to busy eating her treat and enjoying her petting, that she didn't hear anything he said until he mentioned pack and move wolves. Looking up at him, she smiled, "more friends." and then gave him a lick on the face. Moon haveing been raised here since little considered all the people and furries she knew who worked at the zoo and lived here as her pack. Then suddenly she looked down at what was left of her treat, "What happens if they don't like me, these new ones?" she asked herself knowing Mac couldn't understand her. Chuckling Mac withdrew from the lick "ew Moon! you just ate" his chuckle continued as he wiped the doggy drool from his face. When he looked back over at her Mac tilted his head, much in the same way as canine does when trying to pinpoint a sound or origin of something, as her expression changed suddenly. Reaching over to the wolf again he petted her head, gently this time "don't worry you, i'm sure they'll be thrilled to see one of their own again, it'll be like having a real pack, it'll be fun!" Turning to look at him again she sniffed at him and then nudged him with her nose in the arm, "I have a real pack" But his words cheered her, "well if they don't like me to begin with I will do my best to become friends with them and then we can have fun." She gave a thump of her tail as if that was that and then nudged Mac's hand wanting to play. Mac smiled at her sudden playfullness, getting the feeling that she was happy as he nudged his hand. Grinning he got up from his crouching position "Want to play girl, huh? What do ya wanna play" he looked around the pen for her ball, he knew she had a ball in here somewhere but where was it. "Go find your ball girl, go find it" Now wherer had she hidden her ball, thats it she went to run off to get it then stopped. Turning back around she went and got what was left of her treat and took it with her running to her hiding spot. There she found her ball, dropping her meat she would save it for later. Picking up her ball she returned to Mac with it. He couldn't help but laugh as she ran off seemingly forgetting about her treat before suddenly spinning around and racing back for it. He crouched down to take the ball as she returned to him "Good girl! Hiding it are we?" he grined and lifted his arm as if getting ready to throw "Ready?" he paused for a moment looking down at the eager wolf waiting for the release of the ball "Go get it!" with that he threw the ball to the far end of the pen and watched the wolf race off trying to catch it as it bounced around on the uneven surfaces of her pen. She thumped her tail when he asked if she was ready, watching the ball at all times and was off when when he threw it. She tried to catch it as it bouced and then skidded slightly as it changed direction on her after hiting a tiny rock. Catching it the next time it hit the ground Moon ran back with the ball and dropped it at his feet, then pawed at his leg slightly. He loved seeing her chase the ball, he could only imagine how she'd look out in the wild while chasing down her prey. The canine seemed to move with such ease and speed that it always fasinated him. He smiled and knelt down to pick up the ball as she pawed at his leg "Again?" he asked throwing the ball up in the air before catching it again waiting for a reply. She gave a bark and a thump of her tail as a yes, her sharp eyes following the ball as he throw it up. She remembered being little and seeing others chase other things down like rabbits and such. She loved to chase. Chuckled and threw the ball, harder than before causing it to skip and bouce more against the various rocks and branches. He smiled again as he watched to dash of to catch the small bouncing bugger before it got too far away. She chased and enjoyed every minute of it, the way the ball changed direction on her and the way she had to jump over things if it bounced over them. Diliberatly letting it come to a rest she leaped onto the ball, like she had her treat. Attcking it and shaking it she eventually returned it to Mac, but refused to give it to him, holding onto it tight. Mac tilted his head with a smirk "Being a little punk now are we?" he grined and reached out trying to grab the ball from her but she was too quick, yanking her head away just as he was within range, they repeated this a few times before Mac got a hold of the ball, however somewhat ackward since there wasn't much ball to hang onto and he had to be careful of the sharp teeth, even though he was sure she wouldn't bite him accidents could happend. She was enjoying this new game of 'can't get it.' And when finally Mac got hold of the ball she held her head still but still wouldn't give him the ball, growling playfully at him. It was then she started to stare at him the way she did with the tourists. Her ears twitching slightly but that was the only movement she made and her teeth still clamped on the ball. Tilted his head while getting down on his knees, making him seem more like one of her usual playmates as he tried to pull the ball free of her strong jaws, he put an effort into looking eager and acted as if he really! wanted that ball before letting his hands slip and slide back over the ball causing him to fall back somewhat, same happening to Moon as it would seem she won the little fight. As he kneeled down infront of her, she smiled slightly around the ball her lips pulling back a little more, but her tteth not moving. She really didn't want to hurt him but she wasn't ready to give up the ball. She was giving another playful growl when she felt his hand slip and the ended up backing up a couple of steps and landing on her butt. "I win, I win" she howled playfully after dropping the ball. Leaping up again and singing to herself, "I win, I win." Then she headed over to Mac to make sure he was okay and she hadn't hurt him. She did have a tendancy to go alittle over bored at the best of times. Mac began laughing softly as she began bouncing around while howled out in what seemed to be some sort of victory howl. Pushing himself up slightly, he sat with his legs stretched out supporting his upper body with his arms against the ground behind him as she made her way over. He faked a pout before grinning again "you win again you little...." with that he reached out for her and cuddle/wrestled her up against him in a playfull manner like he used to when teasing her. She got worried when she saw him pull a face and she had thought that she had hurt him, she started to whine"are you okay when?" when he smiled at her. And before she could back up she felt him grab her cuddling playfully. She smiled to herself releived that she hadn't hurt him and as he wrestled with her she squirmed slightly against him pretending to pull away and gave him a big lick. She got worried when she saw him pull a face and she had thought that she had hurt him, she started to whine"are you okay when?" when he smiled at her.Mac smiled to himself, who said wolves were nothing but fierce killers, even though they'd probably be alot rougher with each other than moon was being with him they still took care of each other and care about their pack.He grinned and leaned back against one of the large rocks in her enclosure with the squirming wolf in his lap as she reached up and gave him a lick. He returned the lick with a smile and petted her head gently while looking down at her "You're not so tough after all are you?" he said teasingly "nothing but a cute little pooch" he chuckles and ruffed up her headfur again slightly before holding her tight. Moon was surprised when he licked her back and looked up at him. But that suprise soon wore off at the comment about her being a 'cute little pooch.' She let him ruffle her fur and hold her tight but she also bares her teeth, "I am not cute, I am a teriffing wild animal," with that she gave a growl. But she had to admit she didn't look like a wild creature while he held her, but she didn't pull away she liked being held or some kind of touch to know some one was there. He grinned at her growl as he talked about her being a pooch and tilted his head while looking down at her "you understand some of all the stuff i say don't you.... pooch" he stuck his tongue out in a grin before leaning back and lifting her up to lie against his torso while giving her sleek grey body to firm and thorough petting. She wanted to tell him she understood alot but knew it was no use so she just gave her tail a swing and then let him pat along her. She closed her eyes as he patted her and she made soft noises in the back of her throat that sounded like whines enjoying the patting she was getting. She wished she could purr like Surigi and the other felines, but she was canine and couldn't, "oh well" she thought to herself. Let me fingers comb through her soft fur as she lay up against him. He tilted his head with a grin "is that a canine purr i hear" he chuckled slightly at the thought before continueing his petting and combing of her fur. This was one of the great things about being a zookeeper you developed a certain bond with the animals that most people never would have thought possible. He smiled at the though, here he was laying with a wolf in his arms, petting the strong savage beast, at least thats the way most knew them. Moon didn’t respond in any way enjoying his touch, her ears twitching slightly. To her this was pack, cuddles, playing and protection. Okay Mac didn’t have fur all over him, but he was still pack to her. Rolling slightly so he could pat the fur on her stomach. Pawing slightly at his hand she gave it a lick. He smiled slightly at the lick and the pawing, she knew how to get her way, he'd give her that. As she flipped over exposing her stomach he moved his hand down between her four legs, letting his nails dig into the fur to give her a thorough petting but still not unpleasent, once in a while he'd stop for a moment and gently pat the side of her stomach before continuing. She made the small whining noise again as he petted her stomach, her tail swishing back and forward as she opened her blue eyes slightly, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. Her tongue hanging from her mouth, she right at this momment looked like a tamed dog not a furry wolf. Leaning down he rested his nose against hers for a moment while looking at the cute wolf that was squirming in his grip. His free hand moved up and petted the underside of her muzzle, as she was lying on her back, gently before chuckling "i have one of the coolest jobs around" Smiling as he came nose to nose with her. She stared him in the eyes wanting to look at him as she enjoyed as he petted her under her muzzle. Making the noise again this time it vibrated up her thoat. She loved the sound of him chuckling and smiled bigger. Pulling away he tilted his head and smiled at her reaction to the petting of her muzzle "Seems someone is enjoying themselves". He moved both hands up to really pay attention to her muzzle since she seemed to like it so much, moving as one they caressed the sides of her muzzle while the thumbs slide up and down the center giving her a full muzzle petting. She gave a loud whine as he pulled away. "It's so nice thats why." she remarked as he returned to petting her but had changed the way he was doing it, causing her eyes to close and her tail to slow. As he ran his hands along her muzzle she moved her head rubbing it against one hand and then against the other. Mac smiled to himself as he saw her rubbing up against his hands eagerly. He looked up sighing softly "Hm, maybe i should get back to work, the others are stuck with unloading the new arrival" he leaned back somewhat withdrawing his hands from her muzzle but giving her a pat on the side of her stomach as he smiled down at her. She seemed to huff at him when he sat back, she understood there was things to to but she was enjoying it. "Torment," she huffed again and even as he smiled down at her and stroked the side of her stomach she let herself only slightly be cheered. Then she realised that he had ment the new ones that the helicoptor had brought. She sat up quickly and was stuck between wanting him to stay and play or pat her or wanting him to help with the new one that way she would get to meet the new one sooner. Looking slightly confused one of her ears laid back and the other stayed up. Huffing again she licked him on the face and looked him in the eye, "If you must go, then go." He couldn't help but laugh at the cute look she had on her face, the disagreing ears looking so adorable. He smiled at her huffs knowing that she was at least enjoying herself, tilting his head he looked down at the wolf, into her bright blue eyes "Want me to stay a little longer, eh?" At the sound of his laugh she cheered up. "I would like that" she smiled and leaned forward and placeing her paws on his chest she rubbed her face against his, the way she would a fellow wolf. He grinned at took the barking as a yes and the following face nuzzle tackle only comfirmed this. He chuckled softly as her fur nuzzled up against his face, bringing one hand up to caresses the top of her head the other moved back behind his head as he lay there looking up at the wolf above him, her paws on his chest. He knew that her gesture was well known in wolfpacks and also knew that she accepted him, but then again if she didn't accept him he'd been on his way to the doctor as soon as he had entered the enclosure. Knowing that she had won again she looked down at him as he rubbed her head he ear flicking as he got close to it. "Tell me, tell me, have you seen the new one? What they like? Will they like me?" she laid with her paws still resting on his chest and laying along him, asking questions that she knew he couldn't understand but still she had to voice them. Her tail sweeping back and forward bushing along him as she got more exicted about the posability of makeing new freinds. Mac chuckles "you sure seem to be excited today, whats with that? Is it because of all this fuss about the new arrival, hm?" he let his hands run along her grey furred body as she lay down up against him, his fingers digging into her fur softly to give her a firm rubbing. "Don't worry too much about that i'm sure you'll all fit in well together" "I hope your right" she says laying her head between her paws on Mac's chest and pictureing herself and other furries playing as the keepers are watching over them. She smiled at this thought and also at the fact that she could feel Mac's heartbeat. Smiling at her apparent comfert he let his head lean back to rest against the rock while looking up at the wolf who apparently enjoyed staying on top of him like this. He reached up with one hand and rubbed her ear gently "Don't worry girl, it'll be fine" he said reasuringly "If you say so then it should be" she said leaning forward and nuzzling his cheeck with her nose. "This means you and the others are going to be busy, but I still expect you to come see me and give me more treats." she growled playfully. Closing his eyes he chuckles softly as she nuzzled her nose up against his cheek. He could feel her body vibrating against his as she growled playfully and without even realising it he let out a soft moan at the feeling. Reaching up, still with his eyes closed incase that tongue should slip out, he fumbled his way up to her head and petted her gently as she nuzzled up against him. She continued to nuzzle him because he seemed to enjoy it. He had patted and rubbed her before now it was her turn to pat and rub him the only way she knew how. As he petted her she whined again in the back of her throat and moved her head so that he could get to a stop just behind her ear and started to nuzzle his neck. Murrred softly, trying to imitate the sounds of a wolf as she nuzzled up against his neck, sending a small shiver of pleasure through his body. His hand coming to a rest behind her ear, began gently scritching behind her ear. "Thats the spot," she whined. Then stop nuzzling him for a second to listen to the noises he was making. He was close to a wolf maybe closer to the sound a cub would make. Smiling to herself she gave him a lick "you are close," then goes back to nuzzling him her way of engouraging him on. Mac laughed softly as she stopped her nuzzling and listend to the sounds he was making with that cute look most people know from regular dogs. He continued with the sounds trying to intensify them slightly before slightly interupted by the lick as he playfully tried to shield himself from it. He looked down at her as she snuggled up against him again before he began growling at her teasingly the best he could. During all this play even though not fully aware of it his body had slowly begun reacting to the wolfs caresses, causing a small bulge to form in his pants. She listened to him growl and laughed to herself, and then looking up at him she growled showing him how to do it correctly and then just for the fun of it to see him quirm she licked him again. Her tail was swishing left and right along his legs as she enjoying this.. what was the saying she had heard monkey see monkey do. She thought this applied here. Instantly catching onto her small game of "who can growl the best" Mac listend to her and then tried on his own again, this time the growl somewhat deeper as if coming way down from his chest. He grinned and squirmed as the wet tongue ran over his face, the by now familiar shiver running down his back once again. "Thats it getting there," Moon was going to have him growling in a way that would make any wolf proud. She growled again deeper this time in her throat, sending vibrations through her chest which was against Mac's. Closing his eyes for a brief moment he listened to the growl but as he listened to the beautiful wolf growl and felt her vibrations against his chest he couldn't help but let out another moan, this time alittle louder than before. As she stopped growling he tried to copy it, trying to move his growling somewhat, so instead of coming from his chest it would originate more from his throat, like hers. As she heard his moan she looked down puzzled at him but then he tried growling again and she smiled up at him. It was very close, she wanted him to try it at least one more time and she growled slow and long agian sending vibrations through them. Then when she was finished she placed her head up against his neck so she could feel it. The fur brushing up against his furless skin. As the wolf growled again, so agonizingly slow and for so long almost as if she was teasing him in purpose, he groaned slightly, the shivers running through his body and the wolf pressed against him made it hard for him to concentrate but he just managed to keep it together, he listened carefully and tried to repeat it again, doing it slower and longer just like she did but not before swallowing heavily as the brush of her soft fur against his skin sent another ripple of shivers through his body. She heard him groan and then shiver, but ignored them just for a second to listen to him growl. And when he did she smiled to herself as she felt the growl from his throat, she knew he would never exactly be able to growl like her but she knew he was really close. Moving her head again she moved so she was nose to nose with him, and gave him a lick and then looked into his eyes. She was excited for him and her tail gently thumped against his legs. She wanted him to understand she was proud of him and that he had done it right but he might be able to growl like her but still couldn't understand her. So she hoped that some way her eyes told him that. Mac blinked as his growl was interupted by her nose pressing against his and the wet lick following it, as he "recovered" from the lick he looked up into two deep pools as their eyes met, usually he'd avoid eye contact with the animals in the zoo, at least all predators since looking directly into their eyes often was read as a challenge and he didn't want to agitate them, but this was different, she sat there happily, the tail thumping against his legs as she even seemed to smile, something told him that he had done pretty good and that she was telling him excatly that "i got it didn't i" he almost whispered, this kind of connection was new to him. What had one of the kids said one day while looking at her to another kid, that she liked the sound of "bingo" she said to herself and gave him another lick to express it to him. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, so he got it, eh? well he'd be sure to remember than since she had put this much effort into teaching it to him. He felt the by now familiar shiver run down through his body as her tongue ran across his skin before he smiled up at her and let his fingers run through the fur on her neck. She felt him chuckle and then shiver now she was concerned. Was he cold, was he getting sick by laying on the ground. Had she made him? These questions reeled thyrough her head and she latched onto the first one, maybe he was cold. So she thought she would warm him up by rubbing slightly up and down him. Her fur would warm him up as well as her body heat. Somewhat surprised Mac looked down at Moon as she began rubbing up against him, he wasn't sure what she was doing or why but the feeling of her soft warm body rubbing up against his shirt was amazing, the warmth and the feeling of her incredibly soft fur. He closed his eyes for a moment just enjoying it, probably more than he figure as the bulge in his pants jumped somewhat at the newgiven attention. On one of her slides up and down him she went low and felt something like a lump, that she was sure wasn't there before and if it had it hadn't been that big. She stopped and slowly getting off him she moved closer to the lump, she sniffed at it. Had she broken him some how, (okay she is a little neive) leaning forward she licked the lump. Had this been why he shivered. Mac felt his face heat up as he reddened somewhat as Moon got off him and went to investigate the lump that she had found. He gasped softly as he felt her nose poke against it, sniffing it probably giving the wolf a hint from the pheromones, and only continued to stiffen somewhat as her tongue slipped out and licked against his pants. He swallowed before clearing his throat "Moon, hey girl... i don't think thats for you" Dhe felt the lump move under the things that humans called clothes instead of fur. She looked up at him as he spoke, "I know it's not for me but I hurt you soem how, I want to fix it," she whined to him and she licked it again gently. She was worried the lump seeme to move, maybe it wasn't something wrong with him but something alive hiding under his clothes. Thinking this was a possibility she changed position again so that she was standing over his legs then started nudging the bulge with her nose. Moon lifted her head for a moment as he spoke before returning to bumping and licking the bulge in his pants causing him to squirm somewhat and left out a soft moan. This was all so wrong, he should just stand up and "excuse" himself and then leave but something held him back. Looking down at the wolf standing over his legs licking at the bulge only made it worse as he felt his member stiffen underneath his pants. He moaned out softly, did he really desire Moon like this, he was confused but couldn't get himself to stand up and just ended up sitting there letting out soft moans of pleasure as Moon investigated her newfound lump. She listened to his moans she kept at the lump, some times licking and sometimes nudging. But nothing come out of his clothes but something moved still moved under there. Also she could feel heat rediating from it. She looked up at him, "What is wrong have I hurt you or is something else hurting you." she was confuse as she whined. Also as she whined she realised that she recogni9sed something in the way Mac's smell had changed but couldn't work out what it was. He swallowed again as she stopped and looked up at him with a questioning whine, he wasn't sure what to say or how to act, not even sure what she was implying, was she urging him on whine as she wanted to get down beneath the pants or was that his imagination, his breathing seemed to return to normal as she stopped for a moment. He reached down to pet the side of her head softly "i'm not sure what you're trying to say Moon and i'm not even sure i should let it go this far, we are after all two different species" he looked down at her not sure if she understood. She let him pet the side of her head, listening to what he had to say. "What does being to different species have to do with a lump............" she had started to growl but had stopped as things started to sink in. Looking down at the lump again and then at him. "The smell, the lump. You want to mate, but but" she whined moving closer to him sitting higher on his legs. She came nose to nose with him. "I am confused" To his surprise it seemed that she understood what he was talking about, he smiled softly at her as she looked confused "s'why i said it wasn't for you girl" he looked around and sighed softly preparing to get up "Maybe i should get going eh, this turned out a little ackward didn't it" he chuckled softly and petted the side of her head for a few more moment. She watched him smile and she was more confused. Closeing her eyes as he petted her she thought of what he was saying and what had happened. So he wants to mate but yet it's not for her, so there for he didn't want to mate with her. Did he want one of the other humans, one of the keepers. what made it more confusing was that she had enjoyed the petting and cuddling and she also saw him as pack. This was giving her a sore head, she gave a huff. He looked down at her as he was about to stand up, she seemed to be utterly confused and it was as if she reacted to what he said, understanding him but not understanding the situation. He tilted his head and wanted to try something "Moon, can you understand me somewhat?" he said looking at her "if you can then growl or soemthing" he chuckled slightly as he didn't really believe in what he was doing but what the hell... Opening her eyes she looked up at him as he addressed her. "I understand most of what you say, but I am still confused," she growled at him and then huffed. "Maybe it's time to lay down" she said to herself as she stood standing eye to eye with him. He blinked with surprise, she whined and growled as he finished talking, could it be that she really did understand even more than he thought she did. Amazing... He sighed and looked up at her, his bulge still present however dimishing, "sometimes males can't really control how their body reacts thats what caused this, never experienced something like that before?" he brushed her fur feeling slightly weird as he talked to the wolf. After looking at her for a few moments he then continued "but you are a very beatutiful wolf indeed" "So your body just reatacted to pets and cuddles." she remarked even though she knew he couldn't understand her she didn't mention anything in regard to experienceing something like that before, she had but this was the first human that she had been close to that had reacted this way to her as far as she knew. She gave him a lick though when he said she was a very beautiful wolve. "Your not so bad yourself for a human." she said with a laugh. Mac chuckled the smile like expression on her face as she gave him another lick and causing another shiver. His hand ran back over her head and down the side of her neck "you don't seem nearly as confused anymore, thats good". He tilted his head looking at her eyes, still amazed at the wolf and how much she seemed to understand. "I understand a little better." she tilted her head to the side with him just to tease. She understood that he was shocked that she understood him but as far as she knew all furries, well at least the ones she knew could understand humans it just didn't seem to work the other way around. He reached out and ruffed up her headfur as she tilted her head to the side and gave her a teasing little shove as if to get her into a playful mood again after all this seriousness. "You're a litlle punk wolf thats what you are" he said with a wide smile "careful or i'll end up beating you in one of our small wrestles" She gave a playful yelp as he ruffled and pushed her away. Then she stood her ground, "I don't think so I can beat you any day." She growled her challange to him. "Your not so tough!" she huffes at him and turns her back pretending to ignore him. He smirked at her as she growled at him and as she turned her back on him he pounced her with the growl she tought him, gripping her around her stomach and rolling over on his back holding her against his torso with her legs up in the air. Giving another yelp as he tackled her, she knew it had been coming and she approved of his growl. As he held her on her back, her legs up in the air kicking as she sqirmed against him. Trying to fight free. Chuckling he pretended to lose his grip on her and let her jump up out of his grip, leaving him behind on the ground. He grinned at her "oh yeah, big bad wolf" he stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. When she felt his grip lossen she jumped from his grip and spun looking at him as he stuck his tongue out at her she leaped forward licking his face again. "I am a bad wolf." she laughed. He almost didn't have time to blink as Moon spun around and leapt at him, tackling him somewhat pushing him back against the ground beneath her and licked his face. He squirmed around pretending to be disgusted while chuckling out throwing his head from side to side beneath her. With he paws on his chest it was difficult to raise his arms to push her off so he settled for squirming about. "You can squirm all you want, but I got you." She growls between licks . "You know you like it," she laughes. She stops licking him and looks down at his face. "I beat you." Mac moved his arms up to cover his face while chuckling out before peeking out as she began growling at him teasingly, another incoming lick made him lift his arms back up quickly trying to shield himself. As she stopped licking and growled at him he let his guard down and looked up at her with a warm smile. He couldn't believe how much he actually enjoyed spending time with the wolf and how amazed he still was at the fact that she understood so much of what he said and did. His thoughts drifted back somewhat to the event that took place only 10 minutes or so ago, maybe it wouldn't be all as bad as he thought even though it was tabo. He brushed the thought away and growled teasingly up at her "okay okay i give... for now" “I know you do, because I am a better hunter than you,” she growled back and gave a bob of her head. She smiled down at him; she was really enjoying her time with Mac. He played with her when some of the other keepers, well there were one or two that thought she was a nuisance and always getting under there feet. She couldn’t help that she liked to play her first keeper had always played with her and since then she had continued to play. Lowering her face she gave him a nuzzle again and whined “Thank you for playing with me.” Running his hands down her sides stroking her soft fur, he tilted his head and smiled up at her as she growled at him while nuzzling up against him "Such a pretty wolf" he breathed out as he felt the brush of her soft fur against his neck again. Her fur was incredible, so soft and silky like, so much in fact that most would be surprised by touching her he'd thing. His hands continued their stroking up and down her sides and back, running all the way down to her rump and back up towards her neck again. She nuzzled him more as he rubbed her down, "Thank you,"she whined. She leaned against him as he stroked her. "You could be a wolf, you growl like one, you play like one and you like pats." She gave him a gentle lick and then smiled at him. "You look good for a human and I have seen alot of humans pass my encloser. YOu one of the best." Then she gave him a sheepish look it wasn't as if he could undersdtand anything she had said. "How do you tell a human you they look good when they don't under you?" she huffed. Shivering at the lick he smiled at her growling and whimpering, not sure why she was making all the noises but figured it had something to do with the recent compliment. He pulled her down to rest against his chest once again, letting him enjoy the warmth of the wolf as his fingers dug into her fur giving her a firm petting, from her neck to her sides and down to her rump before taking the same route back, Moon closed her eyes as he pulled her closer and rested agaisnt him. She gave her wolf purr as he ran his hands down her body. He really knew how to pet her, it felt good how he dug his hands in deep. She felt his heartbeat under her and how hers was slighty faster than his. He breathed out heavily as her body vibrated against his, the soft fur warming him up as they were lying cuddled up. He too could feel her hearbeat and even though faster than his, the recent licking and purr like growl had caused a significant increase of pace in his heartbeats. He leaned up and nuzzles into her as if he was a wolf, burring his nose in her fur. She felt his heart increase and purred/growled as he returned her nuzzling. As he burred his face in her furr she felt his breath running through her furr and against her skin which sent shivers through her. He smiled to himself as he made her shiver and shifted somewhat to move his head to her muzzle giving ger nose a quick lick before brushing his cheek against the sides of ger muzzle. His one hand slides down ger body and begins concentrating on petting her muscled rump while nuzzling up against ger. Opening her eyes as he moved she was suprised when he licked her. She recoved from her shock as he rubbed his face against hers. She rubbed hers along his aswell. Then as one of his hands stayed around her rump, she pulled back slightly to look at him and then smiled and rubbed slightly against him and licked him. Letting out a soft moan at the rubbing of her fur and the wet tongue running over his skin, Mac slowly felt his body react to her attention once again, this time not entirely against his will. His hands gripping her rump and massaged the fur thoroughly while leaning up burrowing his head in the fur of her neck. She growled deeply as he gripped her rump and burried his head in her fur. The warmth radiating from him seeped through her fur warming her skin. Moving slightly so she was could get closer to him. She rubbed against him she tilted her head slightly so that her fur rubbed against his face. He groaned out in pleasure as she rubbed against him, the fur so perfectly soft against his skin that it made him shiver. He nuzzled into her neck for a few moments longer, enjoying the feel of her ´rubbing back against him before lifting his head up to her ear softly whispering "Moon.... w-would you accept as your... as your mate?" he pulled away to look into those two deep pools waiting for her "answer". Looking down at him, she considered what he asked. She had never known of a furry taking a human as a mate, but being this close to Mac she wanted it. He made her feel good and payed attention to her. Yes she wanted to be his mate, she wanted to mate with him. "Yes" she said and rubbed her nose against his and then pulled back to look down at him again. He slloked at at her waiting as she suddenly barked softly and robbed her nose against his, his knew what the nose rubbing meant between wolves and slightly wide eyed he looked up at her. She had accepted, she had understood and accepted. He leaned up and gave her a tight hug pressing her beautiful canine body against his and gave the side of her muzzle a big, loong kiss, before smiling up at her. She smiled as he hugged and kissed her, she licked him in return. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she whined softly and full of concern. Then shakes her head, she didn't want him to get the wrong idea it was just that she wanted him to be sure about it and not going along with what his body wanted. Hearing her whimper he reached up and rubbed his nose against hers, his hands sliding over her body pulling her tighther against him and caressing her body. Running down her flanks, over her back and down to grip her rump firmly once again while pulling back from the nose rub to slip out his tongue and give her another comferting lick. She felt comforted as he rubbed his nose against hers, but it wasn't until he held her tight and run his hands down her that she knew it would be okay. She licked his tongue as licked her, she placed her paws on his shoulder. He blinked somewhat surprised with her quick change as she suddenly licked his tongue back as if kissing him and pushed him back against the ground as her paws pressed down on her shoulders. He looked up at her with a smile, his hands continuing the petting of her body, one running down her hindleg teasingly. She snapped playfully at him as he ran his hand down her hindleg. Then started to lick his face and then his neck. She gave him slow long licks up his neck and then small little flicks of her tongue. Watching him as she did this her tail swaying back and forward slowly. He chuckled at her playful snap and withdraw the hand to let it slide in under her stomach and rub up and down her. He moaned out as the tongue ran over his skin, tilting his head back enjoying the feel of it against him, the paws on his shoulders effective holding him down as she stood above him. He lifted his head to lean up and place his lips against her muzzle in an ackward kiss. She closed her eys as he rubbed up and down her stomach and she whined while pressing her body against his moving hand. Opening her eyes as he raised her head to kiss her. She smiled at him she wanted to copy him and kiss him the way humans do but she couldn't manage it even though she tried with little sucess, so she let him kiss her enjoying it. Smiling at her reaction to his hand petting her stomach he intensified it somewhat, digging his fingers into her fur to scritch her skin hidden beneath the soft fur. His other hand slid up her back up to her head where he let it slide down and caress the side of her head and muzzle while pressing his lips against hers. It was a strange feeling kissing a wolf like this but in a good way, it sent shivers down through his body as he felt her return it. As Mac dug deeper reaching her skin she whined in pleasure at the scritching and rubbed her head against the hand he rested on the side of her head. She felt the shiver run through him and against her body. This set off a shiver in her own body making her fur stand on end. Removing her paws from his shoulders she pulls away from his kisses reluctantly and looked down at him as she rested her paws on either side of his head. Still leaning against him she gave a purr/growl that vibrated inside her and along her body. Feeling her body shiver at his touch made him smile to himself, letting him know that she was indeed enjoying his touch. Mac tilted his head somewhat as she shifted, placing her paws on either side of his head but didn't have to wait long for the answer to what she was doing as the loud purr like growl sent waves of pleasurable vibreations through both their bodies, causing him to moan out, this time it was his turn to feel his hairs stand on end. Breathing heavily he looked up at her as the growl faded, waiting a few moments before growling out himself, the growl that she taught him earlier. Moon smiled as he moaned, she was happy that she now knew that his moans didn't mean he was sick and was in fact happy. She liked it when he moaned it ment she was doing something right, she also liked the way it sounded. As he returned her growl and it vibrated through her she smiled and closed her eyes slightly enjoying the vibrations, her eyes laying back against her head and whined. Giving him a slow lick once he had finished growling. Let his eyes feast on the wolf enjoying his fake growl as the vibrations moved through both of them. He smiled at her she opened her eyes once again and reached down to give him another lick, this time he slid his tongue out to meet hers and not the other way around, he could feel the rough texture of her tongue against his, so very similar to a human except only more rough. He murred out as the feeling of their tongues meeting and lifted himself up to kizz her muzzle once again. The feel of his tounge on hers as he met her lick with his own, sent shivers and heat down her body. He had a soft tongue she was afraid her rough one might hurt his but he didn't seem to mind her tongue, so she didn't let it bother her. Licking his tongue until he leaned up and kissed her muzzle again. She liked his kisses and as he kissed her she opened her mouth slightly and with the tip of her tongue she flicked it along his lips slightly. He closes his eyes as he presses his lips against hers, the hand on the side of her muzzle holding her, pulling her gently towards him. The suddenly feel of her muzzle parting and her tongue flicking out over his lips made him moan out against her muzzle before letting his own join in and run along hers teasingly, swirling around it, slowly engaging in an sensual dance around each other. He let it slip into her maw along with her own as he let his tongue explore her mouth, playfully running along her tongue aswell as the sharp canines. The vibrations of his moan agaisnt her muzzle made her whine in response which turned into her purr/growl when his own tongue joined her. Playing with his tongue with her own, this was new to her in fact all of this was but she was enjoying it greatly. She stilled when she felt his tongue in her mouth and it moved around in there running along her sharp teeth. She didn't want him to stop but she didn't want to hurt him so she statyed still enjoying his exploration. Her eyes closed. Feeling her whine and growl in response to his lips against her and his tongue playing around hers made him smile as he kissed her. If felt so weird and still so amazing, to be kissing her like this, but right now his thoughts didn't linger at that for ever long as turned his attention back into kissing Moon. He pulled his tongue back somewhat, letting it roll around hers again, withdrawing slightly from her maw to lick over her softly furred lips, urging her tongue to follow. Slowly she started to play with his tongue again making sure to not move her mouth to much. Then hers followed his as it left the inside of her mouth and lingered on her lips. As he licked her lips she licked the underside of his tongue. Between licks she whined, "teach me." And then went back to licking his tongue. He shivered as he felt her tongue lick up and down the underside of his own before she whimpered, he wasn't sure if she whimpered because he pulled his tongue away from her maw or because his own mouth was closed so she couldn't try the same thing. As he wasn't sure he slowly opened his mouth, giving her the chance to try it out, waiting to see if she would. She watched as he opened his mouth to her and as she continued to lick his tongue she considered what to do. Then slowly she moved closer licking his lips and then slowly moving her tongue into his mouth. Gently so not to hurt him with her rough tongue she stared to run her tongue along first the top of her mouth and then the sides. She ran it along his teeth which where no where near as sharp as hers. Also she found she liked the taste of Mac's mouth. He breathed out heavily as he felt her tongue slid into his mouth, beginning to explore as it ran over his teeth and sides of his mouth. The hand that had been resting against her muzzle slowly ran down her body instead seeing as she eagerly pressed forward against his lips. Scritching her skin along the way his hand made it's way to her rump, caressing it gently before carefully nudging her tail, making sure she didnt object or seem bothered by his touch. She continued to let her tongue play in his mouth as she let her mind follow his hand down her body with his hand. Her eyes closed as he scritched all the way down. Her tail slowly swaying back and forwards as he gently caressed her rump. Then she felt him nudge her tail and felt a jolt of excitement at that simply touch, purr/growling wanting him to continue. At hearing her joyful growl in reaction to his nudging of her tail he slowly moves his hand further down, slipping beneath the fluffy tail and running over her fur covered sex. As his fingers explore her he feel that hidden beneath the fur of her legs thats hiding her moist sex, she is pretty furless around the entrance. Teasingly letting his fingers rub over herr exposed lips he continues the passionate kiss, letting her continue the exploration of his mouth. Starting to lick his mouth harder in anticipation as her ran his hand under her tail and over the fur hiding her sex. Then she gave a yelp as she felt his fingers rubb against her lips in her hidden spot now exposed. She had pulled her tongue back as she had yelped but soon she was back to kissing him. Pressing her body closer to his she purr/growled as he teased her down there. Gasped somewhat as she began to lick harder and pressing down at him, almost feeling as though as was mauling him, but in such an amazing way, feeling her canine muzzle pressed against his lips and her rough tongue exploring the depths of his mouth as she pleased while he gently rubbed over her sex. His fingers pushed softly against your entrace, letting a digit slide into you carefully not wanting to hurt and irritate you. She heard his gasp and went a little softer but only alittle. Feeling him push gently on her entrance she stopped licking him as she felt one of his fingers slide into her. Growling in pleasure she looked down at Mac coming nose to nose with him. After a couple of second of just looking at him eyes she rubbed the side of her face against his. Leaning up to meet her he brushed his nose against hers before she moved her head down to rub up against him. He let out a soft moan at the touch of her fur once again brushing against his skin, and he began sliding the finger in deeper, slowly but steadily, until his entire finger disapeared into her sex, he held his hand like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of her warm wet sex around his finger before pulling it back, almost pulling it all the way out, only leaving the tip inside her before pushing forward again driving it all the way into her as he began to get into a steady rythem of pulling back and pushing back into her. Her whine joined his moan as he slide his finger deeper into her. She had never had anything let alone a human finger enter her this way. IT felt strange but so good. She almost growled in dissapointment when it seemed like he was going to remove his finger. But when he pushed his finger in again her growl turned into a whine. Slowly as he set a rythem of in and out she started to go with that rythem rubbing against him pushing her self down on his finger as she did. She had her eyes closed enjoying this feeling, rubbing her face along his still then moving down so she rubbed against his neck. Smiling to himself as he could see and hear her pleasure as he slowly let his finger pump into her sex. Feeling her rock back against his finger, slowly getting into the rythem, he let his free hand slide along her body, combing through her fur until it reached the side of her neck, slowing down into a gentle rubbing of her neck before running down over her shoulder reaching her chest, rubbing it tenderly and digging his fingers into the fur, scritching her as she nuzzled up against him while rocking back on the finger burried in her sex.As he felt her sex become more and more moist he ligned up a second finger and on the next forward push let it sink into her warm embrace. Tilting her neck to the side, still nuzzling his neck as he run his hands up to her neck. She loved the way he combed her the feeling of his finger running through her fur sending shiver through her again. Then when he moved his hand to her chest, scritching and rubbing she arched her back, so that her chest would stick out more into his hand. She thought this was brillant until she felt him add another finger, she growled in extasy as she felt her body start to tingle all over. Continueing to rock, now pushing down on two fingers she continued to growl her whole body vibrating as she does. Growled out teasingly against her as he felt be body begin vibrating at the addition of another finger into her sex. He shifting slightly beneath her, to get into a better position, letting him turn his head and nuzzle into her muzzle and neck, letting his tongue slip out and run along her lips as she growled out in extasy. His hand on her chest, scritching against her, slowly slid down beneath her front legs and continue down under her, his fingers digging into her belly fur as he let it brush up and down her heaving belly. His fingers in her began working faster, the time between the thrust decreasing and the power increasing as he began to pump harder and faster into her. She wanted to laugh at his growl but currently her vocal cords were busy expressing how much pleasure she was getting from this. Opening her mouth slightly at his kiss she ran her tongue along her own lips and then along his tongue. But she soon stop as she felt him going faster and harder inside of her. Between that and his fingers digging into her belly fur she felt her body stiffen, the muscles inside her sex clamping down on his fingers and she then felt herself start to spasm. She howled as an wave of pleasure and extasy washed over her as she orgaismed. He moaned out against her tongue as she returned his kiss, once again letting their tongues intertwine. His hand under her belly scritches harder as they kissed, it was obvious that he also felt pleasure from this, his own body shivering softly against her fur. He felt another moan escape his lips as the walls of her sex began clamping down around his fingers, squeezing them so tightly as her body began spasming, it didn't take long until she let out a howl making it obvious what was going on. When he felt her cumming around his fingers he increased his pace and speed even more quickly pounding his fingers into her soaking tunnel wanting to add to the orgasmic pleasure she felt rippling through her body. His moans againsts her kept her spasming. Panting as the feeling was just ending when she felt it hit her again as he increase the pace and speed. She howled again as wave upon wave of extasy hit her. Burring her head into his neck as her body continued to spasm. She had never felt anything like this before it was new it was brillant and she didn't want it to end. Surigi looked up to the air and sniffed. She could smell the clear scent of arousal in the air and meowed loudly. The tigress got up and started walking around her enclosure, her mewling growing louder and louder, as if wanting to see what was going on. After making sure everyone was where they should be, except for Mac, Mario walked back towards the offices. He stopped, seeing Surigi pacing nervously and meowing. He raised an eyebrow, then jingled his keys to get her attention. He felt and heard her cum again, her entire body trembling against his as he didn't let up but instead added another finger. As he pulled back from thrusting into her, he let the third move up and align with her sex and his other two fingers before pushing in again. Ramming his fingers into her again he this time let them spread out and wiggle them around inside her, guessing that she had probably never felt something like that before.Bringing his free hand up from her belly to the side of her head he guided her into a kiss, letting his tongue run along hers. "Oh" she howled as she felt his third finger enter her, streaching her sex. Digging her paws into the ground above his shoulders as she panted, while he wiggled his fingers inside her. "Oh, oh oh," she whined as she cum again, her body continously trembling now. She had never thought that having a mate would lead to pleasure like this, who knew fingers could make her feel this way and could be used for more than scritching. Letting him guide her into another kiss, she eagerly met his tongue with her own. Running her rough tongue unfer his and then over his, whimpering in pleasure and then howling again as she cums again. Surigi looked up at Mario, mewling up at him. "I can smell arousal!" She said, knowing that he didn't understand her. "I wanna go see what's going on! It smells like it's getting good!" The tigress meowed. Mario raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "What's the matter girl? Someone making babies?" He teased, realizing she could understand but that she couldn't communicate. He reached down, and gently pet her behind her ears, then stretched. Mac worried slightly that the many loud howls of pleasure would attract attention but at least they were hidden from the public as they lay in the private part of the enclosure, where Moon could go when she had too much of the crowd, however the trembling and cumming wolf above him quickly made him lose his line of thought and returned only to think about pleasuring her.This three fingers pumped into her fast, now sinking in all the way to his knuckles as they squirmed about inside her wet pussy. He murred loudly against her tongue as she returned his kiss until she howled out next to his head in pleasure, he was amazed at how many times she came in such a short time, it must really be something she never felt before the squirming fingers. She heard his words and nodded, mewling louder up at him. Of course, his petting hand made her purr softly, nuzzling his hand gently before pulling from him and heading to the door leading to the playing area. She knew that all the exhibits were connected to this area, and wanted to find out who exactly were getting so aroused. Moon didn't know if she coulded continue like this, she was panting so much that she couldn't make any other noise than whine. Her heart was racing and still she couldn't beleive the feelings she was feeling. Laying her full weight against him because she couldn't hold herself up any more with out wobbleing. Licking him gently she opened her eyes and was nose to nose with him looked into Mac's eyes. Mario laughed, and nodded. "Alright, alright. Half a minute, kitty." He pulled out his keys, and unlocked Surigi's door. Then he stepped in, and followed her over to the play area, and unlocked it. He let her go inside, and followed her slowly, watching her run around. Surigi ran around, sniffing everywhere before finding the door leading to Moon's enclosure. She turned to Mario and mewled loudly, nudging the door. Her tail wavered, wanting to see what was going on, even though she knew very well what it was. He watched to spasming wolf intensy, not taking his eyes off her as she whined out in pleasure while orgasm after orgasm hit, before collapsing down onto him and pressing her nose against his with a lick. "Seems you like a humans touch" he smiled up at her his let his free paw run up over her back to scritch the fur behind her ears before running down to the side of her head.Leaving his fingers in her convulsing pussy for a few more moments before he pulled them out of her warm embrace. dragoon001914 said: Surigi ran around, sniffing everywhere before finding the door leading to Moon's enclosure. She turned to Mario and mewled loudly, nudging the door. Her tail wavered, wanting to see what was going on, even though she knew very well what it was. Click to expand... Mario raised an eyebrow, then looked at Surigi. "Well, what did you find? And no, I'm not letting you in with the wolf. Cats and dogs, remember?" Smiling as she lay there breathing heavy, she replied. "yes, I liked it before now I like it even better." Closing her eyes while he scritched her behind the ear. Enjoying even a simply touch from him. She was worn out, not even a game of chase had worn her out this much. She felt him remove his fingers from her and opened her eyes again and looked at him. "Thank you, for giving me this feeling of pleasure." She licked him again, when suddenly she heard the sound of some one at the door that led to the play area. Raising her head she looked in the direstion of the door her ears perking up. Surigi meowed up at Mario. "But I can smell sex!" She whined, nudging the door. "And I wanna see! Why do you have to be such a butt?" She pouted up at him, whining. Mario raised an eyebrow at the tigress' insistence, and then sighed. "Alright, alright. But don't actually go inside." He unlocked the door, and then stepped back. He smiled at her as he petted and scritched her while she whimpered and whined, in pleasure and exhaustion. He returned her soft lick with one of his own, nuzzling up against the side of his neck untill she suddenly lifted her head and looked towards the gate of her enclousure, she had obviously heard something. Looking in the same direction as her he tried to listen but couldn't ear anything himself "someone coming girl?" She heard Surigi meowing at someone and then the sound of Mario's voice and the gate and the door opening. Looking back at Mac, "We have company, Surigi and Mario are coming." Slowly she got up and slightly wobbly she sat down next to Mac. Looking in the direction of the door, were she smelt Surigi. He chuckled softly "my very own guarddog" and pushed himself up on his elbows still lying on his back, looking up at Moon who moved to sit at his side looking towards the gate before turning his head in the same direction wondering who was entering though the playgrounds, usually that entrance was never used to enter the enclosures, at least it had to be one of the keepers. She gave Mario a hiss before running inside. She stopped a couple yards from Moon and mewled softly, sniffing the air. She looked at the wolf warily and made sure her body language said she wasn't going to do anything if the wolf didn't. Surigi mewled at them. "I smell arousal. What're you two doing?" She asked, knowing that Mac couldn't understand her, but wondered if Moon could. Mac blinked wide as he suddenly saw Surigi comming running into the enclosure, sitting up alittle more, his arms stretched out below his shoulders holding him up while he looked up at Surigi, then at Moon and then back to Surigi, not sure how the two would react when in the same enclosure and not wanting to find himself caugt up in a fight between the two. Mario rolled his eyes, then sighed, and followed Surigi into the cage. He looked at Moon for a moment, then saw Mac, and raised an eyebrow. "Did she have you playing fetch again?" Moon tilted her head to the side and looked at Mac, "Why would I need to guard you from Mario and Surigi. Have they hurt you before?" she growled and then turned her attention back as Surigi entered her enclosure. Moon watched Surigi as she stopped and noticing her body language, Moon resettled herself also showing she had no intention of starting anything. When the tiger spoke she smiled at her, "Welcome to my enclosure Surigi, have you come to play? Mac has been showing me what he can do with his hand." Moon said with a smile still on her face and her tail swaying back and forward brushing against Mac in her delight to have people in her home. Tilting his head he looked up at Mario and nodded "yea she loves playing fetch as you know" he lowered his eyes to Moon as she stood there swaying her tail back and forth before looking over at Surigi, the two actually didn't seem to mind each others company but it was still a somewhat bad idea to bring Surigi in here he thought, you could never know how they'd react "Whats Surigi doing in here though?" Surigi stepped closer to Moon and smiled. "Oh, I think I know what he was doing with his hand!" She said with a purr. "Let me guess, he rubbed you on your private spot?" The tigress giggled and sat. "I bet you liked it too!" Mario raised an eyebrow, watching the reactions of the two exhibits. Then he shrugged, and turned to Mac. "They took care of getting the new kid to the vet." Moon smiled at Surigi with a look of pleasure. "You would be right on both counts. I never knew fingers could be used like that!" Leaning forward she growled curiously "Has any one ever done that to you?" Surigi shook her head and giggled. "No, but I do like to tease others though." She said with a warm smile. "And people say dogs and cats can't get along! Perhaps you'd like me to use my fingers on you some time?" "I never believed that for a second about cats and dogs." Moon sniffed slighty then took in what Surigi said next. Leaning forward she tilted her head at the tiger, "You can do that and not be mates?" Moon was learning so much today. Mac chuckled slightly as the two stood growling and mewling at each other seemingly debating something heavily. Sighing heavily he pushed himself off the ground and stood up while running a hand up over Moon's back before patting her flank gently. Surigi giggled and nodded. "Of course you can." The tigress purred. "It's a great way to make sure your friends are happy, and I'd love for us to be friends!" The white tigress said, leaning in close and nuzzling Moon softly. "And you smell really nice too." Mario raised an eyebrow, watching the two talk to each other in their language. Then he shrugged, and turned to Mac. "We should probably set up full checkups for the entire population. It's about that time of the year for most of them anyways." Moon turned quickly to look at Mac as he stood and rubbed along her back and patting her flank, giving him a quick lick on the hand she turns back to look at Surigi for the answer to her question. As the tigress nuzzled her she thought on what she said and retuned the nuzzling, "I would like to be your freind as well Surigi, can we be freinds?" Mac nodded while looking down at the Surigi and Moon as the nuzzled up against each other still somewhat puzzled by the acceptance they had for each other. "Yeah your probably right" he tilted his head slightly "Wow, these two are getting along pretty well, never imagined that" Mario shrugged. "I think they're more intelligent than we give them credit for." Surigi mewled happily as Moon nuzzled her back and licked the wolf's muzzle softly. "Thanks!" She said happily. "So what would you want to do?" Surigi asked with a soft purr. "You wanna run around and play?" As Surigi licked her Moon whined slightly smiling. At the mention of running around and playing Moon's ears stood up and she yelped playfully. "I would like that very much," Moon rose to her feet and took of running looking over her shoulder at Surigi, she ran past Mac and Mario. He chuckled and leaned back against one of the trees in the enclosure "oh i'm sure they are" he said with a smile as he began watching the two run around and play. Mario stretched. "I've been thinking we should make them take IQ tests. But we'd have to set it up in a way so that they wouldn't know it's a test and get bored." Surigi didn't hear them talk, only chasing after Moon with a loud meow and a smile. She ran right behind the wolf, playfully nipping at her tail and flanks as they ran around her enclosure. Moon didn't pay attention to the two humans she was having to much fun with the tigeress. She felt her playfully nipping at her tail and flanks, moon yelped playfully and leap forward. Then spinning around she turned to face Surigi growling and smiling at the same time. Surigi made a sudden stop when Moon turned around and grinned at her. "Having fun?" She purred, lowering the front of her body and her tail lashing in a playful manner. "I sure am!" Moon's tail swished back and forwards. "Yes I am," she whined in response. Lowering herself down close to the ground. Then she ran at Surigi turning at the last momment and runing to the side and spinning to turn and face her again. Surigi meowed loudly in happiness and pounced at Moon, landing in front of the wolf. She purred deeply and circled around her. "It's been a while since I had fun with another like me!" Moon watched Surigi circle her staying still her head following her. "We should get Mario or Mac or one of the others to let us play more. I like that you like playing and not think I am silly," she replied. When Surigi went past her Moon snapped playfully at her tail, smiling. Surigi's tail pulled back when Moon snapped at it, only to rub against the wolf's side. "I'd love that." She said with a deep purr. "I don't think you're silly at all anyway. Cute, but not silly." Moon growled in pleasure as Surigi's tail brushed up against her. "Thank you, I think your pretty. I will tell you a secret, I am envious of your feline grace and such. I think I am to rough and awkward." Surigi looked at her, and chuckled. "Oh no, you shouldn't be jealous of me!" The tigress said with a smile. "Being rough can be a alluring aspect." She purred, grinning at Moon. "And you're not awkward at all! You just need a pack, so your movements look more fluid." Surigi said. "Besides, being awkward can be cute." "Do you think awkward is cute?" Moon smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Mac says they might be getting other wolves, so I will have a pack. But I already have a pack everyone here is my pack." Moon moved closer to Surigi, "Your part of my pack aswell," she said as she walked past the tigress rubbing along her as she went past her and then back again up the other side. Surigi purred and smiled, rubbing up against Moon as the wolf rubbed against her. "Really? Thank you for that Moon." She said happily. "I bet we can be best friends!" The tigress said. "I would like that," she growled in the back of her throat. Standing beside Surigi she smiled, "we all need a pack and freinds and mates, well at least wolves do. Though my pack is a little strange." She said looking over at the two human and then back at Surigi. She grinned and pressed up against Moon, purring and licking her neck softly. "I hope we can run around and play everyday!" She whispered, pressing the side of her breast against Moon's. "I think we could have a lot of fun together!" Moon closed her eyes as Surigi licked her neck growling in the back of her throat. "So do I," she whines as she feels the tigress pressed against her, in particular there breasts pressed together. Opening her eyes she licked her on the muzzle. Surigi purred gently. "You know, if you ever want to know what exactly I can do, just ask and I'll be happy to please." She said with a wink and licking her back. "Don't worry, if you ever get nervous just say so and I'll stop." Moon looked at Surigi curiosity filling her eyes, "Does the things you do involve more playing?" she asked. "Or is it more like what Mac did?" a smile appeared on her face with just thinking of the pleasure Mac had given her. "Mmm, more of what Mac did." She whispered with a wide grin. "I'm sure you'd like that. My fingers rubbing against you?" The tigress giggled softly. "I can also use other things, like my tongue." She said, purring deeply. A tingle ran through Moon's back as Surigi purred. "Oh yes," her eyes going slightly wide at the mention of using other things and the mention of using her tongue. "Could you also teach me?" She giggled and nodded. "I would be happy to!" Surigi said with a large smile, nuzzling Moon softly. "I'll teach you anything you want to know Moon." The tigress said happily. "Oh yay," Moon said closeing her eyes as Surigi nuzzled her. "There is a lot I would like to learn." Moon was happy Mario had let Surigi into visit her. Then a question occured to the wolf. "Surigi, do you have a mate?" She shook her head. "I do not." She said. "My kind, felines, we do not take mates. When we go into heat we mate with whomever is willing many, many times." Surigi said to Moon. "And our kittens usually have different fathers because of our going into heat." "Oh," Moon said opening her eyes, "So that means you would eventually have lots of mates, sort of." She looked puzzled and then smiled as if agreeing with something in her mind. "That dosn't sound like such a bad thing." Surigi shrugged. "Nope. Gives me lots of playmates." She said with a large grin before licking Moon's snout softly. "So Moon, what would you like to do now? I can always go and come back later, if you'd like." "That means the fun would end, but I don't know." Moon said as she looked at Surigi and then over at Mac and Mario and then back a the tigeress. "Stay," moon whined and started to lick Surigi gently around her mouth. She gave a very soft moan and licked her back, along the wolf's muzzle and neck. "Mmm, true." Surigi said, nuzzling Moon. "What would you like to do then?" She asked with a soft purr. "Perhaps I can teach you some things about pleasure?" "Oh, please," Moon moaned as she started to nuzzle Surigi's neck and gently licking her. She pressed herself against the tigress. She smiled and nodded, turning over. "So Moon, you do know where a female like s to be touched I hope." Surigi said, moving her legs open a bit, showing off a few slivers of her pink slit. Watching as she turned over she set her mind to learning what she as told. "I like to be touched every were, but you mean down there don't you?" Moon said looking as Surigi's body, catching glances at her slit. She purred and nodded. "Yes." Surigi said, pointing to her plump breasts. "And here as well. Especially if you play with the nipples!" The tigress said with a wide smile. "Like this," Moon reached forward and gently took Surigi's right breast in her paw and running one off her clawed fingers over her nipple. Watching for how the tigeress reacted to this. Surigi gasped softly and moaned, arching her back as the wolf played with her nipple. "Oh, that's nice..." She purred, her own paw reaching to Moon's breast and pinching her nipple gently. Moon tilted her head and smiled as the tigeress arched her back moaning. As Surigi pinched her nipple she gasped. Enjoying the feel of the tigress's fur under her paw and her touch Moon continued to play with her nipple, then moving to the other one and doing the same same thing. It wasn't long until Surigi's nipples were nice and hard, licking her lips. "Oh yeah, you're better than I thought Moon!" The tigress said, her scent of arousal starting to become evident in the air. Moon felt the tigress nipple harden under her fingers, then an idea came to her. Remembering what Surigi had said about tongues, Moon lowered her head down and gently started to lick the tigress breast and then her tongue over her nipple. Still playing with the other nipple with her fingers. She moaned softly, petting Moon's ears. Surigi looked at the wolf, panting as she grabbed the wolf's paw and put it on her hot slit. "Oh, more of that..." Moon smiled at the petting of her ears. Hesentantly as her paw was placed on Surigi's slit, she started to run her finger along it, feeling the warmth coming from it. She moaned gently, smiling at Moon. "Just like that." She purred softly to the wolf. "Your hand feels like it belongs right there!" The tigress teased gently. Looking up as she licked her nipples smiling up at her. Gently she slipped her finger between her slit continued to rub up and down. Surigi whimpered and rocked her hips, panting and smiling. "Oh, mmm..." She looked up at Moon, grinning. "Oh Moon... rub your slit against mine..." The tigress whimpered, pinching the wolf's nipples. Doing what she was told changed her position so that she was laying agaisnt Surigi. Then she started to rub herself against the tigress, her slit against the tigress's. Moaning as Surigi pinched her nipples. Surigi hissed in pleasure, their clits rubbing against each others. She sat up a bit, fondling Moon's breasts softly as they rubbed their hot cunts against each other. "Oh yes... isn't this wonderful Moon? I'm glad we're friends..." The tigress said, panting. As they rubbed clit on clit, Moon started to moan louder. She hadn't known rubbing like this could cause pleasure like this. "Yes it is," she panted, "I am happy too." She panted and nodded, moaning as her pussy leaked all over their crotches, soaking them both down there. "Oh yes... oh yes!" Moon closed her eyes a let out a loud moan, as she felt Surigi's pussy leak over her. The wetness down there sent a tingle up her spine and she felt her own juices slip from her pussy mixing with the tigress's. The tigeress grunted as they rubbed their pussies together, panting and playing with her breasts before pulling away. Surigi laid back onto the ground and licked her lips. "Put your slit to my mouth." She whispered. Moon almost whimpered as Surigi pulled away. Moon raised an eyebrow at this but did what she was told. Standing up she moved to Surigi's head and kneeled down over her face. Her wet slit right above the tigress's mouth. Surigi grabbed her hips and let her rough, sandpaper like tongue, rub against Moon's pussy. She spread the wolf's pussy lips with two fingers as her mouth dove into her. Moon groaned as she felt the rough tongue on her pussy. Then moaning as she felt her mouth on her. Surigi sucked and nibbled Moon's hot pussy, her tongue being shoved into the wolf's tight pussy. She moaned into other female's cunt, loving the taste of it. "Oh" Moon groaned as she felt Surigi's teeth on her. Then when she felt her tongue into her pussy she howled out slightly. That and the feeling of her moans of her moaning against her cunt made her moans louder as her hole body tingled and and she felt pleasure filling her whole body. She started to lick faster, her tongue rubbing against her pussy lips and clit as she sucked and tongue fucked the wolf, her own cunt dripping in need. Moon felt her body start to spasm as a wave of exctasy hit her as the Surigi went faster. She howled as she orgasimed over the tigeress mouth her body pushed down on her face. Surigi sucked down the wolf's warm cum as it flooded her face, moaning and and purring as the wonderful cunt was in her face. "I bet you liked that." She purred happily. "Oh yes" she whined and moved so she was stradling Surigi's stomach and could see her face. "Thank you," she said leaning down and started licking the tigeress's muzzle, tasting her own cum on her fur. "Let me return the favour." Slowly the wolf started to lick down her body. Surigi panted and nodded softly. "Oh yes, please return the favor!" She whimpered, smiling at the wolf softly. "I hope you can lick my wet cunt clean." Moon smiled as she licked down Surigi's body, spending a little time on her nipples again then continueing down over her stomach. As she went lower she moved so that she was between the tigress's legs. Looking up at her over her body Moon started to lick Surigi's pussy, gently at first. Mario cleared his throat, then turned to Mac. "Imagine that. The first lesbian scene?" Surigi purred and spread her legs for Moon, the tiger's pussy leaking a bit as she rubbed her clit softly. "Oh Moon, that's so good!" Quickly licking what dribbled out Moon pressed forwards slightly, pushing her nose into wet pussy. Then she stuck her tongue in deeper. She moaned, arched her back as her eyes rolled back from the pleasure of the wolf's tongue lapping at her pussy. Surigi shuddered and spread her legs wider for her. "Oh, play with my clit..." She begged softly. Moon liked the sound of Surigi's moan and doing what she was begged to do she gently started to rubb one of her clawed fingers over her clit. As she did this she continued to tongue her pussy. The tigress, gripped her nipples, whimpering and moaning as the wolf rubbed her clit and kept licking her pussy. "Oh yes, that's so fucking good Moon!" Surigi hissed. At the tigress's whimpers and moans Moon started licking hard and faster. Her tail was wagging as she did this, as she whimped against Surigi's lips enjoying the taste of the tigeress. Surigi's back arched as she felt her pussy leaking more and more, her body getting incredibly hot from Moon's mouth. She hissed and purred in pleasure, spreading her legs wider for her. Moon licked up all that leaked from Surigi's pussy. As the tigeress spreads her legs wider, the wolf's long tongue then slipping back into her pussy going deeper rolling around in her hole. Surigi meowed loudly, her orgasm flooding through her body as her hot pussy cream poured out of her and all over Moon's face. She grunted and bucked her hips, panting as she slowly started to relax. "Mew..." She whimpered. Moon felt Surigi come and quickly started licking it all up as fast as she could tring not to miss a drop. When Surigi relaxed, Moon looked up and over the tigeress's body and smiled at her, "did I do good?" She purred and petted Moon's muzzle softly, smiling. "My dear, you were wonderful!" She said happily. "I think we need to see each other more often, you are very, very good!" Moon enjoyed her petting and smiled at Surigi. "That sounds like fun and a good idea." Surigi nodded and pulled Moon closer to her, purring deeply and kissing the wolf's lips softly. "I really, really like you Moon!" She said. "You deserve a very good mate." The tigress said with a wide smile. Moon returned Surigi kiss. "I really like you alot too Surigi."Moon thought for a second and then smiled, "And I hope you find many good mates too. I have to tell you something Surigi, Mac asked if I would be him mate and I said yes." Moon smiled as she shared this news with Surigi. She purred and kissed Moon's nose gently. "That's great to know." She said with a smile. "I hope he pleasures you very well." The tigress said, nuzzling her neck gently. "And of course, we can still have our fun together once in a while." "Yes I would like that alot," Moon said as she let her head fall to the side as Surigi nuzzled her. Then Moon returned started to nuzzle her back. "What about Mario?" "Oh, I might have fun with him too every now and then." She said with a giggle. "But I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I wanted to see you at times." Surigi purred in Moon's ear and licked it gently. Mario cleared his throat from behind them. "Alright, Surigi, I think it's about time we got you back into your abode. Come on." He walked back over to the door, and unlocked it again, swinging it open. Moon laughed as Surigi licked her ear a shiver running down her spine. Then she looked over at Mario and smiled. Rolling over and sitting up she smiled at Surigi, "Thank you for coming to see me." She looked up at Mario and mewled, giving Surigi one last nuzzle and lick before getting up and going over to the zoo keeper. The tigress smiled up at him and nuzzled his thigh softly before heading toward the door to her exhibit. Mario smiled, then nodded, and followed Surigi into her enclosure. He closed the door, locking it, and then turned to look at the tigress. "Did you have fun?" She smiled at him and nodded, meowing loudly. "I sure did!" The tigress said, grinning at Mario and walking over to him. Surigi sat and nuzzled his legs softly. "She was great Mario!" Her cheek moved up slowly to his crotch and she mewled. "But I think I could go for a male too..." Even though he couldn't understand her words, she hoped her actions were clear. Mario smiled, then blinked in surprise as she nuzzled him. The result was that, as he put his hand on her head, he fell backwards, and pulled her with him. He moaned softly, and looked into her eyes. Then he slowly brought his hand up and crooked his finger. She put a paw on his crotch and mewled, licking his cheek gently. Surigi purred softly and smiled as she rubbed her cunt slowly against his leg. The white tigress could feel herself getting wet again as she rubbed his crotch softly. Mario moaned louder, and pulled Surigi closer. He brought one hand up and started gently massaging her breasts, running his fingers through the fur there. Her nipples hardened nicely as she put her pussy right onto his bulge and rubbed, meowing softly and nuzzling him. She was getting incredibly wet and licked his cheek gently. "Oh... I need it so badly." She whined quietly. He leaned his head forward, and gently kissed her nipples. Then he moved his hands down to her arse and started massaging gently. She arched her back and meowed, smiling as he kissed her nipples and massaged her plump rear. She ground her pussy harder against his crotch, nuzzling him and mewling gently. Mario rolled her over slowly, and then looked into her eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He waited for a response, then moved down between her legs and started gently licking. She arched her back and groaned, her hand going to her clit. She rubbed it softly, mewling as Mario ate her out. She pulled from him and turned onto her stomach, raising her hips and meowing at him. Surigi needed his cock in her so badly. Before even thinking about what he was doing, Mario dropped his pants and pressed his length into Surigi. He groaned loudly as he felt her engulf him. She hissed as she felt his thick shaft fill her up, her aching cunt eagerly swallowing his length. "Oh yesss..." The tigress moaned, her claws digging slightly into his shoulders. He put his hands on her hips, and started thrusting hard and fast. The tigress felt incredible, her tight body feeling good under his hands and against his hips as he filled her over and over again with his length. Surigi meowed loudly, her tight pussy happy to have a cock in her. She licked his neck as her hips pumped down onto his cock, her body needing to have his hot cum in her. He thrust harder and faster, getting bigger inside her. He moaned against her neck, and then pressed his lips to hers.

Wild Zoo (IC)

A Romp Through Space [pdragon & Anna Katrine]

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide( Dessa Valtori stood at the bar in a skimpy black dress, barely covering her rear and hanging on her shoulders by a couple of lacy strings. She was already on her third drink and could feel the eyes of the nearby patrons lingering on her. Fe'lizz was an Ybek, a species living on a small moon with dense jungle covering its surface. Once the Ybeks discovered interstellar travel they were surprised to realise, along with the rest of the intergalactic community, that the Ybeks had a special chemical reaction trigger once in contact with pheromones of other species. They would go into an almost uncontrolable heat, giving the Ybek a desire to be with the nearest living thing. It had giving her species quite the reputation across the galaxy. Once that didn't seem to escape her as she was trying to enjoy her drink in peace."These space stations always bring out the creeps" she muttered to herself as she sipped the drink. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan" ( as the girl finished uttering those words, fate decided to make her a fortune teller, as a slimy, moist "hand" landed on her shoulder "hey baby, you're one of those Ybek chicks right? Heard you make for a hell of a screw" a sleazy voice echoed behind her. Glancing over Fe'lizz would be greeted by the sight of a particularly ugly Kanthor, with snot green skin and a gut so wide it probably had its own orbit. "How about you and me get out of this joint and I'll scratch that itch you're probably feelin'" he said, flashing the girl a skeezy grin. Most people, knowing of their conditions, tended to regard Ybeks as "space nymphos" horny sluts that would fuck just about anyone or anything. As such most people didn't really bother with the "gentlemanly" approach when trying to hook up with one, and it was probably the assumption that Fe'lizz would be a guaranteed lay that filled this...thing, with such unwarranted confidence. He was banking on her Ybek hormones making her see past his ugly mug, otherwise he might just be insane and thought he was actually some kind of sex magnet. "so whaddaya say babe?" he asked, leaning in uncomfortably close to the woman."Oi!" a stern, but significantly more feminine and pleasant voice chimed up from behind them. Turning around Fe'lizz and the Kanthor man were greeted by the sight of a tall, blue skinned, maroon haired Zael woman standing before them, an unamused look on her face and a rather sharp looking knife orbiting around her hand, a threatening display of the telekinetic powers the Zael were known for. "You got a good ten seconds to get your hand off my girlfriend and your ass out of this bar before I make all these people witness a man getting flayed alive and ruin their night" she said flatly, a bit of irritation and jealousy bubbling just below to surface of her calm, measured tones, her knife flying up to point at the man, hanging a few inches from his nose, to emphasize her point. Almost instantly the man went pale, and without even bothering for a token apology went scurrying for the door, pursued by a server and a couple bouncers yelling at him to pay for the drinks he ordered.The red headed woman held a stern look on her face as she watched the sleazeball depart, however as soon as he was gone the Zael dropped the facade immediately, erupting into a burst of laughter. "Bwahahhaha...did you see that guy's face? He looked like he might have soiled himself...not that you'd be able to tell the difference with how they normally smell..." she said, catching the knife out of the air and slipping onto the stool beside the Ybek woman, flashing her a sly grin "Sorry for interjecting. I just can't stand watching a slimeball try to move in on a girl so out of his league just because he thinks Ybek's are easy" she explained, motioning for the bartender to come over "Here, let me buy you a drink for the trouble, oi, one glass of Vaskaal's and another one of whatever she's having" she said, calling of her favorite brand of Zaelian brandy. "The name's Amnaris by the way, just call me Amy for short if ya want" she said, holding out the extra drink to the girl "And yours? After all It'd be a tragedy if I didn't know my own girlfriend's name, right?..." she said smoothly, a small chuckle in her throat. Contrary to popular belief, few Ybeks were able to control their attraction to other species. To a degree at least. Fe'lizz was one of them and it allowed her to block out the more vile or disgusting species like the Kanthor man currently trying his best to get into her pants. She could only roll her eyes and hope for someone to interwine. Luckily they were soon interrupted by a beautiful blue skinned Zael woman. Her red hair perfectly contrasted the blue skin and made her stand out like a goddess among regular people. Or maybe it was just the pheremones that made her look that good. Shortly after the Kanthor was driven out of the bar and Fe'lizz graciously took the drink. "Name's Fe'lizz. My friends call me Liz" she said as she sipped from the drink. "Thank you for getting rid of that creep. I usually wait untill they pass out from their drinking" she giggled. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan" ( smirked a bit as the girl took the free drink and gave her her name. "Fe'lizz, beautiful name, though I figure it's only appropriate" she said, taking a sip of her drink before suddenly leaning in a bit closer to the woman "Lizz eh? That's what most people call ya...?" she asked softly, suddenly reaching up to catch the girl under the chin, tilting her head up to look directly into her pale blue eye, other covered by an ornate eye patch, presumably missing. "Well no offense to them, but I'd rather have a name that nobody else gets to call you...makes it a bit more special, don't ya think?" she cooed, gently tracing her thumb across the girl's bottom lip, swiping up a few drops of the girl's drink still hanging on it before pulling back to slowly suck on her thumb. "heh, well I suppose I could call you delicious for one.." she teased, slowly and deliberately licking her lips, clearly not minding the chance to get a more..."direct" taste of those luscious black puckers of hers. "And don't mention it, saving cute girls in sleazy bars is a bit of a hobby of mine..." she boasted, smirking a bit as the woman mentioned usually waiting for guys to drink themselves to sleep, chuckling a bit as she took a long drink from her glass, not even wincing as the hard liquor cascaded down her throat. "Well...just a fair warning now, it'll take a damn long time for me to drink till I'm out, probably longer than this bar'll be open" she said, leaning forward again to teasingly rest a hand on the girl's thigh, right bellow the hem of her dress so she wasn't technically reaching up the girl's skirt, but considering how short the girl's skirt was that still gave her plenty of room to work with "So you may want to start thinking of a different way to deal withme, otherwise I might end up giving you trouble too..." she said with a wink, teasingly caressing the girl's thigh, starting on the outside, but very quickly making a bold move towards her inner thighs. Fe'lizz almost melted when she felt the blue skinned woman lay her hand on her. The way her fingers slowly crawled up her thigh was amazing. She could already feel the hormones building up inside of her. She smirked as she was being pulled to her one eye. "Please miss. I don't want any trouble" she said meekly. "I don't suppose there is any onther way I can keep you from becoming violent?" she asked sleekly, already well aware of what both of them had in mind. She had never been approached like this before. Having a beautiful woman touch her lips like that and tease her afterwards. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan" ( could practically feel the Ybeck girl melting away under her finger tips, an unmistakable heat flushing through the girl's soft, supple thighs. Gods she loved Ybeck girls. Sure there were many, many beautiful races across the universe, but for her they were defiantly right up there in the upper echelon. The beautiful red and black skin freckled with blue birthmarks, the cute little horns, the vibrant, multi-colored eyes that seemed to swirl and dance when they got overloaded with pheremones. Honestly the fact that they were "easy" was just an added bonus as far as Amnaris was concerned, her favorite race just so happened to be a bit easier to take home, and she couldn't possibly see anything wrong with that.When the girl meekly begged not to have any trouble the scarred, but still beautiful Zaelian could only chuckle, running a hand through the girl's dark hair "Well in that case you probably should have just ran away with that Kanthor as soon as you saw me..." she cooed, a mischievous smile on her face as he fingers began exploring up into the dangerous territory beneath the woman's skirt. Though she made sure not to actually touch the girl's crotch, keeping her massaging strictly to the girl's thighs, she was definitely having no problem skirting the edge, tracing her fingertips along the patches of red on the girl's thighs without having to actually see where they were."Sorry Delicious, I've already decided I'm going to be very,veryviolent with you" she said, suddenly dipping her finger into her own drink and seductively spreading the brandy along the girl's soft lips "though if you're a good girl I might just take it easy on you" she cooed, leaning back against the bar and tapping her lips, wordlessly signalling that she wanted the girl to lean over her and give her a nice wet kiss with those booze laced lips of hers. Just like that Fe'lizz gave in to the incredible teasing that the Zael woman had been subjecting her to. Almost as soon as Amnaris had traced her alcohol labeled fingers across her lips she leaned in and forced their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Her long and slender blue tounge poked out of her mouth and forced itself into the Zael's where she began to agressively wrestle with her courter's own tounge. After a good 20 seconds she meekly pulls away, woosy from the pheremones, and almost drooling with their combined spit mixed with brandy. "Please miss, I can be a good girl" she says softly as she looks into her eyes. "Or a bad girl. Whatever you want me to" she adds with a slight smirk. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan" ( didn't take long for Lizz to spring in to action. That was the best part of Ybeck girls, most of them were so used to being bluntly asked to fuck, that if you threw in any kind of seduction at all they went nuts over it, just happy to be chased rather than yanked for once. The blue skinned woman grinned from ear to ear as the girl leaned in, having to press her lithe little body up against hers as Amnaris purposefully leaned back a bit, and planted her lips on hers. Wet, sloppy, and with a hint of Brandy for flavor, exactly how Amy liked her kisses. And as the woman fiercely tried to wrestle her tongue into submission, the Zael woman was more than happy to put up the good fight, grabbing a fistful of the woman's jet black hair as they made out passionately for everyone in the bar to see. There was a mixed reaction amongst those looking on, a few were frustrated to see the cute Ybeck girl they had been eyeing suddenly get swept up in a matter of minutes, while others were more than happy to enjoy the girl on girl show being put on.After a small eternity of passionate spit swapping, Fe'lizz meekly stumbled back, looking like someone had knocked her over the head and sent her dizzy, left drooling from the intense kiss, mostly like from more than one set of lips. As the girl softly pleaded and begged with those amazing technicolor eyes Amnaris felt it would be too cruel to keep this game going any further. If she kept screwing with her anymore the poor thing might work herself up into a heart attack. "well damn, when you put it that way..." Amy said, throwing back the rest of her drink and slyly wrapping an arm around the girl's waist "I think I'll take both" she cooed, deciding she wanted to see both the girl's good and bad side. "Come on, I have a ship up in the hanger, alot more comfortable than this cramped joint" she said, pulling the girl to her side as she started making her way towards the door, flicking the bar tender a credit chit on the way out. Yabeks were hardly strangers to public affection. They were practically the poster children for doing indecent actions in full view. Fe'lizz herself had attended a few orgies despite her young age, so she didn't mind the onlookers one bit. In fact in only turned her on more as she fought for dominance in the Zael's mouth. Once they were done with their first kiss, she could only hum at the words Amnaris spoke. Everything coming out of that woman's mouth sounded sweet like honey to her. "You have your own ship?" she said in amazement as she walked close Amnaris as they walked out of the bar, her black heels clicking as they walked. "You must have a lot of adventures" she remarked still half dizzy from their kiss. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan" ( smirked and chuckled a bit seeing the woman perk up in amazement when she mentioned having a ship. Every girl swooned over that one, Ybeck or not. "Ofcourse, gotta have one when work makes you travel alot. I end up working all over the galaxy, mostly odd jobs and the like, nothing particularly glorious but it keeps food in the belly and gass in the tank" she said, smirking a bit as she gave the girl a playful swat on the ass as they walked "and beautiful women in the bed..." she cooed. "I can show you the ol' captain's chair if you want...that's if we even make it that far, coincidentally the bedroom happens to be on the way" she whispered in the girl's ear, letting her hot breath brush over her, nibbling playfully at her navy blue lobe.A few minutes and two elevator trips later and they were at the space station's port side hangar. Ships and cruisers of all shapes and sizes lined up the various docking bays. Amongst them was a sharp looking cargo ship painted in blue and gold. A bit small compared to some of the jumbo ships flanking it, but more than big enough to be comfortably livable. "There she is. I dubbed her the Blue Wasp back when I first picked her up on Terra, but now a days I just call her 'home'" she said, presenting it before the girl, the entrance ramp extending down with a flick of the woman's wrist, no doubt triggered by her telekinesis. "After you delicious" Amnaris said, guiding the girl up the ramp, getting a nice view of her cute little ass as she followed behind her. Inside the ship was surprisingly spacious, the design very well optimized. "what do you think?" she asked, grabbing the girl around the waist and roughly pulling her up against her, "much worse places to spend the night don't ya think?" she asked teasingly, pulling the girl into another kiss, this time getting to be the one invading Fe'lizzes mouth, working her tongue over like a skilled craftsman working their tools.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Amnaris knew excactly how to turn her on. Going from seductive to playful at the right moments, swatting her tight rear as they walked and sending shivers down Fe'lizz body. All she wanted was more. She wanted to feel the Zael all over her, taking her as her own. Then she saw the ship. A big beautiful ship in sleek modern design which would make anyone with a sense for fashion or pretty things jealous. It was only the more impressive when the ramp extended itself and she walked inside. It was so much bigger on the inside than one would assume. She Fe'lizz didn't have much time to take in the sights before being pulled in close by Amnaris and forcefully kissed. This time however the Ybek simply surrendered to her new lover, letting herself melt away under her touch.When they finally pulled away from eachother, Fe'lizz was completely won over. Her head was dizzy from the kiss and one of the strings holding up her dress had fallen down over her shoulder. "I would love to see the captain's chair" she mumbled out. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan" ( smirked as the girl nearly melted away beneath her powerful kiss, the Zael's hands working their way down her back to brazenly grope at the girl's tight little rear, no longer needing to play subtle now that they were alone on her ship. When she released the girl she again looked like she had been knocked for a loop, the haze of lust heavy in her eyes. Smirking she glanced down at the girl's flimsy dress, a mischievous look in her eye "Ofcourse, follow me" she said, slowly sliding the other strap down her shoulder, but not actually moving to remove the dress. Instead Amnaris turned and made her way towards the front of the ship, a sauntering shake in her hips as she did. Suddenly with a small flick of her wrist an invisible force would bring Fe'lizzes dress cascading down around her ankles, her panties along with it, leaving the girl standing there naked save for whatever underwear she may have been wearing over her chest. "You can leave those there, you're not gonna need them" she said, casting an admiring glance over her shoulder, clearly liking what she saw.With a bit of a head start on the red skinned woman, Amnaris reached the front cockpit of her ship, a large cushioned chair nestled infront of a console of all manner of levers and buttons. Obviously for someone not trained as a pilot the controls of the ship would look like a jumbled mess of random inputs, but for Amnaris the cockpit was like an extension of her own body. Speaking of extensions of her own body, as she made her way to the chair she quickly peeled off the armored portions of her get up, and kicked off her snug fitting pants as well, unveiling her girthy alien cock. When Fe'lizz finally caught up with her she would find Amnaris sitting in the captain's chair with her back to the Ybeck woman. With a bit of a flourish Amnaris dramatically spun around to face the naked girl, legs spread out languidly, pale blue 11 inch cock standing at attention, looking more than ready to start ravaging the poor girl. "what do you think?" she asked coyly, motioning around to the cock pit, though clearly referring to her impressive member as well "Don't be shy, this old throne is big enough for two...besides, the real captain's chair is right here..." she teased, patting her lap invitingly, "please, feel free to take a seat" she cooed, her cock twitching a bit as if nodding in agreement.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Confused and hot, Fe'lizz almost didn't realize that her dress fell to the ground along with her skimpy panties. If she would have been wearing a bra, she was sure that it would have come off as well. Usually however, she went out without a bra as her breasts were so petite that it never occoured to her. She hastily slipped out of her heels and followed close behind the Zael woman. Then she saw the cockpit and was amazed all over again. The colours of the flashing buttons and the sleek interior contrasted eachother so beautiful to her. Then Amnaris turned the chair and Fe'lizzes eyes widened once more. She certainly wasn't expecting that from her newfound lover, but she couldn't complain. "It's quite impressive" she admitted as she walked slowly up to Amnaris in her captain's chair. She looked down at the rod and bit her lip before stradling the blue woman. She rubbed her body close, the cock gently tapping against her belly. "Tell me miss captain. How can I be of assistance?" she asked seductively. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( dubious captain found it hard to suppress a chuckle seeing the woman's eyes widen at the sight of her cock. "It is isn't it? Most Zael women only dream about having something like this...the chair I mean..." she said with a devilish grin, very clearly not talking about the chair. For Zael hermaphroditism was a known and accepted phenomenon, however it was rather rare. Though since the unique mixing of male and female genes often granted a boost to one's natural telekinetic abilities, futas were often seen as the "apex' amongst the Zael. Granted Amnaris didn't really spend too much time on her home world or amongst her people, so she actually wasn't sure how big of a deal it was considered really.As Fe'lizz straddled her the blue skinned woman let out a low, satisfied growl in her throat, liking the way her member pressed up against the woman, her eye locking with hers. "well dear, I just so happen to be holding some precious cargo...but it seems I have no where to store it..." she said, reaching around to cup the girl's tight ass with one hand, the other grabbing her cock and sliding it between the girl's thighs, making her squeeze them together around it. "You don't happen to know anywhere we I could..."unload"...do you?" she muttered huskily, tracing a few kisses up the girl's chin, following the little black line until she caught the girl's bottom lip, giving it a playful nibble. With a smirk her other hand found its way to the girl's ass, and she began sensually massaging and caressing the girl's cute little rear, all the wile slowly rocking her back and forth, making the girl stroke Amy's throbbing cock with her soft thighs, the rigid member grinding up against the lips of Fe'lizzes pussy in the process.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz began to emit small moans as she was being rocked back and forth on the Zael's lap. Her hands rested on the woman's shoulders as Amnaris' hands worked her rear. She was already dripping wet, and the feeling of her cock in between the Ybek's thighs didn't help the situation. She simply had to taste it. No, savor it. Fe'lizz playfully slithered down the blue skinned woman's body until she was on her knees in front of the chair, looking up with big eyes at the cock. "I can help you with that miss" she smirked as her hand took hold of the cock and began to jerk it gently before lowering her head down to tickle the top of the member with her tounge. Her long slender tounge wrapped itself around the head as an appetizer, making the tip wet from her saliva. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( let out a small chuckle hearing the small moans that escaped the woman's lips. "Is there something wrong my dear? You sound as though you might be in pain" she said coyly, grinding her shaft across the soaked lips of the girl's sex and giving her supple rear a quick swat, a satisfying clap sounding across the cockpit. As the girl began working her way down her body Amnaris hugged her tight, so that every curve and inch of crimson skin would graze across her along the way, a very intimate and tantalizing tingle working its way up her spine as she did. Seeing the girl on her knees before her Amnaris couldn't contain a small, smug grin, feeling much more like a king than a captain, lounging back and spreading her legs out to allow the Ybek girl to worship at the fleshy idol between her thighs. As the girl's dexterous hand, and soon even more dexterous tongue, began working its magic on her cock, Amnaris let her head lull back against the head rest of her chair and let out a deep, heavy sigh. It was the kind one would let out when lowering themselves into a hot bath after a long day's worth, sheer satisfaction, only in this case the bath just happened to be a horny Ybek's mouth. "My my, if I didn't know any better I'd say my innocent little damsel in distress was rather experienced with this" Amnaris teased, reaching down to get a nice handful of the girl's soft, inky black locks. "Unfortunately I won't be able to offload any cargo until we're full docked" she said, continuing the cargo metaphor as her other hand grabbed one of the woman's horns and started pulling her down onto her cock, wanting to see how much of the girthy member the poor girl could take.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz only giggled as the Zael spoke. If there was anything that could get an Ybek hot and bothered, then it was teasing and dirty talk. She gleefully continued to suck on the cock until she felt her hand in her hair. Soon she was beginning her forced descent upon Amnaris' cock. It was true that this wasn't her first time taking a cock, and even though she had had practice then Ybeks were almost built for sex. Their slender necks in particular made it easy to take a decent amount of the Zael woman's cock. She let Amnaris guide her and soon she had the cock almost all the way into her mouth, her own sex dripping as she did. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( let out a series of low, throaty moans as Fe'lizz made her decent down her throbbing shaft. The feeling of her lips softly grazing across her sensitive skin, the firm wet tongue working along her head as if making out with it, the slick throat that felt tight but still accommodating to her girth. The girl definitely wasn't new at this, or otherwise she was having a hell of a streak of beginner's luck, for she seemed to be able to hit every sweet spot as she continued her trip down to meet the Zael woman's pelvis. Both overcome with pleasure, and feeling a bit impatient, Amy tightened her grasp on the girl's head and arched her back off the chair in order to thrust her cock up into the woman's throat, fully closing the gap between them so that Fe'lizz was now buried nose deep in the small patch of pubic hair above her cock. "Gods that feels amazing" she cooed, unable to come up with a one liner to fit the whole "docking" metaphor, as her mind was too busy savoring the feeling of having her lengthy member deep throated.She held the girl there for a moment, keeping her back arched and her cock jammed almost painfully far down the girl's throat. However just before the girl would start to have any issues breathing the blue skinned woman relaxed back down and let her cock withdraw a bit from the girl's mouth, giving her a moment to catch her breath, before pulling her back down again, this time making the girl pull herself all the way down around her fleshy tool rather than thrusting it up into her. "That's it...good girl...very good..." she cooed with a playful grin, playfully tracing her fingers along the girl's scalp and playing with her hair as she started guiding the woman into a steady rhythm up and down her cock, a few drops of pre-cum spurting across the girl's tongue to reward her for her efforts, Zael cum being a rather tasty combination of salty and sweet, with just a touch of earthiness.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz could only hum against the girthy cock in her mouth as she was being pushed down along the Zael's member. Being forced like so wasn't uncommon for Ybeks, and Fe'lizz herself wasn't a stranger to such behaviour. In fact, once she felt the delicate pubic hair against her skin she could feel her own excitement rise in time with Amnaris' own. She gleefully kept the cock in her mouth as long as was desired of her, only to get a little dissapointed when she was pulled away. Thankfully she didn't have to look puppy eyed at her lover for more than a few seconds before being dragged down to the member once more, this time in her own pace.Soon she was in a steady rythm, cheered on by the blue skinned woman's words. Fe'lizz did what any good Ybek would do in a situation like this, namely increase her speed and take the shaft to the bottom everytime. Once she could taste the small drops of pre-cum, there were no turning back. The orange and black woman took the cock almost agresively as she inserted a finger into herself. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"("Mmmmmn...." Amnaris moaned as the horny Ybek swallowed her cock as if she were dying of hunger. Fortunately for her she'd be receiving a tasty treat for her efforts sooner than later. "Oh gods you're good...I may have to consider keeping you" she teased, taking her hands off of the girl, seeing how she was doing just fine moving on her own, and started unzipping her top to reveal her luscious breasts, sharing the same light blue tinge as the rest of her skin, but being capped with dark, navy blue nipples that woman quickly began pinching and tugging, coaxing a few additional moans out of herself. "Ah fuck, I hope you're ready for a heavy load" she moaned, grabbing the girl by the scalp and once again jamming her down deep onto her cock, thrusting up again to meet the girl half way and get as deep as Zaelianly possible.Without further warning Fe'lizz would feel the Zael woman's cock throb violently in her throat as her testicles worked double time to pump as much cum down the crimson woman's gullet as possible. "Mmmmmmn....Mmmmn......mmmmmmmn....." Amnaris wordlessly moaned as she deposited the first few loads directly down the girl's throat, though luckily Fe'lizz wouldn't be robbed of the chance to savor her taste, as the red headed woman slowly began lowering hips while she continued coming, painting the woman's tongue with thick, sticky strands of her seed. Letting out a satisfied sigh Amnaris withdrew her cock from the girl's lips with a wet plop, and let her softening member flop down across the Ybek's face, the last few dregs of cum dribbling out down her visage, marking her as her most recent conquest. "You know, at the risk of sounding conceited, I must say you look absolutely beautiful covered in my cum...you should wear it more often..." Amnaris teased.It wasn't just a joke either, as the sight of the cum splattered Ybek caused the woman's girthy cock to start getting hard again almost immediately "Unfortunately I don't think I quite managed to unload everything I was carrying..." she cooed, tracing a finger along the girl's lips and making Fe'lizz lick the cum off of it. "...If only there was some other place I could fit this cargo in..." she said coyly, patting her lap to invite the girl up to get this party started for real. After all the blow job was nice, but she was ready to rut this girl like a wild animal in heat.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz could only let out small moans as the first of the Zael woman's cum shot down her throat. She did her job as if she had done it a million times and swallowed her reward like she needed it to live. Then, once she almost couldn't fit anymore of it in her mouth, the cock plopped out and rested on her face. The Ybek was dizzy and confused, from the extreme pheromone intake, but still she wanted more. She hummed at Amnaris words as she sucked the cum off her finger as she looked up at her with big eyes."I think I have an idea miss captain" she remarked as she lifted herself off of the floor, dripping as she did. Slowly she straddled the blue woman, the cock resting against her stomach once more. Then she eyed the Zael's breasts and immidiately lowered her head down to lick the nipples. Her hips were now grinding up against the girthy member, her own womanhood dripping wet. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( lustful enthusiasm the Ybek girl showed was absolutely intoxicating. The girl guzzled down her seed as if it was as precious as air, and as tasty as a rare delicacy. The poor thing looked absolutely dazed as her thick member rested across her face, but ofcourse this only made Amnaris harder. As the girl rose up to her feet the lustful dripping between her thighs immediately caught her attention. The poor thing must have been absolutely suffering, going so long without a thick cock to fill her needy hole. Thankfully Amnaris knew exactly how to assist her in this situation."Mmmm, so do I my little damsel..." she cooed, her hands sneaking down the girl's back to cup at her sweet, supple ass cheeks. The blue skinned woman's fingers began dancing across the sensitive flesh as she groped her rear, using it as a handle to help guide the girl's crotch up against her cock, her dripping wet slit grinding torturously against her throbbing member. As she felt the girl's long moist tongue tease across her stiffening nipples Amy couldn't help but let her head lull back for a moment and let out a low, throaty moan. Most wouldn't expect it, since she had such a dominant personality, but her nipples were actually one of her biggest weak spots, evidenced by the intense throbbing in her cock that came in response."Mmmmn, yes..." she cooed, starting to buck her hips up against the girl's moist crotch as her sensitive nubs were worked over. "N-no...not yet..." she whimpered, grabbing the girl by her tiny horns and pulling her back from her chest, instead guiding her up into another lustful kiss. "Sorry...but as much as I'd love to have you sit here and suckle at me all night, I don't want to loose sight of this right here" she said, reaching down with her free hand to slip a pair of fingers into the girl's steamy wet fuck hole."I'm sure you wouldn't want this to end before you got your reward for being such a good girl, would you?" she teased, using her fingers to spread the girl's lips open and lined the head of her girthy member up to her entrance. "That's it, nice and slow...savor it my little damsel..." she cooed as she grabbed the girl's shoulder and slowly started pressing her down around her cock, inch after delicious inch of flesh disappearing inside the lustful Ybek's depths. "there we go...I'll let you finish it yourself..." Amnaris said, stopping halfway down and leaning back, giving Fe'lizz the chance to finish her descent at her own pace. "Just a fair bit of warning, as soon as you're all the way down, you stop being my cute little damsel, and instead you become a hot wet hole that I'm going to fuck the shit out of until it hurts..." she said with a seductive yet ominous smile. She loved the playful game they had going, but as soon as she was balls deep that would all go out the window.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( The orange and black woman was just about to complain when she was pulled from the Zael's nipple. Luckily she was shut up by the woman's tounge before moaning loudly as her fingers entered her. She could only let out moans and grunts as she as being spread by the blue skinned woman while listening to talks of rewards, before she felt the tip of the member probe against her. Fe'lizz bit her lip in anticipation of what was coming next. It was a feeling she had felt before, yet not like this. Not with someone like Amnaris. The feeling was great. To be forced down like that, to feel the cock slowly being captured by her walls.But then the descent stopped. Again the Ybek was about to whine and complain when she heard the rest of the offer. It was clear that the Zael was no longer playing the seductress and was looking to get what she wanted. Most Ybek women seemed to have an affinity to a specific kind of interspecies sex. Some only liked it if the interaction was sweet and innocent, as if they were having their first time every time they were with a new person. Others on the other hand would only be satisfied with the rough stuff. They needed to be treated like nothing more than sexual outlets, and be defiled by toys, costumes and humiliation. Luckily, Fe'lizz didn't mind either way."Don't go easy on me then miss captain" she remarked as she grabbed Amnaris by her breasts for support before shifting her body down and capturing the girthy cock all the way inside of her, moaning as she did. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( smiled and reclined back in her chair, the pouty look on the girl's face creating a hot stirring in her loins as the woman's eyes begged to be completely filled with her girthy cock. To be honest she loved how much the poor Ybek girl wanted her, she liked seeing the tiny looks of anguish that came every time she pulled her away from her body, even if only to switch positions. "Oh I don't intend to..." she said casually, putting her hands up behind her back and simply enjoying the show for a moment as the girl continued pressing herself down on her shaft, letting out a small gasping sigh as the woman's hands sunk into her breasts for support, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh causing her shaft to twitch and throb inside her.However as the woman finally slid home, their pelvises slapping together as the two became one, Amnaris looked up at the girl and smiled "alright, you can be my damsel for just a bit longer..." the bounty hunter said, grabbing the girl by her horns and pulling her down into another sensual kiss, the sensation amplified by the feeling of being buried inside of her, it truly was an overwhelmingly sensual experience. However as she parted lips with the girl again, Fe'lizz would notice a brief purple glow take over the Zael's eyes for a brief moment. Suddenly without warning an invisible force would take hold of the girl, like a dozen invisible hands grabbing her around her hips and waist and stomach and even her perky little breasts. Without Amnaris having to move a muscle Fe'lizz would suddenly find herself being telekentically lifted up off of the blue woman's cock, hovering up until only tip remained inside her, and then powerfully slammed back down, spearing her once again around the woman's shaft. "Mmmmm...I can definitely get used to a nice tight hole like this..." Amnaris cooed, liking her lips as she mentally slammed the girl up and down onto her cock again, and then again, the woman rendered helpless as the invisible force constrained her limps and keeping bouncing her on the Zael woman's cock, Amnaris sitting back looking quiet relaxed the entire time, occasionally reaching a hand up to pinch or tug at one of the girl's nipples, but other wise just sitting back and letting her powers do the heavy lifting, not even bothering to move her hips. "How does it feel? becoming a life sized flesh light?" Amnaris asked as the woman continued to be plunged down onto her cock.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz let out a hefty moan as she acomplished her task of devouring the cock. She had little time to celebrate however as she was grabbed by the horns and pulled back into a lavish kiss. There was something about the blue skinned woman's tounge that could move mountains. When she was released, the orange and black woman noticed the purple glow take hold of Amnaris' eyes. It was something she had seen before a few months back. Some minor Zael telepath tried to pick her up by showing that he was able to levitate a pencil. He managed to score himself a blowjob, but nothing more. This however was something much more powerful.She still had control of her face and neck as she was lifted into the air as if she was Amnaris' magic act. Invisible hands took hold of her, carresed and groped her as she was moved up and down on the blue cock in perfect rythm. "You feel.... amazing miss captain" she moaned as she embraced her role as the woman's toy. "Let me be your toy miss.... let me please you" she continued, the ivisible hands fondling her. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( smiled from her reclined position as she let her psychic powers literally work their magic over the young Ybek's body, invisible "hands" groping and caressing nearly every inch of her beautiful skin. With only the smallest twirling of her fingers the blue skinned Zael was able to work the girl like putty. "Oh do I? Why don't you tell me how good it feels?" she said, reaching up to catch the girl's jaw, "Tell me how much you like getting used like a toy. Tell me how much you love this thick blue cock!" she growled, Fe'izz suddenly bouncing up and down the woman's cock at double speed.When the girl begged to be used as a toy Amnaris couldn't help but grin from ear to ear "Mmmmmn...good...I love girls who are eager to please" she cooed, slamming the girl down particularly hard down on her cock, making both of their bodies shake and ripple. However instead of raising her back up again, Amnaris released her telekinetic grip on the girl, and instead grabbed the girl's hips and began grinding her hips against the girl, stirring her throbbing rod around inside her gooey depths. "I'm tempted to consider keeping you..." Amnaris cooed, her fingers tracing down to find the woman's clit, pinching and rolling it between her finger tips, causing the woman's tight walls to clamp down even tighter around her fuck stick."fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuckfuck!" Amnaris moaned, suddenly seeming to loose her composure. Dropping the composed, laid back look, a desperately lustful look came over her eyes as she lifted the girl up and spun her around, slamming Fe'lizz down into the captain's chair and started to fuck the girl so hard the Ybek would swear she could feel the chair start to rock back slightly, despite being bolted into the floor. "come here, cum for me my cute little slut!" she said, capturing the girl's lips and ravaging her mouth with an even more passionate kiss, her hips moving like a machine as she made every attempt not just to fuck the girl into the captain's chair, but straightthroughit. "tell me how much you love it! tell me that you want to be mine forever!" Amnaris managed to groan out between deep, rough kisses, so swept up in passion and lust that she couldn't keep her lips off of the woman for longer than a few seconds.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz continued to fall into a haze of pleasure as she bounced on the girthy member, only reacting when she was spoken to. "Miss captain... it feels amazing, I love being your personal pleasure doll" she spurted out in between deep moans and loud shireks when she was hit particularly right. Then the tempo seemed to slow down a little as the invisible hands dissappeared to be replaced by the real thing. But that was only for a moment as they were soon back to their former pace. Then without any other warning that the cry of Amnaris yelling out, she was flipped over and shoved down into the chair.She shrieked as she was entered once more by the blue Zael woman. This time it was much more aggresive than when she was on top. This more of a race to get off than it was to take it slow. As soon as she heard Amnaris coomand her to cum, she did. Almost on commando she released her juices around the blue woman's cock, lubricating it with her fluids. Now sensitive from her recent orgasm, she was swept into the deep kisses and could only coo along as she was asked to express her love for the cock. "You are the biggest, most beautiful and perfect lover I have ever had" she admitted as she was still being fucked. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( had to grit her teeth and clench her jaw to keep from cumming right on the spot as soon as the girl began spasming around her aching cock. The woman's liquid lust gushed out around her pulsing shaft, making a mess all over their thighs and staining the seat of her chair, though it wouldn't be the first time. Amnaris groaned and grunted as she kept pounding away at her over stimulated lover, trying to ride out the woman's orgasm before she achieved her own. After all, Amnaris may have been many things, many terrible things, but she was still a gentleman, and she wanted her latest conquest to be well satisfied."heh, you know at this point flattery isn't going to win you any more points" Amnaris chided as the woman praised her. Suddenly Fe'lizz would feel and invisible force pinch onto her sensitive clit and begin to rock it back and forth at increasing speed until her tiny pleasure button began "vibrating", overwhelming the woman with even more orgasmic bliss "Ok, maybe it'll get you a little bit more" Amnaris said with a devilish grin.Feeling as though she had thoroughly fucked the womans brains out Amnaris took hold of the woman's ankles and forced them up behind the poor Ybek's head, folding her over on herself, and gave the girl's tight little twat a few last long, deep thrusts, each thrust slower and rougher than the last, until on the final thrust her cock came to kiss the entrance of the girl's womb, and with a high pitched moan Amnaris finally let her pent up cum explode out of her.All at once Fe'lizz's tiny body would be filled to the brim with her hot, steamy seed, her pearly essence oozing out around her cock, making the girl resemble an over stuffed pastry. Smiling Amnaris began pulling herself out of the woman's needy hole while she was still cumming, spraying a few strands across her thighs and stomach before grabbing her head and firing out her remaining dregs of cum across the woman's face, adding to streaks of jizz she had sprayed over her previously. Stumbling back, feeling understandably wobbly at the knees at the moment, Amnaris wiped her brow and took a moment to admire her handiwork."Damn...I don't remember the last time I had a fuck that good..." Amnaris sighed, looking over Fe'lizzes cum glazed body, the woman having been fucked into a wet, messy heap. The sight of it was so hot that Amnaris continued to stroke her deflating cock, managing to get out a few extra spurts of her essence, which she kindly wiped up with her finger and offered out to the girl to lick up. "By the gods I am going to remember this one for a while..." she muttered, pulling out a small metal device off the console and snapping a picture of the woman's cum drenched body and face, to add to her "trophy wall" of other lucky women, and men, who had made it into the captain's chair.Casually pacing across the room Amnaris was quick to scoop up her gear and get redressed, making her way over to a mini fridge built into the wall and pulling out a bottle of water, taking a deep swig from it before tossing it Fe'lizzes way "here, I figured you'd be a bit thirsty" she said, the bottle catching itself in mid air and setting itself gently down beside her on the arm rest. A few moments later Fe'lizz would then find a blanket being draped over the back of the chair as well, within her reach. "you're free to take a quick nap if you like, and the shower's down the hall if don't want to wear my children home as a memento" she said, sticking her tongue out at the woman before turning to a console and pulling up a holographic star map, seemingly checking over some complex trade route. "Either way I'll be heading out in a few hours, and I'll need you gone by then...but for now feel free to relax a bit" Amnaris said casually, more or less making it clear that she hadn't really intended to "keep" the girl at all.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Soon the invisible hands returned briefly as the Zael woman was nearing orgasm. Then suddenly her legs was flipped up over her legs, leaving her in a particular vulnurable position. This was it, she was going to be treated like nothing more than an outlet for Amnaris' cum. She was filled with a gasp, enjoying the feeling of being shot by the blue woman's cum. Tired and exhausted, she felt the last few shots of cum land on her thighs and finally on her face. She carefully put her legs back down when Amnaris had taken her picture, as she began to lick the cum off of her face. A few seconds later, it seemed that the Zael was already dressed and planning her next journey. She was directed to the shower and decided to take the offer. "Feel free to join me" she teased as she walked back out to pick up her skimpy dress from before.Once more the spaceship impressed her. The shower room was larger than she had imagined, and much more luxurious. She hummed as she stepped under the hot water, letting it fall down on her black and orange skin, the cum dripping from her womb. It was no secret that Ybeks were mostly picked up for one night stands and Fe'lizz had also participated in quite a lot. But something about the Zael woman, almost made her want a chance to be with her more. Maybe her luck would turn soon. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( smirked a bit as the woman invited her to join her in the shower "I'll think about it" was all the Zael woman said, though the twinkle in her eye and slight twitch in the crotch region of her pants gave away how tempting the offer really was. She had to admit the Ybek girl certainly had a charm to her, and it had been fun swooping in to play hero and whisk away the damsel for some sultry, womb breaking fun. Still, she was a mercenary and a smuggler, and neither occupation really left room for settling down or letting people in. It was honestly for the best that it be just a one night stand, let the poor thing go off and live the rest of her life and not have to worry about the kind of crap Amnaris dealt with on a daily basis. Then again that was just a "noble" excuse really, truth be told Amnaris just enjoyed getting to sample the finest pussy the galaxy had to offer, so jumping from lover to lover to lover was the whole point really.However as Fe'lizz stood there beneath the running water, letting the hot fluid erase away all the "territorial markings" Amnaris had left all over her svelte body, she would suddenly hear the door to the bathroom slide open. "you in here, my sweet damsel?" Amnaris called out moving over to the shower and sliding open the fogged class door. However when she came into view Amnaris was standing there not naked and ready to go as one might assume, but instead fully armored and with pistol in hand. "sorry, I'm gonna need your help with something for a minute" Amnaris said, grabbing Fe'lizz by the arm and effortlessly yanking her along with her.As they began making their way through the ship Fe'lizz would start to hear sirens blaring from outside, Galaxtic Federation sirens. "Alright so here's the deal. I guess someone from the bar recognized me when I put on that little scene, and decided to tip off the feds. I kinda have some..."pending arrests" on my record right now, so I'm gonna need your assistance" she said, dragging the still stark naked and dripping wet Ybek towards the back hull "Now what I'm going to do, is use this gun and pretend, key word there,pretend, to take you hostage so I can buy myself some time. I put on the whole "don't move or she gets it" shtick, the feds back off, wetake off, and then I'll drop you off wherever you need to get to so you can mosey back home, I'll even throw in a few credits for ya, deal?" she asked, though before Fe'lizz could answer the sounds of bullets ricocheting off of the windows of the ship could be heard. "whelp too late to back out now, good working with ya!" she said.With a flick of her wrist the cargo hatch of the ship came down, and the two alien women would be greeted by the sight of an entire firing line of officers decked head to toe in space age riot gear. Behind them a commanding officer stood with his arms crossed behind his back, quickly raising up his hand to halt him men once he saw the "hostage" in Amnarises grip "hold fire! she's got a hostage!" he called out. Amnaris smiled and moved behind Fe'lizz, wrapping an arm around her throat and holding the muzzle of her pistol to her temple. "Yeah that's right, cool off those itchy trigger fingers boys, or the cute little space nympho gets a brand new fuck hole..." Amnaris barked, her entire demeanor changing from the cool, suave woman who had picked her up in the bar. "...right next to the first one" she said, sliding the barrel down to press against Fe'lizzes cheek.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz was usually quite excited whenever one of her partners decided to join her in the shower. It tended to be some of her favorite kind of love making sessions whenever they were both drenched in hot water. She only hummed against Amnaris' words as she waited to be joined in the shower. Instead she was dragged out at gunpoint and showed to the back hull. "The cops?!" was all she managed to say as the cargo hatch opened and the armed law enforcers came into sight.Thankfully they stopped shooting as soon as Fe'lizz came into view. Then she felt the cold steel of the Zael woman's gun press against her, and move around as if it owned her. Once Amnaris began to taunt the cops, she snapped out of her trance like state. "Hey! That's not very nice!" she yelled back at the blue woman, clearly not liking the position she was in. Still she had to trust her that she could handle this situation without any of them getting shot, or worse. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( chuckled as the Ybek girl scolded her for being "not very nice" "sorry lass, but ya don't get the name Dread Sullivan by being nice!" She declared boisterously, raising the pistol and firing up a few warning shots into the air. "Damn it! Sullivan this is between you and the federation, leave the innocent girl out of this!" the officer shouted "oh yes indeed! real innocent this one was, especially when I had her bouncing up and down my cock like trampoline" Amnaris said, grabbing the girl's ass and giving it a nice firm squeeze, shaking the girl so she jiggled up and down for the onlooking feds. "ofcourse you know what that's like dontcha officer Grady?" Amnaris taunted with a wink. Across the way the commanding officer suddenly flustered deep red, a look of shock on his face "Still hung up that I left ya with a broken heart and a sore back end arentcha? If ya wanted a second date so bad ya coulda just called, didn't need to bring your little squad of wingmen with ya" he said, a few of the men loosing focus as they sent suspicious glances back at the officer, obviously none of them being aware of the possibility of their commander taking it up the ass from a dangerous space pirate until now. "y-you dirty crook! I know what you're doing! don't think your immature lies will somehow get you out of this! We have you surrounded!" he shouted.Ofcourse the entire time the stand off went down, Amnaris was holding a hand behind her back, her fingers fast at work twitching and swirling, extending her telekinetic range all the way back to the cock pit of her ship, remotely starting up the ship's engines. While the ship was silently preparing to rev up, Amnaris also sent one of her "hands" over to her armory to retrieve a flash grenade, which just so happened to reach the blue woman's hand just as the officer finished denying the lusty ravaging Amy had given him. "Hey look that's fine Grady, if you wanna deny how much you loved it then that's fine with me. But the thing is this encounter is gonna end the same way the last one did...with a BANG!" she shouted, sending the flash bang hurtling towards the squad of officers while simultaneously using her telekinesis to hurl Fe'lizz all the way back into the cockpit.With Fe'lizz cleared out of the line of fire Amnaris cocked her pistol and opened fire on the federation troops, providing enough cover fire for her ship's engines to start up and lift off. In a frenzy one of the feds tried to make a dash for the hangar bay door controls, but Amnaris was quick to catch him with her power and send him bowling back into his fellow squad mates. "see ya later fuckers! keep that ass tight for me Grady!" Amnaris called, flicking them a patronizing federation salute before rushing back into the Wasp and taking the controls "hold on tight to something sweet cheeks, this is gonna be a bumpy ride" Amnaris said, hitting the thrusts on full thrust as they blasted off from the space station, a few federation speeders in hot pursuit.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( "Dread Sullivan" the Ybek girl pondered as the conversation between the Zael and the cops continued. Her train of thought was interrupted however by the image of Amnaris being in bed with the commander officer. As she was till trying to wrap her head around who must have been doing what during their time together, she was flung back into the ship and into the cockpit. "What the hell just happened?" she managed to yell before grabbing hold of the bottom of the captain's chair as the ship took off with federation speeders on their tail.Then it dawned upon her. She was riding with the infamous Dread Sullivan. One of the most legendary outlaws around. In an instant all of her fears of being shot down by the boys in blue were replaced by the feeling of being star struck by Amnaris' pressence. "Wait a second. Youre THE Dread Sullivan?!" she blurted out, not concered with the situation anymore. "Are all the stories true? Well I know at least one of them is true" she remarked with a slight blush. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( face was locked between an annoyed grimace and gleeful grin, the exhilaration of a high speed chase always able to get her blood pumping right quick. All at once warning signs and tracking sensors began going off like crazy across the console, warning them of incoming fire. A hail of laser fire shooting past them like a deadly light show. Thankfully the Blue Wasp came with some of the best shields stolen money could buy, and with her piloting skills they quickly found themselves whizzing around avoiding the incoming blasts. Though while Amnaris remained firmly anchored to the spot in her chair, Fe'lizz would find herself whipped about like a ragdoll with all the flips, spins, and barrel rolls Amnaris was haphazardly pulling off."First of all, it's not really "Sullivan", the name's Sahl'-avan, most of these filthy fed bastards are just can't be bothered to pronounce it right" she said, over emphasizing the correct pronunciation of her name and grumbling a bit at how her infamous name was born out of simple laziness. "As for stories, you'd have to tell me them for me to know which ones are true or not...however at the moment we have bigger things to worry about than that!" she said, suddenly grabbing the girl and thrusting her into the captain's chair, buckling her in nice and tight so she wouldn't fly right out of it again. "here, take the wheel while I fight these guys off. If you manage not to get us shot down I'll consider that shower you were lookin' forward too" she said, giving the girl a confident wink before leaning in and stealing another kiss from her tender lips."for luck" she muttered, leaving the girl with the controls while she went to man the rear weapons systems. Usually she had to pull double time on stuff like this using her telekinesis, allowing her to solo pilot a ship that would other wise require multiple crew members, but the trade off was she never got the opportunity to really focus on what she was doing. Not so now. And with that in mind the rear laser cannons on the wasp suddenly lit up and began firing volley after volley of weaponized light right back at the increasing mob of pursuit cruisers. "Ah crap, they just keep poppin' up like a string of exes....seriously man let it go, plenty of ladies with cocks in the galaxy if ya know where ta look" she said, muttering the last part under her breath, it seemed officer Grady was really desperate to catch her this time.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz was almost starstruck to have been with and infamous pirate. It was enough to forget that the cops where shooting at them. "Well none of the stories say that you are a woman or a Zael" she started just before she was being placed in the captain's chair. "But they all say that you have a huge....." was all she managed to giggle out before being shut up by another delightful kiss. Still naked, confused and high from their kiss she began to fly the spacecraft in the attempt to lose the feds on their tail. She listened to Amnaris taunting the commander as they were nearing an asteroid. "Hold on" she smirked through the telecom as she dove right into one of the caves on the asteroid, before doing a 180 degree turn and fly right back out again, the fed ships either crashing into the cave wall or too confused by her manouver to realise that they were now going in the opposite direction. "I watched that in a movie once" she announced proudly across the telecom. Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( chuckled a bit when the awestruck girl remarked how the stories made no note of her gender or race "well to fair no woman's ever drowned yer womb in spunk before, so that's not all inaccurate" she joked, as she technically wasn't a "woman" in the most traditional sense. At the implication of her huge member, Amnaris flashed a girl a wink "Well on that matter at least, guilty as charged..." she said, knowing first hand she has left many a wanting lover behind to tell tales of her prowess, not to mention a fair share of bastards for them to take care of, a constant reminder of how good they had it...for a night.However as the girl informed her to "hold on" the Zael only rose a brow. "Hey, be careful about what you think you're gonna do with my shi-iiiiiiip!" she shouted as they soared through the caves of a moving asteroid like they were some kind of stunt dare devils. "Holy crap!..." Amnaris shouted, glancing up at the monitor to see the Ybeck girl in the cock pit, wondering exactly how she learned to do that. However before she could ask the girl informed her with an answer that was...less than comforting "Oi! This is my ship! Not some toy to play out your damn movie fantasies with!" she growled.However realizing that they had found an opening with the pursuit crusiers going the complete wrong direction, Amnaris quickly made her way back up to the cock pit. "alright out out!" the space scoundrel commanded, unbuckling her belt and grabbing Fe'lizz out of the chair, quickly taking her spot. "while we have the chance, we're gonna loose them in hyper space" Amnaris explained as she began flipping all kinds of switches and pressing buttons, while also oddly unzipping her pants nonchalantly as he went through the preparations, freeing her newly erect cock. Suddenly the ship began to rumble around them, and Amnaris grabbed Fe'lizz by the wrist and yanked her back down into her lap "buckle up little damsel, this is gonna be a bumpy ride" she said strapping them both down together on the captain's chair.However before she pushed the final button, the zael herm gave a devilish chuckle and finished her "preparations" by slamming her cock deep into the girl's tight blue cunt, locking the two together rather intimately "real bumpy..." she cooed, slamming her fist down on the warp button and sending the ship into hyper drive. Suddenly the ship lurched forward, the stars around them seeming to blur into solid streaks of light as they sped across the galaxy at unfathomable speeds. The pressure exerted on their bodies caused them to violently shake and vibrate in the chair, more or less turning Amnarises cock into a high speed vibrator inside the orange girl's pussy, whilst simultaneously turning Fe'lizz into the world's greatest fleshlight as well. While the time spent in hyperdrive was short, by the time they broke out of it and appeared on the other side of space Fe'lizzes hole would be a hot, sticky mess, leaking with copious amounts of Zael cum, both of their bodies numb from the kind of intense pleasure that couldn't be experienced inside normal laws of physics. "huh...hufhh...by the gods I love hyperdrive sex....hufhh...fuck....." Amnaris panted, wiping her brow and letting her body slump back in her chair, feeling like she had run a marathon, a marathon spent with a woman bouncing on her cock the whole time. The chair's safety belts keept the two strapped together, Amnarises cock still twitching and letting out little spurts of spunk into the girl's love tunnel.space ship - "Blue Wasp"( Fe'lizz looked carefully on as she was forced out of the cockpit and watched as Amnaris began her preperations for warp speed. She didn't even realize that she had removed her pants until she was pulled onto her lap and the erect member touching her rear as if almost waiting for an invitation. It seemed however that the Zael did not need or expect an invitation as she simply joined the two by slamming herself into Fe'lizz. A small moan escaped her lips as Amnaris pushed the button and sent both of them into a short termed state of bliss. Warp speed had a way of slowing everything down even tough it decreased a travel distance almost infinetly. Every small movement that the purple skinned woman's cock made inside of her seemed to linger on as the stars flew by and she moaned like crazy. When they finally exited warp space, she could feel the warm sticky mess that the rouge captain had made inside of her.Huffing and panting she managed to unbuckle the safety belts and wobble off of the glistening cock and fall down to the cold floor of the cockpit. "Well that is a new one" she smiled out loud as she felt small droplets of cum trickle out of her pussy and onto the floor. She was in true bliss and for the moment nothing seemed to be wrong. But then the realisation hit her. "Wait a minute! I just helped you escape the law with makes me a fugitive as well" she started as she gathered energy enough to stand up, cross her arms and look somewhat angry at Amnaris. "So not because of you, I will be labeled as a criminal. And worse of all I am now gods know where in the universe without any of my clothes!" she almost yelled. "All I have is my black party dress". Amnaris Sahl'avan "Dread Sullivan"( simply let her head lull back against the back of her chair as the Ybek managed to unhook them. It was actually kinda cute the way the girl weakly wobbles off of her cock, a sticky mixture of the two women's juices trailing down her member, once again dripping down to stain the seat of her chair. However Fe'lizz didn't get very far as she almost immediately collapsed down to the floor, thick cum oozing out of her lewd hole, making the perverted pirate lick her lips as though she was tempted to go another round. However at the moment her own legs felt like complete jello, so she refrained from jumping the girl's delicious ass again."Yeah, a Twili slave boy out in the Perseus system taught me that one. It's even crazier with anal, I should show you sometime" she said with a devilish grin, enjoying the thought of stuffing even more of orange girl's holes. The pirate rose a brow however at the woman's sudden outburst, seeming to believe that she would now be labeled a criminal for helping Amnaris escape. Smirking and shaking her head, Amnaris levitated over a box of wipes to clean up her cock, carefully tucking it away, before crossing one leg over the other and casting a patronizing smile towards the angry Ybek. "Firstly, relax. All the feds saw was you being held hostage by me at gun point, they'd have no way of knowing that you were actually piloting the ship. I very carefully staged everything specifically so you wouldn't get in trouble. At worse they'll pick you up for questioning. They'll ask you what happened, you give them a sob story about how I kidnapped you and made you my little sex toy for the night and casually discarded you on a space station in the..." she trailed off as she glanced at the counsel by her chair "ah yes, Phobos system, and they'll pat you on the back for being a brave little soldier and take you back home. If they even bother with any harder questioning, like where I went, it's fine because you won't know where I'm going, and no offense..." she said, looking the girl up and down "but theyreallywon't have a hard time believing I just picked you up for a casual romp. People never suspect young Ybek girls like you for anything, you have dick on the brain too much to be any real threat...at least that's the logic the Feds are gonna use" Amnaris explained."Anyways as I said before I'll drop you off a space station nearby and you can catch a ride back home there" the space pirate said, smoothly kipping up to her feet and making her way towards her room "I do feel kinda bad for the hit and run, I mean I'd keep ya around, but I'm just not that kinda girl. Besides ya did help me out with the feds, so I'll kick you some credits for a ride if you need it" she said, opening the door to her private quarters, not really caring if the girl pursued her or not. Inside her room was a mess of discarded clothes, stained sheets, and pornography in ever format, from magazines to disks, to hard drives no doubt packed to the brim with smut. Along one wall hung a rather intimidating array of weapons, ranging from sophisticated blasters to primitive blades and clubs. On the opposite wall however was the woman's "trophy wall" a huge screen featuring a collage of pictures of former lovers: women, men, and everything in between (including a few strange lifeforms that couldn't really be labeled one way or another), all of them fucked silly and plastered with the pirates thick cum. Even Fe'lizzes own picture had managed to upload itself to her wall, tucked in nicely among the rest of her marked prizes. "If you need some clothes I should have some clean ones laying around her somewhere, I'll lend you a body suit or something..." she muttered as she began rummaging through drawers, casually tossing things over her shoulder including a whole slew of slutty lingerie and various toys.

A Romp Through Space [pdragon & Anna Katrine]

Ride a Horse, Save a Cowboy (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

( town came to life at daybreak. Once the sun was up it was time to get to work, and the residents of Silverhurst were already bustling about. No matter the profession that one took up, it started as soon as the sun started to sine. The bakers began putting rolls into the oven, the innkeeper started to clean rooms occupied the night before, The cowboys began rounding up the grazing cattle so they could drive then along to the next stop after a day-long ride. This down in particular gathered most of its revenue from young men riding through on cattle drives and the cattle market in general. Just about every business was catered to serve those wandering souls just riding through, but with that kind of demographic, there was plenty of trouble to be found too.With cowboys came raiders and bandits who hoped to smuggle away a few horses or cattle. Shootings were common, and law enforcement never seemed to be able to rest: there was always a drunkard to wrangle or a murderous gangster in town looking to pick off some citizens for easy looting. It was for that reason that the town was in need of a new Sheriff. It had been a couple days since Sheriff Brown had been shot down right in the middle of main street by a younger bandit with a quicker finger that Brown had had. Ever since then the town had been vulnerable. Remaining law enforcement officers took this time to slack off and not risk their lives without a superior telling the that had to, and that just pissed off some the hard working folks in this town. There was a big red target on the law enforcement building, and it was only a matter of time before some pissed of towns member blew the whole thing up.But it was quite possible that there was no one more angry than the owner of Bart Farms.Bart farms had a reputation of its own that had been passed down for many generations: Best quarter horses on this side of the state line. They were great animals for ranching, cattle driving, showing, or just about any other job you could possibly think of charging them with. The bloodline was impeccable with genetics that were superior to any of the other horses in the area. Bart horses lived the longest, worked the hardest, and produced the prettiest looking foals. The only downside? These premium horses sold for a premium cost, and they were far cheaper if you stole them.Three horses had been stolen from Bart Farm ever since Brown had been killed, and another six in the year prior to the murder of the sheriff. That added up to a lot of dough lost by the owner, and patience was beginning to thin. If the thefts weren’t enough, stolen mares had resulted in two orphaned foals, one of which died of malnutrition after refusing to suckle on a bottle nor Foster Mother. All that revenue down the drain. It would be difficult for the farm to make ends meet over the winter months that were quickly approaching.Oh, and no one took the owner seriously on account of her being a woman.Lilith Ann Bart had been he proud owner of Bart farms ever since her father had passed away about two years ago. She had withheld her father’s legacy and continued to produce incredible horses, but that just wasn’t enough to for men of Silverhurst. To them so was of no use aside from passing on an inheritance and spreading her thighs on command for a man’s seed. After all, she was young and ripe enough to pop out several children before her fertile years were past her, and just about every bachelor in town was hoping to put their cock in her before the New Year. They tried time and time again, but Ms. Lily was a pro at evading their affections at this point. She wished she were half as good at getting anyone in this damn town to take her seriously.***“I lost a $200 colt last night, Burton, and you dare to tell me it’s not your problem?” Lily slammed her palm down on the table, making the young officer jump in surprise at her boldness. She was damn aggressive for a woman.“I’m sorry, Ms. B, but there's nothing I can do for you. There’s no one that can patrol your ranch it’s too far outside of town.” Burton replied, but his attentions were obviously not on the young blonde’s concerns. His eyes were scoping just how much of her curves he could see through her loose-fitting floral sundress. She almost always wore nice dresses to town for church and errands, but back home there was always a pair of blue jeans that had her name on them along with a dusty old shirt that had seen a lot of tumbles and green-broke horses.“For Christ's sake, Burton. You really expect me to believe that? I’m no more than a mile outside of town. That’s a short ride for you, and trust me that little amount of time would save me a whole lot of money. The more I get stolen from, Mr. Burton, the less I can contribute to this little town of ours, ya know. You boys ought to respect a hard working lady a little more, dang it.” She slapped the desk once more before she turned on heel and stormed out the front door of the sheriffless-sheriff’s office.Out front there were two horses tied to a hitchin’ post, both of which belonging to Bart farms, but one of which perked its ears and let out a greeting nicker at the sight of the young lady reemerging from inside. It was a stallion, grey in color and tall in stature with muscle tone that was enough to put both the men and other stallions of this town to shame. Valedictorian was his name, and he was a Ten year old Stud horse that had sired many an admirable foal back on Bart farms, but to Ms. Lily he was so much more than a point of revenue. He was one of the two horses that Lily claimed as her pets more than they were her work. She loved them and cared for them all on her own, and she had done so ever since her father had gifted her the colt and the filly on her thirteenth birthday. Lily herself was just shy of 23, the perfect age for marrying, and both of her favorite horses were ten years old within only a few days of one another.Beside the stallion was another stud: bay in color and two hands shorter who was seemingly unable to stand still on his antsy hooves. He was young and stupid, barely broke and starting to take rounds to and from town to get a little experience under his belt and hopefully make him a little less idiotic. Both horses were saddled up and beside the bay was a young boy, no older than 14, waiting with a brown paper sack in his arms.“Heya, Jeffrey.” Lily greeted the boy. “Did Mr. Dale have those rolls I like at the bakery this mornin’? And did ya get the apples and oranges for the house?”“Yes’m.” The young boy confirmed with a nod as Lily took the bag from his arms and settled it into the saddlebag behind her well polished western saddle. Groceries would be much safer on Valedictorian than on the bay colt the boy was riding.All packed up, Lily hiked up one booted foot into the stirrup of her saddle and began to hoist herself up when a pair of massive hands clasped around her narrow waist and yanked her backward away from the horse, knocking er off balance and causing her to fall into the chest of the unknown man where he quickly enveloped her waist in his beefy arms, covered in black soot.“What in the hell-” Lily started to protest before the man, who she had still yet to be able to identify leaned in and pressed dry, dirty lips into Lily’s neck and his crotch forward into the small of her back.“Good mornin’ there, Ms. B.” The man spoke in a gruff voice as he kept the much smaller woman pinned to his body. Lily wasn’t short, standing at 5’9”, but this man dwarfed her nonetheless standing at what must have been at least 6’3”, and he was all muscle. “Now just when do you plan on inviting me over so that I can whoo you? I know how to treat a lady right, Ms. B. I can treat you right all night long.” He stated, whispering what he thought was seductively into her ear, but the voice had easily given away who was touching her alongside his massive size. It was David Drake, the local blacksmith. He had been trying to fuck Lily since she had barely sprouted a pair of tits and had yet to have any luck at all.“Damnit, Dave, get yer filthy hands off of me.” Lily responded, aggravation and an edge of fear evident in her voice as she started to attempt to jab the heel of one of her boots into his shin or an elbow into his solar plexus. So far, her jabs had yielded no results as he easily evaded her.“C’mon, Ms. B. A big man like me, you must know I’ve got a big cock too. I could have you screaming my name for hours.” He whispered to her, not hinting at letting up even as Jeffery began trying to pull the man’s hands off of his mistress. St. Augustine.May 17th, 1899.“They’ll see you now, Constable Wilborne.” The spectacled secretary informed the uniformed man, the only one in the lobby of the precinct headquarters for the small city. With a nod of thanks and a sigh, Constable Lucien Wilborne rose and headed towards the door leading to the Commissioner’s office. The meeting had him unnerved, no doubt wishing to discuss a certain incident he had been involved in just last month when he had…flown right off the handle with his rashness and impulse behavior. Not acceptable demeanors for any lawman of the state. Standing before the door, he removed his hat and ran a hand to slick back his hair, before entering in.There were two man within. One, with heavy drawls of greying black about his face, sat behind the desk, while another clean shaven man leaned against it. Both wore the pointed star of lawmen on their breasts. Both were serious and regarded Lucien gravely. “Have a seat, Mister Wilborne.” The Commissioner, a respected bureaucrat named Finch Rowan, said, waving Lucien to a chair in front of the desk. The other man, the Chief of Police and Lucien’s superior, Francis Elms said nothing but lit up a cigarette.“Thank you, Sir.” Lucien said as he sat, hat in his lap. He felt his heart thundering in his chest. What would their judgement be?“Mister Wilborne, after reviewing the incident report of April 2nd, we have come to a decision on how your case is to be handled.” Mister Elms finally spoke up, puffing out smoke. “But first, why don’t you regale us in your own words what exactly happened that night while patrolling your beat?”“Well Sirs, I responded to reports of a domestic abuse down on Lampwright Street.” Lucien explained slowly, as he had done twice already in the past few weeks. He didn’t know why they kept drilling him about this. Probably because the Mayor was being drilled about it by the media, affecting his chances for reelection. And in turn, the Mayor was drilling down on Rowan and Elms about. “There, I found Mister Scarlette, the accused, standing over his beaten and injured wife, sporting serious injuries to her face, by a shaving razor. I-““What was your connection with the victim?” Mister Rowan demanded.“She…uh, was a friend of my wife, Sir. My deceased wife.” Lucien said softly and after a gesture from Elms, he fell silent.“It was reported that you struck Mister Scarlette with a nearby lantern. What happened next?” Mister Rowan inquired.There was a lot being unincluded here but unless asked about it, Lucien could say nothing. But neither did he hold any regrets for what he did to that man, for doing what he did to that poor woman. Yes, he fell right off the handle and struck the man with the lantern. What happened next was…beyond his control. “The oil doused Mister Scarlette’s clothing and he caught fire.” Lucien answered bluntly.“In which he proceeded to burst into the street, fully on fire, where he screamed and died an agonizing death in front of a crowd, while you reportedly looked on.” Mister Rowan concluded.“Yes, Sir.” Lucien answered, never breaking eye contact. He had no shame over it. The bastard had it coming. The two men sighed and looked at one another. An officer of the law should have helped the man. Lucien had done nothing about it. Just watched.“You know what a serious issue this is, how it makes the Department look bad. The Mayor is not happy. Your name is plastered on every tabloid in St. Augustine, as a man with no mercy, exhibiting all the worst ruthless aspects of Law Enforcement.” Mister Elms explained. “I know you’re a good lawman, Mister Wilborne. You’ve been a member of the Force for over a decade. Normally, a devilish wife-beater like Mister Scarlette got what he deserved but the public exhibition of it…it’s not good, Mister Wilborne.”“I understand, Sir. I’ll accept whatever punishment you think is fitting for my actions.” Lucien replied, though still he felt not an ounce of regret or remorse. Mrs. Scarlette would never be the same. Poor Karen.“There are some calling for your own trial and imprisonment, even the death penalty. And we all know this isn’t your first case of…brutality. Like those punks running that gambling racket that you broke up the other year. What was it…three fractured skulls, numerous broken limbs, one permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Merited as these cases might be, it just won’t do.” Mister Rowan said. “The Mayor himself has been riding my ass all week, demanding your resignation letter on his desk. I however have a different sort of penalty in mind.” He said, before nodding to Mister Elms.“Tell me, Mister Wilborne, have you ever heard of a town called Silverhurst?” Mister Elms asked.“No, Sir.” Lucien answered, wondering why this mattered.“It’s a town in our State, near the frontier some ways east. They had some trouble with banditry and all. The local Sheriff, Mister Brown, a good God-fearing man, was lynched by a mob of gangsters not long ago. Terrible business, really.” Mister Elms explained. “They are in need of some stout new Sheriff there, to keep the peace. Naturally we thought of you.”“I…thank you, Sirs. But I’ve never been out of St. Augustine. I know little about the frontier.” Lucien said, rubbing the back of his neck, aching with confusion over this new tangent. “And how is this a penalty, might I ask? Is this not rather a promotion, to Sheriff?”“Just listen to the man, son.” Mister Rowan said. “Silverhurst in a state of emergency. Outlaws roam free in the town. The last Sheriff was killed in his own house. This appointment we’re giving you is not a cakewalk but to us, it seems the best compromise. You remain a lawman, the Mayor and others will see you out of St. Augustine. If they are lucky, they might even get their corpse. Are they going to be lucky, Mister Wilborne?” Mister Rowan said, peering at Lucien quite firmly.“No, Sir.” Lucien answered bravely, but his heart sank. He was being sent across the State, alone, to a strange environment all on his own. It was basically a form of indirect suicide. But he could appreciate at least they were trying to cover his ass, rather than give him up to the mob.“Then it’s agreed.” Mister Elms said, standing straight and rigid, sticking out his hand. Lucien rose, adorning his hat again and shook the Chief’s hat. “You’re expected within the week, son. God speed and good luck.”May 21st, 1899.( a railroad going right through Silverhurst county, Lucien Wilborne, the new Sheriff, had decided to come by horse. It was his first time in many years being on a beast, which he had purchased from a rancher in St. Augustine. He had sold everything in preparation for his move, including the house where once he had a happy family life, with a wife and child on the way. But that was only memories now, not sufficient to tie him to the place. With the proceeds, he bought what seemed to him a decent mount, supplies and equipment, and made the long trek on his own. After four nights and three days of travel, he arrived at the outskirts of the quaint little town.On the outside, it did not look like a troubled place. There was a central town with perhaps two or three dozen buildings, older ones made of timber and wood, with newer ones of brick and mortar. The landscape was arid, though there was much greenery spread here and there. Most of the town residents lived on farms and ranches all about, many of which he passed, with the central town containing all the other commodities and stores required for upkeep. Two saloons, each with competing barbers, a general goods store, a gunsmith, a butcher, stables, clothing shops, a hotel with running hot water, a postal office, a railway station, and of course a two storey Sheriff’s office in the middle of Main Street, complete with four jail cells in a cellar, an office and lounge on the first floor, and living quarters upstairs.There were also many other side businesses and black market proprietors, selling cheap liquor, drugs, moving swag, and running whores and prostitutes.It would be very evident that the newcomer was from the city. While many wore the wide brimmed short hats, the twenty-nine year old new Sheriff was wearing a black top hat. He wore pinstriped trousers tucked into high riding boots of black leather, up to his knees. He had a long dark blue surcoat with a shark tail, with twelve golden buttons neatly arrayed in front of his torso. Beneath was a white collared shirt. He had a gun holster hidden by the folds of his surcoat, with a well-maintained Mauser C96 and several spare rounds, a gift from relatives in Prussia where his mother’s peoples came from. On his horse were various small trunks and satchels containing his things. Around his neck was a gold cross, signaling his belonging to the Catholic denomination of Christianity. It seemed he was the only one of that following here in Silverhurst.Lucien Wilborne was here to be the Sheriff. He tried to greet a few passerbys to get a feel for the place. They all either stared at him suspiciously or passed without a word. Everyone looked sketchy and mistrustful, even the horses and the plain faced cattle. He passed small groups of men seated on the edge of boardwalks in front of rows of buildings, smoking and chatting, watching him under the rim of their hats with unkind eyes. He was an outsider. They could tell from his demeanor. Well it didn’t matter. He had instructions to reach the Sheriff’s office and see a certain Mister Burton, before going to visit Silverhurst’s mayor, a peculiar Mister Colin Stear. By all accounts, he was a spineless, cowardly excuse for a man.Damnit, Dave, get yer filthy hands off of me.The outburst sharply drew his attentions, a cold shrill of familiarity running through Lucien’s body. He saw a scuffle ongoing not far ahead, where a larger man was attempting to…fondle, grapple, or restrain a much smaller and younger looking woman. Lucien felt his lip twitch in the beginnings of a snarl but he did nothing yet, even as a small crowd was beginning to form. At least one brave fool tried to help the lady but he wasn’t having much luck either, like a child threatening a medieval knight with a stick. Lucien directed his horse to a nearby hitch, dismounting and bringing the reigns over the head of his horse, a sturdy creature named Arrow, and tied it to the hitch.No other lawman was about. No other man of virtue or good stock was coming to this young lady’s assistance. So he guessed it fell to him. And it most certainly did, as he took two steps from his horse, feet planted apart, and spat on the ground. “Hey!” He snapped firmly at the scuffling pair. “The lady is uninterested in your bullish charm. So do be a good chap and let her go.” Lucien warned, hands hovering just off his side.The larger man, Dave, finally seemed to take notice of him. With a swift elbow, he caught the young lad in the side of the face to knock him aside and shoved the woman aside. Then he spat right at Lucien’s feet- no, right on his boot in fact. “And who the fuck do you think you are?” He demanded of the newcomer. “Piss off city boy, before you get hurt.” To further emphasis his threat, the large blacksmith shifted his own jacket to reveal his own holster, the butt of a revolver sticking out.“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Lucien said in his deep, steady tone, “to be about your business and move on.”“No, the fuck I won’t. This piece of ass is mine.” Dave answered haughtily, hand drifting towards his gun. Lucien’s hand began to do the same. A deep silence fell. Even the wind seemed to pause, as the two men eyed one another down. Onlookers in the crowd began to take slow, steady steps backwards from the pair. It was evident what was about to happen. A duel. No one wanted to catch a stray.It happened suddenly. Dave’s hand seized his gun. Lucien shifted his foot aside and then dropped to one knee. Dave’s shot went right over Lucien’s shoulder. Lucien’s mauser put a round right in the blacksmith’s arm, jerking it aside and sending his pistol flying. Dave cried out and gripped his injured arm, while Lucien stood up, holding his gun at the ready. But at the same time…Arrow behind him gave a high pitched whine, droplets of blood splattered the side of Lucien’s face, and the horse collapsed dead into the sandy road, a puddle of crimson liquid expanding from its neck where an artery had been hit. It died instantly.But Dave cried out and stumbled back. Lucien hissed and felt the remorse of his horse hit him immediately. He felt like they had bonded well over the past few days. What a waste. “Get out of here before I put you in a wooden onesie.” Lucien warned and much to his relief, Dave took his advice and began to stumble off. Luckily, there was a doctor’s office just down the street. Sighing, Lucien straightened and holstered his gun when it seemed Dave was no longer a threat. Bored by his show of mercy, the onlookers began to disperse. He turned back to his horse, but it was to the young woman that he spoke to next as he knelt next to the beast, stroking its’s mane.“Are you alright, Miss? It’s not wise to provoke a bull when he’s in the presence of a china shop. But I see you aren’tfragile.” He remarked with dry sarcasm, as he began to detach his things from his dead horse. He sighed again. What was he going to do about this beast now?And who the hell was he?He had just ridden into town, shot someone, and got his horse killed. A great first day. Elms and Rowan weren’t joking about this place. He wondered if trial and jail time would have been more preferable.But this golden beauty certainly adds some colour to your day, no? ( stranger had ridden up without Lily even noticing, but it was fair considering her current situation. He focus wasn’t exactly on handsome lawmen arriving into town. In fact, it was almost entirely on a particular ugly blacksmith who threatened to leave bruises on every surface of her body that he dug his grubby fingers into. He was rough with her a he manhandled her and attempted to seduce her by whispering naughty things into her ear as she fought against him. She wondered if she knew if his breath smelled of liver and onions. The stench alone was enough to send her running to the hills if the bad manners weren’t a factor. The balls on this guy to assume that he had a chance with the wealthy ranch owner.Jeffery was also very little help to his mistress. At 14 he was a lanky lad with a mop of brown hair atop his head and he barely weighed a hundred pounds. He was built entirely of skin and bones and didn’t show signs of filling out any time soon either. If one saw him and his brother side by side they would never guess that the pair were related. Loyalty, however, was far more important to Lily and her farm than a strong back, and for that she was extremely grateful to have Jeffery. She had watched horses ten times his size make him bleed and eat dirt, but he always got back up and back to work. He loved his job out at Burt farms just as Charity and the rest of her staff did. Lilith treated her staff fairly and they made better wages than most of the townsfolk did.No one ever came to Lily’s assistance. It was no surprise that Burton, who was probably watching the entire escapade from the window, didn’t run to her aid nor did any of the other onlookers. The only reaction in Lily’s favor, really, were the single bachelors looking on who were angry it was Dave with his hands on the sweet lass and not one of them. There were at least a dozen men in the small town of Silverhurst who wished to court Lily Ann, but she had yet to give any one of them so much as the time of day. Tensions were growing, and men like Dave were getting more and more forceful. Masculinity was fragile, after all.Then he spoke, and Lilith’s gaze was caught by the look on his face though it was obvious he was focused on the brute rather than him.Who the hell was that?Jeffery let out a yelp as Dave’s elbow caught him on the cheek hard and he staggered back, clutching his wounded face as a reaction. When Dave tossed Lilith aside she stumbled and fell onto the porch of the sheriffs office with the tiniest and squeaks indicating her surprise that he had thrown her aside like a sack of potatoes rather than a living, breathing human being. Jeffery quickly hurried to her side and she wrapped her arms around his head protectively as she looked on to the ongoing showoff between Dave and this mysterious stranger who had taken it upon himself to rescue her despite the fact she didn’t know him from Adam. It was a mighty noble thing he was doing.“Come on, boys. We don’t need to be shooting at one another on account of me, alright?” Lilith tried to reason with them. She didn’t want to have anyone’s blood on her hands. None of this had to get anyone killed. Alas, her words went ignored and the confrontation continued, making Lilith hold Jeffery tightly and silently pray that no stray bullets would injure one of her horses. She had lost enough as it was. She didn’t need a lamed or dead horse because Dave was feeling a little extra horny that particular morning.Well, the lord seemed to be looking out for her, but Dave and the stranger's horses were not nearly as lucky. Bullets went flying, and both buried themselves into flesh. However, despite the carnage, Lilith couldn’t help but stare at the stranger in surprise. It wasn’t often that a city slicker came into town to begin with, let alone one with that kind of skill behind a trigger. Just what was this man’s business in Silverhurst, Lily Ann wondered. Once Dave was a safe distance away she got to her feet as did the boy at her side whose face was already beginning to swell and bruise- the bastard may have broken is cheekbone when he struck him.“I’m alright, sir.” Lily responded. “But I'm not sure that trying to get on my horse and leave can be considered provoking. He came at me.” She defended herself as she stepped around Valedictorian and the bay gelding to get a better look at both the man and his fallen horse. She wouldn’t allow him to slander her through his own unintentional ignorance. She didn’t provoke any of these men: they just didn’t know how to keep their hands or their opinions to themselves. She was a strong woman, but she wasn’t a stupid one. She didn’t go around shaking her ass and getting pissed if anyone would slap it.“Mighty sorry about your mount, sir. If you head down to the butchershop and talk to the owner he can give you a bit of cash for the meat and market it as dog food. Not nearly as much as a live horse is worth, but it’s better than taking a total loss.” Lily informed him, trying to be helpful though the idea of butchering a steed might seem brutal to some. However, brutality was pretty common in Lily’s home of Silverhurst. If such a thought made the man sick to his stomach… well… he probably didn’t belong in a place like this.Without hesitation both Lilith and Jeffery stooped down alongside the fallen animal and helped the stranger to unpack his belongings from the carcass. It quickly became obvious that Lilith was no pretty little housewife as she flung a pair of saddlebags over her shoulder and stood up straight with ease. No, a house wife didn’t have that kind of strength and they sure as hell wouldn’t have been willing to get down in the dirt while wearing a brand new dress as Lily Ann did. She was something different: something special. There wasn’t another woman in Silverhurst that could hold a candle to her in terms of hard work, and there were very few that were comparable in terms of beauty. The sturdy blonde was drop dead gorgeous and there was no denying it, but it wasn’t her looks that she was the most proud of. It was her horses and he reputation.“Now what brings you out here, sir?” She asked as she waited for him to gather his load. “And were are you headed with these bags? Let me a little Jeff help ya get there, eh?” She offered, a kind smile planted on her lips. What the hell was this woman made of? “My name is Lilith Ann Bart, and I own and run Bart farms about a mile up the road. You know… where grass actually still manages to grow as opposed to the pile of dirt this city is built upon. We can help you out with a new mount if you’re in the market. I breed and raise my own quarter horses- best horses in the south if I do say so myself, sir.” She rambled, but her intentions were pure. There wasn’t much that could be said on account of the woman’s misfortune. A simple soul trying to go about her life and that brute deciding he had the authority to harass and stop her. Well it was not a good start to his arrival in town regardless, having shot a man whatever the circumstances may be. It was Lucien’s job to win over and earn the trust of Silverhurst, not put their townsfolk in the ground. He could sigh in relief as no soul was sent to heaven or hell, except for his poor beast. After a few days, he had become fond of his horse. Now it lay dead, soon to be a rotting, flea-infested carcass.( had not exactly taken full stock of the woman in question either, until she strode over with an apology and, with her friend, began to assist him. Lucien nearly jumped out of his boots. Around a dead beast no lady of modest virtue should be around, let alone carryinghisthings. Perhaps such things are a common sight here but where he was from, women stayed respectable and were not the servants of men. A slight blush of embarrassment was in his cheeks and he quickly stepped over to the golden haired beauty, practically taking the bags and gear from her hands the second she took hold of it.“My gratitude miss, though I can certainly handle it from here. There is no need for you to dirty your hands with this.” He exclaimed to her, placing his things upon the boardwalk nearby, while also finally gazing over the woman as they stood close. Very close. In an arid place like this, she was as fresh as a cool breeze. The radiance shone off her hair like the first sunrise of a spring morning. Her clear eyes reminded him of the purest lakes, clear straight to the bottom. She was willowy, yet sinewy as well, clearly not a woman to whom labour and hardship was unknown. That seemed a sad thing to Lucien. Such a woman should be raised above reproach and such toil. She was a gemstone made flesh.And then he realized he was impolitely staring and continued to place his things upon the wooden sidewalk in front of the line of buildings. Where were the other lawmen too by the way? Someone had just been shot and a woman hassled. The woman, Lilith Ann Burt as she announced herself, made him an offer to acquire a new horse. Charitable offer or trying to make profit on an opportunity? She sounded like a door salesmen with her pitch. But he didn’t think being shifty and misleading were her qualities. With all finally done, he pushed his top hat a little back on his forehead and stuck his thumbs into his belt, considering the woman’s offer and her politeness. Wild strands of brown hair poked out from under his top hat.Down the street, Mister Burton and a few other bearded town fathers, the elders of Silverhurst, were gathering to investigate the gun-toting newcomer. But Lucien had his attentions on Lilith and Little Jeff only.“Well, it’s my pleasure to meet you, Miss Burt. Names Lucien Wilborne, from St. Augustine.” Lucien greeted, touching the tip of his hat in greeting. “And you are mighty kind for the offer. My line of work definitely requires a sturdy steed but I guess occupational hazard just got to mine. Poor Arrow.” Lucien said, indicating the slain horse with a nod. He began to notice too the crowd was still lingering, wondering about him. Well, it was not uncommon for troublemaking outsiders to literally get chased out of town by angry locals if they overstepped. He didn’t know he had just shot the blacksmith, someone that everyone in town had some dealings with.“I wish it wasn’t his fate to become dog meat. An unfitting end.” He lamented with a shake of his head, before turning his hazel eyes back to Lilith. “I am afraid work brings me out here to your fine town. You see,” Lucien began to explain, ready to push back his coat to reveal the Sheriff’s badge on his shirt, when Mister Burton and the others finally approached, looking menacing and unkind upon the stranger.“You there! Oye, you.” Mister Burton called out, interrupting Lucien, who turned with the same posture, thumbs hooked into his belt, to the newcomers.“Good day to you, partner-“ Lucien started to greet.“We don’t take kindly to your sort here, coming in here and shooting up the place. You better explain yourself there, fella’ before I take you down to the Office for questioning.” Mister Burton hissed.Lucien raised his hands defensively. “By all means, Mister.” He agreed with a smirk, which didn’t quite sit well on his friendly demeanor and handsome face. “And indeed, I would consider it a kindness if you pointed me in the right direction to the Sheriff’s office. My name is Lucien Wilborne,” Lucien said, smirking wider when he saw recognition flash into Burton’s eyes, who evidently knew that name and was supposed to keep an eye out for him. “And I’m here to be the new Sheriff of Silverhurst.” He declared, finally moving his coat back to reveal the polished, five pointed star badge on his breast. There was a ripple of astonishment and muttering among the crowd. A new Sheriff in town?Did someone note that one young feller who immediately turned on his heel, unhitched his own horse, and rode as fast as he could out of town?“I…I was not aware. Welcome, Sir. Eli Burton, at your service.” Burton said to Lucien, showing his own badge to reveal he was a local lawman too. And now he worked for Lucien. “We weren’t expecting you for some time and even then, they said you would come by train-““With what happened to the last Sheriff, I figured it was diligent to not follow protocol. There are some I believe who do not wish me here.” Lucien said. “But a moment, if you will, Mister Burton. You and I should discuss this later and not in full view of everyone else. Send for the butcher in the meanwhile.” He said, before turning back to Lilith. “Well, I’m afraid you know the truth now. I’m the new Sheriff in town and there is much I have to do now. But it would be my pleasure to visit your farm as soon as I may be, as I am going to be in need of a horse. The soonest you may accommodate me, I would be most gracious to you, Miss Burt.” Lucien said, again touching the rim of his hat in a gracious gesture to her.“It is also my duty to request you to come down to the Office later, to give a statement on what just happened here a few moments ago, if you will Miss Burt.” Lucien also inquired. “The sooner the better.” He said with a smile, looking at the other woman intently. Oh yes, definitely sooner the better, for she was a pleasant sort, and perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen in this state. There was a certain lustre to her that no grit or dirt could conceal, like an angel that had been caught in a sandstorm. The light and purity was not hidden from him. She seemed to him a model Christian woman. But unfortunately, there were no Catholics out here. Only him. That would be a problem.If there was nothing else. “Mister Burton, if you would be so kind…” he gestured, referring to being led to the Sheriff’s office, while also hoping there was some young boy or lad he could tip to carry his things thither. There is no need for you to dirty your hands with this.The statement made Lilith quirk a brow at the man, almost as a challenge. A city slicker like this had no idea what dirtied hands were if he thought that helping him to gather his things from the fallen equid wasdirtying her hands.Lilith knew hard work, and she knew what a set of dirty hands were, and what a set of blistered and bleeding hands felt like. She had suffered hands rubbed raw from a rope, and she had sliced open her delicate palms on not just one tool or rogue fence. Yet this new sheriff coddled her as though she were a child or maiden far above putting her back into anything. That was simply not who Lilith was, and at his assumption she found herself mildly offended by his arrogance. Had he himself ever truly gotten his hands dirty?Lilith was advanced beyond her time. While the single men of this town intended on making her a housekeeper and bed warmer she had no intention of ever going stagnant. Her pop hadn’t been stagnant. He had build the best horse breeding operation on this side of the state line from the ground up and then had entrusted it to his only a child: a daughter no less. She would work just as hard as her father had, and she expected subsequent children to do the same: no matter the genitalia they were born with. Neither the women who were content being useless nor the men looking for a stagnant woman to fuck could understand her, but they were bound and determine to break her spirit just the same as she ‘broke’ the horses. If they only knew that no spirit could be tamed… only reasoned with.She was almost too busy internally berating the man for his disrespect to notice his gaze, but when she did her brow softened. If any man would be allowed to admire her like that, it would certainly be the man who had gone out of his way to protect her honor. The people of Silverhurst didn’t expect him to stand up for women’s rights so it would earn him no brownie points with them, but it had earned him enough with her to allow her to forgive him for his comment about dirty hands. He was naive, but if he spent any considerable time in this little town of Silverhurst he would quickly learn that Ms. Bart was one of the hardest working people that ever did grace this town, second only to her father. Which was why all her missing horses were a huge loss.She listened patiently as he lamented his beast and introduced himself. Lucien. The name itself sounded exotic in its own right. Most of the youngsters born around here were given simple names: like Jeff and Lilith, respectively. Most mothers didn’t search the reaches of their minds for fancy names like Lucien, but Lily Ann had to admit that she liked the way it rolled off of the man’s tongue. It had an edge to it that was almost sexy, and she looked down to her boots with a little smirk as she contemplated this with a smirk.Oh Dear Lucien. She thought. The women of this town are going to eat you alive with their attempts to crawl into your trousers.Despite the way men ogled over Lilith it was easy to forget there were lots of young women of marrying age seeking stability around Silverhurst. A handsome man like Lucien would be quite popular.But they were interrupted before Lily could make any comments about it- probably for the better.She stepped back, guiding Jeff back as well. She liked the stranger, for the most part, but she still didn’t want to be caught up in the middle of it if he was about to be shot down in retaliation for what he had done to Dave. She wasn’t dumb enough to get shot for a stranger: she wasn't sure the same held true for this stranger who had literally just gotten into a gun fight on account of a man putting hands on a woman against her will. That type of chivalry was not custom in this part of the world.When he revealed his badge, however, Lily’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. That certainly wasn't what she had been expecting, but it meant that her and Mr. Wilborne would certainly be seeing each other more. She had plenty more trips to make to the sheriff's office in a desperate attempt to get something done about all of her stolen horses and damaged property. Maybe a new face would mean that something would actually get done for once rather than everyone just blowing her off on account of her femininity. There was, indeed, a new sheriff in town, and Lily owed him a horse.“My door is always open to you, Sheriff Wilborne. Whether it be early morning or late at night, we’ll get you a horse. Or a meal… if you get tired of the gruel you can find in the sheriff’s office.” She smiled kindly to him. Offering him a meal was far more than any of the other bozos in town had ever been offered. And an always open door? Lucien just might be the luckiest man in town. There were a few faces in the town displaying obvious disbelief.“As far as that statement, don’t worry about it. I think Dave got a big enough slap on the wrist already today. Getting shot will leave a lasting taste in his mouth that just isn’t the same as a citation, sir.” She Smiled before hopping onto Valedictorian with ease, her skirts ruffled up and showing a bit of smooth, muscular leg to the crowd. She looked soft enough to touch- exactly why Dave had.“I’ll see you soon, I Hope, Sheriff.” She regarded him. Ignoring the rest of the gathers. “And we’ll get you set up with a mount that’s almost as beautiful as my own.” She gave him a wink before stroking the broad neck of the grey stallion she sat upon: towering over Lucian and everyone else from the back of the large steed. “Good day.” She touched the tip of her own sun hat in a mimicking motion of Lucien’s own greeting.Then she was gone. Trotting off along the dusty road toward the rolling hills of grass that she called home with Jeff quickly in tow.“You are one lucky bastard.” A young man from the crowd spoke up before lightly clapping Lucien on the shoulder as he passed by, heading back to work. He was decently handsome with blonde hair and a scruffy beard, around the same age as Lucien. “Most of us have been trying to get invited over to her place for dinner for about two years now. You better not let that opportunity pass you by, sheriff. Couldn’t find a prettier thing if I grew flowers.”That was Michael Evenson. He, like many, had hoped to court Lilith, but unlike the others he was far from aggressive or abrasive towards the young woman. Even so, however, he had had no luck romancing her: only in befriending her. He was one of the few good ones, Lilith believed, but she just didn’t feel the same way about the humble shopkeeper. He could be one of Lucien’s few allies in this forsaken town so long as the new Sheriff was as good hearted as he already seemed to be. The verbal voucher of a hot meal at Ms. Burt’s homestead seemed a most enjoyable prospect, before Lucien caught himself with the emotion. As much as one ought to enjoy the kind hospitality of small town residents, he was forced to recall that he was here on a mission and to do his duty as chief lawman in the district. He was here to clean up the town and no doubt he would be kept very busy for personal house calls. Still, a man with such forlorn chances of success in his mission might be more tempted to seek any help or advantage he can get, especially if it included a full stomach. He could only smile and touch the rim of his cap again in gratitude to Ms. Burt for her offer.He watched the golden beauty mount onto her horse, though her remark sullied the image. “I would insist Ms. Burt, on the statement regardless but at your leisure then, I suppose. You’ve had quite the harrowing experience.” He told her as she moved to depart, nodding his head with a short wave as she beckoned him good day and turned to ride off. Well that wrapped up a pleasant conversation with a pleasant woman. Now he could get back to getting settled in. Turning, he nodded to fellow lawman Eli Burton to proceed onwards to the Sheriff’s Office, Lucien gathering up his things, when he realized that their accompanying crowd was still all about him.And as if Lilith Ann’s departure lifted a spell, they all finally seemed to return back to reality, dispersing now that the drama and activity was over. A man had been shot, there was a new Sheriff, and apparently he had more luck than a leprechaun. Lucien was in fact surprised by the young man’s statement as he passed by, reflecting on the Sheriff’s conversation with the young spitfire maiden. He didn’t think it was much. Just two individuals being polite? He didn’t know what to say to this man beyond a “I’ll be sure to do that” in respond to not missing the opportunity. He had to remind himself again. He wasn’t here to make lovers. He was here to do a job. A very bloody, gritty, and ruthless job. Best keep decent folks away from him, since he was sure the forces of retaliation now had his number.“Who was that young man?” Lucien inquired of Mister Burton as they walked down the boardwalk to the Office.“Mister Evenson. Michael Evenson. He runs the General Store in town, after his father and grandfather did.” Eli said, turning around and nodding to a building at the far end of the street from where they were walking. “That blue lumber building yonder.” Lucien looked and nodded. He thought about Lilith Ann too and that she owned and ran a farm of her own, with horses for sale.“Lot of young folks in business here in Silverhurst it seems.” Lucien remarked.“Why yes, Sheriff Willborne.” Eli said with a sad sigh. “And one would think that ought to be a good thing. But here it isn’t. It’s the gangs you see. They ride into town like they own the place, stealing and looting whatever they can. The elderly with all their pride stand up for themselves and for that same pride get put down for the long sleep in a wooden onesie. The rest get the example and don’t ask questions no more.”Lucien couldn’t believe it. “The gangs really have that much power?”“God forbid they come to town on the same day for their tribute. You’ll think it was the Civil War part two.” Eli remarked drily. “It won’t be long before the town runs out of any produce or treasure to give up. And there has been talk among some that soon the young women might become a commodity.” He added in a low voice.“Christ Almighty.” Lucien sneered. “But you’re still here, Mister Burton. An old timer, by the looks of it. You’ve been doing pretty good then, haven’t you?” He asked with some measure of hope. Someone was holding the line right?But no, Eli disappointed him. “Everyone wants to be the prettiest or biggest flower in the garden. I just want to stay in the garden.” He said.“Well, we’re going to fix up this pretty garden so no one gets plucked out anymore.” Lucien vowed, before a gust of wind blew a soft sheet of sand their way. He chuckled. Yes, what a wonderful garden this was.The Sheriff’s Office was quite accommodating. A two storey building, with an office and three jail cells on the main floor. The armoury had a few dusty rifles and the liquor cabinet had apparently been ransacked in the interval between Brown’s death and Lucien’s appointment. A few of the chairs were rickety and could use repairs, something he could do himself. But with a little wash and elbow grease, it could become quite an efficient office space. The second floor was his living quarters, with a bed tucked in a corner, a bucket for pissing, a table in another corner and a hearth for a fire. There was a balcony too that overlooked Main Street. A perfect place for him to sit and watch during downtime, the railing just over the painted sign that readSheriff’s Office.He put all his things way and purchased some basic foodstuffs from Evenson’s store to stock his shelves. He purchased clean parchment as well to begin sketching a layout of Silverhurst for his own designs. He made sure the keys to the jail cells were still efficient and locked appropriately. With that being done, he decided he would spend the following day meeting and greeting the citizens, many of whom dropped in with welcomes to the town and unloading of all their grievances since Christ himself had walked the Earth, evidently. Lucien got the feeling some even wanted him to prosecute the dead if it might get them something.Some were visibly unhappy when they learned he was of a Catholic denomination. But that shouldn’t affect his work now should it?Night came and Lucien settled in for sleep in his new home. Midnight had passed hours ago whentheycame. They came forhim.It was a nightmare. Four or five of them rode up and cocking their shotguns and rifles, opened fire on the Office until they had nothing left to shoot. The entire front end was riddled up. It shocked Lucien right out of bed and he fell to the floor, before pulling the bed frame onto it’s side to cower behind. Floor boards were torn up and glass shattered. Bullets ricocheted off the walls and landed with softclinkson the ground. Once the shooting stopped, he heard a voice call out. “We run this town? Got it? Tell the Sheriff to fuck off to back wherever he came! This is our town!” And then hooting and hollering, they wheeled their horses and rode out of town, just as Lucien burst out finally through the front door after scrambling to find his gun. He aimed, but they were already out of sight. Bastards.He really needed to hit back at them. And to start, he needed mobility like they had.He didn’t sleep much. How could he after that? Luckily it was much closer to dawn and he didn’t have to wait long for the town to awake. They had heard the shooting and there was already a rumour that Lucien was dead, though at least half the townsfolk saw him emerge quite unscathed from the ruined front end of his Office. Now they were less friendly to him, for they thought he was a man who’s clock for life was ticking down its final minutes. Why make friends with a dead man? But Lucien had no intention of dying anytime soon. For too long, the gangs operated with impunity, always attacking the town, never having to defend themselves from retaliation. Well that was going to change.He needed a horse again. A good sturdy beast. The best. He took after barely after 7am on May the Twenty-Second, Eighteen Ninety-Nine anno domini. He walked the full mile to Burt Farms, gun loose in his holster, always looking over his shoulder. Lucien felt so vulnerable without a horse. Someone could ride up at any easy distance and shoot him dead with a quick escape. He needed to keep up. A moving target was also much harder to hit than a slow, basically halted target. He arrived at Burt Farms just after 8am, dressed in the same outfit as the day before. His suitcase unfortunately had taken a few shots, putting holes through some of his breeches and jackets.He was both the Sheriff and the most impoverished man in Silverhurst by all accounts. He needed every bit of help he can get. He came to the front door of the Burt Farms manor and knocked, though he guessed that the inhabitants of the farm were probably in the fields. So that’s where he took off too, wandering around the property in search of any soul who might help him. He didn’t say anything about a new horse, saving that for Lilith Ann herself, but only told others he was here to collect her statement about the incident yesterday.Which seemed to amuse the helpers on the farm, who had heard about his own incident the previous night.This man wasn’t going to last another week. News did indeed travel fast. She had sent a young girl into town at the break of dawn to pass on a letter to Mr. Evenson concerning some inhabitant hens of silverhurst farm who were ready to become nice roast dinners. The shopkeeper would need to come fetch them and have them butchered, but otherwise Lily was willing to give them up for free for Michael to sell for his own profit this week since her coop was overpopulated and he was hurting for money: the gang took its toll on everyone. However, she came back with some info of her own that she passed on to Ms. Burt and the other workers on her land quite excitedly. Young girls lived for gossip.So, of course, as the new sheriff came wandering onto the property he was met with bemused smirks and knowing eyes. Everyone was sure he was a dead man walking, but Lily Ann wasn’t of agreement with that. She just might have been the only one in the entire town of Silverhurst that had any faith at all in the new, young sheriff. In fact, she found herself relieved that he had not been injured in the gun fire. It would be a true crying shame if he died before she was able to treat him to dinner.But no matter that. There were horses that needed fed and worked.In blue jeans and an oversized button up shirt, Lilith went about her morning chores as the sun only just started to peek over the horizon. She tossed hay into the pastures and the individual stalls in the barn. She went to milking her shorthorn in the corridor then poured the fresh milk into a few bowls for the barn cats, who happily started to lap up the liquid, then dumped the remainder in a trough outside where a trio of pigs happily got to work drinking down the fatty and nutritious milk. She dropped scratch for the chickens in the grass before opening the doors to each of her four coops and letting the animals out to feed between squawks.Next she checked up on her pair of pregnant broodmares. The majority of her herd had already dropped their foals, but those two were holding onto their fat bellies a little longer than Lily thought they needed to. They were in individual stalls beside one another, munching away at the hay she had already dropped for them, and looking as fat as ever. She reached out to one of them, laying a gentle hand on the underside of her belly where she felt the weight of the unborn foal shifting. It brought a smile to Lily’s face as she looked up at the Chestnut mare. This horse was Miami Copper, and she was Lily’s favorite mare on the property. Miami and her grey stallion, Valedictorian, were Lily’s horses. They would never be sold unlike the rest of the horses on the property: everyone had a price tag except for them.“Come on, Old girl.” Lily whispered to the mare. “I’m ready to meet your foal. Stop hogging it for yourself.” She chuckled, giving the mare’s withers a pat. The golden lady was bred to the grey king himself: the foal in her belly was very important to Lily Ann.She sat there a moment, just watching the mares in calm silence as the sun finally made a full appearance over the eastern slopes of the world. A sunrise always deserved to be appreciated- especially in this town where one never knew which sun would be their last. But just as Lily began to feel herself zoning out a shrill whinny sounding from her left caught her attention. That voice belonged to one particularly high spirited three year old that her main ranch hand had been desperately trying to break. And soon after the horse’s voice had been heard she heard a distinct thud followed by the low cursing of a man’s voice. It brought a smile to Lily’s face.Thrown again.“Now John. Are you ever going to learn how to ride that horse?” Lily teased him as she exited the barn and walked toward the huge, sandy arena where the noises had come from.John was Jeffery’s older brother. He was 18, sturdy, and turning in to a fine man. He was good looking, hard working, and sweet tempered except when it came to this particular dark bay colt. He spent his days working the farm alongside Lily Ann and had developed his own boyish crush on her, but it was nothing like the way men in town fawned over the female ranch owner. He was always respectful and, more importantly, understood that courtship between the two of them was unlikely if not impossible, so he never pushed his luck with the older woman who also just so happened to be his boss. Her teasing, however, always reminded John of just why he loved Lily Ann even in these times of frustration.“I swear to ya Lil, this bastard is never going to be tamed! I’ve been trying to ride that hunk of stupidity for two months yet and no matter what I do he won’t let me stay on his back.” John replied, spitting in the dirt and wiping dust from his brow.“He knows you’ve lost patience with him, John. So he’s lost all willingness to try and work with you.” Lily climbed over the wooden fence and dropped into the dirt on steady feet before calmly walking towards the nervous horse who was pacing back and forth in front of the gate. “Go on and tag out, Johnny boy. Let a pro show you how it’s done.” She winked and reached out, laying a soothing hand on the horse as she took hold of it’s bridle with care.As John hopped over the chest-high fence he noticed a man wandering towards them and he cocked an eyebrow. He didn’t recognize this man, but it was obvious that whoever it was had noticed them down at the arena and was headed their way. Another one of Lily’s suiters, probably. The gall of these guys really made John sick. These guys seemed to have no limits. “Hey! Lily! We’ve got company!”“I’ll take care of it after I ride your horse, John! Don’t worry about it!” Lily responded as she lopped the reins over the horses head and tightened up the cinch to make sure this saddle wasn’t going to flip over on her. Ever since John had started doing most of the breaking Lily rarely got to ride through a good buck. The adrenaline of this challenge was painting a smile so wide on her face that Lily might even look a bit crazy to an outside party.“Alright boy. Lets do this. Show me what you got.” Lily whispered to the colt before in one fluid motion she hoisted herself up into the saddle.The colt, effectively named Tantrum, took off with all the spirit that Lily had been hoping for and the sounds of laughter would be audible to John and the approaching Sheriff Wilborne. The bay horse was bucking so high that his back ankles were above Lily’s head and he snorted loudly in irritation over the rider on his back. But that didn’t matter. Lily had been prepared for all of the buck the horse could offer and she held on with ease: one hand even in the air to show off her skill to John who had been thrown from this colt countless times. The young man snorted and rolled his eyes at Lily’s display and looked to Lucien Wilborne, finally pairing the face with the description… and the rumors. He nodded at him in acknowledgement as he reached the fence then turned his eyes back to Lily who was still firmly seated in her saddle.“That woman never ceases to amaze me.” John mumbled. There seemed to be some sort of hostility to male visitors such as himself. Lucien didn’t know whether it was just suspicion from all the recent violence or that the ranch hands were very defensive of their employer. No doubt word of her own suffering at the hands of a uncouth suitor had disseminated around and the presumption that other men were no different was put against him. Regardless, it was sour grapes for them, as Lucien was here by both invite of Ms. Burt and moreover that he was Sheriff and could go where he pleased on official business.As if there weren’t more enemies that he could make.Following whatever vague instructions he got on Ms. Burt’s whereabouts on her own ranch, Lucien meandered through the collection of buildings, barns and warehouses, until he came to an open space containing many beasts. He heard someone give a warning of his approach, referring to her asLily. How informal. Did that mean…she had a prospective suitor? He had barely known her an hour yet that thought disappointed and grieved Lucien immensely. Still, it wasn’t his business to court a Lady. He began to approach the speaker in question who had addressed her so familiarly, touching the rim of his hat in greeting. But before he could utter a word as to why he was here and what his intent was, he was momentarily stunned by the sudden outburst of a great colt racing forth. Upon it’s back was a lithe figure, with a golden mane and a face of determination.There was Lily-Ann Burt, a marvel and treasure of Silverhurst.He came to the fence near to John and rested his powerful forearms upon its top railing, watching the woman ride the wild horse. It seemed quite dangerous to Lucien, a fierce interaction that might warrant a broken limb or two if Lily was thrown from its back. Surely there were other men more suited to the task of taming so wild and unruly a beast? Yet again his conception that Lily-Ann Burt was a modest and decent woman of hearth and home were shattered as she not only survived the steed’s flailing but slowly overcame it with patience and skill. In a haughty display, she even loosened her grip to signal with her arm that all was well. Truly had Lucien never seen a greater depiction of horsemanship anywhere else but in that moment.“Even attired as a man she’s a real piece of art.” He commented to John. “G’morning. Lucien Wilborne, Sheriff.” He introduced himself to the farmhand. He looked familiar to the younger lad who had been accompanying Ms. Burt yesterday. He pushed his brimmed hat up with a finger so that it rested further back upon his scalp, unveiling his forehead. His longcoat fluttered about his legs from the wind while his lower jeans and boot were dusty from the walk. The holster with his Mauser pistol hung off the side of his hip. “You sure that isn’t too dangerous for Ms. Burt there?” He inquired of the lad after introductions.A foolish question. It was rather a thing of fun for the young woman. There was a bravado and recklessness that was hard not to admire though. She was so unlike the woman of the time. She worejeans. She did not shy away from work even though she had wealth and position to do so. She did not seem the sort to spend their days in a rigid schedule of bath, tea time, naps, and salon gatherings to hear the latest gossip. She radiated light, which seemed to get caught in her hair then slowly released itself as if it glowed on its own. And what was he to her flame, but a dead man walking? He felt his purpose here would be cruel to take one of her well trained and well bred steeds to accompany him on his mission of peril and danger.“Mornin’, Ms. Burt.” Lucien greeted her when she finally settled up with her beast. He nodded to Tantrum. “I see you have a way with the bucks and the studs, huh.” He pointed out, also referring to her incident with the overzealous blacksmith. He supposed he himself could be included in what Lily could so expertly manage. “A little bird told me that I could get some good horses here. Loyal. Strong.” Lucien said with a smile, though of course thelittle birdhe referred to what Lily herself. He clattered his hands on the fence, glancing a moment towards the man beside him. “I’m in the market for one if you aren’t too busy. Is there someone I can talk to or do you do the selling as well as the training and rearing?” Lucien inquired, for he had yet to visit a stable not managed by a male figure. Or one that even possessed female assistants and workers.He scratched and rubbed his throat a moment, feeling a little dry from the early walk. And being paranoid and cautious was hungry work as well. But a meal would have to wait. He needed to get back out there, mobile and fast, and deal with the gangs. Maybe he could get some information from Lily or her helpers, since they seemed to be victims of the violence too.Stolen horses.He could take some detail on that so he knew what to look for. John couldn’t help but curl up his lip into some sort of grimace as the sheriff complemented Ms. Burt in such a way. Calling her a piece of art as though she were nothing more than something to look at. All these fellas here in Silverhurst were the same, all they saw was a show piece, and that wasn’t what Ms. Lily was. She was functional, practical, and he be apt to argue that she was a better worker than any of the men he had met who had wandered in looking to court his boss. If only they can see her the way that John did. The man who did would realize she was so much more than a pretty face and only then would they even remotely deserve any sort of chance with Ms. Lily.“She’s a better rider than I am and I do most of the breaking ‘round here these days.” John said. “Seein’ as Ms. Lily has to take care of all the managin’ and she keeps a careful eye on the pregnant mares and newborn foals she don’t have much time to break the youngin’s anymore. But damn if she doesn’t love it when she gets ta ride ‘em. There has yet to be a horse born on this farm under her care that Ms. Lily couldn’t ride. We all look up to her ‘round here, sheriff. I don’t know that ya could find a more loyal staff in the county.” He stated, giving the sheriff a sideways glance.So don’t try anything funny.There was a silent warning in that message. Any one of the employees here would jump in to help Ms. Lily, and John himself would be happy to break the Sheriff’s nose if he tried to lay unwanted hands on the woman. John didn’t like the looks of this guy, and the whispers about him around town and now the farm painted the image of him to be even worse. He was damn near about dead already after only one day, he was a city slicker, and, heaven forbid, he was catholic too. Lucien Wilborne spelt nothin’ but trouble in Silverhurst, so just why was Ms. Lily being so kind to the man? Inviting him here?Once the score was settled between ole Lily and Tantrum, she reached out to gently stroke the neck of the heaving beast as he came ‘round mentally. “See?” She whispered to the horse, hearing the boys chattering about something or another but entirely too focused on the horse. “There’s a good horse hidden in you somewhere too. Now you gotta start bein’ nicer to John or he might just shoot you. I can’t even say I would much blame him, boy.” She chuckled before guiding Tantrum to the fence by his rein. It wasn’t exactly what the steed was used to as he was not much experienced under the saddle aside from bucking, but he did his best to obey.“What a fine mornin’ it is, sheriff.” Lily greeted him in return, her voice soft and cheery despite having just been riding a bucking bronco. Was she even remotely short of breath? “I have yet to meet a stud that I couldn’t handle, sheriff, but some of them fight ya a little more than others.” She chuckled, obviously catching the underlying message about what had happened between her and Dave the day prior. “However, I think there are a lot less horses that deserve to be put down than men.”She swung her leg over the horse and, in a fluid movement, found herself on her own two feet in the dirt once more. She looped the reins over the colt’s head and handed them off to John who accepted them without any hesitation. “I’m afraid, Sheriff, that if you’re in the market for one of my horses it’s me you’re going to have to deal with. Good ole Johnny here has a playdate of his own with Tantrum yet this morning. But don’t you worry, I know every single one of the horses on the property and I’m quite sure I can handle this.” She said, taking note of the way he so foolishly assumed that John would be in charge or sales as horse managing was traditionally a man’s job. What a simple and primitive mindset. Lily might not have been allowed to vote in town, but out here on the ranch? She was the mayor.Lily climbed over the arena fence and walked right past Sheriff Wilborne, motioning with her dust-stained hand for him to follow her as John climbed back into the arena with tantrum. They walked down the hill a ways, Lily wiping her hands off onto her jeans as they approached one of the barns or, more specifically, one of the water spouts outside the barn. She flipped up the handle and soon the nozzle started to freely flow water in which Lily washed her hands before grabbing the ladle which hung on the spout and taking a drink. The cold water felt almost heavenly as it flowed down her gullet. She had been working all morning. It was nice to have a drink.“Now tell me, Sheriff, do you have any preferences on this here new steed of yours? Mare? Stallion? Gelding? I have em all. Some pretty coat colors too. But really, I already went about picking out someone for you this morning, and I’d very much like for you to meet him first. I’ve been saving him for a special home, in all honesty, and I think he’d be perfect for you.” She stated.Lily filled up the ladle with water a second time before handing it to the sheriff. She had noticed the way he had been rubbing at his throat. The man looked parched, and Lily could understand why living in a dusty town like Siverhurst. He would have to get used to this place, but she couldn’t exactly say it grew on a person. This town was filled with misery and murder. If she didn’t have the family ranch here, Lily herself would have uprooted and moved to somewhere else a long time ago. Why anyone would movetoSilverhurst rather thanawayfrom it she would never understand. Lucien Wilborne might just be as dumb as he was good looking. She just hoped he wasn’t going to get another horse shot.She motioned him to follow once more and she entered the big red barn and started walking towards the stalls at the back. “If you see anyone you like, go ahead and stop me, but Vindicator is here at the back.” As they began to get closer to the stallions stall, the sound of his mighty impatient pawing began to sound through the aisleway. Whatever John’s hidden meaning was, it was lost on Lucien as he watched Ms. Burt tame and control the stubborn horse. It was not difficult to comprehend where the admiration and adoration came from. The woman portrayed nothing but confidence, skill, and a reserved nature, admirable qualities for any fighter in the game of life. She was passionate about what she did and everyone knew it without her needing to brag or boast about it.The loudest virtues were those often done quietly.How such a flower managed to spring and bloom in a wild warzone like Silverhurst, Lucien didn’t know. But it gave him a much bigger reason for wanting to clean up this County.“If only that could be true, Ms. Burt.” Lucien responded grimly to her jest about putting down less horses and more men. It was a shame that criminal scum could hide behind the basic rights of humankind to live and breathe while conducting their foul transgressions against God and country. If there wasn’t a fence impeding him, he would have been at her side to help her dismount but she clearly didn’t need it. He was surprised, though not unwelcoming of it, when she declared she was the one who would be assisting him in his purchasing and search. “Not a problem, ma’am. An expert is an expert.” He simply acknowledged with a slight smile. No, quite the opposite.With a nod and a touch of the rim of his hat to John, he turned to follow after Ms. Burt. His longer legs allowed him to follow at a more leisurely pace a few steps behind her, thumbs tucked into his belt, while his fingers drummed on the side of his legs. He reprimanded himself twice as his eyes ended up wandering down to the sway of Lily’s hips, the fabric of her jeans hugging her legs and waist line so firmly that it wasn’t difficult to imagine the shape of them. But no, that was inappropriate and he should know better. He could not degrade Lily like that, even if it was harmlessly within his own thoughts. It was not harmless. It could leak into his judgement and affect his work.It could cost lives.He wasn’t here for intimacy.No, quite the opposite.They came first to a water pump and he stood by while she took a quick drink, the water sparkling in the morning sunlight. At once he felt the itch of his throat burn more and he had to turn to spit some sand and grit from his mouth, wiping his lips as he turned back to her. He opened his mouth to give her an answer as to what sort of horse he needed but Lily seemed to have an answer for him, which made him pause and smile at her extrapolation. “Oh, thank you ma’am.” He said when she offered the ladle, coming forward and bending like an aged tree in the wind as he leaned down to gulp the water. He sloshed it in his mouth and then swallowed, before having another spoonful. That felt refreshing and he felt the cold trickle in his stomach, which was necessary to burn the rising fires of passion he was starting to feel. He found all sorts of excuses not to look directly at Lily, taking an interest in a flock of birds or the shade of a nearby tree or the redness of the barn. Her eyes might cause that fire to gorge itself even larger within him.“I won’t lie to you, Ms. Burt, as to what sort of work I’ll be putting your horse through.” Lucien said as they moved towards the stalls at the rear of the barn, already catching sight of a most magnificent beast. Rather than excite him, it brought a feeling of melancholy upon him. Could he really take such a glorious beast into the inferno of danger and shootouts with him? His old horse had already paid that price. How many more would suffer before law and order took hold again within Silverhurst? “I require a steed suitable to the dangers of law enforcement. I need a steed that’s strong, swift, and can endure pain and misery. I do not doubt that it will come through these first couple of days without being unscathed. And I would hate to lead one of your nobler beasts to a dirty end. You know what sort of work I’m going to be doing.” Lucien said, guessing at how much she really knew about it all, if she did. He felt his hand drift to touch the hilt of his sidearm.He was going to war.And he would get those bastards for what they did.Vindicator was a large horse, as black as midnight without moon or star, and evidently eager to be out and about. Lucien could already feel a kinship with the horse, sharing a vigour with him. He offered his hand to the beast and when it seemed calm, he reached out to pet and stroke his powerful neck, his hand running through the finely combed hair. “This is more than ample. He is majestic. Vindicator you said? A suitable name. There is much to vindicate here in Silverhurst, I have found.” He said, giving her a side look, trying to gleam what she might know. Most people didn’t want to talk about it. Those who talked often suffered reprisals. But if she had so loyal a group of helpers and employees, how would the gangsters find out? Again though, if there was a mole among her people, he could be putting her in great danger simply by being here.“I will accept this horse, if you are willing to part with it given what I’ve said. That being arranged then, I was wondering if I might talk with you, Ms. Burt. Firstly, to take a statement of what happened to you yesterday. I must insist that it be done by the book, ma’am. And secondly…you once mentioned before you have had horses lost or stolen.” Lucien said, turning to glance around them, tugging his hat lower to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked about for any possible eavesdroppers or informants. Everyone else seemed a fitting distance away but he wasn’t going to take any chances. “May we speak somewhere more private?” He asked, not realizing that was often used as a preclude by many other suitors to get her alone. He must have sounded like the dozen or so men who tried their hand with courting her. Lucien did not know, nor was it his intent. He was here only to shoot the bad guys and to protect the flowers of innocent like her from being trampled on.

Ride a Horse, Save a Cowboy (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Owning the Dragon

((AU notes: this starts before the events in ASOIAF(one year previous, in 297AC), where Jon Arryn is still alive as Hand andnot yet discovered the Lannister secret. Children are aged up 3-4 years, so Jon and Robb are 18, Daenerys is 17, Sansa is 16, Arya is 12, Bran is 10, Rickon is 6))When the raven arrived, Lord Eddard Stark could hardly believe the news. In some ways he didn't want to believe it. Apparently, his disraced and exiled vassal Jorah Mormont had tracked down Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen in Pentos. He had trapped them and they were on a ship coming back to Westeros and to face the justice of King Robert Baratheon. Ned was summoned to Kings Landing to witness their trial before the king and presumably, their execution. Ned had just as little love for the Targaryens as Robert, whose father had killed his father and elder brother, as well as their brother who had been the root cause of the rebellion when he kidnapped his sister, Lyanna, betrothed to Robert. For his good deed, Mormont was being given back his title and lands, the ones that were taken from him by Ned himself.While in the Red Keep for their trial, Ned is unsurprised by Robert demanding the pair's death, and while Eddard knows that there is nothing that can be said to spare Viserys, his honor makes him beg for the life of Daenerys, still a but a child and certainly completely innocent of her family's wrongdoings. Surprisingly, Robert's loyalty to his good friend is enough to spare her life, under multiple conditions. First, her name and any claims to the throne or lands are stripped. She is officially now Daenerys Stormborn, and nothing but a peasant, given into the care of Eddard Stark as a ward and exiled from the kingdom below the Neck. She will live her life in the North, or not at all. Finally, so that there is not two traitors under his roof, Theon Greyjoy will continue to be warded in the South.And so, satisfied with having spared an innocent life, but unconforted that a symbol of his lost father, brother and sister was now his ward, Ned Stark and his men, along with Daenerys started north along the Kingsroad, finally coming into sight of Winterfell slightly more than a week later. He spoke very little to Daenerys, simply telling her that he would not seek vengance upon her and that she would be taken care of. In truth, he didn't have it in him to care much about her. His emotions wanted to cut her head off, not that it could return his dead family, but his honor wouldn't have it. He supposed that he would find her some suitable marriage some day, if only to rid himself of the painful reminder living in his home.With scouts returning early to announce Lord Eddard's arrival, the children came riding to greet the party, both to see their Lord father as well as to see the beautiful maiden whom was coming home with him. Upon riding up, the Ned's bastard Jon Snow could not keep his eyes off of the silver haired girl, staying on her side of the party while the trueborns tended to go to their father first. Robb, the heir to Winterfell couldn't help but notice her as well, though was more interested in asking about her executed brother. Ned's oldest daughter was the first to ride up to Daenerys, introducing herself, "My Lady, my name is Sansa, and I'm so happy that you're here! It's been dreadful to not have any proper lady beside my mother to talk to. Arya, she's practically a wolf herself!" Ned quickly stepped in, remanding his daughter. "She is no Lady... not any more. She's stripped of her title, lands and name. She's but a commoner now." To that, Jon couldn't help but snicker to himself; finally, someone whom was under even the bastard of Winterfell. Daenerys Targeryan had spent her whole life subjugated to her older brother's will. She could barely remember a moment when Viserys had been kind to her... Only in her earlier childhood, in the beautiful house with the red door that always smelled like lemons... He'd tell her stories and hold her hand, and she adored him... But soon enough they were thrown to the streets to fend for themselves. And the abuses slowly became more and more intense. Viserys would snap at her for the smallest offences, threatening her to awaken the dragon if she opened her mouth.She never understood the true meaning of being the daughter of a king... a princess in her own right. She had been raised in so many different households, depending on the generosity of other noblemen to even be able to survive... But the generosity was quickly disappearing, and she did not know where they'd live after no more doors were open for them to spend the night.She was almost relieved when they were taken back to Westeros... Until reality fell like an full-sized dragon on top of her... She was going to be executed, and her short, meaningless life would come to an end... She walked into the trial trembling, trying to take her brother's hand, looking for confort, for the love she had yearned for her entire life, but received nothing but a cold glare and a cold shoulder. She realized then and there Viserys not only didn't love her at all, but he truly despised her... And she'd have to spend her last minutes in this world knowing she was never loved.She wept silently as her brother begged for his life. No one listened, no one answered his words, not this time. This time, Viserys had overstayed his welcome... and he payed the price for their father's sins.She breathed slowly, scared, not being able to move a single muscle, knowing she was up next... And yet, someone spoke up for her. Eddard Stark, lord of Winterfel, save her life.The journey to Winterfel was harsh and slow... She wasn't used to riding horses for so long, but she decided not to protest. Lord Stark had made it very clear that she would be taken care of, but she could see the ice in his eyes... He wouldn't hurt her, she would have a bed to sleep in and food to keep her healthy, clothes not too suffer from the harsh winters, but that was all he would do for her... She was nothing but an inconvenience to him... And yet she was grateful. He had spared her life, and given her a new chance, even if she had to start all over as merely a commoner.No. Not a commoner. Maybe to them. Maybe in papers. But dragon blood did rush through her veins and her silver, beautiful hair showed all of Westeros who she was a daughter of, and what centuries long linage she descended from. Her almond shaped eyes featured the traditional purple shades of the Targaryens. She had never realized, though, how beautiful she really was, with her slender and short body and soft curves.She was merely more than a child, but old enough to be wed, and she knew that day couldn't be far away, for Eddard Stark would gladly get rid of her as soon as he possibly could.She observed the greeting party as they approached, trying to recognize their faces. Lord Stark had told her enough about his family to fairly being able to tell them appart.She offered Sansa, the beautiful young redheaded noblegirl, a soft, grateful smile, but before she could speak, Lord Stark reminded everyone about her new social status. Daenerys knew it wouldn't be wise to argue, so she simply nodded."I might be just a commoner now, Lady Sansa, but I'll gladly speak with you about which ever subjects you might enjoy... I am quite skilled myself at embroidery and mending fabrics" She didn't feel like revealing it was only because she had had to do this kind of activities in exchange for food more than once during the past few years "I'm sure we'll enjoy each other's company"She wanted to fit in, to be part of a family even if some of them would always look upon her with disdain. She was used to that kind of treatment, after all, and any kindness would be well received. The redhead smiled wide as she was referred to as 'Lady Sansa' and heard that the former princess was good at embroidery. She would be so much of a better sister than Arya, who at that moment was trying to goad her younger brother Bran into a sword fight after getting back to the castle. She would never make any sort of proper lady. She quickly shook her head and wnet back to smiling widely at her father's new ward, she was so much better than that Theon Greyjoy! This was a wonderful time for Sansa! Meanwhile, Lord Stark was speaking lowly to Robb, asking him if there had been any issue that arose while he was in the South, and advising Robb that he would ahve to leave again sooner than later to go to Bear Island, one of the North's outlying provinces. He needed to speak face to face to his former and now reurned vassal, and needed to impress upon him that Ned would not allow his past behavior to repeat itself. "Come now, it is growing late and it's been a long ride. I wish to have a fine supper with my family, and it's been too long since I saw your mother!"Jon stayed apart from Daenerys, though kept perfect pace with her as he kept watching her, letting his eyes trace over the curves of her face, and more, the curves of her dress, feeling himself flush when he thought of her beauty. His jet black hair was a wild tangle as always, but it fit him along with the black leather jerkin he wore, sewn with fine steel discs, not that there would be any trouble out here. Jon just felt comfortable in usually wearing some form of light armor, and his strong body hardly noticed the weight anyway.When the large party rode through the gates of the castle itself, Daenerys would see why Winterfell had hardly ever fallen before in its history. Multiple thick stone walls, high and easily defended. It was said that a hundred men could hold off an army if need be. Even without banners raised, Lord Stark had many more than that whom could patrol his walls. The Starks quickly headed inside after releasing the horses into the care of the stable boys, with Jon falling last in line, heading Daenerys off before she could follow the rest into the great hall. His eyes were still upon her and he gave her a wry smile. "I'm Jon, Jon Snow. What a pair we make, you an I. You a former princess turned a begging commoner and I a bastard who has a father too honorable to even name my mother. Pleased to meet you, my l.. my former lady." Daeneryes descended from her horse slowly, as she observed the scene that unfolded in front of her. Eddard Stark talking to a young man with red curls, similar to him in some ways, but... much more slender and with more delicate factions. He was handsome and had a calm look in his face... She was sure he was Robb, eldest son of Lord Stark and heir of Winterfel.Two younger kids, a child with short hair and a scrawny child, were playing in a rather rough manner as they entered the castle behind the rest of the group. Lady Sansa, the eldest daughter, walked near her father with her head held up high. She resembled a beautiful lady of the South more than the picture Daenerys had of the women of the North... But maybe it was just her mother's influence.She was about to follow behind them, eager to get inside, and feel warm once more, when a man close to her own age, with grey eyes so dark they bordered on black, stopped her by standing right in her way... She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out who he was.She listened to him quietly, feeling how her violet eyes lowered slightly when he mocked her. So he was Jon Snow... She wondered how the lady of Winterfel had accepted him into her house, even with her husband's demands... Maybe the Tully weren't as strong willed as the Starks.She wanted to snap at him. Tell him even though she was stripped of her title, she still had noble blood running through her veins and was the legitimate daughter of a long linage of Kings. She had dragon blood in her young, pale body. But her brother had shriveled her will with his constant abuses, and she dared to confront another man in such a manner."If you know the pain of being rejected" She told him, lifting her eyes once more, and staring into his face... his unruly curls covering parts of it "I do not understand why you find pleasure in my banishment." She trembled slightly under her light coat "I don't mean to be rude, sir... But I'm cold and tired from the journey... I'd prefer to be safe inside the castle, away from the icy wind, instead of idly standing outside" Jon had picked this timing when they had been riding back through the town of Winterfell, knowing that the main family would be eager to welcome their Lord father home and if a couple of barely welcome members were slow to arrive, well it could all be put to showing the young woman around the castle. Those dark, round eyes of his bored into her as Jon watched her eyes lower for a moment and before they looked up again, meeting his own stare. He could see that she still had pride, still had spirit. That was good, because Jon had finally found someone who was beneath him, someone who had been born a princess and now did not even have another family member whom she could turn to.Jon listened to her as she tried to excuse herself and he even let her slide past him and into the great hall for a moment before he caught up to her and pressed her body up against a smoothed stone wall just inside of the huge wooden doors, kept warm by the spring water running through the main walls of the castle. One or two people might have seen but he kept his voice low enough so none could hear as he pushed his broad torso against her slender body. "You do not understand? Let me explain it to you. I'm here because my Lord Father wishes it and he loves me even if Lady Stark does not in the slightest. You are here because it was commanded. No one will see you, no one will pay you heed. You are beneath even the bastard."Jon's right hand, laced with leather strips for grip on a sword or reins, moved up to curl around the back of her neck and squeeze lightly. "You best grow to like the temperature outside, for it is a warm Summer's day. In the North we remind everyone else that 'Winter is Coming'. And more than that, Daenerys Stormborn, you should know that Snow will be cumming as well."Jon released her and started strolling towards where the tables would be set up in the Hall itself to join his step family, giving Daenerys a wry smile as she had no choice but to follow him to supper. As it was, the true born Starks had taken up spots nearest to the end of the table with their father, though Sansa had saved a seat for Daenerys next to her. Jon took the seat just to the left, ensuring that she could not get far away. As she approached, Robb and his Tully eyes would watch in admiration of her beauty, and would even flash her a bit of a welcoming smile. He was sitting at his father's right hand, exactly where an heir should be, while those with no claim could squabble over the far end of the table. Danerys was relieved when Jon let her walk by him.. She was worried he'd keep her there with him, mocking her as she trembled under her thin coat. She needed to get a thicker coat if she wanted to be outside the castle at all... If this wasn't even winter at Winterfel, she didn't want to see winter coming, as the Starks usually warned, she really didn't.But suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the arm as she walked inside the great doors of the castle, and soon Jon was pressing his tall, strong body against her petite frame. She gasped as he forced her to look at his face, holding her closer than any other man had ever been to her before.As he spoke, as he made it perfectly clear that he was there because his father loved him even though he was barely more than a bastard, while she was all alone and the last of her blood, she could feel the tears rushing to her violet eyes... Why would this young man take pleasure in her pain? Did he feel better about himself that there was someone in that castle more miserable than him? She couldn't quite understand, but she found herself trembling again, and it wasn't because of the icy wind... No. It didn't reach the inside of the castle. His arms, firmly grabbing her slender body, his eyes staring at him as if he was a great wolf and she nothing more than his prey... Daenerys was scared.It took her a moment to be able to compose herself enough to be able to walk again... to be able to arrive to the dinning room without trembling like a little leaf. She wondered if she should tell Lord Stark about this little incident... but she knew there was no use. He wouldn't care, and if he did, she'd only became more of an inconvenience to him... and what would happen to her then?Danny sat down next to Lady Sansa with a small, shy smile on her beautiful face. She was pale. Paler than gorgeous Lady Stark, and her long, silver hair only increased this fact. She didn't dare look at her left, where Jon had taken a sit... What was he going to do with her if he ever found her alone again? She couldn't believe a son of Lord Stark, so benevolent and true to his believes, could be really evil... He couldn't possibly want to hurt her, could he?She was so anxious about the little warning Jon had given her, that she didn't even realice the heir of Winterfel, who seemed to bear his mother's red curls and gentler features, would smile at her from time to time. She barely even paid any attention to the plate filled with food a servant placed in front of her.Daenerys gulped slightly, but tried to keep her head clear from such thought. And so, she concentrated on her idle chit chat with lovely lady Sansa, about the weather, embroidery and whichever other issues the eldest daughter of the Stark family deemed interesting. She needed at least a friend, an ally, under that roof if she was to have any kind of peace of mind. Jon looked up from his seat as she entered, giving her another smile exactly as she'd seen before, like a wolf appraising his prey. Once he was sure that she saw him, his eyes looked to someplace less conspicuous, starting up a conversation about swords and tournaments with Arya. She was his favorite, and he hers because of their shared strong Stark looks, unlike the other children.Jon left Daenerys aalone for most of the meal, choosing instead to let her think about what he had said, and what kind of situation she had landed in. Far better than death, but she had to learn that she was certainly no princess any longer. Near the end of the meal, while she was distracted by talking of the free cities across the narrow sea to the others, Jon let his now unwrapped hand drop below the table and fall upon her thigh. His hand held it firmly in its grasp, but didn't squeeze or do anything to make her yelp. Slowly, he would release his grip and would simply let his fingers glide over the fabric, those dark eyes looking to her own for what her reaction would be.Soon enough, the meal was over as Ned yawned and begged his children's pardons for wanting a familiar bed to rest his head. They started saying their good eve's and Jon spoke up to the rest of them. "I'm certain that our guest is tired as well, and since I'm quartered close by, I'll be happy to show Daenerys to her new room." As if to head off the coming protest, his eyes turned to Sansa, and his lips ensured to her that he would sure to tell Dany how to reach her room at the top of the castle.From there, the rest of the noble family broke apart to do their own things before sleep, and Jon was left with Daenerys. "Shall I show you to your room now? Elsewhere in the castle? The Godswood? My own chamber?" Jon grinned at that one, knowing that it was likely to make her shiver. Danny continued her idle chit chat with Lady Sansa till Lady Stark took an interest in the lands across the sea. She wanted to know about their landscapes, cities and noblemen... Also, how did commoners behave.Daenerys tried explaining as detailed as possible, focusing mainly in what she had always considered her house. A beautiful home with a big, red door, and lovely lemon trees, under which she would read as much as her heart desired. She avoided telling them about the begging her brother had had to subject himself to to be accepted into other households, but she described amply how the landscaped changed completely from city to city, much like it happened in westeros... It was mostly desert, and very exotic to people like the Starks, but there were patches of forest and lovely, flowing rivers."Also, slavery is very common" She said finally, and tried her best not to yelp when Jon's hand started caressing her dress, taunting her. She wanted to say something, anything, push him away... but she was simply too embarrassed. She tried to mover her leg away from him, re-positioning herself on the chair "It's usual to see men walking around with three or four slaves, collars and everything. And the markets sells them as usual commodities"Finally, Lord Stark had dismissed his children and his ward, claiming to be far too tired, and just desiring to sleep in a familiar bed. She stood up and wished goodnight to those who would listen, intending to walk near Sansa, in hopes she'd show her the castle for a moment or two and be able to avoid Jon.But he was quicker than her, and soon they all had left, being agreed he'd show her to her room. She blushed as he spoke, mocking her, asking her where she'd like to go next... maybe his room? He suggested."N...no" She shook her head "My room will be fine, thank you... I'm exhausted" She gazed at him with those big, beautiful violet eyes, as she had once looked at her older brother, wishing her doey-eyed look avoided him from inflicting any harm on her... It usually hadn't worked on Viserys, but this young man had Eddard Stark's blood rushing through his veins... She just hoped he had some of his sense of benevolence as well. Jon's ears perked up as she spoke of how slaves were commonplace where she'd grown up, and he knew that it would be perfect to question her about after dinner. He also had to hold back a dark chuckle as she shifted and tried to get his hand off her leg. He was patient, and he was not in a hurry. Not yet.When the rest of his family had left and Daenerys was left with him, he looked right into those doe eyes of hers and part of him felt almost sorry for her. The other part of him wanted to take her right there on the spot. Unfortunately, there were servants cleaning up who might object."Yes, of course, to your room. Follow me." Jon led the way to one of the rear entrances behind the dias and then down a flight if stairs. "So, slavery was common, you say? Tell me, what did the slave women wear? How did they act?" Jon chuckled lightly as his eyes looked into her own again as they walked down a corridor. "What were they used for?"He would listen to her answers with great interest, wondering if she knew just why he probed at that particular topic. Soon, he stopped at a doorway and opened it up, leading her inside. "Welcome to your new home. And with that welcome, I'll let you know how it is going to work. You're undoubtedly looking for a friend, for an ally here. Well, I can be your strongest ally, your protector, and no one will think to mess with you. No one here understands your situation like I do. Or, you can choose another path, and I can be your worst enemy, it's your choice. The question simply is, will you do as I say?" All of this would be said as he looped behind her and closed the door behind them both. Daenerys stared at him for a moment as he asked about slavery... why was he so interested in that subject? It worried her slightly, but she thought it would be best to just keep on his good side, specially if it was apparently just an innocent question."Well... although some of the slaves are people who were captured as prisoners of war or raids... most were simply born into slavery... It's pretty much widespread throughout most of Essos. There are a few free cities which they are frowned upon, but I've never actually seen anyone get punished from it... Penthos and Braabosi are the only ones that prohibit it by law... It's so big over there, slaves have become a form of currency..." She thought for a moment, remembering how scared she was whenever a slave auction would take place near her "Some of the slaves are even forced to wear heavy bronze collars, or are tattoed on their faces to be easily recognizable... Woman wear light clothing, most of Essos has a arid climate... so picture short dresses with revealing cleavages which barely cover their legs at all."( pondered for a moment as they were reaching the lower levels of the castle"Well... They were used for just about anything... fight in wars, cleaning and cooking, taking care of the children... And... uhm, some of them are.." She thought of a softer way of saying used as whores "Some are trained in the art of love"She looked at him for a moment as she entered her bedchambers, and was surprised to see he didn't leave, but started talking, making his intentions quite clear, even to a naive, inexperienced girl like Danny.She gulped as he closed the door behind him."W...what are you doing Jon?" She muttered, giving a step away from him. "P... please leave, I... I don't think it's a...appropriate you enter my bedroom at these hours of the night" She bit her lip, scared, pretending she didn't understand his intentions "I don't wish to keep you as my enemy, not at all... b...but it's getting late, please..." Jon listened intently as she described the slave culture there in the ironically named 'free' cities. Oh yes, collars or even tattooing to make sure that they knew what they were. When she described what female slaves wore, he knew that it would be impractical for the North, though the bigger idea was to have all of those thoughts running though her head.Jon almost laughed as she stumbled over the baser use of female slaves, and he thought that he might have even caught a glance of realization, but perhaps she really was naive. He explained her situation and was given in return a simple beg to leave, to which he did laugh as he closed the distance between them. "It's good that you don't want me as your enemy, and I think that you would do well to prove that you want my protection. The hour just shows just how to prove it. "Jon moved his hand out to grab her, his right hand going behind her neck again, squeezing to keep her timid as he pulled her to him, and then his left hand moved behind her onto her ass, holding her body against his own while digging his calloused fingers into her soft flesh, his lips whispering into her ear. "Daenerys, I hope that you learned some of those arts of love that you mentioned, because that's exactly how you're going to get my protection... One way or another."He moved the two of them against a wall, much like earlier, pressing her against the wall while that left hand slid up her side to the lacings of her dress and started to untie it. "I once read how your family would marry each other, did you ever please your brother? Did he ever treat you like his little princess whore? His little slut?" Daenerys tried walking a step away from as he approached, but it was useless... He was far too quick and far too strong for her. She gasped as he pressed his callous hand against the back of her neck, and panted as he grabbed her ass, trying to realease herself from his grip. She was too weak and she knew it... she thought about slapping him, punching him, pushing him away, but she was far too scared to do so... He kept saying he'd get what he wanted one way or another, and she knew... she knew he would rape her if she fought back too hard.She blushed intensely as he questioned her about her sexual experience, pinning her against the wall."N...no!" She answered, offended and scared "My brother despised me, he never touched even a strand of my hair." She gasped again, trying to keep him appart from her, from pressing his strong body against her petite frame, but it was completely useless "I haven't even been touched by a man before, I.... I would be of no use for you, Jon, please... I...I haven't been trained in any a....art of love, not at all..." She closed her eyes, angry, terrified, trying her best not to cry "I'm not a slut... no one's slut"She might be just a commoner now, but she did have pride left, even if his brother had tried to kill it completely each time he yelled at her. This was the most she could fight back to a man pinning him against the warm wall of the castle, her inexperienced body trembling under his rough touch, and she was sure it wouldn't be enough. Those round, dark eyes of Jon's watched her intently as he pressed his advantage over her and trapped her against the wall. He kept waiting for some kind of resistance, but never found it save for her pleading for him to leave her alone. That alone made a dark smile come across his lips; she knew better than to fight him on what he wanted, what he was going to do.The smile turned into a chuckle as he worked her laces free and backed up just enough to pull the dress and her small clothes down hard enough to rip them until they would pool at her feet. "Don't you think then, that it's about time that you are taught the ways of love then? If you're a good girl, I'll share with you in the pleasure, but if you're bad, I'll just take it. Now, you want to be a good girl for me, yes?" Jon would speak to her more softly then, with his hands moving up her bare sides and to her breasts, letting his fingers from both hands toy with her nipples, forcing them to harden under his touch, twisting and pinching them lightly."It feels good, doesn't it? Don't you want more? Don't you want to know what I can make you feel?" one hand would move lower, drifting over her bare, taut stomach before starting to lightly trace over her lower lips. "Ask me, beg me to teach you." Danny trembled as he ripped her clothes off her. She looked at the dress drop to the floor in a mix of embarrassment, fear and anger... She also couldn't believe he would just break her clothes in such a manner... she doubted Lord Stark would grant her too many dresses or fabrics to call her own.She squirmed under his touch, as he cupped her small breasts, she tried to stop him, trying to cover herself with her hands, shaking her head. She let out a little moan as his hands played with her nipples, hating him for forcing her to feel pleasure, making her much more vulnerable than her brother had ever managed to. Vyseris would just scream at her, hit her once or twice, but he had never made her feel this exposed, he had never pressed her against the wall and reminded her he could do with her body whatever he desired. She trembled, but she knew she had but one chance to get him away from her before it was too late... before he took her purity from her."P...please don't do this, Jon..." She stared into his eyes as she looked for some mercy in him "You're a stark in heart if not in your last name, doesn't that mean a single thing to you? W...would your father ever do this to a defenseless lady... commoner... woman!?" She managed to cry, but in her tone of voice it was barely raising her voice. She took a deep breath and tried to push him away, hoping, praying to all the gods, that he would stop. "I want to be a good girl, keep myself pure for my husband, whomever he might be" She muttered, finally. Jon would smile at her awkward squirming to escape his touch of her intimate parts, but that was the point, to both show her that he could access her body, but also make it betray her as well. His ministrations would continue with the aim of further embarrassing and confusing her into submission to his desires.Her pleas regarding his lineage made him hesitate for a moment, but only that. While yes, he had Eddard's blood running strong in him, that did not mean that he was his father either, and while he provided a good role model, his unwavering need to do the 'right' thing would inevitably cause him harm some day, even Jon could see that. After all, it had led to his being stuck with Daenerys as his ward.As she pushed him away, he actually let her, but only used the momentum to back his way to her bedside. "You want to be that good girl, yet keep your purity? I will give you but one chance. Come to me, lower yourself to your knees, and ask me to grant you permission to please me with your mouth. Do that, and satisfy me, and you may keep your purity yet. If not... " Jon let the sentence hang in the air and just watched her, obviously ogling her naked body and reveling in the power that being clothed gave him in that instance. He could take what he wanted, but so much better to make her ask for it. Danny covered herself with her hands, blushing furiously as he walked away from her, and just sat on her bed, staring at her with those eyes... those wolf eyes... she felt like a little doe about to be bitten.She blinked, and slowly lowering her beautiful, violet eyes... she bit her full rosy lips, wanting to tell him to leave, but would he really force himself into her if she refused? Would he throw her against the bed or against the wall and have his way with her, ignoring her pleas as he forced his manhood into the tight little spot between her thighs?Daenerys had a feeling he would... he seemed oddly obsessed with her, a former princess now a simple commoner, someone ever he, a bastard, could feel above and dominate.And still, Danny couldn't bring herself to fullfilling such a request. She walked towards him and slowly knelt in front of him, blushing furiously and so close to sobbing she could feel the tears fighting to get to her eyes."Pl... please jon" She muttered "I... I'm a commoner, but I'm not a whore" She was kneeling in front of him, as she knew no one else had ever been in his short life. No one bowed to a bastard. She did, hoping he'd have some mercy "I... I've never done harm to a single soul in my life... why are you so adamant to humiliate me?" Jon let his eyes wander from her only for the briefest of seconds while she tried to coverherself up and walked slowly to her own bedside, and that was to make sure that his hands were in the right spot to unlace his leather doublet so that he could remove it easily, as well as do the same with the laces at the frount of his pants where she would be able to see a quite noticable bulge if her eyes happened to glance there. The rest of the time, he watched her intently, knowing the he was making her feel uncomfortable, nervous, and generally like prey. That was exactly how he wanted her to feel... vulnerable.He felt a surge of empowerment when she came to him and actually knelt before him, knowing that she was figuratively there on the precipice, needing only a small push and she would fall, she would fall right into his arms and completely under his influence. He just had to play it out correctly. Still, she begged for his mercy, begged him to let her be. It was all he could do not to laugh in her face when she declared that she wanted to stay pure for her husband to be? That had to be set to rights immediately, "You want to stay pure for your husband? Do you know what kind of husband you will have? Some miller or farmer. Maybe if you're lucky a blacksmith would take you in. His Grace Robert, not to mention my Lord father would never let you come close to a highborn man, the closest that you could ever come would be... " and he couldn't help but laugh at this, "... A bastard! Men would probably pay a pretty penny to fuck the 'dragon princess'. But you are correct, you're not justa whore, you'remywhore.""Do you know what your father did to my grandfather, my uncle? My lord father is too fucking righteous for his own good, he lets you come to his home and feed off of his table despite what your blood has done to his. Your father burned his alive in his armor. You will pay for your father's sins, starting now. Now bow your head to me and get to work!" As he ranted, Jon rose from the bed slightly to allow his hands to free his shaft from the confines of his pants and let his impressive manhood come to point right at her, just in front of her face. If she hesitated any further, he would openly slap her before gathering his hand in her hair and forcing her mouth to him. Daenerys's lips trembled as he assured her she would never have a husband actually worth having... Lord Stark wouldn't allow it... Danny wasn't used to luxury as Jon assumed she was, though. She had spent her early childhood in a beautiful mansion, yes, but the last years she had become little more than a beggar, depending completely on the good will of other nobleman who were little by little turning their backs to the Targaryen heirs.But still, such cruelty... why did he enjoy humiliating her? She did not quite understand, and yet there was nothing she could do... He was worse then Viserys, she could see that now... Viserys was pure, empty rage, nothing to back him up... No sword skill, no authority, nothing more than his angry voice.Jon on the other hand...Danny's eyes dropped as he talked, holding her breath... She was to pay for her father's sin... She had no fault of her own, and yet she had her father's blood, the blood of a mad man... The blood of a murderer.She blushed violently as he let out his manhood, and gasped slightly,... It was the first time she actually saw a cock, and she felt a cold shiver seeing his size... He would hurt her if she tried to refuse, and not just by hitting her... If he thrust into her with that kind of girth to him... He could do some serious damage.Danny doubted... She wanted to refuse, but his eyes were clear. Another word from her and there would be hell to pay.She closed her eyes and bowed her head towards his lap... Her fingers pressing his legs, scared... She didn't know where else to run... And she didn't want him to be her enemy... Her lips touched the tip of his manhood, and she could feel the strong, musty taste. Meekly, shyly, she let her tongue take her very first lick. When you broke in a wild horse, you had to first break its spirit before you could mold it back into the horse that you wanted. You had to tear it down before you could rebuild it. It was the same situation here between Jon and Daenerys. He had to break her down, make her see that her new life in the North was going to depend upon making allies, and not enemies, Jon most of all. His goal was to tear down those strong walls that she had brought up around herself through her travels through the free cities and on her way back to the seven kingdoms to await a death that didn't come. He needed to bring her down to nothing but a young, helpless girl whom he could build back up into whatever it was that he desired.As he fished himself out from his pants and she saw him for the first time, Jon could not help but smile at her blush; she really was the innocent that she claimed. He would have a wonderful time training her in how to please him, to crave his cock in her. As she bowed her head and pressed her lips to the head of his shaft, he smiled all the wider, groaning as she let her tongue start to lick him. He had won, he had broken her down and now he could start to build her back up again."That's a good girl, good Daenerys... keep going, keep licking, explore it before taking it in your mouth." His hand would slide to her head, stroking her silvery hair gently, a swift turn from what he'd been just seconds before. Jonwould encourage her, reward her for submitting to his desires. His other hand would slide onto her shoulder, rubbing lightly but there to hold her in place none the less. Danny blushed furiously as he called her a good girl... a good girl. He had threatened her to kneel in front of him, he had made it quite clear that she'd be allowed to keep her purity if she performed this act no him... she didn't want to. She wished that he would just leave her room, and he had the audacity to call her a good girl.She complied, giving his cock little kitten licks until it was completely erected. The taste of his pre cum was getting less intense with each lick, and yet she was no less nervous... She was trembling like a little leaf, but there was something else... strange bolts of energy rushing from her core to the rest of her body, a feeling like she had never experienced before, and she couldn't quite comprehend.His callous fingers run from her silver hair, a complete contrast between his skin and her silky locks. Finally, taking a long, deep, scared breath, she pressed her lips against his bulbous head and started to bob her head down, making her way down his shaft. With her pale skin, Jon couldn't help but notice the fierce blush that came over her after he called her a good girl, and he had to hold back a laugh. His praises would continue as she licked his shaft. "Mmm, that's good, good Daenerys." Though she likely wouldn't see it, he smiled down at her, his hands still lightly stroking her hair and skin.When she finally got the courage to take him in her mouth, Jon sucked in air deeply as he felt himself slip into her slick and warm waiting cavern. "Ohh, yes... Now, start sucking, and slowly move up and down on my cock. You want to be a good girl, right?" Jon considered warning her against her using her teeth, but didn't want to give her any ideas and didn't think that he needed threats at this point. As she started, his moans started to increase in volume, urging her onwards to what she would think would be the completion of his desires. Danny wanted to run away so bad... He kept saying she was a good girl. He kept insisting on using those words and she just felt so dirty, like she was selling herself for some peace of mind... For an ally. She was a Targeryan, and yet she was bending over a bastard to avoid him attacking her, and making her life a living hell for her whole stay.She didn't have the guts to move away, to face him, to talk back... So she just keep going, starting to move up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around it shyly, trying to ignore his moans as well as she could, closing her eyes as she started to feel his cock twitching inside her warm mouth. Jon was surprised, both at how easy it had been to intimidate this former princess to her knees and then also how much of a natural talent she was at sucking cock. His moans were plentiful as he stroked her head, and Jon knew that he had to keep his wits about him if he was to fully capitalize on his visit here. This was not about spilling his seed into the wench once, it was about owning her mind and body.He let a hand slip between her arms and to her chest, his pointer finger flicking gently over her still hardened nipple before his thumb came to lightly pinch it. "Moan for me, Dany, show me how much you appreciate the chance to have your mouth on my cock. Show me how much you want my seed." He expected a blush and slight resistance, but anything she did could be handled. Danny couldn't believe her cheeks could go even more red, just couldn't, until his finger started flicking her erect little nipple, and commanding her to moan for him... to show him how much she appreciated this chance, having his cock deeply buried in her warm mouth.It was far too much for her. Not only had she been intimidated into bending in front of this bastard of the Stark and accepting lowering herself to his manhood to avoid further threats, or a worse fate... being thrown on bed and ravished by this throbbing cock. She couldn't also pretend to enjoy, be thankful for this humiliating experience, be forced to moan for his seed. No. It was far more than Danny could take."No, no" She muttered, blushing, her lip trembling as she moved away, trying to crawl away from him, her hands going down to her breast and covering herself up, panting for air "I'm not a whore, Jon Snow! I will not beg for something which has been forced upon me with cruel threats" She managed to say this without stuttering or cowarding, but her body language was quite clear to him: She was utterly terrified. Jon had been testing her, pushing all of the girl's buttons to see if she really was a little weak pushover. Apparently, Daenerys did have limits and he was unsurprised to see her finally remove her mouth from around his shaft. A shame, really, she had been feeling so damned good wrapped around him.Jon let her crawl a couple feet from him, covering her body to shield it from his eyes and proclaim her not being a whore. No, not yet. But she was still all but trembling before him. Jon simply hiked his pants up to enable free motion as he stood, and stood over her. "indeed, Dany, you're not just a whore. You're to be my personal whore!"His right hand came down sharply to strike across her cheek, looking to daze her. Meanwhile his left would reach for the leather strip for his wrist and hand, now perfectly suited to bind this slut. Dany would be pushed to her belly and her wrists forced behind her back while he bound them in the small of her back crosswise, so that each hand was forced to the elbow of her other arm.Once properly trussed, Jon would toss her small frame onto the bed, still on her stomach, and look down on her. "Never disobey me again, girl, understand?" His hand would then come down multiple times on each of her ass cheeks, turning them as red as her face quickly. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He moved towards her and all she could do was push herself away from him, still on the floor. She had felt vulnerable many times before, but not quite like this time. He had rendered her into a quivering little mess, strands of beautiful, silky silver hair covering parches of her dainty face.Suddenly, his hand came down on her cheek with a sharp slap. She let out a loud, surprised whimper and took her fingers to her cheek. Her skin was ever so pale, and a red mark had already started to appear right on the spot he had hit her. Her rosy lips shivering, as she stared back at him, a scared look in her violet eyes. Before she had time to reach, he had pushed her onto the ground and tied her arms behind her back. With another swift movement, he tossed her on the bed.She was trembling like a little leaf and tears started to roll down her high cheeks, barely looking up from the position he had left her in. She parted her lips but nothing more than a sob came out. She tried to take a long breath to compose herself if even slightly."P... please stop, Jon" She begged, stuttering as she did "P...please" Part of Jon was amazed that the pale girl had not tried to scream or scramble away along the floor or fight him off in some way. Of course, it wouldn't make any difference, nor would her begging him now. He came here for one purpose, more than one really, but one overarching purpose: to assert his control over this beautiful girl not just for one night, but until he grew tired of her.He had turned her into a sobbing, stuttering mess, which suited Jon just fine in the mood he was in. She had resisted in her own, feeble way, and now he had to take what he wanted by force. Soon enough, she would wish that she'd just given herself to him. Jon took his time standing in front of her face, laying there on the sheets, taking his pants and boots off, but leaving the shirt to show her the contrast between him and her. He was allowed clothes, she was nothing but his toy now."Please Jon, stop! You say that now, we'll see how you moan when your body takes my cock." He snickered as his rough hands manipulated her body to force her taut ass in the air while keeping her face pushed to the blanket. Mounting the bed behind her, Jon shook out his long curly black locks for a moment before his left hand started teasing along her slit, gently slipping between her lips just briefly and putting just the slightest pressure against that bud toward the front. He would make her beg for it, one way or another. Daenerys let out a little sob as he removed his pants, moving closer to her quivering, pale, petite body. She wanted to push him away, she wanted to fight back, but she felt paralyzed.And yet, as he mocked her, she started to feel more and more angry... She wouldn't moan for him, that... that was impossible. She was so very tired of being a little doll to just be moved around. Her brother had treated her as a servant her entire life, she had been kidnapped and brought back to Westeros to be murdered for crimes she was completely innocent of, and now Lord Stark's bastard was mocking her weak protests, and assuring her she would be his whore anytime he so desired.As he started to tease her core, his cock pressing against her lips before trying to enter her virgin body, Danny tensed up and panted for air, terrified of this wolf who was trying to take over her whole being.She tried and feebly push him away, but not being able to take it any longer, she opened her mouth and let out a loud, terrified shriek which echoed from the deepest corners of her being.

Owning the Dragon

They did the Monster Mash (Candira and Friendly Alien)

Bitter. That was the word many would choose to describe queen Aria's attitude toward the king. She was a beautiful woman, wise, and graceful. She had been a young flower when he received her and took her for his queen. For awhile, things were happy. And then he began to ignore the beautiful woman so that her charms faded away to his eye and she began to age and thus, he lost more interest. Now, she was little more than a powerful servant to him--one that he could decorate and show off.Tonight, they were hosting dignitaries from the kingdom of beastmen to the west of them. She had been charged with ensuring that the beasts were entertained and quite satisfied with their lodgings. She had learned much about beastmen in preparation of their visit, but rather than be included in their talks, the queen was set aside, only called in when it was time to make sure they had everything they needed.Aria was still a beautiful, desirable woman, and if her husband would not touch her, she would find someone that would. So tonight as she went to check on their guests she wore her dark brown hair in beautiful loose curls. Her dark eyes looked lovely in the soft light of the long corridor that led to the monsters' wing. They were having a feast brought to them and had arranged for their own entertainment, but she hoped they would invite her to stay.She wore her most exciting undergarments--nothing more than colorful swaths of lace--and a gown that showed off her impressive cleavage and lovely shoulders perfectly. She grinned, the silky red and gold material clinging to her in just the right places, showing off her lovely olive skin. She heard the sounds of merry men and hoped that that mood would continue as she knocked upon the chamber door. She wore a circlet that showed she was, in fact, the queen, and smiled softly, confidently. She hoped that the rumors of their excitement and passionate natures were true. She was counting on it. The room beyond that door was filled with chaos. Men, more like animals than men, waved large mugs filled with alcoholic beverages over their heads. Some danced, some sat down and told rowdy tales of bravery and other exploits. But each and everyone of them where drinking. It wasn't just some dignitaries who had made this room their abode, but their entire fellowship. There where initial 3 representatives of the beastmen kingdom, but each of them had 10 followers. Aides, assistants, and some friends had followed them and they all intended the exploit the hospitality enjoyed by diplomats to the fullest. They had been given kegs of beer and wine, and they where not letting a drop go to waste. Well, except when it was lost in their ill-mannered drinking methods.There where three long tables that spanned from the door to some more impressive chairs at the far end of the room, though the Queen would have to walk maybe 20 feet before she would reach the end of the first table. Most sat down, but there was too much movement to move without risking a bump from the 'party animals'.Though, as the door opened and she was there to behold, several heads turned. Goatmen, wolfmen, lionmen and whatever was there, all turned their heads to see this beautiful woman. The wild noises of revelry slowly died down, and they all acknowledged her presence. Even if it was obvious by their impatient eyes that they really just wanted to get on with the drinking. Had it been any other woman, especially one as handsome as her, they would have invited her to join them... But her jewellery spoke of regal acquaintance, and they had been threatened quite severely by the dignitaries that they where not to be disturbed or even approached.They all wore little clothes. Some wore leather harnesses, reminiscent of crude armour, and some wore loin cloths. But most didn't, and if Aria would let her eyes wander, she would be able to notice some traces of male genitalia in the thick fur of some of the beastmen. These fellows had no shame, and certainty nothing to be ashamed of.A few seconds into the respectful silence, the dignitary sitting at the centre chair at the far end of this tumult raised his hand. He grinned, and he must have been the largest of the beastmen. His fur was a deep brown, and his limbs where muscled and almost thick as young trees. Despite the fur, it was very obvious that this was a powerful creature. His canine appearance wouldn't go unnoticed. Stories existed that he was the result of some unholy union between a wolfman and a werewolf, but nobody really knew if this was true. However, he sat there with a strong authoritative presence. His knees where spread, and a long loincloth covered his groin. It was almost a lewd sight, but no one was bothered."Ah! Queen Aria! What an honour you to have gift us with your presence..." After those deep and rumbling words where said with a sly grin, he became first aware of her rather... unorthodox clothing. He started to slowly frown his eyes in a suspicious look, but they slowly disappeared and transformed into another grin. "Welcome!"He lifted both arms and spread them in a welcome, almost like he was gesturing an embrace. The sight was shocking, but not offensive, and she quickly got over her surprise, replacing it with pleasure. The party seemed to halt a bit as she was noticed. No doubt these beastmen had been invited by her guests, and she smiled as she was invited in. "Really, gentlemen, there's no need to stop your fun because of me. Continue and be merry," she said, walking toward the chief ambassador as she was invited in. Her body was still well cared for and beautiful in the dress she'd worn in her younger days, though she was a bit more mature now, and not quite as lustrous as back then. She was still an elegant beauty.She walked through the chaos with a daring smirk, nodding appreciatively to the men who greeted her and followed her with their eyes as she walked. How lovely it felt to be wanted again. How lovely it was to be able to easily see just the kind of lust she used to be able to inspire in the room around her. She found their ways liberating and most certainly wished to take part in their celebration, if only for a little while.Aria came straight to the man who welcomed her and gave him a respectful curtsy, lowering her head and her eyes, which let her see more of him, and gave him a nice view of her ample cleavage. She looked back up to him with a smile. "I'm so glad you're all enjoying yourselves. Or at least you seemed to be before I got here," she said with a chuckle. "I'm here to see if there was something more that you needed. If you're all comfortable here." The dark haired beauty looked around the room and it seemed as though they were. "It looks like such fun. But are you sufficiently entertained?" They all had an ample respect for her. She was, after all, a woman of great importance. Normally that wouldn't make them hesitate to cop a feel or make another kind of lewd advance, but they had been threatened with severe punishment if they tried to be frisky with the important characters during their stay. Even if they where just the companions and friends of the dignitaries, their actions represented the entire beastmen kingdom. Asking a Queen for a quickie behind the curtains would be frowned upon. The thing was however, that none of the dignitaries assumed that it was exactly what she wanted.When she passed them, she had the majority of the eyes in the room on her. They followed her steps, her motion, and her ample body as she passed them... Close or far from them. Several of them had an incredible itch in their hands, and they had to force themselves tonotsmack her tush or something similar to that.After her assurances that she wasn't there to end their fun, one of the wolfmen stood up and raised his mug. "You heard her, boys!" And so, he thrust the mug forward, and let the motion propel the contents onto the face of his friend in front of him. A rowdy laughter was created, and a fist-fight ensued. The laughter continued, and it business was as usual. However, a noticeable portion of the beastmen close to the Queen had their heads turned and sipped their beer and wine. They all stared at her... Inspiring figure.The leading dignitary stood slowly up after she bowed. He could definitely see her ample cleavage, and it was a delight to see it. His initial reaction was that he was surprised that she didn't notice just how much she had showed off, but when she asked that subtlety suggestive question... he raised a brow and turned his head slightly to the side. He towered over the woman, and from his elevated position, his pelvis would be in the same level as her stomach. Almost at the same level as her breasts. He thought to concentrate on her face, like a gentleman. well, like a human gentleman. Had he been free from the cultural norms of the human royal scene, he would have probably complimented her on the size of her tits or something."Yes... I would say that we are. There is plenty of beverages for my men." He raised his arm and gesture to the folk behind Queen Aria with a grin on his face. "Though, there is the question of the company we share those drinks with. I am personally honoured to have your grace me with your presence, Queen Aria." Then he looked into Aria's eyes with his own deep brown eyes, half-closed by an almost sultry stare, and he added an equally sultry and suggestive tone to his voice. "Your presence truly elevates this meeting to a true feast."A harmless compliment couldn't hurt. He also wanted to gauge her reaction to this suggestive flirt. He was a little suspicious about her attire. It did reveal a great deal of her figure and... god given gifts. Maybe she wasn't there to just check up on them? He couldn't just assume that it was the case. It was, after all, highly irregular for royalty to flirt with beastmen. "I'm so glad you are enjoying your stay," she said with a grin. "I was worried you all might not be comfortable. I can see that's hardly the case here." She smiled as he gestured around the room and followed his hand to look around her. "I am honored by your compliment sir. If you would like me to stay awhile longer, I'm sure that I could be persuaded. After all, it's not often we have such...lively guests. Going back to my small apartments after this would make me feel quite lonely."Perhaps she was laying it on a bit thick, but if they had known how little attention she was paid, she doubted considerably that they would blame her for such actions. In fact, from what she had read of them, it was a wonder they were not upon her now. "Would you mind my staying a bit longer?" As though she had to ask. Still, she said it with a honey-sweet sense of consideration and hoped that it was enough to make it known that she was open to the idea of eating and drinking with them. And oh, so much more, if only they would ask. Her soft voice and her hints and subtle flirts where starting to become less and less confusing to the dignitary. He smiled when she asked to stay, and he knew almost immediately that she was there to be appreciated. Why else would she dress so outrageously? Why else would she come at a late hour, when no-one from her court would be present? Still, he wanted to fight the urge to ravage her on the spot. He was a diplomatic man, even if he was a beastman. Besides, he loved to tease and play with his women whenever he had the chance."My Queen, I would be honoured." He put a large hand on his chest, and gave her a court bow. His eyes where staring straight down at her ample breasts, and when he slowly straightened his back... He looked into Aria's eyes with a smirk on his long face. He looked over her shoulder for a moment, and gestured with his hands to a couple of other beastmen sitting at the edge of one of the long tables. They got the hint, and stood up and left.The dignitary stepped away form his seat, and presented his large hand for the Queen to hold, like a gentleman would. "I believe that I can arrange a seat for us." She smiled, satisfied at the lust she seemed to have inspired. Not to mention the appreciation her body seemed to be garnering. She put her hand in his large one, letting him lead her where he ma. "Wonderful. Thank you for your invitation, good sir." What could normally be construed as due courtesy became a rather sultry invitation when it came out of her mouth. Everything about her was incredibly sensual, and she was more than willing to let the sentiment be returned to her by any number of these beastmen.By the looks of it, a good deal of them were quite willing to do the same. Her dark eyes looked up into the brown orbs of her esteemed visitor and she tilted her head just a bit. "Do lead the way." Oh, there wasn't any doubt now that she was craving to be told that she was beautiful, and to be touched like a real woman. However, he was not going to give in. Not just yet. He held her hand ever so gently, and walked to the empty part of the long plant which worked as seats.He stood at the edge, and motion for her to shimmy in between the utmost corner and the nearest beastman, who was another wolfman. But it was a wolfman of lesser stature, but that didn't mean that he was any less impressive on his own. His muscles where noticeable, and he wore only a loincloth."My name is Garm, by the way. I do not feel the need to use my formal title 'dignitary' now when in a more... informal setting." The Queen wasn't the only one who could speak with subtle words and hints. She smiled at the man she scooted next too, bowing her head respectfully and sneaking a glace at his particular...endowments. She then turned to Garm as he introduced himself. "Well then, it is my pleasure to meet you, Garm. I do hope you'll return to our kingdom again. It is always a pleasure to have guests here." She had to restrain herself from winking as she sat coyly between the dignitary and the commonwealth wolfmen.Aria was pleased to note the hint of naughtiness in his voice. It appeared as though he wanted to work his way up to the fun, and she had no problem with such an arrangement. The wolfman noticed the Queen's look, and smirked a grin for her benefit. He was, to say the least, interested in following up on that curious glance on his body. However, he would have to content with Garm. And Garm won.The dignitary softly took Aria's hand in his own and raised it to his tilted head. He looked into her eyes, and spoke with a sensual voice of his own, deep and rumbling with masculine strength and charms. "I would be honoured to visit again. I hope you will... Awe us with your presence again."Then, he raised her hand a little further, and gave her knuckles a small peck. His lips where soft and moist, like anyone else's. Then he moved her hand down a little bit again, and resumed that gaze at the same time as he turned on his seat to face her completely. However, he moved one of his legs to the other side and basically sat in front of the Queen with his legs spread, and the beginnings of a massive erection where to be seen underneath his loincloth."When you said that you where concerned about our comfort, did you intend to take care of it personally? Did you intend to... take care of my discomfort?"He let those words hang in the air, in the midst of the ruckus of a wild party, some nearby beastmen stared with a great deal of interest. Garm didn't seem to mind. In fact... He enjoyed the idea that others could see him charm a Queen. Queen Aria let Garm capture her attention, seeing as it was so easy for him. Her hand still in his, she gazed into his eyes as he kept his glued to her. His voice only further served to please her in a most sensual way, her full lips curving into a satisfied smile. "I'm certain I would do just that." And then he placed a soft kiss to her knuckles, merely adding to her pleasure with the situation. He still held her hand as he turned to face her and she couldn't help but notice a bulge beginning to form beneath his loin cloth.And finally the question that put an end to their little farce. "I would do my best to make sure you were most satisfied. I want my guests to be comfortable," she said, practically purring to him. She didn't seem to mind the lookers on either, though she was quite aware of their staring at her as she and Garm flirted. Granted it could have been for any number of reasons, but she got the feeling that most of them were either excited or jealous--perhaps both.Charmer though he was, Garm didn't have to try very hard to get the responses he wanted from the visiting queen. After all, she'd come to them for that very reason--for a response. Her answer should have been the confirmation that she had visited the beastmen for lewd reasons, but Garm wasn't too surprised that this was the case These past few moments had served as a prelude for this, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that this was a lonely woman that wanted to know if the rumours where true. Oh, he'd heard plenty of rumours about beastmen; that they where wild creatures that loved alcohol and sex, and they didn't shy away from any woman.Garm had an easy time to be attracted to this woman too. He smiled, and thought that maybe she would like to hear it. Considering the way she dressed, maybe she wanted compliments. He scooted a few inches closer, and he held their hands closer to his body than before. "I... find myself very grateful that you took this mission personally. You are a very beautiful woman."And then, with a charming smile (for a wolfman anyway) on his face, he began to lower their hands. Within seconds, her palm would land on that almost 3 inch wide, and 10 inch long erection shielded by a layer of thick cloth. All illusions of subtlety where gone now. Aria was a bit surprised at the size of his erection, but she was quite pleased. She yearned for satisfaction, and if anyone could give it to her, it was this wild, charming creature next to her. And she had no problem with giving him exactly what he wanted in exchange. His compliment still hung in her ears, but she grinned and easily thanked him. "It is my pleasure to attend to you, Garm."That said, she gently began to stroke him through the cloth of his minimalistic clothing, rather enjoying the feel of his body hardening even further from her touch. Garm felt his pride swelling when her could gauge it in her eyes that she was not used to the size he could provide. It was a sort of primal pride of one's masculinity that was satisfied, but that alone wasn't going to sate his hunger. Her smooth and gentle hand was a good start however. The cloth wasn't that thick, and it was thin enough to make it possible to feel the shape of the manhood in her hands.It was a very large member, but it was still soft and malleable, which was a sign that this beastman's erection wasn't as hard, or as big, as it could be. The shape itself indicated that it was quite veined, and the cloth stuck to the skin very easily, and that was because of the lubrication which his own body was providing. His large eyes moved up and down from her face, to her hand, then to her breasts. He wasn't showing an ounce of shame as he looked back at Aria's face with an even wider grin on his face. This charade was practically dead."Now that we have reached a certain... understanding, maybe there is something I can do to make you comfortable, my Queen?" Aria smiled at his obvious innuendo and the pride she saw in him as she stroked his member through the thin cloth, quite enjoying the sensation. It had been so long since anyone had paid her attention thanks to her damnable position, and her husband was useless to her at this point. To have someone so virile and powerful take interest was a thrill of its own."My dear man, there are many ways you could attend to my comfort," she skillfully replied, leaning forward just a bit. "But I would hope that before tonight is over we'll both be very pleased with our level of...comfort." Even when the more formal charade was over and done with, they continued with the more insinuating and more obvious tone of language. Garm wasn't used to it, but it was incredibly arousing to have this woman, and what a woman, to be so close and to be so obviously aroused, and still capable to hide it behind sweet words and cool resolve. She wanted this, and she would have it her way. Garm felt both fascinated by her interest in beastmen, being a woman of wealth and power, he assumed, and her calm with his massive member in her hands. He'd bedded humans before, and as good as all of them have shown anything from initial fright to overwhelming excitement.The Queen, however, hid her excitement well enough to retain her royal appearance, but she was still giving enough signals to show Garm that she wanted him. It was an interesting mixture of flirting and teasing which drove him to the brink of madness. He wasn't a weak man though, and he was intrigued enough to play along on her terms... for now, at least. As she leaned forward, he put both of his large and callous hands on her knees and gave her body his first touch. It was a slow, and soft knead."I can only imagine...."His words where now a whisper. He smiled, and slowly moved his hands higher up on Aria's thighs and he leaned closer to her as well, reaching her cheek with the tip of his lips. The whisper continued. "Perhaps you could indulge me and grant me the privilege and knowledge of knowing what... comforts you lack the most?" Aria was not used to such size, but she was more than willing to try and take him in. She wanted nothing more than to be thoroughly satisfied, and if that meant letting someone use her body for their gratification as well, who was she to deny them? It was not her custom to just ask for what she wanted and assume she would get it. Not in matters such as these, in any case. She enjoyed teasing and letting him take initiative when he would. That, and she wasn't sure how to broach the matter in front of his guests and colleagues without making herself seem quite crude and vulgar.And easing herself into this particular arrangement was proving to be quite enjoyable. She let him lean closer to her, her heart rate speeding up a bit as he placed those wondrously large hands on her, She could feel the calloused roughness through her gown as he kneaded her knees and she smiled, already becoming more aroused.She shivered a bit as he moved his hands higher up her legs and gave her the faintest touch of his lips against her skin. She closed her eyes for just a moment and stroked him with a firmer grip. "I would say you're already helping. Touch is just one of those many comforts that I am denied." To be in the intimate close presence of a Queen was an empowering sensation, but to be so close to a starving woman like Aria was incredibly on its own. She was a beautiful woman, demanding attention, and Garm was more than willing to indulge her. Her more firm touch was appreciated, and he wanted to let her know that her touch was just as appreciate as his own touch. He took a deep inhalation, making his large frame swell, and he breathed the second-handed air onto Aria's neck. He moved closer again, and kissed the same spot which felt the flicker of his heat. His lips where warm and soft.His hands continued to stroke on the top of her legs, just up until his fingertips touched her stomach. Then, he looped his thumbs around her inner thighs, and the rest of his fingers stroked around the edges of her legs. Garm gave her several soft, but quite firm kneads. But he was surprised by what she said, and he couldn't help but to try and charm her with overreacted shock. Though, he never lost his deep and sultry tone of voice. Neither that whispering volume that slithered into her ear."I cannot believe it. I think less of your King if he does not touch you every night you share a bed..." His kisses moved form the base of Aria's neck, up towards her ear. "If you where my woman, then I would never stop touching you." She had nearly forgotten there were other beastmen watching, but even if she had been fully aware of their presence, she wouldn't have minded. She shivered a bit, aroused by the touch of his soft, warm lips on her neck. Her lips parted softly in a soft sight as he continued to move his hands up her legs and massaged her thighs, some of her gown bunching up to reveal her ankles and a bit of her legs.His words made her crave him. "Mmmm, I think less of him too," she said with a grin. "I would love to see what else you might do if I was your woman." The nearest wolfman was grinning and sipping on his mug, glaring to the side often. The one nearest to him pushed an elbow to his side and whispered something rather lewd and not worth of retelling, which created a subtle chuckle. He was far too interested in the scene next to him to concentrate of some crass joke. Even if he wouldn't touch her, he might get a chance soon. And he would be ready.Garm knew what kind of respect he had amongst his men. So, he could afford to ignore them. He was intent to have his time with the woman in his hands, and her beckoning only served to make him want her more.He moved even closer to her, and his spread knees enveloped her own small legs, pushing them together. His hands started to stroke upwards and downwards on her legs. His fingertips reached the bottom of her thighs, and his thumbs nearly reached her groin as they moved down her inner thighs a few times. As Garm's body moved closer, so did... all of his body parts. The tip of his hardened member reached and touched her clothed knee, and it became apparent that he had grown beyond the reach of his loincloth, especially since it had been pushed upwards and aside as he shimmied forwards. So, the cloth was slightly pushed aside and under one of his legs, and the tip... the hard, bulbous red tip of his slick beastman cock was revealed to the cool air and to Queen Aria's regal senses.He could feel the cloth revealing his sensitive skin, and he knew that he'd only grown longer and harder with the passage of time. He had measured himself in the past, to show off no doubt, and he guessed that he might just be somewhere longer than 12 inches. He didn't look down to see, he was far too concentrated with teasing her neck with a trail of slow and teasingly soft kisses. Garm was prepared to tease this woman in every way he knew possible, but it was the word that could be the most powerful tease of all.So, he whispered straight into Aria's ear with a soft, and slow pronunciation of his words."I would make your voice coarse from yelling my name..." The queen shivered, letting him continue to touch her. For the moment, she stopped stroking him and shivered as his erection brushed against her knee. She was already quite enamored with the idea of him having his way with her, but seeing and feeling his member heightened her arousal even more. It was all Aria could do to keep her composure.Garm seemed to know exactly what she needed to hear him say, and she smiled as he spoke the words that she'd been hoping he'd say. "Mmmm....it sounds like a woman in your care would be quite lucky indeed. What an enviable position." Garm smiled as he felt, as he knew how he had affected the woman in his hands. His flat and broad tongue escaped his lips, and the beastman licked the side of her neck, just underneath her ear with a slow and moist motion. Then, his hands began to stroke down her legs, and his fingers reached around her knees. He was grabbing her, and he slowly started to lift her knees up."Speaking of positions..."He grinned, and he glanced a glare at the beastman behind Aria. He could guess what was happening, and that grinning nod was a signal. He assumed that he was allowed to be apart of this, so he spun and faced Aria's back with both legs on each side of the seat. The second wolfman's hands touched her shoulders, and slowly moved their way down her sides... And his warm hands traced around her breasts. His fingers stroked the sides of her bosom, then the tips pushed against her nipples while the palms squeezed her breasts together.Garm was a cheeky man, and he was surrounded by cheeky men, all eyeing her and wondering when they would have their turn with her. She shivered at the feel of his tongue on her neck, Aria gasped softly as he started to lift the knees he'd trapped between his and whispered to her. More surprising than this particular action, was that the wolf man who'd been behind her was cutting in on the action. She blushed softly at first when she felt him against her back. She turned her head a bit to see him as he ran his hands over her bared shoulders and to the sleeves of her gown, which he immediately abandoned for her sides, her curves pleasing him. They must have, for they found her breasts rather quickly. He was gentle with her, but the situation made her much more sensitive than usual to this sort of thing.Aria leaned into his hands, enjoying the attention she had so desired. Her attention turned back to Garm, who was still quite close to her. "Mmmm, you've done a wonderful job of making me comfortable already." She wondered if he would take her to a more private place or have his way with her in front of all of his men. In all honesty, so long as she got what she wanted, she didn't much care how he went about it. The hands on her breasts where quite attentive. Being such bestial men, they seemed to have a remarkable sensitive and smooth streak with women. However, they where playful. So playful in fact, that the wolfman behind Aria began to cover as much of her breasts as he could with his hands, and squeeze. He wanted to know if she liked that touch more than the smooth strokes.However, Garm was more pro-active with his touching. He lifted, then spread Aria's legs above his own, then placed her knees on top of his own. His member was entirely bare now, and it was in essence a giant, red cock ready to be used the way whatever got that created the beastmen had intended.Then Garm's hands reached and stroked all the way around her knees, before slowly moving up her thighs with his fingers first. He moved under her clothes, and pushed that short dress up her legs. He was eager, and he started to groan against her neck. "My Queen, you are premature with your praise." Aria had never spent time in the company of beastmen before, but she knew from reading about them that they were naturally passionate, and she was beginning to see that. She moaned softly as the wolfman behind her played with her breasts, squeezing in a delicious way that melted her for a moment. She leaned back into him just a bit as Garm lifted and spread her legs, pushing more of her silky dress up her legs and baring them. They were perfectly smooth and shapely. It was a damn shame that the king only worried about her decoration and the way she looked and not the ways she needed to be touched.She could feel him tensing in eagerness as he pressed against her neck and whispered more. "Mmmm, clearly you underestimate how neglected I have been," she said softly, shivering at the way everything felt. It was really a shame that her man didn't touch her. Clearly he was an old and impotent man, for there was no other explanation that he could think of that would explain her frustration. Though, Garm wasn't about to complain. It was the King's lack of interest in pursuing his marital duties to his woman that had lead the Queen to his lap.The large creature continued to push his warm hands up her legs, and he continued to stroke his fingers along the sides of her thighs, until he reached the string of her underwear. It was something erotic to just touch the cloth that covered a woman, and this moment wasn't going to be an exception. His hands where just above her tush, and he was fidgeting with the cloth at the same time as her legs where spread before him. Though, as it was entertaining to move slowly forward... He couldn't restrain himself indefinitely. His fingers curled around the straps, and he pulled that small patch of fabric that covered Aria's sex, and slowly brushed his wrists against her thighs and legs as he undressed her.His eyes where then on her face, and the big grin had returned. He shimmied slightly closer, and in so doing, he forced her knees higher into the air and further apart, baring herself to him even more. He started to talk again when he let the underwear fall from his hands and touch the floor. "I will make you forget that there was even a time in your life where you haven't been touched..."And with that said, he slid his right palm down the inside of her inner thigh, and his right hand around the tip of his large, bulbous erection and pushed it downward, aiming it at Aria. The queen moaned softly, letting him move her. She blushed softly as he removed her simple, silky panties and tossed them aside. Her body was tingling with pleasure as she was fondled and she was wet with anticipation as he parted her legs even further and Aimed for her sweet sex. She was ripe for the taking, and anyone who was watching would easily figure out what was happening to her.Moaning softly, she looked up at him, shaking with desire. "Mmm, please, make me forget." She smiled and kissed his lips softly. "Take me." The wolfman who had moments before snaked his arms around Aria's body and caressed and kneaded her large breasts was now taking another role in this little meeting of bodies. He shifted closer to her, and he placed his hands on her shoulders. He was a loyal man, and he was about to help her brace herself against his leader, the large man in front of them. His chest touched her back, and his breathing stroked the back of her neck.Garm himself was almost shaking with anticipation. His right hand moved down to the side of her rear, and he pushed a few fingers under her and against the seat she was on. He pushed her up somewhat, so that he could actually aim his cock properly. It was something of a challenge to push himself that far down when there was a noticeable size differences between them, but he would managed And that he did, because it took only a few seconds and a few grunts for the tip of his hot member to touch Aria's wet sex. The usually moist head was now dry and rough, due to the exposure to air during this period of charades and teasing.To make sure that he would get inside of her at a proper angle, Garm lifted Aria's body higher into the air with his hand, and the end of his organ rose with her sex, and it took only a deep grunt and a push from his pelvis to breach her slit and spread her nether lips apart in an unstoppable entry. Aria felt herself become wet with anticipation as he the man behind her braced her shoulders and body and she felt her legs spread wider. She shivered at the feel of his breath on her neck. It was clear that she was ready. The queen let them adjust her body as needed, cooperating as Garm lifted her. Her heat beat faster as she realized what she was about to do and what was about to be inside of her. Morality told her she should be horrified, but logic told her this was what she'd wanted all along, so she should enjoy it.With a gasp, she felt herself quite suddenly full of him and moaned softly, her body in shock. Her tight pussy clamped down on him like a vice as he entered her. After a moment, the breathless woman closed her eyes, groaning in pleasure. "Oh...Garmm..." His name was all the praise she could muster at this point. Several thoughts roamed through Garm's mind when Aria spoke his name with the tone and voice of a woman who got something she had needed for a long time. It wasn't just the utterance of his name with such an ecstatic tone that triggered his male ego, it was the fact that she was so willing. She was not a prostitute, or some conquered wife or daughter of an enemy, or some wench that spread her legs for anything that moved. This time, he had just what she wanted, and that was a privilege that aroused him.He was surprised to feel such a tight squeeze on the tip of his member as he entered her. It wasn't something that he was used to, but it was quite enjoyable. He rumbled with a content smile as he humoured himself with the thought of how she would react when she would be stuffed with all that she could take. He didn't want to wait that long to find out, so he moved his large hands to her waist and grabbed her in a firm grip, then pushed his pelvis harder against her. His fat cock head breeched her insides, and the rest of the impressive girth and length followed and stretched her more than ever before. She moaned softly as he took her by the waist and buried himself inside her waiting cunt. The sheer size of him was astounding. Her hand clenched the table, squeezing it hard as he took her, stretching her more than she'd ever been stretched before. She gasped as he filled her up entirely. A spasm ran through her body as she took him in and got used to him. Her back arched in pain and pleasure as the wolfman behind her held her down. She was grateful for the support and glad that she had decided to come. It was simply amazing.By now, the queen had garnered some attention from the men around the room. The rumble didn't so much die down as the motions calmed down. Men were still having a good time, but quite a few were watching Garm and Aria as he plunged himself into her.

They did the Monster Mash (Candira and Friendly Alien)

Caught in the Crossfire

Name: Jezabell (Jez) SmithAge: 17Appearance: Name: Alexandr MizkinAge: 24Appearance: "Oh man, what a rough day..." Jez moaned as she dropped her bag on the floor by the door. "I'm home...dad..." She waited for a reply that she knew would never come. Her dad worked for a huge tax company and was always working. It was like she always had the house to her own. She was ashamed of her faher. He was power hungry. He wanted to control everyone and have lots of money. Jez just thought he was being an ass. That must be why mom left right after she was born. Her mother didn't want to raise a child made by that man.Jez stripped out of work uniform and changed into an oversized white button up. School was rough today. She had four tests and baseball in gym today. If that wasn't bad enough, she had to work overtime at work. It was past midnight and she had just gotten home. Now was her time to relax. She was so glad it was friday. She sat on the couch, turning on the T.V. and scrolled through the chanells, forgetting that she had not locked the door yet. Outside the dimly lit Smith house, a dark figure loomed against the fence across the street. It was a man dressed in all black with hair that was ruffled by the wind -- Alexandr, the now poverty-stricken man who had his money stolen by the infamous Smith Incorporated tax company. He used to work in that corrupted dump until the owner had stripped him of all his monetary belongings. Now, him and the other rebels -- other disgruntled people -- were going to end this once and for all."Today will be the day that we take the first step to our salvation..."Walking up to the house nonchalantly, Alexandr greeted the Smith's next door neighbor, who had stepped out for a smoke. He greeted himself as the family's cousin, coming so late because the trains were backed up. Thankfully for Alex, he believed him, and the dark figure went to the door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. That corrupt man's daughter was ripe for the picking.Stealthily, Alexandr snuck into the house and made his presence unnoticeable, preparing the chloroform cloth. When he saw the girl on the couch, he took his chance and snatched her up. With the white cloth, he covered her mouth and let the teen breath some of the substance in. It caused her wild flailing and scream to cease, and she fell limp in his arms. Picking her up, Alex ran back outside and put her in the back of his truck, tying her hands behind her back and her ankles together. The last step was the blindfold, which he secured around her eyes."This is it..." he mumbled, driving away for the 4 hour trip he had to take to make it to his gang's base.In half that time, the chick should wake up... Jez was watching the news right about the time a cloth was pressed to her face. She stuggled at first like any normal person would. Though she felt her body growing numb and her eyes felt heavy. Before she knew what was going on, everything blacked out. When she did wake, however, she was tied up, blind folded, and was moving. The truck hit a bump which made her fly up and back down to the bed of the truck. "Ow! Son of a..." She forced herself to her knees. "Hello? Anyone there?!" She frowned. She struggled against her ties. She wasn't sure how to react. She wasn't sure where she was. All she knew is that she was appearently in the back of a truck.Another bump was hit and she fell back on her side, She sighed. "Hey! Can you try to avoid the bumps!" She then kicked the side of the truck with her tied feet, trying to get the driver's attention. Hearing the girl waking up, Alexandr yelled back at her. "This isn't a joy ride, you little brat!" He continued driving, but he started to avoid the bumps, not wanting to damage his goods.By the time he made it to the base, it was already just past 4am, and everyone was waiting for him. Very soon, Mr. Smith would be returning home, only to find his daughter gone and a note left in her place. Alex got out of the truck and opened the back up, scooping the girl up easily and carrying her all the way to the inside of his team's hideout. Then, he entered a room -- completely vacant with white walls -- and threw the girl down onto the floor, getting rid of the blindfold. In that room, there was a phone and camera just waiting to be used.All in due time, now..."Welcome, kid," Alexandr said in a cool, smooth tone. His Russian accent stood out a bit, but it made him seem just that much more suave, as others have said. "This will be your new home until Daddy Dearest repents for what he's done to everyone." Slowly, the man walked over to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall, pulling a pocketknife out. He twirled it in his fingers gingerly. "If you resist in any way, or if you try to attack us in any sort, I will make sure that you don't leave this place unscarred. Or... won't leave this place at all. I will take it that an attack against me, in specific, will mean that you just want to die." He flipped the knife back into his pocket and walked up to the girl, looming over her head. His gaze was stolid. "But, I'll have you know right now that I don't want to have to hurt you. That's not what we're all here for. We don't enjoy torturing little girls. At least, I don't," he chuckled. Then, he went back to his old spot and leaned against the wall, watching the girl intently. "Brat?! Me?! Just wait untill I get untied you jerk!" She struggled, but eventually gave up. She closed her eyes, trying to think of any possible way out of this.Her thoughts were interupted when she was suddenly picked up. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" She struggled. "Put me down!" She grunted. "I said put...me...dow-whoa!" She got her wish when she was thrown onto the floor. "Oof. Hey! What it mister!" She felt her blindfold being taken away. She squinted her eyes at the light. "Oh how fun. A nice white room." She noticed the phone and the camera. "Oh, how creepy..." she said sarcasticly. When he father was mentioned, she busted out laughing. "Oh him. I should have know. Dumb bastard, getting me dragged into all of this." she sighed. She didn't know wether he would come for her or not. "What will you do to him if he shows up?" She listenerd to him speak, threatening her with his accent, which didn't make her feel threatened at all."Ooo~ I'm so scared. Get a life pretty boy...." She rolled her eyes and sat up. "So, would you mind taking off these ropes, unless you are scared that you'll get you're ass kicked by a teenage girl." She blinked innocently. Alexandr sighed and rubbed his head. "You don't understand the predicament, and you clearly haven't understood the majority of his crimes. You think your father only stole our money? He's taken lives, my dear." Once again, Alex walked up to her, but this time, he slapped her hard in the face. "None of us want to hurt you, but we will if need be and --" The man was cut off by a bunch of other men -- teammates -- coming into the room, saying that the father was on the line. "Look, child, he actually wants to come save you." Putting the phone on, he started to talk to Smith. "Good evening, sir," he started, his voice frighteningly cold. "I'm having a great evening, you? Anyway, there's business we must discuss. You will follow all my instructions. Doing so will ensure the release of your daughter. If you disobey me, I will make her death slow, and I'll make sure to send you a video of her writhing in pain. Your first order is to go to work tomorrow morning and pay back your currently employed workers all the money you stole from them." Sharply, Alex set the phone down and bent down to be eye level with the teen. He tilted her head up to his. "I wasn't kidding. This isn't a game. Grow up." Eventually, all the others left, and Alexandr remained. Jez's face hardened with the slap. It hurt, it really did. She should be crying right now, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. So she took a deep breath and turned her head to him, her eyes narrowed. "I thought you said you don't enjoy touturing girls. Hypocrit..." She watched the men walk in and waited to see what was about to happen now. When she was told that her father wanted to save her, a part of her was suprised.She listened to the male speak to her father, threating her life if he did not do as he said. The way he described it scared her. When he got close, she tried to inch away. Jez pulled her face from his grip and spat in his face. "Don't touch me." she growled. "You filthy bastard..." Sighing, Alex wiped the spit from his face and glared at the girl. "The only bastard here is your father. The people here are all ones who have had loved ones killed by his men or forced into poverty at his hands." Standing upright, Alexandr opened the door and asked the other to bring water, beer and food in the next few hours. Turning back to the girl, he shot her a slightly softer glance. "The slap was to prove a point. I'm not intending to hurt you anymore." Quietly, he leaned against the wall and slipped down to the floor, holding the pendant around his neck tightly in his fist. It was a locket with pictures of his late wife.What a filthy company... "I find it funny though. You are trying to stop him from killing loved ones, and you are threating to kill the only family he has left." She rolled her eyes. She sighed. "I know my father is not the best person in the world. I'm ashamed really...but it seems like you are putting me on the same level as him. You don't know anything about me..." She wasn't fond of her father. She wouldn't say she hated him, but she wasn't too crazy about him either.Jez looked at him before yawning. She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes, but she couldn't get comfortable with her hands and ankles tied. She moaned when she opened her eyes. "This is so stupid. Why do I have to be tied up? I'm just a teenage girl, what are you afraid of? I'm locked up in a white room with no way out..." Alexandr looked at the girl through tired, glazed eyes. "You certainly act better than him." He knew that even if she beat him up, she'd never get out. The door was made of metal and was locked. Standing up and mp ing towards her, the man used his knife to cut the ropes away, seeing that she had slight burns from the rope. Eith the phone, he called the other and asked for ice. Several minutes later, they brought it in and Alex gave them to the girl. "Here. To stop the swelling." Jez let him cut her ropes. She frowned at her burns. She rubbe her wrists and then her ankles. She was still wearing only a button up shirt, but showing a little skin was the last think on her mind. She watched him walk towards the phone ans order ice. She chuckled. "Well what happened to Mr. badass who was threatening me?" she took the ice and placed it on her ankles first. She looked at him. "What about food...water...bathroom..." She frowned. "Or do you plan on letting me go on the floor like a dog?" Alexandr crinckled his nose and glared at the girl. "You'll get food and water, no problem. Bathroom... Now we have something for that." He pointed off to his left at a second door. "It leads to a bathroom. There are no windows and no ways to get out."Then, Alexandr's stomach growled -- the most embarrassing noise ever. "Tch..." He called up his team again and told them to bring something to eat. When they did, Alex received a bag of different foods -- sushi, chicken stir fry, and other similar things. "Take your pick," he told Jezabell, grabbing the fork for her and the chopsticks for himself. Jez frowned at him and turned away. They seemed prepared enough. It was probably a smart movewith no windows in th bathroom. She would have tried to escape. Sheknew it would be har, but she would not give up. She looked at the door, the phone, the camera, and then at the other male. Thinking up of an escape plan. Though her thoughts were inteuted when she heard a loud growl. She looked at him and giggled. "What's the matter, not paying you enough to eat?" She said sarcaticly.When the food was brought, she was abit suprise that people with no money could get all of this food. "Its wierd, I thouh you said you guys were broke, and yet, look at all that food." She crawled over to the food, sniffing the air. She frowned and finally grabbed som chicken stir fr and began eatting it. She ate like a man, so she ws kind of sloppy. "So...whats your name? Sighing, the man glared at the girl with dark eyes. "They make the stuff themselves, you know. It's cheaper that way. We may have no money, but we can still buy cheap fish, meat, and other stuff..." He grunted and grabbed the dish of sushi, picking up the individual rolls and munching on them, trying not to make a mess.Alexandr didn't answer the girl until he finished his unagi sushi, putting the plate down and wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb. "My name is... Alexandr," he said quietly, wincing as he said the name. The only person who ever called him by his full name in the past was hiswife. Deceased now because of the bloodshed the Smith company caused. Sometimes, even saying his full name could make him just itch to punch something. It was too painful. He could already hear her calling out to him in that sweet accented voice. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, Alex leaned against the wall and continued to eat in silence. Jez sighed and continued to eat. She was silent, not saying anything else. She kept on shoving food in her mouth. For some cheap meat, it was really good. She couldn't believe this was homemade stir fry. It was so good. She looked up when he said his name. "Ah. Alexandr...it fits you..." She smiled a bit. "Do I have to tell you my name or do you already know?" She asked as she finished eatting, pushing her plate to the side.(sorry its short) ((It's alright, don't worry about it XD As long as it's never a one-liner, I'm good :D))"I guess it is..." Alex grunted, staring at the ground. When she said it -- his full name -- his heart pounded painfully in his chest. Why did her father have to take everything away from people? Just... why? "Now, your name I know to be Jezabell. Your father talked about you a lot... when I was working in his company." Staying quiet after that, the man put the empty sushi plate into the paper bag that the food was brought it. There were some other things in the bag that Alex dumped out, just to see what they'd have to eat for the rest of the day.Another plate of sushi, some pasta alfredo, lo mein, and some still-warm cookies....Alex said to himself.Sheesh, looks like the women rebels were feeling bad for the girl.Sighing, the raven took the plate and slide it across the floor, having it bump into Jezabell's leg. "For you," he said curtly, moving the rest of the food to the side. Jez looked up at him. "Realy? My father mentioned me?" She sounded suprised. "I didn't even know he knew I existed..." She brushed some hair behind her ear. She sighed and shook her head. "I never cared for my father's work though..." rubbin the back of her head, she looked down at the ground, thinking.Feeling something touch her leg, she looked down at the food. "Oh! Cookies!" he grabbed a few and started nibbling on them. "These are good....really sweet...." She smiled. After a while, she looked up at Alexandr and frowned. "So...what did my father do to you?" Alex stared in disbelief at the girl. No interests in her father's work, eh? He started to feel horribly guilty now, taking this innocent girl against her will. However, the rebels... they needed to fix this once and for all. The destruction brought about by Smith was too much already. People died because of him. People suffered so much because he was a greedy bastard. Enough was enough, and if he had to kidnap the man's daughter to get the point through, that's exactly what he'd keep on doing."What he did to me?" Alexandr started, looking at the girl with a completely blank expression. "He murdered my wife."His voice resounded in the empty room, echoing off the walls in a solemn, morose way, filling the room with a dark and cloudy atmosphere.That's right... your daddy killed her. She tried to defend herself after her father made a bad deal with him and she took a bullet for the old man. He killed her... Jez blinked in surpise and bowed her head. "I'm sorry..." She stood up, smoothing up the button up shirt and said. "My father is a confused man, blinded by the sin of greed. He knows nothing else. He is a corrupted man that needs to be cleansed. I, being his daughter, apologize on his behalf...but I know...that . "Do you plan to kill him? You know...for taking your wife's life? A life for a life, right?" She agreed that his actions needed to be stopped, but the thought of her only family being taken away scared her. Where would she go after this? Or would they kill her too? Alexandr nearly choked when he heard that. "K-Kill him?! Missy, an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind," he chastised her. "All we want is for him to return his embezzled money. There was purpose for bringing you here." Sighing, Alex stood up and walked over to the girl, his face now softer than before. "You're only here so that your father learns about what is most important in the world. When he feels the same loss my team and I have felt, he will finally know that there is only thing that should matter in life, and that thing is anything but money." The man turned around and walked to the other end of the room, sliding down to the door and leaning agInst the wall.Her idiot father doesn't realize how precious a daughter or wife is... Jez looked at him, a bit suprised at the look on his face. "So you don't want to kill him? Its strange, I've heard rumors that there are people out to kill him...Its strange that you don't want too as well..." She nodded. "But what you said makes sense..." She looked up at him, her face still tense and strong, but her eyes were soft and sad. She may not cared for his father's work, but he was all she had.She watched him walk away. "So...Alexandr..." She rubbed the back of her head. "How long will this whole thing take, cause I have and History test on Monday." She crossed her arms, trying to lighten up the atmosphere in the room. It still felt heavy from earlier when he mentioned her father killed his wife. "Killing him will solve nothing," Alex blatantly said, nonchalantly waving his hand in the air. As for when this would be over... Who knew? "Uh. Well, this all depends on how quickly your father will realize his injustice. You may be here for a day, or you may be here for a month. Even I do not know the answer to that question." The plan wasn't to keep her here for long -- if she had to be here for more than a few days, Alex would let her out of the room and just let her roam around. Perhaps someone in their rebellion group would agree to teach her History or whatever else she needed -- plenty of teachers in the team. "I can do one thing for you," he started, looking at the girl. "If you end up staying here past Monday, I'll have someone teach you whatever you're missing in school. No one here wants to keep you in a place like this for too long anyway." It was true to a degree. The people wanted Smith to give back money, admit his crime, and realize how it feels to lose your loved ones. Maybe that way, he'll understand. "Oh...well this is just great. Imight as well get comfortable. My father is stubborn as a bull..." She huffed and sat down, crossing her legs and arms. Looking up at him and said. "How do you know everyone doesn't want to keep me here?" She always seemed to over think. "How do you know that there isn't someone in the rebellion who wants to kill my father, and me, just becaue I am his daughter." She giggled. "Actually someone did attck me once on my way home from school. I decided to walk home that day an someone trid to kill me. He said 'I must kill all Smiths!' " Shaking her head, she laid back."I wonder sometimes...if I should maybe change my name. Cause no matter hw many times I say I'm not involved with hm, they still put me on the same level as him because I share the same blood...its not fair..." She covered her ees with her arm. She felt like crying almost, but did't. She would not show weakness infront of him. It wasn't surprising -- who didn't want to kill the Smiths? There were probably plenty of people in the world who wanted them dead, but Alex was sure there wasn't anybody in the building who really wanted to be murderers. Sighing, he said, "Jezabell, your father has killed people for the sake of his work. It wasn't just my wife. There were others.However, we don't want to hurt you, especially since I can see how fervently you are against your father's ways." Alexandr sighed and looked up at the ceiling, a small smirk appearing in place of his emotionless demeanor. "You remind me of my wife, actually... Her family was in the same business, but she was strong and broke away..."How nostalgic... "I see...so I guess I'm safe here...but when I go back out there..." She sighed. "Well...it doesn't matter now..." Jazmine sat up. When he began to talk about his wife again, the atmosphere grew heavy again. "You're wife must have been something else then..." She sighed. "I guess thats why my mother left too. She din't want to be apart of my father's work, and she didn't want to raise a baby made by him...so after I was born. Poof." She looked at him. "One more year...then I can leave this place. I'll change my name and start over." She smiled."You're wife...what was her name?" Of course... Who would want to be in a family with a Smith?the man thought.With a slight air of nostalgia, Alex said, "Her name... Was Svetlana. She really was just like you." Alex turned to the girl and gave her a tiny smile -- how did it go this way? He'd never talked about his wife since she died, so why was he spilling his guts now? This girl wasn't special, she was just a kid stick in the middle of a corrupt businesman's world.Just like my wife... Late wife...Grimacing, he slumped again the wall. "What a pretty name." She smiled and moved over to him. She felt sorr for this man. She could see the pain in his eyes. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're wife...obviously I don't know her and this might seem like a cliche, but she would want you to be happy. Live your life to the fullest. You can't mourn over her forever...I bet she wouldn't want that..." She told herself that the reason she was being so nice was because the atmosphere was just so depressing. She was actually very kind. She didn't like to see sadness. The girl's sweetness took Alexandr by some surprise -- acting all nice to your kidnapper is not a common sight. Yet, the hand she placed on his shoulder gave off a kind of warm, comforting feeling, and the man's anxiety and depression almost seemed to dissipate at her touch. "Thanks. I bet you're right about her," he smirked, placing his own hand on hers. "I may hate your father forever, no offense, but I think the mourning can end soon. Hopefully. Never been so hopeful in my life." Chuckling, he fooled around with the zipper on his black leather jacket. Jez smiled and nodded. "Thats good, thats really good." She soon pulled her hand away. She placed her hands in her lap. She shivered a bit, feeling cold. She was only wearing a shirt after all. She brushed some hair from her face. She stared at him for awhile. "I'm sorry...for all the trouble my father caused you. I just hope he hasn't taken away all of your light."She yawned a bit and stood. "I guess its time for me to rest a bit. been sort of a stressful day...night...or whatever time it is..." She then moved on the other side of the room. She turned her back to him, laying on her side and curled up into a ball. For a little while, the Russian man just stared at the girl, wondering how the child of such a horrible person could be such a wonderful girl. An odd girl nonetheless... For someone to accept being kidnapped like this -- to understand what they're trying to do -- is just a little too weird, but a good sign. Perhaps the humans in the world weren't too bad, at least some of them.Quietly, Alex stood up and took off his jacket, leaving him in a white t-shirt. He walked to the girl and put the jacket over her shoulders, almost unconsciously petting the girl's head once. As he walked to the other side of the room again, he could only think,What's wrong with me? What has she done to me....? Returned my "light" perhaps?Silently, the man leaned against the wall and slipped to the floor, slowly dozing off into a comfortable sleep. Jez was on the edge of sleep when she felt something warm cover her body. She reached up and felt the leather jacket of the man that kidnapped her. She also felt his hand. She blushed a bit, but kept her eyes closed. She smiled a bit and slowly drifted asleep.She didn't know why she was being so kind to her kidnapper. She figured it was because she understood why he did it, and now she knew she wasn't going to be hurt. Well except for that slap, but she was being a bitch before. She had no doubt in her mind that her attidtude might come out again, but she felt a bit more at ease. Alexandr dozed off for several hours before waking up, stretching his sore muscles out. Checking his watch, it was 2pm. It made sense since they made it to the compound at around 4am. Jezabell still looked like she was asleep, so he got up and walked out of the room, locking the door on his way out. Some of his colleagues came up to him, mostly the women, and asked how the girl was -- they were the ones who were most against the entire kidnapping thing, although they were pleased to see Alex be kind to her. He told them to get a sweater for the kid, seeing as though the room was like an icebox.After maybe twenty minutes, Alex walked back into the room with a fluffy black sweater and two cups of hot tea. He set everything on the floor and took one cup for himself, sipping it slowly. Jez woke up, maybe around two fourty-five. She stretched up and yawned. She didn't sleep too well on the floor and only a jacket as her blanket, but she managed. She was use to being in a soft fluffy bed, so of course this was new to her. He back was actually sort of sore from laying on the hard surface. She wouldn't be suprised if there was red marks on her back.She shivered, pulling the jacket around her. Looking around, she notice Alexandr. She yawned. "Morning...I think." She notice the cup of tea. "Oh!" She moved over and grabbed the extra cup. She then took a sip of it. She waited a moment before taking another. It warmed her up nicely. ((I thought her name was Jezabell...? o.o))Chuckling, Alex greeted the girl. "Good morning, my dear," he chuckled, feeling lighter. "Actually... wait.. no... Good afternoon! That's it, hm?" He sighed, taking another sip of the tea. "We're still waiting for your father to call and ask for instructions. I really don't want to have to go to extreme measures for this to work." Truly, the man didn't want to cause any more harm compared to the good that this might bring out, especially when after he found out more things about the girl. She was different from her father completely, which was why he took her advice seriously. While Jezabell was sleeping, Alexandr pondered some things, eventually coming to the marvelous conclusion that he'd stop mourning over his wife, slowly of course. Even though he'd always hate her father for killing her, Alex could put the revenge he wanted far into the deepest corner of his mind where even he couldn't unlock it anymore. (Sorry, I was distracted xD)Jezabell sighed. "Knowing him, He might have gotten caught up in work and forgot." She shook her head and took another sip. She wondered what was going through her father's mind right about now? Was he worried about her or his company? She wondered why he called last night? She wondered if he was really concerned for her, or worried that they might kill him if he didn't do it. She only saw him maybe a few times a year for a full day. The other days he is only home for a few minutes or right when she goes to bed.Jez sat on the floor after finishing her tea. She crossed her arm. "Oh...do you want your jacket back?" She removed it from her shoulders and held it out for him. Seeing the jacket being held out in front of him, Alex pondered it for a moment. His jacket was warmer than the sweater he got for her, so..."Nah. You can wear it. You'll be warmer that way." He took it for a split second before wrapping it around the girl's shoulders, wondering why he was being so nice to her in the first place. Now he was the one who was going to be freezing. Sighing, he slumped against the wall again. "Are you hungry? I can go get some fresher food..." Jez frowned. slipping her arms through the sleeves. "Why are you being so nice?" She stared at him. "Plus won't you be cold if you don't have a jacket?" She tilted her head. She shook her head at his other suggestion. "I'm fine. This food is fine...." She raise a brow, looking confused. "I'm your hostage remember...if you keep being nice to me, I might not want to leave." She joked a bit.She crossed her arms. The jacket was quite warm though. This man confused her. Now he will be the one freezing and he might regret giving her the jacket. Alexandr chuckled at her worries, waving them off. "I'll be fine. And I'm being nice because I feel horrible about before. I don't really think I was this much of a bastard before..." Laughing, he laid down on the floor, folding his hands under his head, thinking about what to do now. "And... well, when you start not wanting to leave, you won't really be a hostage anymore, eh?" He glanced at her, wondering what kinds of qualities she could possible have for getting him so... well, happy.However, it was pretty cold, and Alexandr sneezed lightly. He still felt right giving the jacket to Jezabell. "Hm...you sure are strange." she shook her head. She sat down, placing her elbows on her knees and then her cheeks in her hands. "Hm..." She sat there in silence for maybe thirty seconds before letting out a loud groan. "I'm bored!" She fell foward, laying on her stomach. "If I'm here much longer, I may go crazy...and..." She noticed his sneeze and shook her head.She raise her head to look at him. "You are going to get sick. The last thing I need is to have a sick person in here with me, making me sick." She huffed. "I am not strange!" he countered, being all defensive. Glaring at the girl, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shaddup'! I'm not going to get sick." At that point, he was trying to think of things to interest the girl with -- drawing, puzzles, what else? This was going to be terribly difficult."What do you like to do in your free time?" Alex asked Jezabell. Perhaps, he could get her to do something interesting for a while. "I mean, if you like drawing or playing games, I might be able to get you something. That way you won't get bored." "Sheesh. Don't get all defensive..." She stuck out her tounge, sitting up again. Crossing her arms. "Yeah, you better not..." She knew she was probably being annoying, but hey, she had a right to be. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a sigh. She wondered when her father would call. She would of figured he would atleast try and help her."Puzzles? Drawing? Play games? Do I look five to you?" She shook her head. "I play drums in my free time, or read, dance, I also like being outside, but thats impossible at the moment. So..." She shrugged. Almost fuming, Alexandr didn't quite have a response to any of her rude remarks.What a snotty little kid,he growled to himself. Sighing, he thought about it for a minute. "I bet I have a bunch of books that you could read. As for dancing, you can do that yourself. Drums.... that I amnotgetting you." With another sigh, he stood up and walked to the door, a hand shoved in his pocket. "Don't be a bad girl while I'm gone," he joked, sticking his tongue out. Then, he left the girl alone and walked out of the building, to his actual car (not the van) where he had a bunch of books cluttering the back seat. Ever since his wife died, he spent most of his time stuck in the middle of a book. He kept them in the car if he got stuck in traffic, which happened often.Taking a bag and filling it with the books, Alex headed back into the room where Jezabell was kept. He put the bag down in front of her, taking out one book for himself and leaving the rest for her. "There. Most of them are classics: Anna Karenina, White Fang, The Counte of Monte Cristo, and other various novels. Have fun." Sitting down in his normal spot, he flipped open "The Man in the Iron Mask", the book he had, and started to read. Jez frowned when he left. wondering how he expected her to dance without any music. It confused her. Though she waited for him, just glad she was getting something to do. When he came backw ith the bag of books, she looked through them. She was a very picky person, so one by one, she would grab a book and then lay it on the floor. when the bag was empty, she scattered the book around the room to make sure she sisn't miss any. She eventually took one and began reading it. Though she normally read with music blaring. Actually she did almost everything with her music blaring, she couldn't stand silence. She set down the book and shook her head. "This is not working out..."She crawled over to him . "I hate the silence...I'll go insane if there is not music going on, or if no one is talking....it drives me up the wall. I feel all paranoid and jumpy...." She crossed her arms, looking around the room. Looking displeased. Alexandr looked at the girl with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes -- she truly was a bit jumpy. Silence wasn't good for her apparently. Thus, Alex sighed and rummaged in his pockets, surprised to find his iPod actually there for once. Heaving another sigh, Alex stood up and left the room once again to search his car for speakers. He surprised himself yet again when he found them; "I must've been half-asleep today..." he mumbled as he walked back to the room."Here," he said curtly, holding out the music player and speakers to Jezabell. "I hope you like whatever's there. It's mostly hard rock and other things like that." Alex returned to his book with a light sigh. Jez tilted her head, watching him, when she left, she moaned and decided to sing a bit while he was gone. She began singing "I Will Not Bow" softly to herself. She closd her eyes and was really getting into it, though when she heard the door open, she stopped immediatlyand looked at him. She hated for other people to hear her sing.She took the music player and smiled. "Thank ya." She turned it on and waited for it to start playing befor she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes,lip singing with the songs.(Sorry it took awhile.)

Caught in the Crossfire

The Kiss (closed)

The Kiss (Closed for Jaylene and myself)Gloria sat in the restaurant with three of the other girls from work. It was Halloween night and they had just gotten off work for the weekend. They all work at the branch bank near the restaurant, where Gloria was a loan officer, they often came here after work. Bernice was talking about all the little ‘ghosts and goblins’ would come by her house tonight, and then how her fat husband would sit on the couch all weekend watching football. The image sent a shiver through Gloria, as she had met Bernice’s husband at the bank.Gloria glanced over at a group of younger people sitting at a table near them. Most were dressed in black with dark makeup. ‘Halloweeners’ she thought at first, then looked back to the girls at her table.“Tomorrow it will be college games then Sunday, Pro games, every weekend is the same,” Bernice was saying.Gloria turned back to the other table and noticed a girl dressed all in black, with long black hair and heavy black eye makeup. Her skin was very pale and her lips were very dark in contrast. She was an attractive girl if not for all the dark aura about her. She looked up and caught Gloria looking at her. Their eyes met and held each other for a moment, before one of the boys at the table said something to her.“My husband is the same way,” Janice said. “Every weekend, football, football, football. Don’t they know how to fuck anymore.”They all laughed at her statement.Yes, a nice sweet fuck would be good. Curled up in bed all weekend with your lover.Gloria thought, her eyes going back to the dark haired girl.Maybe she’s suppose to be a Vampire?Her eyes rested on the girls black lips, wondering if she had fangs hidden behind them. She thought about the Anne Rice novel she had read awhile back about Vampires. Her mind wondered to the book as she watched the girls’ lips. Unconsciously her head tilted to the side, exposing her neck.“Gloria,……Gloria,…….Gloria,” Sharon said. “Earth to Gloria.”“Huh…..what,” Gloria said turning to Sharon.“Does your neck hurt or something,” Sharon said.“No…..why?”“Well the way you were holding your head it looked like your neck hurt.”“Ah……no, I was just thinking.”“Who were you looking at,” Bernice asked turning to look through the restaurant. “Did you see those Goth kids,” she added. “Weirdo’s if you ask me.”The conversation turned back to husbands and Halloween, but Gloria kept sneaking peeks at the ‘Goth’ girl. She was intrigued by her, her pale skin and long black hair, so different from her short blonde hair. The dark makeup, again so different from her light blue eye shadow and pink lipstick. Her eyes continued to rest on the girls’ lips though, so dark, so inviting, and so ‘Vampirish’. Of course, she didn’t believe in such nonsense but the idea was romantic. She saw the girls lips turn up at the corners in a small smile and she raised her eyes to met the girls’ dark eyes staring back at her.She blushed, but couldn’t look away, try as she might she was held be mysterious dark girl.Sharon and Janice got up to go to the powder room leaving Gloria and Bernice alone. Bernice was the only one at the bank that knew that Gloria was gay, and had promised Gloria that she would never say anything, knowing it might stop and chances of promotions for Gloria.“So get up and go talk to her,” Bernice said. “You know you want her, nothing ventured nothing gained.”“Oh I couldn’t,…..she’s so different,……and she must be five years younger than me.”“Well…..like I said, nothing ventured nothing gained. So spend another weekend alone.”“Well girls, it’s been fun, but I got lots of goblins coming by so I’m heading out,” Janice said and she and Sharon returned to the table.“Me too,” Sharon added, as they headed for the door and the cashier.“Now or never,” Bernice said to Gloria.Quickly Gloria found a slip of paper and pen in her purse. As she and Bernice walked by the girls table, Gloria stopped and handed the paper to the dark girl.Gloria Davies 361-2869 Call me.As the girl looked up at her, taking the slip, she leaned down, holding the girls chin, she kissed her full on those beautiful dark lips. A thrill ran through her body, an erotic ecstasy like nothing she had ever felt before. Here she was in a crowded restaurant, her mouth pressed tight on another woman’s, for the world to see. She didn’t care, she wanted this woman more than she had wanted any other woman in her life. The kiss lasted for maybe five or six seconds and to Gloria’s surprise, the ‘Goth’ girl didn’t push her away or try to stop her, she just sat there and let Gloria kiss her. When Gloria released the girl she headed straight for the cashier, wishing she had paid her tab first, but then she hadn’t planned on kissing her either.Her face turned crimson as she tried to pay her tab, the cashier smiling at her. A murmur of conversation rolled through the restaurant.“Real slick,” Bernice said shaking her head at her as they made their way to their cars.Gloria only had a few trick or treaters that night, living on the second floor of an apartment complex. She went to bed early, her dreams were filled with darkness, and mists as she ‘chased her sin into the gloom.’ Sheena Thompson“Oh Christ, it’s no use,” sighed Sheena, pulling the covers off her, and sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Why can’t I sleep?” she asked exasperated. She leaned over and turned on the lamp on her bedside table. The truth was she couldn’t sleep tonight for the same reason she hadn’t been able to sleep every other night during the last two weeks. It was her. She couldn’t get her out of her mind. She glanced down again at the piece of paper on her nightstand:Gloria Davies361-2869Call meThis had all started Halloween night. She had been out with her friends, and quite honestly had been growing tired of their endless banter. She kept catching the eye of this very beautiful, very sophisticated woman on the other side of the restaurant. She looked as if she lived in a whole different world than Sheena. This Gloria woman was obviously a young professional, where as Sheena was a student, and an art student at that. Gloria’s sleek outfit, and well-manicured looks suggested she made a handsome salary, where as Sheena’s thrift store bargains told she led quite a different life. Despite these differences, Sheena could tell that this intriguing woman was feeling much the same as her. Bored, restless, ready to move on.Sheena knew it was rude but she couldn’t stop staring. She had an incredible urge to take out her camera, and start shooting. A grey filter under these tungsten lights would be perfect.When Sheena had seen the woman get up to from the table, she felt a little stab of despair. She didn’t want this woman to leave. It was she that kept Sheena sitting at this table with her friends.She had watched her approach, imagining the great shots she could be getting. She had expected this woman to walk past her, walk right out the door. She never expected her to stop at the table. When she had, Sheena could hear a pause in the banter at the table.She felt a slip of paper slide into her hand and then she felt the woman’s lips on hers. Oh god they were soft. Sheena parted her lips ever so slightly, sighing in acceptance of this softness. A satiny delicate tongue slipped past her lips into her mouth. Sheena felt something open inside her. A warm pleasant sensation washed over her. Her mouth parted more; she even involuntarily parted her legs. She could feel the kiss all the way down in her toes.When she opened her eyes, she saw the enchanting figure of the woman walking away. The banter at the table immediately picked up, “Sheena who was that?” “Oh my god that was so hot” “Is there something you aren’t telling us, Sheena?” The chatter continued, but Sheena just ignored it. She just kept looking down at the slip of paper in her hand.“If she just hadn’t kissed me I’d have been fine,” Sheena said to herself, standing up from her bed, scooping up Gloria’s number. She grabbed her robe off the bedpost, and slipped it over her naked body. As she did so she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She was average height 5’5. Very skinny, with sleek angular lines, and small chested.She walked into the kitchen, grabbed the phone and dialed…368-2869. Her eyes, found the clock on the wall, 1:12 a.m.Oh shit, thought Sheena.But I have to do this.I need to sleep.On the seventh ring, someone answered.“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered on the other end of the line.“Is this Gloria?’ Sheena asked, fighting her impulse to hang up the phone.“Yes, whose this?”“My name is Sheena. You said I should call you.” All Sheena heard was silence on the other end.“On Halloween. In the restaurant” Sheena could tell by the sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone that Gloria now remembered. GloriaGloria rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read 1:10.“Who…..” she mumbled as she picked up the phone.“Hello?”“Is this Gloria?”“Yes, who’s this?”“My name is Sheena. You said I should call you.”I don’t know any Sheena.Gloria thought.“On Halloween. In the restaurant”Slowly the recognition set in as the fog of sleep disappeared.The little vampire girl,….the one I kissed.“Oh….hi….ah….I was asleep….ah, hi….Sheena….I didn’t think you were going to call….I mean….I’m glad you did…….I hope I didn’t embarrass you in front of your friends…..but I just couldn’t help it…..I mean….the kiss and all.”Gloria was not expecting her to call at all it had been so long. She had almost forgotten the incident herself. The memory of the girl came flooding into her mind, the way she looked and how she had excited her.What should I say to her.she tried to think.“Ah….Sheena…..would you have lunch with me tomorrow? At the same restaurant,…say twelve-o-clock. My treat.”Gloria held her breath as she waited for the reply. She wanted desperately to see her again.“Noon…..same restaurant?”“Yes, same restaurant.”“Your treat?”“Yes Sheena, my treat.” Gloria smiled into the phone.“Alright….anything, just so I can get some sleep.”“Great,” Gloria said. “I’ll see you at noon then”“Ok,” Sheena answered hanging up the phone.“Yes,” Gloria squealed as she hung up her own phone.It took her over an hour to get back to sleep, she was so excited thinking about Sheena. What she should wear tomorrow, what she should say. The past few months had been lonely without a girlfriend, too lonely, she needed someone to be with. She decided she would take it slow. They might find they didn’t even like each other. She didn’t even know if Sheena was gay, or even bi for that matter.Oh my god, what if she isn’t. What’ll I do then?Finally she drifted back to sleep with the image of Sheena’s dark lips on her mind.She woke early that same morning, excitement running through her the instant she woke. She made coffee then showered and shampooed her hair, shaving her legs and pussy to silky smoothness.What should I wear?she thought as she dried herself in front of her closet looking at her wardrobe. She picked the black business skirt suit remembering Sheena’s had been in all black. But she laid a red silk blouse with the suit on the bed. She put on a pair of black satin panties and matching bra then sat down to fix her hair and do her makeup, She needed to look just perfect, for Sheena.Hair and makeup done, she dabbed a little Allure at each ear and on her wrists, she pulled the black thigh highs up her legs then slipped her arms into the silky blouse. Satin and silk always made her feel sexy and that is just how she wanted to feel today. She tucked the blouse into the skirt then slipped the jacket on. She sat on the bed and slipped on the 5 inch heels, with the ankle strap open toe. She stood and looked in the mirror, finally satisfied with her looks, and hoping Sheena would be also, she left her apartment and slipped behind the wheel of her new Lexus.By the time she got to work, she was wishing to was lunchtime already.“My my, don’t we look special today,” Bernice commented to her as she walked into her office. “Got a date?” she asked.“As a matter of fact I do,” Gloria said looking over her shoulder, haughtily at Bernice.“With who,” Bernice questioned.“Remember that girl in the restaurant,” Gloria said excitedly coming over to Bernice’s desk, smiling broadly.“What girl?”“The dark one,….the one I kissed. We have a lunch date. She called me last night, no, this morning about one. Woke me up.”“You’re kidding.”“Nope, meeting her for lunch.”“You go girlfriend,” Bernice laughed. “Good for you.”At 11:45, Gloria entered the restaurant, finding a table in the back, but took a seat facing the door. She ordered an iced tea as she waited.Take it slow.she told herself.Don’t scare the poor girl to death. SheenaAs Sheena walked into the restaurant, she saw Gloria sitting at a table in the back. Sheena realized she was very glad that she had come. Seeing Gloria sitting at the table Sheena realized that she was drawn to this encounter not simply because she wanted a good night’s sleep. Gloria looked so together, so beautiful sitting there.Sheena looked apprehensively down at her outfit. She was wearing her jade green Doc Martin, and black wool tights. A thigh-length, red and black, plaid skirt that looked like a kilt and a tight black sweater. Her army-green canvas book bag was slung over her shoulder across her chest, and hung at her hip. She really didn’t understand how such woman could possibly be interested in her.“Here goes nothing,” she said under her breath, as she began to walk toward the table. Just then Gloria looked up from her iced tea. Sheena saw Gloria’s face light up as their eyes met, and she waved to Sheena. Sheena had to admit that she liked that fact that she could make this woman smile.As Sheena approached the table, Gloria got up.“Hey Gloria,” Sheena said.“Sheena, it’s so nice to see you again,” Gloria said, reaching out and taking Gloria’s hand.Sheena was startled by Gloria’s touch but was quickly soothed by the small, soft hand clasping her own.“Lets sit,” said Gloria, motioning to the table, “Are you hungry?”“God, I’m starving. I had two classes back-to-back this morning and have eaten nothing all day.”The waitress came over then to take their order. Gloria ordered a cheeseburger fries, milkshake, and cheesecake. Sheena laughed at Gloria’s amused expression.“I told you I was starving” Sheena said with a smile.As Gloria and Sheena ate their lunch together, Sheena was amazed at how comfortable she became around Gloria. She learned that Gloria wasn’t that much older than her, that she worked for a bank, and that it had been awhile since she’d had a girlfriend. And Sheena found that Gloria was genuinely interested in her as well. She wanted to know all about her. Where she was from, where she worked, what she was studying at school. Sheena even showed her the prints that she had developed that morning in photography class.It was going so well in act that they both had lost track on time. Sheena realized it was already 1:30 and she was going to later for her 2:00 class.“Oh crap, Gloria, I’ve gotta run, I’m going to be late for class. Thank you so much for lunch” Sheena said standing up and grabbing her bag.“Will I see you again Sheena?” Gloria asked.Sheena took a step toward Gloria, and surprised them both my kissing her on the lips. It was a soft, timid kiss.“I’d like that. How about tonight? Meet me here,” she said, pulling a flyer out of her bag. “I work at the music store and get off of 10:00. We can go out after or if you prefer we can head to my place.”With that, Sheena turned and left in a flurry, already late for class. GloriaGloria’s heart fluttered at the kiss, but more at the words Sheena spoke, “I’d like that. How about tonight? Meet me here.” She watched her new friend walk away, watched the way her butt moved under the plaid skirt, and the sway of her black hair. She seemed such a contrast to what she had pictured in a girlfriend. Would she become a girlfriend she wondered.She finally collected her thoughts and went back to work, but her thoughts were filled with Sheena and the possibilities. She told Bernice about their luncheon and their date for that night.“A date,” Bernice inquired, “a real date.”Gloria just nodded her head as she went back to her office. “Yes, a real date,” she said walking down the hall.The next three hours seemed to drag on forever, but the worst was yet to come. As soon as she got home she started watching the clock, Five hours to go, now four and a half, four….. She had a small salad for supper and a bottle of water, then started getting ready for her date. She put on a black pant set, then a short skirt and top, a flower print dress, finally throwing her hands up in despair. She slipped on a pair of worn Levi’s and cute top, with a pair of mules. She checked her makeup one last time then headed for the restaurant to wait for Sheena. That last hour was the longest of all. At a quarter after ten, Sheena walked in. Gloria jumped to her feet and hurried to meet her at the door.“Hi, how was your day?” she said quickly. “I know this nice little bar not far from her.” She kissed Sheena quickly, before taking her arm and turning her toward her car.They chatted more about school and the music store, some about baking and loaning money, until they reached the bar. It was a quiet little place, inconspicuous with soft interior lighting. Gloria led her to a table in the back, past the dance floor that was occupied by several women dancing together. Gloria ordered a lite beer and Sheena followed suit. They talked more and Gloria reached over and held Sheena’s hand, her fingers curled softly into Sheena’s palm.“You want to dance,” Gloria asked her.“Well, I don’t know,” Sheena hesitated.“It’s all right, nobody will say anything. Everybody here is gay,” Gloria said standing and pulling Sheena to her feet and lead her to the dance floor.Gloria put one hand on Sheena’s hip and the other on her shoulder. Sheena did the same. They weren’t really dancing, more just moving to the music. Slowly Gloria pulled Sheena closer, slipping both her hands around her back, until their bodies were pressed against each other. She looked into Sheena’s eyes, then lightly, hesitantly pressed her lips to Sheena’s. When Sheena didn’t draw away she pressed her mouth tighter to her dark lips, her tongue had just started to part her lips when the thought stuck her.Are there fangs behind those lips?Part of her hoped so, but she knew she was just being silly. Her tongue slipped into Sheena mouth searching Sheena’s tongue. A warm flush went through her as Sheena’s met hers with eagerness. Her fingers entangled themselves in her long dark hair as they stood on the dance floor kissing.“Mmmmm, that’s nice,” she breathed into Sheena’s mouths, their lips still touching.They continued to dance a couple more songs, holding each other closer. Gloria noticed that all the other women on the floor were all now kissing as they danced. She smiled as she lead Sheena off the floor and back to their table. They drank a couple more beers and danced a few more songs. Around midnight, they were sitting at the table when Gloria laid her hand on Sheena’s leg, squeezing it gently. She let her hand slid up her leg and squeezed the inside of her thigh.“It’s getting late,” she said hesitantly, “would…..you like to come back to my place?” SheenaAs Gloria slid her hand Sheena’s leg, squeezing her thigh, Sheena felt her stomach tighten with excitement. She felt the warmth of Gloria’s hand on her thigh radiate up her body. She was surprised at how intensely her body responded to Gloria’s touch. In all her 22 years she had never responded to anyone’s touch like this, man or woman.“It’s getting late,” she said hesitantly, “would…..you like to come back to my place?”Sheena could think of nothing she wanted more than to go home with Gloria. She wanted to have this woman touch her more, touch her everywhere. Gloria had stirred something inside her.Sheena leaned into Gloria, swept her hair of her shoulder and kissed her lightly on the base of her neck. She paused, looking Gloria in the eye, before kissing her neck again. She slowly, softly kissed up her neck stopping at Gloria’s ear. She playfully nipped at her lobe.“I would love to go home with you,” Sheena whispered. She leaned back, biting her burgundy painted lip, waiting to see Gloria’s reaction. Gloria’s face lit up, her smile reaching up into her eyes.As Gloria drove ,Sheena sat silently watching her. She was nervous but excited as to where this was all going to lead.God she is so different than me,thought Sheena.But she is so beautiful. It took the women only 15 minutes to get to Gloria’s town-home in the historic district. Sheena stood in the entry-way after being let in, feeling overwhelmed and dwarfed by her surroundings.“Come on in,” Gloria said, walking into her living room and switching on a light. Sheena followed Gloria as she sauntered into the other room, slid off her jacket, and laid her purse down. Sheena followed her lead, and then stood awkwardly, not sure what to do next. It was one thing to flirt with Gloria in public, but a whole ‘nother thing to do so in the privacy of her home. There could be no denying where this would lead.Sensing Sheena’s inhibition, Gloria stepped in closer. She wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other she curled around the back of her neck.Their lips met and parted, their tongues entwining. Gloria’s kiss was so warm, so soft, and she tasted, so subtly, like…like…was that peaches?Sheena felt herself slowly relax, and has she did she regained her courage. She wrapped one of her own arms around Gloria’s waist, while the other hand she brought to her breast. Gloria’s breast felt heavy cupped in Sheena’s hand. Sheena sensed Gloria arch her back and in response Sheena began to kneed it.“Here, let me help,” said Gloria, parting from their kiss. She pulled off her top, exposing her tits to Sheena.Gloria had a full bosom, currently clad in a white lace bra. Further encouraged by Gloria’s brazenness, Sheena reached behind Gloria’s back and unhooked her bra. She slid the bra down Gloria’s arms and dropped it to the floor. She watched as Gloria’s nipples became hard.She reached out her hands and took one breast in each hand giving it a nice, firm squeeze.Sheena had never before touched another woman’s chest, and she was enthralled with the sensation. She circled her fingers around her areola and delighted in the softness of this sensitive spot. She traced her fingers over the hard nipples, holding each nipple between the thumb and finger.“Go ahead sweetie, you can pinch them,” Gloria said.Sheena did as she was instructed and applied a timid little pinch to Gloria’s nipples.“You like that?” Sheena asked a little skeptical.“Oh yes, I find it very erotic. Ya know Sheena you might like it too,” said Gloria, tugging Sheena’s sweater up over her head. GloriaGloria reveled in the sensation of the playful kisses along her neck and at her ear. Had she won this intriguing dark girl to aspects of lesbian love? She would find out.“I would love to go home with you,” Sheena whispered.Gloria nearly melted as Sheena bit her lip, the lips that had drawn her to this young woman in the first place. Her face and eyes light up with her answer.They left the bar and headed for Gloria’s place. She drove in silence, giving Sheena time to reflect on what may happen once they arrived. She was not going to force anything on Sheena, she would always give her the freedom of choice. She parked the car and opened the door to her townhouse.“Come on in,” she said, flipping on the light and taking her jacket off.She could sense a bit of fear, or apprehension perhaps in Sheena as she looked at her. She stepped close to her, an arm going around her waist, the other softly touching the back of her neck. She smiled gently at her, reassuring as her mouth met Sheena’s. Gloria felt Sheena relax under the tender kiss, and then was surprised as she felt Sheena’s hand go to her breast. She leaned into it as Sheena began to fondle her.“Here, let me help,” she said pulling off her top.She was even more surprised, and becoming excited, as Sheena reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms, then taking a breast in each hand, caressing them. Her heart pounded as Sheena took the nipples between finger and thumb.“Go ahead sweetie, you can pinch them,” Gloria said, a coy smile on her lips.Her breath quickened and her lashes fluttered as Sheena pinched her nipples, a quit moan escaping her throat.“You like that,” Sheena asked, a questioning look in her eyes.“Oh yes….I find it very erotic,” Gloria cooed, looking into Sheena’s eyes. “Ya know, Sheena….you might like it too,” she added suggestively, reaching down and tugging at her sweater.Again, she sensed a bit of apprehension in Sheena as she removed her sweater.Maybe she would be more relaxed in the bedroom?she thought.“Come,” she said picking up her clothing from the floor and taking Sheena’s hand, leading her up the carpeted stairs to the bedroom above.The bedroom was a deep rich ocher, giving it a warm glowing feel. A feeling Gloria hoped would work it’s subtle effects on Sheena. She dropped the clothing on the floor, still holding her hand. She turned to her and smiled gently, her hand going to Sheena’s cheek, then her fingers going into the long black hair. She pulled her hand away, the long silky black hair sliding slowly through her fingers. She released Sheena’s hand and worked both her hands through Sheena’s hair. Her fingertips caressing her scalp, slowly she pulled her hair out again.“You have beautiful hair,” she said, her eyes shining again. “Like ravens wings…..very erotic.”She stepped close to Sheena, her cheek resting against her hair. She rubbed her face in the silky blackness, her hands unclasping her bra. She slid the bra down her arms, then pressed her own breasts against Sheena’s.“Mmmm…that feels nice,” she whispered in Sheena’s ear, as she rubbed her nipples against Sheena’s.She reached down and flipped the button loose on the pretty plaid skirt and let it fall to the floor at Sheena’s feet. She kneeled before Sheena and unlaced the Doc Martin’s slowly. She was enjoying this undressing. She slipped the boots off her feet and set them beside the bed along with the skirt. She reached up and curled her long nails in the waistband of the black tights, slowly working them down Sheena’s legs. As she pulled the tights down, she got a scent of Sheena’s arousal. She slipped the tights fully off the legs and feet, still kneeling before her. Her hands slowly worked their way up the backs of Sheena’s legs. She kissed her belly just above her panties, then kissed her way up her body until she was standing again. She gently pushed her back until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed forcing her to sit. Gloria stepped back a couple of steps, smiling down at her.Gloria ran her hands up her sides, up under her breasts as she stood before Sheena. She slowly caressed herself as she watched her. She moved her body to a slow rhythm she heard in her own mind. She unbuttoned the brass button on the front of her Levi’s, slowly creeping the zipper down, her hips moving from side to side, never taking her eyes off Sheena’s. She slipped the denim over her hips and butt, sliding it down her soft legs. She stepped on one leg. raising the other out of the pants, then kicking the Levi’s free of her foot. She stood in front of Sheena in only her white lace panties. She leaned down, placing her hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly stood back up, her nails tracing along the skin of her legs. She left one hand on her crotch, a finger tracing along the slit beneath the fabric. Her other hand again caressing her breast.She laughed at herself and the naughty thing she was doing in front of this sweet naïve girl. She stepped between Sheena’s knees holding her face in her hands. She leaned down and kissed those tempting burgundy lips.“Would you like to take my panties off honey,” she whispered into Sheena’s mouth. SheenaAs Sheena watched Gloria strip, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She wanted to see Gloria naked. She waned to see all of Gloria.Gloria stepped over to where Sheena was and leaned in to kiss her. Sheena, now comfortable with kissing Gloria, opened her mouth and ravenously kissed back.“Would you like to take my panties off honey,” she whispered into Sheena’s mouth. Sheena bit her lip and nodded.Gloria stood up. Sheena hooked her fingers around the waistband of her pantie, pulled them down, and watched them drop to Gloria’s ankle. Gloria demurely stepped out of them.Sheena’s eyes were transfixed on Gloria’s pussy. She was positive she had never seen anything so beautiful before. Gloria’s arousal was evident in the swollenness of her labia, and the shimmer and glisten between those lips.Sheena wanted to see, and touch Gloria’s most intimate places.“I’ve never done this before Gloria,” Sheena said. Looking up into Gloria’s face. Gloria smiled down at her radiantly, reassuringly.Sheena reached out her hand and touched between Gloria’s legs. At first her hand fingers searched out her clit. Once she found it she began to softly rub it with her fingers. As she did this she noticed Gloria’s breathing had quickened. Still massaging her nub, Sheena looked up at Gloria, and saw she had her head thrown back, her back was arched, and she was pinching her nipples.Reassured Sheena glanced down again at Gloria’s pussy. She stopped massaging Gloria’s clit, and moved her fingers further between her legs. Her skin was so soft, and felt so tender. Her eyes followed her fingers as she traced them over the delicate folds of skin. She wanted to know every inch of Gloria’s body.As she slid her finger to Gloria’s hole, she was amazed at the wetness she found there. She spread apart Gloria’s lips and circled her finger around Gloria’s hole.Gloria breathed in sharply.“Yes, Sheena, that’s it, finger me” Sheena heard Gloria whisper down to her.Sheena slid one finger up into Gloria, and felt her shiver. She reached her finger up inside Gloria, soaking up everything she was feeling. The muscle wall was so soft, so wet, so tight. She curled her finger, and pressed against the walls of Gloria’s pussy. Gloria moaned in response.Sheens slid her finger out of her pussy, and then slid two fingers back in. Again. Gloria moaned. In and out Sheena continued to finger fuck Gloria until Gloria’s legs were shaking, and her juice was flowing freely down Sheena’s arm.Sheena withdrew her dripping fingers from Gloria and brought them to her mouth. As Gloria opened her eyes and looked down at Sheena, Sheena licked Gloria’s juice off her fingers.Sheena was surprised to realize that Gloria tasted different than herself. She hadn’t expected that. But she tasted pleasant, and Sheena felt herself wanting more.“Gloria, I want to taste you” Sheena said, looking up at her.“Oh God Sheena, I would love for you to taste me sweetie,” Gloria said, touching her fingers to Sheena’s cheek.With the grace of a cat, Gloria, slid onto the bed. She laid on her back, and motioned with her finger for Sheena to follow.Sheena crawled on her hands and knees and lowered herself between Gloria’s luxuriously long legs.In a tender gesture, Gloria swept Sheena’s hair away from her face, and held the long strands behind her head.Sheena wrapped her hands around Gloria’s hips cupping her firm ass in her hands, and pulling Gloria’s hips into her face. She inhaled deeply, and was aroused by Gloria’s sweet musky scent.She timidly extended her tongue and started to lick Gloria. She lapped up the juice spread all over Gloria's intimates. She slid her tongue in and out of her hole, loving the feeling of Gloria squirming in pleasure on her face. She then licked her way up to Gloria’s clit and began to suck on her pleasure nub. Her fingers returned to sliding in and out of her hole. Gloria was moaning loud now and writhing in ecstasy.“Oh God Sheena, it feels so good. So good,” Sheena heard Gloria moan, which encouraged her to more frantically suck and finger Gloria.“I’m cumming..oh God…I’m cumming”When Gloria had stopped moving her hips, and her breathing became more even, Sheena stopped.She looked up at Gloria, and slid her body up on top of hers. She laid her head on her shoulder and looking up at her asked,“Did I do okay? Did you like that?” Uh yep! GloriaGloria loved the way Sheena nodded then bit her lip, she seemed so innocent in her curiosity, yet so eager to continue. Gloria’s panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. This was a moment to truth. Would Sheena balk now, or would her curiosity carry her on?“I’ve never done this before Gloria,” Sheena said, looking up at her.Gloria merely smiled back at her, willing her continue. Gloria’s hands rested at the top of her naked thighs, the fingers spread as if presenting herself to Sheena. Time slowed as she watched Sheena’s hand reached forward, and then a finger found her clit. She panted quietly as she slid her hands up her belly, up to her breasts. She spread her legs a little wider, opening herself, presenting herself to Sheena. Her eyes closed and her breathing become faster as Sheena’s fingers worked their sweet magic on her clit.Yes, that it….just like you’d do it yourself.Gloria’s head went back as she arched her body forward, her fingers found her hard nipples. She gasped as she felt the probing finger searching her opening.“Yes, Sheena, that’s it, finger me,” Gloria whispered softly as she felt Sheena’s finger enter her.As inexperienced as Sheena may have been at lesbian sex, she instinctively knew her way around the inside of a woman’s pussy, she knew what a woman needed and wanted. She slipped a second finger into Gloria caressing the inners walls, causing Gloria’s juices to flow even more. When her fingers slipped out of her, Gloria looked down at Sheena, a bit disappointed, until she saw Sheena taste the wetness on her fingers.“Gloria, I want to taste you,” Sheena said, looking up at her.“Oh God Sheena, I would love for you to taste me sweetie,” Gloria said, touching her fingers to Sheena’s cheek.Gloria moved past Sheena and onto the bed, her hair splayed across the pillow, one knee up she motioned to Sheena with a curled finger. Sheena crawled between Gloria’s legs, eyeing the sweet pleasures that awaited her. Gloria swept her long dark hair aside and held it so she could watch Sheena’s face. Gloria smiled reassuring at her when she looked up, timid and unsure exactly what to do.She knows what to do.Gloria thought to herself.Every woman knows what to do.And it seemed that Sheena did know what to do, as her tongue worked it’s delicate magic on Gloria’s pussy. She moved up to her clit, sucking it gently at first, as her fingers slid in and out of Gloria’s wet hole.“Oh God Sheena,…it….it feels so good…..So good,” Gloria moaned as she thrust her hips to meet the probing fingers. “I’m cumming….Oh God….I’m cumming,” Gloria gasped as her body tensed and a hot flush swept across her skin.As Gloria’s breathing even, she was aware of Sheena moving up her body, laying her head on her shoulder.“Did I do okay?” Sheena asked, “Did you like that?”Gloria brought her hand up, her fingers playing with Sheena’s beautiful, wet shiny burgundy lips.“Oh yes baby…..you did wonderful,” she cooed. “I knew you would…from the moment I first saw you…..I knew I wanted these sweet beautiful lips on me.”Gloria bent and sucked Sheena’s bottom lip into her mouth, sucking it gently, her tongue running across the soft skin. She wrapped her legs around Sheena’s as they lay there, her hands stroking Sheena’s back and soft butt. She released her lip and let her mouth cover Sheena’s, there tongues meeting and caressing one another. Gloria rolled Sheena onto her back and pushed away from her. She unlocked her legs and knelt beside her new lover. Slowly her hand traveled down Sheena’s body, over her belly to cover her swollen mons. She curled a finger and entered Sheena’s wet pussy, her mouth descending to suck a hard nipple.Slowly she moved her finger in Sheena’s pussy, then she inserted a second finger as she sucked the other nipple. Her thumb began to rub across the pearly nub as she fingered her wet slit. Then she moved a third finger into Sheena’s flowing pussy, her thumb never leaving her clit. Sheena’s knees parted wider as her breathing increased.“Yes….yes,” she panted, “do that….do it faster….Oh God that feels so good…..Oh fuck yes….Oh God….make me cum…..I’m going to cum…..make me cum….make me cum!”Sheena’s hips rose entirely off the bed as the orgasm rocked her body. Gloria continued to finger her pussy faster, her thumb still rubbing the pearly nub. She smiled down at Sheena as she brought her to her climax, but she did not slow. Faster her fingers moved inside her sopping pussy, heightening the pleasure. Sheena’s fingers clutched at the sheets, her feet flat as she pushed her entire body off the bed.“Oh…..fuck,” she wailed as her body was racked with wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.Gloria stopped her finger action, letting Sheena relax back on the bed, slowly withdrawing her fingers and gently caressing the slick folds of Sheena’s pussy.“Did I do okay? Did you like that?” Gloria repeated Sheena’s words, giggling as she said them. “Oh honey, you were wonderful….thank you for letting me do that,” she added seriously, bending to kiss Sheena once again. Would you like to spend the night…..I’d really like to sleep with you….and wake with you in my arms….please say yes….please.” Sheena“Oh yes baby…..you did wonderful,” she cooed. “I knew you would…from the moment I first saw you…..I knew I wanted these sweet beautiful lips on me.”Sheena just beamed hearing Gloria’s praise. And then Sheena felt Gloria’s hand touching, kneading, and caressing her. Gloria’s soft mouth was pulling on her nipples, causing her to shiver in delight.She slid a finger into Sheena’s quim, and her thumb began to caress Sheena’s clit. Sheena began to rotate her hips encouraging Gloria’s finger-fucking. Sheena began to moan, softly at first, and then louder.“Yes….yes,” she panted, “do that….do it faster….Oh God that feels so good…..Oh fuck yes….Oh God….make me cum…..I’m going to cum…..make me cum….make me cum!”Her climax erupted in the core of her being, waves of pleasure rippled across her body. Sheena crumpled exhausted on top of Gloria.Sheena couldn’t believe that she had cum so quickly, so soon. Gloria had coaxed an orgasm from her so easily, so effortlessly. Sheena was amazed at how right this all felt.“Did I do okay? Did you like that?” Gloria repeated Sheena’s words, giggling as she said them. “Oh honey, you were wonderful….thank you for letting me do that,” she added seriously, bending to kiss Sheena once again. Would you like to spend the night…..I’d really like to sleep with you….and wake with you in my arms….please say yes….please.”“Do you mean it? I can stay?” asked Sheena. She could tell by looking in Gloria’s eyes that this was the truth. That Gloria wanted her to spend the night.“I…I…um…can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be,” She placed her lips to Gloria’s mouth and gave her a long soft kiss.As they parted the two women snuggled comfortably into each other’s arms. Sheena felt so safe and so comfortable here in Gloria’s embrace. She soon slipped into a pleasant sleep.That night was the first night in a very long time that Sheena slept peacefully through the night, not an anxious thought or image fluttered across her sub conscious all night long.Sheena’s eyes fluttered opened, and the first image she saw on this bright new day was Gloria, awashed in golden morning light pouring in from the bedroom window, setting her aglow.Sheena laid there in awe of Gloria’s celestial beauty…She looks like an angelthought Sheena.Gloria’s face was so relaxed, so innocent as she slumbered. The sheet had slipped way from her body, exposing her creamy white skin to Sheena’s awe-struck eyes.I need to capture thisthought Sheena, as she slipped out from the covers, and walked over to her bag. She grabbed her Nikon, which was already loaded with black and white film, and equipped with her telephoto lens. She stood in the doorway and zoomed in on Gloria.Click…click…click…Gloria shot one shot after another, moving around the room.God she is perfection from every angle, from every vantage point.Sheena stepped again and the wood floor beneath her feet creaked. Gloria’s eyes fluttered opened. A smile immediately adorned her face.Click…Sheena took one last shot.“Good morning,” she said lowering her camera. “You just looked so beautiful lying there. I just had to take your picture. You looked so…so angelic. I hope you don’t mind” Sheena said placing her camera down on the hope chest at the foot of the bed.“Come back to bed sweetie,” Gloria purred, her face aglow from with in.Sheena, slipped back under the covers, and slid up against Gloria. Gloria leaned over and kissed Sheena on the forehead.“You’re my angel” Sheena whispered, gazing into Gloria’s sleepy eyes. "I'm sure of that. My own guardian angel here on earth". Gloria“Do you need guarding,” Gloria whispered back, wondering. She reached up, her fingers tenderly stroking Sheena’s cheek, her eyes dropping to those beautiful, erotic lips, her head turning slightly, exposing her fragile neck.Or is it I that needs guarding….bite me oh sweet creature of the night…taste my blood…take me…make me yours,her sleepy mind indulging her private fantasy.“Yes, maybe so,” her words carrying a hidden double meaning. They lay there looking at each other, Gloria’s fingers moving to Sheena’s lips. She traced the outline, the tip of her finger caressing the tender soft flesh of Sheena’s mouth. She pulled the bottom lip down, exposing the pink inside, her finger dabbing at the wetness she found. Gloria brought her finger to her own mouth, her lips tasting the wetness as she rubbed the saliva across them. Her eyes open, looking into Sheena’s, she leaned closer, her tongue following the trail her finger had explored. She sucked the bottom lip into her mouth, her eyes closing slowly, then reopening as she suckled on her desire, her sweet fantasy.She rolled over on top of Sheena, her naked body pressed the length of Sheena’s, her legs locking around hers. Her pelvis gently humping against Sheena’s, she could feel the fullness in her bladder. Propped on her elbows, she brushed a stray hair from Sheena’s face.“I love to make love in the mornings…before I am really awake. You know…when your mind is still kinda dreamy,” She said smiling down at Sheena. “Go back to dreaming baby…let your mind go while I make love to you,” her voice a bare whisper. “I’m going to fuck you…fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your whole life.”Then she paused, her eyes becoming a question, the question pursed on her lips.“Do you really think I’m beautiful,” she asked, her voice a whisper.“Yes,” Sheena replied, “a beautiful sweet angel.”“I think your beautiful too,” Gloria said, her words sliding into Sheena’s mouth as their lips met.My beautiful dark sweet angel of the night,she thought as her tongue traced the edge of Sheena’s teeth, searching, hoping for the dangerous, sharp points, she knew weren’t there.Her tongue pushed into Sheena’s mouth, tenderly probing, twisting, twirling around hers. Sheena’s arms coming up to hold her, to pull her down, to embrace and hold her. Her mouth pressed tight, her hips beginning to press harder against Sheena’s. The kiss was long and deep, filled with passion, with desire, of wanting.“Oh god…you take my breath away,” she panted pulling away.She moved down Sheena’s body, kissing her neck, before moving down to her breasts. Gloria nuzzled between Sheena’s breast, her cheeks rubbing against the firm soft flesh. She held one breast, her fingers squeezing, caressing the plump mound, while her mouth sought the nipple of the other. Her tongue toying with it, leaving it wet and hard, her lips sucking it gently. Her finger and thumb squeezing the other into hardness. She rolled the nipple between her teeth, biting it, causing Sheena to gasp with pleasure. She moved farther down Sheena’s body, kissing her belly, her tongue playfully darting into her bellybutton, before moving yet lower.Her eyes closed as she inhaled the heady aroma of Sheena’s arousal. She kissed the top of her pussy, her tongue sliding across the nub poking out from between the tender folds. Her fingers lightly touching the wet slit. Then she pushed Sheena’s legs apart wide, exposing all of her. She smiled up at Sheena, taking her own breast in her hand. She leaned close to Sheena’s pussy as she began to rub her nipple against her pussy. She pressed her breast tight against the slit, the nipple parting the wet lips. She moaned as Sheena’s juices coated her nipple. As the nipple harden she moved it up to Sheena’s clit, rubbing the harden nipple against it. Sheena looked down at her, gasping with the sensation.“Oh sweetie…that feels so good,” she panted, her fingers squeezing her own nipples.Gloria alternated her breasts, first pressing one to Sheena’s wet pussy, then the other until they both were wet with Sheena. Sheena’s hips moved with Gloria’s stroking, her panting increasing. The Gloria stopped, pushing up to her knees she looked down at Sheena, smiling. She leaned back on her hand her lower body moving forward, one leg moving under Sheena’s, her other sliding over the top of Sheena’s belly. She looked down at Sheena again as she pressed her own pussy against Sheena’s.“Oh god,” she moaned as her pussy contacted Sheena’s. “God I love this.”Her hips started the move against Sheena’s as she fucked her, holding herself up to watch her face. She could feel the fullness in her bladder getting worse as she worked her hips faster, the sensation was incredible. She reached down, her hand grabbing Sheena’s, their fingers entwining as their hips worked against the others, their pussy sliding together. Their moans filled the bedroom along with the squishing sound of their sex play. Gloria held her bladder, the pain was exquisite, as her clit searched for Sheena’s, she was so close to cumming.“I’m so close baby…cum with me…I’m so fucking close,” she panted, her pussy crushed against Sheena’s. “Cum with me…cum in my pussy baby…cum in me.”Gloria jerked as her orgasm rocked her, her muscles strained in her legs as she held herself tight against Sheena, her juices flowing out and over Sheena.“Oooohhhhh goooood…oh my fucking goooood,” she panted as she came in Sheena’s pussy.She held herself tight against Sheena, her breathing quick and short as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Her knuckles white as she held Sheena’s hand.“Oh god,” she panted, “I have to good pee so bad!”She released Sheena’s hand, untangling her legs, she scrambled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Her orgasm still washing over her as she held her hand between her legs, laughing as she ran. Sheena“Oh god,” she panted, “I have to go pee so bad!”Sheena couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Gloria jump from the bed, and run from the room. Her hands were between her legs, and her giggle followed her into the bathroom.Sheena laid there feeling something she had never felt before...happy. Sheena heard Gloria’s infectious laugh drift from the bathroom, and found herself again giggling. She had only heard Gloria’s laugh a few times and she already couldn’t imagine a life void of it. The intensity of her feeling shocked her, and she gasped involuntarily.“I’m falling for this woman” her mind voiced what was secretly in her heart, and she knew it was true. And the fall for Sheena was pure ecstasy.Every night the women met, every night they made their way to Gloria’s town home, or Sheena’s apartment, where, in a flurry of caresses and kisses, they sated their need for each other. And each morning they would awake, cuddled in each other’s arms. Their morning kiss would lead to more intimate kissing, of a kind Sheena found she could not live without. Gloria showed Sheena a world of female intimacy and love she didn’t know had existed.Yet despite, the intense feelings Sheena knew she had for Gloria, she hadn’t been honestly and plainly able to state them. And to be honest she wasn’t sure how to. Sheena decided she would do something special for Gloria, something to let her know how much Sheena cared for her, and valued her as part of her life.When she met Gloria at the diner, which had become their regular lunch spot, her plan came into motion. She asked Gloria to meet her at the university’s exhibit hall that evening at 7:00. She said there was a wonderful photography collection being shown, and she wanted to see it. She then thought they could grab a late dinner afterwards.As always Gloria readily agreed. Gloria seemed to love art as much as Sheena, and was willing to allow Sheena to play the teacher in this.Sheena waited outside the exhibit hall, fidgeting in anticipation. She was dressed up tonight, wearing a black long-sleeve, knee length, dress. Her tights were black, and her black leather, mid-calf, boots had a square heel. She was bundled in a charcoal-gray sweater. Before coming out she had reapplied her lipstick…Red Drama…this was Gloria’s favorite. Sheena smiled thinking how Gloria always stared transfixed at her dark burgundy lips whenever she wore this shade.“Sheena, Sheena” Sheena glanced up to see Gloria walking over. Gloria walked with the confidence and grace of a woman who could rule the world, and Sheena smiled knowing that Gloria ruled, at the very least, her heart.“Oh Gloria, I’m so glad you made it. Come in, lets get you inside where it is warm.”The two women entered the exhibit hall, and were handed a program explaining what the exhibit was about.Gloria looked up at Sheena her eyes wide “Oh my god…Sheena you didn’t tell me your work was being shown.”“I know…I wanted it to be a surprise” Sheena said, pleased at Gloria’s reaction.“Come, I’ll show you. Close your eyes”. Sheena took Gloria by the hand and led her through the main hall to one of the small side rooms where her photographs hung. She guided her to the center of the room.“Can I open my eyes yet? This is killing me Sheena,” Gloria laughed.“Not yet. Not yet. Okay…open them…open them now” Sheena said. She stood watching Gloria’s face. The smile that was lighting up Gloria’s face registered the display, and was momentarily replaced by a look of shock. Her eye met Sheena’s.“Is that? That’s…oh my god…it’s…” her voice faded off as she began to circle the room.“It’s calledThe Angel that Answered My Prayers. And it’s true Gloria…you’ve..I don’t know how to say this…but…you…you have changed my life” Sheena managed to say it…finally. She felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders.But Gloria didn’t answer…she just stood there her eyes scanning the pictures of her sleeping on their first morning, her eating at the dinner, pictures of the two of them, taken with the self timer in the park, at the record store, everywhere.Sheena stomach did a flip-flop. Oh god…what if she doesn’t like it? What if she doesn’t feel the same way?Gloria’s eyes met Sheena’s and Sheena was surprised at the emotion she saw reflected in them. Gloria“Oh Gloria, I’m so glad you made it.” Gloria heard Sheena call, as she walked up to her, reaching out and touching her arm gently. “Come in, let’s get you inside where it is warm.” Sheena added.Gloria hated the cold, but she minded it less this winter. She loved waking in the mornings with Sheena’s soft warm body next to hers.As they entered the hall Gloria was astounded. “Oh my god…Sheena you didn’t tell me your work was being shown.”“I know…I wanted it to be a surprise,” Sheena said. “Come, I’ll show you. Close your eyes.”Gloria took Sheena’s hand and let her lead her to the next gallery.“Can I open my eyes yet? This is killing me Sheena,” Gloria laughed. The anticipation was overwhelming.“Not yet. Not yet. Okay…open them…open them now” Sheena said.“Is that? That’s…oh my god…it’s…” her voice fading off.Gloria couldn’t believe her eyes, they were all of her, in her most intimate moments. She felt a blush as she looked at herself a sleep. She remembered Sheena taking it, it had been their first morning together. She looked around quickly, wondering if anyone would recognize her.“It’s called The Angel that Answered My Prayers. And its true Gloria…you’ve. I don’t know how to say this…but…you…you have changed my life”There were pictures of them together, at the park, everything, and everywhere. She even had the one with the breakfast milk dribbling down her chin. She laughed when she saw it, her hand coming to her mouth, in a mock attempt to wipe the milk away. She turned to Sheena, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness, surprise, and joy. She slipped her arms around Sheena, hugging her close.“They’re beautiful baby,….I don’t mean me, but the pictures are beautiful,” Gloria said as she held her tight. “The way you took them…I mean,…oh I don’t know how to say it,” she said frustrated.Gloria knew what she saw, she just couldn’t put it in words. Sheena had captured a shared passion they had for each other, and something deeper, something more profound. Then it came to her, gently she pressed her mouth to Sheena’s. In the middle of the gallery for the entire world to see, because she didn’t care what anyone thought, she knew this was right. The kiss was sweet and gentle, yet filled with passion. She pulled back from Sheena, her eyes brimming with joy.“I love you baby,” she said as she looked in Sheena’s eyes. “I love you very much,…you’re my angel.” Her hand coming up to stroke Sheena’s beautiful dark hair.She had said it, she had said what Sheena had captured in her photographs, she felt it in her heart. But now that she had said it, where did they go from here?Sheena reached up and took Gloria’s hand and pressed it to her mouth, her dark eyes staring in Gloria’s.“You’ve changed my life Gloria,” she said, “you’ve changed it in ways I didn’t know were possible. And….and I think I love you too. No…I know I do,” she smiled, her arms going around Gloria’s neck.They held each other for a long time, until Gloria noticed people staring at them. She didn’t care if they stared, but maybe there was a better place to share this love. She gently peeled Sheena off her, kissing her quickly a couple of times.“People are staring,” she whispered. “Let’s go look at the other photographs, then get out of here.”She slipped her hand into Sheena’s their fingers intertwining, as they walked through the gallery, looking at the rest of the photographs. Gloria thought the rest of the photographs were just as beautiful as the ones of herself and Sheena. She knew Sheena had a great talent and would try to help her anyway she could to achieve her goals.“Oh god it’s cold,” Gloria said as they stepped out of the exhibition hall and headed for the car.The giggled as they ran across the parking lot to the car. Gloria started it and let it run to warm up. She leaned across and pulled Sheena to her, their lips meeting in a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues fighting and playing with each other. Gloria slipped her hand inside Sheena’s coat to hold her small breast as they kissed.“Let’s go home,” Sheena panted, “let’s go home and make love.”Home,thought Gloria,who’s home, mine or yours?It was at that moment she knew she wanted Sheena to move in with her, to be with her all the time. She wanted to tell her, but she thought she would wait for a better time.“But I’m buying dinner. Aren’t you hunger? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”“Yeah,” Sheena said a little sheepishly, “I am hunger. Sorry.”“Don’t be sorry baby, we have the rest of our lives to make love,” Gloria said as she settled back in her seat, putting the car in gear.“Mmm, that sounds nice. The rest of our lives.”“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight,” Gloria asked.“No,” Sheena replied, feigning disappointment.“Well you do, that black dress looks gorgeous on you.”“Thanks, I didn’t think you noticed,” Sheena said smiling.“I always notice honey, always,” Gloria said, smiling back.They both ate Italian attheirrestaurant, with a small salad and a glass of Chianti. Gloria told her how marvelous her photographs were again, and that she would do whatever she could to help her in any way she could. They braved the cold once again and made it back to Gloria’s. They tossed their coats across the chair and Gloria turned on the CD player, something slow and sensuous. She didn’t turn on the lights just the table lamp by the door. As the music started she stepped up to Sheena, taking her in her arms and began to move with her. It wasn’t so much a dance as a slow teasing undressing.She lifted the gray sweater over her head, tossing it along with the coasts, then lowered the zipper at Sheena’s back, kissing her neck, her face as she did. Slowly she pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms, tugging at the long sleeves. She slid it down her body, letting Sheena step out of it, and tossed it with the sweater. She let Sheena unbutton her cotton blouse, then their arms went around each other again, as they swayed to the music, bra straps coming undone almost simultaneously. Gloria’s hands slipped into the waistband of the black tights and she kissed her way down Sheena’s body as she lowered the tights to the floor, pulling them off her feet. Her nails hooked the elastic on Sheena’s panties and she drew them down as well. She kissed her navel and moved back up her body, stopping to suck a hard nipple into her mouth. Sheena undid the button at her hip and lowered the zipper, letting the skirt fall to the floor.Gloria shivered as Sheena lowered her floral silk panties, she loved this game, this sweet sexy game of undressing each other. It was always a prelude to things to come, and she reveled in it. Sheena knelt in front of her, the silk wrapped around her fingers as she ran it along the front of Gloria’s thighs. Her face pressed to Gloria’s lower abdomen, her breath hot on her skin. Gloria’s head went back and she moaned softly. She let Sheena’s fingers play over her skin until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled her up, pressing her mouth to hers, their tongues fighting for dominance, their hands roaming. Gloria gasped as she pulled away, taking Sheena’s hand and leading her to the bedroom. She quickly pulled the bed back and they slipped, together onto the perfume scented sheets.Their passion was heated, as the rolled around on the bed, their lips searching for places of pleasure. Sheena’s long dark hair was electric as it tickled Gloria’s nipples. She pushed Sheena onto her back and held her down, one hand going between her legs, her fingers entering her wet pussy. She straddled Sheena’s slender leg, her own pussy pressed against the soft flesh. Her fingers worked inside Sheena’s wetness, searching for that special spot of pleasure. Her own hips moving as she pressed herself tight against Sheena’s thigh. She stared down at Sheena’s lips, her own parted as she panted. She lowered her face toward Sheena’s, but as their lips were about to meet, she turned aside, exposing he neck to Sheena’s mouth.“Bite me,” she whispered, “bite my neck.”Gloria felt Sheena’s lips press against her neck, and then the sweet pleasure of her teeth as she nipped at the tender flesh. It was not a hard bite, the kind to draw blood, but it was hard enough to leave teeth marks. Waves of pleasure rolled through Gloria as her orgasm came, her pussy pressed tightly against Sheena’s leg. Her hand held firmly against Sheena’s pussy, the fingers inside and her hand curled up to press against her clit.“Ooooh god…ooh god…I love you,” she panted. “Cum with me…oh god…cum with me…cum with me.” Sheena“Ooooh god…ooh god…I love you,” Gloria panted. “Cum with me…oh god…cum with me…cum with me.”Hearing Gloria in this state of arousal, confessing her love, sent Sheena over the edge. Sheena bucked her hips on Gloria’s fingers, delighting in the sensation of her fingers inside her cunt and the massaging of her clit. They came in unison, Gloria’s pussy sliding up and down Sheena’s thigh, her juices pouring down Sheena’s leg.Gloria descended from her ecstatic orgasm and collapsed on top of Sheena. Sheena laid on the bed, and look up into Gloria’s clear eyes.“Oh God I love you Gloria, with every ounce of my being.”She reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Gloria’s ear. Her hand then slid behind Gloria’s head and she pulled her into a kiss. She felt Gloria’s soft, wet, mouth against her own, and slid her tongue between those succulent lips. Gloria parted her mouth and let Sheena explore her mouth with her tongue. Sheena could taste Gloria’s breath, and it vaguely reminded her of strawberries. Gloria relaxed more fully on top of Sheena, so Sheena felt Gloria’s plump breasts against her own chest, and felt the tickle of Gloria’s pubic hair against her thigh.All of these sensations quicken Sheena’s blood, so she became aware of her desire for Gloria igniting again. She rolled Gloria over so she was on top, and kissed her hard, while squeezing her tits in her hand. She could feel Gloria squirming underneath her and she knew Gloria was getting aroused again too. One hand left Gloria’s breast and slid between her legs. Gloria’s pussy was wet from her recent orgasm, and Sheena felt her fingers glide easily into her hole.In and out she fingered Gloria, until Gloria was panting, moaning and squirming underneath her. Sheena felt that Gloria was ready for what she had planned next. She slowly slid her fingers from Sheena’s legs. She bent down to her ear and whispered, “I’ll be right back, stay here”.Sheena then eased herself from the bed and grabbed her bag, which was sitting on the floor. She slung it over her shoulder and walked back to the bed. From within it she withdrew a long silky scarf.“Come here sweetie, sit up.” Sheena said to Gloria, noting the interest and excitement in her eyes. Sheena tied the scarf around her eyes, obscuring Gloria’s sight.“Lay back down, good”. Now that Gloria’s eyes were covered, Sheena reached into her bag and took out a couple more things, laying them on the bed beside her.Gloria giggled nervously as she laid on the bed. “Aren’t you feeling mischievous tonight?”“MMMM-HM” was all Sheena replied, as she picked up the first item, Raspberry Kama-Sutra massage oil. She uncorked the bottle, and drizzled it all over Gloria’s body; up her arms, over her breasts and tummy, down her legs.“Oh God, that’s cold,” exclaimed Gloria, her body breaking out in goose bumps as the liquid hit her skin.“Don’t worry angel, I’ll warm you up, I promise,” Sheena purred as she began to rub the oil into Gloria’s skin. Sheena’s fingers massaged and her hands caressed the front of Gloria’s body. Not an inch of her body was left wanting for touch.“Turn over” Sheena instructed Gloria, once the front of her body was completely oiled down. “God you are so beautiful.”Again Sheena poured oiled over Gloria and began to rub her feet, then her calf muscles, and then her thighs. Her hands slid over Gloria’s perfect round ass, and Sheena playfully gave each cheek a smack. She giggled as Gloria gasped. Then Sheena caressed her back, her neck and arms. She leaned down on top of Gloria, swept the hair off her shoulder and playfully nibbled the side of Gloria’s exposed neck. Gloria shrieked in delight as Sheena’s teeth scraped lightly against her skin.Now that Sheena had given Gloria’s body some much-deserved attention, she was ready to focus solely on the delicacy Gloria had between her legs. Sheena lifted herself off Gloria’s warm, slick body, and grabbed the second item lying on the bed. It was her favorite latex vibrator.Sheena took it and rubbed it against Gloria’s cunt. She heard Gloria inhale sharply.“Sheen, is that what think it is?”“Yup…it’s my favorite toy. And from the looks of things you like it yourself."Looking down Sheena saw Gloria was moving her hips to and fro, enjoying the sensation of Sheena’s dildo rubbing against her pussy. And god was Gloria wet, all Sheena had to do was apply a little bit of pressure and it easily plunged into Gloria. As Sheena pushed her toy into Gloria’s dripping cunt, Gloria moaned loudly, her fingers gripped the sheets, and she stuck her ass out a little more. Sheena grabbed the bottom of the vibrator and began to fuck Gloria with it.“Oh God, Oh god…yes” Gloria moaned. Sheena, encouraged by Gloria’s moans of passion used the toy harder and deeper. Sheena was overwhelmed by lust as she watched her girlfriend, watched her love, get off on the vibrator.And then Gloria was cumming…she was panting and moaning, and squirming about the bed. Sheena watched enthralled as Gloria’s frantically peaked, and then slowly descended into the afterglow of her orgasm.She then slid along side of Gloria as Gloria turned into her. Sheena pulled the scarf from Gloria’s eyes, so that she was staring into their deep pools.“I love making you cum.” Sheena said, elated by the desire she saw staring back at her. Gloria“I love it when you make me cum,” Gloria said grinning at Sheena. “Lay on top of me, I want to ask you something.”She lay there as Sheena rolled over on top of her. The Kama-sutra oil had stained the sheets a little but that was the very least of Gloria’s worries. She wrapped her legs around Sheena’s, hooking her knees behind hers. Their bodies pressed against each other. Sheena’s long dark hair falling down enclosing their faces, behind a curtain of shiny black gossamer. Hiding their faces from the outside world, so it seemed it was just the two of them in the world. To Gloria it seemed as if Sheena’s face was the only thing that existed at the moment. She slipped her hands around Sheena’s back holding her tight.“I love you,” she whispered, “I love you more than anyone or anything in the world. I want you to move in with me.” She said looking into Sheena’s eyes.“Okay,” she said looking back at her.“I want to know that you are here waiting for me,” Gloria said adding to her argument. “If you aren’t in class or something.”Sheena realized Gloria hadn’t heard her response, a mischievous grin crossing her lips.“We could turn the spare room into your study, with a dark room and all,” Gloria continued.“And……”“You could save your money, it wouldn’t cost me anything more for you to be here.”“What else,” Sheena taunted her.“I could pick you up and drop you off at school, you wouldn’t have to ride the bus so much.”“Mmm, maybe,” Sheena said, her grin widening.“Please say yes baby, I love you so much. I want to be with you….forever. I want to be with you forever and ever.” Gloria said, her eyes pleading with Sheena.“I already said yes,” Sheena said smiling down at Gloria, “A long time ago.”“You did,” Gloria asked looking up at Sheena.“You were so busy trying to convince me, you didn’t hear.” Sheena laughed. “But it was fun to hear you convince me. Would you really let me put in a dark room?”“Why you little minx,” Gloria burst out laughing, “I’ll get you my little pretty,” she said rolling Sheena on to her back and started tickling her.Sheena fought back and they rolled around on the bed wrestling and laughing, kicking and squealing. As the rolled around on the bed, Gloria’s hand fell on the neglected latex vibrator. She picked it up and looked at it, smiling wickedly at Sheena.“My turn,” she said, waving the vibrator in front of Sheena.“But I already know how it feels,” Sheena said.“Not the way I use it,” Gloria said, her eyes full of mischief. “Now get up on your knees and you better hug a pillow, you’re going to need it.”Gloria waited for Sheena to turn around and face the head of the bed. Her long dark hair lying on the pillow she had her arms wrapped around.“By the way, I didn’t know you liked toys so much,” Gloria said. “Maybe we’ll have to go down to the Purple Orchid tomorrow and see what we can find to play with.”She ran her hand down over Sheena’s upturned butt, caressing the soft firm flesh. She clicked on the vibrator and placed it gently against Sheena’s wet clit, moving it in slow circles. Slowly she moved the vibrator up and eased it into Sheena’s wetness. She leaned down and placed soft tender kisses along Sheena’s upturned cheeks, working her way along the narrow cleft. Her tongue lightly touching the pink puckered ring she was searching for. She felt a shudder travel down Sheena’s body, and smiled as she pressed her lips tight against the opening. She twisted the vibrator around as she slipped it in and out of Sheena’s wet pussy, her tongue pushing hard against tight ring. Gloria moaned herself, as she tasted Sheena’s sweet delicacies.I know one new toy we’re going to get.she though as she gently sucked the tender opening, the whole time working the latex vibrator faster.She could her Sheena gasping as she pushed her ass back to met her mouth. Gloria knew she was also hugging the pillow hard.“God I love you,” she whispered quickly before plunging her tongue against Sheena again, alternately flicking her tongue, and sucking on the delicate opening.Gloria lost contact many times, as Sheena bucked and rolled her ass against her face, and mouth. She pressed her finger against the tight pink ring, then gently pushed it in to the second knuckle. She fingered Sheena’s ass as she worked the vibrator faster inside her sopping pussy.“Come on baby…..that’s it,” Gloria whispered as she used both hands on her lover.The idea of shopping for new toys tomorrow excited her. SheenaSheena laid in Gloria’s arms listening to her soft, slumbering breath.God I love this woman, she thought, as she nuzzled deeper into their embrace. Gloria had changed her world. She felt like she had meaning in her life now. Before Gloria, her life was an empty void. Sheena now had a reason to get up every morning.I could lose myself in this woman with no regrets.Her whole existence was becoming Gloria. Gloria dozed off thinking of how she would get to wake-up in Gloria’s arms tomorrow, and everyday after. A smile crept across her face.THE NEXT DAY“I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” Sheena said, digging in her heels in front of the door. “Gloria…I’ve never been in such a place. I just ordered mine online.”“Come on, don’t be shy,” Gloria said with a giggle, pulling on Sheena’s arm, and swinging open the heavy door.Sheena was surprised when they walked into the Purple Orchid. It was nothing like she imagined. It wasn't dark and seedy. Instead it was brightly lit, soft golden lights immediately put you at ease. The walls were painted purple. And the cashiers weren’t icky fat, hairy men, but very cute, young staff. Sheena saw the young blonde at the cash register give Gloria a big flirtatious smile and felt a little jab of jealously.Together they browsed the aisles looking at all the different toys.“You can get whatever you want angel,” Gloria whispered in Sheena's ear, as they stood gazing at the wall of toys. My hand reached for the Butterfly, the little latex clit stimulator. It had a remote control. Sheena thought how fun it would be to pleasure Gloria with it and dropped it into the basket with a smile.Next Sheena spied the strap-ons. Her pussy started to moisten at the thought of Gloria using that on her. She had been amazed last night when Gloria had brought her to orgasm with her vibrator. It was the only time she had ever cum through penetration, and she hoped with the strap on it wouldn’t be her last. Together the women looked at all of them and picked out one that had a nice center strap designed to stimulate the wearer’s pussy.Sheena felt good about the things she had picked out. “What about your Gloria? What toys do you want?” She asked curious to find out what fun Glroia had in mind for her. A glitch, reposting. Gloria tried to maintain some bit of decorum as she and Sheena browsed the store, but as she looked at the various devices the more awed she became with the world of plastic and latex.“My god Sheena,” she gasped as she read the label, “look at this.”Double Dong with Harness’IvoryThis’ is the ultimate strap-on device. The latex double dong with harness is adjustable. This strap-on will bring total pleasure to both you and your partner.She nodded her head as she dropped it in the basket along with Sheena’s toy, then continued looking.The AccommodatorThe Sensation of oral sex will never be the same with the Accommodator around. This pliable latex dong, that comfortably straps on your head, frees you up to use your hands and tongue to its greatest potential, bringing your partner to the state of ecstasy and orgasmic bliss.Her eyes wide in disbelief as she read this package label. “Oh my god, a chin dick,” she laughed. “Orgasmic bliss,” a glint of mischievous humor in her eyes. She dropped this one in the basket also. They continued looking, walking down the aisle giggling like school girls.“Oh, and this one is a must,” she said picking up the next one, reading it quickly..Leather Ring Harness with DildoSaddle up with the leather Ring Harness. Slip the sculpted, full bodied, high quality rubber 6” dong into the contoured leather harness with the heavy-duty steel ring. Fine-tune your fit with the adjustable waist and leg straps. For variety slip any compatible vibrator or dong into this harness. The Leather Ring Harness will match your stride.“Of course we may have to come back sometime, just for the ‘variety’, So saddle up cowgirl,” she giggled as she dropped it in the basket.She didn’t even read the details on the next one, the bold type at the top was all she needed to know. She just dropped it in with the others.18" Veined Double DongGloria thought they had seen about everything that might interest them until they came to the end of the aisle, her eyes widened once again. “Butt plugs, of course, how could I not think of these,” she whispered quietly.They stood there looking at all the options, reading quickly.“This one,” Sheena whispered, “you can penetrate my dynasties.”“Huh”“Read it,” Sheena said handing her the box.Clear Butt Plug. A 5" cone shaped clear beauty with standing base. This smooth, chic delight will penetrate your dynasties in the softest way but its up to your imagination and intensity to rule your destiny.“Penetrate your dynasties?,” she read aloud. “Well, maybe I’ll just drop the ‘dy’ and penetrate your ‘nasties’ instead,” she replied with mock seriousness.“Mmmmm anytime,” Sheena cooed pressing herself next to Gloria.Gloria kissed her quickly. “Let’s get out of here and go try some of these toys out, okay.”“Right behind you,” Sheena said taking her hand as they walked to the counter.They stood there silently as the young man behind the counter scanned each bar code. When he was done he looked right at Gloria.“Will that be latex or cash........I mean plastic or cash,” he smirked.Gloria blushed deeply as she handed him her MasterCard. She heard Sheena giggle quietly beside her. She signed the receipt while Sheena took the bag of toys.“Thanks,” she said to the man, without looking up at him, then turned toward the exit.“Oh no, thank you,” he said as they left the store.“Men,” she said sarcastically as they hurried to the car.Fifteen minutes later they were back home. They dumped the toys on the bed, carefully taking each out of its package.“We better wash these before we use them,” she said, collecting all the toys and heading to the bathroom. As Gloria washed them she handed them to Sheena who dried them with a towel. When they were done they laid them back on the bed, sitting there looking at them.“So which one do you want to try first,” Gloria asked as she reached over and pulled Sheena’s sweater over her head. She kissed Sheena’s beautiful dark lips. “You pick baby, I’ll do the rest.” SheenaAs Sheena and Gloria cleaned their new toys together, Sheena couldn’t help but blush at the thought of using all of these devices with Gloria. As her hands touched the toys she began to fantasize about what she would do with them and what would be done to her. As her and Gloria left the bathroom and plopped down on the bed, she was turned on beyond belief.“So which one do you want to try first? You pick baby, I’ll do the rest.” Gloria said as she reach over and slid Sheena’s sweater off. And then Sheena felt Gloria’s lips on her own. For a second Sheena was all consumed by the feel of Gloria’s lips on her, by the warm sensation of her tongue in her mouth, and by the taste of Gloria’s essence. Then Sheena remembered the toys lying beside her. She broke away from their kiss with a giggle.“I can pick anything? Really?” She asked Gloria, an ear-to-ear- grin on her face. Gloria nodded.“Well, I think….” Sheena leaned over the toys, “HHMM”, and she let her hand glide over each toy in turn, trying to determine which they should start with.She heard a sharp intake of breath from Gloria each time her hand moved over a new toy. Sheena looked up, through her dark strands of hair, at her lover. She saw that Gloria was as fidgety, antsy, and as turned on as she was. She smiled knowingly at the gorgeous woman in front of her.I’ve teased her enough, thought Sheena, as she laid her hand on the Double Dong strap-on.“I want us both to have pleasure baby,” Sheena said, placing the strap-on in front of Gloria. Then she picked up the butt plug and placed it in front of where Gloria was sitting on the bed.“Before when you licked me, and…and fingered me there, in my…,” Sheena’s voice dropped off, her face diffusing with a blush.“Well I liked that a lot Gloria. Nobody as ever loved me there. I want you to be the first,” she said. Sheena glanced up nervously at Gloria. She saw Gloria smiling at her, obviously elated. And she again felt Gloria’s soft lips on her own.Sheena kissed Gloria back, trying to communicate all her desire and want. She broke from the kiss, and began to lightly press her lips down the curve of Gloria’s neck. She could smell the scent of Gloria’s perfume and it made her stomach flutter with butterflies. When her lips reached Gloria’s collar she paused.“Take off your shirt,” Sheena said watching Gloria slide her top over her head. “And your bra.” Sheena let her eyes soak in the image of Gloria’s breasts.“Oh Gloria, I love your breasts,” Sheena whispered, cupping one in each hand. The skin was so soft, like silk on her fingertips. She squeezed them gently loving the way they felt in her hands, loving even more the way Gloria inhaled a sharp breath at her touch.Sheena lowered herself and began to rub one and then the other of Gloria’s nipples around her mouth. The skin here was as soft as the skin of Gloria’s lips. She stopped and slowly took one nipple in her mouth. Sheena sucked and tugged on it, feeling it harden and grow in her mouth. The other, neglected nipple was hardening as well, and Sheena knew that Gloria was getting more and more aroused. Once the nipple was good and hard she pressed her teeth together lightly and felt Gloria’s hand on her head, pressing her more firmly into her chest. Sheena giggled and opened her mouth releasing Gloria’s breast.“I could spend hours just loving them,” Sheena said, and she meant it. She then moved to the other breast, showering her love and attention on that one.“Take these off,” Sheena said, as she hooked her finger in the waist of Gloria’s pants. “Your panties too.”Sheena watched as Gloria unlaced her shoes, pulled off her socks and wiggled out of her bottoms. Then, Gloria looked Sheena in the eye as she slowly slid off her panties. Sheena felt a wave of desire wash over her and her own panties became wet as Gloria sat before her nude.Sheena held her hand out to her lover, “Come, kneel”.As Gloria kneeled in front of her she lowered her face between her parted legs. She inhaled deeply, delighting in Gloria’s scent. She licked Gloria’s clit and heard Gloria moan. Again she slid her tongue over Gloria’s clit, slowly this time. Again and again she did this until Gloria was wiggling her hips, and dripping wetness down her thighs. As Sheena licked Gloria her hand groped the bed, searching and then ultimately finding the double dong strap-on.She took the smaller dildo, the one fastened to the inside of the strap, the one for the wearer, and she pushed it into Gloria’s wanting hole. Gloria moaned loudly with pleasure, and Sheena smiled. Her hand worked Gloria with the dildo, as she pulled her face from between Gloria legs.“Let me secure this sweetie,” Sheena said, fastening the straps around Gloria as Gloria wiggled and moaned from the sensation now filling her.Once Gloria was all strapped in, Sheena knelt in front of her. She could feel the strap-on’s other dildo pressing again her stomach. She cupped Gloria face in her hand and kissed her hard on the mouth.“I’m all yours Gloria love,” Sheena said smiling into Gloria’s lust-filled eyes. Gloria was so hot from Sheena wonderful tonguing that she nearly came when she slipped the dildo in her and worked it back on forth.“Let me secure this sweetie,” Sheena said, as she tightened the straps. “I’m all yours Gloria love,” she added kissing her with those beautiful dark lips of hers.Gloria looked down at the cock rising from between hers legs and a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She reached down and held the cock in her hand looking at Sheena.“Suck my cock,” she said half commanding, half joking.Without hesitation Sheena leaned down and started licking and sucking the dildo. The movement of Sheena’s mouth caused the smaller dildo to move inside Gloria.“Oh my God,” she panted, “stop, I need it inside you.........now!”She pushed Sheena back on the bed, crawling between her legs. Leaning on one arm she rubbed the dildo against Sheena’s wet pussy. Slowly she pushed the dildo into her lovers’ pussy until it was all the way in. She lay down on her, her breasts pressed hard against Sheena’s. She held Sheena’s face in her hands watching her as she began to move her hips. As she pressed the dildo in, the smaller one pushed deeper into her, and when she withdrew, the smaller one withdrew. Faster she moved her hips, watching Sheena all the while. She wanted to watch her orgasm in her eyes. But she missed it as her own orgasm rocked through her.“Oh God! Oh God!” She panted.Vaguely she felt Sheena’s leg wrap around her waist and her arms pulled her tighter to her. Determined to bring Sheena to orgasm, she continued slamming her hips against her, driving the dildo deeper, faster into her beautiful young lover.“Cum with me baby, cum with me,” she panted, opening her eyes and peering into Sheena’s.“Oh....I am....I am....don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Sheena responded, clutching Gloria with her arms and legs.Gloria had no intention of stopping, not as good as this felt. She wanted to go on and on. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew there was laundry to do, grocery shopping, house cleaning, but she also knew none of that would get done this weekend. Not the way this felt, and a pile on other toys lying on the bed beside them.She felt Sheena relax under her, knowing her orgasm was lessening. She pressed her mouth to Sheena’s, her tongue dipping into her sweet mouth.“So,” she said, pushing up onto her elbows, smiling down at her lover. “That’s position number one, now lets try it with you on top.”Sheena gasped as Gloria pulled the dildo out of her with a delicious sucking sound. Gloria rolled over on the bed, lying on her back. She held the slick wet dildo in her hand grinning at Sheena.“Ready for the next position,” she asked seductively. SheenaAs Gloria pushed Sheena back on the bed, and slid in her and on top of her, Sheena couldn’t believe how heavenly it felt to have Gloria in this way. To have Gloria staring down into her eyes and to feel the softness of her breasts pressed against her own was sending Sheena to the edge of release. And then Gloria began to work her hips in a slow rhythm. The dildo that was inside Sheena slid in and out, heating the walls of her pussy. Soon her sex was hot, and tightly trying to grip the hard plastic that was fucking her. Sheena started to pant and then moan.As if sensing the increase in her desire Gloria began to quicken her pace, pushing Sheena closer and closer to her climax.“Oh....I am....I am....don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Sheena responded, clutching Gloria with her arms and legs.Harder and harder Gloria worked Sheena with her hips, until Sheena was screaming out her orgasm and clutching Gloria tightly to her body. As her orgasm began to subside Sheena felt Gloria’s soft lips on her own, and Gloria’s soft tongue in her mouth, a wonderful contrast to the hardness buried inside of her.“So,” Gloria said, pushing up onto her elbows, smiling down at her lover. “That’s position number one, now lets try it with you on top.”“Ready for the next position,” she asked seductively.Sheena stared at her wide-eyed, amazed that Gloria was ready to go another round.“HHMM…another reason why you are SO much better than a man” Sheena said, with a giggle. She straddled Gloria, and while looking her straight in the eyes she lowered herself slowing onto the cock. As Sheena took the full length of it inside her, she shivered at the sensation. She reached out her hands and cupped Gloria’s breasts. Sheena wiggled around on the dildo, feeling the fullness inside her, and delighting in the sensation of her clit rubbing against the strap between Gloria’s legs. Sheena could tell by the lustful look in Gloria’s eyes that her wiggles were working the other smaller dildo inside her lover.“Oh god…oh shit…it feels so good Gloria,” Sheena moaned.She began to bounce up and down on the strap-on riding it hard. As she lifted up her tight pussy would suck on it pulling the smaller dildo out of Gloria’s wanting hole. Then Sheena would sit down hard on the cock, pushing the dildos into her and Gloria at the same time. In unison the girls were moaning each time the dildo plunged into their depths.“I’m gonna cum…oh god Gloria…I’m gonna cum again” Sheena yelled. Sheena began to writhe and squirm in Gloria’s lap as waves of pleasure washed over her.Through the haze of her orgasm Sheena could hear Gloria panting and moaning, and soon her wiggling sent Gloria over the edge, and into an orgasm of her own.As Sheena’s orgasm subsided she opened her eyes, and continued wiggling her hips and watched Gloria ride the last waves of her orgasm. As Gloria began to relax from her orgasm Sheena laid down on top of Gloria.“Gloria, you look so beautiful when you cum” Sheena whispered into her ear.Gloria’s eyes fluttered open and she stared up into Sheena’s eyes.“I love you angel,” Gloria whispered.“I love you too,” said Sheena before pressing her lips to Gloria’s and kissing her long in deep.“Are we ready to try another toy? You pick this time” Sheena said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

The Kiss (closed)

Lust and Loathing in Las Vegas (Brazen Endeavors_Ruined Knight)

The streets were milling with people. Only moments ago had they been laughing, talking, enjoy their evening or brooding about the state of their lives. Now they screamed, faces contorted in pain and terror, wondering if they would have lives to brood over when all was said and done.She watched, jade green of eyes impossibly wide, just on the outskirts of mayhem. The figure in the midst of it looked better suited to an old black and white - muzzle of guns spitting fire, duster flared, worn cowboy hat careless over mussed hair. Worse than the devastation was the knowledge of who he was; how he felt beneath her hands, his lazy smiles and murmured encouragements in bed.She thought she loved this man."Jesse...!""Jesse!" Scream spilled from already raw throat, loud and forceful enough to cast away the remaining filaments of sleep. Bed sheets, soaked in sweats of terror, twisted haphazardly about flailing arms and legs. Breasts heaved with burgeoning sense of panic, hardly dispelled by the realization that this was merely a dream.At the very least, she stopped fighting. The young woman gave up her struggles to stare at blank ceiling, barely illuminated by the glare of street lights through dusty apartment window. She listened to the blood roaring in her ears, felt the rabbit-rapid pace of heart thrumming inside her chest. She lay, prone victim, to the memories that followed on the heels of dreams.Just let it play out, get it over with..It was the best advice she had for herself. If she went through it now, she might save herself the pain of it later, at work or at school.Remember how all those people died, how it was your fault. So many innocents, because one man couldn't stand to see you harmed. Remember why he's no good for you. Remember what you did to ensure he never, never found you again.She would never play as a bargaining chip again. Her life wasn't worth it.She should have died.Awake, she could suffer the nightmare in silence and avoid any more calls from concerned neighbors. After nearly a year, though, they hardly inquired. They were used to her nightmares, and adapted to them far better than she did. Their concern ebbed once they saw no easy resolution, once their own problems consumed their limited patience and understanding. People just didn't care as much in this sprawling city of sin.Eventually, the young woman methodically unwound stained sheets from her body and threw them aside. With heaved sigh, she rolled free of cheap double bed (no headboard) and onto her feet. Tattered stuffed duck came with her, it's once bright felt faded to dingy yellow, and was cradled to her chest in most comforting of manners. In over sized t-shirt from her alma mater, she padded from her bedroom to the small adjoining bathroom. Siggy found his usual perch atop small counter, while she stripped free of shirt and panties to shower away the perspiration now uncomfortably dried to her body.It was still dark out, and she didn't even know the time. What she did know was that any more sleep tonight was little more than fancy; the woman was awake, for better or worse, and it was for the best that she start out her day. Under the rush of forceful shower head, she forced her body to shake away discomforts of sleep with mild stretches and vigorous rubbing. Only after she felt adequately limber and clean did water cease.With no company aside from lone stuffed duck, she toweled herself dry and returned to the bedroom for a fresh set of clothes. She hardly paid attention to her wardrobe these days. Jeans faded nearly to white, a pale green Polo shirt. Yellow scrunchie twisted still damp mahogany locks loose at the base of her neck, a hopeless mess she'd brush out once it dried. Cursory glance to the cell phone she lifted provided the time. 03:12. She still had another two hours until she had to leave for work.Sighing her own disappointment that there was another two hours to kill, the woman navigated small apartment to box-like living room. Nearly a year, and she managed to put nothing more in here than two dusty second-hand recliners. Some hideous Retro floral number in the corner housed a collection of ever more stuffed ducks to overflowing, where they pooled around spindle wooden legs. Another, faded pink and partially collapsed upon it's frame, was where she sat. Nothing too sacred, not if she had to run again.Seated, the woman dragged her laptop to - where else? - her lap, and powered it on. She'd read up on the usual news, and check into any suspicious deaths of certain notoriety. Men dealing in arms, or drugs, or stolen arts, methodically killed. It was pretty damned insightful. She guessed, as of two weeks ago, that Jesse was somewhere in eastern Europe, a world away.So you're doing it, just like you said. Killing more. You heartless son-of-a-bitch. 3:35 A.M., Somewhere in Siberia.Somewhere along the frozen banks of the northern Yenisei river, a man stood staring off into the dead of night. At first glance, one might take him for perhaps lost army patrol, for he wore the arctic ghillie suit of a soviet sniper recon, down to the whited out goggles that hing about his neck. Half lidded eyes of gold lay fixed upon the starless sky, vision broken by the careless, sideswept bangs of his long, shaggy brown hair. A lit cigarette plumed thin waves of smoke into the sky, hanging from lips hidden behind an equally shaggy beard that rustled against the white leather of his gloves as he reached upwards and plucked the cancer stick from his mouth to ash it ineffectually into the river. haling the thick smoke gather in lungs, he slowly turned backwards toward the treeline, and towards the pudgy, balding figure bound and bloodied, struggling on the cold forest floor."Yuri, Yuri, Yuri... Fahnding yah was uh real fuckin chore, yanno?"The balding man shouted against his cloth gag, indignation in his wide, blue eyes."Whuts that partner? Got sumthin ta sae, do ya?Well now, that was just funny. He let out a chuckle as he ambled forward, taking a seat upon an old stump. Slight shift of weight swung his gun around, a high caliber sniper rifle, un-slinging it from his shoulder and laying across his lap like in a manner that suggested extensive ease with a firearm its size. He bent over and down, pulling the cloth gag from the old man's lips, a move that proved to immediately be a mistake."YOU FACKING AMERICAN PIECE OV SHEET. I VILL CUT OUT YOUR FACKING HEART AND FEED IT TU MY DOGS, YOU FACKING ASS-GUH!"The sound of a solid boot to the face breaking Fat Yuri's nose resounded through the forest. As his captor looked on with almost amiable nonchalance, Yuri screamed in agony, his shattered nose spurting crimson like a fountain, staining the snow with blood. Butt of cigarette found lips again for a deep drag, blowing the jet stream of smoke from his nose."You done? Ya'll Russian folks rude as a summa-bitch. Reckon its all the snow n' violent criminals walkin yer streets. Ya'll should really look into that.""Oh FAAACK. You broke my FACKING nose! Facking SWINE, du you know who I am?!? Du you know whose going to come looking for me?! When They find you, You'll wish you were FACKING DEAD. Do you hear me?!?! DEAD, YOU FACKING WHORE-SON."There was a moment of silence as the captor looked on upon the cursing Russian, his face a frothing mess of blood and spittle, and hate.No, not hate. The indignation in his eyes had been replaced by something else. Something primal and real. Something that brought a slow, but wide smile to the American's lips. Fear. He lunged, climbing atop the Battered Yuri with swiftness that belied his slow mannerisms. There was a breif flash of metal, as he pulled a knife, covering fat Yuri's mouth with his gloved hand. He stared into the man's eyes, arm raised in a stabbing motion, semi-psychotic grin upon his lips. " 'Fraid tuh die Yuri? 'Fraid tuh feel the life the life drain from yuh fucking corpse? 'Fraid tuh face what lies beyond?"Yuri was whimpering now, trembling beneath his grip, wide eyes, scream of terror muffled behind thick gloves. The American felt dampness hit his ankles and realized that the Fat Russian mobster was actually pissing himself. He laughed, his friendly southern drawl somehow hard and cold now, not so much dusty as ashen."Tha lil girl ya made me shoot in thuh face had more balls then you.The American didnt stop stabbing until blood and gore was sprawled in 360 degrees around the body, and his white Ghillie suit was useless. He left the body there, a brutal slaying in the Siberian forest wasn't uncommon. Stripping down, he bundled the clothing and tied it to the sniper rifle, hurling the tools of his trade into the freezing waters. Naked as the day he was born he made his way back to the snowmobile and changed, unrushed and at peace, despite his brutality moments ago. When he was finished, he took the extra gas tank, doused the machine, and with the remnants of his cigarette, set it ablaze. A phone rang as the flames reflected in auger orbs. Yuri's phone, snagged from the pocket of his expensive suit. He looked at the area-code."Las Angeles. Been a long time. Might as well....."With that, Jesse Murder slipped on his black stetson, frayed with the labors of the years, and turned from the blaze he had begun, marching through the snow, toward the city... The internet kept her busy, at least. Aside from international news, she kept tabs on activities around her hometown. Seeing a picture of one of her older brothers, his arm around his eldest son, next to a prize-winning chicken in the local fair, brought unexpected tears to her eyes. It had been a fair few years since seeinganyone, but now she missed whiling away Sunday evenings talking to her mama, papa, and all her brothers in turn. Even nieces and nephews popped on, eager to share their latest achievements with Aunt Duckie.At 4:30, she set aside the laptop, to fetch a county issued safety vest and choke down corn flakes from a cheap plastic bowl.At 5:00, she climbed into he rickety old Honda Accord and puttered out of the proper city of Las Vegas to a desolate highway. She joined her partner, a stout woman thirty years her senior. From passenger seat, she gathered ugly orange mesh and fitted it over her shirt. Immediately, her arms pricked with cold.Was it this cold when she left?Sylvie shook her head upon spying her younger, foolish co-worker. "Again, girl? Where is your head in the mornings?" With added cluck of tongue, the matronly woman reached inside her own truck for an oversized sweatshirt, balling the fabric to toss at the woman's chest. Duckie caught it smoothly, setting it to the roof of her car while vest was yanked overhead. She quickly donned the sweatshirt, knowing full well it belonged to Sylvie's husband, then readjust loose safety vest to fit somewhat properly over it."Thanks," the younger muttered, slamming her door shut. Keys jingled as she walked short distance to Sylvie's truck, until she managed to shove them within an oversized pocket. Now unburdened, the pair unloaded their necessary equipment and began the tedious work of surveying.She hated this job. It was far too boring, allowed her mind to work on a dozen other things. Then again, what would have occupied her mind enough? Maybe rocket science, if she had been smart enough.Hell, if she'd been smart enough, she wouldn't be hiding in Vegas.Both boon and bane was Sylvie's talkative nature and innate curiosity. While Duckie had, by necessity, become wildly inventive with her life story, she appreciated the older woman's chatter. It distracted her from her own life."You're not listening," Sylvie accused in the midst of their measurements."I am," retorted Duckie, with slightest drawl. "I just got nothin' to say."Sylvie rolled her eyes, arms crossed over impressive bosom. "Whatever you say, but you're quieter than usual. Rod giving you problems?"Duckie seized the opportunity gratefully, nodding perhaps a little too hastily. "He asked me to another show, got pretty mouthy when I turned him down. Guy doesn't know when to quit." Concern suffused Sylvie's features. "Don't pay him no mind, Janie. We all know what an ass he is."Duckie cringed and turned away, facing flat expanse of desert. She still did that when someone addressed her by her alias. Still, Janie Evans was far more common than her given name.Sylvie took the action as something else entirely and let the matter drop. She launched into a diatribe of her husband's antics after a little too much beer at their last bridge game, then puffed with pride as she circled through the subject of grandkids and prized terriers she raised.It was growing late in the afternoon when Duckie felt a familiar vibration at her hip. To the sounds of Sylvie scoffing, she dragged cell phone from her pocket and viewed the text now blazing on-screen.Suspected Russian Mobster found dead. Read the full story below.She felt an all too familiar sense of panic grip her chest and twist at her stomach. It was always like that - she'd receive a notification from the AP, something she had signed up for months ago, and react with dread at some overseas murder. Most times, it was a false alarm. It didn't concern her. Sometimes, though..."Bad news, hunny?"Sylvie drew her from that dark place inside. Storm gray of eyes regarded her blank, blinking slow. It took a half minute for her to register the question. "Yeah," she replied flatly. "Can you hit the office alone? I have to.."Sylvie awaited no proper reason, but waved her hand dismissively. "I'll pack up. Go on."Duckie offered a strained smile, then quickly turned and hurried to her car. She already hit the link on her phone, letting it load while she dug out keys and fumbled with the car door. The screen was still loading when she managed to crank the engine and peel out, towards the city and her cheap apartment just on the outskirts.Her need to know rivaled all else, though, and she screeched to a stop on the shoulder a few short miles away, once she was sure Sylvie could no longer see her. Throwing her car in park and snagging her phone, the young woman browsed initial article. Instead of expected relief, however, she felt her anxiety grow.No leads, no suspects, evidence of foul play including torture. Sounded like Jesse. Chilled despite overlarge sweater, Duckier scanned the article again.Okay, he was still in Eastern Europe. She felt some tension ease from her shoulders. The body was found fairly quickly. The suspected time of death was (here she had to think, allowing for time differences) yesterday afternoon, in her time. She could breathe again.She could console herself that there was still another man out there on the hit list before Jesse even dreamed of looking for her. If, indeed, he planned to look at all.She'd moved, changed her name, and cut off contact with everyone she once knew. Even if he planned to look, he'd have one hell of a time trying to find her.Partially consoled, Duckie threw her car back into gear and headed back towards the bland comforts of her shell of a home. Was he?Jesse hated changing his appearance. It was always the same thing, shave, cut his hair, dye it a different color. This time a little movie makeup and the bankcard of one deceased Russian mobster let him play the cover he required. You had to love international banks, a card, a little threatening and you got your way easy as pie. Never as concerned with their client's funds as the PR nightmare of open violence within their sanctimonious doors, The American had easily drained all the blood money he would need for his little stunt.Now he actually seemed liked he belonged in first class, in an expensive suit, glass of scotch in hand, utterly relaxed and quite possibly asleep. His dyed reddish-brown hair, graying at the temples coupled with fake lenses and applied wrinkles had aged his youthful visage into that of a another forgettable suit hardly recognizable. Gloves of leather gripped glass with left, and armrest with right, the only mundane sign that he might not of been as unconscious as first perceived.The pilot's voice sounded their descent, the southwest thick on his tongue. A local. Jesse opened his eyes, turning to stare their ever-Gold orbs out of his window. Below, the city drifted up miles of bright streets and twinkling lights, far as he could see. Vegas, Sin city. A wry grin twitched at the corner of his mouth as a memory, only half clear, bubbled up from the decades stored. Oh yes, he had spent plenty of time here throughout the ages, and even with all its glitz and glamor, he had always believed Las Vegas to be the volcanic pimple on the face of America. It might not look so bad, but scratch beneath the surface and their was a load of pure flowing waste just waiting to infect everything else. And even with this Realization, Jesse loved it. For in a place where the outrageous was applauded, and life was fast and wild, Jesse moved amongst the masses, a folklore, a facilitator of a good night never to be remembered, carving a bacchinal warpath you would never believe even if you were part of it.Even now, he moved amongst the unsuspecting good people of LAS international, checking his single briefcase. Scanners would show some clothes, random travel items, nothing too crazy it would seem. Straight forward toward the first donuts shoppe for one of those delicious treats, and then he was out into the world. Now on the Vegas strip the Cowboy Christ took in a deep breath of fresh air, then brought his phone to his ear. Between bites of a donuts he dialed a number from memory and called,, waiting to here the click of a greeting before speaking."Reckon I'm back in town. And I'll be needin a little favor..."From the other end of the line a voice answered him, chuckling with unnaturally deep voice at perhaps nothing at all."Well, if it aint the muthafuckin American... Usual spot. Oh, and dont be late, you know I like my coffee hot." Home again, Duckie did her best to move away from all thoughts concerning Jesse James Murder. Unfortunately, leaving work early meant she had more time to kill than usual. Another two hours before her night class at the local community college. The thought wrought a wry laugh, echoing dimly through mostly empty apartment. Four years of school, and another two on a damn good career, shot down the drain. Now she was sudying to be anurse, of all things!Maybe her mama would have been proud. Such a damn shame she couldn't talk to her mama. Couldn't tell her she gave up that "ridiculous job, unfit for a lady" to do something virtuous. But thinking about her mama was far more painful than thinking about Jesse, so she was determined to forget about that, too.Supplies were deposited on kitchen countertops before Duckie retreated to the worn comforts of half collapsed chair, curling within the niche that had formed this past year in her ownership. Laptop settled out of habit, powered on so that she could check her email. Personal messages were few, but she enjoyed browsing certain notices and news circles.She blinked in surprise, recognizing the address from tonight's professor amongst commercial names. Mouse hovered over the subject, displaying rather succinct message:Class tonight canceled. Review this chapter and begin on next, answer review questions. Quiz next week.Breath escaped her in a rush. With the way her thoughts were running tonight, the last thing she wanted was to stay at home. Alone. Nothing to distract her but painful memories.In a rush, the young woman set her laptop aside and snatched up her cell phone, dialing the number to work from heart. Lips formed soundless prayer of "please be there, please be there" as it rung once, twice, thrice. Half-way through fourth ring someone picked up, gruff voice speaking only a name."Vinuez."She faltered, cursing the luck. Of course, Rod would have to pick up the phone. His heavy breathing was damn near offensive to her ears. "Oh, uh, Rod. Is Sylvie back yet?""Janie." His voice warmed, not with any inflection of fondness. Irritation, maybe, or anger. Duckie cringed away from her phone, catching only half of what Rod was saying. "..thought you were teamed today. Why aren't you checking in with her?""I had an emergency," she replied wooden, features grim. "Sylvie cleaned up solo. I thought she'd be back by now. I wanted to talk to her.""She's not here," he veritably growled.Duckie sighed audibly into the phone, remaining quiet a long moment. She could feel her frustration mounting dangerously, and this fucker was about to be on the receiving end of every bit of her ire. With forced calm, she replied, "Did you have any reason for me to come in, Rod? My class was canceled tonight, so if I'm needed at the office, I'll come in, right now."Funny, though, that just as she geared up for a fight, Rod seemed to back down. "No, it's fine. Listen, Janie, me and some friends are heading down to the Strip tonight. Why don't you join us? Since your class is canceled, and all.."On heels of invitation followed a silence so deep, so long, that Rod finally had to ask, "Janie?" Duckie didn't bother to answer, instead dwelling on her options. As much as the Strip unsettled her, maybe the profusion of colors and sounds would provide enough distraction from her mounting worries. And if Rod had friends tagging along, maybe he wouldn't be so unbearable. She nodded, then remembered he couldn't exactly hear the marbles rattling - as her dad used to say. "Um, sure. I'll go. What time?"I can pick you up in an hour." Newfound enthusiasm colored his rough voice."I'll meet you there, Rod.""Okay, I'll text you where to meet up."Without a goodbye, Duckie hung up the phone. She stared vacantly at her little collection of stuffed ducks across the room. "Guess I need to get ready," she finally relented, picking herself up out of the chair.It was time for a night on the town. "Here is your room key. You were so late, we almost thought you were no longer coming! Anywho, enjoy your stay Mr. Yapovich!"The receptionist at the Nomad Hotel was a cute one. Cute enough to actually consider fucking, as it were, with hair of deep red and eyes of hazel, probably enhanced by contacts. Jesse made sure that his gloved fingers brushed against the slender digits of the girl. Their eyes met, and Jesse smiled, confident and easy. His eyes creased with the lift of cheeks, and for the moment he looked at her, he let all other distractions fade. His smile widened just enough to be noticed when she blushed, as he slipped the keycard into interior pocket of his blazer, and he chuckled inwardly when she broke their eye contact. "I apologize, I was visitings some a comrade in the area and let the time get away from me. Ov course, your patience is much appreciated, dah? Thank you, my little lastochka. I know you vill make my stay as comfortorble as pawssyble..." The Russian accent was thick, of course, for appearances now was everything. Another cool smile graced his lips before he turned away toward the elevators. He could feel her glances watch his retreating figure and mused quietly to himself upon the predictability of young girls.Hardly another word was said until he reached his room, slipping the the keycard through the high tech lock as he checked his wristwatch. There was a click and a beep as the mechanism released, allowing him entrance. He sauntered in, making strides for the bedroom beyond the short hall. With a casual shrug of his arm he tossed his suitcase onto the bed, stepping around neatly made corner to head to the bathroom beyond. His ill gotten funds had allowed him rather expensive lodgings, with a clear view of the strip below, but the delights of his temporary apartment went ignored. Truth be told, He could of cared less for the flashy suit, and the dazzling view. Had it been his choice, he would of put up in the first rink a dink roadhouse he encountered. Only high roller guest would be expected to flaunt their wealth, thus creating his current dilemma. With a grumble he resigned himself to the lavatory, where he began the long, arduous process of stripping away his disguise. Redying his hair, removing the adherent silicone and cosmetics that gave his face an aged appearance, allowing his true youthful vigor to show through. As he dried his hair clean, golden orbs once again shifted to his wristwatch, nothing the hour. Almost time. He stepped from the bath, moving more briskly than usual toward his suitcase. With a flick of his thumb, he opened the case, revealing a change of clothes, a new jest black, straw stetson, and a cleverly concealed Walther P99. He quickly dressed himself, rolling the sleeves up on his western style rodeo shirt, as he ambled toward the window, gun already safely tucked away behind his back. Standing before the window he turned in the general direction of LAX airport, the main travel hub of the city of Sin and his point of entry. He glanced at his watch, and at the countdown quickly running down to zero. There was a single beep.The headlines would later call it a terrorist attack. And empty Jet had exploded, causing a massive fire that soon consumed the vessels beside it. A total of 6 jets were lost and fires raged across the airport. It would be evacuated, and all air traffic in the Los Angeles shut down. But that would be in the hours, the days, the weeks to come. For now, Jesse Murder looked out his window at the plume of smoke rising from LAX, and waited a moment for a second boom. Slipping on a pair of black gloves, he slapped his stetson nonchalantly against his lap. People would die, most likely. His target would be alerted to his coming, but that was inevitable. And if Interpol hadn't already picked up his trail from his gratuitous use of the deceased Yuri Yapovich's bank card, they would certainly not miss THIS. But all that paled in comparison to one thing... Not threats, nor any amount of money or charm now facilitate his quarry's escape. He was trapped.Forgive me Duckie, cause I aint one tuh seek it muhself.With That, Jesse Murder turned from his act of terrorism, and back to his suitcase. He pressed a single button on a hidden keypad, put the case beneath his bed, and left the room, making sure to lock it on his way out. The night was young, and the Cowboy was just getting started. Duckie felt as if she was stepping into someone else's life. Well over a year had passed since she prepared to meet friends for a night out on the town. This time, she wasn't even meeting friends. She was meetingRod, for God's sakes. Okay, maybe he was a tool, but he was kind of cute and he'd have friends with him. Maybe one of them would make decent company. Hell, at this point she would settle for a guy that didn't expect her to go pantiless in five inches of spandex.Sighing, Duckie roused herself to take a shower and scope out her closet for an appropriate outfit. The last year had been more jeans, Polo's, and flannels than anything - but there were enough remnants of her old life that she could probably find something decent. Plus, if she was heading to the Strip with Rod anywhere in proximity, she was definitelycarrying, which would have a profound effect on her wardrobe. Carrying concealed and dressing feminine was most assuredly a hidden art.No spandex sullied her closet, but she managed to find a faux leather skirt that was short enough to be playful. Maybe an inch spared it from being a total wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. She felt adventurous enough to wear a pushup bra and plump up her modest b cups, ensuring a sight of cleavage. Pale gold blouse was a ruffled v-neck, inch-wide straps showcasing her desert tan. The blouse was loose enough for her to wear a belly band and tuck away a .38.She modeled the ensemble in front of the dirtied square of mirror in her bathroom, then dried her hair and added a few curls to frame narrow cheeks. Bit of mousse for volume, and a spray to ensure the curls held. All those lights, she thought glumly, adding concealer in globs and then smoothing it out. A nice chocolate gloss complimented the gold of her blouse, along with a light application of woody green eyeshadow and mascara. Not bad. Of course, she used to do this regularly; dress nice, wear make-up and heels, skulk around Corporate America.Shaking away those thoughts, Duckie rooted around in her closet for a pair of heels. She knew exactly what she wanted. They went with the blouse. Correct box was tugged free from a pile, lid raised to flash the four inch heels, strappy and golden and dotted in rhinestones. She took them out, put them on, and damn near felt like singing. This wasn't boring Janie with a boring job and no life. This was Duckie! Busy, in charge, vivacious and popular and happy!For one night, it didn't seem so bad.Moment was spared to survey the effect of tangerine polish on her toes. It was soft enough not to clash with the shoes. Good thing she had time enough to keep her feet looking nice, at least. Humming, she moved to gather essentials of gloss, small brush, cell phone, car keys, and wallet, transferring the lot to a cute little black bag. The total effect?Wow._________________Darkness was a promise anticipated by the glow of a million lights by the time she parked. A glance to her phone showed a single message from Rod.We're waiting at the Cosmopolitan.Duckie sent a quick reply ofotw, then scrambled out of her rusted Accord. She caught a shuttle down the strip to the newest of their many hotels, and was soon swept by gathering crowds with ruddy cheeks, ready to catch the first string of shows. Nearing the Cosmopolitan, she immediately pinpointed Rod from among the littered throngs.He was actually a pretty good sight; nearly six feet tall with dark hair just long enough to curl at the nape of his neck, with eyes just shy of black, deep and penetrating. He was Latino - Puerto Rican, specifically - with a body most women considered drool-worthy. Very lean, very muscled, and on prime display in a conforming tee tucked into belted black slacks. He was a dark wet dream.And currently, he was bent far too close to a blonde with her hair teased way too high. She felt like laughing. Leave it to Rod to remind her in less than a minute just why she avoided going out with him. Most girls might have been offended to find their date with two fingers dipped in another woman's cleavage. Duckie just gave into temptation and laughed as she strolled over."Hey, Rod. I figured I'd let you know I was here. Let me know when you're done fishing, okay?"Even from behind, she could see the color creeping up his neck. He murmured something far too low for his "companion" to hear, then spun around with a good ol' boy smile firmly in place. "Janie.. wow! I hardly recognized you! You look terrific. This is Dana, she's with the group tonight. Dana, my coworker, Janie."Dana muttered a greeting, apparently embarrassed that she'd been caught. Duckie offered a firm handshake and a wink. "No hard feelings, hon. I don't have a claim on Rod. I just work with him.""Cold, Janie.""'Scuse us," she said to Dana, all dimpled smiles, before snagging Rod by the arm of his shirt and dragging him a few feet away. "Don't go pouting again, Rod. I'm glad I caught you playing cookie jar, because I wasn't planning to put out and this gives me a valid reason, alright? I just wanted to get out and have fun."If Rod was listening, she couldn't tell. His eyes were firmly glued to the mounds of flesh visible between ruffled neck of her blouse. "I still feel like playing cookie jar, though."Ugh. She delivered a firm shove that backed him up a few paces. "Not gonna happen. Now buy me a drink and introduce me to your friends. And please tell me there's at least one guy who doesn't name his thingy."Rod blinked slowly, then chuckled. "Babe, every guy names his thingy."When he moved to put an arm around her, Duckie didn't shy away. She hoped Rod understood this arrangement, and if he didn't, well, she had a gun. Besides, it was a nice gesture, warm and comforting. Jesse used to do it, down to rubbing his fingers along the bare curve of her shoulder. They returned to Dana, still looking faintly worried. "Everything okay?""Janie won't put out.""Rod names his thingy."Dana's perplexed expression only made them laugh, and Rod reached out to situate the woman under his other arm. Hmm, maybe he was an equal opportunity tool. The trio moved under Rod's guidance to the doors of the hotel, where the rest of his pals waited at one of the bars.They never made it to the doors.A distant "woomph" froze Duckie on the spot. It was sufficiently loud enough to draw most people's attention, but she was one of the few who scanned the horizon with a sickening sense of dread rolling in her stomach."What was that?""Did something happen?"There was just enough light to see a distinct cloud balloon outward. "Oh, God. LAX," whispered Duckie."It's LAX! Someone bombed the airport!" Shouts ripped through the air, and the crowd seemed to gasp as one when another explosion claimed the skies.Mayhem followed. People raced towards open doors of hotels and casinos, screaming about terrorists, while others ran towards te few available taxis, shuttles, and buses. Duckie remained rooted under Rod's arm for maybe half a minute before tearing away. "Janie, hey..!"He caught up with her when she ripped the heels from her feet, breaking the four inch spikes by slamming them against a street post. "Hey, what's going on? Why are you running?""Someone just bombed the fucking airport! I'm running for the same reason everyone else is - any one of these buildings can go next!" It was a lie, maybe, but it made sense to Rod. He only thought about it a second before nodding. Time enough for Duckie to put on her now ruined heels. "I need to make sure my friends are okay. Wait here and I'll help you get to your car."She didn't even have time to decline before Rod was running inside, dragging Dana by an arm. She watched his retreat a moment, surprised by the show of chivalry, then shook her head and started in a jog down the street to her car.Screams and sirens were the backdrop. Security from dozens of buildings seemed to be coordinating an effort to calm tourists and lead them back into the casinos. It was probably in the employee manuals. "In case of terrorist bombings, make sure people spend more money." Might have been amusing if she was a few hundred miles away from here.She raced just as her mind did, wondering if this was the random work of terrorists or something more. As if she hadn't thought it through a million times before. Jesse worked with mobsters, drug lords, shady political figures - and all of those people loved Vegas. He worked big, too. Blowing up LAX to halt flights, killing a few dozen people in the process, seemed right up his alley. She just couldn't know for sure.Her side ached and her breaths were painful gasps by the time she reached her car. One hand was braced to the door, keeping her upright while the other dug through her purse to locate both keys and phone. Duckie continued to multitask, unlocking the door while she dialed a number on her phone. It was already at her ear and ringing when she pealed out of the parking lot."O'Mahoney," grunted an obviously irritated male voice."FUCKING LAX WAS BOMBED!"There was a beat of silence, and then: "Ms. Ducard?""Tell me it isn't him, Sean, just fucking tell me I'm still fucking safe.""I'll have to call you back. We're still running initial reports."O'Mahoney disconnected, and Duckie cursed a bit more, tossing her cell phone on the passenger seat. Panic had a taste, for those accustomed to its presence. It permeated the air of the strip now, with droves of people trying to flee, and others trying to keep them calm. A small police presence was noted, but most of the local blue boys had gone with the fire engines and E.M.T.s toward the raging inferno that was now LAX, leaving only the brave few and half-assed employees to try to maintain calm. By now the media had gotten wind of the events and news trucks could be seen speeding toward the scene in the pointless rat race to be first by a few seconds. They all wanted to say the words before anybody else, to be at the head of the charge when they recorded the horror for history, unaware that to the villain of their tale, the night was still young, and their lives cheap.Through the startled herd walked the reaper with his sickle. Cold, golden eyes stared through them with neither good nor ill will, for they merited neither, fleeting things as they were. Callous as he was, he had one been like them, and so in the deep recesses of his mind, did a thought bubble forth; did such thinking make his spree of murder more, or less evil?Was it truly murder to slaughter a few lambs to lure the wolves?He could hardly say, even as tearful mothers dragged wide eyed children through the streets before his very eyes. He smiled as the youngster met his gaze, and to his amusement the little one smiled back, perhaps only out of habit, or perhaps thinking that this mad rush of adults everywhere was some sort of game, Jesse would never know. He had date to keep.Perhaps it was the change in the air, from the tingle and buzz of a thousand souls in uncertain dread, to the almost forceful, hypnotic pull of temptation that alerted the Cowboy that he had, in fact, arrived at his destination. Or perhaps it was the fact Jesse knew this specific location like the back of his hand. In a out of the way underground dive called the Sinner's Den, the nightlife of Las Vegas went on undisturbed. From the outside it didn't look like much more than a large brute of a man, sitting on a crate, next to some downward leading stair. Jesse paused for a moment, regarding the ogrish sentry from beneath brim of black stetson. Silence. Then with slow ease befitting his lazy Texan farmhand character he so often portrayed, he flipped open the front pocket of his shirt and removed a pack of Marlboro's. With a flick of his thumb, he took one for himself, afterwards angling a single cigarette toward the thuggish bouncer. There was a pause and a an incredulous look, before offered cancer stick was taken betwixt thick lips and lit. The Guard nodded, satisfied. Without a single word spoke, Jesse tipped his hat, and headed down the stairs into the enveloping dark.Beneath the city streets, the glaring lights of the strip would slowly fade away until less trained eyes would be all but blind. Jesse assumed this was for effect. The descent ended in a long hallway, Practically rattling with the thump of bass. Some shitty techno-pop dribble that the mindless throng of 20-somethings these days called music. A deep red light permeated everything, making the chamber look awash with blood.How very fuckin' fitting. The thought passed within the blink of an eye, but the smile it gave him lingered all the way to the true entrance. Thick steel double doors guarded by more gorillas in suits, but this time he didn't even hesitate. The security parted like the red sea, and one of them murmured a location within. He was expected.Through the writhing masses he walked, the rush of body heat the scent of pleasure filling his nose. He laughed, out of the pure enjoyment of the atmosphere he now found himself in. his host sure knew the best places to meet. It wasn't long before the contact found him, a lone rancher type in a club filled with raving tourists."Jesse Murder!"The cowboy swiveled his golden gaze to view his patron. A dark figure stood before him, Dressed in a well tailored suit of ebony and pinstripes. He held his hands aloft and out as if to embrace the southerner from his balcony. Tall and handsome, possessed of all the primal, exotic beauty of the Nubian race, and his charismatic aura could be felt even from Jesse's position. His voice was seduction, his being, power, and his presence there, a dark promise of riches, and of death. Jesse almost laughed."Howdy.. Damien." Funny how bright the strip was, even in the face of terror. Even miles away, it lit up the horizon, a perpetual false dawn in the distance. Duckie's attention kept straying to those lights. She wondered if Jesse was there somewhere. Her mind hoped it wasn't true. Her heart wished the opposite. Each time she felt that anticipatory lurch in her stomach, she grimaced and redoubled her efforts to watch the road. For a few minutes at a time, she was successful.She turned the corner to her own quiet street when her phone gave a chirrup. It rang shrilly in succession, a handful of tones before she hit talk and angled the phone to her ear."Janie," she said, by way of greeting."O'Mahoney," the caller answered. "I'm coming over with some men. We have to talk in private."Duckie felt her heart practically seize. Coming over was bad news, right? Blinking against the sudden prick of tears in her eyes, she tried to concentrate on the simple task of turning into her complex and navigating to an available parking spot. Only when the engine fall silent did she finally answer: "I just got home. I'll be here.""Sit tight," he warned, then disconnected. She listened to the few seconds of empty air before her phone went silent. Gaze was locked onto the poorly stuccoed siding of her building without truly seeing. Oh no, encapsulated in the false security of a closed car, Duckie saw much more. Jesse was only miles away, wasn't he? Closer than he'd been in a long time. Thoughts and memories were too close to the surface, flashing through mind's eye with an intensity that almost made her blush.With a disgusted grunt, Duckie dispelled those thoughts. Determination dicated her motions: Place phone in purse, palm the keys, get out of the car. One step at a time she forged on, letting herself into the tiny, run down apartment. She put on a pot of coffee for the expected guests. She caved to paranoia and searched the rooms for any sign of intrusion. She returned to her living room and practically fell on dilapitated chair. Her gun rested on one arm, next to her phone. She sat in broken heels, dressed for a night of fun, and resolutely told herself she'd keep vigil until O'Mahoney arrived.She sucked at vigils.Minutes passed, or possibly hours, before knock at the door roused her from slumber. She blinked wearily, casting a confused look around darkened room while the door rattled on it's hinges, pounded from without with increasing urgency."I'm here, I'm here," she finally shouted, voice raspy with sleep. Somehow, the woman had curled herself up into a tight little ball, head nestled to the back of the chair. Her neck was sore, and one side of her hair felt little better than straw. With a groan, she unwound and poured herself out of the chair, stumbling to her feet. Deadbolt and lock were turned, door opened enough to reveal a gloomy, if familiar face. "One sec," she prompted, then closing the door to release the chain. She barely opened it again before overly large man waltzed in."Great timing. Some psycho makes LAX his own personal barbecue, and you decide to give me a coronary by pulling a disappearing act."Duckie rolled her eyes heavenward. "I fell asleep. Hey to you, too, Sean."The dark-haired bull of a man waved one impressively big hand impatiently. "My men will be here soon, and they've got some work to do. So let's talk." He'd only been to her apartment once, but apparently remembered it well enough to go straight to her bedroom. Or it was just that small, and the single door visible was clue enough.She paused long enough to finally jerk off her ruined heels and chuck them in the nearest bin, then followed Sean's broad backside into the narrow bedroom. He continued to stand and look intimidating. Duckie paid it no mind and perched at the foot of her bed, hands clasped nervously in her lap. "Where do we start?""Yuri Yapovich," O'Mahoney answered, face grim with foreboding."The dead Russian?" Fear tied knots in her stomach. Betrayal weighed on her very soul. She settled for looking politely puzzled.Sean let out a bark of laughter and sank heavily at the other end of her bed. "He gets around well for a dead man. Flew first class and landed in LAX just a few hours ago, then checked into the Nomad."Okay, so fear was definitely winning. Duckie's eyes fell to her hands, squeezed so tightly that knuckles were pale and bloodless. She said nothing, and Sean only spared a cursory glance before continuing."The Russian government is being about as helpful as the overseas banks in identifying our man, but the receptionist who checked him in remembers him well. His description doesn't fit at all. Apparently, our guy was 'confident, charming, and looked damn good for an older man', and not some fat Soviet bastard." He paused, watching as the woman cringed. "His room had very little in the way of personal effects, but we found enough to suspect he was in disguise. We're checking for prints now. Doubt he'll return, though."From there, silence reigned. Sean stared resolutely at Duckie, who stared just as hard at her clasped hands. Her mind was racing with implications, and none of them were good. She felt a familiar tightness in her chest, as if her very lungs were shrivelling. Panic. Because if he was here,reallyhere, at right that moment, then he wasn't here for her. More crushing than her vague disappointment was plain terror."You told me that if he came, it wouldn't be until he killed a certain number of people. By your count, we're one shy," Sean hedged. "Either you're wrong or. . .""Or that person is here," Duckie barely whispered. In a private corner of an underground club, two centuries old myths shared a drink. How opposite their visages? One sat idly, the very poster boy for the modern cowboy, tall, lanky, built skinny and lean, with long, dark brown hair crowing his head, neatly trimmed, yet undaunted beard covering his face. He looked at his host with golden eyes, filled with lazy apathy, though one could easily say that was simply his resting face. The other being was almost the complete opposite. Tall at well, his skin was the color of milk chocolate and a build that could only be described as adonis-like. His green-yellow eyes were filled with mischief and confidence, like some cruel prince, even as he beheld his much invited guest. It would be this figure of dark power that broke the silence."So, Mr. Murder.. I see you've been up to your old tricks."Jesse chuckled out of the side of his mouth, exhaling smoke. "Keepin yer ear to thuh ground, ey big D?" He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke upwards toward the ceiling. Damien leaned foward, shining orbs locked onto Jesse's form."Airports dont blow up on their own cowboy... what the fuck was the big Idea, flush the guy you're after out like a rabbit? Do you know what this country is like after 9/11? You just grounded every plane for maybe weeks, but not the goddamn Roads Jess. You're targets long gone."Jesse took another fdrag of his cigarette as Damien said his spiel. Of course he had a point, Damien almost always did, but he also had this way of thinking, of doing things. Jesse could never disregard the killing ability of the man before him, but Damien had always been the swift, silent type, only getting truly gory when the job called for it. Jesse had a... different approach. "His lieutenants r' dead. His conspirators... dead. Hes the last o' thuh mohiccans, and he knows I'm comin'... So what does uh man do when he knows that death is comin' fer 'im?"The light of realization shone in Damien's eyes for a moment. "He buckles down.." Jesse smiled his easy going smile. "Exactly... He buckles the fuck down, locks hisself up all right n' tight, and waits fer sum sorta suprise attack. He aint gonna run, nowt now. He knows Ah'll hunt him tuh hell n' back, N' iffen he runs, he'll ne'er command respect like he do now... he'll die alone in sum shallow ditch somewheres... Nah, much better tuh make a stand..."Now Jesse took another drag of his cancer stick and put it out on the sole of his gator-skin boots, exhaling though his nose like some sort of texan dragon. "What being said.. Ah still aint sure exactly where he at...and Ah'll need some help findin him..." With that He met Damien's eyes, and the killer was quick to lean back, throwing up his hands with a wry grin. "Not this time Jess. I got my finger in too many pots here, you might already be cuttin a few off if yer right about this guy. Ah'll give ya a place to say, and all the toys ya need to get that sick fuck, but I cant give ya any info. not without making business very bad fer me, and I fucking LOVE business." HE smiled again, devious and incorrigible, before sipping his screwdriver.And that was That. Jesse stood, nodding his head in silent agreement. Damien reached into his pocket and threw him a disposable wallet. In it was cash, several fake ids, a room key and address, likely all under a false name. Jesse grinned. Damien was a bastard, and quite possibly, completely evil, but he was a evil Jesse knew, a valuable resource and perhaps the closets thing to a friend a person in his line of work could have. There were usually no words after their business was conducted, so Jesse tensed with surprise when Damien called to him. What he said Next, almost brought the Cowboy to his knees."Careful this time Davey Crockett... you send enough bullets flying.. and she might catch one..."Jesse left without another word. There was no question in his mind the she Damien was referring to, not what his statement truly meant.Duckie was here in Vegas. He had stranded her in his own personal warzone once more... "You told me that if he came, it wouldn't be until he killed a certain number of people. By your count, we're one shy," Sean hedged. "Either you're wrong or. . .""Or that person is here," Duckie barely whispered. "And that's either one hell of a coincidence, or they're looking for you.""My God, they found out what Jesse's been doing. They want to kill me!" Her voice rose with each word, until it was octaves higher; a piercing shrill. She jumped suddenly upon hearing her front door slam, hands flattened to her chest."Just my guys, relax," Sean soothed. Rise of male voices, utterly at ease and barely muffled by closed bedroom door, seemed to support his claim."No one's going to kill you, alright? Just listen." The mountain of a man moved, easing into Duckie's line of vision. She sucked in a long breath and held it, not quite remembering what came next."We could move you, but that just postpones the inevitable. Vegas has more resources; all the major agencies have offices here. We're already prepared, we know they're here. Every uniform in the area has Jesse's picture. Chances are the guy he's after is also wanted. They're both wanted for questioning in the bombings, which means everyone and their mother will be looking for them. You're turning purple."Quick slap of palm to her backside forced Duckie to breathe again -- great, gasping breaths that shook her shoulders and were perilously close to sobs. Sean frowned, his forehead creased with concern."I don't like to say it, Dahlia, but you're our best chance of ending it soon. If either of them are after you, it might be our only chance of catching them. We're placing your apartment under surveillance and bugging you. Someone's rigging your cell phone now, so keep it on you at all times. You'll have a two man team close by in case one of them does show up. We want to apprehend them right away.""W-wait..! Don't I have a choice in this?" This was too fast! Someone wanted to kill her, and these guys wanted to give him a shot!O'Mahoney let out an exasperated sigh. "You really don't. You turn this down and I'll have to let two very dangerous men have easy access to you. This way, you have a chance." He leaned forward, placing one large hand on Duckie's shoulder. "To tell you the truth, I'm hoping its Jesse that finds you. Whoever he's after will just put a bullet through your head, and they can do that from a distance.""Are you trying to console me?" Duckie couldn't help it. She laughed. She laughed with that dangerous edge of hysteria that made it impossible to stop. The world melted into streamers of color and her chest grew tight with laughter. She was only vaguely aware of moving, but she swore her legs were quite stationary."AHAHAHAHAHA---OH SHIT!" Exclamation was born of shock when her back collided with dirty, soak streaked tile hard enough to bruise. Her screams redoubled when a spray of cold water blasted over her."I'm calm! I'm fucking calm!" Duckie shrieked the words, lunged forward and clawed at the knobs of her shower until the water stopped beating her. Hair half tamed and half mussed was now uniformly wet. She glared through curtain of dark strands to Sean, who merely grunted and passed her a towel."Just go about your business, okay? Do the schooling, do the work, and come home. We'll handle the rest," Sean informed her. He tipped an imaginary hat as he walked towards the bathroom door. "We'll show ourselves out. Keep safe."Duckie was left kneeling in her shower, towel hugged to her chest. She listened to the men exchange a few words and eventually leave. The door clicked shut behind them.Her phone rang. She ignored it.Towel still embraced, Duckie clambered from the tub. Her wet clothes weighed heavily. Every foot step left a puddle on the floor. She ignored that, too.All she could think to do was crawl in bed and fall fast asleep. This had only gone from bad to worse.Moments ago, Jesse had become privy to a secret, both necessary and damning. The last time he had seen Duckie Ducard she was laying in a hospital bed, wounded by his own bullet, one he put in her to protect her from the greater genocide he was comitting. Promising that he would kill those that had manipulated him into his atrocities, he had left, his violent crusade scouring the globe for the shadowy figures that had backed him into a corner, put a gun in his hand, and ordered him to kill children, wives, old men.He was not blameless in the act, the trigger does not squeeze itself and the man had decided long ago to survive at all costs. Yet putting hot iron to Duckie, even with a rubber bullet, was cause enough to exact his vengeance. The Blood cost of his desires were steep for both parties it seemed, a common occurrence when dealing with a man of Jesse's particular... talents. Talents that had brought the bustling city of Las Vegas to a halt, and sent every government agency in 100 miles on a manhunt.And yet, therin lied the problem. He had shaken the bees nest, and now not only was he being hunted by the authorities, but it was likely Duckie, wherever she was in the city, would also figure out he was here. Damien had given him a name but no other information, as far as the Nubian was considered, even having that shred of intel was more thant enough to honor their friendship and the deal they had. He could not begrude her unwillingness to expose herself, but not knowing she was safe in his warzone tied his hands. And so h walked on, ambling carelessly along the streets, hiding in plain sight within the throng. Not for the first time, he found himself annoyed with the frenzied masses, though nothing but cool self assured apathy registered on his bearded, handsome features. He had a sudden urge to escape the stinking throng, noticing at the same time the unusually higher concentration of people in the area. Making his way through the crowd he came upon the reason.A bit up ahead the police had set up some sort of blockade, and with sudden realization, the cowboy realized he had been making his way back to the hotel. Police kept the crowd at bay, and Jesse saw several Bomb squad trucks parked near the hotel. Apparently they had found his rigged suitcase and were worried he might of hidden more. Police cars littered the area, but a certain one, farther back than the others caught his attention. The officer was obviously not taking the threat too seriously, or perhaps he was simply bored, who knew how ling he had been there. Jesse watched with mild amusement as the fellow passed time by playing solitaire on the on-board laptop ever car was equipped with these days. It truly amazed him how far technology had come from his time. The ability to get information on the fly about nearly anyone as long as you had a...Literally shoving people to the floor as he stomped through the crowd, Jesse made for the barricade. As he neared the edge an officer held up his hand, a stern annoyed look on his face, perfectly crafted to scaring off hapless troublemakers. Never did he expect Jesse would take a flying leap at him, hitting him square in the chest with a double leg dropkick that sent the officer packing. Rolling to his feet, he saw the cop closest begin to draw him weapon. Jesse reacted immediately, years of advanced CQC techniques leading his form in automatic muscle memory. There was no flair, but the technique had an effective beauty all its own, rendering the officer weaponless in one deft move, and in a strangle hold the next, Jesse's own pistol pressed to his head. Using The officer as a body shield, Jesse moved it, whipping around, a wild look of desperation in his eye. Eventually he would be surrounded by officers, weapons drawn. Caught off guard by one brave canine, whose speed seemingly defied the bullets the Cowboy fired at him, Jesse would find himself floored and in cuffs.. In moments, he was in the back of a police care, headed to the station for processing.Exactly as planned. When Duckie finally woke up, she felt like shit. The burning in her eyes told her that she was far away from the necessary eight hour mark. Her body was chilled despite the Vegas heat; probably owed to the fact that she had passed out in wet clothes, with nothing to cover her, mere feet away from busily humming window unit.For a moment she suffered the disorientation of the newly awakened. One leaden hand lifted to rub the crust from he eyes, and possibly soothe some of the irritation. She blinked groggily towards the ceiling for a few long moments, wondering what had prompted her to wake. Chirrup from her cell phone clued her in - she'd missed a call. Probably more than one.Vaguely, she recalled why people would be calling her in the dead of night. There was a bombing. People were after her. They wanted to kill her, or save her, or -- in the case of one Jesse Murder -- possibly just wanted to drive her insane. She rolled over in a daze, forcing her limbs to cooperate. Grab the phone. Tap the screen. View the missed calls.Nearly one in the morning. Had only a few short hours passed? In that time, Rod had called an impressive 12 times. Sylvie smashed his record with 46 missed calls. Frowning, Duckie tapped on Sylvie's number and dragged the phone to her ear."WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY DISAPPEARING LIKE THAT!" Not even the courtesy of a ring before Sylvie began screaming in her ear. Duckie entertained the image of a vulture diving to peck at the phone once it showed any signs of life. For now, she held her own phone a safe distance away while Sylvie railed on."Rod has been worried sick! Why in the WORLD would you run off in the middle of a date -- in the middle of a TERRORIST ATTACK! -- and not even CALL him to tell him you're safe! You are safe, aren't you?""Yes," Duckie hurriedly replied. "I'm sorry, Sylvie. I was just drained. I went right to my car, drove home, and fell asleep. I'm going to call right now, okay?""Do that. And then call me back and give me every detail of this little date you agreed to," Sylvie said darkly."It was kinda short," Duckie admitted. "I'll tell you all about it." With that, she disconnected and rolled over to a more comfortable position in bed. Another tap to small screen dialed Rod up.His answer was probably worse than the yelling. Just two rings, then a clearly dissatisfied grunt. It left Duckie feeling slightly nervous and overwhelmingly guilty."Uh.. hey," she stammered. "I'm sorry I ran like that. Just.. y'know, I guess I panicked. I came straight home and went to bed."Rod answered with another grunt, more non commital. It left Duckie fishing frantically for something to say."Hey, Rod.. I'm sure we would have had a good time. You really surprised me tonight, wanting to check on your friends and help me out, then trying to make sure I'm okay...""What, Janie, do you think I'm a monster? Out to prey on defenseless young girls?" Rod scoffed over the line."No..! I just.. You're a decent guy. I guess I haven't seen one of those in a while," she murmured pathetically.A bark of laughter met her ear. "Okay, so you're really doing fine? You been stressed lately,chica.""Yeah.""You owe me a date.""I do?""I'm not letting you off that easy, huh? I'll be there with some take out in a half hour."Finally, Duckie had the strength not only to sit up but practically bolt out of bed. "Here..?! No, Rod, no. It's a bad time.""Hey. You're up, I'm up. I'm hungry, and you owe me smile," Rod teased. "Keep your PJ's on if you want."She opened her mouth to retaliate, yet firm click informed her the phone had already disconnected. Cursing aloud, Duckie veered to the bathroom for a proper shower.

Lust and Loathing in Las Vegas (Brazen Endeavors_Ruined Knight)

{Ex} Blessings in disguise (for Keridance_Vilnius)

Darkness came, and for it she was grateful.Somehow there was a comfort in it, in knowing that the battered body was covered in darkness should someone witness it. Form, delicate as it appeared, splayed out upon the table. Splinters, to well used, cut into stomach and gave the softer pain of pin pricks upon stomach, upon the well rounded globes of titflesh. It stung, the cream of flesh showing it, red welts little wounds that bloomed with bruises in such dark colors from each split fuck of wood into skin. Couldn't move, not the way that binding was done.Thorned metal leashing, to the wrists wrapped around to make lewd slaves bracelets that extended out making arms scream in the shoulder sockets, face down against the splintered wood. Legs just as crudely spread apart, near splits, thorned metal biting into ankles tied off to stakes, little bare cunt forced to bare the pain, stretched out wide, petals so pretty, so velvety puffed up from the slaps given to them during the stretching. Plump little form, so beautifuly laid out, amazingly tender care though, given to the long locks of ebon curls, braided but then weighted with chains woven within, making head so heavy, so hard to move, coiled around her. Cheek to wood, curls around them chains resting on and around neck. Back exposed, the lines of spine seen so perfect the flesh on her spine though, untouched so far. Same with that ripe little ass of hers, plump and shaking as she tried in vain to move just a bit, just a titch more, but to tight the bindings were.Golden eyes closed as she tried to remember why, how, when she was placed here. Days had turned into nights, during her sleep though, she dreamed of before. Outside in the field of flowers playing at braiding them. Wince inwardly as heart broke a bit more, the pain of the body now making that time seem so far away, so hot the sun had been. Scream flew out of lips, her body jerking the fresh run of heated blood splattered in wounds that would not bleed her out, merely let the crimson run down her arms down her legs from the punctures from metal. Stay still. Had to.Was loved, in the pain she remembered that, Master's touch to cheek, kiss of forehead, then the darkness. Whimpers came from those same lips, her face rubbing to the splintered table trying to make herself fall to sleep, wanted to fade into the darkness, could dream there couldn't she?Half there, pain oh it ripped through her, stretched out, whorishly displayed, and wishing to die, end it there. Then in the blackness it reached out to her. Field, flowers. Master she had ran to His side and nestled against Him, felt His touch upon her collar and smiled upwards. Heard the sounds, sounds....Scream echoed out of the little body, the weight of curls because of the metal ripping out some bits of hair, as her hands clenched down and arms tightened ripping thorns in where they could not go deeper.Warriors, harsh creatures, fucking monsters. Master drawing sword. So many, so much. She had tried to fight hadn't she? Knocked down by her Master's own hilt, told to lay still. Darkness then too, and the half there. Master then, as eyes would flutter close, laying on the ground, the others swords bloody. Warriors death. Gave it clean. Scream echoed out again within the chamber she was held in. Honorable death, but she did not go as well. Tears flooded, salting the wounds on her cheeks, the splinter tears on them tasting her sorrow. Was her place to go with. Her fingers clenched down in their bindings before the little thing went limp again, her body lax, pain and terror heartbreak overtaking her to the darkness again. Pitter patter, drops of crimson to the ground those golden eyes closing to remember before, dream somewhere else, not here, captive to something unknown. Careful movements of the man as he would step into the room where girl was being held. She was the prize, tormented yes, he could see that, from the blood on her arms and the way she was displayed. Orders he had given and even if not followed in spirit, he knew they would be in detail. for if his orders were given, and not followed, a head would roll from those who had defied him. Most of his men enjoyed having their heads. So it made for a good system.His armor, a supple bit of leather would creek softly as he would move to roam a small circle around where she was bound. Was she worth the price paid. Time would tell. His mean had bought her with the lives of six of his finest. After hearing the cost he had wished he had been there. The one who held her collar must have been quite formidable. Rare it was to find a blade that could match his own. He always was eager to try though.He stepped towards her and immediately she would feel the crack of his hand, impacting to her backside with a open palmed splay of his fingers, setting her flesh aflame with the sting, his eyes watching it sway and the way her puffed sex was spread and displayed. He would slide fingers, tracing theprint left from the impact of his hand and then he would lean. Breath warm and almost soothing in comparison to the other treatments would slip out over the girl's lobe. "You should know what you have lost. First, what was the name they used for you girl, what were you called in your life past?" his voice, such a rich baritone slipping from his lips to slide over her form.Cold eyes would slip over her, watching her breathing, weighing her, a measure taken of this creature. Yes, she might be worth the prize, but if her Master's blade was any indication he knew she would have been and till likely would be quite loyal to the man. This would take time. But time was something he had in abundance. Pain numbed nerves, then startled them back to some brutal burning, trying to reconnect, trying to force her to open those eyes. Tears stained the plucked marks of flesh from splinters, dried and crusted in that way that only salt could. Lips parted, dry things, swollen and bruised as only sorrow could make them. Couldn't move head, no, not now, the weight of the chains in curls creating fire at the scalp and cold harsh cruelty at the ends. Her nails cut into the palms of her hands, even as thorns broke flesh into newer parts of skin, imprinted their pain deeper into muscles.Felt it first, the eyes of someone else. Shame flooded, even over pain, then fear. Couldn't protect what was His, the first real thought that brought up bile to the back of throat and forced her to try to open mouth once more to wail. Sound, so clear, strange how sounds echo'd in someone's mind when touch was taken and replaced with pain. Crack to the rounded globe of ass, perfect in comparasion to the mess of her front, making her torso, making her tits rip against the little splinters, her stomach marred with the scratches. There, sound oh, wicked thing betraying letting the One in the room know her pain. Shut it down, had to somehow. But then after the jar, the pain, the heated flesh was touched. Gentle, oh light over the print that fingers left upon the meat, touched over, for an instant for a heartbeat from frantic muscle she felt it, soothing over. Scream turned to whimper as she locked down eyes tight and let the fucking tears slip down cheek, onto throat.Lost. What did he know about Lost..jaw clenched as she trembled her body showing it quaking fear, then something akin to rage in the way muscles clenched then releasing. Cunt spread, ass up, reddened by His strike her own wrists and ankles dripping her crimson and He dared asked a name. Took Master, had Master, where..throat choked, the barbed sensation of heartbreak rising upwards.Let the curls fall over face, chains slipped over jaw, weighted it down. Hid the face, the terror and pain mixed with hate indeed as those eyes opened. Couldn't see, could only feel, only knew what was there, and how very little she had left to lose. Honor to go with Master, better then this. Find the strength to speak somewhere, the broken part of soul forced its own whisper upwards over lips cracked bare whisper to answer the heated soothing baritone. " ..cowards do not speak the Names of title" spit out, tried ot be forced out, sound braver then she felt. A small smile would creep across his lips. Ah, she did still have a fire within her. Not so weak it would have been worked out already. No indeed, he would take care of that, and turn it into something entirely different. He would move his fingertips along her flesh, the barest of caresses given."And whore's do not speak at all unless it is to answer the question that is put to them. This is a lesson I shall teach you, little slutling. You see for there is always a price to be paid for disobedience. For the moment you will pay it in pain, but eventually the price will become something for more dear to you."Those hands they would move caressing along the flesh of her arm, drawing up to where they were chained to the wooden cross. He would move, pressing against the back of her palm till her fingers would be pressed into the wood, just firm demanding pressure as his other hand reached for a long needle laying on a table just outside of her view. He would draw it and with a sudden force drive it hard between her fingers, impaling the bit of flesh between them to the table, effectively nailing the hand there unless she ripped oh so painfully hard at the flesh there. He would close his eyes, waiting to hear her cries as his hand would settle, almost comisceratingly on the small of her back."As for the one who provided your initial training. I do not have him..." He let the words offer her false hope for a moment before he would continue. "He was left, face down ina pool of his own blood by my men. Quite dead I do believe little slut. Now I will ask again. What was the name you were known by?" Blood. Scent of crimson filled the air, made it hard to breath. Head held by the chains that wound themselves deeper into scalp, made those curls wish to be ripped out, but lacked the conviction. Ass smarted, such a slight pain a fucking bruise bruise in comparasion but for all that remained within, why did it ..because He touched it. Lips cracked, and more crimson, spit stained with it, pooling on the coolness of cheek, tear stained salt wet once more as she heard it. Words.Baritone voice rippled out over ears, sound so clear, crystaline in the midst of a symphony of nerves and tissue wailing for some sort of relief. Price? Pay? Brow furrowed, trying to cough down the very fucking air that was scented with her blood.Touch to arm moved up and underneath that marred satiny skin the muscles flenched, as if to try to twitch deeper closer to bone to escape Him. Arms stretched out so painfully, was it not enough as His larger hand took her little fingers and pressed it to the wood. She opened mouth, let the chains jerk and rip out those strands of hair where pressure forced trying to turn her head upwards to look. Horror upon angelic visage as she let the sound bubble out, even before needle struck the sweet softness of palm.He placed the weight of hand on the small of her back, feeling how her body jerked, writhed against but did -not- break needle free of wood on her hand. No, to much to rip it free, instead spine arched and fell, her front slapped down to the wood trying to escape the sensation. Misery wrought over the full form before Him, all splayed and lashed, pinned now, half her face clear but for the crimson that leaked from smaller wounds that would heal. Hope indeed brightened somewhere in pain adled pools, tears leaked out , cleared blood from wood, and smeared down her throat, reddened those weighted locks. "Master? " whispered out, oh so quietly, tenderly. Then He spoke again. Dead. Gone. Her body went limp, could He not feel it by the hand upon the spine, the way her hips dipped forwards and even that palm pierced impalled by the needle felt its fingers clenching, then going slack.Longer minutes as she stopped drawing in breath. As she tried to make her own heart explode. Tried to ..needed too...so much though, to much pain, couldn't make it through this. No.Finally, when there was nothing more, word whispered out from lips, barely audible. "Aya" Ah, that smile then that would spread across his face as she complied. "Now there, see it is not so hard a thing, little one. By right of my blades, you are now mine. Won in battles and given to me by my warriors. That they deemed you a worthy gift says much about why that delicious little cunt of yours remained mostly free of the torment. Yes, displayed, but not raped or taken. You see they would not soil that which was to be mine without my permission or order. And this..." His words emphasized as his hand would move to lay against her ass, middle finger curling and laying against warm little sex. Not pushing inside, just pressure of the finger resting there felt. "...like the rest of you. Is mine to do with as I please."He would watch her and give her pussy a tap with his finger before removing it. He would regard her thoughtfully. "I am afraid though, you have lost more than your Master and I must first sear away he remnants of that life that is no more. Aya is dead as your Master is girl and I will make sure you have no doubts of that. For now you will be simply girl, or thing, or whore as my whim takes me. If you are ever given another name, it will be something earned and trust me when I say girl. I do not gift those things easily. They must be earned."He would stand, careful movements towards a table near the wall, pitcher of cool water left there. He would fill a glass and move back towards her. He would take a sip of the cool liquid, making sure she could hear him take it, waiting for that moment that she would look and see him drinking it. He knew it had been over a day since she had had such herself."Now, tell me. What is now your name?" Command in his tone as he spoke the words. Tap. The change of words, of the cant of tone as words blistered her soul. Erase Master? No more. Aya gone left this shell of pain flesh and hurt. Spirit within though, that was hers. Master told her so, so long ago, gift. But this Other, His words not Master's but held such threat. Little sound, whimper that hoarse fled over lips signaled that break within the confines of Mind. Earned. No Name, only Flesh. One of those things without..She shook upon the table, feeling splinters scour flesh with the movement, feeling the sensation of tendons stretched to rip in arms. Pussy displayed, the pucker of ass clenched tight as He would move watch Him drink the water, such a simple action, but the bastard knew it, knew that throat ached for it, that body lost so much. Eyes closed trying to shut it out, but she could smell it, hear it the sound it made as it cooled His hateful throat, could almost sense how cool it was upon the threads of chording deeper inside Him.He spoke, and the medatation on it was broken, the trance of pain and flesh called back into form and with it question demanded some bit of answer.Tried to form the words.Tried to spit them out.Swallowed them down again as her eyes clenched shut tighter. Liar. Master wasn't dead, couldn't be. Would come, must protect His until then. Blood so much Blood bubbled out, dripped out. Pain."...He..says she has none. girl. Thing. Whore." the cracking sound of voice only days before that could have set the moon to the sky and the nightbirds to answer her, reduced to the hiss of torment. Careful the way he would study her reactions. Ah yes, she was stubborn and so lovely, even torn and bloodied as she was. It made him smile to watch the way she tried hard, heard that pain and wisp. He knew she wouldnt' take the facts laid before her immediately. This one would take some time and that made her all the more precious for it. Still she acquiesced, gave him the answer he had demanded of her. So for that he would reward her. He would move and pick up a string of irregularly shaped beads. They were large and bluntly spiked, but enough that being inside of her would cause a lot of discomfort and likely quite a bit of pain. He would move behind her, his fingers taking the reddened flesh of her little ass, and pulling it apart. He would take the first beed and wedge it into the crease of her ass until it pressed tightly and uncomfortably just to the rim of her tight little pucker, deep enough inisde that she wouldn't be able to wiggle it loose and with no hands it would be wedged just at her entrance.Then he would step back around and take up the glass of water. He would dip his finger into the water then bring it up to her lips, letting her have it to suckle upon, gain a little moisture back to her form. "You may drink, whore, but I want you to suckle my finger in such a way as if you wished me to fuck you. If you do not convince me that your suckling would indeed be to get me to fuck you, that bead you feel, the one with the blunt little spikes....I will shove it hard up inside you before beginning to feed your little ass it's companions. So I would try and be as honestly convincing as you can. Show me I should not kill you, but keep you as a useful slut to my attentions and wants...."With that, those penetrating eyes would watch her face intently, his fingertip, dripping droplets of water near her lips would be there, so close, so very inviting. His eyes, how they watched her, such intensity in them, they were eyes that one could tell knew control and knew they would get what they wanted or burn there very world down around them to get it. Splayed out, bared and bruised, cut and bleeding, the way of splinters to fuck flesh and leave within some sting that could not be repaired until the wound was clean. Face held down by the weights of chains and those words, making eyes widen even more, pain filled voids that held some bit of naive nature even through this. He spoke and she had no choice but to listen, the sound of it wrenching her from the shock her form wished to go into. Tried to go into even as He would spread the globes of ass, touch against the pucker. Bead a horrid thing, wedge against, the strange discomfort startling, more so that she could feel anything at this point egging nerves on.Surreal, those multicolored orbs flickering their alarm as He would speak, touch her lips with the water. Words. Assualted ears even as pucker tensed pulsing stings of motion against the bead. Would rip her, tear her asunder and leave her, but no..not now. Had to think, her mind dancing, the pain in truth only creating more chaos and confusion within the curved form, tortured and tormented as it was. Hiss out of air, over those digits that offered some bit of moisture more then craved by bleeding out body. Corpse that didn't know it yet, or..was she?So close, so cold she could almost taste it, the realization of just how fuckdry her throat was, opening mouth and she could feel the tissue ripping and splitting at the corners of her mouth. Tears, but not liquid would come to eyes giving them the glassy appearance of dolls pools. He spoke and she knew it as truth, anouther bead, anouther bump and innards would be torn. What then of Master's darling....Whimper, hoarse and crude came from lips, as she parted them, let them crack, His instructions clear enough. Make it worth it. Prove worth to someone ..the thought died off as she closed those eyes, let lids heavy things take their rest. Head fought against chains the sound of it, the searing burning pain in scalp as little bits of hair were removed for her to make those slight inches to His finger. Tongue danced out, lapping, crudely, then with some thirst as she taste it. So cold, so clear mixed with the salt of His finger. Callous's felt, as she pushed her head further, opened up mouth more, and tried to push it back against the lines of throat. Tongue never stopped, like some nursing kitten, suckling teat, her cheeks suckled in, as pushed her face down more, tried to take more, remove every sweet drop of water to replace what was slowly oozing from wounds that had not been seen to. Try not to think about the sensation against that pucker, her eyes opening ever so slowly as she suckled trying to suss His features, wiggling face against splintered wood , feeling the damage of it even as her tongue flicked back and forth to finger immersed in heated little mouth. He would watch her, even as she would struggle to comply, knowing even lodge and not shoved it, it would be a splaying discomfort of the bead at her ass. She would see his face. It was hard, but not without a certain warmth to it. A face full of death and smiles. Humor and resolve. He would move his hand, bringing the glass up he would pour just a bit more water, letting it slide down the curve of wrist and hand and gift more of the cool cave chilled liquid to her little lips, that lapping tongue."That is good my eager little slutling, suckle well and you shall be rewarded and spared untowards pains. Show you have a worth to me, little whore. For you are perfectly designed to be used as my fuckdoll. Little cumrag of a whore." Words hateful, but tone proud and cooing. Oh yes, the way he spoke of her was if she,w hat he spoke of as she, was something precious and worthy.He would continue to pour the water, pushing his finger in and out of her lips, fucking it against them and her tongue as if it were some surrogate cock. After a bit he would set aside the pitcher and push hair and chains back over the line of her ear so he might watch her, her little mouth, face red from where it had rested to the wood."Now was that so hard or bad, little cumrag?" Again those words, mixed with honeyed tone. Eyes open, looking upwards moved with fright only that much larger, the senses plucked and pained, each motion, each breath causing more pain. Lodged bead against the pucker of ass not breaking flesh but threatening to. Whimper came out over lips, even as they widened to try to take the water that came out, tongue lapping nursing sweetness even from within.He spoke and words assaulted places that even the beads could not reach, could not take within. Shivering, shaking, the splinters biting within the flesh as she cried out, softer sound. Every emotion was given in that sound, like something tangible the soul needed to vomit up. He finger fucked mouth and she would take it, jaw widening, suckling lapping of tongue around to play with the space between fingers, even as hair was moved and the shame of face was seen, bloodied but there, wearing its own vitae as a badge.Cumrag, was that to be the name then? Multicolored pools flickered as she took in breath, the heat of it suckled over fingers. "...No..Sirph" the word distorted due to the fingers gagging at the back of her throat, the coolness of the water aiding her , giving focus. His smile was almost a beautific thing as he would look down upon her form, laying against the wood. He could see how much pain she was in, but she would be careful to answer him, her words slurred, but discernable to his ears. He would pour a fresh stream down the digit pushed between swollen tiers of her lips, watching her suckle and lick.Setting the pitcher aside he would move, still leaving finger within her lips, leaning over her small form a bit, he would press the bulb of the beed just slightly, letting her feel it try and push the rim of her little pucker apart as he would watch her face, not enough pressure yet to have it push into her, but oh gods how it must feel for her little form to feel so split open.His words would come, close to her ear, warm as he would speak his command to her. "You will serve me as mine. If I want your use, you will do so eagerly. If I wish to let one of my men use you, you will comply as eagerly. You are a toy to be played with and you WILL comply with any means I decide to see you used. If you prove your worth, I may gift you with a name, with a purpose for more, but it will be earned. Do you understand me girl?" His words, warmth and iron from them against the smooth flesh of her cheek, and as if to put an exclaimation point upon his statement he would apply more pressure to the bead. "You will bed for this use, or else I will find anything you have ever deemed precious and destroy it. And you will perish foolishly. This is not a fate I wish for you, my whore...." Tears, they wanted to come, but she found there were no more left to spill. Shock, slipping into the multicolored pools, that emotion so base that accepted it, to survive. Pain, lighting up over the skin, inside at the core. Water came though, oh the blessing of it, focus there, the coolness that moved over ragged flesh in throat, so needed, so wanted. Whimpers came from it, the more water the harder she suckled, nursing from the digit itself. Chains in hair were pulled scalp distended slightly as she jerked against, must have it, body had to have it. Shaking, the effect making ass jiggle, making tits and hips move against the splintered board, the pain of it overwhelming as she then heard it, the voice.Then the bead, the almost push inside, her pucker distending, lewd pain, nearer to the core forcing her to cry out, mouth fuckstuffed with fingers as eyes widened, the flicker of the orbs showing it. Hideous things, the amount of words that flickered out from His mouth even then. Serve. His. Whoever He commanded, whereever, whatever..the words itself make something inside her crack, fracture to a pained point. Animalistic, even as He would apply that pressure a bit more of a push. Precious to her. Destroyed. But then the words, what He wanted..Eyes flittered unable to mantain any gaze, keep them closed, bear it. Could. Tongue nursed to the bottom of fingers as tried to take some primal comfort from the digits, focus there on the water, on the coolness. He would move that finger, in and out push of it between the lovely tiers of her lips, watching that almsot desperate way she would suckle to the digit. His words, not meant to comfort so much as lay down his laws for the creature. He meant them though. He did not wish to see her perished. He would lean his head near hers as he would lean over her, whispering into her ear. "Prepare yourself, slut. This will hurt a bit." His words a cool thing as leaning over her he would push that unevenly shaped bead till it would split her open and pop inside of her, the bumped and jagged surface of it, giving her a mix of pain as well as pressure from how full it would make her little ass feel.He would watch her face intently as the rest of the beads now dangled connected to the one already in her ass. He would lean and place a kiss to the supple curve of her spine, whispering words of encouragement to her flesh. "I must harden you, you are soft and weak and unused to pain. Those who serve in our lands are more apt to take rougher use. You will be trained to accept it and find pleasure in it. You never know when your Lord will allow one such as Chogan or Mordeth..." He would motion towards behind her where two of his own guard would be near the door, watching the man use her flesh. She may have thought they were alone, but now she would know she was being displayed as well as tormented. "to have your ass for a night as a reward. It is one of the finest rewards I can offer my swordbrothers, the use of my property. And oh, if you think I am ungentle with you, you will scream to your gods begging for death. Chogan has fought in eight provings to earn his spot as my guard and swordbrethren and his love for pain and blood is unmatched..."Was his words meant to scare her or was he being truthful. She would have to suss that out, but for now all she would know was the pain of the beads as the warmth of his closeness, both under the empty eyes of the two guards watching. Even as he finished his words, his hands would move, pushing the string of jagged beads to the side, a single finger stroking lightly along the slit of her sex while he lean over her. Hungrily, ravished for it, something to cling to as world was shattered, broken, as form was taken to that cliff, death below, something else behind, what way then? He would speak and then the sensation. Pain. Whisper had warned but could one ..no..She shook against the wood, her eyes closing as she felt her ass set afire, the pucker tender tissure distended and rapped into, bumped and jagged thing bruising and pushing itself into the sweeter lining of soft tissue to come within and become one. Unable to take it without crying out, her eyes widening, wild in the depths as the bead seemed to burrow itself into bowels, finding some uncomfortable resting place. Pucker stretched as it was, would try to slink back into bittered rosebud, what was inside remaining.Pain as pleasure? Weak. The kiss to spine hurt more then what He had wrought against and over body. Words the shocking sickness of it, guards she could not see, not weighted as curls were, only know they were there. Allow anouther. Vomit biled up into throat, reswallowed as she pushed down upon those Fingers within lips, whimpering sick little sounds. Blood, pain, whimpers for death, but Death would not come here would it?Shuddering, trembling splinters fuck filling flesh, and now the new pain, deep inside, burrowed, pucker closed around the threading that held the bead within, captive now within her own form.He stroked finger over slit, over puffy petals, touching her, displayed as she was, and she inwardly screamed out, but no sound would come. Struggle with it, wanting to fade into the darkness but held there, unable to as her eyes remained at a fixed point upon the wall. Could feel it, all of it, nerves sizzled and cracked, popped themselves beyond alertness. Dark smile as those hateful cooed words would come to his lips. "Oh my little fucktoy. You have no idea, pain such as you feel now will seem a warm caress...." That tone, so honeyed the way he spoke to her. A way to break down her very sanity perhaps or did he mean it, was it madness he spoke of, would he leave her a crazed thing? His next words were a hard stark contrast."Chogan, bring me the metal toy." his words a command spoken to his guard and she would hear the man moving behind her, verifying his presence by the steps he took. Something would be handled to the one who was tormenting her and then he would issue another command. Hold her legs splayed nice and wide, I would have he know she is being displayed and watched."Was that a soft chuckle as she would feel the guard's hands now, gripping her hard at the knees and pulling her till she thought she might be split in two. Her tormentor would move, gripping the large metal dildo by the base, and as he would line it up with her cunt, he would chant a soft word, metal coming alive as magic sent it into frantic vibrations. He would place it at her little sex, the beads vibrating a tune against it as he would shove it deep within her sex, both ass as sex, splayed and stuffed. His finger reclaimed as the other hand would take pitcher of water and a stream would be poured slowly along the curve of her spine. He spoke, and the devil was in the words, in the sounds, the way constants noise dripped in honey tones and terror from the mouth. Even the, the way of as He would lean down and she would try to flench away. Breaking of sanity not a hard thing to do when one was subjected to misery. Body jerked, the words once more movement, anouther. He had warned, but had she..no..Breath sucked into nose made nostrils flare, the bit of mucus running down touching the angel's kiss of broken lips as she closed eyes, clenched tight. Go away, go away. Legs moved from the bindings, only to be touched by hands, bigger, wicked things, that callouses marked upon broken flesh and agony was restored with the salt of skin in delicate flesh cut open. Displayed? As if the warmth of touch could even restore want into whores nethers, no not now, her nerves snapping rolling over in spine, the brain forced to take the abuse of it, Pain PAIN PAIN.Split open, the grip of something lined up with flesh and metal would vibrate, could hear it. Dry cunt flesh pushed against the bead inside her ass feeling as if the slightest movement would force it deeper or out the pucker, either way hell. Shoved into slit, the softer velvet of cunt marred, clinging sticking to metal as it was forced inside, ripping in a new way, tearing little fissures into pussy walls that tried to reject it. Nails bit into her own palms, the sudden want to pass out reoccuring, as He would take away finger, leave mouth barren, no more coolness there, only the sudden cold of water against spine, the unmistakable constrictions and convulsions that ripped open little tears in front against the board as she tried to move, tried to escape the chill of water on flesh, against the crack of ass and trickling down to mix blood and pain into its own liquid, splattered slowly off the edge of table to the floor. He knew that the pain she was feeling was more her despair mixed with the fact she had not been used as such before, but he was determined she would grow used to such if it was his whim. She was from the softer lowlanders, they didn't react and behave in the same way that the highland warrior clans did. They were used to softer touches, gentler treatment. It was known as a weakness in their men and a bit of sport in the women should they be captured as this little morsel was.So it was his hand would work, in and out the way he would pump the vibrating bit of metal in and out of her, the feel of it cold and violating as it raped unrelentingly at her insides. Her cries, oh they were a delicious thing to his tormenting heart, but yes, there was a deeper potential in the girl. He would twist the metal back and forth as he would pump it inside her little sex, rolling it with the motion.Her backside would be left wet and cold from where the water had been poured, and as he sat the pitcher aside, his hand would start to impact hard at her little ass, wrapped around the bead and stuff, his slapping would start to turn the wet flesh red from the impacts. he would pause occasionally to knead roughly her supple flesh before he would slap it hard again. Pain and terror, led the trembling form to shuddering agony. Humilation making those nerves snap and pop, adding to the symphony of misery that seemed to overcome thought, hope. Shaking flesh, that He touched, the pumping fucking of metal into the passage that knew only pleasure, now taken away, stripped, the first layers of flesh marred with the rutting into dry socketed slit. She screamed out, couldn't not, hoarse, ravished things that gutteral sound of misery.Twisting only added to it, her ass filled, the blunt grooves and points of bead fucking into ass, into the bowels making her feel it even more, as large bead set itself to burrow within, saved by the other beads that dangled out of ass. Weighted curls maintained their control stopping her from her actions, as the water was set aside.Then the new misery of it. Hand that impacted to ass, making her flesh jiggle, making her front sheer itself against the splintered wood, screams taking on something more primal then just the whimpers of protest. Tits felt it, each splinter breaking off inside to be plucked out later. No permant damage oh no, but the agony of it made her pray for death.He touched, simple gesture in the pain, rubbing the reddened flesh of backside, making bead jolt and jerk, the vibrations of the thick metal cock within screaming searing itself in and out, around and around. Kneading brought little pleasure, only to do it again. Her body forced to bear it, deal with it, no thought allowed within the frame, only the horror of the action. Time would likely lose meaning. There was honestly little pleasure in this for him after a bit. The screams less pleasurable and then merely the work of using her flesh. Still it was something important so he would take that time in the raping of her form, careful to deliver just the right amount of abuse and pain as he would fuck her with the vibrating bit of metal. He would pause after a bit and move to shove a second bead into her ass, bringing no doubt a new batch of screams from the creature whose voice would soon grow hoarse with them. When it would see there was no more to be taken from her he would slow his thrust, moving to leave the dildo wedged up inside her used cunt and he would move to the fire, stoking it, leaving her filled and broken and panting against the wood."You have been coddled little whore. So gently used. Trust me, a woman's body can take and enjoy much worse than you have recieved. But trained as you were. A disservice has been done to you. You are mine now and I will see that ended...." His words spoken, law in them, hard tone.He would move from the fire, holding something in his hand. He would speak behind her to the guard holding her legs still splayed. "Hold her tight. She will writhe worse with this...." And with that he would move beside her. She would feel the toughness of leather pushed between her teeth, just a bare moment before searing pain would be felt at her side. A burning bit of metal pressed to her flesh for a brief moment setting her entire world aflame then pulled back. He would step back, admiring the angry red of the "V" left on her flesh, a nod given then he would turns and motion for his guard to release her. He would take the rest of the pitcher and dump on her flesh, then him and both his guards would leave.Time would lose meaning, was it days or merely hours she was left dangling alone, then somewhere, softer hands would come to her, others he owned, unbinding her, carrying her to be bathed and cleaned, softer then the touched and wrapped in fresh clothing. Shock, wonderful, blissful shock. Overwritting the damage, the second bead inside, the struggling, the screams. Such things screamed out, prayers to God's that did not answer. Vomiting up whatever substance form could take in relieved from it. Body laying there, taking it, the eyes void of emotions, as the jaw chattered mindlessly. He moved, and she felt it. Words, broke through the distance and over came what it must. Remembered.Then the fire, eyes opened as needle point accuracy came within the pools, her lips parting but now not a sound coming from the lips, only the air that would not come or leave, as she felt it. Branding. Burning, angry. To much, her trembling starting before her mind would close itself down, lock it away.Memories, flooded over, the point of time nothing, as she laid back against the stone, the wall, dangling. Hard and hurting. Body on fire bleeded out as it were. Water.The hands that moved her unfelt, body shattered, aching, the pain with just the motion however slight making her cry out to things that could not hear. Eyes clenched down, oh that they did as she was bathed, cleaned, the clothing put upon her. They opened, only after a time, blank stare to the wall, as chin lifted, touching fingers against the line of jaw feeling damage. Lock it away, shove it down, had to, she knew this. Must do this. After a while healers would come to the girl. They were older men, fatherly in truth with tattoo that gave them a strangeness, but the wore their lord's colors. They would spend time chanting near the girl, shaking incenses on her. At first it seemed nothing, but later the first day after they had came she would feel it, wounds closed, after seeming days of healing, aches that should have been present were not there. It was magic, old and tribalistic in some ways, but magic nonetheless. She would be able to see and feel the brand on her hip. His mark in angry raised red flesh. "V" Now it seemed an older branding, but it would be there always.He did not come to see her, and for several days she was left in a locked room. The bed was comfortable, piled with pillows and trays of food were brought to her if she should wish to eat them and fresh water from the local falls. She was not chained, but left free, or as free as the room would allow. On the third night of being held, a veritable army of servants would decend on her. She was scrubbed carefully, force used if she fought it and oils rubbed into her skin. Her hair was pulled into long tight braids with feathers laced into it. She was given a sheer dress, her pert and full flesh seen easily to sway beneath. Then she would be brought to him.He would be setting at his table, eating a bit of lamb. He was less hard seeming than before. He would nod to a chair across from him and when he spoke, it was command. "Sit and eat..." Form was but that of a doll's. Strange eyes followed the older men who came within, not shying from their touch, but giving them no sounds. Broken, aching, those things that marked healing from the flesh, but what remained inside, shattered, pieces thrown where they would be. Hands, splinters, flesh, it would be made whole once more, beautiful and precious as it had once been. Upon the hip, the mark. Looked at then away from, branded and healed into flesh, as if god's angry hand had not been happy with His handiwork, and deemed it marked for the Earth instead of the Heaven's.Days within the room, food came and went, her eyes following those who brought it within. Water touched, no want for the things, the sudden rush of servants within and no fight from her. Merely movement as they would direct her. Body adorned, lotions rubbed within, the dress merely an illusion of cloth, everything seen beneath, the adornment of feathers within the braids only adding to the almost lost expression upon features. Steps, she walked with the servants, one had only to take her elbow and she would move, glide with them.Then Him.Eyes widened, but thoughts remained hidden behind the barrier that torment and shock had allowed. He ate, and motioned to the chair and form, as full as it was, as delicate as it was, would move glide towards the chair that He had appointed. Her body alighted to it, eyes lowered to the line of table, expressionless as a doll, but warm, soft, the compelling nature of gaze given to fixated point, let the escaping curls from braid frame features as she would rest her hands within her lap. Eat He said, as if it were so simple.Fingers moved out, plucking up a slight morsel to put it within lips, obeying of course. Trying to find some comfort within the memories of far before, the realization what it was, gone. Orbs flickered, a snap of something deeper as she lowered her head, gaze rising to look at Him. Tormenter. No hate left within the form, instead merely an accounting, cold as it was. Emotionless features, however beautiful they were, her fingers plucking up utensil to draw it over a bit of meat, sliver plucked from plate and placed within lips, doing as instructed. He would continue to finsih his food, ignoring her presence for a time before he would find his fill, then he would look at her, watching as she haltingly obeyed his command. He watched the way she moved. Stuttered movements, though it was clear the healers had done their work well. Her features no longer bore the marr of splintered marks. He would hmm, then interupt her midbite with command issued."Whore, come here to me..."He would push his chair back from the table, motioning for her to find her knees before him. Then he would place his hands, palm outwards towards her, his fingers splayed."Now, girl. Clean your Master's fingers with your tongue and lips. Trust me in this little one. You want to satisfy me in your efforts at this task."Cold grey orbs would watch her, waiting and as always weighing and appraising her as if she were a thing that held or did not hold a value to him. She was now his property, his thing after all as he had said. He finished, and she obeyed the command to eat. Amber colored pools, flecked with green would shift down to the plate before her, delicate things fingers which plucked off morsels to feed to lips. Silence, even in movement, graceful, thanks to the Healer's, but pristine in their purpose. He spoke, and she would place the piece from mouth back to plate. Whore. So be it.Body moved, and He motioned, command obeyed, the curves set about into motion to glide upon hands and knee's crawling movement sway of hips, presentation taught at the command of anouther, but so be it. Devil's whim, survival had it's cost. He spoke, and once again the word trust was spat from His lips and she winced unseen at the tone. Russet curls bathed forwards as head lowered, tongue flickered out to lap from the fingers the juice of meat, lips set to the side ass up, shoulders down from the bend on elbows.He stated to use tongue and lips, so hands remained splayed to the ground, her chin bumping to the knuckles on right hand first her tongue lapping out to clean within the crevice, working over the digits themselves as lips sealed and suckled to the digits. Let Him watch, view what was needed. Survival, oh that in truth what drove her, each little lapping kiss, each heady suckle to the tips of fingers, as her tongue darted to and fro to clean about upon the salted skin.

{Ex} Blessings in disguise (for Keridance_Vilnius)

[NSFW] - [RP OOC] Welcome to the Hive (Alien(1979) HEAVY AU)

Junior Chief Financial Officer Kasia Saxe let out a huff of irritation at the letter before her.Those damn old men pass off anything even remotely difficult on me, I swear. Mumbling some rather colorfully constructed obscenities, she reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of her face, accidentally brushing across the pointed tip of her ear as she did s--a rippling, thrumming bolt of purepleasurerippled through her, a flush racing across her face as her panties began to moisten.FUCK! The diminishing returns are showing already. Dammit, I need my emergency meds.Her breath coming in jagged gasps, she groped in her purse, pulling out a hypodermic needle.With one swift motion, she stabbed herself in the leg and pressed down the plunger.She sat for a moment, chest heaving, as her senses slowly returned. With a shaky hand, she grabbed the phone on her desk, and, hesitating only a moment, punched in a number.“James, this is Kasia. The serum’s already starting to lose effectiveness. That plan we talked about, involving Mu Arae? Start it. Now.”“Kasia, if the board hears about this, there will be hell to pay.”“DAMN THE BOARD, James! We’re selling a product that’s a ticking time bomb. We NEED a solution, and we need it YESTERDAY!”With that, she hung up the phone, cradling her head in her hands as she began to cry.PREEMPTIVE TAGS TIME: [genderbender] [yuri] [lactation] [transformation] [body modification] [monstergirl] [femdom] [elf] [dark skin] [hypnosis/mind control]Hello, deviants, degenerates, and perverts of all ages over the age for you to legally do this stuff! I’m a friendly soul dropping by to start an RP, in an incredibly modified version of the universe from theAlienfranchise!First, some rules: Shouldn't have to say this but I'll do it anyway: no underage characters. If you’re into something, and can get either me to write an NPC doing that with you, or can get another player to agree, then you can go in. Don’t force your kinks on people. This is not gonna be a serious, dark RP. I’d really rather you don’t try to take it that way if at all possible. This one’s more a guideline than a rule, though. Don’t be an asshole, have one. There’s a difference. Respect your fellow players. We’re all here to have fun, so let’s try to do so. You, the player, will take the role of one of the eponymous aliens, with a few… major alterations, the most important of those being: Spoiler: Surprise! Yes, that’s right! You’re less alien killing machine, and more… monstergirl… lewding machine? I’ll get with my PR department and workshop something better there later.Long story short, you’re part of a hive of xenogirls that has, somehow (probably Weyland-Yutani), been started on the planet Mu Arae, smack in the middle of the outer reaches of space. It’s a lovely planet, almost a tropical island paradise, in fact. It’s your job to increase your numbers, and welcome many, many more sisters to your wonderful hive. Hopefully, you’re asking how you accomplish that, and, seeing as this is QQ we’re on here, the answer is as lewdly as possible.So: let’s get some world knowledge out of the way. If you know a lot about theAlienfranchise, prepare to be pissed off, sorry.Weyland-Yutani has created a new, wonderful industry: gene modding. Go to one of their clinics, and become the person you want to be! Even better, become whatever you want to be. Change gender? Sure. Fix those things you don’t like about yourself? Sure. Become a catgirl? Sure. This technology, unfortunately for everyone involved, is costly and, most importantly, volatile. You need a counterserum every once in a while in order to remain a sane, functioning human being! But you don’t really need to know much about that. The serum was created usinggenetic information from a xenogirl-a human, infected by a facehumper (it’s like a facehugger, but lewd, don’t worry about it), that has become, well, a monstergirl. Their DNA is very malleable, and is also volatile (you’ll get cool upgrades and extra abilities later).Now, about those xenogirls. In the interest of complicating everything and making you as indecisive as possible, there are a few choices available to you. First, let’s quickly show you the hive hierarchy: Spoiler: Hive Hierarchy Now, let’s go through that, one at a time.For almost all of these types, note that the image I’m presenting is intended to give an idea of general body shape alone. You’ll have control over your more...chitinous parts, and face and some other stuff (we’ll get to how your faceclaim works later, because it’s a little weird) Spoiler: Queen(ONLY ONE) Again, body shape here, people. As the queen, you lead the hive. You have many abilities, but your true power lies in your leadership. You’ll be dictating general strategy and sending out patrols, some of which can certainly include other player characters. Abilities: Lust aura: xenos and foes alike stricken with an insatiable lust when too close Stronger milk: like drones, but vastly more addictive, will convert humans into any variant xeno. limited uses. We can rebuild her: once per month, can modify any xenogirl into another variant. Takes 1 week. Further changes to the same person double recovery time every change. Kneel: immense mental pressure renders all but the mentally strongest unable to move in her presence until allowed Gush: can give others a massive boost to fluid production, fluids function like drone milk. Limited uses. The queen is the strongest piece: most special effects are automatically applied to royal guard in combat (ie gush, similar later enhancements, etc), but only if the queen also joins in. Does not consume limited uses. Finger Fun: masturbation to orgasm causes all xenogirls currently in the hive to orgasm as well. Slutformer: Can, occasionally, force the “slutformed” modifier onto a target. Very limited use, and doesn’t work on players without their consent. You can also use this to reverse this process. ​ Option: Ovipositor want to lay facehumper eggs in xenogirls? Or humans? Go ahead. Spoiler: Praetorian As a praetorian, you serve as the iron shield of the hive. Your strength is great, and you have a retracting chitin armor that protects you in combat. As the second most important caste in the hive, you’ll probably be very snooty and demanding of your subordinates. Abilities: Give in: short ranged psionic pulse that fills humans and lower xenos in range with the uncontrollable desire to submit to the authority of the praetorian. Amazon: Praetorians are strong, and can take a lot of punishment. You can rip weaker doors right off their hinges, and have chitin armor that lets you ignore melee attacks and small-caliber ranged weapons. Sadist: causing pain gets you all sorts of hot and bothered, but brings you to new heights of strength. After a while, you might be able to uproot trees or punch through walls. [amazonian, dominance, noblewoman laugh, sadism] Spoiler: Quaerae (ray) As a ray, you have a very special task in the hive. Your tail contains a dangerous venom, capable of putting almost anyone into a trance-like state, making them incredibly susceptible to mental alteration. You work on all new converts, and make sure they have feelings of devotion and love for the hive and your queen. You’ll also act as a sort of secret police force, reinforcing the mental changes of other xenos if necessary. Abilities: You may feel a slight pinch: Incredibly sharp, needle-thin tail filled with chemicals that remove the will to resist and render the injected incredibly susceptible to mental reconditioning. Acupuncture: using a small amount of their venom, they can rejuvenate their fellow hive members, boosting their physical abilities (strength, speed, etc), intensely arousing them, and having rejuvenative effects. [hypnosis] Spoiler: Venator A venator, similar to a praetorian, is a monster in close combat. You, however, are not a steel wall, but a raging typhoon. Strength and speed are your greatest advantages, and getting hurt only serves to increase your abilities. A strange quirk of your biology makes you crave to serve praetorians more than anything else outside of combat. Abilities: Hurt me Plenty: whereas Praetorians rely on armor, Venators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery: Venators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorians) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Venator horny all day. Bottom Bitch: Any attention from praetorians or the queen leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near praetorians. You might find it humiliating...or arousing. (OPTIONAL) Hands-free: if you really want to be subservient, this optional ablilty makes you unable to cum without another person’s help. [tomboy, sub, amazonian] Spoiler: retriever Retrievers make excellent shock forces. Incredibly quick and adept at crawling on walls and ceilings, you use your speed to rush down targets. Your secretions are perfect for incapacitating a human, eating through any armor and leaving them almost paralyzed by lust, but you’re almost always horny. Abilities: Drip...Drip...Drip: Bodily fluids are highly corrosive to clothing and armor, but act as an aphrodisiac on flesh Like a faucet: you’re pretty much always horny. This isn’t really something that helps you out, just gives you a headache. Wall crawler: special pads on your hands, feet, and knees let you walk on walls...or the ceiling. [animalistic, lots of fluids, petplay] Spoiler: Drone Drones care for the hive, feeding them milk and acting somewhat as mother figures, especially for lower castes. Their milk is delicious, yet addictive to some, and causes higher thought processes to severely diminish while nursing, leaving your target ripe for altering their mental state. As for humans, your milk will also slowly convert them into basic xenogirls. Abilities: Milky Momma: Your breast milk is hypnotic and addictive, which keeps humans pliant and docile until a facehumper can be used on them. If they’re not converted by a facehumper, they gradually transform into a basic Xenogirl. The process takes about two weeks. Xenos will find themselves rendered docile as with humans, but no transformative effects occur on them. Mild pheromones: combined with gentle cooing, you can lure humans close to you, which is perfect range to wrap them up in your motherly embrace. [mommy dom, lactation, slight MC, Chubby] Spoiler: Cogitator(cog) Cogs bring the brainpower to the hive. As a cog, you’ll mainly be in charge of using and maintaining captured human technology, especially vehicles. Some cogs like to stay alone in their labs, working on lewd devices they think will be fun for everyone. Brash and assertive while in control, your personality does a dramatic 180 when out and about in the hive. You also have what amounts to a variable-power taser in your tail, so that’s pretty cool, I’d say. Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionics to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenos Zap-happy: Tails are small and thin, but are quick and can deliver a disorienting shock. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? [toys, switch, electrostim] Spoiler: the Slutformed that guy who complains about everything said: hey you went out of order you dipshitClick to expand... Congrats! Now go sit in a corner because there’s a method to my madness. The slutformed, technically “betas” but everyone calls them “slutformed” because it sounds better, aren’t a true “caste” like the rest. Sure, they do occupy the lowest spot in the hierarchy, but you’re not a “slutformed.” “Slutformed” is a descriptor, so one could see a “slutformed cog” or a “slutformed praetorian.” As a slutformed, you’ll get to choose a base type, then add some special modifiers to your character which will make your life miserable, unless you’re into being the subbiest sub to ever sub. Abilities: The queen is blocked from choosing this modifier. Hands Free: The slutformed xeno finds it impossible to bring herself to orgasm. Bottled Up: the slutformed xeno finds that her arousal never fades away unless she orgasms. Tailpussy: your normal tail is replaced with a tailpussy. Look, I’m not sugarcoating this. This one’s on you if you pick it. [sub, denial] Finally, castes I highly advise against playing: Spoiler: basic Xenogirl These are basic xenogirls. Nothing special to see here. You can play one, sure, but why? Spoiler: milk-addled These are humans that haven’t been transformed. Yet. I guess you could play one if you really wanted? FInally, all xenogirls have parts of themselves covered in a chitin-like substance, and black, segmented alien tails. If your tail has a special feature, it’s noted in your class. Otherwise, it’s mostly just there.Now, the most important part: The character sheetBUT FIRST! Faceclaims, and how they work. For your faceclaim, you are choosing who you werebeforeyou became a member of this hive. Your face will remain similar to what you chose, but your body shape will be affected by your caste, as shown above, but you can go above and beyond it if you want. Note any changes in your “appearance” section, as described below.On to the sheet:Character Name: (you’re an OC)Caste: (if slutformed, note that before the caste name, ie “slutformed cog”)Abilities: (just copy them over)Appearance: (do you vary from the typical body shape? How much chitin and other fun non-skin stuff do you have on you? NOTE: Thanks to an interaction between Wey-Yut gene editing tech and the xenogirl infection, you can have animal/etc features.)Bio: (tell me a lil about yourself. You can either be a member of a xeno-worshipping cult, a low-level Wey-Yut employee that was quickly infected, or one of the few “seed infected” with an earlier story)Quirks: (do you talk with a ridiculous southern accent? Do you refuse to lewd anyone with dog ears? What makes youyou?)Finally, we have a discord server! Come join us, you perverts. [reserved] Character: Jessica "Head Bitch" HardyCaste: Your RightfulQueenAbilities: Lust aura: xenos and foes alike stricken with an insatiable lust when too close Stronger milk: like drones, but vastly more addictive, will convert humans into any variant xeno. limited uses. We can rebuild her: once per month, can modify any xenogirl into another variant. Takes 1 week. Further changes to the same person double recovery time every change. Kneel: immense mental pressure renders all but the mentally strongest unable to move in her presence until allowed Gush: can give others a massive boost to fluid production, fluids function like drone milk. Limited uses. The queen is the strongest piece: most special effects are automatically applied to royal guard in combat (ie gush, similar later enhancements, etc), but only if the queen also joins in. Does not consume limited uses. Finger Fun: masturbation to orgasm causes all xenogirls currently in the hive to orgasm as well. Slutformer: Can, occasionally, force the “slutformed” modifier onto a target. Very limited use, and doesn’t work on players without their consent. You can also use this to reverse this process. Appearance: A blonde ridiculously stacked Xenogirl with green eyes and moving chitinous plates forming a bikini. She has slut claws, a dripping retractable ovipositer above her pussy, and a large tail that can either split a woman or man or two or just steal their heart. Her Bikini plates can also expand into full chitin battle armor. Has Elf Ears.Bio: Jessica Hardy wasn't always the dangerously cunning, sadistic, domineering, caring, and kinky walking controversy of a Queen she was today. No, once upon a time she was the dangerously cunning, sadistic, domineering, caring, and kinky jealous twin of the planetary governor. Now that she has been transformed into what she feels she was always meant to be, she feels the need to make her sister and niece join her in her new bliss. Preferably as fellow Queens beneath her boot.Converting the entire planet and then the stars beyond are just ambitious side projects really.Quirks: In the past the Queen of the Hive has been known to break a Praetorian into a Tsundere mess just because she felt like it. Sometimes she has been known to utterly mentally warp one of her favorite toys and then win a huge victory directly afterwards with the toy's new upgrades. Everyone in the Hive is both a toy and a cherished love one to her. Maybe that's why Sliutforming has become the standard punishment.Jessica's Ovipositor is versatile. At a default it is one foot long and three inches wide, but she can adjust it's size and shape, in addition to moving it without moving her hips in a prehensile manner. Spoiler: Jessica Hardy Hmm. I'm super tempted, but I'm not sure I have the time. Oh well. :/ Name: Skyler Hill Caste: Quaerae Abilities: You may feel a slight pinch: Incredibly sharp, needle-thin tail filled with chemicals that remove the will to resist and render the injected incredibly susceptible to mental reconditioning. Acupuncture: using a small amount of their venom, they can rejuvenate their fellow hive members, boosting their physical abilities (strength, speed, etc), intensely arousing them, and having rejuvenative effects. Appearance:Hard, black chitin runs from her feet to mid-thigh, tapering out from the knee such that the inner thigh is fully skin. Similar chitin coats her arms up to just past the elbow, giving her an appearance of wearing socks and boots. Her torso is wrapped with a softer coating, appearing similar to a corset. Her eyes have changed, gaining vertical slits, and now shine with an almost predatory glee. She does, however, retain her darker skin tone and fluffy cat ears. Bio: A low-level Weyland-Yutani employee who was secretly part of a xeno-worshipping cult. Skyler was one of the first of the planet's inhabitants to be converted. Now, she has an almost religious reverence for her queen, and lives to ensure order and happiness are enforced throughout the hive, and soon, the stars! Quirks: Skyler speaks with a lilting, teasing tone no matter the situation, but has a tendency to play with her hair when she's nervous. She sees her duties to the hive as divine duties assigned to her directly by the queen, and performs them accordingly.removed to attempt to keep my own sanity. Character Name: Sophie MilesCaste: Cogitator (Cog)Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionics to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenos Zap-happy: Tails are small and thin, but are quick and can deliver a disorienting shock. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? Appearance: Spoiler Chitin covers her arms and legs, a line down her spine connecti g to her tail, that leads up to a sort of collar at the back of her neck. Around the face in places as well, though mostly untouched.She also has a cock now to join her pussy, large, meaty and willing to fuck any other xeno girls in-between projects.Bio: A shy, nerdy girl who was always hesistant to interact with the outside world thanks to her school years, and was very much a late bloomer. After that she had mostly stayed at home, helping to find a living from home rather successfully, when she wasn't indulging her anime, or pornographic material. Then she got kidnapped out of the blue...and well, here she is now.Quirks: Not much one for electrocution, ironically given her current caste. Unless the person she's fucking likes and asks for it of course~Reallylikes the Drones...like, a lot.A lot of the toys she makes are...very suited to her very lewd tastes.Even when in charge, comes off as firm and gentle, guiding her partners to do what she wants...tough her actions are very, veryrough~ Character Name: "Shikyou" (Formerly Dr. Church)Caste: RetrieverAbilities: - Drip...Drip...Drip: Bodily fluids are highly corrosive to clothing and armour, but act as an aphrodisiac on flesh- Like a faucet:You’re pretty much always horny. This isn’t really something that helps you out, just gives you a headache.- Wallcrawler: Special pads on your hands, feet, and knees let you walk on walls...or the ceiling.Appearance: Spoiler Smaller compared to average xeno-girl, Shikyou is a lithe xeno-girl with long black hair and crimson eyes that shines mysteriously. Her chitin forms into a pair of thigh highs/opera gloves and a thin leotard. Unlike most xeno-girl though, Shikyou wears a black sailor uniform and long scarf. These are actually just another layer of chitin that can be set aside but not completely removed.Bio: A former Weyland-Yutani scientist, Dr. Church studied the Xeno-Girls under their order and support. After an accident by Weyland-Yutani claimed the lives of her family and leaving her as the sole survivor, her mind becomes unstable. Which combined with exposure toward Xeno-Girls and finding out more about Weyland-Yutani, she became devoted to her research and swore vengeance.While Dr. Church slowly climbed up the ranks, she secretly sabotaged the company and caused many outbreaks until she got her own laboratory on Mu Arae. There, she conducted secret research about Xeno-Girl without anyone else knowing. She also throughout her machination, got an up and coming scientist Alexis Lynn to help her "Study" without the younger scientist even knowing. At first, Dr. Church only saw Alexis as a tool, just another step toward her revenge but she slowly developed feelings toward Alexis. A twisted motherly love as she saw Alexis as her own child and becoming overprotective of her, even if the younger scientist never noticed.Time goes by for Church as she continues to spend her life with her new "child" but it all came crushing when she knew of the growing Xeno-Cultist on Mu Arae. At first, she only joined the cult because it amused her about a cult revolves around xenogirls. However, when she noticed they want and will bring Xenogirls here, Dr. Church's mind completely broken down as that means her new life and child will be in danger. She knew that it only the matter of time until this planet completely overtaken by xenogirls, so her twisted mind came upon an answer. If you can fight them, join them but on your term.And so, just a few days before the "Ascension" day for the Cultist supposedly comes, she transformed herself and Alexis with modified Facehumpers.Quirks: Never stops smiling smugly and communicating mostly through humming, Shikyou is extremely erratic in nature. Sometimes she acts like aloof and emotionless before suddenly turned Lovey-Dovey, sometimes she is mischievous sadist before act like a power-bottom. Most of the time she is just lazing around the hive or mysteriously doing something for reasons unknown. Character Name:Eliza PassioneAge:28Caste:DroneAbilities: Milky Momma: Your breast milk is hypnotic and addictive, which keeps humans pliant and docile until a facehumper can be used on them. If they’re not converted by a facehumper, they gradually transform into a basic Xenogirl. The process takes about two weeks. Xenos will find themselves rendered docile as with humans, but no transformative effects occur on them. Mild pheromones: combined with gentle cooing, you can lure humans close to you, which is perfect range to wrap them up in your motherly embrace. Appearance: Spoiler: Pre-Infection Drone Carapace takes the form of a skin-tight almost bodysuit covering most of them. Unlike most Xenogirls it is soft, almost squishy, and perfect to snuggle up other Xenogirls with. It's not the best for actual Combat of course, but it's great for the Lewdness that is so central to the Xenogirls. The other abilities of Drones and physical augmentation of the Xenogirls usually make up for the deficiencies anyways. Infection and Conversion has enhanced her figure even further, causing growth of her breasts and other assets, addition of a bit more motherly, chubby figure (moreso than she already had), and the granting of breast milk. Her skintight Carapace Covering covers just about her whole body up to her head, covering her mouth still. She can un-cover herself very quickly whenever she wants though, allowing her to retract it to fuck, kiss, or breastfeed others.Bio:Eliza was originally a Colonial Marine, for a decent few years of her life, under contract by Weyland Yutani. Eventually when she was getting tired of that though, she was offered, and took, a cushy desk job from Wey-Yut. She was even lucky enough to land a job on one of the Resort worlds, so she never even really had to travel for her new career. She was eventually, however, swept up in the plans of a seperate department of Wey-Yut that didn't own the world.She, despite being only a middling office job worker in the company, had met with an executive of one of the other branches, who told her a great deal of information, and told her that her department was watching Eliza with great interest. The information she was told about? Primarily about the Xenogirls. That information awakened a sort of lewd fire inside the girl. She found herself increasingly enamored with the things. Eventually, she told others, giving into her own fantasies and the like, idolizing the things.This was the start of the Xeno-Cult. Her and her fellow worshipers idolized them together in private, on breaks, on vacations. Mu Arae was already fairly lewd of a world, most of it's populace on vacations leading to a hedonistic, lewder-than-normal lifestyle off the bat, making it wonderful breeding grounds for such a cult. She stayed in semi-normal contact with the Executive, who funded and even encouraged the cult activities. Eventually, she told Eliza that perhaps the department could give them the Salvation she had come to begin seeking through them.Immunity to Age, unparalleled Lewdness, enhanced physique... it all seemed so perfect to the Cult Leader. She gleefully accepted, and mere weeks later, the Cult gained a shipment of Xeno Eggs, as well as several Xenogirls, and even a Queen! It was a dream come true for Eliza. And soon after, her and her Cult finally Ascended into the perfect forms of the Xenogirls. They had a new objective now, to Spread. To Share this Glorious Love, and to gain all sorts of new Sisters to Love, Spoil, and Fuck~.Quirks:Quite eagerly gave into the motherly instincts that becoming a Drone gave her, making her a model of a perfect Drone. Motherly, Sweet, extremely lewd as always, and devout to the Hive. Was formerly a Marine, so has surprisingly good combat instincts for her Caste. Enjoys eating when she's not fucking. The two could probably mix pretty well but she's not sure yet. Fanatical devotion to the Hive and the ideals of the Xenogirls, caused by her being the focal figure and leader of the Cult used to seed the infection. Vaguely still knows about weapons but doesn't really care for them anymore after a few years of a desk job and a Xenogirl infection. Has a fetish for hypnosis and other mental fuckery, something that made her figuring out all she could do as a Drone extra pleasurable and wonderful for her, as it was a dream come true. Character Name: Wally GreeneCaste: VenatorAbilities: Hurt me Plenty: Whereas Praetorians rely on armor, Venators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery: Venators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorians) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Venator horny all day. Bottom Bitch: Any attention from praetorians leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near praetorians. You might find it humiliating...or arousing. Appearance: Spoiler Chitin of various thickness covers her in a pattern similar to armor. The chitin is densest around the shins and forearms, forming equivalents to greaves and vambraces, and is less dense around the abdomen where it forms into abs. The rest of her carapace is less dense, looking more like a skintight suit molded to show the musculature of her body, from her large biceps to her powerful legs.Bio: Formerly a scrawny low-level technician, someone who felt inferior to all the bigger guys and the strength they had. Had themisfortune to be one of the first people to deal with a shipment that turned out to be the xenogirl eggs, and one of the first to take a 'humper to the face. Now he's a she, has all the strength that she wanted beforehand, and is eager to serve her Queen.Quirks: Fond of testing out her new strength by lifting heavy items, carrying large objects, lifting fellow xenogirls, snuggling xenogirls under her arms, etc. Owing to her former life as a technician, she shows curiosity about human devices and technologies, though she doesn't have the intelligence or tinkering drive of a Cog. Since she's never had this kind of power as a human, she's fearlessly reckless in a fight, almost to the point of overconfidence. DrStrangeLove said: ↑ Hmm. I'm super tempted, but I'm not sure I have the time. Oh well. :/Click to expand... This isn't going to be a fast, quickly changing RP, I don't think, so you're welcome to play a little slow. I know already I'm gonna start getting backed up around early April due to classes, which will slow me down. I don't see any issue with you posting slowly if you have the interest. Hmm definitely watching this don’t know if i’ll join though Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ This isn't going to be a fast, quickly changing RP, I don't think, so you're welcome to play a little slow. I know already I'm gonna start getting backed up around early April due to classes, which will slow me down. I don't see any issue with you posting slowly if you have the interest.Click to expand... Hmmm, maybe. Where the game taking place? here, or on the discord? :/ DrStrangeLove said: ↑ Hmmm, maybe. Where the game taking place? here, or on the discord? :/Click to expand... Plan is to have it here. I don't find Discord a particularly good place to have an RP. Too much scrolling, and post size limits. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ Plan is to have it here. I don't find Discord a particularly good place to have an RP. Too much scrolling, and post size limits.Click to expand... Yeah, sounds about right. XD Character Name: SandraCaste: VenatorAbilities:Hurt me Plenty:whereas Praetorians rely on armor, Venators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are.Tomgirlfoolery:Venators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorians) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Venator horny all day.Bottom Bitch:Any attention from praetorians leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near praetorians. You might find it humiliating...or arousing.(OPTIONAL) Hands-free:if you really want to be subservient, this optional ablilty makes you unable to cum without another person’s help.Appearance: Spoiler: Pre xeno She stands at a height of 6'2 and is quite muscular compared to some but rather average by Venator standards, she has light brown fox ears and a matching tail both of which are very fluffy and incredibly sensitive.Her armour is a tough but smooth thing, closer to leather than chitin, embedded into her skin that went around her leg, from her feet to just above her knees, before turning into normal skin before resuming into a small piece of armour, not unlike human 'booty shorts', the pussy is covered by a piece of regular chitin that is retractable, so is the anus, the armour continues up the waist and around the stomach which is exposed showing off her abs and belly button, the armour goes from their hands to just below their shoulders showing off their biceps, it comes together from her sides and back around her small breasts covering them, though only at the bottom of their breasts up to their nipples, they armour goes around their breasts and over their neck, exposing their upper back.Bio: Sandra was a simple person with simple needs, they were employed in the military as a ground trooper, they never advanced far and was only an average soldier. Eventually they were discharged from the military due to a series of conflicts with their commanding officer and ended up working as a security for Weyland-Yutani shipments, they didn't do that for long though, as after a dozen or so shipments they were grabbed by their boss and the next thing they knew a face-humper was forced onto them and they became who they are today, a Venator in service to their amazing Queen.Quirks: she is fascinated by human technology and what it can do even if she has no ability with it whatsoever, it has lots of pleasurable applications after all. She enjoys cuddling with other Xenogirls so much that it's not uncommon for her to hug others randomly, she is often sweet and caring when interacting with those lower than her in the hive hierarchy and enjoys spending time with them. Even with her sweet attitude, when it comes down to it she loves it rough. She adores it when people play with her fox features. Character Name: Vicky PusseCaste: PraetorianAbilities: Give in: short ranged psionic pulse that fills humans and lower xenos in range with the uncontrollable desire to submit to the authority of the praetorian. Amazon: Praetorians are strong, and can take a lot of punishment. You can rip weaker doors right off their hinges, and have chitin armor that lets you ignore melee attacks and small-caliber ranged weapons. Sadist: causing pain gets you all sorts of hot and bothered, but brings you to new heights of strength. After a while, you might be able to uproot trees or punch through walls. Appearance: Spoiler Vicky’s Chitin armor resembles to what she used to wear during her matches, a Black bra covering her bust but leaving her Back visible, A pair of gauntlets that tend in claws perfect to rip through any pesky clothing. alongside a nice pair of leg covering that leave her clawed toes free to see. a mawashi with a retractable front, and finally a long prehensile tail that ends up in a blunt tip for sexy time.Bio: The eldest daughter of a Family of four that moved to Mu Arae, Vicky was an up and coming wrestler before a Fan introduced her to the Xenomorph cult, where her eyes were opened to the glory of the Star-gods, using her natural charisma and deep pockets, she quickly rose in the ranks of the cult, until she was given the honor of becoming a Praetorian, the royal guardian of the Queen herself.Quirks: A big sister Bully type of Person, Vicky Likes use a sweet yet condensing tone with those she sees as her inferior, but when faced with a superior(The queen or an Elder Praetorian) acts Shyly, as a leftover of her time as a wrestler she enjoys to get her prey in grabs while dominating them. Character Name:Hans Müller - Eyea.Caste:Venator.Abilities: Hurt me Plenty: whereas Praetorians rely on armor, Venators rely on speed. Taking hits in battle will cause their senses to go into overdrive, making them even faster and stronger than they already are. Tomgirlfoolery: Venators care deeply about other members of the hive. Spending enough time with any other hive subtype (except the Queen or Praetorians) and pleasuring them causes the hive-mate to produce extra fluids (additional use of limited abilities), but leaves the Venator horny all day. Bottom Bitch: Any attention from praetorians leaves you in near-orgasmic bliss for hours. In addition, while retractable plates cover your holes, they remain constantly open when near praetorians. You might find it humiliating...or arousing. Appearance: Spoiler Due to her transformation, much of her exoskeleton are centered around her stomach, forming a full pseudo-corset, covering her private areas as well. Though her arms and legs are not without cover, it is much less than on her body.Bio:Working on as a technician for Wayland-Yutani, Hans made an easy life for himself as a corporate spy. Though luck run out one day after he accidentally copied the wrong files, making him easy to track down. Now a test subject for the WY, he was turned into woman during his transformation.Quirks:Coming from a long line of German Nationalists, Hans speaks in a thick German accent which makes it difficult to understand sometimes. Unlike many others in the hive, Eyea has had a hard time accepting her role in the hierarchy, clutching to her past as a man and a human. rapatatat said: ↑ Character Name: Wally Greene Caste: VenatorClick to expand... Letmebefree said: ↑ Character Name: Sandra Caste: VenatorClick to expand... Chancellor said: ↑ Character Name: Hans Müller - Eyea. Caste: Venator.Click to expand... Wow, venator sure is popular! For now, I'm closing venator as an option, though you're all good. Character Name:Maria SevalteAge:26Caste: Cogitator (Cog)Abilities: Mindfuck: Psionics to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenos Zap-happy: Tails are small and thin, but are quick and can deliver a disorienting shock. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? Appearance:(No picture because I can't find a good one, and I like words better anyway) Tall and tan, Maria is not an athlete but is still unusually fit. She has black hair and green eyes, and an easy smile. She's also a futa, by way of Weyland-Yutani gene treatments, and extremely glad for the decrease in her gender dysphoria. Post change, she has a black carapace up her spine and along the backs of her arms and the tops of her feet up to her knees, and up the center of her chest. She wears her hair in a long single braid down to the small of her back, and has retractable claws and a retractable tail spike.Bio: Suffering from gender dysphoria most of her life, Maria pursued a career in mathematics, and made some important theoretical breakthroughs that assisted in the creation of Weyland-Utani's gene treatments, though she doesn't actually know the details. All she knows is that they gave her research grants and a free vacation for her trouble, and have another list of theoretical math problems they're asking her to solve for them afterwards.Quirks:Maria is a gentle soul, concerned with the welfare of those around her, though she does have a dominant streak. Though the practical design of technology has never been something she's studied, math and engineering are topics she's been interested in, and thus a place as a cog is perfectly fitting. She has a particular interest in the hives biotechnology, and is eager to develop upon it. She's also very sexual, though she can be somewhat picky about the details. Still, if you understand what she likes and doesn't like, it's usually pretty straightforward to reduce her to a quivering puddle, or tempt her into doing such to you.Note:I would like to roleplay my characters transformation. I amsuper interested in this, but I've got a quick question before I start putting together a character. Under the hypothetical circumstance that someone were to take Slutformed, does the Tailpussy stack with or overwrite other tail abilities? Hakazin said: ↑ I am super interested in this, but I've got a quick question before I start putting together a character. Under the hypothetical circumstance that someone were to take Slutformed, does the Tailpussy stack with or overwrite other tail abilities?Click to expand... Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ Tailpussy: your normal tail is replaced with a tailpussy. Click to expand... That would overwrite other tail abilities. Character Name:Alexis 'Lexy' LynnAge:19Caste:Slutformed CogAbilities: Mindfuck: Psionics to some extent. Able to assault the minds of their foes with an overload of lewd imagery; also allows control of large groups of lesser xenos. Tailpussy: your normal tail is replaced with a tailpussy. Maintainer: You’re great at maintaining tech, once you get to know it, but the only thing you can create is stuff designed to get you and your sisters off. Sure you could make something else, but why would you? Hands Free: The slutformed xeno finds it impossible to bring herself to orgasm. Bottled Up: The slutformed xeno finds that her arousal never fades away unless she orgasms. Appearance:Shorter than average, with long purple-black hair and blue eyes that need glasses. Thin, and somewhat unfit. Alternately appears to be completely unaware of and scared stiff by other people. Flat chest, cute ass, andhada penis. Transformation removed the cock, gave her a pussy, bumped her chest up to an A-cup, and rendered her as fit as possible without giving her any obvious muscle, though it notably didnotfix her eyesight. Chitin forms what is effectivelybondage gear, consisting of thigh-high boots, elbow-length bridal gauntlets, a chastity belt, ribcage-covering top, and collar, with connecting chitin along the spine and up the neck, back of arms, and a garter belt around the waist. Sections of chitin can be removed by sliding to the side or folding away, but not by Alexis herself, with enough space to store things in when closed. In addition, the chitin has many looping protrusions that can be used to connect bondage gear, with major ones being located on the wrists, ankles, collar, behind the ears, elbows, and knees.Alexis still attempts to habitually wear clothes over the chitin. Spoiler: Appearance Bio:Had Alexis been in any other position, she probably would have been able to work out she was trans a lot earlier. However, as the only child of a pair of ladder-climbing Weyland-Yutani executives, she was treated with an experimental gene mod to increase her intelligence and locked into an effective career path at an early age, with no time allotted for meaningless personal matters. Tracked into a Weyland-Yutani research group, she quickly managed to catch the attention of Dr. Church, an accomplished Weyland-Yutani researcher. Alexis got brought onto her 'research team', which in effect consisted only of the two of them, located on the backwater planet of Mu Arae. Although technically they were focused on other areas of study, Dr. Church convinced her that the local alien lifeforms were also worth studying.Unbeknownst to her, Dr. Church had ulterior motives for the program. The 'local life forms' she was studying were in fact the local population of Xenogirls, the senior scientist having a fascination with the species. Alexis, being unfamiliar with the species or their dangers, signed off on every request for specimens brought to her. This continued for quite some time, but consequences eventually made themselves felt. One day, an experiment gone haywire eventually resulted in Alexis finding herself being held down by her colleague as a facehumper wormed its way around her neck. The betrayal combined with the transformation exposing her gender identity, and she's now an emotional powderkeg in a new, unfamiliar body.Quirks:Intelligent, utterly neurotic, and practically unable to interact with people at this point. Tended to follow orders even before transformation. Academically understands the idea of sex, but has absolutely no 'practical experience', as it were. Previous emotional starvation means that Lexy's really,reallyclingy. Extremely annoyed that she still needs glasses.Needless to say, her libido is on a hair-trigger.Note:In case it wasn't obvious, any and all gender play should be MtF, and not the reverse. Not interested in joining, but I'll be quite happy to observe. This has been moved to the NSFW Play-by-Post forum. ?!?! Saturday?! But-?!Ah.. So that's why I only saw this now. Geh.. This uh, still open? Sable said: ↑ ?!?! Saturday?! But-?! Ah.. So that's why I only saw this now. Geh.. This uh, still open?Click to expand... Yes? You can join the discord since that's where most discussion happens. ultima333 said: ↑ This has been moved to the NSFW Play-by-Post forum.Click to expand... WHOOPS. So sorry about that. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ WHOOPS. So sorry about that.Click to expand... I wouldn't have seen it if it had been there from the start, so really it all works out. XD So, I'm limiting applications as of right now to two of each caste (except queen, ofc)Please keep that in mind.For the three venators,you should fight to the deathI'm waving that rule simply because I accepted all 3 before making this decision, therefore it would be rude of me to renege on that. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ So, I'm limiting applications as of right now to two of each caste (except queen, ofc) Please keep that in mind. For the three venators, you should fight to the death I'm waving that rule simply because I accepted all 3 before making this decision, therefore it would be rude of me to renege on that.Click to expand... Huh, so whats left? One quaerae amd one retreiver? :/ DrStrangeLove said: ↑ Huh, so whats left? One quaerae amd one retreiver? :/Click to expand... And one Praetorian. Sketchy Lurker said: ↑ And one Praetorian.Click to expand... I could swear we had two of those. Did somebody withdraw their apication? :/ Character Name: Maria Helena de Borbón y HardyCaste: N/AAbilities: N/AAppearance: Spoiler: Pre Xeno Bio: The daughter of one of the Weyland-Yutani board of directors. Is the biological daughter of Jessica Hardy from an egg extracted from the woman when she was younger. Genetically modified and made to become the perfect daughter for an infertile wife. Raised lovingly but strictly by her father and surrogate mother, she grew up rather repressed causing some accidents whenever she has some escapades. Is a bit of a trouble child but she has her way of avoiding trouble thanks to family influence as well as being quite the athlete. She is studying business management in a well of University despite being only 16. A bit stressed out from school, she is currently taking a short brake. She decided that one of the Wey-Yu labs... maybe she'll find something while she's thereQuirks: She is a quirky, excitable and energetic girl that loves nothing more than a good fuck and some exercise. A bit carefree on the outside but can get very serious when angered. Surprisingly, she loves being reminded how small she is especially if its in the physical way like lifting her up and carrying her on ones shoulder. She loves headpats, hugs and other form of physical contact. She's confident and maybe a bit to brave as she does love a good high from danger and excitement. A prideful girl with a temper. Her memory is quite sharp and she rarely forgets so she can hold quite a grudge. Has a strange hate for highly fragrant perfumes and cuddly game mascots/merchandise. Character Name:"Carnia"Caste: Slutformed RetrieverAbilities: Hands-Free:Finds it impossible to bring herself to orgasm without another.Faucet: Always horny. Not something that helps out, just gives a headache.(Stacks with Bottled Up)Bottled Up: Finds that her arousal never fades away unless she orgasms.(Stacks with Faucet)Tailpussy: Normal tail replaced with a tailpussy.Wall Crawler: Allows her to crawl across the walls and ceiling.Drip Drip Drip: Bodily fluids highly corrosive to clothing and armor, act as aphrodisiac to flesh.Appearance:Short, messy black hair, as if constantly yanked, pulled, soaked with sexual fluids and left to dry in some damp grafitti ridden back alleyway. With wide black eyes, a cute button nose, and warm olive skin sprinkled with freckles across both sets of cheeks, the girl toes the line between hot and cute. Considering her ever perky, perfectly handful sized tits, as well as the fat, compact pair of latex sealed bowling balls swaying behind her hips, more so the former than the latter.Almost always drooling, sweating and dripping due to her nature, and tends to hold an animistic posture, both submissive and desperately eager at once. The girl's chitin takes the form of densely packed thigh high stockings, as well as gauntlets reaching the edge of her arms. Additional rings of chitin line her throat, wrists, ankles, and waist. Carnia's lithe, wiry, short-stack form is a testament to her dedication of being the Hive's number one spot for 'public relief'. Even bereft of her former identity, the passionate fervor and relentless work ethic she puts forward to her chosen duty remains a staple of her person, desperate to please, even if her ambitions have been carved away. There are few things she desires, now. Servitude, and a certain.. Level, of it. Spoiler: Rough Image Referances Short Bio:Working their way through classes and studiously preparing for a future at Weyland-Yutani Corp, the 16 year old was selected from countless others to become an intern. Their dream job, and they was at its fringes, fingers just within reach of the gates to their future. Thjey could taste it, feel it! They would rise high, no doubt, with their intelligence and determined work ethics. Anything they put her mind to was theirs.. Such was the Intern's ambition. Unfortunately, their eager zeal to please, they stumbled across something not meant for Intern eyes. And so, they were taken to the labs, to the facilities, to sterile halls of a metal glen, changed beyond mere flesh. Their very person, twisted into something unrecognizable, something.. Beyond.Quirks: Bit of an airhead as well as bimbo. Has a tendency to crawl about on all fours, ass in the air and appearing when least expected. Surprisingly agile and dexterous for something with her amount of bouncy curves. More than completely subservient, the Retriever can seem needy at times if only because of her stupid high libido, even among others of her kind. Though she's good at what she does, as well as well suited to it, all but the most degrading and abusive treatment would likely sate her. so uh, wow. this got waay more attention than I was expecting. If you haven't talked to me in the Discord server about a sheet you're already making, I'm declaring this RP closed at this time.If you have talked to me, you can still submit a sheet. Character Name:Miriam TamCaste:Quaerae (ray)Abilities: You may feel a slight pinch: Incredibly sharp, needle-thin tail filled with chemicals that remove the will to resist and render the injected incredibly susceptible to mental reconditioning. Acupuncture: using a small amount of their venom, they can rejuvenate their fellow hive members, boosting their physical abilities (strength, speed, etc), intensely arousing them, and having rejuvenative effects. Appearance: Miriam is a short, young women with flame red hair in an overgrown bowl cut and purple eyes. She is shy, helpful and generally appears to be quite harmless with her (retractable) chitin two-piece bikini and slender, long tail. The only thing that ruins her innocent look is her entirely chitinous right hand that looks like a clawed gauntlet from an evil anime villainess. Like the venator's her armour has a tendency to retract around people she's likes and trusts, to her increasing embarrassment. If possible she will hide her lack of clothing with something soft and comfortable like a captured hoodie or jumper. Spoiler: Reference Image I'm terrible at image manips, so the hair is still pink. Source Bio: Everyone who knew Miriam would describe her as a sweet, helpful girl with next to no future and a little too much trust in other people. She was an arts student that hadn't gone into art, hadn't even wasted a year trying to work up a portfolio but had simply gone from university to a secretarial position at Weyland-Yutani without anything in between. She'd tell you it was worth it, and smile, because it kept her closer to her friends - some of the girls in the technical department that she liked to help with,pine after, fantasise about,and hang out with. Then she helpfully retrieved some misplaced classified files, returned them to their owner without reading them and her next assignment took her to a strange flesh-like structure in the middle of nowhere.Quirks:Miri is quiet and helpful with a tendency to cuddle or snuggle with cute and fluffy things. She always tries to make sure that the new xeno girls know their way around the hive and who to talk to get things done. Her helpful, pacifistic natureand slight desire to murder anyone who looks at her girls wrongmakes it tricky sometimes for her to perform her work as an adjuster so she's... adjusted herself a little with a helpful bit of self-hypnosis. Just to make sure that she can fulfil her job to the best of her ability and make sure everyone is happy. Except for the people that harm her friends. In theory anyone can trigger one of her altered states but the trigger phrases are sufficiently obscure that they're very unlikely to come up in normal conversation (so if you want to use them, find someone who knows them or hear her use one). I've put a limit of 8 players in currently for my own sanity. Those players are:Rowknan - Jessica HardyTheFanficAddict - Sophie MilesYlamona - ShikyouDragonjackel - Eliza PassioneHakazin - Alexis LynnSirBearington - Maria HardySable - CarniaScholasticTortoise - Miriam TamFor everyone else, you are still welcome to participate in canon or noncanon omakes in the Discord server.

[NSFW] - [RP OOC] Welcome to the Hive (Alien(1979) HEAVY AU)

At a femboy's mercy (Slayerred and Esokos)

It was half five as Kyle woke to the annoying buzzing of his alarm. Normally he would sleep in until at least seven before getting up to start his morning ritual of breakfast and getting ready for work, however today was different. Today he knew that someone important was visiting the office, the managers themselves didn't know or if they did they where keeping it quite. This didn't bother Kyle really as he was out to impress who ever came in an attempt to climb the cooperate ladder. He was probably one of the youngest at the firm being 25 well the youngest male at least.He hoped this would make him stand out a little more than the rest, that and the fact he had planned to get into the office an hour before work to try and look as though he was above and beyond for the company. He woke up and a link his way out of bed exposing his naked body to the world as he walked across it to the wardrobe. No one had said who was comming to the office exactly but there had been rumours and he began dressing for the occasion. The rumour was that it was the heiress of the company who was coming to visit and he deffinatly wanted to impress her.There had been rumours spread throughout the company about the gender of the heiress and this was a hot topic throughout all branches of the company, however Kyle put no stock in it as he didn't like rumours. He just knew that she was as beautiful as she was fierce and dominant, he had only ever seen her in passing and what he had witness both intimidated and aroused him. But today he was out to impress and he thought he had better get a move on if he was going to get there as early as he wanted to.He slipped his tight briefs that made everything down there stand out that little more on both his front and back. He then slipped on his tight work trousers again these showing off his assets in a way that he could brush off as unknowingly if someone commented. He had heard that the heiress liked a good ass, even if this rumour was false it couldn't harm him to test it he thought as he slipped them on.He looked at the time and it was getting late as he he pulled the rest of his clothes on to his toned androgynous body. He grabbed a bagel as he collected his keys and jacket heading out the door, his mind on the long nerve racking day ahead. As his thoughts drifted to the heiress herself and the fantasy of gaining a promotion. He needed to get out of that shady building was in and needed to quickly.He practically sped all the way there not wanting to give anyone else the chance to get there before him. He would be arriving just as the cleaners where finishing up for the night and would be the first one there and he was right he pulled in at quarter to seven and there wasn't a car in sight as he slipped into the building. Arriving early may have shown well for Kyle to his bosses, but it meant little for the owner of Wayfare Data Services. The data collection firm began as a subsidiary of the RTGG Corporation, of which Lisette's father was a primary stockholder. Upon graduating with Master's Degree in business administration at the young age of twenty-two, Lisette was gifted the company as a ceremonious position. The young femboy would collect ample sums of money while the business ran itself. Yet, Lisette was not one to shy from power and his natural need for control made him an integral part of the firm.Under his strict rule, the firm expanded from the West Coast to the East Coast, with a branch opening in Japan next year. Lisette was barely twenty-eight years old and his infamy spread through rival companies and his own firm. The arrival of Mistress Lisette, as he insisted his employees call him, was an ominous experience. Scandalous rumors circulated about the young dommes methods. It was said that Lisette managed to secure a building in New York after keeping the propertyholder's wife as his captive for a few months in a New York penthouse. When the deal finally went through, he released her and she divorced her husband. While some speculate it was because of his hesitation in the deal, others said it was because she had been so thoroughly ravaged by Lisette that she became obsessed with him.The motorcade of three white Mercedes was heralded with a distinct dread as Seattle Branch Manager Stewart Plokowski watched from the camerafeed in his office. "Mr Plokowski," his nubile secretary leaned in the doorway.The old man raised a hand, "I know. Mistress is here." He heaved a sigh, his mind working through the last six months for all the mistakes he made. His mind drifted to the stories of humiliation and abuse Lisette inflicted upon employees when the boy was dissatisfied. Stewart rose slowly, like a man awaiting a firing squad. He shuffled over to the elevator door and passed by the ambitious Kyle of whom he was so fond. A curious notion gave him pause and he looked over to the young upstart. He was young, blonde and thin: exactly the type that Lisette squired away on his trips. While he thought highly of Kyle's potential, he would be damned if he faced the full brunt of Lisette's anger without some small offering to detract the femboy's rage. "Kyle," he said finally, "Come with me."Stewart led the boy toward the elevator where a crowd of department heads and their multitude of assistants were assembled. The fabulous offices for upper management on each of the top ten floors were vacant to have this reception for the Mistress. A close look would not the slight start that surged among the crowd as the elevator dinged. First to step through were two bodyguards and then he glided into the room.Lisette Wayfare stood five-foot ten inches, though his six-inch heels pushed him to six-foot four. He was dressed in a pair of towering black thigh high boots with crystals fanning across the outside of the shaft. His deeply tanned skin showed a partial Filipina heritage that also showed in his long lashes and natural feminity. His toned thighs led up to a short leather skirt with a gash up the rear that allowed an easy look at the lower part of his ass cheeks as they squeezed together. The skirt was stretched taut, strained to contain the immense rump that was wider than his shoulders and cost more than most of his employees' annual salary. The plastic surgeon who crafted his bubbly rump was an artist who made the globes look like two ample pillows that jiggled freely to each step. His skirt's high waist stretched up to just below his chest with buttons along the side to peel the entire thing away when he wished. His shoulders were wrapped in a white latex blouse with a frilled collar that ran along the edge of its deep cut and crested high along the back of his neck. His raven black hair was tied back in a bun, his brown eyes seemed almost black in the depths of his long lashes and mascara. A small pair of black gloves adorned his hands with several bejeweled rings on his fingers.His eyes scanned the room as everyone hushed, crimson red lips pursed together in critical evaluation of their collective apprehension. Finally, his eyes settled on the familiar Stewart Plokowski. "Come here, Stewart," he snapped and pointed to the floor in front of him. Stewart tugged on Kyle's sleeve to drag him along. Lisette quirked a brow at the boy approaching, his lips soon curled into a devious smile. Stewart was clevert o bring him a plaything, it just might save the man's job. "You," his gaze leveled on Kyle as the boy approached, "Did I ask for you? What is your name?" Kyle felt a sense of fear and dread take hold of his body as Lisette snapped at him. The man infront of him stood power posed and commanding respect. The man stood inches above kyle towering four inches above his 6 foot being. He did not dare look at the man to begin with. He had never experienced him like This, the silence of the room, the way management shivered in fear he was seeing all of this for the fire at time.Usually all of management would be making wise cracks about him and saying someone needs to put him in his place as he wasn't that scary. But here and now they where quite like and timid... likes slaves for the slaughter. This scared Kyle even more, the building was usually full of fun and laughter, at least the lower floors where.He eventually snapped out of his fear and looked up at Lisette, looking directly into the man's eyes. Kyle was naive to think this was a good idea however in his mind he was thinking this was a power play to show his strength of character. "No... No you didn't" he stammered. He looked the man up and down and was astounded with how feminine his body was. The fact that it was a man standing in front of him blew his mind. He honestly didn't know where to look as his eyes wandered Lisette's body.Her clothes looking more like a dominatrix that a boss. However he had heard this rumour too. That is when it hit him, the talk of Lisette being addressed as Mistress. His face turned crimson as he slowly looked back up to the man's face. Surely he couldn't actually want him to call him that. Surely that was just a way he wanted to be addressed out of earshot Kyle thought naively.He didn't believe all of the rumours people had said about Lisette, always preferring to meet the person before believing in rumours. This meeting just happened to be reinforcing a few. "My name..." He stammered. "My name is Kyle" he continued as he looked at the man's large plump red lips before scaling up to linger on the man's eyes once again. The young domme's brow piqued at the Kyle's attempt to peer into his eyes. The audacity of this boy would be dealt with in short order, a fact that made Lisette's full lips curl in a haughty smile. Even the stammering reply would not spare Kyle his swift punishment, moreso now that the man thought he could appreciate Lisette's form after such an indiscretion. Stewart himself tensed at Kyle's brazen eye contact and the costly examination, his own gaze caught Lisette's eyes as they flickered in disapproval to the Branch Manager. He should have better trained Kyle for such an enounter, yet he never had the forethought to try to offer an employee to Lisette. Still, he knew that Mistress Wayfare expected nothing but the utmost respect from his staff.This petulant little slime continued to admire the heiress's flawless body without permission, knowing that he had disrespected Lisette. When Kyle's eyes finally moved back to Lisette's and his face burned in embarrassment, he would know that devilish smirk had sealed his fate. The presence of the mistress was such that this one look was all that Kyle needed to know that he was doomed. The tension peeled through the room and when Kyle finally answered with his name he barely had a moment to examine the collagen-filled lips as they pursed in a scowl.A flash of black filled the man's vision, his head twisted and the jewels of a ring-bearing hand blocked his view. The company's owner had slapped him across the face, a move that would ordinarily end in a million-dollar settlement for the abused employee. For Lisette, it was standard business practice. Punishment at the corporation was strictly corporal when the mistress was present. Those who were fired were flogged personally by the Filipina until they could barely stand and signed away their severance pay. That same hand that slapped Kyle now gripped his chin and turned it to face the cool indifference of the femboy who owned him."Stupid little boy," Lisette stepped forward, pressing his body against Kyle's, "How dare you. You who have never met me, think you can look me, a goddess, in the eye. You should know better than to ever gaze upon me with anything less than awe and devotion." His hand moved around to grasp a handful of Kyle's hair and jerk his head back. "You did not even address me as 'Mistress' the simplest of tasks expected of all employees. Now, kneel." Lisette's knee shot up to crush Kyle's groin. The lithe dominatrix was strong with sinewy fibers from dedicated swimming and Pilates regimens. The sound of his knee colliding with Kyle's crotch was met with a harsh gasp among the other employees.Lisette pulled him down to kneel before him, the towering domme now leaning over to to look at Kyle with a burning glare. His left hand swiped across the boy's face. "Apologize! Apologize to me for being defiant." Another slap stung across Kyle's cheek. "Say 'Sorry, Mistress'!" Lisette slapped him again. "Don't you ever," another biting slap, "think," another sharp strike, "I am," the leather of his glove lashed him again and he pulled the boy's head back, "less than the most desirable, powerful, awe-inspiring bitch you've ever seen." He pushed the boy's head away and straightened."Kiss my boot, boy. Thank me for teaching you a lesson." Lisette presented the toe of one of his luxuriant leather boots to the humiliated male and turned toward the rest of the crowd. "Do you understand what happens when you displease me? The quarterly report for this branch is down by three percent. I do not accept any failure in my company. Management is to report to the conference room in ten minutes. And you, little bitchboy," he leaned down to grip Kyle's chin and lift the man's gaze to his, "You will go wait for me in Plokowski's office." Kyle didn't know what to do as the dominant femboy in-front of him forced him around with a air of ease. After that first flash of black all he felt was a constant flurry of pain, pain that lingered on his skin as she abused him with her words before striking again, pain that stung as she grasped his hair and forced his head back to agonising angles, pain that numbed and then throbbed intensely as she kneed the poor man in the groin before striking over and over with her hand once more. Kyle had never felt such pain in his life and knew that it was not going to get any better any time soon.His naivety had lead him to this rather unfateful position and he had to pay the pennace for insulting the heiress wether he wanted to or not. Made more abundant by the lack of help or sound from the rest of his collegues in the room with him. All of a sudden the rumours became true and he had wished that he had stayed in bed a little longer this morning making him hit the early morning rush and having him arrive even just minutes after this meeting had begun, as if that had happened then he would be contently working away at his desk right now instead of... His mind was quickly drawn away from that thought as another slap landed across his face and even more cruel humiliating words where thrown at him from Lisette.One thing was for sure he had never felt humiliation like this and he could go as far to say he had never experience pain like this either as he wasnt much of a fighter and was easily over powered by most due to his thin frame. The fact that he was getting struck down and kicked around by a man more feminine than himself only made the humiliation inside of him worse as he knew the mocking would start just mere hours from now. His face was a bright shade of red as in the moments between slaps he could see the onlooking collegues staring over at him and he was reminined that he had a rather large audience watching his punishment.As his head was forced down he knew what he had to do, he had no other choice but to submit to Lisette's demands and do as she commanded. It was his only way to ensure things didn't escalate further or he didn't piss her off more. "Sorry Mistress" these where the only words that came out of his mouth and he said them quickly as he held back the tears welling up at the base of his eyes. He looked down at the boot she had told him to kiss, and without hesitation leaned in and kissed the toe of the shoe. He could hear her talking to the rest of the room but blocked it out instead planting deep hard kisses onto the shoe of the dom above him.Lisette had stumbled onto one of his fantasies when she told him to kiss her boot, fair be it his fantasy was the foot itself he liked to worship and would be more enthusiastic about kissing but the shoes where part of fun aswell. This act aroused him a little as he bent there kissing the powerful femboys boot. However the humiliating bitchboy she shot at him next sounded like a bdsm petname and he was sure that would stick with him around the office for a long time to come. That snapped him back to attention, he wanted to look up to see of it was himself that Lisette was talking to however he continued to worship as she spoke.Upon the order to go somewhere other than the conference room he knew it was him Lisette was barking orders at and he gave the boot one last kiss before giving Lisette what she wanted "Yes Mistress... thank you for teaching me a lesson mistress." He then stood up grabbing hold of his swollen and aching groin and hobbled out of the room as fast as he could, proceeding down the hallways and through to Plokowski's office taking a immediate sit down in one of the chairs and fishing out his testicles to look at the damage the ruthless femboy had caused."Fuck fuck fuck" he grunted through gritted teeth as just the slight touch sent numb pain through his body. "Who the fuck does she think she is?" He began to curse Lisette out as he let out his anger wanting it all to dissuade before she returned to him. His balls had really swollen up and he was finding it difficult to stand for the moment as he paced slowly around the office wondering how he was going to get out of this situation.After minutes upon minutes of cursing her then himself, then the situation, then back to her and finally blaming himself for this he let out one last "Fuck" before sitting down in his manager's comfy chair trying to relax and ease the throbbing. He closed his eyes praying for this day to end quickly and get him out of this awful situation. The conference room retained the same tension as Lisette's arrival. Management at the Seattle branch deluded themselves immunity from the mistress's wrath. They mistook Lisette's outlash at Kyle as a simple show, a display of his strength over the company that was meant to frighten them to perform better. The hours that passed in the conference room proved otherwise.Each member of the management team fought deperately to prove their worth. Obscure accomplisments, elaborate charts and a handful of beautiful assistants were shown before Lisette. By lunch, they began to turn on each other. The true nature of the company was laid bare for Lisette. And all the while, the androgynous male reclined comfortably at the head of the table, his boots resting on the tabletop while his head lulled disinterested in every excuse they could muster. Inwardly, he drank in their discord. They were such easy beasts to control and when he finally stood, their backs went rigid.He took long, patient steps around the room, one hand on his hip. The expensive ass swayed slowly, the gash up his skirt rode higher so that little of the rump was left covered. He leveled a cool indifference at each of them as he spoke to all of them, "I suspect that this is not the sole responsibility of one person, rather it is the failing of an entire group. You have each made your excuses, yet I am not satisfied by the results some of you have produced over the past six months." He spoke in general, to no one in particular so that all of them felt at fault. Finally he reached the head of the table, "Go home. Eat with your families, fuck your secret girlfriends, and come back at eight in the morning." He crossed to the door and opened it, speaking without a look back, "Most of you will have to find a new job tomorrow."A moment later, the door to Plokowski's office opened. Kyle had been left without any food for the entire work day, forced to fret over what Lisette would do upon entrance. "Get out of that chair, boy." Lisette's brown eyes leveled darkly at Kyle. He could not stand to see the man comfortable. During the insufferable parts of his meeting, Lisette's mind drifted to Kyle. His defiance had stuck with Lisette like a festering thorn. An assistant to the Mistress entered with a leather duffel bag. "Set it over by the bar, Anndrea. Make sure everyone leaves the office. Have the men posted by the elevator and bring me some dinner in an hour." Lisette turned his devious gaze back to Kyle. "I am going to be staying late." The lithe blonde nodded and exited.The towering femboy walked over to Plokowski's desk. "Come over here, boy. Make sure you crawl for me. Your apology earlier did not convince me of your regret." When Kyle rounded the front of the desk, Lisette sat on the desktop. The dark-haired male crossed his legs as they dangled over the edge, a soft creak of his leather thigh-highs punctuated the silence between them. His top leg straightened, the sharp heel of his boot pushed against Kyle's lips. "Open," the command had no room for argument and soon a six-inch stiletto began to thrust back and forth in Kyle's mouth. "You think I have to earn your respect, boy? That there is something I have to prove to you?"Lisette's gloved hands gripped the edge of the desk, his tightening grasp revealed a barely bridled rage. The Mistress's brow piqued again as he stared down at Kyle. "I am going to beat you. I will make you bleed and I will break you. However, if you worship these calfskin boots, then I may find it in my heart to only give you a nosebleed instead of a broken jaw." Lisette drew his boot back and kept his legs tightly crossed. "You will lick them clean, and then you will take your pathetic cock out and hump my leg. When you orgasm, you will lick it off and say 'Thank you, Mistress'. You have five minutes." Lisette glanced up at the clock on the wall and then lowered his dismissive gaze on Kyle. Kyle followed Lisette's every word, terrified of the man in front of him. He didn't speak at all as he didn't know what that would lead to. He wanted so badly to complain about his state of starvation and thirst but by the look on Lisette's face he wasn't about to. However hearing the words 'staying late' and 'post the guards by the door' he did woder about what was going to happen.This was no to mention the fear inflicted into him by his threats of violence. Either way he knew he wasn't leaving there pain free. The face fucking he had just recived from her heel gave Kyle all he needed to know about the power dynamic between the two and the fact that Lisette was going to be vicious not just in a physical way but a sexual way aswell.He looked up at the clock as his five minutes began to get his bearings for time. He wasted no time and hurried his face into the toe of the shoe, licking away as ferociously and quickly as he could. Going over the same spots at least three times before moving around along slightly to the next part. After the toe was clean he dropped his face lower and proceeded to lick the bottom. It was a foul and filthy task but he was certainly not going to refuse it.His tongue dragged up and down the dirty sole and his face grimaced with every taste however he never stopped the attack of her shoe by his tongue. Once he decided that that was clean enough he went to the sides of the shoe and licked all the way around these up to the tops resting at her thighs and back down again.He looked at the time, he had two minutes left, and began to panic he dropped and gave the heel one last suck. Before opening his flies and quick as he could and fishing out his semi erect cock. He wasted no time in gripping Lisette's leg and proceeded to hump it as hare and fast as he could from the get go. Much to his surprise he was hard almost instantly, no matter how dirty and disgusting he felt.He pounded away at Lisette's boot, grunting and groaining as a sweat came over him as he went all out. Getting himself into a pace that he had never even done before, every second mattered here. He wasn't the most endurance in the bed room but two minutes to cum and clean it was pushing things. He so wanted to look up at the beautiful goddess sitting above him as he ravaged her boot, but after earlier he knew better than to do so and kept his eyes locked on her boot.He fucked like this for another minute and could feel himself swelling up with around thirty seconds to go. He didn't think it was possible to go any faster but he managed to find something inside of him. His cock had started to hurt by now from the friction and each thrust was agony causing more noise out of his mouth as he continued on his task. With no choice but to power through it he tried as best he could to push it to the back of his mind and focus on the impending orgasm.It finally came seconds later as he spurred thick heavy ropes of seed all over Lisette's boot. Rope after rope of cum coated the front of the shoe, predominantly coating the toe area. He wasted no time in savoiring the orgasm and taking pleasure from it as there was only twenty seconds left on the clock. Instead he dropped his head and began degrading himself further. If there hasn't of been a time limit and threats of violence he would have had problems bringing himself to do this. However given the circumstances he had a tongue full of his own cum and swallowing it down before he knew what was happening.Five more ropes of cum remained and he had fifteen seconds to get them. He cringed through the taste in his mouth and battled through the sickening thoughts that it was his own cum in his mouth and licked like his life depended on it. Five seconds remained and he had the last trail left to lick. He places the tip of his tounge at the base and darted it upwards gathering it all up and swallowing it down instantly before sitting backwards content in a job well done. Forgetting what he had just done for a moment, not knowing of the shame to come, as he sat there with a bright red flaccid cock dripping on the floor, his face coated in left over cum and tge brusies and cuts inflicted upon him earlier he was a absolute state. If he could see what he had become he truely would be ashamed of himself."Thank you mistress" Was all he spoke as he stared over at the shining boot in front of him. The young femboy smirked as Kyle desperately cleaned his boot. Kyle's spirit was admirable and the need to please the Mistress was much stronger than his earlier indiscretion. However, he was far from forgiveness. Lisette reached out his hand to cup Kyle's head as the man licked along the upper shaft of his boot. "That's it, bitchboy. Lick it clean for Mistress." Kyle began fishing around to loose his cock and Lisette's lips pursed together in complete disapproval. Was he really about to leave the other boot unclean?Soon Kyle mounted his leg and a pathetic humping could not be denied its proper comedy. Lisette laughed heartily, gripping the desk for support as the ferocity of Kyle's movements rocked his legs. "Oh, you are an eager little bitchboy. Faster now, stop wasting my time." Lisette continued to laugh as he reached for his phone and recorded video of Kyle's last bit of thrusting. The man's sizable orgasm was met with a sharp giggle. "How does it taste, Kyle? Does your cum taste like regret?" The man's licking annoyed him now, five minutes was too long for this task. Seeing Kyle debased like this, Lisette could hardly bear the sight of the man. He seemed more like an unruly dog than a person.The man finally released his Mistress's leg to sit back panting. His gratitude was forced, another slight annoyance. Lisette remained on the desk for a long period, his brown eyes inscrutable in their darkness. Finally the saliva dried and revealed what the femboy expected. "Kyle, what is this?" A gloved finger pressed down on a fleck of drying cum. As Kyle had licked, his seed smeared into the texture of the leather and now began to solidify as webwork streaks. Lisette's eye flicked up from the boot and he sprung off of the desk.Kyle would barely have time to hear the single step of the Mistress's approach before a swift kick to his crotch sent the man buckling over. There was no mercy to the blow, a vehement Lisette snapped, "You worthless dog! One task, one simple task, and you fail so miserably." His left boot stamped down before Kyle's eyes. "Look at this! You didn't even bother to clean this entire boot. What am I supposed to do with only one clean boot?" Lisette held onto his hips, moving to plant his right boot against Kyle's face. The toe of his boot ground against Kyle's cheekbone, turning the man's face until Lisette could begin crushing his opposite cheek into the floor. He curled his ankle back and the sharp stiletto heel dug into Kyle's cheek. "You are pathetic. It should have taken you a second to orgasm on my boots. You wasted your time, made a mess of my boot," the heel twisted in Kyle's cheek, "and only did half the job!"Lisette pressed his toe back onto Kyle's cheek, pushing until his other leg raised and using the man's face as a step as he walked passed him to the leather bag. "I did not think we would have to delve into my tools so quickly. Perhaps I overestimated your competence." Lisette returned with a black, braided leather whip that lay in a few coils by his side. The whip was five and a half feet long, thick braiding tapered down before ending in a small knot. Its length was sure to cut while the knotted end would leave harsh welts."You are going to strip for me; completely nude, not even a watch on your wrist. You will lean back against the desk with your arms behind your back and bare your chest to me for your punishment." Lisette raised up the whip and swung down at a diagonal, the lash of leather along Kyle's skin echoed in the room. Lisette swung his arm back up over his left shoulder, using the momentum to start curling the whip back across the other diagonal. "Now, boy! Strip!" The whip slashed back down, and his arm continued outward to bring it back from the other angle. He continued swiping it back and forth in an X shape, delivering six lashes before Kyle could even take his pants off. The constant degregation of being called 'bitchboy' stirred a submissive pleasure inside Kyle and he could feel a twinge of delight in his groin as it bobbed trying to stiffen again. This was made both more humiliating and arousing when he began to verbally abused him. Asking him how his cum tasted. It was then he realised how truly shameful what he had just done was and it sickened him to his core.Kyle's heart sank as he heard Lisette ask him what something was as he knew by his tone that something vicious and painful was about to follow. He didn't even hear him move before all of the arousal and shame was removed from his body and replace with agonising numbness as his boot connected harshly with his groin once more.The blow reduced Kyle to tears from the amount of pain it inflicted inside of him so much so that he did not hear what Lisette was saying instead he heard a constant ringing as the world faded out.He opened his eyes to see the other boot infornt of him, if not for the pain he would have darted forward and began cleaning that boot for Lisette aswell. However the pain had rendered him pretty immobile for the time being. As the other boot landed on his face the pain in his lower body faded away as a new fresh pain was applied to his head. His face being crushed and stabbed by the boot of his new mistress. In this moment Kyle truly knew the meaning of fear. He had no idea what the mistress was going to do to him next. He screamed out in pain as Lisette used his face as a step, her heel cutting into his cheek and the force of supporting Lisette on his head alone brought a primal scream of agony as she proceeded forward.'Tools' Kyle questioned in his mind as he tried to block out the pain. He was beginning to learn to not do anything that she did not tell him to do. He looked up and that is when he saw the horror that stood in front of him. Lisette wielding a huge whip, his heart sank at what was about to come. He jumped up and did as he commanded.He practically ripped his clothes of not wanting to piss him off anymore, he managed to pop the buttons off his shirt as he tore this from his torso. The whip however fell soon than expected and lashed Kyle as he undressed. Another scream of pain was drawn from him and as he looked over at Lisette he swore he could see a smile. This lash only boosted his enthusiasm to follow his orders and as he continued he loosend the button on his trousers and broke the zip of his flies in two as he yanked them down in a hurry. His underwear was ripped down onside as he also yanked this down trying to be naked as quick as he could. Hoping to please Lisette and have him stop the lashing and take a softer touch to discipling him.He went over to the desk in all his glory and leaned back over it with his arms locked behind him as requested. He knew what was coming as he stood in front of the beautiful goddess of a man, he could see that Lisette loved this and there was no way he was escaping this punishment never mind escaping at all. With this knowledge he gave up trying to flee or fight and gave in to Lisette, he would do as he wanted with all efforts in hopes of pleasing. However for the following moments that would not help him and he knew this. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he waited for the first strike to land. The lashes were deft and continual, never failing to strike the man with an eagerness that was all the more apparent by the sinister grin on the domme's face. He scrambled to Lisette's delight, a pleasure unique to each as pain overrrode all reason. Kyle's desperation revealed how deeply Lisette dominated his will. Any sensible person would peave, yet the dominatrix left him with little choice but submission.His whip drew back over his head, letting the handle rest against his shoulder. One hand settled on his hip, brown eyes almost black beneath his long lashes. "Open your eyes, boy," when Kyle opened them he would find the cruel satisfaction in the Mistress's expression and a hint of approval. Kyle certainly was obedient, a natural aphrodisiac to the leather-clad vixen. There was endless pleasure in breaking a man, ruining his pride and finally claiming his ass. And still, there was something all the more palpable about a man who followed orders."Look at me, your mistress. You must face your punishment and, with any luck, you will realize it is for your own good. I would not whip you if I did not care about how you should be," Lisette's legs spread, his arm flung back again, "Now, I want you to thank me after each lashing, understand?" His arm swung forward, the whip curled through the few feet between them and cracked against Kyle's chest. Lisette's arm continued the momentum, drawing the whip in large arcs about him as he struck Kyle again and again. Across his chest, a slash across his neck, another that cut across each thigh, along his other chest, a horizontal lash across his abdomen.The knotted tail of the whip slinked away as Lisette coiled the whip. The Mistress's boots sounded his approach. He bent down to lift Kyle's chin with the coils of the whip. "Are you sorry, now?" His free hand moved to cup Kyle's cheek. "Or are you grateful that you have such a beautiful mistress to train you?" Lisette giggled, slapping him harshly across the face. When Kyle finally looked back, he would see that Lisette had turned around.The large, expensive ass that stretched the leather skirt to its limit was now facing him. Lisette's legs straddled his body, and in the next instant the mistress leaned back. Lisette's massive rear pushed Kyle's head back, tilting it over the top of the desk. The Filipina pushed back farther, seating himself on the boy. He gripped the edge of the desk, drawing one sharp heel up and down Kyle's crotch. "Can you hear me, boy?" The leather held his ass in, keeping the ample cheeks from enveloping Kyle's face. "I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. You are going to lick my other boot clean, starting from the heel and working up to the top. When you reach the top, I will fuck your throat." His heel drew harder along Kyle's crotch as he continued, "You will choke and you will cry, but you will not try to stop me. I will only let up when I am done, understand?"Lisette pushed from the desk, stepping a couple steps from him and turning around. "Crawl over here and finish what you started." He extended his left boot out toward him, his finger tapping impatiently at the thigh. Kyle looked up at Lisette as he made shouted down at him sending cold shivers through his body at just how dominating and commanding the man in front of him was. He couldn't help but admire the dom's beauty as he stood before him, however that was soon pushed to the back as the next lash landed on his already broken and battered skin. "Thank you Mistress" He said in agony as the first lash connect to his bare flesh. He winced and muffled in pain as the lash fell and rose again. Trying to not to be too verbal as not to upset his Mistress any more. "Thank you Mistress...Thank you Mistress...Thank you Mistress...Thank you Mistress" Each on becoming harder to say as the pain inside of his body grew. Tears where forming in his eyes and he was sure he was going to un lodge a tooth by how hard he was biting down.Then came another along his chest. "Arrrrghhhh" He screamed panting a little before he said the fated words. "Thank you mistress" he blared out before returning to a panting mess inhaling oxygen through gritted teeth trying to breath through the pain. The last lash was the same, however this time it finally drew tears out of his eyes once more. "Thank you mistress" Kyle sobbed quietly as Lisette raised his face with the brutal whip that had just ravaged him. Kyle nodded immediately when Lisette asked him if he was sorry, he did not dare speak now that she was so close to him. He nodded to the second question as well before receiving a harsh slap across his face leaving him a little dazed. This man had a knowledge of pain and how to inflict it and Kyle only knew new levels of fear and anxiety as the night progressed.He watched Lisette's beautiful ass so large and so perfect stretch the confines of its captor, the leather skirt it was in leaving very little to the imagination. In a quick moment that beautiful ass went from being away from him to forcing his face down onto the desk once more with its perfect mass sitting on his head and putting so much pressure on Kyle's head he though he was about to pass out. This was barely distracted by the sharp heel forced down on his crotch, a thing that Kyle was sure would never work again after tonight. It had already suffered so much abuse and was pretty numb and by the look of things the night had only began.Kyle sat there helpless as his mistress sat on his face telling him exactly how the rest of the night was going to happen. She was what... going to fuck his throat, he didn't think so, licking his clothing was one thing... embarrassing enough as it was but to fuck his throat was another. Yes he may have watched shemale porn before in which she had fed a man her cock but to live it well that was another thing entirely. All those Shemale domination videos soon became both less arousing and ultimately more arousing at the same time. He would go along with the boot cleaning after all the last one wasn't so bad but that was his line. If Lisette didn't know that he was sorry at that point it would just have to do for the man and Kyle would hand in his resignation he told himself. Planning to be brave and confident at the time.Kyle nodded under Lisettes ass as much as he could before he lifted it and walked away, letting Kyle fall to the floor as soon as he moved. As soon as Lisette barked the order he got up onto all fours and proceeded over to Lisette slowly making a little show of what he was doing hoping this would put him in a better mood, swaying his ass further than normal as he crawled. Upon Kyle reaching the boot he wasted no time at all in starting. His tongue darted out and began furiously licking the bottom of the boot, dampening the sole and letting the leather shine there once again. His tongue bathed over the sole then the heel before sucking on it a few times in good measure. To give Lisette a little show, not thinking this through as he practically gave his heel a blowjob. His tongue then dragged from the heel up around the front of the boot and cleaned the toe before moving upwards to the top of the boot licking above Lisette's toes. Somewhere deep inside him he was wishing he was licking them, wondering how they looked, what they smelt like, tasted like. He began lost in this fantasy as he worshipped the rest of his boot, the fantasy only making him more aroused and passionate with the boot. It even giving him an erection without him realising.He was so lost up in this fantasy that he didn't even notice when he was about to reach the top of the boot, only really noticing as he was under it and his head connected with his leg up above him as he lay under him worshipping the back of the boot. He felt a sense of dread as to what was going to happen next but continued to lick around the boot until he was knelt in front of Lisette holding his boot in his hands and giving it the last few kisses before looking at the shining boot. He didn't dare look up at Lisette instead he quietly spoke the words. "Thank you Mistress" and surrendered once more to silence. The dominatrix quirked a brow as his plaything tried to crawl in a tantalizing manner. It may have worked on an ordinary sex fiend, but Lisette reigned over ten-thousand employees and was not so easily impressed. An exaggerated sway of the hip looked best on a feminine body like the domme's, as Kyle already knew. Soon enough Kyle set to his task and the femboy's interest was renewed. The dutiful nature of his licking appealed to Lisette's mercy. His toy had already begun to cry, the streaks of his lashings burning red hot along his tender flesh. Tears were desired whenever the Filipina began to play, he enjoyed every time he had a man or woman sobbing their pleas.He lifted his foot for Kyle to let the slave wash the underside. When the boy made it to the heel, his mistress slid it in and out of Kyle's mouth to assist his sucking motions. "Just like that, bitchboy. I am gonna fuck your pretty face," Lisette said in a honey tone, like a promise between sweethearts. He tossed the whip aside. The plaything worked his way up Lisette's boot while the mistress loosed her cock. His slender fingers carefully rolled up his skirt to his waist, shimmying his hips to free his ample rear from the skirt. Finally the gloved hands, accented by the several rings on his fingers, pulled his silk panties aside to let his hardening shaft fall free.Lisette stroked gently along his length, his other hand reaching down to rest on Kyle's head while the boy drew closer to the hem of his boot. The dark-haired domme drained a glob of spit down onto his shaft, taunting his slave with the slicking sounds of his jerking. Kyle soon finished his task, thanked his mistress, and the two shared a long moment of silence. He moved Kyle's head to rest on his inner thigh, the boy's head turned to stare at his glistening fuckmeat while he stroked. Only the sound of Lisette jerking his wet cock could be heard, his other hand toyed with Kyle's hair until finally the dominant meat was angled down. Eight inches of thick, femboy cock drew along Kyle's cheek as the domme spoke, "You have finally done well, bitchboy. I want to give you your reward."The mistress turned his pet until the boy's head was between his legs. Both of his gloved hands cupped Kyle's head, tugged lightly on his hair to pull his head back. The cold, inscrutable brown eyes loomed down at him as the sun fell and the artificial light set Lisette's leather and latex to gleam anew. "You have two choices: pleasure or pain." Kyle's head was slowly tilted forward to look at Lisette's cock, the engorged head drooled hungrily back at the boy. Lisette took a step closer, the tip of his ravenous fuckmeat now centimeters from Kyle's lips. The boy's head tilted back up to a matronly expression from the domme who had just whipped him. "You wanted me as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, maybe even before, and now I am here. But where we are is not what you imagined, is it? You thought that you would make an impression," a hand slid down to cup Kyle's cheek warmly, "Get a fancy promotion, become my go-to man here in Seattle. And maybe you thought you would get a chance to fuck me," the hand slid down to grip his chin roughly, the other gripped the back of his head, "But you are a bitchboy."The shaft plunged into Kyle's mouth and a cruel thrusting began. Lisette used his face as a mere fuckhole, an object to milk the domme's length. "You are weak. A submissive male as any other." He rolled his hips as he thrust, his body moving in a sensuous gyration almost like a dance. The shaft bore deeply, yet Lisette's languid movements kept it at a barely sufferable pace. "You wanted me for my beauty and my cock. You can not hide it from me: you want cock." The hand on Kyle's chin moved to the back of his head and cupped it roughly. The speed of Lisette's thrusts accelerated, a selfish fucking began. His balls slapped against Kyle's chin as he rutted his shaft as deep as he could into the boy's throat. The vixen growled lowly, losing himself to the feel of abusing his plaything. He slammed his cock to the back of Kyle's throat, holding his head in place and grinding his pelvis against Kyle's nose. "Gag, you little bitch. Gag and love it." He pulled back, returning to his carnal pace. Lisette had given him an option pleasure or pain and after what he had just put him through, kyle was not going to pick the latter as if he could hurt and abuse him that bad then kyle did not dare think what she could do next. He had given him the choice but he knew it was not a question for him to answer instead a question to show Lisette. He was glad he had done well as maybe if he kept performing maybe he could escape there with minimal to no more injuries. All he knew was that he would not be coming into work tomorrow instead ringing in with his notice and trying to avoid the place ever again.However these thoughts where quickly pushes to the back of his head as the huge cock stared directly at him, Lisette's hands gripping his head tightly and molding it to his will lile putty. The huge serpent in front of him glistening with spit in the light looked hungry and ready to strike. Lisette's cock was mere inches from Kyle's lips, this was the closest he had ever been to a cock and no matter how much he had fantasized about it before he knew this was not going to go the way he had always imagined it.Kyle knew he was right however the moment he saw Lisette he knew he wanted her no matter if the rumours where true. However he imagined having Lisette not Lisette having him. He had submissive tendencies yes but here he was being forced to be a true submissive for the unusually strong enfeminate man in front of him.Kyle opened his mouth in response to Lisette's harsh grip, his lips forming a o shape that he would soon regret as Lisette thrust forward ramming his huge cock deep down into Kyle's throat. He could barely hear what the man above him was saying as his throat was pounded, his gags and groans filling the room as his mistress has his way with him. However Kyle did manage to hear one things Lisette said over the slapping of his balls upon Kyle's chin, he did want his cock just not like this. He could not hide the erection he had from Lisette as the man pounded away at his face. Kyle's chin being beaten by the man's balls as he forced himself inside Kyle's stationary head. He Did not dare move in feat of what Lisette might do so instead he remained as still as he could shocking on that huge cock that entered his throat over and over again.He gasped for air and let loose the mass amounts of drool he was producing each time Lisette let him up for air, taking a deep breath only to have his throat wrap around the hot hard cock once more. Lisette rammed in once more and held Kyle there as he spoke. Gag, he wanted Kyle to gag and that is what he got, Lisette's huge cock was lodged down Kyle's throat way past a comfortable point and Kyle was wiggling his tounge madly under the weight of the thick cock trying to move it out so he could both breath and escape the gagging but it was no use Lisette would let him free when he was done. He was at the point of passing out when Lisette pulled out and he took the biggest inhale he had ever taken in his life, coughing up the huge glob of spit that had collected. He could do little else but stare at the huge beast in front of him fixated upon it only flicking his eyes up to meet Lisette's gaze before opening his mouth once more and waiting for its inevitable return. There was a burning and harsh pain inside of his throat and a hatred for the man in front of him, however the erection straining painfully below him would give Lisette all the motivation to continue.His gaze fell to the cock more and he subconsciously drew a little closer to it and licked his lips slightly. The femboy's laughter mocked the struggling man. "Is my cock too much for you?" He asked before throwing his head back to cackle in sadistic pride. His eyes moved back to Kyle as his fuckpet glanced up into the deep brown eyes of his mistress. The domina's left hand loosely gripped her dripping rod, his right hand laying on Kyle's head in a maternal softness that would soon be betrayed. His gloved fingers toyed in Kyle's hair while he stroked his thick cock to keep it staring angrily at Kyle's face. The mistress noted the subtle relaxation of Kyle's mouth and the unconscious licking of his lips.And there was the raging hard-on between the boy's legs. The dominatrix smirked at the natural submissive kneeling before him. He liked it; this little bitch liked being used. Lisette could shame him now, and Kyle would enjoy it deep within his pathetic heart, but the Filipina had no intent of pleasing his fucktoy. It was best to leave the hard-on unaddressed, to let it remain a clandestine understanding between them. And so, the toe of a boot moved forward to cradle Kyle's balls and rub Lisette's ankle along the shaft. "Do you want more?" he asked in a honey tone that was blatantly deceptive.He pulled his foot back and stepped forward. The hand on Kyle's hair gripped a handful and tilted the boy's head back slowly. "Get your tongue out, boy," Lisette commanded, laying his rod across Kyle's face. He began to drag the invasive fuckmeat along Kyle's face, letting the boy's tongue draw along the underside of it as it slid along his mouth. "This is cock, bitch. This is your Mistress's cock. You like how it feels," he angled Kyle's head to the side and lay his shaft between Kyle's lips, "You feel yourself yearning for it-- yearning for me. You enjoy surrender, to be a toy for Mistress." Lisette pulled his cock away and bent over til his oval face filled Kyle's vision. His other hand stroked Kyle's cheek, "You don't deserve me. You are a pathetic bootlicker, a leg-humping beast," he spit on Kyle's face and rubbed it in with his ringed fingers, "I have dogs who are worth more than you. The only thing you will do for me is scream, cry, and beg."He pushed Kyle away, turning to retrieve his bag from the sofa. The skirt was rolled up along his waist, his high-priced ass shaking to each step as it echoed through the office. "Get over to that desk and bend over it. It's time to surrender your ass to me," Lisette said without looking back, a command that needed no stern glare to affirm it. The domina stood before the bag, a finger tapping his lower lip as he deliberated on the toy he desired. Instead, he grabbed the entire leather duffel and walked back. The sound of his heels clacking drew near like the seconds before a man facing execution. The bag fell to the floor with a jingle of chains and the weight of sadistic instruments. Lisette sidled in behind Kyle, his shaft resting between the boy's cheeks.Without warning, he seized each of Kyle's wrists, swung them behind the man's back and clicked a pair of handcuffs tightly around them. Some rustling from the bag was heard and then the athletic, feminine form lay across Kyle. A collar came down over Kyle's head, pulling back to buckle with an almost choking tightness. Gloved hands crawled along Kyle's throat, Lisette's lips trailed along the boy's cheek and he breathed in Kyle's ear, "You have a collar now, boy. But you know that submission is not complete until you give me your ass. So beg, my pet, beg me to fuck your ass, beg me to claim you, beg to be mine." Kyle moaned as Lisette's ankle ran a long his shaft. "Yes more please mistress" kyle spoke, trying not to piss Lisette of any more and internally missing the huge rod in his mouth. Kyle knew not to hesitate and stuck his tounge straight out to welcome the huge cock that landed atop of his face. The thing near enough stretches it's length and well exceeded it's width. Kyle was truly amazed at its size. This position he was now in made him feel more submissive then ever. Being forced to suck a cock was one thing, kneeling there and having one repeatedly dragged across his wanting tongue was another. He remained still and let Lisette do his thing as the cock slid backwards and forwards while Kyle tasted the meat stick over and over causing more and more saliva onto his tongue to lube up the thick cock covering him. Lisette positioned it between his lips and it took everything he had to not open them and drag it deep inside.Lisette's words stung as they humiliated him, making him question his own sanity and sexuality as the depraved acts inflicted upon him aroused him to the core. Even Lisette spitting upon him stired inside of him as he became a saliva coated mess. When the dominanting man ordered him vent over the desk Kyle did as he was told with haste. Not so eager this time but he knew that any resistance would be met with swift and brutal punishment so to spare himself the immense pain his sadistic mistress would inflict it was best to obey. He practically sprung over to the desk as he heard the words. He bent at the waist wanting nervously for What was to come. His nerves only heightened as he heard the heavy bag drop to the floor with some weight to it. Did he hear chains in there also, what did Lisette have in store for him. Just how sadistic was the man who was now pressing his large monster cock between Kyle's round bubble cheeks. His hungry cheeks enveloping the cock behind before his hips betrayed him and thrust forward away from the huge invader behind him.He was suddenly man handled again, his arms forced behind him and locked in cuffs. There was no escape now, just what had he gotten himself into, at least before he could have fought back or tried to restrain what he didn't want to happen now... now he was completely at the mercy of his new mistress. A mistress that did not seem to know this word. He was reminded of just how feminine Lisette was as the man's body lay down across his back while slipping the collar around his neck, this image reinvaigrating his arousal due to Lisette's beauty. That and he had always wanted to try being collared however as Lisette tightened the leash he struggled to breathe within it, that was not part of his fantasy. He wanted to complain about this and ask him to loosen it but he dare not risk his wrath or he would probably hang him there and then using said leash.None of this had happened the way it was supposed to or how he had fantasized it, this was a lot rougher than in his fantasies but in a way the roughness of it, the lack of control gave it even more of a kick inside subconsciously and drove him on. A true submissive side that was being drawn out and that would soon dominate poor Kyle's personality and life. He was so pent up with untapped lust and frustration that he almost forgot the dominating vicious mistress behind him and his threats, loosing himself to the words of how he needed to be fucked to be his be true submissive.He didn't look backwards at all as he spoke his eyes locked on the desk below him as he contemplated what was about to happen to him. Was he ready for this fantasy to become a reality. Was Lisette really the one to have this experience with. The huge cock between his cheeks was exciting him but at the same time that huge cock between his cheeks was scaring him from its size alone. He wondered for a few seconds more in the brief period of calm knowing fine well Lisette would be angered if he waited any longer. He had heard it hurt the first time but he had played with a dildo a few times and that seemed to be okay after a minute or two so how bad could it be he thought before giving in and giving Lisette what he wanted. He started begging like the submissive white he was beginning to become. "Please Mistress fuck me, please break me in, please please make me yours. Claim me, take me, use me. I just want to be yours Mistress, use my body for your pleasure, i want to serve, to worship, to be taken and owned by you. Use me and make me your nasty little whore. Please Mistress fuck me, i want you to fuck me, i need you to fuck me, please, please, please" kyle begged solidifying his position forever more and moaning like the whore he truly was for the first time, only now it wouldn't be the last and he would be moaning like that over and over from that point onwards as the whore he actually was. The long-legged femboy pressed down on his whining submissive as the sun dipped lower behind the Seattle skyline. Natural light was quickly fading to leave only a fluorescent glow that highlighted every curve of Lisette's tanned flesh and the gleam of his leather. His gloved fingers extended to clasp in authoritative comfort around Kyle's neck as the boy begged. The pale frame beneath the domina could not compare to the sinewy, athletic Filipina. Onlookers from other buildings would have no doubt about who was in control within this office, though Lisette hardly noticed nor cared for such an audience at this moment.The boy yearned for submission, and Lisette always reveled in this moment. He had turned another soft-spoken office drone into a begging, cock-crazed bitch. Kyle's body was useless to the dominatrix, for Lisette's sole desire in sex was to dominate. Without submission, Kyle would be another faceless employee at the company, someone the heiress regarded for a mere second. Yet, Lisette could see the palpable nature as soon as Poklowski offered up the boy. It was as natural as any hunt: the dark-haired boy in thigh boots was predator and Kyle was prey. And now his pet pleaded for Lisette to deliver Kyle the pleasure he for which he was so starved.Lisette giggled softly in Kyle's ear, drawing his tongue up the slave's cheek and slowly straightening. Lisette's palms walked slowly back down Kyle's spine, keeping the blonde pinned against the desk. The shy bucking away from his cock would need addressed, the domina's smoky voice issuing a flat, "Do not try to run from me. I will accept no resistance, no hesitation from this moment forward." Soon he stood erect, his gloved hands gripping Kyle's pelvic crest.Lisette stared down at his eight-inch cock nestled between the toned cheeks of this spineless twink. Kyle was admittedly fuckable, despite having no comparison to the well-kept and artfully crafted dominatrix who now owned him. His soft flesh, slender frame was preferable to Lisette, although the Filipina had never shied from dominating muscular men. As Kyle knew all too well, Lisette was always in control. The glistening rod slipped back and forth between Kyle's cheeks, Lisette's eyes moving across the boy's back and noting the slight speckling of goosebumps as the last bit of sunlight left them.One hand moved to press against Kyle's lower back, the other gripped the base of his rod. A brief coldness would be felt between Kyle's cheeks as the shaft drew away, followed by a hard pressure as the tip began to force its way inside. "Relax, boy. Relax your ass for me, do not fight your Mistress's cock," Lisette grunted lowly, pushing at the instinctively resistant entrance. His lips pursed together, a thick glob of spit trailing from them to fall on the head of his cock. The hand at Kyle's back moved up to hook a finger under the bitch's collar and jerk his head back. "I said 'relax', boy. Now," a surging prod pushed the entrance open, "Stop. Fighting!" A couple more bucks accented the words and Lisette's tip popped inside.The dominatrix growled, wasting no time. The hand on his cock now slapped down onto Kyle's hip with an echoing smack that was lost among another devilish growl. Lisette bucked, thrust, stabbed his cock forward over and over. He cared little for Kyle's discomfort and the merciless spearing revealed a clandestine desire to make this rutting painful. Farther and farther, inch by inch, Lisette's cock jammed inside. "Take it, bitch! Take it! Feel your Mistress's cock! You! Are! Mine!" Lisette's words were a ravenous snarl, growling and grunting as he bucked deeper.His balls slapped against Kyle's ass, his hips ground briefly to tease his shaft along the bitch's prostate, and then he began to work the length in and out of Kyle's virgin hole. His thrusts were short, yet each forward plunge was sadistic. He speared forward with a grunt, jamming back to the hilt before he tried to pull more out of his new pet. Another finger curled under the collar, arching Kyle's back as the blonde's hole was loosened by the vicious movements. It was a long while of growls and the slapping sound of gymnast hips against submissive ass before Lisette could work his cock comfrotably.The length moved in and out with some resistance, but he managed to work the full eight inches with each pump of his hips. The Filipina released Kyle's collar, both hands digging into the bitch's sides as he settled to an even pace. He pounded steadily, tirelessly. The growling now showed hints of laughter, a fiendish smile at the edges of Lisette's mouth as he punished his boy with cock. "Do you still like it, boy? Do you still want to be my faggot now? I know you do, I know that this is what you have always wanted." Lisette sucked on his lower lip, moaning softly as he took the boy without shame or mercy. Every fiber of his toned thighs flexed like the trained legs of a stallion and his massive ass, despite the disproportion of collagen injections, tightened in athletic prowess. Kyle was already being fucked than he could ever have imagined. Kyle froze in his place as Lisette barked down at him for his confused attempts to move from his cock. He just bent there pressed against the table and took what Lisette gave him, pinned down by the dominatrix behind him and debating if this that was what he truely wanted. A thing that was soon far to late to debate as Lisette grinded his huge cock between his cheeks, kyle knew he was going nowehere and his body was now Lisettes to use in any manner he wanted.This was solidified almost instantly as Lisette began forcing the tip of his huge monster at Kyles virgin hole, Kyles body automatically putting up ressistance to the intruder trying to probe him only causing more pain to shoot through Kyles rear as he cried aloud gritting his teeth in agony as Lisette continued to press into him. He heard each word he spoke to him telling him to calm down and relax and he was trying, he knew that if he relaxed that things would happen easier, Lisettes spit helped a little as it finally pressed in opening him up to a whole new world of feelings and pain. He screamed as he popped into him, his fists clenching behind him and his toes cruling in agony behind him. He had not expected the pain to be like this, his two times with a small dildo before had never hurt like this.He knew Lisette was going to use him but he did not know he would be this rough with him and show this little care. But in these moments when Lisettes cock was digging deeper into him with each thrust he knew that the dominatrix now owned him and not just in this moment but in life. That he was now Lisettes personal fuck toy, a cum dump for the perfect goddess behind him. A terrifing yet satisfying release swept over his body as he knew he would soon be taking orders only from the man now pounding away at him and that his life would no longer be his to control.Kyle felt the hard slap of Lisettes gloved hand land back onto his hip and cried out from the sudden impact. Kyle could only scream in pain as Lisette plowed into him, his inside voice screaming at the sadistic bitch behind him but his lips locked as tight as they could trying to avoid making too much noise as to piss of his domina.Kyle began to relax as Lisette eased his way into him inch by inch, the pain began to subside but his teeth remained gritted as momentary screams erupted from his mouth as the huge cock nearly split him in two after countless thrusts from the dominatrix behind him the fucking began to become more and more comfortable as the cock slipped in and out, the pain subsiding little by little as the monster cock stretched him open mercilessly. The heat and pressure inside of him finally began to make Kyle feel amazing causing Kyles little cock to become hard once again and strain with each thrust of Lisettes cock.He could feel Lisette's balls pounding away against his ass as he thrusted hard and deep into him letting Kyle know that Lisette was fully inside of him a humiliation that he now was fully impaled by a cock and had the balls of another man slapping his ass shaming him more. Kyle almost exploded as Lissete hit his prostate a pleasure that he had never felt never mind imagined swept across his body. A loud moan of pleasure escaped into the silent room letting all in there know that he liked what had just happened to him.Kyle felt his self choked as he was pulled back gasping for air in a mixture of sensual pleasure from his prostate being touched and the strangling that the collar was applying. A feeling that he had to deal with as Lisette kept him gasping for air as he fucked him over and over plowing him with thrusts as his hole was stretched to take the invader again and again. Kyle screamed and moaned as Lisette fucked him, he couldn't believe the stamina on the goddess behind him it seemed like a eternity had passed before he let go of the collar around his neck and gripped his waist working his full cock into Kyle.Kyle gasped for breath now able to breath properly once agian panting as Lisette began to degrade him. "Yes mistress, yes mistress make me your faggot, i want to be your faggot" Kyle half meant what he said, part of him wanted this as he was hard as steel from the humiliation of it all but the other partt of him would say anything to keep Lisette from punishing him again. "Please, please, please make me your faggot mistress" Kyle moaned as Lisette hit a sweet spot once again, HIs fingers shooting wide and toes once again curling but this time it was more from pleasure than from pain. There was still pain there as Lisette was showing no mercy to the poor Kyle trapped beneath him, but the pain now only came from the sharp thrust in and it faded to a hot burn as Lisette pulled out.Kyle could only lay there and moan and grunt as the dominatrix plowed into him, thrust after thrust solidifying their positions and creating something new inside of Kyle. His eyes began to glaze over and his cock began to leak as his lust built from the humiliation of the whole thing alone. His fingers tried reaching up to feel for the mistress behind him as he subconsciously began to thrust backwards onto the cock impaling him slightly. "I want it so badly mistress" He gritted as Lisette thrust into him again.

At a femboy's mercy (Slayerred and Esokos)

You Can't Do That, I'm A Prince! (Michi No Sora and Trippingsatyr)

Lord Dagnarus had waited for this day for a long time. Those prudish elves finally got what was coming to them. So many people said that the elves couldn't be bought, well they were wrong. A group of them were, one of them of the royal blood line in fact. His king had offered them a lot of money to bend to his will and had sent Dagnarus months ago into their land to start talk with that group. To all the other elves, he was there for peace between the humans and themselves. Instead he wanted slavery. In exchange for his work he got money, land, the title as lord, and a handful of hand picked elves to be his slaves. The man only had interest in male elves, just like he only had interest in male humans.As of late, his human slaves had started to bore him. The brother of the king of the elves had provided him one night with a very tempting young male elf though. The elf's slender body was painted up in tattoos and the hair flowed over his body like a water fall. While tempted by that, he knew he only wanted male elves in his home after having his way with the boy that night. Many had told him that elves were wonderful to sleep with, but he'd never believed them until then.After that night, Dagnarus started to pick out which elves he wanted to take as his slaves. The final pick came when he met the royal family. He couldn't take his eyes off the elf prince. The slender, firm elf prince. Perfect for his bedroom. Dagnarus told the boy's uncle that he wanted the prince. At first the elf refused, saying that all of them had to be killed, but eventually, with enough money, the uncle submitted so long as Dagnarus never let the boy out of his house. That wouldn't be a problem.Months later, it happened. The uncle led the revolt and invaded the royal household. Killing the king and queen in their beds and having his nephew knocked out and taken to Dagnarus's home where he was cleaned and chained to a wall in the lord's bedroom. It had been so sudden. In one night, in one horrible night, Prince Aramil's life was destroyed. He had been sleeping in his bedroom when the revolt hit. A soldier had rushed in, intent on protecting the young prince but he had fallen as he was killed by an invader's arrow. His mother and father were killed and Aramil had tried to run. He had not gone far though before he had been captured and knocked unconcious.He slowly came too, finding himself chained to the wall in a strange bedroom. His dressing gown had been tossed away leaving him naked. His body was slim and curvy, what humans might call a female form. His hair was long, his ears pointing through it. He looked around a bit and tried to yank at his hcains but he got no where. After a bit he stopped and leaned back breaking into tears at the thought of what had just happened. Gone. Everything and everyone where gone. He was no longer royalty but a slave. Dagnarus was glad to hear that his slaves had arrived so quickly. All of them had been people that were loyal to the royal elven family. They now belonged to him. He was in the dungeon with them as they were stripped and cleaned. Each of them male. Their pale skin shining like moon light and their dark hair so thick. Dagnarus had all of them fitted with collars and each of them tied down while they received a branding mark to their hips. The mark was his family seal. This showed that they belonged to him and no one could take them away. Each of them cried out as the hot metal hit them and he hand inspected each of them, causing some of them to break into tears. There was twenty of them and he took care to feel and look over every inch of their bodies. All together he had twenty-one elven slaves, but one of them he'd ordered to be locked in his room and he'd take care of the branding himself. It was the prince.Once doneinspectinghis new slaves, he made his way up to his bedroom with a bottle of elven wine and two glasses. After all, the boy was a prince at heart and should be treated differently from his former servants.His tall and strong form pushed through the door and he smiled at his new prize. The prince was even more beautiful naked, "Hello, Prince Aramil. I do hope you remember me. I came to your house hold a few times with your uncle," he smiled and stayed out of reach of the boy for the moment and set the wine and glasses on a table, "I'm sorry that your parents had to be killed, but I managed to get your uncle to let you live, though I had to promise that you'd never leave my house," a fair trade he thought. He looked up as Dagnarus walked in. His eyes widened as he realized his own uncle had led this, this and that man. "My uncle?! The both of you! You killed them..my..my family.." He broke into tears as it hit him again. Why was this happening? He was a prince,a prince! "Let me go! Please, I..I am sure my family's supporters can pay you anything you want." He struggled against the chains as he looked at Dagnarus. He had never really liked the man, something about him had never set right. And now he knew why. Dagnarus chuckled lightly as he watched the boy crack and break his royal coldness for once. Elves were always so cold till they were hit with something like this. Like the ones down in the slave quarters now. They were new and his loyal men were taking care of them and telling them about their new lives. That they would be expected to do things around the mansion as well as please their lord physically whenever he asked for it. The fact that Dag liked men didn't bother them at all. He was a fearful man."I can't let you go. I promised I wouldn't. And you are my payment. My king wants your elven land. Your parents wouldn't give it up, so we paid your uncle and his men to take it by force and blame the deaths and such on someone else. That way, my king gets to use your uncle as his puppet and your uncle gets the crown, just like they both wanted. And you...and twenty of your servants, are part of my payment for making it all happen. They've already been cleaned and taken care of," he smiled and poured the wine, "Now, calm down. You'll come to like it here. I promise. Now, would you like some wine?" He sobbed a bit as he hung his head, his hair covering his face. His own uncle. "Y..your a monster. A monster." He replied, ignoring the offer of wine. He looked away not saying anything. He was a prince, not this man's toy. He hung his head again before he struggled against his chains one more time. He looked up at the man, glaring through them. "I hope your dragged into the Nine Hells you monster! My entire family!" he cried out as he broke into tears again. Dagnarus had kind of expected this on the first night. The prince would be harder to break, but he would break. Dag was sure of it, "I'm sure I'll end up in hell. I knew that a long time ago," he smirked and took a long drink of the wine, "And we didn't kill your whole family. Just any that were in front of you uncle becoming king, except you. I was told I would get twenty-one slaves...I picked you as my last one. You're the perfect male elf. I'll enjoy taking you to bed with me soon," he commented lightly. Dag enjoyed watching the boy cry. To bed? His beatiful face contorted with disgust as he said this. "I would never sleep wih you nor share a bed with you. Ever!" He looked up at him then spat up at him. "Your a disgusting human much like all of them!" A few elvish curse words erupted from his mouth as he looked up at him with pure hatered. Dag laughed and stood up, walking shifty over to the pretty male. He grabbed the boy's chin roughly and dragged him to his feet, "Who said I was going to give you a choice?" Dagnarus was not against taking what he wanted by force. Not at all. After all, he made his living by assassinating and stepping on people and starting wars. Why would he care if the one he wanted to sleep with wanted to or not? Leaning down, he ran his free hand over the others slender body for a moment, "Though you'll be doing a lot of things that you won't want to, Prince." He looked up at him, grunting in disgust as he was dragged to his feet by Dagnarus. He struggled a bit but the man was much better built then his own femine elven body. He looked up at him as he struggled. In a rather unroyalty type move, he spat up at him, hoping to land it in his eye. Anything to rebel against this man, to show his disgust. He wasn't some prize stallion to be broken in. When he felt the spit hit his cheek, right under his eye, he growled. Wiping it off with his shirt sleeve he glared down at the boy, "Bitch," Dag backhanded the prince's soft face, leaving a large red welt on the pale cheek, "You will be broken and learn to do as I say," the man snapped and lifted the boy up just to back hand him again. The warlord huffed and walked back over to his wine, drinking the last of the glass down and proceeded to throw the glass against the wall that the prince was chained to, "Maybe a night of sleeping with broken glass will teach you something," he growled and headed over to his bed where he removed his clothing and crawled into the thick blankets. His eyes widened as he realized what Dag was about too do. He tried to move, almost forgetting that he was chained to the wall. His fair face turned in pain as Dagnarus's large hand cut cross his cheek. He sobbed a bit in pain as he was lifted up again and hit. He cried out, trying to cut off his sobs as he hung there. All of a sudden the glass exploded on the wall next to him and he twisted, trying to move away from it.Dagnarus could hear Aramil sobbing softly as he fell asleep. Throughout the night Aramil would twist and turn, trying to avoid the broken glass. Several times he was cut a bit here and there, unable to sleep much due to the glass cutting and poking him. The next morning Dagnarus left without looking at the elf prince. He had things of more importance to take care of today, after all, it was the first day that the elves would be without their former leaders. Dag had to be there as the 'peace keeper' for the humans. He was dressed formally when he left, sending one of his new elven slaves in to take care of the prince, "Clean up the glass on the floor and clean him up too," none of the other slaves knew the prince had been taken.This elf was short for his age as well as his hair was shorter than the other's as well. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of loose pants and a collar. The guards had been told to drag any wearing the collars back inside the house and beat them if they tried to leave. There wasn't a door in this mansion that wasn't guarded."Prince Aramil!" the boy's eyes widened and he ran over to his prince to get the glass away from him. Aramil didn't look up as the warlord left. He just hung there weakly. Not only was the glass shards embedded in him but there were black circles under his eyes from not sleeping and the bruises on his face. He looked up weakly as the elven boy came in and smiled softly. "Thank you. he said weakly as he hung there. "What is your name?" The boy helped the prince up to his feet and quickly started to get the glass out of the way, "...I'm Gil, your highness," he said softly, "I worked in the kitchen at the palace," he add as an after thought, "They told us you and your parents had been killed," he grabbed up a piece of wet cloth and started to clean up the prince's wounds, "Has that man done to you what he did to us?" he asked, an embarrassed tone in his voice as he saw his prince naked. It was something that was normally forbidden, but he felt that in this case that might be forgiven. In this case it was certainly forgiven. "Nothing yet. Wnhat..what has he done to you?" he asked. He felt ashamed at having his nude form displayed like this but there was nothing he could do. "I am the only surviving member of my family at the moment...th..the others are...dead." Gil cleaned up the cuts and the glass as best he could and tried not to hurt the prince in the process. He hung his head some when asked what had been done to him and the others. He felt that it was shameful, "...they stripped us and then tied us down..." the boy shuddered as he remembered the night before, "...that man said he wanted to inspect us. He put his hands everywhere..." each of them had felt violated in every way, "Then a bigger man held us down as they branded us," he pulled his pants down a little to show a seal branded into his skin on his hip. The mark was still fresh and red, a little blood was on it as well, "He said he had one in his room that he wanted to do himself...we didn't know it was you, Prince." Aramil stared in disbelief at the symbol on the boy. He was going to be branded like a cattle! He didn't know what to say just looked down a bit. What could he do? "I..I do not know what will happen to us Gil. I will do what I can but..." he bit his lip not sure what he could tell him. Things were bleak and he doubt he could bargain for their safety. Maybe he could try though. The smaller elf understood that not much could be done. They were slaves. It was hard to break that, "He said he would treat us good if you obeyed him...This morning when he came down to get me, he said I would be the one to pay for you not listening to him last night..." Gil didn't quite know what that meant, but he was sure it wasn't good. The boy looked scared and handed the prince a small blanket for the prince to cover up with, "Are you hungry, Sire?" His eyes widened as he realized how this was going to work. He would have to do everything he was made to do or his people would suffer. He looked away trying not to cry in front of this boy. He nodded a bit and smiled softly. "I am, some water too. Please." Now was not the time for titles, as of today they were all equal as slaves. The elven boy nodded and quickly ran off to get his prince a glass of water. He brought it back and held it out to the prince, "I know that I'll get hurt for it...but I don't want you to give into him, Sire. If you do, all the others will lose hope. I don't care if he beats me. He already said he wouldn't kill us cause we'd be too hard to replace." He smiled softly as he sipped at the water. "I will do what I can but I can't let my subjects be harmed for me. I..I will try and fight him as much as possible though." He was a symbol for his people now, there was much more on the line now then just his safety. Gil stayed with the prince all day, trying to comfort him. He'd been a servant his whole life, slavery just meant he wasn't getting paid. At least that was the simple version of it. He kept the prince fed and watered, even tried to pull the chain from the wall. The trying to break the chain and free the prince hadn't worked, but it was a nice try.Dag came back near sun down and went straight to his room, knowing what was waiting for him in there. Two elves. He smiled as he pushed the door open and saw the prince and the slave sitting on the floor together, "How sweet you two look," he joked and walked over, pulling Gil away from Aramil by his hair, "I told you to just clean him up, not sit and chat all day," the boy whimpered and apologized before being thrown to the bed.Dagnarus looked down at his prized elf and smirked, "And how are you feeling this evening, prince? More willing to accept?" Aramil was touched by the young boy's willingness to stay with him all day. He enjoyed the company at least, things didn't seem as bleak with Gil here. When Dag came in he looked up as Gil was thrown onto the bed. He blinked a bit and bit his lip. He couldn't let this boy suffer for his kidness. "Only if..." He caught himself, gathering the courage to continue. "Only if you let the boy go. Please, don't touch him. He only stayed because..because I told him too." He lied hoping that maybe he could direct Dagnarus's wrath onto him instead of onto Gil. Gil would of protested to the prince doing such a thing, but a glare from the human made him keep his mouth shut. The elven boy just huddled up on the bed out of Dag's reach, "Good," he human commented towards the prince, "And don't even give my slaves an order again. If you do, I'll have you both beaten," he growled and walked over to the bed, yanking the slender elf off of it roughly, "Get out of here. Go back to your room with the others," he snapped and Gil nodded before quickly running out, nearly tripping over his own feet as he went."Little Prince," he said jokingly, "Before anything else, you must be marked," Dagnarus wasn't going to wait too long to do that. If he did and someone took Aramil or the boy got away, then he couldn't claim him back, "Get rid of that blanket and bend over this," he kicked a chair towards the prince and walked over to his bedroom fireplace and got the fire going. Once it was burning nicely, he took a fire poker that had his family seal on it and set it in there, "Needs to get nice and hot so the mark will scar." Aramil winced a bit, looking over at Gil as he ran by him. There was nothing but pity in his eyes. He couldn't let his people suffer because of him. He sighed a bit, relieved that he had helped him.His eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen. He was still chained up so he couldn't remove the blanket himself and he ddin't want to. "I..I'm not some cow. I'm a prince..a elf..not some animal!" he cried out, trynig to pull away as he stared at the red hot brand. He could all ready smell it heating up, in his mind he could all ready smell burning flesh. "You're not a prince any more. You aren't a cow, that's for sure, but you don't have freedom anymore. I own you. Once you're branded with my seal, then no one can take you from me," he walked over and pulled the blanket from the naked prince's body, leaning down and pulling him up to his feet, "I can't wait to make you mine," he purred and walked back over to the fire place, pulling the brander out and smiling, "This is going to hurt."Dag set it down near the prince, knowing he was going to have to hold the boy down, "The less you struggle, the quicker it'll be over with, okay?" he felt himself grow hard in his pants as he thought about the young elf screaming. He remembered the night before when he'd helped in branding all of his other elven slaves. He'd taken one of the boy's after the branding and done a further 'inspection' to help ease the tightness between his legs.Quickly, he man grabbed the boy by the neck and threw him to the floor. Dagnarus put all his weight down as he pinned the boy to the floor and reached for the brander, "Don't be too proud to scream," he mentioned before pressing the white hot metal into the boy's hip. He whimpered, gasping as he was hauled to his feet. He gasped a bit as he was thrown to the floor, crying out as he met the hard floor. He tried to get up but felt Dagnarus pinning him hard to the floor. "N..No! No!" He cried out as he struggled, trying to throw the much stronger man off his slender back.All of a sudden he felt the heat getting closer then it was pressing into him and he smelt his own flesh burning. Tears and snot ran down his pretty face as he screamed in pain flailing now not to escape from Dagnarus himself but from the pain, the horrible burning pain. Dag nearly moaned at the sound of the young elf's cries. Aramil had a wonderful screaming voice that he hoped to hear more of. He probably held the brander to the boy's skin longer than he had to, but he just wanted to keep hearing the cries of pain. He thought about branding the other hip just to hear it again, but that wasn't needed at the moment. If the scar didn't heal right, then he'd get to do it again to the other hip. Smiling, he pulled the hot metal from the boy's skin, some of the skin having stuck to the metal and he tossed it back into the fire place to let the fire clean it, "That was wonderful..." he hissed a little as he leaned down and ground the hard bulge into the prince's backside, "You scream so beautifully.""Now I just need to inspect you a bit," usually after branding, people were less likely to struggle as they were too busy thinking about the pain. He turned the boy over and eagerly let his eyes feast on the lithe body in front of him, "Make sure that you are worthy of being my bedroom slave," well, at least the one that would stay in his bedroom, "Very nice..." he muttered as he started to roam his hands over the tender flesh. He screamed until he was hoarse, breaking into sobs as he felt the brand being pulled away from him. He could feel his own melted flesh sticking to the brand, gasping in shocking pain as it was removed. He sobbed silently as he felt Dag grinding into his backside, feeling his hard bulge rubbing against his buttocks.He was flipped over, his curvy beautiful body a feast for Dag's eyes. He felt his captor's hands roaming over is body but all he could focus on was the pain, the horrible pain that was cutting into his backside. The taller human male was busy playing with his new toy as the boy was crying. He lowered his head down to the boy's chest and ran his tongue over one of the tender nubs. Tasting the slightly salty flesh before biting down on it lightly. The throbbing between his legs became more so as he started to suckle and play with the nub of flesh with his tongue.Reaching down with a hand, he fumbled around till he found the boy's limp member. It wasn't huge, but Dagnarus didn't care about the size. He wanted to make the boy scream. Sitting up, he looked down between Amaril's legs, "Let's see how much you can take," he said with a smile as he pinched the head of the boy's sensitive length harshly. His own length twitching with excitement as he pinched and twisted the flesh. He was sobbing, choking on his tears as he felt the human's tongue running along his hairless chest and along one of his nipples. He gasped whimpering and trying to push him away as he suckled and lick at it.All of a sudden he felt Dag's hand grasping for his small Elven member. Feeling that large rough hand grabbing it, he cried out as it was pinched and cruely twisted. He sobbed in pain, screaming as he was roughly manhandled. Dagnarus seemed to enjoy the sounds of the boy's screams. It caused him to push further and harder. Wanting to see what all caused the boy to call out in such a way. With a moan, he stopped the painful torture to the elf's member. He smiled and ran a rough hand over the smooth flesh, letting his hand smack on the slightly bleeding wound on the boy's hip once before standing up and rubbing the large bulge between his own legs, "You have a wonderful voice. Just those sounds got me going," he said with a smirk.Dag wondered when would be a good time to take the elven prince's body into his bed. Not right now, though. The wound would bleed and stain all over his expensive blankets and sheets. He didn't need that. Maybe tonight he would just drag one of the other elven men up here to have his way with. That thought left Dag's mind though. He wanted the prince. He wanted to hear the once high and mighty prince scream for him again.Rubbing the bulge again, he pulled the boy up to his feet and pressed him against the wall that he was chained to, "I can't seem to decide whether I want to take you in bed or just here on the floor..." the bed seemed a better place, though he had been with people on floors and in dirt before, "You're lucky you used to be a prince. I'm going to be nice and wait for you to heal before throwing you on the bed," leaning over he ran his tongue up the boy's neck, pressing his trapped member against the others body, "I think I'm going to show you off to people before I make you scream in my bed," that wasn't going to stop him from getting off right now though.Holding the boy with one hand, he reached his other hand down and freed his length from his pants. He took hold of one of Amaril's hands and wrapped it around his hardened length. With a moan, he started to thrust into the boy's hand, "Grip it...Or I'll throw another glass down for you to sleep on." H lay there sobbing as he was fondled like some harem slave. But then that was what he seemed to be. He lay there crying for awhile until he was pulled up and against the wall. He screamed a bit as the sore burned flesh brushed against a chain. He whispered softly as he watched Dagnarus taking out his length, thrusting it into his hand. Human cocks were so much bigger then Elven penises and this one was no different. Quickly he gripped it not wanting to feel the sharp pain of the glass again. Dag moaned softly as he felt the fingers close around his throbbing length, "Good boy," the man thrust his hips and began to nearly have sex with Amaril's hand, "You're learning fast," he purred as he picked up some speed. Dagnarus knew that this was nothing compared to how it would feel once he got the boy in bed, but it still felt good. Both of his hands were pressed against the wall by the prince's head as he thrust. It didn't take long for him to finish. His fluids shot out and coated the boy's hand and leg some as well as the wall behind Amaril. Normally he could last longer, but to him, all the crying and screaming had been a tease and he couldn't hold back anymore. Aramil closed his eyes, trying to not look at the large human member he had in his hand. All of a sudden he heard Dagnarus's pants turning into a moan. He whimpered, biting back a sound of disgust as Dag came hard coating his leg and hand with his fluids. Dag nuzzled and licked the elven's boy's neck, "Such a good, Slut," he commented with a small chuckle before pulling himself from the other's hand and putting himself back into his pants, "Have a good sleep," he gave the wound on Aramil's hip a small smack before heading over to his bed and tossing the boy a cloth to clean himself up with.Dagnarus didn't do much to the boy over the next few days. He was busy and didn't have time to attend to his pets. He did make sure that Aramil was fed and such though. Even had him given a blanket to sleep with since it was getting closer to winter. But he still left the boy naked and chained to the wall.One day, he awoke and looked over at Aramil, "You get to leave the room today," he said with a smile and walked over to the boy, tossing him some clothing, "Get dressed," the clothing was rather skimpy. It looked very much like a harem girl out fit. Aramil sobbed softly as he felt the man's tongue runnign along his neck. He felt dirty and used. All of a sudden that hand slapped his wound and he cried out as the pain hit him again.Over the next few days, he talked less and less. He cleaned himself off as best as he could but he was quickly losing hope of ever being free.The day he was woken up he blinked suprised that he was not only going to get to leave the room but that he could get dressed as well. He looked up as clothing was tossed at him, looking down at it. "T..these are girl's clothing.." Dag had a dinner planned tonight where he would show off the elven prince as his newest 'conquest' to his friends. The boy's uncle would be there as well. He'd already told the older elven man that the prince was branded and that if the boy said anything during the dinner, that no one would really care. Most of the people that would be there would be people that had a hand in the take over of the elven lands."Put them on or I'll put them on for you," he gave a sly smile, "Though you might need a bath when I'm done," he doubted the boy would want that. The cloth was a silvery color and very expensive, "You're going to be my date for a party tonight. So get dressed or I'll bring one of the other boys up here to serve out your punishment in my bed." He quickly looked away not saying anything. Slowly he stood up and turned around so his slender back and butt were facing Dag. He then started to get dressed. The outfit looked quite revealing, he felt like some tarted up slut. One of the last tihngs he wanted to do was be this man's date. But he had no choice, his captor would not give in until the proud prince was broken in. Dagnarus watched the prince dress did his best not to get too turned on by the situation. The outfit fit the boy perfectly. The top coming to a stop just above his navel and the pants flowing around his slender legs like a dress. The color went well with the boy's dark hair. He knew that some of his friends at the dinner would be jealous that he had such a wonderful looking toy. Even men who claimed they only enjoyed women in bed would fall prey to a pretty elven boy once in a while. Dag had at one time and now that's all he craved."Very lovely..." he muttered and walked over to undo the boy's chains, "Now remember...if you try to run from me, I will kill one of the other boys for every hour that you're missing. If I have to kill all of them, I'll just go ask your uncle for more. Plus, you have my branding on you. Someone will find you and bring you back to me," he purred into the boy's ear as he ran his hands over Aramil's hips, "Now let's go...I know at least one person that is dying to see you at dinner. Don't call him your uncle anymore though. He has told everyone that you died in the raid. The only ones that know differently are the ones that were involved in the raid."He wrapped a strong arm around the boy's waist and started to pull him out of the bedroom. None of the other elven boys were seen as they walked through the hallways. Dag preferred to keep them locked up on nights when he was having a party. It didn't take them long to get to a dining hall.Many men were in the room, talking loudly. Though there were a few elven men sitting quietly at the table, talking amongst themselves. One of them was Aramil's uncle, "Good evening everyone," he said as he walked to the head of the table with the elven prince in his arms. Once Dag was seated, he pulled the boy into his lap like a whore and smiled, "Agmar, I think you will remember someone," he motioned from the boy's uncle to the prince in his lap.The older elven man seemed a little shocked to see his nephew in such a way, "Why, Aramil, you look like a tart," he chuckled. To see the once proud and prude prince down at such a level was quite enjoyable. He bit his lip as he dressed, looking down at himself. He looked almost like a girl, or what humans would call a rent boy. He blushed a bit, trying to not cry in front of his captor. He knew there was no where he could run too, any allies he had might have been working for Dagnarus for all he knew. That and he could not risk his people's safety.He wanted to push Dagnarus away as he grabbed his hips but he knew the man was far too big. He let himself be led, a big strong arm around his waist as he was led out into the dining room. As he walked in, he kept his head down not wanting anyone to see him. BUt of course his uncle knew.His captor..owner..sat down, oulling Aramil into his lap. He squirmed a bit, keeping his gaze down. His lovely pale skin turned red as he blushed at being called a tart, his own uncle mocking him. He was no longer royalty, only the personal consort to this monster. Dag enjoyed the way the boy was acting. He could tell that the boy was embarrassed and that turned him on, "Agmar, he may look like a tart, but he's all mine," he commented and nuzzled his head into the elven boy's neck."You can have him. He was of no use to our country anyways. A prudish boy," the elven man smirked and sipped at a glass of wine, "He would of either gone to you or been killed in the raid with his parents," the man shrugged and went back to conversing with the man to his other side.The night was filled with Dagnarus molesting the boy for his own pleasure and to humiliate him. The other men in the room got a kick out of it. They all knew Dag's taste and thought it was amusing. Aramil felt sickish as Dagnarus nuzzled into his neck. He squied a bit but quickly looked up as he heard what his own Uncle had said. He fought back the tears as he looked away.Through out the night he was molested and humilated by Dagnarus. Once or twice, despite himself, he found himself getting hard as he was felt up. He tried onceor twice to leave Dagnaru's lap but he knew the much stonger man would not let him budge. The boy's once in a while arousal didn't go unnoticed by the warlord. He didn't care what other's thought as his hand occasionally slipped into the silky pants to tease the boy's member. It made him feel better to know that everyone in the room was getting a kick out of the embarrassment that the elven prince was being put through. Elves were seen as prudish and stuck up. It felt good to see the prince in whore clothing and being made to sit through these torments.Dagnarus wasn't through though. He had something special planned for after dinner. Most of the people left once the meal was finished, but a small group stayed behind. Aramil's uncle and the other traitor elves left with him and most of the other men left. But a small group of men, not much different from Dagnarus in build, were sitting around the table with their wine glasses still."Bidding starts at one hundred gold pieces. Rules are that his virginity stays in tact, no lasting damage to his body, no marking, and no taking him out of my mansion," Dagnarus smiled and stood up, pulling the boy into his arms and standing him up on the table, "Start bidding, Men."Before the Aramil could say anything, "Two hundred gold pieces for the night," a man sitting near Dagnarus called out. He was quickly out bid by another man down the table, "Two hundred and fifty gold pieces," numbers started to get called out and Dagnarus just sat back and enjoyed. He cried out a bit, bititng his bottom lip to stiffle his moans or cries as he felt the man's hands playing with his small member. He blushed as he was made to be this man's whore for the evening.He watched his uncle and the other traitors leave with venom in his eyes and hearts for them. All of a sudden he turned around and realized there were still people left. As soon as Dagnarus started laying down the rules, Aramil started to struggle. Quickly though Dagnarus had stood up and he was forced into standing on the table. He wanted to escape, to die..anything then to be made to serve these men. The bidding started to reach high amounts when Dagnarus stood up and grabbed the boy by the hips and yanked the silk pants down. Exposing the boy's shapely body and small member. The smooth skin and round hips enticed the men to bid higher, "Two thousand gold pieces," one of the men shouted."Sold!" Dag shouted back out and smiled, pulling the nearly naked boy off the table and back onto the floor. The man that had won picked the pants off the table and walked around to hand them to Aramil, "Ash, I didn't know you had a taste for elven boys..." Dag chuckled."Normally I don't, but elven men aren't that different from elven women when it comes to their bodies," the man smiled and admired his win as the other men started out of the room, "And I couldn't pass up the chance to have the elven prince all to myself for a night. Are you sure I can't have his virginity? I'll pay you extra for it...""No," Dagnarus growled, "That belongs to me," Ash nodded in acceptance."Fine..." Ash was a little shorter than Dag was, a little more slender as well in build. He was still rather intimidating though. He was known for being rather cruel to his enemies. Not showing any mercy for his captured people. Selling the women and children, viciously slaughtering the men and elders. Burning the towns down and selling the lands in parts."Remember the rules. A single mark left on his body other than bruises and I will hunt you down..." the man growled before leaving the room."No worries..." Ash purred and pulled Aramil close to him, "For a boy, you're very beautiful...I can see why Dag would want to keep you to himself." Aramil cried out in shock as the silk pants were yanked down. He tried to cover himself but the bidding kept going up. He looked over to see who was buying him, blushing deeply. He was yanked off the table as Ash apporached him. handing him his pants much to his suprise.He put them on not loking Ash in the face, looking down at the ground. He gasped as he was pulled closer to be dragged out of the room. He thought about trying to break free but he knew not only did he have no where to go, neither did his people in the dungeons below. Ash licked his lips as he thought of the things he could do to the boy. While sex was out of the option, there were plenty of other things they could do. He wanted to see the boy's whole body and take advantage of it.Not wasting any time, he started to drag the nearly naked boy through the halls of the mansion till he got to one of the guest rooms. He pulled the boy in and smiled as he locked the door behind him, "Why don't you take the rest of that outfit off and get up on the bed? I have you for a whole night and I need to think of what we can do other than me taking that round backside of yours." Quickly he looked around, trying to find some way to escape. Of course there was none other then that locked door. He choked back a sob of terror as he slowly stripped off what little clothing he had on. He was a bit skinnier then he had been due to the bread and water diet and his flawless skin was broken by Dag's mark on his hip. Sobbing softly, he climbed onto the bed, his eyes searching the room for anything. Ash licked his lips as he watched the boy finish undressing. It was true. An elven man's body wasn't too different from a elven woman's body. The only reason he wanted Aramil was because the boy had been a prince. Ash loved humiliating royalty. Problem was that he couldn't do it often. So he took his chances when he could.The man frowned a little when he saw the branding on the boy's hip. All thoughts of stealing the boy away were gone. Dagnarus would kill him and no one would blame him because the boy did belong to him, "What to do, what to do..." the boy's tight backside was what he really wanted. Maybe once Dag broke the boy's virginity, he could have a go at it.Smiling, he pulled some of his clothing off and climbed onto the bed, pushing the boy down, "My, my, my..." he groaned as he felt himself get hard as their bodies got closer together, "I promise to be a bit more gentle than Dag is with you." Aramil blushed and looked away. He had never seen a human naked before, and he had no desire. He knew that as long as he did not enjoy the things done to him, he could keep a sort of wall between him and Dagnaurs. If he started to enjoy these...things...then he would be lost and the whore Dagnarus wanted him to be.He gasped whimpering as he was pushed down, feeling Ash climbing on top of them. "P..please sir..he said..not to take me." He pleaded, afraid he was about to be raped. Ash chuckled a little bit, "I'm not going to take you. Dagnarus would kill me if he found out. Though I am tempted," he licked his lips and ground their naked hips together, "No...I want you to suck me. I want you on your hands and knees between my legs. I want you to wrap those soft lips around me and suck till I cum. Then I want you to drink it all down," he leaned over and ran his tongue up the boy's neck before rolling off and sitting up against one of the pillows."Suck it. Now." Aramil blushed then gasped softly as he felt Ash's tongue slowly running across his neck, those hips grinding against him. Once more his smaller member started to grow hard.He blushed softly as he moved to all fours like some common dog. "P..please sir..I..I have never.." He licked his soft lips and swallowed. "I didn't ask if you could do it or not, I said to do it," he growled and reached out to grab a fist full of the boy's hair, "Now open that mouth and suck me," he growled again and pushed the elven prince's head down towards his cock, "Now. If you don't do it now, then it'll be a lot more painful in a moment." He cried out as fist full of his hair was grabbed. He whispered softly looking at this human's cock. It was much larger then his own, much large then most elves' in fact. Slowly he opened his mouth and gently gave it a lick beofre he slowly worked on wrapping his unexperienced lips around it. Ash smirked as the boy gave in to the easy way. He smiled and licked his lips as the prince's tongue darted out some and started to wrap around his cock. It felt wonderful, "Good boy...Now do better," he growled lowly and used his grip on the hair to push Aramil's head down all the way over his length. Not caring if it choked the boy or hurt him, "That's it..." he moaned and rest his head back on the pillow. He tried to take it in as best as he could but he struggled with it until Ash grabbed his hair and pushed him down all the way onto it. His eyes wideneed, feeling himself choking a bit as he was forced to ceep throat him. Feeling the boy gag a little too much, he let go of the hair. Dagnarus would kill him if he killed the boy by choking him. Even though he let go of the hair, he kept his hand in a place that would keep the boy from pulling his head completely off his length, "Use your tongue. Dagnarus is only allowing people to use you like this so that you'll learn a few things. So learn to use your tongue. If you don't do it right, I'll shove your head back down," he smirked and thrust his hips a little bit. Aramil tried to breath through his nose as much as possible, letting his tongue slide along the length in his mouth. He felt so dirty being forced to servive another man like thus but it seemed to be his new place. As a whore for these conquerors. He tried not to cry as he kept running his tongue along it, trying to please this man. Ash groaned lightly and watched the beautiful male suckle on his length. It felt wonderful. Most women couldn't even get him off like this, "Very good. You should please Dag rather well," he smirked and rubbed the back of the boy's head, "Make sure not to forget my sac. Move your head off me and get below it," he instructed. Ash knew full well what Dagnarus wanted by selling the boy off for a night. He wanted the boy to get a bit of experience. He sucked on it a bit and looked up at it. Even Aramil ahd to admit that it felt good to have someone rubbing his head like this. He did as he was told, not wanting to be hurt again. He slid Ash out of his mouth and got below looking at his sack. Quickly and timidly he licked at it, not fully sure what to do with it. Ash smirked and resisted the urge to thrust his lips, "Very good," he commented as he felt the tongue licking and lapping at his sac. It had been a while since he'd had anyone do this to him. Seeing a beautiful boy down between his legs with his cock in his mouth was a good feeling.It didn't take long before he felt like he was going to lose his load, "Take it back in your mouth..." he didn't wait for the boy to do it on his own. He grabbed the silky hair and shoved the whole length down the elven boy's throat. Ash knew that Aramil would pull off, so he kept his hand on the back of his head and groaned as he shot off into the warm mouth. He yelped as he was grabbed by his haor and Ash's cock shoved back into his mouth. All of a sudden he felt Ash's body tighten and then his mouth was filled with the warm salty taste. His eyes went wide and he struggled beofre he realized he had to swallow if he did not want to choke! Trying not to gag, he started to swallow hving his first taste of a man's cum. It felt wonderful. Ash could feel his seed sliding down the boy's throat. Panting softly, he made sure to get every last drop out before shoving the elf off him. The fact that he'd just got off meant that he was no longer all that interested in the prince. Ash had just wanted to get off and humiliate the elven prince. Now that he'd done that, he was no longer seeing the beautiful boy as anything all that amazing. He'd had better blow jobs before, so this didn't feel as good as it had at first, "Get dressed. I'm bored with you now." He fell back, gasping and coughing as he tried to not spill a drop of the man's seed. He did not want to be beaten for failing to do so. He looked up weakly at Ash, tears welling in his eyes. He had just been used and then cast aside. Truly he was being made into the human's whore. Slowly he got dressed again in the humilating slutty outfit. He was scared that his night was not yet over. Ash had paid for a full night and was trying to think of things that he could do with the boy. Now that he'd gotten his first release, he wasn't all that interested in the boy anymore. He couldn't take the boy's virginity, so that lowered the number of things they could do. After a moment of thinking, he got an idea. Ash wanted to see Aramil cum. It wasn't fair for him to be the only one to get off after all, "Hmmmm...I want you to jerk yourself off. Get yourself good and hard. Lay out on the bed in front of me and do it. Just pull your pants down below your cock and rub it," he smiled and relaxed back on the pillows. Aramil thought about saying something but then he remembered the times he had been hit. Slowly he laid back and started to pull his pants down. He blushed softly as his small cock was revealed. He gripped it in his hand and slowly started to jerk himself off. He bite hit bottom lip, not wanting to let himself go in front of this man. Ash licked his lips as the boy's small cock was shown. Elven women were always tight and deep. It was hard to imagine that a an elven woman could feel it when a elven man was inside of her, "Very nice," Ash had a sick obsession with elven people. He liked human women, but would never be with a human man. But gender didn't matter when it came to an elf for Ash. All of them were beautiful and he found it rather arousing to see a fully grown male pull out a small, thin member.Groaning, he crawled over and between Aramil's legs, "Beautiful," he moaned as he watched from a very close distance. Anytime he was a with an elven male, he always made them stoke themselves and cum like this. Ash was known for taking young lovers, nothing too young, but he seemed to enjoy a body that looked underdeveloped. It made him feel more powerful, "Come on, Cutie, let it go. I know you want to. You're dripping with need. Let it go," he ran a finger through the precum that was forming on Aramil's tip. Aramil gasps as his breathing deepened. Ash could see he was getting very aroused, his sack had tightened. all of a sudden he arched his back and moaned as he came. He shivered for a few seconds lost in the pleasure, temporarily forgetting how he was being debased and used. "Good boy," he said with a smile as he saw the thin, white string shoot from the tip of prince's member. The fluid lightly coated the boy's stomach. Smiling still, he reached down and patted Aramil's sac, making sure every drop got out, "There we go. That's better. Didn't that feel good?"There was little else Ash could think of to do with the small boy. He wasn't allowed to take the boy, so he had no more use for him, "Get cleaned up and go back to your master. I don't need you anymore," he'd go into town and find a whore to screw, or maybe just take one of Dagnarus's other elven slaves to bed with him. After all, he wasn't told not to take any of them, just not Aramil. Aramil lay there, his head bowed as he sobbed softly. Quietly he cleaned himself back up and then got redressed into the whore clothing he was forced to wear. He left the room starting the slow walk back to the man he was forced to call Master.

You Can't Do That, I'm A Prince! (Michi No Sora and Trippingsatyr)

Gods and Monsters [5e High-Level Playtest]

You find yourself standing in a huge, majestic chamber, adorned with soaring pillars and open to a star-filled sky. The chamber is pentagonal, with grand archways in each side leading to even grander halls that seem to stretch on forever. In the center of the chamber, a massive statue rises beyond even the height of the chamber's walls. The man-shaped statue's arms are slightly extended, palms up and fingers slightly curled as though it was holding something, although there is nothing in its hands. It's massive face looks down at you as a stern father would upon an unruly child -- with just the slightest hint of displeasure. Strangely, no matter where you walk around the base of the statue, it always faces you.A circular table of polished weirwood surrounds the base of the statue. Several dozen nondescript chairs, too large for any normal human, are spaced evenly around the table.Beside you are four others, each recognizable as a great hero (or villain) of the Realms. And like you, they appear similarly perplexed at how they arrived and why they are here...You quickly notice that none of your magic seems to operate here.Spoiler: OOC Hide Feel free to introduce your characters and we'll get to the battles shortly. Characters: Ragnhild Giantsbane Breena Folkor Toruk Makto Nerissa Roubis Fargor Xiloscient OOC Thread Nerissaattempts to Misty Step off to the side, seeing if her magic is truly non-functional. Fargor looks around, surveying the others carefully.Spoiler: OoC Hide Guess it's a good thing I didn't get around to choosing magic items yet. Ragnhildtosses her runed hammer up into the air. She has to make an effort to catch it, and she frowns at that, the creases around her mouth deepening. She looks around the too-large room with narrowed grey eyes, casting her senses around for any sign of a foe.Spoiler Hide Using Primeval Awareness: my favored enemies are Undead and Giants. Probably won't find anything, but hell. this place is big enough for the latter. The mist that Nerissa's spell normally conjures fails to materialize. It's a strange feeling, the complete lack of magic, but she has felt it before in the rare dead magic areas that drift among the great sands of Anauroch.Ragnhild does not spot any signs of a foe. The other four humanoids appear to be the only living (or unliving) beings in the area.Spoiler: OOC Hide AvatarVecna, you'll still want to get those magical items, as once the battles begin you will have access to magic Well-Nerissa begins, before letting out a colorful stream of curses.There goes my... Everything. Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis Spoiler: OOC Hide AvatarVecna, you'll still want to get those magical items, as once the battles begin you will have access to magic Spoiler: OoC Hide I figured that would be the case - otherwise there'd be no point to telling people to pick items. Spoiler: OOC Hide Unless I was being a jerk DM of course! Gonna wait until tomorrow when everyone has a chance to do 1-2 posts, and then I'll get it rolling! Toruk walks forward, his massive body moving with a grace usually unheard of in a man so large. His great axe slung over his shoulder, he played with the statue as it watched him, smiling as it followed him. Snorting at it,"When this turns to watch me is it still looking at the rest of you?"he call from behind the statue to no one in particular. "Aye,"Ragnhild says, looking up into the statue's expressionless eyes."I'd say illusion, if there were any magic in these halls. No giants either, though it's sized for their kind. Just us lot." Breena looks mildly dismayed at the apparent antimagic going on here. A student of the scientific method, she begins walking around the chamber, casting Minor Illusion to see if there's anywhere her magic works. After this, she quickly ducks into one of the side halls, seeing if her magic works there. Okay, planning time. Let's see...Spoiler: OOC Hide Int Check to see what I know about... Well, anything now. (1d20+5)[22], +1 if any skill applies, +7 if that skill is Investigation. Breena's illusions fail to materialize, which is quite inexplicable considering that the statue must be magical. She moves to one of the hallways, but her magic is no more effective there than it was in the central chamber. However, while she is in the hallway (which, unlike the central chamber, has a ceiling) she notices that there are large double doors set at regular intervals on both sides. Here and there, equally large paintings hang on the walls. The nearest one to her depicts an enormous serpent partially coiled around a nearly-as-enormous man -- they appear to be battling to the death as the world around them is ravaged by fire, wind, water, and earth. It is truly a masterful work of art, not quite like anything ever before seen.Spoiler: OOC Hide The statue is about 60 ft. tall, while the chairs are sized for someone about 10-12 ft. tall. Spoiler: If Breanna or Nerissa makes a Religion check DC 15 Hide The painting depicts the great battle between the Elder Gods and the Primordials. The snake is Ourorboros the World Serpent, who was eventually slain and became three separate gods. Spoiler: Religion check DC 20 Hide You are in a special plane called Cynosure, a neutral meeting ground for the gods. It is said that the only way to enter or exit the plane is through the portals that lead to the home domains of the gods, although that seems to be proven false judging from your arrival. The statue is almost certainly that of Ao the Overgod. Okay. This painting? Elder Gods versus Primordials. More importantly, I know where we are. Cynosure. The meeting place of the gods. And the statue is of Ao,she adds.What this means, though... Hell if I know. Toruk finishes his inspection of the statue, more a curiosity to him than anything else. Snorting again,"Cynosure. What business do the gods have with us then?" Originally Posted by Lioslaith Toruk finishes his inspection of the statue, more a curiosity to him than anything else. Snorting again, "Cynosure. What business do the gods have with us then?" Perhaps they need new champions? We have quite the skill set, after all. "I like the way you think. That is much better than what I had managed to come up with."Toruk explores around the chamber searching for what he doesn't know. Just searching for something to do while he waits.Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d20+7)[12] I found my axe i was carrying... "Or maybe they want to give us a talking-to. Make sure we don't mess up their world too much. However, my best guess is that we're here for something else. I don't think the gods would make us wait."Breena admires the tapestry, making sure not to touch it.Spoiler: Portent rolls Hide (3d20)[15][1][12](28) A hearty laugh erupts from Toruk,"It's been my experience with the gods that making us wait is likely the thing they do best!" Ragnhild spits on the floor next to one of the chairs."Gods. I've never held with their like. Meddling and cryptic, the lot of them."She looks up at the ceiling, mouth twisted into a grimace."If you bastards can hear me like all those clerics say you can, let's get this nonsense over with!" "HA HA, I like you dwarf."Toruk extends a massive hand to the dwarf,"Toruk Makto, Leader of the Band of the White Hand mercenaries, well met!" Fargor kept his views on religion to himself. He didn't expect mortals to understand the long-term view point immortals tended to take, nor the patience necessary to hold a conversation with them. He could be patient enough... Ragnhild shakes Toruk's hand with a crushing grip."Ragnhild Giantsbane. I work with people here and there. Can't say I ever had a company though. You might have heard of me from that frost giant raid about three or four years back?"She taps a thick band hanging from her belt."I've still got the chief's ring." Smiling and matching the pressure of the grip with just a slight increase,"Nooo, that was you?!? Impressive! Killing giants is no small feat. How did you take them down? Hamstring? Achilles heel? Grab them by the sack and pull?. He trails off, lost in thought. Before anyone has a chance to answer that last question, you notice a door opening in each of the five hallways, still quite a distance from you. From one emanates the sound of metal gears slowly turning with a rhythmic *clank...clank...clank*. The second doorway seems to suck in the light of the hallway, cloaking it in shadow. From the third doorway a freezing wind blows, howling through the hall and limning the walls with rime. A wind also blows through the fourth doorway, but it is far gentler and carries with it the smell of pine and the sea. The fifth doorway displays none of the impressive effects of the other doorways -- a soft light as though from a dancing lights spell spills through.And from each doorway, a lone figure emerges. Each is an exceptionally large humanoid between 9-12 ft. tall and you can feel the power that emanates from them -- like a vibration in the air that reaches through your flesh and down into your bones.The first figure is a massive, fully armored knight, with a visored helm and a bastard sword. As he walks towards you his booted feet clang on the stone floor with a steady certainty of purpose.The second figure is a handsome, black-haired man of oily looks and slender build. His eyes pass over you dismissively, as though you were no more than ants and he seems to be paying little more mind to the other figures.The third figure is the most visually impressive of them all. A beautiful apparition of icy hauteur glides silently towards you -- an impassive figure in an ornate crown and hooked, spurred armor of opaque, light blue ice.The fourth figure is a tall, handsome man with dark hair and a regal manner. He is clad in a dark, swirling cloak that whips around him as if by swirling winds and blurs the outlines of his figure. His booted feet never seem to touch the ground as he strides your way.The fifth figure is white-bearded, white-haired vigorous old man dressed in gray silk robes carrying a staff topped with a huge, cabochon-cut topaz. His staff clacks against the floor as he approaches you.Spoiler: OOC Hide It doesn't take a skill check to know that these are gods, or their avatars at least. "Hello, mister gods! I was wondering when you'd show up. What do you want with us that's so important it had to pull me away from my research?"Breena smiles at them, the picture of arrogance.Spoiler: OOC Hide Religion to know what gods they are. (1d20+11)[30] Spoiler: Religion results Hide First avatar is Helm, the Vigilant One (LN Intermediate Power) Second avatar is Bane, the Black Hand (LE Greater Power) Third avatar is Auril, the Frostmaiden (NE Lesser Power) Fourth avatar is Shaundakul, the Rider of the Winds (CN Lesser Power) Fifth avatar is Azuth, the High One, Patron of Wizards (LN Lesser Power) Savras was a god of diviners who fought a challenge against Azuth, lost, and was imprisoned in a scepter now known as the Scepter of Savras. "...and what insightful research it is. Your mastery of the art of divination is unparalleled.... although Savras may beg to differ...", the old man says in a deadpan voice.The handsome, raven-haired man sneers."Helm, is this the best you could do? I've seen mongrelfolk with more potential than this lot."The beautiful woman chuckles. When she speaks, her voice is like ice. "Not all of them perhaps. This one (she points to Ragnhild) has slain many of my giants.""And that one", Helm replies, looking towards Fargor,"has slain far more of your Banites than you know, and rarely with them being aware of their demise until his hands were upon them." Toruk remains silent, studying the avatars. Waiting for the other boot to drop. Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis Spoiler: Religion results Hide First avatar is Helm, the Vigilant One (LN Intermediate Power) Second avatar is Bane, the Black Hand (LE Greater Power) Third avatar is Auril, the Frostmaiden (NE Lesser Power) Fourth avatar is Shaundakul, the Rider of the Winds (CN Lesser Power) Fifth avatar is Azuth, the High One, Patron of Wizards (LN Lesser Power) Savras was a god of diviners who fought a challenge against Azuth, lost, and was imprisoned in a scepter now known as the Scepter of Savras. "...and what insightful research it is. Your mastery of the art of divination is unparalleled.... although Savras may beg to differ...", the old man says in a deadpan voice. The handsome, raven-haired man sneers. "Helm, is this the best you could do? I've seen mongrelfolk with more potential than this lot." The beautiful woman chuckles. When she speaks, her voice is like ice. "Not all of them perhaps. This one (she points to Ragnhild) has slain many of my giants." "And that one", Helm replies, looking towards Fargor, "has slain far more of your Banites than you know, and rarely with them being aware of their demise until his hands were upon them." Hey, you guys? You listening now? Either tell us what you want, or-Nerissa says, ending her sentence with a rather inappropriate phrase detailing what EXACTLY the gods should do. "Watch your tongue if you wish to keep it, mortal", the Frostmaiden warns icily.Bane holds up a black, gauntleted hand, encrusted with jewels of immeasurable value."Enough. Let us give them their quest and be done with it."Helm nods."Mortals, each of you has been chosen by one of us because you are among the strongest of your kind, and only those of indomitable strength will be capable of rising to the challenges that you will soon face. Cyric, the Dark Sun, the Prince of Lies, has somehow managed to bar us from Toril and wrest control of our avatars. He is using them to spread his deception amongst our faithful and he must be stopped before he can do any lasting damage. Your task is to end his vile charade." "Innteresting... what boon would be ours should we manage to complete this task?"Toruk asks, speaking up for the first time. "Is the favor of the gods not enough?", Shaundakul asks. Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis "Is the favor of the gods not enough?", Shaundakul asks. Nope!Nerissa replies. Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis "Is the favor of the gods not enough?", Shaundakul asks. "If nothing else, it's exceedingly difficult to make change for." "KSNHOORRT, Your clerics have been spouting crap about having your favor my whole life. Never seen it do any of them any good. So yeah, no."Toruk smiles a toothy grin up at the gods. Ragnhild smiles at the towering gods, or at least does something that might be a smile. Her teeth are quite visible."If you wanted people who'd hop on command for no pay, you should have found some clerics. Point is - you've gathered us to kill you. The you back on Toril. As opposed to dealing with this hijacker yourself. And I'm guessing 'no' isn't an option. So what, you just drop us on the face of these bastards and hope for the best? Or are we going to have to find 'em on our own?" Shaundakul shrugs."Then what is it you ask for?" "If it's all the same, I'll forgo requesting payment. If you insist on it, I suppose money is preferable." Spoiler: OOC Hide Here's a link to the OOC Thread Breena shrugs."Power, or something like that. Or knowledge. There's no such thing as too much of either. Bane gives a rakish smile at Breena's statement."Gold. Power. Knowledge. All that and more we can give to you. But unlike the others, I am less than convinced of your abilities. You will first prove yourself against a lesser foe." Breena returns Bane's smile."Fine. What is this 'lesser threat' and how long do we have to prepare?" Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis Bane gives a rakish smile at Breena's statement. "Gold. Power. Knowledge. All that and more we can give to you. But unlike the others, I am less than convinced of your abilities. You will first prove yourself against a lesser foe." "So you have somebody more capable in mind who can take our place then? Your colleagues seemed to think we were the best available for the job. If you disagree, then there's somebody better for the task; if you agree with them on us being the best available, but you still think that we can't accomplish the task, then you're boned regardless of how we do on your little test. And if you're wrong and we are powerful enough to take on your avatars, then your test could very well weaken our ability to perform the actually important task." "Really, it just seems like you're shooting this plan in the foot for the sake of mindless violence. Not complaining, mind you, just trying to get a handle on your thought process and motivations." "And ruin the surprise?"Bane responds."You will have a few moments to prepare."Bane turns to Fargor and raises an eyebrow. "Your lesser mind couldn't hope to understand the thoughts of a god."Shaundakul grimaces at Bane's words."We will replenish your strength after each battle. Do not worry about needing to hold back."Bane begins walking down the hallway he came from."Follow me, mortals."He leads you to the doorway where he first entered. It appears to be a portal, through which you see a barren landscape of dark granite riven with massive chasms. Frequent flashes of lightning illuminate a dim, blood red sky devoid of any true sunlight. He stands to the side of the portal and gestures for you to enter. "When we're done with this, you put us back exactly where we came from. Safe and sound. That's what I ask,"Ragnhild says."If the others want more, that's between you and them."She follows the greasy-looking god back to his door and through, without hesitation or a single backwards glance. Nerissa mutters under her breath, something along the lines ofStupid gods,and follows. Toruk hefts his axe over his shoulder and follows the others. What a day this has turned out to be! The moment you emerge on the other side of the doorway a freezing, desiccating wind howls at you. You can still see the hallway through the portal, but it is hazy and indistinct.The ground beneath your feet is dark granite with rivulets of black sand that pile up in areas where the wind doesn't touch.Along with the howling wind is the constant rumble of thunder as well as an occasional sharp *crack!* like a glacier breaking apart.Once you are all through the doorway, Bane steps through, and the moment he does so the portal closes. You watch as his being seems to swell with power now that he is no longer in Cynosure.He raises his gauntleted hand and the rivulets of black sand begin to snake towards him, twisting into the air and forming into a spinning disc of sand. A point of hellish light begins to shine in the middle of the disc, growing to encompass more and more of the disc as the portal is formed until the sand is no more and only the portal remains.Spoiler: OOC Hide Bane's divine aura: Charisma save (DC 24) or frightened. Fail by 5+ and stunned. I chose Charisma for this save to represent the power of one's sense of self. Wisdom is normally the save for fear-type effects. Spoiler: OoC Hide Charisma Save: (1d20+4)[16] Long shot, but who knows? Spoiler: Save Hide (1d20+4)[23] Cha save. One away! Nerissa swears at Bane as she shirks away from him. Breena follows the rest of the party into the portal.Spoiler: OOC Hide (1d20+1)[11] If this is against magic, then I have advantage. Possible Advantage: (1d20+1)[18] Seeing the effect of his divine aura, Bane smirks and lowers the aura. Screw off,Nerissa tells Bane.Wait, sorry-you're a god. Screw off SO HARD. Traveling through the portal, you emerge in a grassy savannah, but clearly not anywhere in Toril. The sky is a grotesque orange-yellow and the tall grass cuts at your flesh like a thousand razors. Here and there, iron spikes jut up from the earth, some with bodies impaled on them.About 50 ft. away, a massive gnoll standing 14 ft. in height is in bloody combat with a pack of demons. The demons appear to be losing badly to the gnoll, who sends a demon flying with a swing of his triple-headed flail.One of the demons sees you and howls in rage, drawing the attention of the gnoll and the other demons to you.Spoiler: OOC Hide Roll initiative! Spoiler: OOC Hide I could cast Invisibility on us all... Think I should do that? Breena sets her teeth as she tries to overcome the stun, frantically trying to think of something to do.Spoiler: OOC Hide How long does the stun last? Also, initiative. Spoiler: OOC Hide Whoops, did that wrong. (1d20+7)[22] Ragnhild flinches away from Bane's suddenly commanding presence, gripping her hammer even tighter. The daze fades after a while and she follows the party quickly through the portal, mercifully away from the towering god.At least, until the demons start shrieking.Spoiler: Rolls Hide Charisma Save - (1d20-1)[10] Initiative - (1d20+0)[10] (rolled 8 in OOC - advantage is still 10) Fargor sees the raging battle and shifts into a defensive stance.Spoiler: OoC Hide initiative: (1d20+12)[29] Toruk takes a half step forward, itching to get into battle and away from the greasy god. The rage welling up inside him.Spoiler: Initiative Hide (1d20+1)[12] adv - (1d20+1)[4] Fargor crosses the battlefield in a flash, his fists raining down on the gnoll like thunder as he twists and tumbles to dodge incoming blows.Spoiler: OoC Hide Bonus Action: Patient Defense (costs 1 Ki) Action: Move to Gnoll, attack twice. Damage counts as magic for resistance purposes. A1: (1d20+12)[13] D1: (1d10+6)[16] (+(1d10)[4] if crit) A2: (1d20+12)[16] D2: (1d10+6)[9] (+(1d10)[3] if crit) Right, we're fighting? We're fighting.Nerissa closes her eyes for a brief moment, concentrating on herself, then teleports with a word to a more advantageous location.Spoiler: OOC Hide Casting Foresight on myself, then Misty Step to cover. Yeenoghu reacts to Fargor's strikes by swatting at him with his three-headed flail, but the dextrous wood elf narrowly avoids his blow, eliciting a howl of rage from the demon lord.Spoiler: Actions Hide Legendary Action: Attack with flail (1d20+16)[20] Damage (2d12+9)[25] Flail head (1d3)[1] Breena takes out a closes her eyes for a moment and mutters under her breath. She then turns red, with yellow eye. She grows considerably larger, and wings sprout from her back. A flaming mace appears in her right hand. She then leaps into the air, flying towards the enormous gnoll and demons.Spoiler: OOC Hide Shapechange into a Pit Fiend. Fly up 20 feet, then fly 30 feet towards the bad guys. Nerdiness check to know where we are and who we are fighting: (1d20+11)[28] Yeenoghu snarls and thrashes the monk with his triple-headed flail, while two of the barlguras move to surround him, battering Fargor with fists like hammers and biting at his flesh.A 5 ft. tall, 1 inch thick iron spike bursts from the ground, attempting to impale Nerissa.With a demonic howl, one of the barlguras lopes forward and leaps into the air at Breena, grabbing at the pit fiend and biting, hoping to take the fiend to the ground.The last barlgura howls and lopes forward towards the rest of the group. As it approaches, the tall razor grass begins to thrash wildly, wrapping around Nerissa, Toruk and Ragnhild and restraining their movement while cutting at their flesh.Spoiler: Actions Hide Yeenoghu: Multiattack with flail at Fargor: #1 (1d20+16)[32] (1d20+16)[17] (22 bludgeoning damage), #2 (1d20+16)[21] (1d20+16)[17] (22 bludgeoning damage), #3 (1d20+16)[19] (1d20+16)[24] (22 bludgeoning damage). Attacking with disadvantage. Iron Spike (Lair Action): Dex save (DC 24) or 27 piercing damage and impaled (restrained). Takes an action to remove self from the spike. Barlgura (1): Running Leap at Breena. Multiattack: Grapple attempt #1 (1d20+4)[10]. If successful, Fist (1d20+7)[14] (9 bludgeoning damage) or if not Grapple attempt #2 (1d20+4)[7]. Bite (1d20+7)[10] (11 piercing damage). If grappled, fall to the ground (7 bludgeoning damage). Barlgura (2): Move and multiattack at Fargor: Fist (1d20+7)[8] (1d20+7)[15] (9 bludgeoning damage), Fist (1d20+7)[27] (1d20+7)[19] (9 bludgeoning damage), Bite (1d20+7)[22] (1d20+7)[15] (11 piercing damage). Attacking with disadvantage. Barlgura (3):Move and multiattack at Fargor: Fist (1d20+7)[20] (1d20+7)[12] (9 bludgeoning damage), Fist (1d20+7)[14] (1d20+7)[22] (9 bludgeoning damage), Bite (1d20+7)[18] (1d20+7)[23] (11 piercing damage). Attacking with disadvantage. Barlgura (4): Move 40 ft. towards group. Use entangle SLA (Strength DC 13 or restrained) on everyone but Fargor and Breena. 3 slashing damage whether or not save is successful. Spoiler: Save Hide (2d20b1)[17]+4 If I fail, I'll assume I can Misty Step away from the spike and free myself that way. Hey, fatty!Nerissa yells as she teleports herself away from the spike, wincing in pain.Eat fire! Spoiler: Firebolt Hide (2d20b1)[18]+13 For (4d10)[19] fire damage. Also, portent: (3d20)[18][3][19](40) Ragnhild pushes through the vines, teeth bared in a grimace."Alright, you big ugly bastards. Let's fight!"She twirls her hammer in her grip and then tosses it with a yell at the ugly demon that had been hit previously by the gnoll.She wades out of the encroaching grass, catching her hammer without looking - and then throws it again.Spoiler Hide Strength Save: 23. Easy success. Casting Hunter's Mark on the Barlgura that Yeenoghu previously hit and attacking it twice with my Dwarven Thrower. Sharpshooter lets me ignore range increments. Attack - (1d20+14)[24] Damage - (2d8+10)[14]Hunter's Mark - (1d6)[5] (19 damage) Attack - (1d20+14)[29] Damage - (2d8+10)[19]Hunter's Mark - (1d6)[2] + Foe Slayer(+3) (24 damage) Colossus Slayer - (1d8)[4] Colossus Slayer damage is added to the first attack against a damaged creature. It was already hit by Yeenoghu, so I'm assuming it could be either. Foe Slayer allows me to apply its effects after seeing the rolls. Toruk lets out a roar breaking free of the troublesome grass and charges towards the Barlgura, attacking it.Spoiler: A little lost. Hide A little bit lost but I'm assuming I can attack the one that closed the distance to us. Attack - (1d20+16)[23] Damage - (1d12+14)[23] Incase a crit - (3d12+14)[34] Attack - (1d20+16)[22] Damage - (1d12+14)[21] Incase a crit - (3d12+14)[33] Attack - (1d20+16)[31] Damage - (1d12+14)[26] Incase a crit - (3d12+14)[33] DM? On the brutal critical I assume I'd only add the extra damage dice once instead of for each crit die? Assuming one of those hit may as well use a bonus action to knock the thing down. Toruk tears free of the entangling grass and charges at a barlgura, delivering three powerful blows with his great axe (70 slashing damage), killing it almost instantly.Yeenoghu swings yet again at Fargor. This time, his three-headed flail connects with the evasive monk.Raginhild also easily pulls free of the grass and hurls her magical hammer at the injured barlgura. Twice the hammer strikes, and on the second strike the barlgura's head is left an unrecognizable mess.Yeenoghu continues his bestial assault on Fargor (if he isn't knocked back, otherwise this action does not occur)Nerissa's firebolt strikes the demon prince, but only seems to have a minor effect on him, burning away a patch of fur. He barely seems to notice.Spoiler: Actions Hide Yeenoghu: Use legendary action to attack Fargor (1d20+16)[23] (1d20+16)[32] (35 bludgeoning damage, plus DC 24 Str check or be pushed back 15 ft.) If Fargor isn't pushed back with the first attack: Yeenoghu: Use legendary action to attack Fargor (1d20+16)[33] (1d20+16)[31] (22 bludgeoning damage, plus DC 17 Con save or paralyzed, plus DC 24 Str check or be pushed back 15 ft.) The monsters first blow sends Fargor sliding back several feet. Reassessing the situation, Fargor steps next the nearest enemy and batters them with his fists, before retreating.Spoiler: OoC Hide Taking one step directly north, and then attacking the nearest barlgura four times (twice as an action, twice as a bonus action due to spending a ki point on Flurry Of Blows). Attack 1: (1d20+12)[16] Damage 1: (1d10+6)[11] (+(1d10)[2] if crit) Attack 2: (1d20+12)[28] Damage 2: (1d10+6)[11] (+(1d10)[10] if crit) Attack 3: (1d20+12)[24] Damage 3: (1d10+6)[8] (+(1d10)[1] if crit) Attack 4: (1d20+12)[20] Damage 4: (1d10+6)[13] (+(1d10)[9] if crit) Once that's done, I retreat south 40ft. This does not provoke from the creature I just attacked because I have the Mobile feat. Nerissa murmurs arcane words, throwing her hands up in magical gestures, and releases a potent paralysis spell against the massive gnoll.Spoiler: OOC Hide DC 21 Wis save or be paralyzed for one minute. New save at the end of each of its turns. Also concentration. (1d20)[8]+whatever his mod is. If you don't want me rolling the enemy's saves, let me know. Pit Fiend-Breena lands in front of the barlgura that attacked her. She then proceeds to lay into it with mace, teeth, claws and tail. She is eerily silent the whole time, attacking with a cold rage.Spoiler: OOC Hide Fly down 20 feet, then Multiattack on the nearest barlgura. All attacks are magic. Also, a reminder: Pit Fiend's Fear Aura. Bite: Must make DC 21 Con save or be poisoned, while poisoned can't regain hit points and takes (6d6)[17] at the start of its next turn. Repeat save at end of turn. Attack: (1d20+14)[34] Damage: (4d6+8)[21] piercing. Claw: Attack: (1d20+14)[32] Damage: (2d8+8)[13] slashing. Mace: Attack: (1d20+14)[31] Damage: (2d6+8)[15] bludgeoning and (6d6)[17] fire. Tail: Attack: (1d20+14)[26] Damage: (3d10+8)[24] bludgeoning. EDIT: Also, if this thing dies, move to the next barlgura and make any remaining attacks against it. Fargor lays some hurt on the barlgura (43 damage) and slips away.Breena bites the barlgura that Fargor just pummeled, killing it before her poison even has a chance to begin its work. She proceeds to lash out with claw, mace, and tail at the last barlgura, wounding it badly (60 damage).Seemingly unaffected by the pit fiend's aura, Yeenoghu howls in bestial rage and moves to engage Breena and Toruk, swinging at both of them with his flail.The last barlgura attacks Breena with reckless abandon, thrashing at her with fists and teeth.Spoiler: Actions Hide Round 2 Fargor -> Breena -> Yeenoghu -> Lair Action -> Bar-lguras (1) -> Toruk -> Ragnhild -> Nerissa --map-- Pit fiend fear aura saves will occur at the beginning of the monsters' turns. The barlgura that attacked Breena was killed last round by Toruk, so I moved her to engage the nearest one. Moved Fargor 30 ft. back to the edge of the entangle spell. Yeenoghu makes his save vs. pit fiend fear aura. Yeenoghu multiattack: Flail 1 vs. Breena (1d20+16)[17] (35 damage) Flail 2 vs. Breena (1d20+16)[35] (22 damage, plus DC 17 Con save or paralyzed) Flail 3 vs. Toruk (1d20+16)[25] (22 damage, plus DC 17 Wisdom save or confusion (1d10)[3] "The creature doesn't move or take actions this turn.") Barlgura save vs. Breena (1d20+2)[13] Barlgura multiattack (advantage offset by disadvantage; all attacks against it this round have advantage) Fist 1 vs. Breena (1d20+7)[27] (9 damage) Fist 2 vs. Breena (1d20+7)[17] (9 damage) Bite vs. Breena (1d20+7)[10] (11 damage) Spoiler: OOC Hide And the Hold Monster against Yeenoghu? Ragnhild grins as her hammer thuds back into her hand with a fresh coating of demon brains."Now we're getting started!"She spins the hammer over her head and tosses it with the same ease at the last remaining barlgura.Spoiler: OOC Hide Bonus Action: move Hunter's Mark to remaining barlgura. Attack - (1d20+14)[34]Advantage - (1d20+14)[16] CRITICAL HIT Damage - (2d8+10)[18] Colossus Slayer - (1d8)[7] Hunter's Mark - (1d6)[6] + 14 from crit = 45 damage. One hit. I think he's dead. If this kills the barlgura (I'm guessing this is likely), attack Yeenoghu with the remaining (ignoring Advantage and Hunter's Mark) Attack - (1d20+14)[17]+3 (Foe Slayer) = 20 to hit Advantage - (1d20+14)[19] Damage - (2d8+10)[20]Hunter's Mark - (1d6)[2] Not moving, since this is a fine position. Extra critical damage:Hammer - (3d8)[9]Mark - (1d6)[5] Ragnhild's hammer crushes the chest of the last of the barlguras and in one smooth motion catches it and throws it at the Prince of Gnolls. But he is no lesser demon and moves with a preternatural quickness to avoid the attack, while tearing into Breena and Fargor both.Nerissa's spell nearly takes hold of the demon prince, but he shakes it off with a guttural growl.Spoiler: Actions Hide Round 4 Fargor -> Breena -> Yeenoghu -> Lair Action -> Bar-lguras (1) -> Toruk -> Ragnhild -> Nerissa --map-- Yeenoghu legendary action to make a bite attack against Breena and Fargor. Savage vs. Breena: (1d20+16)[35]; 31 piercing damage Savage vs. Toruk: (1d20+16)[29]; 31 piercing damage Yeenoghu makes his save vs. hold monster. * post roll count doesn't match database Fargor flashes around the group to the demon lord's other side, punching twice before going on full defense. He attempted to strike typical nerve cluster spots, in case this opponent could be made vulnerable with such things.Spoiler: OoC Hide Attack Action, Patient Defense Bonus Action. For both attacks, if they hit I attempt a Stunning Fist with them. (1d20+12)[23] [rol]1d10+6[/roll] (+(1d10)[7] if crit) (1d20+12)[28] [rol]1d10+6[/roll] (+(1d10)[6] if crit) Disadvantage to hit me. Breena hisses in pain and shrugs off the bite, slamming into Yeenoghu with several attacks.Spoiler: OOC Hide Move up to Yeenoghu, then Multiattack. All attacks are magic. Also, a reminder: Pit Fiend's Fear Aura. Bite: Must make DC 21 Con save or be poisoned, while poisoned can't regain hit points and takes (6d6)[21] poison at the start of its next turn. Repeat save at end of turn. Attack: (1d20+14)[27] Damage:(4d6+8)[16] piercing. Claw: Attack: (1d20+14)[34] Damage: (2d8+8)[22] slashing. Mace: Attack: (1d20+14)[29] Damage: (2d6+8)[19] bludgeoning and (6d6)[16] fire. Tail: Attack: (1d20+14)[18] Damage: (3d10+8)[25] bludgeoning. Spoiler Hide Crit damage on ma claws. (2d8)[14] Fargor strikes Yeenoghu twice, slamming his fists into the demon prince, while Breena the pit fiend assaults Yeenoghu with a frenzy of attacks, striking true with all but her tail swipe. However, she notes with discouragement that her poison seems to have no effect on him.The demon prince responds with a blistering assault of his own, thrashing his enemies with his flail.Another iron spike erupts out of the ground, attempting to impale Fargor.Spoiler: Actions Hide Yeenoghu takes 104 damage. He already saved vs. fear so he is immune for 24 hours. Yeenoghu multiattack: Flail 1 vs. Breena (1d20+16)[32] (35 damage) Flail 2 vs. Breena (1d20+16)[22] (22 damage, plus DC 17 Con save or paralyzed) Flail 3 vs. Breena (1d20+16)[18] (22 damage, plus DC 17 Wisdom save or confusion (1d10)[7]) Iron spike vs. Fargor: DC 27 Dex save or (6d8)[27] piercing damage and restrained. Round 4 Fargor -> Breena -> Yeenoghu -> Lair Action -> Toruk -> Ragnhild -> Nerissa --map-- Toruk finally shakes off his haze and attacks the demon lord.Spoiler: Let's do some damage... Hide Attack - (1d20+16)[26] Damage - (1d12+14)[20] Attack - (1d20+16)[31] Damage - (1d12+14)[26] Ragnhild takes a few steps away from Nerissa. The last thing she needed was for both of them to be impaled by one of those spikes. She focuses on the wounded Yeenoghu and throws her hammer again.Spoiler Hide Moving 3 squares right. Bonus: Move Hunter's Mark to Yeenoghu Two attacks: Attack - (1d20+14)[30] Damage - (2d8+10)[14] Hunter's Mark - (1d6)[6] +1 (1d8) damage from Colossus Slayer +3 damage from Foe Slayer Attack - (1d20+14)[29] Damage - (2d8+10)[18] Hunter's Mark - (1d6)[6] Greatly wounded from all the attacks, Yeenoghu bites wildly at everyone around him.Spoiler: Actions Hide Yeenoghu uses 2 legendary actions to make a bite attack against Breena, Fargor, and Toruk. Savage vs. Breena: (1d20+16)[32]; 31 piercing damage Savage vs. Fargor w/ disadvantage : (1d20+16)[31] (1d20+16)[20]; 31 piercing damage Savage vs. Toruk: (1d20+16)[26]; 31 piercing damage Fargor still needs to make his DC 24 Dex save. If he fails then I don't think Yeenoghu gets disadvantage on the attack. Round 4 Fargor -> Breena -> Yeenoghu -> Lair Action -> Toruk -> Ragnhild -> Nerissa --map-- Spoiler: Save Hide (1d20+13)[23] IF that first attempt at the save fails, I spend a ki point to retry via Diamond Soul (1d20+13)[33] Nerissa sighs, letting go with another paralysis spell.Spoiler: OOC Hide 5th level Hold Monster, on Yeenoghu. DC 21 Wisdom save. Yeenoghu struggles for a moment, held captive by the spell, but then digs into the reserves of his demonic power and shakes off the enchantment with a deep growl.Spoiler: Actions Hide Yeenoghu save vs. hold monster (1d20+14)[15] Uses legendary resistance to make the save. Round 5 Fargor -> Breena -> Yeenoghu -> Lair Action -> Toruk -> Ragnhild -> Nerissa When he allies struck at the creature, Fargor took his opportunity to get an extra jab in. Fargor then strikes at the demon four more times, before backing away and circling around the melee.Spoiler: OoC Hide Opportunist Reaction: (1d20+12)[29] (1d10+6)[10] (+(1d10)[2] if crit) Attack Action: (1d20+12)[23] (1d10+6)[15] (+(1d10)[2] if crit) (1d20+12)[16] (1d10+6)[13] (+(1d10)[4] if crit) Flurry Of Blows Bonus Action: (1d20+12)[27] (1d10+6)[14] (+(1d10)[3] if crit) (1d20+12)[30] (1d10+6)[7] (+(1d10)[4] if crit) Move "Action": Backing up and way around the melee. Breena keeps on wacking the demon lord, ignoring the wounds. They aren't real.Spoiler: OOC Hide Multiattack on Yeenoghu. All attacks count as magic. NO SURRENDER!!! Bite: (1d20+14)[26] Damage: (4d6+8)[24] piercing. Claw: (1d20+14)[34] Damage: (2d8+8)[22] slashing. Mace: (1d20+14)[31] Damage: (2d6+8)[17] bludgeoning and (6d6)[18] fire. Tail: (1d20+14)[33] Damage: (3d10+8)[23] bludgeoning. Spoiler: Crit damage on Claw Hide Like the spoiler says. (2d8)[9] The combination of Fargor's flurry of strikes and Breena's onslaught of tooth and claw is too much for the demon lord, whose savaged body collapses into the grass -- rivulets of stinking demonic ichor soaking into the earth around it.--Congrats, you guys win-- As the remains of the demon lord's body rapidly begins to putrefy into a pool of bones, fur, and noxious black ichor, you see a pinpoint of light appear, that rapidly grows into a portal. A hulking, armored figure steps through it -- who you recognize from earlier as the god, Helm. "You have performed well. But the true test awaits. Return with me to Cynosure where all your wounds will be healed and your spells replenished." Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis As the remains of the demon lord's body rapidly begins to putrefy into a pool of bones, fur, and noxious black ichor, you see a pinpoint of light appear, that rapidly grows into a portal. A hulking, armored figure steps through it -- who you recognize from earlier as the god, Helm. "You have performed well. But the true test awaits. Return with me to Cynosure where all your wounds will be healed and your spells replenished." Before you do that... Got any rubies? Helm turns towards Nerissa."Why do you ask this of me?"His tone is one of curiosity, not anger. Originally Posted by ValarMorgulis Helm turns towards Nerissa. "Why do you ask this of me?" Simulacrum. Make a copy of myself, have them blow their load of spells in the next fight, you can send them home with some gold afterwards, they can go have a grand ol' time until they melt. Repeat ad nauseum. Ragnhild has walked up to the unmoving Yeenoghu and severed the tip of his ear. She tosses the ragged scrap up into the air and catches it in her hand before putting it in one of her belt pouches."Aye. I'm ready to get out of here."She leads the way through the portal back to Cynosure. Toruk shoulders his axe and walks towards the portal. Originally Posted by JNAProductions Simulacrum. Make a copy of myself, have them blow their load of spells in the next fight, you can send them home with some gold afterwards, they can go have a grand ol' time until they melt. Repeat ad nauseum. Breena slowly sinks back into gnome form, breathing heavily."I'd like to parrot the half-elf. A ruby or two would be appreciated. Maybe without the wild party, though."She then follows the other two into the portal. Once through the portal, you find yourself in the courtyard of a massive stone tower. Pennants hanging from the tower walls depict an eye with a blue iris on an upright metal gauntlet -- the holy symbol of Helm.Helm is last through the portal, which closes after him. Shortly thereafter, the enormous double doors that serve as the entrance to the great tower swing open, and beyond the doors a bright golden light obscures the interior. The Vigilant One holds out his gauntleted hand, where four rubies glitter therein, and solemly motions for you to enter.Moving through the doorway, you once again find yourself in one of the hallways in Cynosure. The other gods are in the main chamber, seemingly awaiting your return.Spoiler: OOC Hide Each ruby is worth 1,500 gp Nerissa rubs her hands together, sayingExcellent! Now we just need twelve hours to make the damn things. Oh, and if there are going to be more tests, make sure you nab some more rubies for the main event-no sense wasting something as valuable as me (well, half of me) on training. "Your spells will not function here in Cynosure", Helm warns."Now you must choose, which of our avatars will you face first?" Is Sune's avatar available?Nerissa asks, winking lustfully. Shaundakul chuckles."We are only aware of the locations of our own avatars. Deal with them first and perhaps we can find Sune's for you." Breena looks back and forth between the gods, before pointing to Shaundakul."Ripping the life out of you will be fun. I vote we kill Mr. Breezey here first." "Anyway, I'm starting to question the point of being your toadies. Cyric is causing confusion, and confusion is profitable." "That is fine with me,"Ragnhild says,"Even if the gnome is being overzealous about it."She wipes the blood from her hammer with a nondescriptly brown cloth. "So be it", Shaundakul replies."You have served us your entire life, whether you realize it or not", Bane says, flatly.Helm interjects."Cyric knows only how to destroy. Whatever profit you gain in the short-term will be lost as the world descends into madness." Breena shrugs and walks over to the rubies, picking up two."When things reach that point, I could just quit the plane and go somewhere else, but I get your point."

Gods and Monsters [5e High-Level Playtest]

Fall from Grace (Katydid77 and Legendary)

Cast of Characters( Rachael FeldmanDescription: Being the captain of the varsity cheerleading squad, Rachael has a compact, athletic frame with long, muscular legs. She is about 5’6 and 120 lbs. She has long, straight dark blonde hair and hazel eyes.Background: The quintessential “Little Miss Perfect,” was precisely how most people would describe Rachael. Straight A’s, a shoo-in to be class Valedictorian, homecoming queen, and head cheerleader – Rachael was everything that most girls aspired to be. And boy, did she know it. She walked around with a holier-than-thou attitude, staring down her nose at everyone she came in contact with. What people didn’t know was that “Little Miss Perfect” was anything but perfect, and she would go to great lengths to ensure that her perfect reputation( Blake HaverfordDescription: Blake is the senior captain of the football team. Being the quarterback, he stands close to 6'3 with a, slender but athletic build. He's got fairly short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes.Background: Blake's always been popular, but gets along with almost everyone in the school. Everyone knows his name and he's friends with just about anyone who he comes in contact with. He is strong willed and hates when others are put down. He's gotten into quite a few fights just trying to defend the honor of someone who was getting picked on. In elementary school, Blake was overweight and was thought of as a nerd. Teased nearly every day, he vouched when he got into shape in high school that he'd never be like those who tormented him.( Rob MangioneDescription: Despite being part of a nearly full blooded Italian family, Rob has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He's wide receiver and cornerback on the football team. Standing at a modest 5'11, Rob's got a lean, yet muscular body. He's fairly dark complected despite his light hair and eyes.Background: Blake's right hand man, Rob and Blake have been friends since grade school. The two of them have been through a lot together. Rob is the more book smart of the two and actually has a scholarship lined up at Stanford once he graduates. He's more shy than Blake, but is typically friendly with everyone. With a large family and six older siblings, Rob's learned to blend in and not cause trouble. Rachael was one of the most hard-working students Manchester High School had ever seen. From the very first day of school in her freshman year, Rachael had never received a grade less than an A, and now was well positioned to be named the class valedictorian at the end of the school year. And she had a list a mile long of other accomplishments during her high school career – class treasurer, homecoming queen, captain of the cheerleading squad. This list went on and on.Rachael was the type that every girl dreamed of being like, and the girl that all the boys lusted after but would never have. She worked extremely hard to cultivate a chaste reputation; Rachael always claimed to have an extremely busy schedule and declined dates from any guy bold enough to ask. And when she did make time to attend a party, she would be very careful to never get drunk and fool around with some random guy.One late afternoon, Rachael stayed in the gym after all the other cheerleaders left practice, working to perfect her execution of the squad’s newest cheers. Once she was satisfied she had the routine nailed, Rachael headed into the locker room, grabbed her shower kit and headed into the shower room.Rachael was positive she was alone in the shower room as she stripped down, flipped on the hot water and watching as steam began to fill the room. She quickly washed her hair, scrubbing her scalp lightly and then letting the water course over her head, rinsing the soapy residue away. She added some conditioner to her hair, and while she let it work in, she reached for the shower gel , squirting a small amount onto a loofah and scrubbing over her body, creating a light, fluffy lather.But, even the most chaste and demure girl has needs, which Rachael intended to satisfy in the privacy of the locker room shower. While one hand passed the loofah over her chest and shoulders, Rachael’s other soapy hand moved down between her legs. She leaned back against the wall of the shower and closed her eyes, sighing softly while her fingers began to part her lips and gently rub her clit. Best friends Blake and Rob had just had a grueling practice out on the school's brand new football facility. The stadium was incredible. No other school in the state could stake the claim of anything remotely as awesome as their field. Blake and Rob were the best quarterback/receiver combo in the conference and were two of the most popular guys in school. They got along with almost everyone. Showering, their practice ended long after the cheerleaders and so it was standard to head into the girl's locker room after they showered to make sure everything was turned off and locked up.This day was no different. Most of the players had headed home and Blake and Rob were the last off the field and the last to leave the locker room. They changed and talked idly about practice. Blake was supposed to go on a date with a girl from another school tonight and Rob was to take the camcorder home and look through the tape of today's practice to find lapses in coverages and things like that. Both Blake and Rob carried their bags and Rob held the camcorder in his hand.Blake wore a 2010 conference championship t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Rob wore a black t-shirt with the red team mascot, large and vibrant in the middle of it and a pair of sweatpants. Once inside the locker room, the two of them could hear the water running in the showers."Weird. They always turn off the water when they're done." Rob said, fingering the strap of the camcorder that fit snugly around his hand."Yeah. And it's late. Not like anyone is still in there." Blake added. He was mistaken. As the two of them headed towards the showers, their mouths dropped and eyes widened. There was Rachael, the perfect student and super uptight, stuck up bitch, toying with her clit in the shower.Blake and Rob headed towards the entrance of the shower and didn't make a sound. Blake nodded towards Rob's hand and Rob grinned, switching the tape in the camcorder before pressing the red record button."Fucking jackpot, bro. Look at her. Such a tight body." Blake smirked and shook his head in disbelief as he spoke."Who knew little miss perfect liked to fuck herself after practice? Guarantee she's thinking about me." Rob said smugly, laughing, keeping the camera fixed on her, moving it from the look of pleasure on her face down her supple breasts to her perfect pussy. Rob could only venture to guess she was a virgin, and his cock grew harder in his sweats. Perhaps if she had been paying closer attention, Rachael might have heard the deep, masculine voices, completely out of place in a girls’ locker room, as they approached the shower room. But she didn’t. Nor did she notice as Blake and Rob crept silently towards the entrance to the shower room, flipping the camcorder open and pressing the Record button.No… she was focused entirely on her own pleasure.Rachael’s left hand was deep between her legs, her fingers spreading her lips open as her thumb strummed back and forth across her clit. Rachael’s other hand moved up her body, passing over her perfectly flat belly and continuing up to cup her breasts. Her nipples betrayed the state of Rachael’s arousal, already pert and flushed bright pink. Her fingers closed over her nipples, rolling them in between her fingers, pinching slightly and squeezing her breasts rhythmically.Her eyes were closed and she moaned softly as she pressed two of her fingers Her shoulders pressed back against the tile in the shower, and her back arched as she began thrusting her fingers in and out. Rachael couldn’t help herself… it felt so good, and she moaned long and low as her hand fucked her pussy. The guys honestly couldn't believe what they were seeing. Blake was about to say something, but Rob held up his free hand and made a motion to his throat to get him to shut up. Rob was capturing every bit of this on tape. He zoomed in on that perfect pussy of hers, watching as her fingers slipped inside. Then he panned up to catch a glimpse of her pinching nipples. It was like the most natural porn ever shot.It was odd seeing this girl who seemed so pure doing something that most girls would never even begin to think about doing in a locker room. Blake brought his index finger to his mouth, biting on it to stifle himself. He wanted so bad to walk over to her, bend that little bitch over the wall of the shower and fuck her senseless. He'd never liked her before. She was way too concerned with her grades and how teachers perceived her to care about anyone else. To her, it seemed like they just got in her way. But that didn't mean he wasn't attracted to her.Her body was incredible. Cheerleading had worked wonders. He knew she was a fanatic about her body. Sometimes he would wake up early to head to a weekend football practice and he would catch her jogging down his street. It paid off. Blake was rock hard and was tempted to undo his jeans and give his cock what it wanted. He managed to hold out until Rachael took notice of them.Rob was having some of the same feelings. Rachael had always pissed him off. Especially in their English class. She would be the one and only to raise her hand after every question the teacher asked. It was as if the class was between the two of them and the rest of the students were just spectators. He detested her smug smile after getting praised by the teacher. Most of the answers Rob knew, anyway. He just wasn't a kiss ass. Those smug looks were the last thing on Rob's mind now. Instead, he thought about what he would do with her if it was just the two of them. Rachael’s fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy, while her hand squeezed at her nipples. Her fingers pinched her nipples hard, stretching them out. Her cheeks began to flush and her breath was becoming ragged as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. Soon enough, that lovely warm, tingly feeling began to build in her legs, spreading up over her body. Rachael’s hand began moving faster and faster and her moans grew even louder. “Ooooooooooohhhh,” she gasped loudly.Rachael leaned against the shower wall for a few moments, trying to catch her breath. She smiled blissfully as she stretched her slender body and opened her eyes, just in time to see someone dart behind one of the walls just outside the shower. “What the…” she muttered under her breath. She could have sworn she was alone in the locker room… but perhaps she was wrong.With the smile frozen on her face, she reached for her towel, draping it around her torso, taking great care to make sure she was adequately covered.. “Who’s there?” Rachael called out, her voice sounding high-pitched and nervous. Whoever it was, she prayed that they hadn’t seen what she had been doing… Rob had caught Rachael's orgasm on camera, from the way her fingers worked her pussy to the expressions that were painted over her face. It was all priceless. He closed the flap of the camera and just held it at his side when she finished. Rob looked to Blake when she'd seen him cross the opening to the shower. Now there was no escaping the fact that they were going to confront her.The look in Rob's eyes as he looked at Blakes seemed to be indicating that it was time to get the hell out of there. They got the footage. They had tape of the purest girl in the school fucking herself in the locker room. That should've been enough. Blake had other ideas though. He grinned as called out and without hesitation, Blake stepped into the shower with her. The water by this time was off and most had drained so Blake only had to splash into water that didn't even reach the heel of his sneaker."Rachael, Rachael, Rachael. You dirty girl. Now what would the school think about little miss perfect fucking herself in the locker room? You know, I'm not going to lie, I got a little turned on by it. Seeing that tight body of yours, watching the way you worked that virgin pussy of yours like a pro. Kinda got me a little hot and bothered. The same goes for Rob. Isn't that right, Rob?" Blake felt more sinister now. Maybe it was the way he'd seen Rachael treat over people that made him want to give her a taste of her own medicine. To see how it was when she was completely powerless and the shoe was on the other foot.Rob wanted to leave, but once he heard the way Blake confronted her, he followed suit. Stepping into the shower to stand alongside Blake, Rob held up his camcorder. "That's right, Blake. And I happened to capture a little bit of the ordeal. Now I hope you won't mind me playing some of this." Rob said to her before looking at Blake with a smirk. He flipped open the viewfinder and played back the video just so Rachael could hear the sound of herself moaning, crystal clear above the sound of the water in the shower. Rachael’s eyes grew wide as she watched first Blake and then Rob step into the shower in front of her, blocking her exit. Her eyes flicked from Blake’s eyes then over to Rob’s. This was not good… not good at all. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she felt Blake’s eyes crawling over her body, talking about how turned on he was by what he caught her doing. And then when Rob piped up, telling her that he had filmed the whole thing, Rachael covered her face with her hands. This was worse than not good… it was an absolute nightmare.Rachael groaned loudly when she heard the video camera click on and the sound of her moans filled the shower all over again. She looked over at Blake and Rob, completely and utterly mortified to have been caught by these two guys. Anyone else in school, she could have handled, but not these gus.“Please,” she said, eyeing them carefully. “Please don’t tell anyone about this,” she pleaded. “You’d ruin me… please don’t.” The two of them grinned as she pleaded with them. Couldn't she see that they had the proof right in Rob's hands and they could easily destroy her? Did she really think those weak words were going to get them to change their minds? It was going to take a whole hell of a lot more than some begging to make them change their tune."What do you think, Rob? Should we let her go?" Blake looked over at Rob and then back at Rachael."I mean, we're already here, we're horny and we have the teacher's pet right here in front of us wearing just a towel. I think we should keep her." Rob smiled a sinister smile and set the camcorder down on the ledge of the showers. He reached down and ran his hand over the bulge in his sweatpants. Grabbing hold of it, his eyes found Rachaels. "You see this here? This is what you're little game of teasing in the shower did to me. Now you wouldn't want to leave me hanging, would you?" He asked and Blake laughed.Blake slid his belt from the loops of his jeans and snapped it a few times as he eyed her intently. "I think we're both in need of some special treatment and I can't think of anyone more suited to give it to us." Blake added. Neither of them moved, still standing where they had to make sure she wouldn't make any crafty escapes. She would be stupid to anyway. Her video would be circulating the internet before she even got home. Rachael’s eyes looked up at Rob’s and then down at the bulge in his sweatpants that he so crudely grabbed. She clutched the towel a little tighter around her body and stepped back away from them. They stood in front of the door to the shower room, their muscular frames taking up the entire doorway. There wasn’t a spot for Rachael to escape through, even if she wanted to. She was a smart girl though. She knew better than to try to escape – it wouldn’t just be their word against hers. They had all the proof they needed on Rob’s videocamera, and the video would be seen by every horny guy and girl in the school in a heartbeat.“Special treatment?” she said, raising her eyebrows in alarm and looking at Blake. The way he snapped his belt and leered at her was making her extremely nervous. She had a pretty good idea what kind of special treatment Blake and Rob had in mind. Rachael wasn’t a stupid girl – she had an older brother after all.“What kind of special treatment?” Rachael asked, a hint of a desperation in her voice. Unfortunately, for all her book smarts, Rachael was woefully lacking in street smarts. She should know better than to try to negotiate with two guys and a video camera. Whatever “treatment” they required would most certainly end up captured on video, becoming something else they could lord over her.Rachael wasn’t the type of girl to insist that she would do anything for them to keep her secrets, but in all actuality, she probably would do nearly anything. Rachael was that desperate to keep her pristine reputation intact. They didn't take any time to give her their answer. They had both grown increasingly horny drooling over her tight, naked body as she brought herself to cum inside the shower. It was a sight they wouldn't soon forget, especially considering they'd captured the whole thing on tape. Rob was first to send his pants to his ankles, showing the tent that become of his boxers. He made quick work of them as well and let them pool at his ankles. Kicking his sneakers off, he stepped out of the pants and boxers and revealed his hard, thick cock to her. Quirking an eyebrow, he stepped forward and placed a hand on the top of the towel that was covering her body. He yanked it away and set it down on the ground in front of him."Kneel down on your towel there and I think you can figure out the rest." He held the camera in one hand while the other began stroking his cock in front of her. Blake had followed suit and slipped off his jeans and boxers, piling them near Rob's discarded clothes. Stepping beside Rob, Blake displayed his cock to her as well. "Hopefully you can handle two, Rachael. I know you manage juggling your schoolwork and your cheerleading...let's see how well you do juggling two cocks." Blake smirked and licked his lips in anticipation. They were going to turn this perfect do-gooder into their own personal slut. Rachael gasped as Rob reached out a hand and yanked the towel that she had wrapped around her body. Her hands hugged around her chest, and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, in an awkward attempt to hide her body. It did little good – her arms and crossed legs still left little to the imaginations of the two horny guys standing in front of her, both of whom had seen her completely naked and in her most vulnerable state.She watched silently as Rob folded the towel precisely, wrapping the soft fabric into a perfect square and tossed it down to the floor in front of him and gestured towards it. “Kneel there, and figure out the rest,” Rob had said, a scornful tone in his voice. He was soon joined by Blake, both boys naked and stroking their cocks in Rachael’s direction.Rachael sank to her knees and swallowed hard. “Okay… I can do this…” she told herself. “It’s just this once, and it’ll shut these guys up for good. She turned her face towards Rob, the closer of the two, and took his cock in her hands. It was the first time she’d been up close and personal like this before, and she was somewhat surprised by the size – bigger and thicker than she had thought. She scooted closer on her knees and took him in her mouth, rolling her tongue around the tip and sinking her lips all the way down the length. Rachael’s nose pressed lightly against his abdomen . She used her hand to squeeze lightly along his length as her lips passed back up the length of his cock. She tried to ignore the video camera that Rob was holding, capturing every detail, and she tried not to notice the other boy standing not two feet away, waiting for his turn. The school would be in an absolute uproar if they saw what was taking place in that locker room. Usually just hearing Rachael's name brought thoughts of a prude, arrogant perfectionist who probably didn't have a fleeting thought about anything remotely sexual. Already, Blake and Rob had seen her get herself off and she was now in the process of sucking cock. Oh, how things had changed.Rob was surprised at just how easily he was able to get Rachael to start working his cock. He expected a little fight, but was pleasantly surprised to see her so willing to indulge in his length. He tilted back his head and let out a groan, bringing his hand to the back of her head. He weaved his fingers through her still damp hair and urged her forward with some pressure from his hand. If this was the first time she was sucking cock, she was a natural. "Fuuuuck." Rob mumbled, his camera still focused on her. By now he'd already accumulated about 20 minutes of footage and had at least another 2 hours left on the tape.Blake watched closely at the way Rachael took every inch of Rob's cock into her mouth and immediately felt a twinge of jealousy. He didn't want to have to wait for her to please him, so instead he leaned down at grabbed hold of Rachael's wrist, bringing her hand up to his shaft. "Jerk me off...what the fuck? Forget I was here?" Blake asked, his voice echoing off of the locker room walls. Blake couldn't help but think about her pussy. Probably never touched other than by her own hands. He wanted to take away her innocence. Take away the one thing she still had. They were off to a good start already. He made her nervous… there was no doubt about that. The way Blake’s eyes crawled over her body, looking at her as if she were a piece of meat instead of a human being with feelings, set her on edge. Maybe he would be satisfied with just her hand on his cock, Rachael told herself. But she knew in the back of her mind that he wouldn’t be satisfied with just her hand… and he probably wouldn’t be satisfied with her mouth either. But would she be able to give him more??Rachael didn’t have time to think about it now. The way he grabbed and twisted her wrist, she had no choice but to take his cock in her wrist and begin stroking slowly. Her slender fingers wrapped around the thickness of his cock, and she squeezed slightly as her hand passed up and down the length of his cock. It was a struggle, but Rachael managed to balance her attention between Rob’s cock in her mouth, and Blake’s in her hand. There was, however, one thingthat was bothering her.“Can you please put the camera away?” she asked plaintively. It was distracting, the way the camera was looming over her, capturing every single movement she made. Blake let out a groan at the first touch of Rachael's hand on his cock. He could feel her squeeze him and begin working her hand back and forth, all the while her mouth was pleasuring Rob.Blake grinned when she'd mentioned putting the camera away. "Yeah, Rob, put that thing away. We can film her again while we're fucking her." he said. Reluctantly, Rob closed the viewfinder and stepped back to slip his cock from her mouth to set the camera down on the shower ledge.While he was away tending to the camera, Blake seized the opportunity, nodding down towards his cock, he placed his hand on the back of Rachael's head and muttered. "Fuck him...it's my turn."Rob turned back and shook his head with a sigh although he knew it wasn't a competition. They were both going to get off so there was no sense in worrying about who was getting more attention. He stepped back in front of Rachael, waiting for her hand to start working over his now saliva soaked cock. There was nothing at all gentle about Blake’s movements. He was seemed rougher and coarser than Rob. The way he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth down to his cock spoke volumes – he was there for his pleasure and no one else’s – that much was clear. Rachael hesitated for a moment, and was not-so-gently prodded by Blake’s fingers on the back of her head. She wrapped her lips around his cock, taking care not to catch her teeth on his sensitive skin as her head bobbed up and down.Rachael reached towards Rob as she took his cock in her hand, slick with her saliva. Her tiny hand wrapped around his girth and her hand glided easily over his warm skin. Her hands squeezed rhythmically as she moved her hand up and down the length of his cock.All of a sudden, Rachael pulled away from Blake, her lips sliding easily off his cock, and turned back towards Rob. Her left hand cupped Rob’s balls in her hand while her right hand continued to stroke him. Her mouth moved down and her tongue flicked out, licking the tip of his cock. Rachael glanced sideways towards Blake, smirking at him lightly as she continued to pleasure his best friend. Rob smirked as Rachael moved from Blake's cock back to his. He ran his hand through her hair gently, taking a softer approach as he could see it was already paying off. Now that he could see she'd grown more comfortable with him, the head she gave was even better. She was showing a genuine interest and Rob let out a loud groan to let her know just how much he was enjoying it.Blake had enough. He could see it in her eyes that she was just trying to get under his skin and it was working. He brought himself behind Rachael, lifting her hips so that she was on all fours before he knelt down, a perfect view of her ass and pussy on full display. Grabbing hold of the base of his shaft, he brought the head to her tight opening, still wet from earlier when she'd came, Blake took no time to thrust forward, his entire shaft filling her tight, untouched opening."You like that you little bitch? Try acting cute and see what happens..." Blake muttered, his hands firmly resting on her hips as he drove himself forward, seeming to give her more of his cock with each thrust, her wetness coating his shaft. Rachael looked up and met Rob’s gaze while she continued to go down on him, her lips wrapped tight around his thick cock. She purred seductively at him as he moaned loudly and lightly tangled his fingers in her hair. He was gentle, sweet almost, as he let her choose the pace and depth his cock went into her mouth. Unlike Blake, who had roughly grabbed her head and thrust himself into her mouth, burying his cock in her mouth so deep her nose was pressed up against his abdomen.Rachael felt Blake move behind her and grab her hips, pulling her up practically off her knees. Rob’s cock slipped out of her grasp as Blake yanked her hips towards him, driving his cock deep into her tight folds. Rachael had not expected to lose her virginity like this; while she was not the type of girl who imagined saving herself for her wedding day, she had at least been saving herself for the right guy. And in one sharp thrust, Blake had taken what she had been saving. Rachael squealed loudly in protest, as Blake’s cock pried her muscles apart, forcing them to loosen around his cock as he drove into her again and again. The searing pain at the first several strokes eventually subsided and was replaced by a dull throbbing that Rachael hated to admit… felt kind of good. She bit her lip and arched her back, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape from between her lips. Blake knew Rob wasn't going to be happy with the new situation since he'd roughly pulled Rachael away from his cock. As his hips moved against her, his entire cock filling that no longer virgin pussy, he reached forward and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back so that Rob could step forward to resume getting his cock sucked.Rob didn't want to admit it, but he felt some unspoken connection with Rachael. The way she seemed to venture to his cock and moan as she sucked him off. She was turning him on in a different sort of way. Rob looked down into her eyes and mouthed the word "Sorry." He obviously felt a little guilty but at the same time, he wasn't going to turn down the pleasure that this provided him. Grabbing hold of his shaft, he brought the head back to her lips. He knew it was going to be a rough blowjob given the way Blake was pounding away at her pussy, causing her body to lurch in response.Blake dug his nails into Rachael's hips, trying to keep her as steady as possible as his entire shaft abused her tight pussy, stretching it out around the thickness of his cock, the head seeming to reach her very core with every powerful thrust of his hips. "Take it like the little slut you are, Rachael," Blake called out. Rachael cried out as Blake grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, all the while driving his cock deep inside her. He was relentless with the way he pounded at her, his fingers digging into her fleshy hip, his own hips slamming into hers again and again.Her eyes looked up to Rob’s, silently pleading with him to put a stop to the way Blake was roughly manhandling her. But when Rob merely mouthed the word “Sorry” and moved in closer to her, the tip of his cock pressed lightly against her lips, she knew he was going to be no help to her. Rachael opened her mouth just wide enough for Rob’s cock to slide in, and she tried her best to keep her lips in between her teeth and his shaft, protecting his sensitive skin from her teeth. She did the best she could , trying to keep her body steady and the strokes her lips took up and down Rob’s cock long and even, which was a difficult task, given the vigorous way Blake was thrusting inside her.Rachael whimpered softly, mostly from the harsh manner Blake was treating her – she simply prayed that it would be over quickly, that Blake and Rob would hurry up and cum so they could all go on with their lives. "That's it...perfect," Rob whispered down at her as he smiled, watching her mouth move over his shaft while Blake fucked her from behind. He wanted to be more gentle with her. He could see the worry in his eyes and it made him just a little uncomfortable, although that wasn't to say he wasn't enjoying this. He had hated her for a long time and getting this revenge was sweet. Blake was just taking it to a whole new level.Slowly drawing his hips back, Blake slid his entire length from the tight, wet vice. Taking a deep breath, he backed up just a bit and ran one of his hands over both of the cheeks of her ass. Smirking to himself, he reared his hand back and delivered a flurry of hard slaps to both, delighting in the way his red hand prints now showed on her white skin, watching her body lurch towards Rob's cock while he gave her the spanking of a lifetime. Rachael was slightly reassured as Rob looked down and whispered to her. As difficult as it was to remain composed in the situation she was in, she was doing her absolute best to stay calm. She figured someone like Blake would feed off her discomfort and her fear and that could only make her situation worse.Without any warning, Blake’s heavy hand connected with her smooth, white ass. Rachael cried out, partly in pain, but mostly in surprise and humiliation as Blake’s hand slapped repeatedly at her. Rachael could feel her ass growing warm, and her body shifted forward from the force of the smacks Blake delivered to her backside. Rachael used this as an opportunity to move further away from Blake and back towards Rob. His cock slid out of her mouth while she moved, but as soon as Rachael felt she was out of Blake’s immediate reach, she knelt back down in front of Rob, her ass pressed down against her heels, and took him back in her mouth. "Man...calm the fuck down," Rob scolded Blake, knowing treating her like that wasn't going to help anything. He could tell Rachael enjoyed his softer side and with that, he nodded towards the camera. "Just grab the camera and get this on tape. Once I cum, she's all yours," he muttered before turning his attention back to Rachael. Placing his hand on the back of her head, Rob licked his lips as he watched her intently. He let out a groan as she took his cock back into her mouth. "You like that cock, baby?" he asked with a grin.Blake couldn't believe he was letting Rob talk to him like that. Who did he think he was? They were there to humiliate her, not coddle her through the entire thing. Fuck her. She liked Rob more than him? Oh well. Blake ignored Rob. Instead, he leaned down and again pulled Rachael's hips up. Spreading her legs as well, he grinned to himself before sliding down onto his back. He maneuvered his body underneath her and reached up to grab her hips, forcing her down so that he could taste her pussy.Blake trailed his tongue up and down the wet lips, sliding his tongue between her folds to taste her wetness. He eased his tongue up to her clit, working circular motions around the swollen nub with the tip. All the while, his hands grasped her ass tightly, keeping her positioned above him. Rachael held very still as Blake yanked her hips back up and pulled her legs apart. She steeled her back, preparing herself for his first rough thrust inside her body – but the thrust never came. She felt Blake slip down onto the floor and wrapping his hands around her ankles to pull himself underneath her body. His hands snaked up to her hips, his fingers digging into her muscular hip, and pulling her back down towards him. “What was he doing?” she wondered nervously. Her question was quickly answered as Blake’s tongue began lapping eagerly at her.It felt so WRONG to be enjoying this, but Rachael couldn’t help herself. Blake’s tongue, wide and flat, passed back and forth between her folds, tasting her sweet juices. After a few moments, his technique changed. He began to use the tip of his tongue to circle around her clit, pausing every so often to flick back and forth. Rachael couldn’t help herself – she moaned loudly around Rob’s cock. Rachael began sucking Rob’s cock with renewed eagerness. Her lips wrapped tightly around him and she swirled her tongue around the tip. The faster Blake’s tongue moved across her clit, the more vigorously Rachael’s lips and tongue moved up and down Rob’s length. She had no idea if this was Blake’s intended result – perhaps it was. Rob had offered to let him have her once he came – perhaps Blake was just trying to encourage her to speed that process up. Rachael had no idea what his intent was, and honestly didn’t care. She was enjoying the sensations Blake was bringing to her, no matter the reason why. Blake wasn't sure why he was so inclined to taste her as he did. Maybe it was just the thought of her never having it done before. He'd just stolen her virginity away and now he wanted more. Her juices were so sweet, Blake was inclined to deviate from her clit only to bring his tongue back down to her lips. Dipping his tongue between them again, he let the juices flow onto his tongue, thrusting his cock inside and back as if he was fucking her with it. He clenched onto her ass, letting her push her body down further towards his mouth.At Rob's angle, he really couldn't get a glimpse of what Blake was doing, but for some reason it was causing Rachael to moan against his cock and suck it hungrily. He grinned down at her, at this newly renewed eagerness. Frankly, it turned him on as well. "Fuck, that's it...just like that," Rob encouraged her, running his fingers through her hair on the back of her head as she moved. Rob could feel his shaft beginning to throb inside of her mouth, already sending precum into her mouth. He was close, but he was sure she could surmise that from the dull throbbing.There the two of them were. Two highly touted high school athletes with spotless track records turning the head cheerleader and soon to be valedictorian into their own personal slut. It was something neither expected, but they already had the tape. They knew they had her exactly where they wanted and this was just the beginning. What the hell was happening? How could she have gone from practically being forced down on her knees to pleasure these two guys – easily two of the most attractive and popular guys in school – to sort of enjoying what they were doing. Despite being at a decided disadvantage with Blake and Rob – the video camera and the footage on that camera made sure of that – Rachael felt an odd sense of power. With Rob’s cock in her mouth and his pleasure dependent on the movements of her mouth and her tongue… to feel him squirm and hear him moan as he ran his fingers through her hair made her feel somewhat in control. And Blake… as cruelly and callously as he had deflowered her, Rachael had to admit, what he was doing with his tongue, tracing up and down between her lips and flicking back and forth across her clit, was only turning her on more. All this left her completely confused – on one hand, what they were doing was wrong. But on the other hand… Rachael was enjoying it… a lot. That made her choice very easy – Rachael surrendered to her pleasure.Rachael could feel Rob’s cock begin to throb in her mouth, and began to taste a curious mixture of something sweet and salty at the same time. She eased his cock out of her mouth, popping the head of his cock out from between her lips with a loud smack. She used her tongue to lick around the head, almost as if it were a lollipop. She murmured as her tongue lapped at the small beads of precum, and Rachael looked up at Rob and smiled at him. “Mmmmm….” she said. “Tastes good,” she murmured. Rob watched Rachael in complete awe. He wasn't sure if it was the pleasure Blake was sending her or if she was actually being comfortable with their arrangement. Either way, the way she had let his precum collect on her tongue and then told him it tasted good...Rob was having trouble believing she was even the same girl they knew.Grabbing the base of his cock, Rob smirked and tapped the head of his cock against Rachael's tongue. He did this a few times, a bit more precum falling onto her tongue. "There's plenty more where that came from." The throbbing was a clear indication that any moment now he was going to cum. His shaft was pulsating against his palm. Starting to stroke his shaft, he looked down at her face. "Make sure you keep your mouth open. You want a mouthful of that cum?" he asked her. Instead of being condescending, he talked to her as if she was just a girl he was with rather than their actual sex slave. As strange as it seemed, he felt a connection between the two of them. He could actually see himself dating her. Rachael was obviously smart and now that she was having a sexual awakening, maybe it'd make her less uptight in other aspects.Blake, still between Rachael's legs, had noticed her getting wetter and in turn he savored in tasting her juices. He knew he was between her legs for a while, licking her clit and fucking her pussy with his tongue. He was getting off to this. Even though his cock was left unattended, he couldn't get enough of her pussy. He wanted her to cum for him as she had earlier on tape. Sucking the swollen clit into his mouth, he hummed against it, sending vibrations throughout, doing anything he possibly could to spur the orgasm. Rachael flicked her tongue across the bottom side of Rob’s cock while he gently tapped the head against her tongue, a few more drops of precum collecting on her tongue. This was obviously not something Rachael had done before – giving a guy a blowjob, much less letting him cum in her mouth. But there was something she liked, and something she trusted about Rob. And since she’d already come this far, there was really no turning back. She kept her mouth open, looking on as Rob began to stroke his shaft, waiting for him to explode into her mouth.Meanwhile, Blake had firmly positioned himself between Rachael’s legs, his arms wrapped up around her hips, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her down onto him, not leaving her hips much room to wiggle about. His tongue pressed up deep inside her, meanwhile his lips sought out her clit, sucking it up between his lips. Rachael moaned loudly when Blake did this – it was as if he knew exactly what to do to elicit the biggest reaction. She could feel herself growing more and more excited, the pressure of her pending orgasm becoming greater and greater. And when Blake began to hum against her clit, that was what Rachael needed to go over the edge. “Oooooooohhhhh….” she cried out loudly, her hips pressing down against Blake’s tongue, her moans bouncing off the shower room walls. Rachael leaned forward against Rob’s body for support, her body weak and shuddering with pleasure. Blake knew he had brought her to orgasm. He smirked to himself under her as she pressed herself down against him. He let her ride out the rest of her orgasm before licking his lips and slipping out from underneath her. He knew he was going to have her to himself once Rob came and he had a feeling with how long she'd been sucking his cock that it would be sooner rather than later. Standing, Blake made his way over to the ledge and grabbed the camera. He adjusted the viewfinder and then pressed record, getting in close to get a side view of Rachael waiting for Rob's cum.Rob adjusted to Rachael leaning forward, knowing that Blake had sent her over the edge. He didn't know how, but he wasn't complaining. Rachael was skilled with her mouth and she'd only get better with more practice. Now, as he stroked his own cock above her, he knew she was going to get a mouthful.It'd been a while for Rob. He'd hit a rough patch in terms of sex and Rachael was the perfect remedy. "Oh fuck.." he muttered, and with that, he came. He watched as his thick cum shot out and coated Rachael's awaiting tongue. He could see the thick sheen of white that now covered the pink, filling her mouth. Taking a deep breath, his head tilted back, Rob slapped the head against her tongue one final time to make sure she got every drop before taking a step back to see how she'd handle it. Blake stood alongside of them, making sure to zoom in as Rob came, getting a good shot of Rachael's tongue bathed in his seed. Rachael’s legs quivered underneath her as the last few waves of her orgasm passed through her body. She was very pleasantly surprised. She never would have guessed that someone like Blake – who seemed purely out for his own pleasure – would have focused on someone else’s pleasure for any length of time. Rachael felt him slide out from beneath her and move behind her, towards the camera on the ledge. She grumbled as she heard him snap the lens cap off and turn the camera on, focusing on her. She wished they could leave the camera off for once, but didn’t dwell too much on it. She tipped her face up to look at Rob, watching him as he stroked his cock.Rachael felt the first few spurts of his cum hit her squarely on her tongue. It was surprisingly warm as it coated her tongue. She curved her tongue around it, trying not to gag as she swallowed. She licked her lips and tilted her chin up, smiling at Rob and stroking his thigh with her hand. Rob took a deep breath as he came down from his orgasm. He glanced down at Rachael still there in her knees in front of him. She'd handled all of his cum perfectly and was surprised she had swallowed. She didn't seem like the type. "Perfect..." he muttered in a breath, stepping back. He wanted more of her. This had only been the beginning. He was glad Blake had taped that so he could look at it for future reference.Blake set the camera down once more and his eyes found hers. Making his way over to her, Blake grabbed her arm to help her back up onto her feet. His eyes danced over her body. So perfect. Those cheerleading practices did serve a purpose. To tone that body of hers in all the right places. Taking hold of Rachael's hips, Blake lifted her onto the lower ledge of the shower. It aligned the two perfectly and he spread her legs wide on either side of him before stepping forward. "Now you're not going to fight this are you?" he asked, but he had an inkling she wouldn't considering what he had just done for her. Fight it?? Was he kidding?? Rachael shook her head no. Although she didn't personally like Blake, and thought he had bullied her into something she didn't think she wanted, Rachael had to admit that the orgasm he gave her was easily the most intense she had ever experienced. And so, with her legs spread as wide as they could go - quite far, with her considerable flexibility as a cheerleader - Rachael looked to Blake, a tiny smile on her lips. "I won't fight you," she promised. She shifted her weight slightly, causing Blake's cock to slide further up her thigh, closer to where they both wanted it.Rachael's eyes shifted to Rob who had stepped back away from her, giving Blake his turn as he had promised. In sone strange way, she wished it was Rob standing between her legs and not Blake, but at the moment, that couldn't be helped. Perhaps after all was said and done, they could have their time together. She felt an odd connection to him, which she found unsettling, given their current circumstances. Only time would tell what wouldhapoen between them. Rob stood back, still naked from the waist down as he watched Blake get into position. He felt a little awkward, not only because he was watching, but because a tinge of jealousy hit him. It was crazy to think he'd be jealous after such a short time, especially given the fact that Rachael had just finished giving him the best blowjob of his life. Maybe he was just naive to think anything could happen between them, especially considering his best friend had just buried his cock inside of her.Grinning as he looked into her eyes, Blake rested his hand on the base of his cock as he moved forward and parted her folds with the head. Letting up a groan, he thrust forward and sent every inch of his shaft inside of her, feeling how wet she still was from earlier. He brought both hands to her inner thighs, keeping them open for him as he leaned down and kissed along her shoulder, breathing in her scent. She was a beautiful girl who had stayed out of all forms of trouble. Now she was getting disrespected in the ultimate way and didn't seem to be minding herself. Blake knew the pleasure was overtaking her. Rachael moaned softly as Blake’s hands caressed her inner thighs, pushing them wide open as his hips moved in between her legs, thrusting deep inside her. His lips brushing across her shoulders was the first gentle, intimate gesture that he had made towards her, and she couldn’t help herself; her body responded automatically. Her hips rose up to meet Blake’s, her back arched, and the pace of her breath picked up. Rachael closed her eyes and tossed her head back, enjoying the sensation as Blake continued to thrust deep inside her. He felt incredible – filling her completely, his thick cock spreading her wide open.Rachael’s eyes opened, and she looked over Blake’s shoulder, seeing Rob watching her with his best friend. She wasn’t quite sure why, but the strange expression on Rob’s face gave her reason to pause. And as Rob continued to stare at her, Rachael felt herself growing more and more uncomfortable. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what she felt, but she almost felt guilty, as if she were wrong to be enjoying Blake as much as she was. She wished there was some way to let Rob know that she would have preferred him between her legs instead of Blake. Rachael looked at him again, her eyes silently pleading with him to not hate her for enjoying the pleasure that Blake was bringing her. Rob was surprised when Rach's eyes had met his. He had just expected her to be so involved in what was going on that she forgot about his presence there. He quirked an eyebrow and managed a half-smile as if to say that he understood the look she was giving him. They had an agreement and it would've been wrong for either of them to go back on it. It was naive of him to think anything would happen between them after this anyway. They had blackmailed her. They had essentially forced her to have sex with them. It wasn't something that was usually taken lightly, but at the same time, her features had softened and it really seemed as if she had liked it. There was no fight in her.Blake powered his hips forward, sending every inch of his cock inside of Rachael. She was incredibly tight and still wet from the pleasure he'd given her with his mouth. Her walls hugged his shaft, practically inviting him to cum and it wasn't long before his length began throbbing inside of her. He looked down at her face and noticed she wasn't even looking at him. Shaking his head, he raised his hand and placed it under her chin, turning her face to him. "I'm right here," he muttered spitefully. Rachael felt Blake’s fingers underneath her chin, tipping her face back towards him. “I’m right here,” he reminded her. Rachael’s eyes flashed back towards Blake’s. What did he care if she was looking at him or not? Why did it matter? It wasn’t as if what they were doing was supposed to mean something – either to her, or to Blake. He was blackmailing her… practically forcing her to have sex with him. There was nothing romantic or gentle about what they were doing, even though Rachael had to admit… Blake’s cock sliding in and out felt REALLY good.Her eyes turned towards Blake reluctantly, finding greater comfort in Rob’s silent stare. For some reason, she just didn’t feel the same way about Rob as she did about Blake. Rachael felt like, perhaps for some strange reason, she could trust him, that he wasn’t just out for himself, that he wouldn’t hurt her. And Blake… well… he just wanted one thing and didn’t care how he got it. Rachael, unfortunately, got caught in a compromising position and had to be the one to give it to him. And all the while, she was sort of wishing that she could have been giving it to Rob instead. Rachael had no idea what would happen after today… she didn’t really care about seeing Blake again, but something inside her still wanted Rob, and she had no idea why. Blake was glad that Rach's eyes hadn't strayed from his. He liked the connection he felt as he pounded her tight pussy with every strong thrust. His hands gripped her inner thighs tightly, keeping them spread nice and wide for him as every inch of his shaft found its way inside of her. She felt incredible and he knew he wouldn't last much longer, his cock already throbbing intensely.Rob decided not to just watch. Instead, he made his way around to the outside of the shower and stood behind Rachael as she rested on the ledge. He leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, his lips just inches from her ear. Rob wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. He let his nipples press taut against his palms while he spoke to her. "Do you have any idea how sexy I think you are?" he asked in a whisper, his hands kneading her breasts. "It's sort of hot seeing you getting fucked like this, knowing the next cock that'll be inside of you will be mine." Rob grinned, his breath hot against her skin.Just then, Blake gave one last thrust and then groaned loudly as he came, spurts of thick, rich cum spurting from his tip and filling Rachael to the hilt. Rob smirked and drew back a little, but kept his lips next to Rach's ear. For some reason, he knew she wanted him, too and that made the fucking Blake gave her just a little more palpable. "Feel good getting filled up, Rach?" Rob asked her and then finally drew back completely. As Rachael saw Rob move from the corner of her eye, her gaze shifted from Blake back to Rob, wondering where he was going. She smiled to herself as he settled in behind her, his chin resting softly against her shoulder and his hands sliding gently around her waist. Her eyes closed as she felt him lean in, his breath hot against her skin, and his words were softly whispered into her ear. “Do you have any idea how sexy I think you are?” His words echoed in her head, and Rachael had an even harder time focusing on Blake. “Ohhhhh….” she moaned softly, less from the way Blake was pounding inside her and more from the way Rob’s hands gently kneaded her breasts and the words he whispered in her ear.Did he say what she thought he said? That the next cock inside her would be his? She couldn’t help but wish that Blake would hurry up and finish so that she could turn her attention back to Rob. The thought had barely left her mind when Blake thrust hard inside her and grunted loudly. She felt him spurt inside her, his cum filling her as she’d never been filled before. She felt Rob move back slightly, then lean down to whisper in her ear once again before stepping back completely. She whimpered slightly… what had he been doing? Was he just teasing her?She shifted her body on the shower ledge, turning back towards Rob and looking at him, the lust and desire for him clearly etched on her face. She stared, wondering what he – or Blake, for that matter – would do next. Rob realized he'd gotten a little caught up in what was happening. He looked down at Rach and saw the look on her face as their eyes met. He knew she wanted him. She was a good girl by trade and he could tell it was hard for her to disguise her wants. Getting dressed, Rob grabbed hold of his camera and turned it off. They were done for now. He admired Rachael's body once more, looking her up and down. He watched as some of the cum from Blake's explosion trickled from her pussy and down her thigh.Blake pulled out and laughed as he took a look at Rach's pussy. "A virgin no longer..." he muttered and laughed again, patting his hand over her pussy before he too turned and started getting dressed. "I gotta get going, but this was fun. We should do it again sometime...really soon," Blake finished getting dressed and headed over to Rachael, giving her ass a slap. "See ya, slut."And as quickly as he had came, Blake left. Rob had sort of been wishing he would leave. He wanted some alone time with Rachael just to sort of get a feel for what she was thinking. Yeah, it looked like she had an attraction towards him, but that was as she was getting fucked and as she had his cock in her mouth. This was different. They weren't in the midst of fucking. Would she still have that feeling?"I think we should talk about this," he said simply, turning to her. His voice was soft and just in the way he spoke he knew he could exude a more calming feeling than the abrasiveness Blake showed. “Over my dead body,” Rachael muttered to herself. She’d never, in a million years, EVER do this again. Not with Blake anyway. Even though Blake had made her feel absolutely incredible, she couldn’t see herself ever wanting to be with him ever again.Rob on the other hand… she looked over to him and watched for a moment while he fiddled with the video camera. She thought for a moment that he was going to take his turn with her now that Blake was done, but she was kind of glad that he didn’t. She didn’t want it to be like that between them. Out of this strange and uncomfortable situation, she was surprised to feel towards Rob some sense of… attraction maybe? Or was it just lust and the heat of the moment? Rachael hoped that if they talked about it, they could figure it out.“Can I… at least get dressed?” she asked irritably. “And can we get out of the girl’s locker room?” Rachael looked at Rob. “I know it’s late and all, and I’m sure no one’s going to come back, but if they did… it would look weird if we were standing in the locker room talking,” she pointed out. Rachael didn’t wait for Rob’s permission to get dressed. She bent down and picked up her towel and wrapped it around her body as she headed back towards her locker to get dressed. She wiggled her hips first into a pair of panties then a pair of jeans that hugged her hips. She reached behind her, fastening her bra, before pulling a tank top over her head and shrugging her shoulders into a baggy hoodie She tossed the wet towel and dirty clothes into her gym bag, locked her locker, and slid her feet into her shoes. “You coming?” she said to Rob. Rob was initially a little surprised by the way Rachael had responded to him. He thought they had a connection but at the same time he realized she had been completely violated and he was one of the perpetrators. He was lucky she even still talked to him.With a nod, Rob led the two back out of the locker room. The school was completely empty and as they walked down the long corridor that fed out into the parking lot, he couldn't help but think of doing more things inside of the school. Rob had always been one who shied away from danger and the sorts of things that could really get him in trouble. Now he felt like he could do anything.The air hit them in a rush once they had gotten outside. Rob still held the camera in one hand, his free hand tucking into his pocket. "Did you drive here? If not I can give you a ride home or we can just...go back to my place?" The suggestion was thrown out, but Rob had reason to believe Rach just wanted to get the hell home and as far away from him as possible. The ordeal must've been traumatic. Even Rob kind of regretted the way they had gone about it. He still couldn't ignore that connection. He couldn't ignore the fact that in the back of his mind he knew he saw a light in her eyes as she sucked his cock. Rachael looked at him as they stopped outside the main doors to the school. She thought she saw something in Rob’s eye – regret, maybe? Rachael didn’t know. She was, however, grateful for his offer to drive her home or to invite her back to his house. Rachael wasn’t completely comfortable hanging out at Rob’s just yet. She thought maybe if they talked first, figured out what was going on between the two of them, she might feel more comfortable at his house later on.“Are your parents expecting you home at any certain time?” she asked. “If they’re not, then maybe we can hang out at my place for a bit… order a pizza or something,” she suggested. Rachael knew her parents wouldn’t be home, so there was no rush for her to get home. Spending evenings home alone were not something new for Rachael. Her mother, a corporate litigator, almost always worked until 10-11pm at night. Her father was a big wig in pharmaceutical sales and spent most of his time on the road, wining and dining potential clients or trying to woo lobbyists and politicians in Washington. Rachael felt a little odd inviting a boy back to her house, but Rob seemed a little different. She didn’t know why, but Rachael thought she could trust him, despite the way he and his best friend had just taken complete advantage of her. Rob was a little caught off guard at Rachael's proposal. In the back of his mind he thought maybe she was just trying to lure him to her place, have her parents step in, see the video and then get the guys in trouble. It was possible, especially given the fact that they'd taken complete advantage of her. This could have been Rachael plotting her revenge. Weary, but no doubt interested, Rob decided to suck it up."Yeah, that sounds good." He gave her a smile, more to reassure himself than her and led her to his car. Unlocking the doors, he set the camera down in the backseat and got into the driver's side, starting the car. Following Rachael's directions, Rob drove to her place, relieved to see no cars in the driveway when they pulled up. Rob was aware that she came from money, but just judging by the outside of her house, he didn't know just how much. The place looked incredible. It was one thing the two of them had in common, with Rob's parents both doctors who had met in med school. Rachael didn’t have any notions in her mind about revenge. While it was true that she had gotten off to a pretty bad start with both Rob and Blake, there was something in Rob’s demeanor that indicated to Rachael that he wasn’t quite the jerk that he may have initially come across as. And compared to his best friend, Blake, he was practically a prince.She had invited Rob back to her place quite simply so they could talk. Rachael knew she wouldn’t have been comfortable at Rob’s own place, and given what they would probably end up talking about, it was probably better to go somewhere rather private. Knowing that her parents wouldn’t be home until quite late, Rachael figured her place was the best alternative.Rachael slid out from the passenger side of Rob’s car and headed towards the front door. “Come on,” she said, her voice softer and friendlier than it had been in the locker room. She unlocked the door, tossed her bag into the corner and headed down into the family room. She sat down on one of the soft leather couches and tucked her feet underneath her and looked up at Rob. “You can sit down,” she smiled at him. “You said you thought we should talk… let’s talk.” Rob got a good look at the place as he entered. Everyone who lived in the neighborhood was pretty well off, and Rachael's family was no different. The house was rather huge, even bigger than Rob's place. He took a seat beside her on the sofa and rested back, letting out a sigh. He was nervous for the first time. He felt no nerves in the locker room despite the callousness of their actions, but now that he was alone with her inside her house, his heart was beating out of his chest.Unable to sit still, Rob leaned forward and clenched his hands together as he eyed Rachael. "Yeah, let's talk." An awkward silence seemed to fall over the room after he said it. He didn't really know how to express himself but he was going to give it a shot."I know this is going to sound really strange, but while we were, you know..." he started and began to think about the vigor with which she sucked his cock and the way their eyes met and she smiled at him after she swallowed his cum. He felt the connection. Maybe she was just playing it up so she could get the hell out of there. He wasn't sure. "...in the locker room. I felt a sort of connection. "You're a beautiful girl, Rachael. In a way, I don't want those feelings to end."He knew the way he had worded things that he hadn't been too clear, but given the fact that he was fairly certain that she felt the same way, he figured she would understand. Reaching over, Rob took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze, interlocking their fingers. Rachael sat cross-legged on the sofa beside Rob, her face tipped down and her long dark blond hair sweeping down, hiding her face. She could sense the tension between she and Rob, and his nervous energy was nearly palpable. She looked down at her hands as she listened to him speak, expecting some half-hearted apology for what had just happened in the locker room. But what came out of his mouth instead completely caught her off guard. Rachael was shocked – Rob had confirmed that he felt the same thing that she had felt but was scared to admit… that there had been some sort of connection between them.When Rob reached for her hand, lacing his fingers in between hers, Rachael tipped her head to the side and looked up at him, trying to read his expression, to determine whether he was being truly sincere. The look in his eye and the expression on her face told her everything she needed to know. Rob was indeed sincere; he wasn’t just putting her on.“I felt it too,” she said softly. “I… I… I’ve never felt something like that before,” Rachael admitted nervously. And that was the truth – until now, Rachael had always used her dedication to schoolwork and extracurricular activities as an excuse to create distance between herself and anyone who might try to get close to her. She squeezed Rob’s hand back, enjoying the warmth of his hand around hers and she looked up at him nervously. “So what does this mean?” she wondered out loud. “What do we do next?” She looked up at Rob, her blue eyes taking in everything about him, and she couldn’t help wondering to herself what it would be like to kiss him. Things had changed so fast. Before the whole locker room incident, Rob hadn't thought very highly of Rachael. She seemed stuck up and her holier than thou attitude was just the kind that tended to get under his skin. Now he was confessing to her to that he felt a connection to her after he and his friend took complete advantage of a precarious situation. Now as he held her hand in her own home, he was at a loss for words.Rob wished he could answer her question. There were a lot of factors at play. For one, he had in his possession a tape that could destroy her life. He also had a best friend who joined him in the act and who he knew wouldn't take kindly to his feelings for Rachael.Even though he knew it wasn't right and that too many factors came into play, Rob leaned forward and kissed Rachael. His lips parted slightly as he took her bottom lip between his and drew her in closer to him. He didn't know what to say and fearing an awkward silence, Rob did the only thing he could think of. It was sure to complicate things even further, but the two of them were growing closer and he liked the feeling.Mid-kiss Rob was startled by the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket. Pulling back, he smiled as his eyes found hers and then proceeded to reach down to retrieve his phone. It was a text message from Blake that read: Can't believe we fucked her. Get over here so we can watch the tape.With a sigh, Rob shook his head and tucked the phone back into his pocket. "I'm sorry about that. It was Blake..." he said, realizing he had completely dodged Rachael's question from earlier. He hoped his actions would speak louder than words, though. There was an uncomfortable few moments of silence after Rachael mused out loud about what she and Rob should do next about their strange situation. The silence between them was easily taken care of when Rob leaned in close and pressed his lips against Rachael’s. Things were definitely getting more complicated.The kiss began innocently enough at first – just two pairs of lips pressed against one another. But then Rob deepened the kiss, parting his lips and sucking Rachael’s lower lip in between his. Before she knew what was happening, Rachael felt her body responding to Rob’s touch. Her lips parted as well, and her tongue darted out to twist around Rob’s. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him and kissing him even more passionately.Rachael felt a wave of disappointment pass over her body when Rob pulled away from their kiss to pull his phone out of his pocket. She watched him silently as he withdrew his phone and read the text message. He told her who it was from, but didn’t offer any details on what the message said. It was probably better that way anyhow.“Blake?” Rachael said, frowning slightly at the mention of his name. “Oh…” she trailed off, her voice growing soft. “I guess that means you have to leave, huh?” Rachael asked. She assumed that’s why Blake had texted Rob – they were best friends, after all. Rob felt bad that he'd reached for his phone so hastily, but he was still sort of on edge after all that had happened. In a way he thought Blake might've made the little locker room escapade a public ordeal. Instead, he found out Blake must still have been horny and was looking for the video to enjoy. The last thing Rob wanted was to watch a porn he was in with Blake."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even looked at it. Just habit." He gave her a warm, reassuring smile. The more he was in her presence the more beautiful he saw her. Her personality also seemed to mesh well with his. She wasn't a stuck-up overbearing bitch like she played in school. If anything it was just a charade to isolate herself. He knew the sexual contact she had with he and Blake was her first time. Now as he looked into her eyes Rob could see that Rachael was struggling with the same feelings.The kiss had been incredible and had been the first true showing of their emotions. Sure they had the connection before, but that wasn't genuine. She had been pleasing him because she had to, not because she wanted to."If you'll let me stay, I'd be happy to stick around. Blake saw enough of me today. Literally saw enough of me. He can wait. I want to spend some time with you." Rob wanted a relationship. The last couple he'd been in were train wrecks, though for some reason he wanted something fresh and he wanted it to be with Rachael. He could just imagine what people around school would say about them getting together. They were an unlikely couple, especially since their behavior towards one another was less than amicable. Rachael relaxed visibly at Rob’s reassuring smile, returning one of her own as he told her that he would stay… and more importantly, that he WANTED to stay. She was glad that she was wrong about him… that he wasn’t just some dumb, insensitive jock. Now that she was taking the time to get to know him, Rob actually seemed really nice.Rachael nodded her head. “I’d like you to stay,” she tilted her head to the side and smiled gently at him. “I’d like to spend some time with you too,” she told him. “It’s late,” she said. “And you haven’t eaten.” Of course, she hadn’t eaten either, but Rachael wasn’t really thinking about herself. “I have no idea what kind of stuff we have “Do you want to order something in? Watch a movie or something?” she suggested.For the first time in… well, years… Rachael wasn’t thinking about homework or studying for the Spanish test she had tomorrow. All she was thinking about was Rob and continuing to get to know him better. Rachael was thankful that they were away from the school environment and they were alone together – if all she had ever known was the Rob from her English class, she doubted they’d managed to spend more than 5 minutes together. But in the time they’d spend together today, Rachael saw a kindness and a sensitivity that she had somehow missed before. She was, admittedly, quite curious as to where things would go with him. And tomorrow, when they were back at school, would they change? And what about Blake? Rachael glanced over at him, a fleeting look of worry crossing her face before she shook it aside. She decided not to worry about such things, and to just enjoy the time she did have with Rob.“So…” she grinned at him. “Thai or pizza?” she asked. Rob liked the thought of just being with Rachael out of the realm of school and the drama that could've possibly been brought up concerning the shower scene. It was a first date of sorts and the fact that they were able to share the time alone together meant a lot."Food and a movie sounds great. I'm up for some Thai." He was going to leave the ordering up to Rachael. His eyes darted over her body and Rob couldn't help but think about their time spent together. Rachael was nothing like he had envisioned she'd be like. Instead of being a prudish little bitch, he had opened her up sexually and she really seemed to enjoy their time together. Even as they sat their together, he didn't feel the condescension he expected from her. She was just a really sweet girl who was a bit misrepresented in school.Rob knew part of the allure of defiling a girl like Rachael was that she was never with a guy before and she seemed to put on a holier than thou act at school that just made him want to turn her on to new things. Seeing a different side of Rachael was a definite turn on. Suddenly, Rob could feel a bit of regret consuming him. He pulled the tape from his pocket and handed it over to her. "Here. You can get rid of this. I don't want this getting out. You don't need your reputation getting ruined because of two horny guys with nothing better to do." Rachael got up from the sofa and headed into the kitchen, picking up her phone from her purse and a menu from the little Thai place in the neighborhood. She scanned the menu briefly before dialing the number into her phone. She spoke briefly, reciting her order to the person on the other end of the line. “An order of ginger beef, please. Yes. And an order of chicken pad thai. Yes. Okay. Thirty minutes? Thank you,” Rachael said before disconnecting the line and setting her phone down.She smiled at Rob as she crossed the room towards him, sitting down on the sofa. She scooted closer to him than she had been sitting a few moments earlier, leaning her shoulder against his and tucking her feet up underneath her. She held her breath for a moment when she felt Rob shifting beside her, and she began to get nervous that she had gotten too close.But instead of pulling away from her, he instead pulled the tape from his pocket and turned it over to her. “Thank you,” she said softly, taking the tape and putting it on the sofa table behind them. She didn’t want to think about what had happened earlier that evening; more than anything she wanted both she and Rob to put it behind them. Perhaps then they could explore this thing that seemed to be blossoming between them.She reached for the remote control, turning the entertainment system on and handing the remote control to Rob. “Here,” she smiled at him brightly. “There’s a ton of movie channels,” she said. “You pick something.” Rob smiled and took control of the remote, flipping through the huge number of channels. He settled on a horror movie that would pretty much ensure the fact that Rachael would be getting closer to him, something he really wanted. They were in the early stages of the relationship and Rob wanted to make up for the terrible first impression."So, tell me..." he started and looked over at her. "...what is it you like about me?"He was curious and since they had had their first encounter, her actions were unexpected. He wondered if it was because she was inexperienced and just felt like latching onto him or if she truly felt some sort of connection between the two of them.One thing Rob was sure of was the fact that Blake wasn't going to be happy about him giving up the tape. Fuck him, though. He could've been nicer to Rachael and made it an enjoyable experience instead of frightening her into submission. He was way out of line. Rob wasn't even sure if he'd disclose the fact that they were dating. He didn't want Blake to hang over his head the fact that he was able to make Rob's girlfriend cum. Rachael raised her eyebrows at Rob’s choice in movies. Horror movies were typically not her thing, but it would certainly give her a chance to sit a little closer to Rob, and perhaps he’d put his arm around her or something.“Welll…” she began, thinking about her answer to his question. “You are a lot different than I expected you to be,” she told him. “You’re really nice…” Rachael told him. They obviously hadn’t spent much time together, and what they knew of one another was generally limited to what they had heard from other people and what they had seen themselves in school. Rachael was glad for the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with Rob to get to know him even better. The connection they shared was completely unexpected, but one that Rachael was very excited to explore. She had never had a real relationship, and Rob was now the closest that she had ever come to one, and she couldn’t help but wonder what would become of them. Did this connection with Rob have the potential for something more serious? Only time would tell.“What are we going to tell people at school about us?” she asked Rob. Rachael wasn’t sure if he intended for their relationship to remain a secret, or if they would be out in the open. And if they did disclose their connection to the rest of the world, what would people say? What would Blake say? He didn’t seem to be the type who could keep his mouth shut about things, and Rachael had a very real fear that, even though she had the evidence of their encounter in her hands, there was nothing stopping him from telling the entire school what had happened in the girls locker room. And whose side would Rob take? His best friend, or some girl that he barely knew.Rachael decided not to think too much more about it – things would work themselves out however they were meant to work out. In the meantime, she moved a little closer to Rob on the sofa, leaning her head against his shoulder and watching the television, waiting for their dinner to arrive. When the doorbell finally rang, she hopped up, grabbing her wallet from her bag and heading to the front door, paying for their dinner and carrying the bag back inside and setting it down on the coffee table.“Let me get some plates and forks and stuff,” she told him. “We can just eat in here, if you don’t mind,” she grinned at him. “And can I get you something to drink?” she asked. Rob smiled as he listened to Rachael talk about what she liked about him. It was sort of refreshing that she didn't hold anything against him. If anything he had gotten past what had happened and wanted to move on, just like he had. He thought about her question for a while since it seemed to be an important one. He knew if word spread that he was dating Rachael, Blake would be pissed.He couldn't see Blake just shrugging it off. The fact that they had both had sex with Rachael and that Rob seemed to be the winner in all of it would be a slap in the face. Blake would fly off the deep end and surely let the entire school know what went down in the locker room. Rob didn't want to see that happen. He knew Rachael's reputation would forever be tarnished if something like that got out."I think we keep quiet, at least for now. I don't want Blake to do something stupid when he finds out. I think he was beginning to like you."Just then the food arrived and Rob reached into his pocket and pulled out some cash, setting it down on the table. He didn't want Rachael to pay for him. He'd put her through enough. "Uh, water is fine," he called out to her when she asked him if he wanted a drink. The food smelled amazing and Rob had worked up quite an appetite. He couldn't think of anyone he'd rather be having dinner with, either. Rachael came back into the living room with two bottles of spring water, a pair of plates and some utensils. She saw the money Rob had set down on the table and shook her head as she picked it up and handed it back to him. “Don’t worry about it… my dad is buying,” she smiled at him. “He and my mom are never home for dinner during the week, so they leave me with money to go out or have food delivered,” she told him. She sat back down on the sofa and began digging through the bag. “I love thai food,” she admitted, breathing deeply, inhaling the delicious aroma. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, “ Rachael began. “So I got a beef dish and a chicken dish,” she smiled at him. “I don’t mind sharing if you don’t,” she said shyly. They were still in the “getting-to-know-you” phase of their relationship, making things between them awkward in a rather charming and adorable way.They both began digging into the take out containers, spooning food onto their plates before settling back onto the couch to eat and chat. Rachael tried the chicken pad thai first, spearing some chicken and twirling some noodles around her fork. She took a big bite, her eyes growing wide with delight at the delicious taste. “Mmmmm!” she exclaimed. “You’ve got to try this!” Rachael told him. She scooped up more chicken and noodles and stuck her fork out towards him, offering him a bite from her fork.Rachael was okay with them keeping the status of their relationship just between the two of them... for now, anyway. It would be a wonderful little secret that the two of them shared. She imagined sharing special looks between the two of them... leaving notes in each other's lockers, perhaps stealing surreptitious kisses in the hallway between classes. Perhaps eventually she would want people to know about them, but for now, it was probably best to keep things quiet. Rob was glad their relationship was moving in the right direction. The two of them seemed destined for each other in some weird sort of way. For now, he was just going to enjoy Rachael's company and see where the night would lead.He leaned forward and took a bite from her fork, nodding his approval while he chewed. "Wow, that is good." He grinned and sat back as he ate, taking periodic sips from his water. The day had gone from completely awkward and unexpected to really comfortable. Knowing the Rachael from school, he didn't think it would be possible.Rob realized the question he was about to ask her was probably going to border on out of line, but he'd been thinking about it ever since he and Blake entered the locker room. "I was just wondering and you don't have to answer this. Um, what were you thinking about today? I mean, when you were doing your thing in the locker room and we caught you?" he asked. He hoped he wasn't embarrassing her. The thought had just been plaguing him since she was such a good girl and really showed no interest in anyone from school. Rachael’s cheeks blazed bright red as Rob mentioned the thoughts that had been on his mind since the shower episode earlier in the day. He wanted to know what she had been thinking about in the shower. She looked over at him, not quite sure how to answer.“Ummm….” She trailed off, her voice quivering slightly with nervousness. “I don’t know exactly,” she admitted to him. “I mean… it’s not like I was thinking of a certain person or anything,” she looked down at her hands nervously, not wanting to make eye contact with him at that particular moment. “It’s not like I’ve ever been with a guy before,” she told him. “And I’ve never known a guy that likes me for me,” Rachael shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t want to seem vain, but she knew that she was a pretty girl and her good looks attracted the attentions of many of the guys at school. Guys like Rob and Blake. But she always felt like they wanted her for just one for one thing… and Rachael never wanted to let a boy treat her like that.“I guess I was just thinking about how good it feels,” she said, a small smile crossing her face. She tipped her face up to look at Rob. Rachael wondered if Rob would be able to make her feel that way too. Blake certainly had, and she had no feelings for him whatsoever. But Rob… she really liked him. Rachael wondered if he could make her feel even better than she herself did. Perhaps in time, she’d find out. Rob smiled brightly as he listened to Rachael open up to him a bit. He hadn't even really expected her to answer his question. "I gotta say, I think you were more pleased by the Thai food than you were by your own hand. I'm just saying." Rob laughed and gave her a playful nudge. He'd finished dinner and as was customary with Thai, he'd eaten way more than he needed to.Wrapping his arm around Rachael, he pulled her in close and leaned down to give her forehead a soft kiss. She smelled amazing and just the mere feeling of her body against his just felt right. He'd never felt it with anyone before and for that reason alone he knew he'd made the right decision in pursuing her."And I never properly thanked you for what you did earlier. You have one talented mouth." Reaching down, he tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her head up so that she looked at him. Flashing her another smile, Rob leaned in and kissed her lips softly, running his tongue warmly over her own, envisioning her tongue trailing over every inch of his cock as it did earlier. She was incredible. “The Thai food was REALLY good!” she protested, laughing softly as he pulled her in close to him. It was the first time Rachael had been physically close to a guy where there was some sort of romantic connection between them. Rob seemed to know exactly the right things to say and to do to put her at ease. She leaned her head against his shoulder, inhaling deeply and enjoying his wonderfully masculine scent. His muscular arms around her made her feel both warm and safe at the same time, and Rachael couldn’t help but wonder to herself how on earth she had missed out on these feelings for so long.Rachael murmured softly as Rob pulled her even closer, tilting her chin up and kissing her softly. His tongue gently slipped between her lips, which she parted eagerly to let her own tongue tangle with his. She shifted her body so that she was sitting astride his hips, her body grinding against his. Rachael wrapped her arms around Rob’s neck, letting her fingers gently twist in the hair at the back of his neck. She could feel her pulse racing; being with Rob was absolutely intoxicating. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted him. Rob could feel himself growing harder. It'd only been a few hours since she'd made him cum in the locker room, but the talent didn't seem lost. He lifted Rachael up onto his lap, letting her straddle his legs and get a good feel of his cock as it pressed up against her through his pants. The girl he'd thought was pretty much unattainable was giving in to him again, and this time it was more consensual in nature.Pulling back from her lips, Rob let his eyes meet hers for a moment. "I want you," he said simply in a whisper before he leaned forward and dragged his lips along her neck. Rob brought his hands to the bottom of Rachael's shirt, taking no time to lift it off of her, pulling back from her neck to allow for it to slip off easily, letting it drop to the floor. Rachael wanted him too. Oh, God, she wanted him. How was this even possible? Though they’d known each other practically their entire lives, until today, they’d barely acknowledged one another’s existence and had hardly exchanged more than a handful of words. She pushed such thoughts out of her head and concentrated on the incredible feelings coursing through her body. She straddled his legs, feeling his cock press up against the fabric of his pants. Rachael was sure that he could probably sense the damp warmth of her arousal between her own legs.She leaned back as Rob began tugging at the hem of her shirt, moving it easily up over her lithe, slender body. She raised her arms, making it easy for him to slide the garment up and off, tossing it carelessly to the floor beneath them. Rachael did the same, however with less finesse and more desire. She yanked Rob’s t-shirt over his head, her hands lightly caressing the fine muscles of his chest and shoulders. He had an incredible body, one that he seemed to hide under baggy sweatshirts and loose-fitting jeans. Rachael had seen his body once before in all its glory, and she hoped to see it again, this time as something personal shared just between the two of them.Her eyes locked on Rob’s as she moved her hands down to his belt, quickly undoing it and pulling it out of the belt loops of his jeans. He made no motions to stop her, and so she kept going, her hands reaching for the button and the zip on his jeans. Yes, she wanted to be sure she was making it perfectly clear to Rob. She wanted him. Bad. Rob could hardly believe the turn of events that had led them to this place. His hands moved to Rachael's back as she worked on his jeans. Unclasping her bra, he slid it down off of her shoulders to reveal her breasts to him. He delighted in the sight of her body again. She had the perfect cheerleader's body and he didn't want to hesitate in exploring it again.When she had his jeans properly undone, Rob lifted his hips so that she could slip them along with his boxers down with ease. He was rock hard for her again and he knew she had such a strong power over him just in that sense. His body responded to her in ways it hadn't with other girls and the sight of her topless in front of him seemed to get him even more worked up.Placing one hand on her breast, Rob weighed it in his hand and let her nipple play over his palm while he leaned forward and dragged his tongue over the other. He flicked his tongue over the underside and then took the nipple into his mouth, suckling softly. He slowly pulled back, knowing he needed her now more than ever. "God, I love your body," he whispered, sitting back on the couch a bit.He licked his lips as he looked her over again, so consumed by her it was like there was nothing else in the room besides the two of them. "Get naked for me, baby," he said softly, wanting to see that body in all its glory. He wanted to show her he was capable of pleasuring her even better than Blake had. It wasn't a competition but in some way he wanted to prove his competency to her. Rachael hadn’t had a second thought about Blake since his text message had interrupted their meal not too much earlier. She certainly hadn’t thought about Blake in the same way that she thought about Rob. When she looked at Rob, her eyes glowed with desire. She wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted another boy in her whole life. In Rachael’s mind, there was no need for a competition between Blake and Rob – Rob would clearly win every time, there was no doubt about it.When he urged her to get naked, Rachael didn’t think twice. She leaned back on the sofa and easily undid the button to her jeans, wiggling her hips so that the tight garment moved down her legs. She kicked them off, then hooked her thumbs through the elastic of her panties, tugging them down as well. She stood before Rob, completely naked, hugging her body a bit self-consciously, though she really had no reason to be. Rachael had an incredible body – prime physical condition, toned in the right places, curves where it mattered most. But she was still a bit shy, certainly not used to someone else seeing her naked.Rachael sat back down astride his lap, feeling his excitement press up against her inner thigh. She leaned forward, her naked breasts brushing against his bare chest. Rachael whispered in his ear as she began to nuzzle his neck. “Is it wrong how much I want you?” Rob had never really felt an intense connection with a girl before. He'd had relationships, but none of those really seemed to click in every facet. There was always some sort of glaring difference between he and a girlfriend that would make things uncomfortable and eventually lead to their breakup. He hardly had time to process what Rachael meant to him, but even as they got undressed, he felt like nothing could really sway him to feel differently about her.He watched her undress and even though he'd already seen her naked, the sight was still fresh and still a thing of beauty. She clearly took care of herself and managed to get in some workouts despite her commitment to academics.Their relationship was still in its beginning phases. A lot of things were still up in the air, especially concerning Blake. He was going to freak out when he found out the two of them were dating, but hopefully word wouldn't spread all that fast. It wasn't that he was ashamed to be with Rachael. He just didn't want their relationship to have a ripple effect and end in disaster because of hurt feelings and jealousy.When Rachael sat back down on his lap, Rob placed one hand on her waist and brought the other to his cock. Her words whispered in his ear just managed to turn him on even more. She had definitely forgave him for the locker room antics and now she was offering herself to him freely. "I don't think so. I want you just as bad," he said softly in response.Adjusting himself beneath her, Rob eased the head of his cock to her pussy. He refused to think about what happened earlier. He wasn't going to let Blake stand in the way of their time together. He entered this as if none of that happened and it paid off. Once the head of his cock was just barely penetrating Rachael, he placed both his hands on her hips and urged her downward so that nearly all of his cock filled her tight confines."Fuck," he breathed out, his head tilted back a bit as it rested against the back cushion of the couch. Guiding Rachael's movements with his hands on her hips, Rob thrust his own upward to give her more of his cock. She felt incredible and it seemed the longer he was inside of her, the more consumed he became by everything. He wrapped his hands around her body and grabbed her ass firmly, his eyes never leaving her face, loving to see the expressions of pleasure played out over it. Rachael trusted that her relationship with Rob would work out for the best, even if they had to play it cool around other people – especially Blake – for the time being. There were sure to be people that wouldn’t approve of their relationship: girls jealous that Rachael had managed to snag one of the school’s most popular, best looking guys, and guys sick with envy that Rob was the one to melt Rachael’s frosty exterior. And then there was Blake… Rob’s best friend. He would be the biggest obstacle, and one that Rachael herself wasn’t quite sure how to handle. She hoped that perhaps by ignoring him, the issue would die down. But she feared putting Rob in an awkward position to have to balance between his friendship with Blake and his relationship with Rachael. She would hate for him to have to make a choice, but if he did, she hoped that he would pick her.Rachael gasped as the head of Rob’s cock slid inside her. She swore he felt bigger, thicker than Blake had felt earlier in the evening. Perhaps it was the different position, or perhaps Rob really was bigger, more manly than his brutish best friend. He was certainly more gentle and patient than Blake had been. And it was different for Rachael because this time, she actually wanted it. She willingly parted her legs, and accepted Rob’s cock as he slid between her lips, groaning softly as his hands clutched at her hips, pressing her down on top of him.“Ooooh,” Rachael breathed heavily as Rob slid all the way inside her. Her thighs straddled Rob’s and she used her strong thigh muscles to lift her hips up away from Rob’s, only to slide right back down on him. “You feel soooo good,” she moaned. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, helping to balance her as she rocked her hips up and down on his cock. Beneath her, Rachael felt Rob’s hips thrusting up to meet hers, only adding to the pleasure building between her legs. She leaned forward to kiss him, her lips parting eagerly and her tongue sliding out to brush against Rob’s. She opened her eyes and stared deeply into his eyes as their bodies came together, again and again, and Rob pushed her closer and closer to climax. Rob hadn't really taken the time to get to know Rachael's body so intimately, but he was glad that he was getting the chance. She could've been a model and knowing she'd been a virgin and was now opening herself up to him was something he didn't take for granted. She felt incredible. Her pussy hugged his cock perfectly and with each movement of her body down on his shaft, Rob was sure to lift his hips to give her just a little more.The fact that Blake had been with her before him didn't tarnish anything. If anything, it made him more confident that he'd please her in ways Blake couldn't. Rob brought his hands back to Rachael's hips, guiding her movements as his upward thrusts become more powerful, wanting to give her every inch of his cock. The predicament they would find themselves in when they headed back to school probably should have taken precedence, but Rob literally couldn't get enough of Rachael.Rob could feel his shaft start throbbing inside of her depths in response to the tight vice-like grip she had on him. He'd been with his share of girls in the past, but none felt quite as good as she did. Maybe it was her inexperience or maybe it was just the genuine connection he felt with her, but he really was blown away by everything she did. With his body resting back against the couch, Rob looked up into Rachael's eyes. He wanted to see her face when he brought her to orgasm. "Cum for me, baby," he whispered. The trouble that was sure to come their way once they returned to school and Blake and the rest of their classmates found out that Rachael and Rob were now a couple was the furthest thing from Rachael’s mind at that moment. Her attention was focused completely and totally on Rob, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Even when she had been with Blake just hours earlier, she couldn’t keep her eyes off Rob, much to Blake’s annoyance.When Rob uttered those words… “Cum for me baby…” that was all the encouragement that Rachael needed to let go completely. Her body sank down onto his, her bare breasts pressed against his chest and her chin resting against his shoulder. Rachael moved her hips on top of his, as fast as she possibly could, feeling the intensity building. Her fingers clutched at the sofa cushions behind him, and she groaned loudly, feeling her muscles contract tightly around his shaft. Rachael looked up, staring straight into Rob’s eyes.“You feel sooo good,” she panted, not making any effort to try to contain her pleasure any longer. “Oooooohhhh….” She half-groaned, half squealed, her breath becoming more and more ragged as the thrusts from Rob’s hips drove him faster and deeper inside her. “Oh, Rob…. Rob…. ROB….ROB!!!” Rachael nearly screamed his name as he pushed her over the edge, her orgasm thumping hard through her entire body.As her pleasure began to subside, Rachael continued to move her hips in time with Rob’s, not wanting to deny him the pleasure he had just given to her. “Your turn,” she said to him, leaning in to kiss his neck gently. “Cum for me…” she whispered against his neck. Rob could feel Rachael's body tensing above him. He sensed she was close, her groans filling the room. With his hands clutching her ass, he continued meeting each of her movements, wanting to fill her with every inch of his cock. His body was responding as well, causing his shaft to throb deep within her.Her muscles contracted even tighter around his shaft, letting him know she was about to cum for him. Her near-scream as she came was music to his ears and it brought a slight smile to his face as she came down from her high. It was nice to know he could make her feel that way and experience something so intense.Rachael was so in tune with his feelings that as soon as she came, she turned her focus to him. He could feel his shaft throbbing even more wildly inside of her, precum already finding her depths. Her words were spoken so seductively as she kissed his neck that he felt a pleasing chill run up and down his spine, his body warming even more."Oh god, Rachael," Rob muttered, bringing his hands to her hips. He held her down so that she took every inch of him inside of her and soon after he exploded, feeling wave after wave of pleasure rush over him as he filled her. With a deep breath, he rested back on the couch, still clinging to her body, not wanting her to move from the position she was in. The two of them had experienced so much already and they'd only been together a day."Wow..." Rob breathed out, looking up at his new girlfriend. “Wow, indeed,” Rachael agreed. Rob’s hands around her body felt fantastic, more warm and comforting than anything she had ever experienced before in her young life. In the span of less than a day, Rob had gone from some guy she barely spoke to in any of her classes, to someone she physically couldn’t get enough of. Someone who was now her boyfriend. “That was incredible,” she murmured.Rachael didn’t want to move from her position on Rob’s lap, and was relieved that he didn’t seem to mind her staying on top of him. She glanced up at the clock… it was almost 9pm. Her father was out of town for the week, and her mother was working late, as usual. She normally came home between 10-11pm, so Rachael figured they had another hour or so together. She reached for the blanket on the back of the sofa and pulled it over them, cuddling even closer to Rob and laying her cheek against his bare chest.“I am just like…. wow,” Rachael tipped her chin up and smiled at him. “I don’t even know what to say,” she laughed. “This is all… so new to me,” she said. Rachael had never had a boyfriend before; she had spent so much time discouraging boys from looking at her, now that she had a boyfriend, she wasn’t quite sure what to do or say. This story is considered abandoned as of 3/12/2012. Rob had never really appreciated girls the right way. He'd had his share of girlfriends, but they seemed to always take a back burner to sports and time with friends. It had eventually brought an end to every relationship he'd ever been in, but with Rachael, it was different. He wasn't thinking about football or places he'd rather be. He was satisfied staying with her as long as she'd let him."I gotta say, Rachael...I never expected any of this. The way the day started, I thought things between us would have ended with us not even able to look one another in the eyes. It's just been really nice getting to know you. I wish I made a move sooner. You're great."He held her body against his, his hand working through her hair. Rob wasn't sure how much time they had left to spend together, but the last thing he wanted was to be caught naked on a couch by Rachael's parents. They were influential and affluent members of the community and Rob would've undoubtedly been made an example of."Are you expecting your parents back any time soon?" he asked softly. Rachael craned her neck and glanced at the clock on the cable box. It was getting late, close to 9 o’clock. Her parents were rarely home at night during the week; in fact, her father spent most of his nights on the road with clients, coming home late on Friday night and usually leaving before dawn on Monday morning. And her mother – as a corporate litigator, she often spent late nights in the “war room” with her team, planning and plotting the strategy for their latest trial.She shrugged her shoulders and nestled her body back against Rob’s. “I doubt it,” she said. “I mean, my mom will probably be home sometime tonight, but my dad is never around during the week, Rachael explained. “My mom won’t care that you’re here,” she said. “But maybe we should get dressed,” she grinned. “Just in case,” Rachael said as she reached for her shirt, sliding it over her narrow frame. She tossed Rob’s pants towards him and then reached for her own.Once they were dressed, Rachael settled back on the sofa, her legs over Rob’s, her body tucked up close to his. She looked up at him and smiled . “I never expected this either,” she admitted. “I… I… I don’t know,” she grinned. “You’re so much different than I thought you were,” Rachael told him “I wish I had gotten to know you earlier,” she agreed.“Are your parents expecting you any time?” Rachael asked. While she never really worried about things like curfew because her parents were never around to enforce it, she didn’t assume that other people her age had similar freedom. Discontinued due to inactivity.

Fall from Grace (Katydid77 and Legendary)

The mysterious quiz show(IC)

A big room in a mysterious place. there is no light other then near the walls with appear to be rounded with a big window running along the entire length of the room. there is no outside other then a strange ethereal glow that penetrates the windows. suddenly lights come on in the room. its a quaint looking lobby with chairs and sofas for people to sit on and tables. there is a desk behind the lobby area where a man sits he has light purple skin and has orange eyes, red hair. he is rather skinny and wears a black top had red cape and a black suit. he stands up and begins clapping his hands which are adorned by white silk gloves. "greetings one and all. you who are reading this are about to pit your characters into a game of my Creation. i am TheChaosK and i welcome thee. i believe its about time to bring in our first guests of the evening. once all the first guests arrive i will begin the game." with that the man took of his hat and bowed before snapping his fingers. as he did so a multitude of portals appeared throughout the room where the guests would enter from.One of the portals appeared above in the air as a great fireball came crashing down into the room with a mighty explosion. as the smoke cleared the figure of a woman appeared. she was tall and feminine in figure with a large bust, thin waist and wide hips. her skin was red and she had long flowing fluffy light pink hair. her bright yellow eyes glanced around the room as she had struck an extravagant pose upon her landing her arms outstretched above her head and her legs one in front of the other standing on one of the many tables. she had on a blue denim short jacket with a white mid-drift T-shirt underneath with just a golden $ on it there was white fluff along the color of the jacket. a matching denim miniskirt wrapped around her waist perfectly and hugged her hips nicely. Under the Skirt was semi-transparent thigh high white stockings with black high heel shoes. she put one of her hands infront of her mouth and began laughing "oh my it seems i came a bit to soon no one is here to see my grand entrance, such a pity." she crossed her arms under her breasts and huffed "so where am i anyway? i was in the middle of selling some great treasure to a valued suc- i mean customer when i was sucked into some strange portal.""oh my dear Kataranina i was here and i saw it all...well actually i was apart of it but that's beside the point i would NEVER steal a grand entrance from you. It was absolutely marvelous!" a very tall and lanky man stood on the floor behind the red woman. he was incredibly thin and his whole body was covered head to toe in bandages even his face was covered, not even his eyes were visible. he had a top hat on his head and wore a black tuxedo, dress pants and dress shoes. his hands were also covered in white silk gloves. he twirled a cane in his hand and appeared to look around the room moving his head from left to right. "i do say this place is empty perhaps we are early for some sort of party? oh i do enjoy a good party.""and greetings to our first two guests. don't worry you two everything will be explained in do time. for now why don't you both take a seat more guests will be arriving very shortly." the man just motioned to one of the many seats available to his guests. as both of the arrivals sat down.A short girl that looked like she could be from 14-16 walked out from one of the portals. she was short with peachy skin, she had long black hair tied into pigtails with skull berets. Her eyes were red and her pupils were shaped like tear drops. She had a black lolita style dress with a thick cloth strap around her stomach tied into a big bow in the back. she had a single black feather like wing on the left shoulder blade of her back her legs were covered by black and white thick striped stockings and black boots. "hmm... how did i get here?" she asked as she looked around a bit. The black wind suddenly burst into feathers as they came together into another form.The feathers that came off of the girl's back swirled around a bit before coming together into another form. The form stood behind the previous girl and appeared to be a girl itself. slightly taller then the other girl. she wore a black maid like outfit and looked as if she was at least 18. her hair was long, silky and silvery pink colored, her eyes were also red. her arms were uncovered and you could see this girl was actually a marionette. "it seems we have been transported to a different world Kori. most unfortunate as we were almost home.""Ah two more guests arrive. this is great now all we have to do is wait for the rest and the games...can begin!!!" The mysterious man said as he stood there clapping for the guests who have already arrived. Just as the first guest had been transported into the room, another suddenly popped in, though far less graceful. A 18 year old, though rather skinny and small for her age, fell butt-first onto a nearby table, letting out a startled yelp. Her long, simple red gown spread out on the table gracefully, though she wasn't so lucky to have such an entrance as her clothes. Blinking her large green eyes, she looked around, blowing a puff of blonde hair out of her face. "Uh.... Kaminai?... Lyles?... Anyone?" Her voice slowly grew more nervous when she finally noticed the others in the room. "Where... where am I? Junktown, Wasteland-13.04.21-- or 22--:Three rangers were about to go and meet with their crush-at least they hoped it. Everytime they go to this bar, they saw the girls and tried to make a move. Or, they played billiard instead. They even came here for some investigation but mostly for these girls or other women. It is interesting that these three spending their free time for nothing most of the time and they are working too much.When they came to the bar, Johnny kicked in and the door hit Ray and Paulie with high speed. After the whole team, I mean three inside, people in the bar turned to them and stared. Three rangers in their uniform. Some people got scared, some people just stared because others doing it, some stared to look who are they, some stared to learn their future enemy, and some stared to Johnny because he had Deputy star-temporary situation actually.After these three started to walk, every people they are passing returned to their business, and looked after their back. No one dared to ask their business, no one dared to make a slip. They knew these rangers here with the big iron on their hip. No one could mess with them, Johnny became fastest gun after a showdown duel with fastest gun. As you can see, Johnny is still alive.Johnny saw his dear love-not yet-at a corner with her friends. She had nice friends, Ray could hang with them. The problem was, the girl already rejected Johnny. So at the other corner, there was another nice girl Johnny already met before and she is acting like she likes Johnny. Either way, it was time for desicion. Or, they could play billiard, or better, they could stop avoiding Sheriff and go back to HQ, and do some work. But for now-doesn't matter which jobs they are assigned for today. The desicion does. Ray was about to talk to his female friends and Paulie was gonna make a joke about Johnny, and Johnny was going to make a joke about Paulie too at the same time. But, they heard something. Someone dared to make a slip...Johnny's reaction time was perfect, right after he heard angry footsteps, he took out his ranger six-shooter, turned to target, checked for weapons in target's hand, and pull the trigger. The man had a shotgun in his hands. Johnny did all of this in a second. Paulie and Ray pulled their six-shooters too and get in position. Three more rushed in bar with shotguns. Every ranger made one shot, every ranger hit one, every ranger killed one. Three more lying there-without moving. Rangers reloaded their guns-they fired at least one bullet and keeping the gun full-loaded is their habbit. Johnny decided to go and check for the one who rejected him, and started talking to Paulie at the same time:"So, heh. Who were they? I bet Criston's Gang.""Nah, they were raiders I think. Or the order may be? Anyways, you can win this fight, but you gonna lose the one, over there.""Fuck you, bitch. I'm gonna win her love soon, now shut the hell up and leave me alone."Ray interrupted this new-started argument:"Guys, the fuck is that, is that a portal?"They read and watch enough Sci-Fi to know portals. Paulie paid attention to it, while Johnny go there and hailed Jessica, tried to talk. But Paulie grabbed his arm, both girl and Johnny was shocked because of that large, grey-ish portal. Only three rangers knew it was a portal. Hell, the things in the wasteland can go tooo crazy sometimes. Paulie:"We can only have one chance to get in a portal dude, if it's a portal. Doesn't matter, we gonna get in there.""Dude? Really? DUDE?"Ray:"Just get in there. I'm first, no we all go together."Ray grabbed Johnny's left arm, and Paulie was still holding Johnny's right arm. Johnny looked at Jessica for last time:"What's my chance if I can come back?"She answered:"Same, but not as I told you."She looked down and smiled, Johnny knew it was a dead end. But the other two was still holding his arms. They made a countdown-everyone in the bar joined it:"3-2-1... GO!"They were fast even they were carrying heavy Johnny. They got in portal while running, and they found themselves in a room with some crazy dude with pink-ish skin, young girls and some other folks? They couldn't tell it, they weren't looking at people at first. They were looking at the place they are in. Johnny:"Parallel universe, Europe in our universe, somewhere in space or somewhere in space in parallel universe?"Paulie:"No goddamn idea. No, fuck."Ray:"At least Johnny has word from girl, so we know he will be sure we can go back."They all laughed, then they all take out their six-shooters and get together for any threat. Room has a window, but outside-if it can be called as outside-glowing like hell. And there are furnitures, they see a "casting couch" and laugh all together. That's where they gonna sit if here is safe. They don't say anything to any people in the room. Just holding their six-shooters and being extremly careful for every movement in this room. The click of a light switch was a swift prelude to the warm yellow light, filling the room. Iris kicked her shoes off, and with a small skip, she threw herself straight onto the sofa in the middle of the room, tossing her bag aside. "I wanna go north tomorrow." she proclaimed, stretching her arms above her head, and turning over, to support herself with her elbows. With a quick sideways flick of her head, she swept her long, soft blonde hair aside, out of her face. "So, did you like it, Bran?" Giving her brother a smile as sweet as honey, she turned to him, taking off the red sweatshirt that she wore, and hanging it over the sofa.Brandon, who, in the meantime, finished taking off and tidying up his gloves and hat, gave her a lax shrug. "It was an interesting experience. Not quite in my tastes, though." With his typical unimpressed grimace, the tall blond man hung his long coat in the corridor, and stretching like a cat, he came over to the sofa as well. Iris shifted aside, patting the cushions as if inviting him to sit - what Brandon promptly did, bending his head back in a shower of platinum blonde hair, tied by a red thread in the middle. "So tomorrow, you insist on taking a ship north and visiting Svalbard islands? It's cold there, you know." he gave her a challenging look of his chestnut eyes. She crossed her arms on her chest."And it will cost a lot." he remarked then."I have enough money on me. We're going." the girl countered him."There's nothing but polar bears and rocks in there." Brandon sighed deeply, sweeping his long bangs aside with his slim fingers."I want to take a photo with a polar bear!" she pounded her small fist into the cushions."And if it eats you? They aren't plush toys, Iris." he kept arguing."Iwantto go there! We're going there!" Standing up abruptly, and crossing her arms on her chest, across the shirt and soft woolen jumper that she wore, and she stomped off, into the bathroom.Bran rubbed the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh. Why did she want to go to that cold wasteland? There was nothing but rocks! How utterly boring. And it wascoldthere. He wasn't exactly pleased by the thought; what were they, characters in some medieval fantasy series to go freeze their bones into the northernmost north for no purpose whatsoever? Iris could be as stubborn as a mule sometimes.All of a sudden, he was broken from his thoughts by a loud, high pitched scream."BRAAAN! HELP ME!" his sister screamed. Something made a sound, not unlike a large object hitting the floor. He immediately leaped up, running towards the bathroom door, and burst straight in.There was no one inside. Instead, a large hole opened up in the tiles on the floor. It made a silent humming sound, and its edges were hazy; its center, though, was as black as night. Brandon's expression quickly changed from a bored, unexcited display of snobbish carelessness into a bewildered grimace. His sister! Where was Iris? She must have... Fallen in...He tossed a towel in. It... Disappeared in the hole, as if falling through black mist, and then vanishing completely. How amazing. He would sue the family, owning the resort, if he'd even as much as slightly damage the tight black jeans that he wore. And with those thoughts, he sneered at the hole in the ground, stepping in.He was falling. For a long while, he was falling, down, deeper and deeper through a black nothingness. Then, bright lights flashed underneath him - and he landed on a black sofa with a loud crash, his legs folding underneath him far less gracefully than he would have wished. For a moment, he was dazed by both confusion, and pain of the sudden fall; this room was completely unknown to him, and it didn't seem like anything else in the hotel. For once, it was far shabbier. And there were people... Nothing like what he had seen before. Was this some sort of a cosplay convention? If yes, then he was looking for the shortest way out.A pair of arms wrapped around him, and frightened bawling and sobbing, together with the warmth of someone's breath, came from behind him."Bran, where are we? I fell in... I fell in through the hole in the bathroom floor... Bran, Bran, are you even listening to me? Where are we? I'm afraid... Call... Call someone, I want to get out of here..." Iris cried in fear, but all that became distant to him at the sight of guns.He reached into his long black blazer, and within a moment sled off the sofa, pointing a large, heavy gun at anyone that dared to endanger and frighten Iris like that, a bewildered expression in his face. His chestnut eyes had a red glint to them as he eyed everyone over, taking a defensive stance and sneering at the men and women around him. "Back off. Everyone back off. Instantly. Or I fire a whole load of silver bullets into your head!" he burst out, his hands gripping the gun tightly, even as Iris covered in his shadow. Whatever was happening, he wasn't going to letanyonelay a hand on her! He'd shoot their brains out, straight into the wall!----"Yeah, yeah, sure. Let me just fetch the new print-out, mmkay? I've got it in my bag... Wait. No, my assistant has it!" Pointing a finger up, Naruhiko informed his audience - with a small, black-haired boy in the front - of his leaving, and pushed himself away, waving one gloved hand at the group of his fans standing around him. This convention was ablast. He never suspected he might find so many fans of the Thousand Blades grouped up in a single place; and he didn't think they'd all recognize him as Izumi-sensei that draws it... Though, as he thought back, it wasn't that difficult to recognize him - how many tall, purple-haired cosplayers of Kawakami Tsunayoshi with a stern assistant could you find on a single con? Not that many.He fastened the obi about his waist, searching for Tachibana-san, wherever the woman might have gone. He knew that she didn't like these sorts of things, but she was carrying all his signed print-outs of all the volumes of Thousand Blades of Seika Mashita!"Tachibana-saaan! Tachibana-san! I need your bag!" he called out across the whole place, but except for a few wary looks, he got no reply. He released a deep sigh, and went forwards, looking out for the slightest hint of pink hair and well-endowed assets. Without success. All he managed was to...Get lost.Again.He had no clue where he had gotten. Though, there was a door over there; he could just enter that door, right? Peeeeerhaps she was there. The chance was really slim, but...Reaching for the doorknob, he turned it, and pulled back. Nothing. He most likely had to push... Though, when he did so, nothing was behind the door. Only darkness. Maybe a light switch was further in the corridor - or room or whatever it was... He stepped in.And immediately realized that was a mistake. For a moment, he felt oddly light, as if floating in air; but then, a strong pull came, and he bent over, his eyes widening with surprise and horror. All of a sudden, he was hurled through a room, and bashed into a table side-first. It slammed the breath out of him, and he bowled over, his dark purple hair a mess around his head. What just happened? He wasn't even at the convention anymore, though some of those people looked like cosplayers. All of a sudden, he found himself full of fear - mainly because there were several guns pointing at him. Big guns. Scary guns.Realguns. His black-and-red samurai armor might have been an impressive piece of cosplay material, but it sure as hell wouldn't protect him from anything..."Ahaha... Ha... Hello..." he started, raising his hands in a posture that could mean only one thing - that he's yielding. "Good... Good afternoon... Now... Now if you'd excuse me... I'd... I'd make my leave..." Grinning nervously, he quickly realized - both from a gut feeling and the faces of the others - that they most likely don't understand Japanese, and his brain worked impressively hard to retrieve his not-that-shabby knowledge of English instead. "Hi... I... I got to... Take my leave now... I have... Manga to give out... And there's people waiting for me..."Turning on his heel, he meant to walk back into that odd hole; instead, though, he walked head-first into the wall.----New guns! New guns! F**k yeah! New guns... And with those, Yukio did a f**king good job, that much Yutaka had to admit as he looked his new weapons over. They were large, each weighing well over three kilograms, but for him, that much was nothing. Taking into account the size of the bullets those black monsters fired... It could tear straight through a car, through thick glass, and it could shoot the head off a man without issues. Now this was what he called a gun, oh glorious tools of chaos, anarchy, and public lawbreaking! He could already see them in action, and a sick, twisted grin appeared on his lips as he lifted them up. His little children, cherished and beloved. There was nothing Yutaka loved as much as he loved his weapons... Well, perhaps except for sake. Now that would be excellent, that was just what he needed to celebrate the acquisition of these two beauties. They'd sing for him soon enough.He made his way through the hideout, sliding both massive guns through his loose belt, and his gloved hands swept his silky black hair behind his ears. The room that held most of Scarlet Note's alcohol wasn't too far; gods knew that it was his second favorite place in the building. Though he was a lightweight, he didn't care much for the aftermath of the drinking. And grinning maliciously, he flung the door of the room open.However, there was something odd in it. A large, softly glowing hole. It alerted him; was this the work of some sort of monster? He shot everything that he sighted messing with his hideout... Well, he'd shoot this one, too. And to make sure, he'd get all of his weapons ready. He locked the door behind himself, rushing back up the stairs in his military boots pounding against the concrete; it was a good thing that the bottle storage was that near, for real.Throwing a short leather jacket over his bare shoulders, he made sure that he wouldn't enter again unprotected. He pinned a whole array of knives in leather sheaths to his belt, swung the reins that held his twin katanas over his muscular chest, securing them on his back, and, just to make sure that he'll be able to brutally massacre whatever bastard was lurking aroundhisalcohol storage, he grabbed one of his one-of-a-kind guns. Another of Yukio's glorious creations, it was a three-cannon blasting monster so heavy ordinary people would have issues with handling it. He considered it light, though his muscles bulged as he heaved it up. It could fire enough rounds to blast the brains out of an Oni within seconds, its accuracy was superior, and its firepower was massive. It was a collector's piece in black and silver. And just to make sure, he placed a nice few reserve rounds onto his belts - both for the twin guns, and the massive riffle.Armed up to the teeth, and with a bewildered grin on his face, he made his way back down. The door opened slowly underneath his hand. Strangely enough, nothing seemed to change since he left; that was odd. He didn't quite like it. At first, he moved closer to the strange shape. It didn't move; it was a blackness upon the wall that he could not identify, and it was unsettling as it were. Not willing to waste ammo on the large riffle, he swung that one over his shoulder, beside the katanas, and instead pulled out the black twins - the new ones. Time to test these beauties.They screamed with the sounds of bullets being released, and a few empty shells fell onto the floor; though, all the bullets merely disappeared in the blackness of the hole, and vanished without trace. He frowned. Not a good thing. Placing the guns back at his belt, he slowly, carefully unsheathed the black katanas. And all of a sudden, he leaped forth, towards the darkness, with the elegance of a panther making a semicircular strike.It achieved nothing. The blade sliced across the strange thing, and emerged back untouched. How... Incredibly odd. Well... If that was the case... He needed to get closer. It was nothing like anything he'd seen before; actually, it was closer to a computer-generated effect in a movie. He didn't like it in the slightest. But as toughly armed as he was, it could pose no threat to him, to the man that escaped his own death...His hand reached in.And he was dragged behind. A strong force pulled him into the hole, and all of a sudden he found himself plunging through. For a moment, there was darkness and nothing around him; then, light came, and he prepared himself for his landing. That was a good thing; he whirled in, and landed in an elegant turn across his shoulder, brushing the gun and the swords against the ground only ever so softly. Immediately, he straightened himself, standing up to his full height and examining his surroundings. This wasn't the hideout; it was either a hallucination caused by whatever he encountered in the hideout, or another part of Miyake district, most likely something underground. There was a lot of other people... Some armed... With guns.He did not hesitate to sheathe the blades and instantly reveal the twin guns, their hollow black mouths gaping at the men at his sides. He crossed his arms across his chest for protection, and backed up against the wall to cover his back. He was, after all, a veteran warrior; and he wasn't stupid to let anyone as much as threaten him. Anyone who'd try to would be a whole head smaller. MandagIt was dark. Really dark. Mandag had forgotten it got like that up here. Even though she was not very cold, she automatically pulled her hands inside the sleeves of her light pink sweater and hugged herself. The January winds had subsided, thankfully, or she suspected she would have been blown away like ash. Or blown out, like a candle. She shuddered again, this time at the idea of disappearing. What happened to candles when they were snuffed out, anyway? Where did the flame go?Busy with her thoughts of non-existent fire, the elverpige never noticed that the darkness a little way in front of her had become not so much the absence of light, as it was now more like a place where light outright disappeared. She did, however, notice the faint humming sound that crept through the air, and stopped mere inches before the strange patch of darkness. Could she go around? She tried, and succeeded. The humming darkness did not follow her. But Mandag was sick and tired of the endless, gravelly path, and really, it was just another black spot of a world in which she seemed to be the only thing that wasn't. Really, what could possibly happen? She tucked her long, silvery hair behind her ears and attempted to flatten her skirt. Maybe it lead nowhere, maybe it lead to a magnificent garden party. You never know in this world; the narrative is always changing, she thought as she took her last few steps on the gravel."...Well, it's not a garden party," she mumbled to herself, as the sound of her footsteps changed and everything flared into existence around her. Maybe I was where the snuffed out candles go before, and now I'm where the lit ones are. Someone certainly got lit, that's for sure.A variety of - people? - were standing around in the room. If the amount of guns present were any indication, most of them weren't feeling too relaxed about being here. Mandag had no such issue. This was not the first time she had been transported into a strange place. Especially two of those present seemed to be on edge. Mandag put on her friendliest smile - no teeth - and marched towards the pair of blondes she had spotted."Hello," she announced in a sing-song voice to the taller of them, who was currently pointing a gun of his own at - well, everyone. Mandag did not care in the least. Bullets couldn't harm her. "You don't seem too thrilled to be here. Are you all right?" she asked the girl hiding behind him. Abandoning the floor to hover a few inches above it instead, she peeked curiously down at her. "I don't think there's a reason to be afraid. Everything looks clean and comfortable, see?"JonathanWell, ain't that a kick in the head.Jonathan groaned as he picked himself up from the couch he had just fallen face-first into. The sight that greeted him made him wish he had been knocked out. Why were there so many guns? Where the Hell was this?! A minute ago, he had been standing in front of his grubby mirror as he did every morning, trying not to cut himself on the razor (as he did every morning). Then, poof, like something out of that story his mother had once told his sister, he had been sucked through the damn mirror and been unceremoniously dumped on his face, shaving cream, blood, baggy eyes and all - and in a place he had no idea how to describe except as "odd". Everything was white and strange and oh, dear God, where am I?!His heart pounded away as he grabbed the nearest pillow and wiped the remnants of his morning shave away. It stung a bit when it rubbed over the tiny cut on his cheek. Vividly aware that he was almost half-naked on account of it having been early morning in Los Angeles, Jonathan looked around the room to see if he would be lucky enough to not be the only one. To his outrage, he wasn't, but the only one who looked as if they might technically be wearing less clothes than him was a woman. She had bright red skin, too, but that seemed less important than her indecency. When did pants get that short?!With slow, deliberate movements, as far too many people were still waving guns around, Jonathan stood up and did the only thing that seemed reasonable - find the guy in charge. And in Jonathan's mind, that meant the suit. Even if this suit came with a bright red cape."Excuse me," he said once he'd reached him. "I don't mean to be rude, but would ya mind telling me what the Hell is going on here?!" ZalvrynA small thaumathurgic experiment lab. hoftmont outskirts"So you are sure this thing is perfectly safe?" Zalvryn asked the thaumathurge fiddling around at one of the many ludicrously complicated control panels of the enormous, complex device in front of him. The thauathurge looked up from his frantic typing on the device. "Yes I'm sure, the chance of something going wrong has been reduced to almost nothing. You can thank the selfless sacrifice of about a hundred tracker golems for that. But we still need to test this machine out on sentient subjects.Zalvryn sighed, how had he even got here? he had just been pulled aside by this thaumathurge that had somewhat forcefully invited him to be his guena pig. If it wasn't for the forcefield holding him, he would have simply shorted out the mage's devices with a quick abjuration and gone on his merry way. Regardless, he looked over the machine in front of him again. "What does it do anyway?" The thaumathurge looked deep in thought for a moment "you know.. I have no idea, I wanted to make an automated egg boiler and it just escalated from there" Zalvryn let out another worried sigh. Half of the time, when a thaumathurge gave an answer like that, it would likely result in an incident of town-destroying proportions."Well, the machine is ready for live testing" The thaumathurge said excitedly, flipping a big switch on the control panel in front of him. the machine sprung to life, eùitting several beeps and pings, with an occasional gout of steam escaping from the device's piping. "It doesn't look all that safe to be honest" The thaumathurge raised his head with a look of mild shock on his face. "You question my genius? Well sir, I'll have you know, the proper safety board of the thaumathurgic institute are a bunch of close-minded old men. It's perfectly safe to use an overclocked mutatio core projecting through an iter crystal! at least judging from my experiments." Whatever all that techno-babble meant, it probably meant this device did not respect the safety boards guidelines. Or possibly even the book of taboos, he wasn't sure.Before Zalvryn could ask another question though, the machine finished its charging sequence and zapped Zalvryn, for a moment, it felt like he was yanked all over the place while remaining perfectly still. And then, he found himself somewhere completely different. it was a room of some sorts. The windows showed nothing but ethereal mists, and a rahter unusual-looking man looked around expectantly. Furthermore, there were several other people in the room. All clothed in increasingly bizarre outfits. Zalvryn remembered the guidelines he had once learnt when being trapped in an alternate plane. It was always a good idea to follow the examples set by the plane's denizens. and so, Zalvryn quietly joined the others. He would normally object to being haphazardly seated somewhere like this, but it seemed best not to question the logic of this place, at least for the moment. The sound of the slammed door probably could have been heard through the whole block.“Christ, Sinclaire, that’s twice now!” A tall, middle-aged man shouted angrily at the blond man sitting across from his desk.“Excuse me?”“The evidence in the Jonas report.”“Oh… that… Look, I know, and I admitted it was a mistake,” Weston, who had been sitting leaned back in the chair until now, straightened up. “I even told Mark to retrace our steps. We’ll get it. You know damn well we will.” He was growing tired of this conversation, it made his head hurt. The only thing that seemed to be accomplished was going in a big circle. He had better things to do than sit around and argue, he was sure both of them did.The middle-aged man frowned. It was never a good sign when the man frowned, it meant he was about to say something Weston was not going to like. The man was evidently even more upset about the case than he’d originally thought. He braced himself for the worst. Hell, the man looked like he was about to tell Weston he didn’t have a job anymore.To his surprise, however, nothing like that happened.The middle-aged man sat back heavily against his chair, rubbing his temples, and said, “You know what, Sinclaire… Just… leave. Better yet, take the rest of the day off. I need to think about this.”Weston almost jumped out of his chair, “Pardon?”“You heard me. Now leave, before I change my mind.”Weston grinned and went to leave the office. As soon as the door was closed behind him, however, he noticed he was not in the office building he was use to. He was somewhere else entirely. There were people around, all looking just as confused as he was, some… a little more friendly than others, and not one of his coworkers were in sight. What was worse was, when he turned around to head back into his boss’s case, he noticed that there was no longer a door there behind him.“This is an interesting predicament I’ve found myself in,” Weston groaned, speaking his thoughts out loud. “I wonder if this is part of the case…” He was use to strange things happening, but not once had he come across something like this. It certainly was odd. Maybe it wasn’t even part of the case.So, he did what he would do in any situation.He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a silver lighter, and lit up. But he wasn’t without generosity. “Does anyone else want a cig?” He asked, glancing around the room. Hey, bringing out a cigarette in a crowd was like daring to bring out a pack of gum during class in high school after all. “Sharing is caring, you know, and it looks like we’re all going to be here for awhile,” He nodded to the people over on the couch, and then, with a grin, he held the pack out to them. “What about you? Would any of you like a cigarette?”---------------------------------------------It was sad how easy petty crime could be these days. Even though this city had a decently staffed police force, it was still not enough.Not that Thomas was complaining, of course. He loved how laid back things were around here. Being untouchable, having the freedom to do as he pleased, made his job that much easier. It’s been like this since as long as he could remember. Or maybe it was just because he was too good. Yeah, that had to be it. He was just so damned good at what he did, these doughnut eating fucks never suspected a thing.That was what he wanted to think anyway. Evidently, if he was so damned clever, he wouldn’t be on the run from them.Wanting to shake the heat as quickly as possible, Thomas took a sharp turn down an alley way. He jumped over a few boxes, pushed through some people that were standing around. A door opened, someone carrying more boxes stepped out. Thomas shoved the man out of the way and stepped inside. That was when something strange happened.“Well, well… I do not think we’re in Kansas anymore…” he muttered, taking in the strange, new surroundings. He was a little tense, perhaps feeling a little timid as well.The first thing he noticed, aside from the odd scenery, was that there were quite a few people gathered here. The second thing he noticed was, holy Hell, there was a lot of tension on here. Just about everyone looked terrified and had their fucking guns out; some people were just too terrified to move. It was highly entertaining to say the least.Thomas looked everyone over a second time, making a final assessment. “Woah, slow the fuck down there, hot shot. Did I walk into the middle of a fucking war or something? You all look like you’re about to have a heart attack,” he said facetiously. “Haven’t you ever seen a gathering of people before? Or are you compensating for something?” He looked over the one who looked armed to the teeth as he added the last bit. Then, he moved past them and went to find somewhere inconspicuous.Along the way, he looked to the people who were not as trigger-happy and said, “Now, these folk over here, they have some sense.” He made a gesture toward them, seemingly dismissive, yet acknowledging all the same. “Decent human beings, I tell you, man, oh man, what has this world come to? You could learn a thing or two from them.”Damn it. Was this one of those stupid social events or something? If so, not only was it weird, he wanted to know where the fuck the exit was and fast. He didn’t want to stick around any longer than he needed. All he had to do was stand around until the cops were off his tail, right? Then he would be home free. A R I NStay still, thewomansigned before her eyes dropped to her pad once more, charcoal scratching at the pad rested atop her lap. Warm, whiskey hues continued to bounce back and forth between model and paper, the only sound to be heard the sketching itself. There was no need for a table, preferring to be close to her art, to let the lines speak to the person. Tables made lines eerily perfect, in her eyes, creating a sharpness that no human form should possess, nor any for that matter. Not once had she attempted to draw on an easel, and tables went ignored. This was something she wanted to do as naturally as possible, just like she were still outside of Jackson Square, taking on requests…only this time, the request was her own, and the man she was sketching wasn’t a random customer that she’d picked up on the street, and she wasn’t outside attempting to draw in the tourists with her psychic talents.What’d started out as a terrible first impression and a nonchalant kidnapping to the middle of the bayou had turned into more. Arin had been adamantly opposed to talking to him, to even allowing herself to spare a thought on his egotistical ass after he’d blown up a statue and a tree based off of a vision she’d had and held no control over. She’d refused to acknowledge him after he’d tried to change his tune, playing the same trick he did with every other woman (or so she’d assumed; he seemed the type), and leaving him in the bayou to not be heard from again. …But another vision had brought the pair together, a vision that had turned into a piece of art that she put up at her first high-class showing, that had called him to her. His name in her mind, however fleeting and deep down the thought was buried had kept him around in the Big Easy, long enough to track her down and show up at her gallery. He’d even gone to the lengths of setting it up and serving her champagne as she’d warred with herself on the piece in question, assuring herself over and over that it wasn’t an abstract depiction of him in any way, shape or form. It was merely a storm, crashing down over a desert with a vague representation of lightning.Completely coincidental, Arin had told herself.But, there he was, speaking to her, apologizing and she still wouldn’t entertain the idea of even talking to him for a prolonged period of time. It took a healthy several glasses of champagne, an impromptu jaunt to a dive bar for something stronger, and a dinner to try and sober her up to get them talking and into a regular routine. That regular routine had ended up with him becoming her muse, a muse she was currently sketching after previously wishing he’d explode in one of his own backfired lightning bolts. Yet, here she was, using him as her inspiration and trying to draw him……Except that she had to keep pausing to tell him to stay still. Eventhatwasn’t working anymore, though, as he was turning around so that she couldn’t just sign at him as he couldn’t see it anymore. The pad of paper beside her, reserved for hastily-written notes, was thrown at him, along with the pencil ensnared in the spiral. That wasn’t enough, as all she earned with that was a look over his shoulder as he shifted into yet another pose. Standing up with an audible sigh, her pad was slammed down on her chair and she fairly stomped over. Her charcoal was tucked behind an ear, hands gripping his arms and turning him around a bit harsher than necessarily intended, but she was too focused at the moment, and his interruption was wasting valuable time in capturing the image she had in her head. She moved one of his arms slightly forward, the other a touch back, before focusing on his core. She turned his torso more toward the left, and forced him to pull one leg out just a fraction more. Then, her hands found themselves at his chin, standing on tiptoe as she tilted him ever-so-slightly to the side and fixed a piece of hair.Stepping back, she squinted at him and nodded. You move, and I will kill you. Somehow. So don’t,the mute signed, her face serious as she’d recaptured what she was attempting to draw before he started his routine of “the beach is that way!” and “I’m an Olympian! Look at my obvious pose!”.She settled in to her chair again, the charcoal pencil pulled from the back of her ear, and started in drawing once more. Watching him in her peripheral, her hand had shifted across the page, ready to further define his chest when everything went dark.That was the last thing she remembered before she was pulled.A vision. She was having a vision. The charcoal in her hand stilled as her eyes glazed over, unblinking as her gaze held on something unseen. In fact, her eyes were staring straight ahead, some smudging occurring as her hand retraced some of the lines she’d already made, but Arin was oblivious. She was oblivious to him, to her drawing, to the world around her.When she came to moments later, the world slowly filtered back in. It wasn’t anything familiar, from the sights to the sounds, the woman was out of sorts, more disoriented than she normally was when coming back into reality and out of the realm of divination. In her hands was clasped a vision, a vision of Mack, the room they’d only just been in mid shift. A distinct line separated the loft they’d been in from this new room, one filled with no face she recognized and a plethora of weapons drawn and at the ready. Voices filtered in, words flying faster than she could initially process, still in her very same chair, the sketch pad in a white-knuckle grip as her chest heaved. Eyes blinking, she glanced around, trying to take it all in and coming up empty.Worry set in, worry and confusion, as her attention shifted to Mack, the pad forcibly ripped from her hand before starting in on a long and rapid fire line of sign language in which only one section was repeated: WHERE THE HELL DID WE END UP?!M A K E D N O SIt was all fun and games until someone got hurt, or in his case, until he got her to get up and come over to him. The grin was on his face so clearly that he obviously had no plan to hide it, nor did he care to either. What mattered to him was the way she looked when she was frustrated, the small bit of charcoal that had been smudged on her cheek before she tucked it behind her ear. Had she not been so focused, he would have tried to get a kiss or two from her, but that could wait until she was done with him. So, as she brushed his hair back into place, her form on tiptoe before him, the grin left his lips and he became all “business.” There was a time for more fun later; there was always time for more fun later when one spent it with someone that you cared about.Instead of him in the mindset to continue being a bother to her, he allowed his mind to focus on what he could with her tomorrow. Maybe she would want to go for a walk in the bayou? Maybe take a trip to some new café? Anything really would be fine, but it was a matter of…His thoughts were stalled out by a change in the sound of the room. The sound of her sketching had changed and the way it changed made his stomach knot up in worry. Gaze now wholly focused on her, he noted that blank look, which had him, stride over to her to take a look at what she sketched.“That does not look like my chest at all…” he said as he pulled on his pants and stood beside her to wait for whatever was to come. Engulfed in a blackness that emptied them out into another…room? His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, to try and comfort her as she came out of her trance like state. The room was filled with people, of various origins he could tell easily though that hardly fazed him since he doubted any of them could defeat the son of Zeus let alone fight their way out of a paper bag; an incredibly wet one at that.I’m not sure. But we are together so there is that.he tried to comfort her, with a smile and though he would have preferred to just pull her into his arms and hold her close he instead remained where he stood encase one of the trigger happy folks wanted to start shooting. ATHANASEIt was moments like this that Athan treasured more than anything else in this new life. Evenings spent at home with just Aly and himself. The meal was cooked to perfection and for a bit of added fun, the Thralls had agreed to play as the wait staff that night. One of the rare moments when they would get an evening off and the city was not on the verge of some drastic end.His glass of champagne was raised in a toast, as he smiled over to her, “To an evening at home.”It was perfect; everything was perfect, even the sound of the glass as it clinked together was for all intents and purposes, perfect.BOOM!Then their front door was blown open and that perfection was shattered into so many pieces, much like the glasses they still held in their hands. A canister was thrown into the room, the metal sound as it bounced into the otherwise silent room drew the attention of all who had still yet to move from their spots. Smoke began to pour into the room from the canister and Athan flipped up the dinner table with a snarl while he growled to the thralls.“GET TO THE BEDROOM!” in just enough time to avoid a spray of bullets.“FOR THE ORDER!” a man who wielded an MP5 shouted as he stepped within the room, to let loose another volley of bullets. Behind the table Athan crouched with Aly, both rather annoyed with the fact that their evening had been interrupted.Without much said between them, he used his celerity to get behind the one who had announced himself. A hand at the back of his neck used to lift him easily from the ground and toss him threw one of the windows. Movement from behind him caused him to move closer to the now shattered window, a fanged smirk on his face as he watched the others file into the room. The equivalent of a lion’s roar left his lips before he charged into the fray, a few bullets hit him here and there, but the wounds were insignificant in the heat of the moment. Territorial to the point of being near insane, the man and the lion wanted to protect their mates and thus ignored what would have been a more reasonable approach to the moment.In the fray of the men who attacked, Athan tossed two like rag dolls a satisfied look of blood lust had taken over his features, which only grew as he snatched up a third. This one’s head was yanked to the side which allowed him to feed uninhibited. The taste of the hot blood as it rolled across his tongue caused him to lose focus for a moment, which afforded the last one to set the tile he had carried in with him. Once Athan was done, he shoved the lifeless body to the side and rushed to get the last one in sight, though the moment his foot touched down on that tile he found himself….not at home anymore.He snarled for a moment in frustration, his eyes frenzied while he looked about for Aly. “Where the…” the question was not even finished before he snarled yet again as just a final moment of annoyance before he stalked over to one of the windows. A white kerchief was taken from his suit pocket and used to wipe the blood free from his face. “Now, she gets to have fun without me…” he grumbled with a look over his shoulder at the others in the room. “And I get to be part of the lamest dick standoff…” another huff before he pressed his back against the window and looked back into the room. “Anyone know where we are?”ALYTo say that she was excited to get off of work was an understatement. Today was one of the days thatAlyhad more to look forward to than usual, because Athan had taken care of everything for dinner to the point that all she had to do was show up and be ready to be wined and dined. On the way home, she’d stopped off at one of the shops in the mall, picked up a dress and gotten her hair done. New shoes, new makeup, no expense was spared in making herself look presentable for Athan for their dinner date.The moment she crossed the threshold into their apartment, the smile on her lips broadened and she swore her heart started up all over again with excitement. Aeri came in and ushered her to her seat, Athan pushing it in behind her as Dominic came over with wine, pouring it into their glasses while Athan prepared a toast. Her thrall slid her a look, the grin one she’d have readily returned if she’d not been so entranced by what Athan had to say, her own glass lifted, clinking together with his.But, all good things must come to an end. In their case, it came to an end sooner than it should have as the Order made themselves known, a smoke bomb filling the room to the point of near blindness. The table was flipped, the glasses thrown and, after a shared look, they parted. Though she lacked the enhancement of celerity, her speed was enough to get to the back as Aeri and Dominic disappeared into the back room, leaving her free to bolt for her arsenal.And people thought I was paranoid for no reason,the woman thought, lip curled up in a snarl of annoyance as she took up the first knives she reached (some being tucked into her dress and one in her mouth while the rest remained in her hands), her figure skirting the perimeter.Like a shadow, she hugged the walls, her hand snaking out through the smoke to grab paladin after paladin, slicing their throats without so much as a batted eyelash. This wasn’t the neutral Aly, the Aly that everyone got on a daily basis. No, this was angry Aly, calculated Aly, the Aly that most didn’t see as she kept it in check. These paladins had brought it out, and there wasn’t an ounce of regret to be felt as body after body hit the floor.A stinging sensation resounded at her side, spreading out as she realized she was being shot at. Whirling around, she charged, her fangs extending as she let out a near feral sound, claws extending as her body collided with theirs. There were more shots ringing out, but she ignored them, fangs sinking into his neck and ripping his trachea free of its muscular prison. Throwing it to the side, she turned, blood coating the entirety of her chin, dripping down her neck and her chest, but it was the furthest thing from her mind.Something else had taken its place.Athan was gone. She couldn’t feel him anymore, her mind going on the alert as she scanned for the next available target. Spotting it some feet off, she grabbed up the gun the paladin beneath her had been shooting and charged him, only to find his clip was empty so she collided with him a second time.And everything went sideways.Their bodies collided with the floor and the sounds of gunfire, tactical calls and furniture being broken vanished. No longer could she hear Aerilyn in the back, rifling through her collection and screaming obscenities as she tried to help out while Dominic hunkered down. No longer was she in Harper Rock.With the Paladin hit hard by the butt of her elbow, disorienting him enough so that she could stand and take in her surroundings, her eyes found Athan and she let out a heavy sigh. “…We left Harper…and wound up in another standoff…Wonderful,” came an exasperated remark, as she felt the unlucky portal-jumper start to get up and try to take her down with him. Her foot kicked out, colliding with his jaw before her hand held out to Athan for the kerchief he’d been cleaning up with. “At least I brought lunch? We should be pretty well off for a while.”Then, after a brief pause, her lips quirked up in a knowing smile. “You missed some, by the way,” she pointed out, tapping her nose. “Just there.” As far as she was concerned, the rest of the participants didn’t exist until they had something productive to bring to the table.SheyeraThe afternoon had been fun and relaxed thus far for the couple with two rambunctious twins to deal with. The twins were two now and given their genetic makeup; this meant that they were not average by any means. Each had their own little personality and neither of them had them being anything buy tiny monsters to their parents and part time nanny. Still, these were moments that Shey treasured far more than she could ever put to words. With all that had happened in her life, moments like this were some that she never expected to have and not with such an unlikely person either.At the moment, her mate, her love, Dherris lay on his back in the middle of what would be considered the “living room” as he played with their children. Aria had run off to hide behind a piece of furniture, with only her tail visible as she waited for what would seem to be the perfect moment to pounce. Michael, on the other hand, had decided he would enjoy a nibble or two his father. At first, it was cute, downright adorable until he shifted into his wolf form and took another nibble at Dherri’s foot which elicited a loud yelp from the poor man.Who, was then promptly pounced on by his daughter with another grunt as some of the air was knocked from his lungs.“I think he wants something to nibble on,” Shey chuckled and pushed up onto her hands and knees from where she had been seated to crawl over to where he still laid. “I think I have a bone or something in the basement for him,” she said her face upside down in contrast to his own, which was somewhat covered by her hair that had fallen forward. A smiled played on her lips, before she leaned down and gave him a quick simple kiss. “I’ll be back in a sec, ok?” and pushed up before he could protest or distract her with another kiss.“Don’t let them eat him, while I’m gone. Ok?” she said to the Nanny who had come from the kitchen. She was fae, some kind of tree folk, with a kind heart, patient hand and a wicked righthook. Just what both of them wanted in regards to a caregiver for their children when they were not around.Bare feet traversed the hard wood floors and to the small door that led downstairs to the roughly hewn out basement that only served as a means of storage and very little else. The stairs creaked under her weight as she descended the steps; the light she had turned on at the stop of the steps flickered just as she neared the bottom. A groan of annoyance left her lips as she looked back at it, before she focused on the light that should have been one of the windows in there. After a few steps she realized it was something was not right, not right at all.“What the fuck?” she growled only to suddenly bang her leg into a couch and find herself in a room filled with…well filled with people she had no want nor desire to be around. “This is not a funny joke,” she grumbled aloud to no one in particular as she strode past them all and about the room as she sought out her family. “Dherris? Aria? Michael?” she said and continued to look about the room for her mate and children. Lucan Nascien Saffire Taliesin Adair Warian MaCeachthighearna---SaffireThe day wasn’t starting out as Saffire had expected. He woke up and it was almost mid-day. The light of the sun was already flooding the bedchamber. His head pounded mercilessly. A remnant of the feast the night before.Oh glory of joys, I get to meet with my father this morning.Saffire rolled over onto his back and glowered at the ceiling, through slitted eyes as the sunlight bite with barbed wires into his brain. He regarded the plain white ceiling for some time attempting to motivate his body out the bed and into the shower so he could make himself decent before his father found yet another reason to yell at him. Something the glaring pain in his head would not well tolerate. Lucky for him he kept some herbs with him whenever he traveled to Deorsh from his home in Dan Caillin. He always ended up either hung over or just simply with a headache due to his father and brother’s eternal bullshit.He was of course alone in his rooms. He had expected no less, having refused servants and slaves from his fathers retinue knowing that it would infuriate his father to no end. A small victory there, he couldn’t help the faint smile that curved his lips at these thoughts. Pushing himself up out of bed he knew better then to look for Brynnan here, he wouldn’t be here, it being mid-day and all he would be somewhere else. Without another thought Saffire finally forced himself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The cold stone floor biting into the skin of his feet and the cool air making him shiver even under the thick robe.After a quick cool shower Saffire dressed in his regular court garb. Something that would make his father less likely to strangle him on sight, or worse begin screeching at the top of his lungs. Saffire shuddered at the mere thought of the man’s screams adding to the pain in his skull.Herbshe said to himself in his head as a firm reminder to find those amongst the trunks that had been brought to Deorsh for the birthing-day-feast -celebration. Dressing in a simple pair of black pants, a loose-fitting white shirt and leather bracers that laced up across his arms capturing the sleeves of the white shirt and securing it tightly to his forearms so he could put his vambraces on. The vambraces themselves were fine peices worked in silver intricately carved with thick spikes that could be used to sharpen a blade and decorated with dragon scroll-working. Tied to his arms with thick leathers straps. Once done he pulled on his sturdy leather boots, swung the thick wolf pelt cloak he fastened with two clips to his shirt leaving his throat exposed so the amulet there was visible.The amulet, the only necklace Saffire ever wore, was a treasure that he thought of every day. It was six large metal plates intricately carved with arcane like symbols on either side of a large oval which held a pure black amethyst stone held in place in an intricately worked silver, brass and copper weaving that looked more like intricate vines then anything else. The bottom of the stone held his families crest. It shone in all it’s intricate details like blood beneath a fine layer of black ice. Saffire slid his sword into the sheath on his belt and added his twin daggers to the mix. Picking up the four rings he always wore so they would glitter on his fingers. One of them was the thick signet ring that his father had given him when he’d been only five years old. The ring he had kept through all the years of war.As soon as he walked out of his bathroom with the intent to go find his father and his herbs the whole world turned to white.Descan’s going to be pissed,was the last thought he had before he found himself in the last place he’d ever expected to end up. The first thought he had was,I’m dead,quickly followed by,Oh like hell!Anger and fear mix in his ice blue eyes, the only crack in his otherwise completely stoic mask of indifference, one he’s perfected since he was a mere child. His posture is rigid and regal, indignation riding hard on the heals of fear eradicating the emotion.This can’t be happening, I must be dreaming. Or poisoned. Geraint I will get you back for this!He thinks as he surveys the surrounding that will not register within his mind. Things too strange to name. Things that defy logic in his world. That defy his reality and shatter his minds ability to comprehend just what is going on.He runs his hand through his short white hair. His eyes scanning the crowd. His back straight. Head held high. The clothing he wears shows the clear definitions of muscles beneath, display the warriors physique under the princes bearing. The dark black Kohl that outlines his eyes cause the blue fire within them to sparkle like twin sapphires in the dime light. Everything is too much to take in for him, too strange. He hasn’t even had breakfast yet. It’s too early for this shit.”What the hell is this?”is all he says glaring at everyone. Standing still, uncertain. It’s clear from both the tone of his voice, which holds an imperial edge of command, and the rigid posture of his body that he is ready to throw a tantrum if that will make this make more sense.”Whatever magic you have wrought I demand you send me back at once! DO you KNOW who I am? Do you know what you’ve done! There will be grave consequences!”Saffire didn’t care that his voice was raised, or that his temper was getting the better of the normally calm man. He was done with games. He had no clue what was going on, but it was all too strange for him. To many perfectly strange folks who he had neither the desire nor the ability to know or comprehend their origins and this place was unlike anything he’d ever witnessed. It was just strange. Beyond reason, beyond understanding and he would not remain! The hostility alone in the room was enough to make Saffire uneasy. He rested his hand on his swords hilt, but would not draw unless attacked though with the amount of weapons drawn in this room, and the clear hostility of those all around him Saffire wondered if there would be a fight. Some of the weapons and words being bantered around were as strange and unknown to him the he could hardly wrap his mind around them.A few looked as nervous as he felt, but he would not count those as less of a threat. The were all so unknown to him. So alien. So strange. He was worried. Scared even.Fain Akarianious---Code Name: DarkAngelFain was just about to begin getting out of the intricate battle armor used by the Tearsia when he noticed a stranger. His helmet was already off and held under his arm, but the Aridian male didn’t care. He was long since disavowed from his ancestry and had long sense stopped caring that he was clearly recognizable as a member of the Aridian elite class. Who gave a blood snot anyways. To hell with the Oarkds and their blood rules. To hell with the alliance and it’s Coalition. They could all burn. Starting with whoever pissed him off now.Fain was wounded from the last battle. It was his own damned fault, but he really didn’t think that made anything better. As he waited for this new annoyance to approach him his mind swam back to the battle moments before...Their ship landed on the edges of the city itself. Hidden by scanners that blocked the other ships circling the planet from noticing them. Hell yah it was good to be a pirate some days. Fain and his three companions, Lashia, Roguian and Shina strode from their ship with the easy grace of stalking pray. Lashia was tall, lithe and beautiful for a semi-humanoid-Rignian female. She had long tentacled legs that ended in little spikes. A thing light build with large assets and her arms were covered in natural scaled armor. Her eyes were strangely human. Her face was a pale milky white and held an almost child like appearance to it. Young, and clearly a half-breed. That’s why she had been cast out and become a member of Fain’s team. Roguian was a Mortian male. Thick, short and with way too much hair. Large beady black eyes and an almost black complexion. He only came up to Fain’s thigh. THIS however wasn’t all that odd seeing as Fain was a giant at 7’8” even among the Aridian’s Fain was tall. Shina was human, all of 5 nothing with long wispy blond hair, vibrant green eyes and a build like an athlete on steroids. All lean hard muscle. Each of them had a hard dark past that had caused them to seek life as an outcast rather then life as an active member of society. It was that past that tied them to Fain. Regardless they were Fain’s family and he cared for each one in his own way. The air was thick with cordite and ash. The sounds of blasters, bombs and regular guns rang through the air making conversation all but impossible. Without their helmets the combination of fumes, ash and smoke would have had them coughing and their eyes tearing up even before they reach the battle. Everything was awash in a strange cacophony of flashing bright orange and reds. Nothing looked quite right. This was so typical of a battle that Fain didn’t even think twice as he tossed two granados into the fray. Barked out ”Find Aliariana, get her clear and back to the ship,” and then dived into the fray blasters held ready and firing on anyone who turned at him.Their mission was simple Aliariana was trapped in the third building in the central wing of the compound. Go in, extract her and get out. Only it didn’t go that way. They went in blasters firing, taking out more then their fair share of the enemy. Got all the way to the central wing of the compound, when they were ambushed. Everything happened so fast Fain barely had time to catch it all. What had been a clear room moments before with Aliariana standing in the shadows crouched by the chair was suddenly filled with warriors weapons aimed and firing. They al reacted quickly. Fain threw himself to the left into a roll and the shot caught him in the left side opening up a large slice across his ribs. Lashia wasn’t so lucky and had barely begun to move when the shot caught her right in the chest. Fain only had a moment to see her fall in a spray of purple blood before he was forced to run or die. Rolling to his feet he took off. Roguian had survived unscathed and pulled Shina to safety. The wound across Shina’s thigh made it impossible for her to walk. Fain had grabbed Aliariana and thrown her at Roguian screaming for him to get her to safety. He’d shielded them into a retreat.The rest had happened so fast he’d barely caught any of it. Even in memory he couldn’t see it clearly. Blood, pain, loss, it was all that he remembered. Yet here they were Roguian tending Shina in the infirmary of their ship. Aliariana safely locked in guest quarters and a stranger on his way up the ramp. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He just opened his mouth to speak out to the stranger who was a few feet from the edge of the entrance ramp when suddenly the world turned black and he wound up falling.He landed in a low crouch in a room full of people and aliens and in a foul mood to boot, without a single weapon on hand. That brought out a low growl from his throat. He rose from his crouch and ignored them all walked over to a chair and sank down in it.”Fuck this shit, I’m too damned tired and this is way to kriken weird for me. You want to shoot me take a number and suck on some space ash, the rest of the galaxy is looking to do the same so your not all that special kitten.”and with those acerbic words he shut his eyes and didn’t give a rats ass what anyone in this room thought, because hey hallucinations can’t kill yah right? Clearly this must be a hallucination... because that’s the only thing that made sense. Still wearing that red tinged black battle suit that showed off his build, whit his long bone white hair worn in dreadlocks to the middle of his back his vibrantly glowing neon blue eyes slit like a snakes set in a face that was bony and handsome all at once. Fain looked more like a menacing ghost then a man from any world around. His skin was pale white and appeared to glow slightly in contrast to the black of his suit. “I think he wants something to nibble on,” Shey chuckled and pushed up onto her hands and knees from where she had been seated to crawl over to where he still laid. “I think I have a bone or something in the basement for him,” she said her face upside down in contrast to his own, which was somewhat covered by her hair that had fallen forward. A smiled played on her lips, before she leaned down and gave him a quick simple kiss. “I’ll be back in a sec, ok?” and pushed up before he could protest or distract her with another kiss.“Sure, you take the easy job,” Dherris teased Shey with a smile. “I'll do my best to keep the little beasts at -oooff!” He was going to say 'at bay' but that was the moment Aria decided to bounce around on his chest a bit.Dherris decided he needed to counter attack before Aria could cause more trouble (or her brother got a strong hold of his toes), and went into a immediate tickle attack on the poor little girl. While the tiny tot giggled and squirmed in futility, Dherris gently guided her back to the floor though always being mindful of her little wings. Unlike her brother, Aria did not have any shifting abilities developed just yet for hiding her wings or tail and the wings are especially sensitive as her father knows well.Of course with his father's attention focused on the little demonness, Michael had ample opportunity to prepare his next big a attack and sank his fangs into Dherris' tail when he least expected it. Dherris let out a hissing exhale as he held back the urge to yell, jump, or curse at the pain the 'adorable' beast unleashed upon him. Luckily for him, the Nanny swooped in and picked the pup up away from his father's tail though he was reluctant to let go.Aria went crawling after the Nanny in chase of her brother while Dherris nursed the pain in his tail until he realized something was off. Shey had been gone not too long but the link they shared felt... off, almost muddled and not like she was trying to block him. Their link, forged in demonic blood and bond by their promises to one another, allowed them to feel each other and share thoughts... and occasionally peek into the mind of the other. It was a constant they had shared almost since they day they became mates but to have it go cloudy perhaps even somewhat disconnected was not a normal sensation.“I think Shey has run into a little trouble downstairs and needs a hand,” Dherris said to the Fae as he got to his feet before adding in a slight tease, “Do mind his teeth.” He knew he was slightly leaving her out to dry but something was really off and he would make sure to make it up to her when they got back.On his way to the cellar, he stopped into the kitchen where the gorgeous blonde that was the family 'pet' was washing dishes. “I need you to help the Nanny entertain the kids while Shey and myself are busy, Jane,” He told the woman, using her name on one of the rare occasions she ever hears it anymore. She simply gave a respectful nod and went to the living room without a word.With the kids finally in good hands, Dherris carefully worked his way down the basement steps as the faulty light cast flickering shadows into the cavern below. “Everything all right, Shey?” he called down only to be met by silence, furthering his growing concern... only to have the concern quickly turn to confusion as he found himself in large room with various other people.His crismon eyes idly scanned the over the congregation of people before turning his head slightly to glance over his shoulder to the now nonexistent stairway. He turn back to the room and fixed his eyes on Shey, “Just grabbing 'a bone or something',eh?” he teased and then directed his attention to the crowd. “So I have one critical question here: are you all overdressed or am I a little under dressed?” the incubus asked in good humor as he stood there in just his jeans since comfortable shirts that worked for both winged and wingless forms were hard to come by.

The mysterious quiz show(IC)

Always You [( Gravik & Moirae )]

( The notion settled warm and welcomed over Emma Thomas as she watched the earth expand beneath her. The small dots and vague lines drew into lush mountains, neighborhoods and paved roads as the plane descended from the sky. Even a decade ever since her mother had taken them away she felt the serenity that claimed her as no other place had -- and she hadn't even set foot on the ground yet. She was still trying to convince her fiancee that they should move here; Emma could only hope he'd fall in love with Middlebury as much she had.She couldn't believe it'd taken her this long to come back. Always she'd wanted to come back and see -- no, live -- with her father. Yet, after her parents divorced just days after her thirteenth birthday, her mother had seen to taking them as far away as possible. They'd ended up on the opposite coast and from that point on it was only too easy for her mother to come up with excuse after excuse in keeping her away, even sometimes going so far as to purposely take family vacations when her father happened to be coming into the area.More, leaving Middlebury had also meant leaving behind Matt. Even now the thought of him had her sneaking open a peek into her wallet, to catch a glimpse of the last photo he'd sent her. A soft smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. Ten years, thousands of letters, phone calls and emails, and more recently hundreds of text messages later, they were finally going to see each other again. It didn't matter that they'd shared everything about their lives over the years; intimate knowledge hadn't replaced a physical presence, one she'd found sincerely lacking over the years.How was he going to react to James? A slight worry wiggled into her as the flight attendant announced they would be docking in just a few minutes. She hoped Matt liked him -- it was more important than she realized that her fiancee was approved of by her best friend. They would have less than a month to get to know each other before the wedding. Would the first impressions be enough? Nerves skittered down her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps as the plane came to an eased stop.There wasn't time to worry about that now. After ten years she was about to see him again. His last text had said he'd be here waiting for her. It'd been her idea for him to pick her up at the airport, even though her father had offered. It was Matt she wanted -- no, needed -- to see first. Ten years was too long of a wait. Emma's nerves were literally jumping out of her skin, however, when she rose from the seat. Hastily her hands went to smooth the long, silky brunette tresses and she glanced down to ensure the pale green, crushed cotton summer dress was smoothed over her slender form.Behind the others she shuffled out of the plane, her knuckles nearly white from her strong grip on the strap of her shoulder bag. More she felt the coil tighten in her stomach; excitement was warring now with her nerves as the line of people finally broke free of the enclosed bridge that brought them into the terminal. With her breath caught in her throat, she rose on her tip toes and looked for him. Emma Thomas. That name had been ringing through Matt's mind for the past ten years. The first thing that came to his mind when he thought of that name, was his best friend. His best friend since...it seemed like forever. He'd known Emma is whole life, but the two had been separated at age thirteen, and hadn't seen one another since then. The two had managed to stay in contact though, whether it be through letters, talking on the phone, or more recently, through text messages. the one thing that had always bugged Matt though, was the fact that they never got to actually see one another. That had always been the hardest part. Of course they'd sent pictures to the other, but that just wasn't enough. Matt had kept all the pictures she had sent him over the past ten years. He had one in his wallet that he looked at every day, and the rest were either hanging up, or some place else he could easily access them. Though he knew when he saw her again, the pictures wouldn't do justice...Also, it sure didn't help that Matt had secretly been crushing on Emma ever since the second grade. He could still remember the first time they'd kissed in fourth grade. Ahh, those were good days. But then middle school had come and she had had to move away with her mother. But now, after ten years, the two were finally going to see each other again. Matt was incredibly excited. He couldn't wait to see his best friend. See just how much she'd changed over the years. But he was also slightly nervous. He didn't really know why, it was his best friend after all. Emma had been the one person he had never been nervous around. The one person he could talk about anything with. And that they had done, many many times.Matt had made an effort to get to the airport as early as he could, as the traffic had been terrible that day. It had taken him almost an hour to get to the airport, when it usually only took him around twenty minutes from where he lived. He was still living in an apartment - right in the middle of downtown. It was close to university when he was still going to school, as well as everything else downtown was within walking distance. It had been the perfect place, and still was, so he had no need to have bought a house to himself. Not yet at least.The parking at the airport had also been another difficult task. He had been lucky to find a spot, even though the parking lot was huge. Grumbling slightly after some idiot almost backed into his car, Matt opened his door and got out. Pushing the button on his keychain, there was a quick beeping noise as the Audi A4 sedan locked behind him. Matt glanced down at his watch and sighed, seeing that Emma's flight should be here any time. After a couple more minutes, he was finally inside the airport, heading straight up towards the terminal. He made his way through the throng of people. This was the most crowded he'd seen the airport in a long time. After looking around for a few minutes, he finally laid eyes on Emma. Grinning, he made his way over towards her, seeing her back was still to him. When he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind then leaned in, "Ten years..next time we aren't waiting that long," he murmured, a wide smile spread across his face. The moment she felt his arms around her waist she knew it was him. For a second she did nothing but let herself absorb the feeling of him, a wide smile tugging up her soft mouth; her eyes briefly closed as she squeezed his forearms. Then she turned, allowing her arms to circle around him as she did so and looked up, the delight shining in her eyes."Matt! It's really you!"Emma's breath caught as she hugged him close, her lips pressing into his cheek."I can't believe it! I know, I know, you said you'd be here, but sometimes things happen and you could have been in an accident or something equally horrible. It's just so good to see you, I can't believe..."Realizing she was on the brink of rambling, an effect of the nerves that refused to settle, she caught herself with a soft blush and slowly began to loosen her hold -- only to realize she didn't want to."We better not wait ten years again, one decade is quite enough."There was so much she wanted to tell him -- about James, about her, about the flight, the man with the funny hat she'd seen at the previous terminal. Yet when she tipped her head back and looked at him, all she found she could do was simply take in every visible inch of him. She couldn't help herself from lifting a hand to trail her fingers along his cheek, mesmerized by the touch. They'd been devoid of any physical touch for ten years, wanting to do so now only made sense to her.Finally a sigh of contentment exhaled and once more she pressed her face into his shoulder as her arms tightened."Oh, Matt, it's justso good to see you -- really see you," she murmured. It was then she slowly drew her arms away, though slid a hand down to squeeze and claim his, a wide smile wreathing over her features. She could have stayed there for hours simply hugging him, but they were in the middle of an airport and she could think of a hundred different -- better -- places for them to be in."Come on, they should have the luggage rolling out by now. Please tell me you don't have any other plans for the next few days, and please say you haven't made plans for tonight so you can come dinner with me. Really, I'm just intending on monopolizing your time,"she said, the grin only brightening. The smile on Matt's face widened when he felt Emma squeezing his forearms before she turned around in his embrace to wrap her arms around him. He felt his heart race a little when her lips made contact with his cheek, only causing him to wrap his arms tighter around her waist. it had been ten years since he had last been able to hug her, to hold her in his arms. But now he finally could again. "It's been forever!" he said, kissing her left cheek, then her right one. Ten years sure had been a long time. Far too long to go without seeing your best friend. The person you'd grown up with. Just seeing Emma gain made Matt realize just how much he had missed her. There was just so much for them to talk about.As soon as she tipped her head back, he let his eyes lock onto hers, taking a deep breath as he did. She'd gone from a pretty little thirteen year old girl, go a stunningly gorgeous young woman. He then let his eyes move up and down her figure, taking in as much of her as he could from their embrace. "None of those pictures you sent me did you any justice. I can't believe it. You've gone from a little teenage girl, to a stunning young woman." Matt smiled again when he felt her fingers trailing along his cheek."It's so good to see you too. I've missed you..so much," he said in a soft tone, tightening his arms around her once against when he pressed her face into his shoulder. When she finally started to pull away, Matt was already missing having his arms around her. He reluctantly pulled his arms away, then smiled as he gave her hand a soft squeeze. But then again, they were in an airport after all, and there were so many better places they could be.He gave her hand another soft squeeze, then nodded. "Well, as soon as you told me you were coming back, I freed up my schedule," he grinned as they began to walk down towards the baggage claim area. "DInner sounds good. Wherever you want, we'll go." He gave her hand another squeeze. "Monopolizing my time, huh? Well, i don't have a problem with that." He grinned again."When is James flying in?" He asked. Matt had heard she was engaged, but he had yet to meet the guy she was engaged to. He remembered when she had told him she was getting married. He had felt as if his heart had sunk to the ground, and he still somewhat felt that way. Maybe if she hadn't had to move away, then perhaps Emma and Matt would be getting married. "Buffet, please. I'll be starving by tonight!"Emma's usual appetite hadn't diminished over the years it seemed, though she retained her slender figure. It'd been one more thing her mother had found fault with her daughter as she hadn't been blessed with quite a metabolism. Already she was slipping her other hand into her pocket, digging out a small Andes mint and slipping it into her mouth before adjusting her shoulder strap. They'd been a splurge purchase in the last airport; James didn't quite approve of her sweet tooth and she'd been trying to limit herself over the past month."You're going to love James, I just know it,"she gushed after a moment and smiled widely up to him, squeezing his hand once more."He's thirty, an investment banker, just promoted to a senior executive. He was a little surprised to get the promotion so soon. We met when he hired the firm to design his new office. One day we were talking carpet swatches and the next he was asking me out to dinner. It was so Doris Day and Tony Randall in Pillow Talk, minus the lack of chemistry and Rock Hudson."Emma finished with a slight laugh and caught her lower lip between her teeth."Maybe you two could go golfing when he gets here? A week, by the way. He arrives next Sunday on the morning flight. We're meeting Priest Henry on Monday, so we thought it best if he came to service on Sunday. Speaking of which..."Here she exhaled and drew to a pause as they reached the baggage claim. Her flight hadn't yet released the bags, giving them a couple more minutes. Moistening her lips she turned her head and flicked her eyes back up to him, hope shining through."I know you two haven't even met yet, but you're my best friend, Matt... Would you be one of his ushers? I can't really ask you to be a bridesmaid and put you in a dress, and having you in my wedding is so important. James already said he'd be thrilled over it. So, what do you say?" Matt grinned, then nodded. "Buffet sounds perfect!" he replied. It sure did sound good, the thought of eating as much as he could possibly want. After all, Matt hadn't been to a buffet in..he couldn't even remember the last time. Even though there were quite a few good buffets, ranging from Chinese, to American cuisine. Glancing over, he saw her slip the mint into her mouth, causing a small laugh from him. "Still got the same 'ol appetite, huh?" he gave her hand a soft squeeze. "Wait till we get back to my place, I've got a huge bag of chocolates I need help with.When she mentioned that he was going to love James, he sure hoped he did. Last thing he wanted was for her to be married to some asshole. The guy would have to be perfect in every way if he were to get Matt's approval. Thirty, an investment banker, and senior executive. Just from the sound of it, the guy had enough money to last him several lifetimes. Matt chuckled and smiled to her, "Sounds like a good guy so far. Just as long as you're happy." That's all Matt wanted, was for her to be happy."Golfing, huh? Well, I'm a little rusty. i think the last time I went golfing was.." he paused for a moment to think. "Like a year ago." Golfing had been somewhat of a past time for Matt, though when he were in college, he hadn't really had a whole lot of time. He'd played one year on his high school golf team, but then quit junior year to play baseball again. He was happy to hear they had until next Sunday before James arrived. That should give them enough time to catch up on all the things from the past ten years.Matt smiled, then turned to Emma, taking her other hand in his, giving both of them a squeeze. "I'd love to be one of the ushers..though you did say I looked pretty good in a dress," he chuckled again, recalling the time she had dressed him up in one of her dresses when they were in grade school. "Oh, thank you!"Releasing his hands she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him close, happily pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth."Now everything isperfect -- just perfect."Yet, even as she said those words, she felt a tug thatsomething wasn't perfect. What it was she couldn't define as with his agreement everything she could imagine had fallen into place. What could possibly be wrong?Determinedly she pushed the thoughts from her mind, refusing to let anything spoil today. She'd come home. Matt was here. She was getting married. There were hundreds of reasons to be happy, not a one to bring her down even a notch. Quietly she exhaled as she half turned away from him, her eyes flickering to the luggage center. Its light had begun to flash, signaling the incoming spew of baggage."I remember that dress. You did look rather fetching in daisy yellow!"Softly she laughed, her eyes twinkling."Now, since you know the area better than James and any of his other ushers, he'll definitely need your help with the bachelor party. Matt, promise me no more than two strippers."The last had her smile growing even wider despite her vain attempts to be somber."I know, I know. Strippers are the essential element of any great bachelor's party, but try to limit them if it's a private party. Please. And no pictures! Those memories can firmly stay in my future husband's mind."Emma thought she was being rather open about the whole bachelor party and absolute acceptance that there would likely be strippers. After all, she intended on attending an actual club with her girlfriends where there would be male strippers galore. Why deny James the same right to enjoy his last night of 'freedom'?A moment later she released his hand as she skipped forward to claim her two cases, two very large black leather suitcases that had pink and black checkered scarves tied to the handles. She managed to heft them off with only a slight difficulty, but all too predictably sent a pleading glance over her shoulder to Matt. Cutely biting her lower lip she nudged one of the heavy suitcases toward him. Both were wheeled, but judging from the weight (she'd paid a hefty fee for them to fly), it'd be rather comical seeing her managing both."Come on, strong man. I'm staying at the Hilton. Dad offered me to stay with him, but..."Here she blushed as she dragged the suitcase behind her, briefly debating if she really needed to have packed this much. Somehow she always managed to over pack. Always."After ten years it'd be a little too odd, ya know?"She sucked in a breath as they left the terminal and she waited for him to lead the rest of the way. Matt let his eyes slowly trail along and up Emma's figure, a smile creasing his features once again. It seemed like ever since he'd heard she was coming back home, he'd been smiling. When she threw her arms around his neck, he smiled, then let his arms wrap around her waist, holding her in a tight embrace once again. He could easily hold Emma in his arms all day long, no doubt about it. Then he felt a slight tingling sensation shoot through his body as he felt her soft lips against the corner of his mouth. Everything perfect. Well, almost everything was perfect. All except one thing. The fact that Emma was getting married. "Anything for you sweetheart," he murmured, smiling again as he hugged her to him once more before letting his arms fall back.Matt was just happy that she was here, and that they would be able to spend time together once again. Glancing over, he saw the luggage spilling down. "Daisy yellow..that's right. And speak of which, I think I have a picture of that lying around somewhere," he said, laughing. He could remember that day clearly, not just because Emma had dressed him up in one of her dresses, but that he'd actually kissed her for the first time. He let that thought linger in his mind for a moment before pushing it away. "Bachelor party..the best part about a wedding," Matt grinned to her. Holding his hand out as he faked it as a clipboard, he made a checking motion. "No more than 12 strippers. Check." he winked. "And no pictures?!? What fun is that if we can't record the events of an awesome night?"He squeezed her hand once before she skipped off to claim her bags. When she returned and nudged him, Matt smiled then reached over to take both of them from her. "Jeeze, what do you have in here?" He chuckled, tugging both suitcases after them as they made their way out of the airport. "The Hilton..hmm, that's like five blocks from my place," He nodded and smiled as he lead Emma out to the parking lot where he had parked. Once they reached the red Audi, Matt stopped by the trunk then reached for his keys to unlock the car. He loaded one suitcase in the trunk, then the other in the back seat. "If you'd have brought any more, you would've had to leave it behind!" he said, shutting the door and grinning as he walked around the car to open the passenger door for Emma. Softly she laughed as her head tilted and she let her mouth briefly pass over his cheek."I only brought half my wardrobe,"she teased as she slid into the car. There were millions of things she had to do in the weeks coming up to the wedding. She had just four weeks before she and James would be taking their vows. Four weeks until she became Mrs. James Nunley. Emma Nunley. The name sounded so foreign and strange.Her seat belt fastened, she smiled over to him as he took them away from the airport."Five blocks? That's fantastic. You pick the buffet. I don't care what it is as long as there's hordes of food and dessert. Tell me, what's your apartment like? Are you dating anyone? Who are you going to bring to the wedding? Oh! That reminds me, you'll likely be paired with my cousin Virginia. Do you remember her? She only visited a couple times before the move, lots of red hair, freckles. Don't worry, she's not a man eater. In fact, I'm fairly convinced she has a fondness for ladies."As she spoke she reached over to take his hand, gently squeezing with affectionate."Food first, then we can lug me to the hotel? I'm starting to feel the rumblings of my stomach."She slipped out another mint from her purse, offered one up to him, letting the chocolate hover just a whisper away from his mouth."Besides, then we can get wine and you could always sack out on the couch if you'd like." Matt smiled affectionately when he felt Emma's lips lightly graze over her cheek. He did the same in return. Leaning in, he lightly pressed his lips to her right cheek, only, he wished he were kissing her on the lips. He'd wished that ever since the second grade, and more recently, when the two had shared their first kiss at age twelve, right before Emma had moved away with her mother. "only half?" He chuckled and smiled. Once she was seated in the car, he shut the door and walked around to get in the drivers side. After buckling his seat belt, they were off. He stopped to pay the small fee, then drove off and out of the airport area.Glancing over, he smiled to Emma again. "Mhm. And there's a new buffet that just opened a couple of weeks ago. And that's why I'm in the place I am...it's close to everything," He said, flashing her a grin as they drove a long. "And nope. Not dating anyone right now. Just got out of something about a month ago," He shrugged. the only person he everreallywanted to date, was the woman sitting next to him. But, now that she was getting married, it didn't look that was ever going to happen."Virginia.." He thought for a moment then nodded. "Mhm, I somewhat remember her." He said, glancing over to see the mint hovering by his mouth. Grinning, he leaned over and snatched it up in his mouth. "Wine and a couch sounds like a perfect combination." After a few more minutes of driving, Matt stopped the car in a somewhat crowded parking lot, a light flashing in the new, bustling building. "Here we are.." He said as the car shut off. Getting out, he walked around to open the passenger door for Emma, then held his hand out to her. "Well, if you do want to bring someone -- as a date -- to the wedding, just let me know.Ooh. Wait. Do you remember Liz? I think I wrote about her a few times during college, maybe included her in a picture or two. She's a little taller than me, black hair, green eyes. Pretty as a button. She's one of my Bridesmaids and I think you two would get along great!"Already the wheels in Emma's head were turning. She couldn't fathom only one of them enjoying a relationship high. If that meant helping him find his Miss Right, then that's what it would take.Almost impishly she grinned as her hand slid into his and they made their way into the restaurant. Despite the several mints she'd eaten since the airport, Emma felt her stomach growling with anticipation as they were greeted by the various scents of food. Warmly she smiled at the hostess who showed them to their table and after taking their drink orders left them to their own devices as the other milling patrons had been. Emma didn't hesitate, barely pausing to tuck her purse under the seat, before striking out to view of the buffet offerings.In less than five minutes she had her plate filled and was expertly juggling a small bowl of their clam chowder back to the table. She was already planning on a second plate, but for now the food and figure before her claimed her focus. Once Matt rejoined her, she smiled up to him, working her way slowly through the chowder."Mmm. Food. My stomach loves you right now. So, any good gossip that I've missed? How are classes going?" "Bring someone as a date..hmm..and yeah, I think I remember her. You did send couple of pictures of you that she was in as well" Matt thought for a moment and smiled when she mentioned Liz. Matt remembered hearing about her a couple of times in a couple of letters that Emma had sent him. Perhaps he still had one of the pictures in his wallet. She sure was pretty, though she had nothing on Emma. But then again, no girl did. After taking her hand, he gave it a soft squeeze and grinned as they started to walk towards the restaurant. Once they got to the door, Matt reached over to pull the door open, letting Emma go in first. Matt followed after her, and soon the two were greeted by one of the hostesses. Matt could feel his stomach growling as well, reminding him he hadn't eaten since morning. But now that they were at a buffet, he would be able to eat as much as he possibly wanted.The tantilizing aroma of all the different foods met his nose as soon as they stepped in. The hostess led the two of them over to a table. Grinning, Matt watched as Emma hurried over to the buffet. Matt followed after her, grabbing a plate. And in no time, he had it piled full of delicious food. Once the two were back at the table, Matt immediately took a large bite of food before responding to Emma. "Ehh, nothing too exciting, really You know how it s around here," Matt chuckled and smiled at Emma. "But classes are going good. Just glad its summer time now, so I'm only taking one class right now. How about you? All finished up with school?" Matt asked, smiling again before taking another bite of delicious food. "Mmhmm! All finished! I had an offer from the design firm I'd been interning at for the past year, but..." She trailed off as she savored a spoonful of chowder. Under the table with her legs comfortably crossed, one foot lightly dangled and swung slowly back and forth with habit. "I ended up turning them down after the proposal. Aside from wanting to run my own firm, and put all those pesky business classes to use, I'm really hoping James is going to love it here."In her mind she could picture it clearly, she and James settling down here in Middlebury, opening up their businesses and setting down their roots. There was no where else she really wanted to live, especially after being gone for such a long time. She didn't want anymore separation between her, Matt or her dad. Especially Matt. While James was aware of her fondness for the place, she hadn't yet voiced the desire to live there -- though, it was coming. She'd already started hinting at it and so far she hadn't seen any ruffled feathers, only light amusement. But, was amusement good or bad? That was what she couldn't answer.The empty chowder bowl was gently nudged aside before she began to nibble from the selections on her plate. "Since, well, I think it'd be great if we lived down here. Don't you think?" Matt took another large bite of his burger, his eyes still intently focused on Emma as she talked. "That's good. One more semester and I'm done," he said. Matt was quite relieved he only had one more semester of school left, then he would be done, finishing with a business major himself. "You'll do great, whatever you do. I just know it," he said with a grin, giving her foot a nudge underneath the table. "After all, it doesn't seem to matter what you do. It always turns out great." With that said, Matt picked his burger back up, then took another large bite. The buffet seemed to have most anything you could imagine, from burgers, to salad, to shrimp and other see food, and best of all, an ice cream bar for dessert. By the time they left, Matt will have eaten enough food to last a normal person a whole week."Guess we'll have something else in common as well," Matt said, referring to the business classes. Business had seemed like a safe thing to major in, though the classes sure did get boring at times. "Of course I do." Matt grinned. Of course he would love it if Emma moved back to Middlebury. He'd sure missed her all those long years she had been gone, and it would be nice to have her back. "I think ten years away from her is plenty," he added, finishing off his burger. "Definitely plenty long," And with that, Matt stood up, "Be right back," He winked to Emma, then headed over to the food bar. It wasn;t long before he turned with a cup full of clam chowder, setting it down in front of Emma. "You look hungry," he said with a grin spreading across his face. Matt sat himself back down, then began to munch on the other things on his plate. French fries, shrimp, chicken, deep fried vegetables were just a few of the things stacked high on his plate. Grateful eyes lifted to Matt when he returned with a second bowl of chowder for her. "I'm always hungry." Half of her heavily piled plate was already cleared. Her mother had often remarked with alarm, and perhaps a dash of jealously, at how much -- and often -- her daughter could eat without seemingly gaining a pound. Emma never complained considering her love of food -- she did, however, think it wise she hadn't become a chef or baker, knowing so little would actually reach her customer."So what are your plans after college? You haven't told me yet. Going for another degree? Open a business? Help me with mine?" The latter suggestion came out teasingly, her foot rocking under the table just enough to gently nudge his. "You'd be so adorable working in a design firm. I can just see you conferencing about draperies and wall coverings. Ooh. Almost like Designing Women!" Emma's eyes were glowing now as she thought of it, and she had to softly laugh just to break the spell. "In all seriousness, if you do plan on opening a business, depending on what it is we could manage to rent a building for the both of us. Then I won't have to walk far to convince you to take me to lunch!"With a wink she bobbed up from the table, her plate and soup bowl both now empty, and she went to fill her plate for a second serving. A minutes later she returned, her fresh plate piled with a different variety than before, and a couple of brownies tucked onto the side. She sank down with a happy sigh, tucking one leg underneath her and bent on continuing to enjoy their lunch together. Matt grinned to her again as he watched her eat. "Mm, you've always had an appetite. Even when we were little kinds you'd out eat everyone else," he teased playfully. He then picked his fork back up and began to take a few more bites of the delicious food, finishing off his piece of baked chicken. "You know...you could be one of those professional eaters. Perhaps set a new record," He said with a grin and wink. Matt loved being able to playfully tease her. But there was something that was slightly bothering him. The fact that she was getting married. His Emma was getting married...."Oh you know. I was thinking I'd start up my own lingerie clothing line," he said with a grin whilst taking a bite of one of the pieces of deep fried shrimp. Of course, he was just joking. "On a serious note, though, I'm still trying to decide. I could probably manage to squeeze in the time to help out my best friend with her business," He grinned to her, then gently nudged her foot back. "Oh yes...would you like that in pink, or dark purple?" he replied, playing with her as she mentioned him being like designing women. "I think I could manage taking you to lunch. It just can't cost more than a dollar. Good thing there's a large handful of McDonald's around," Matt teased her again, giving her foot another nudge before he bounded off to refill her plate with.Once Emma returned, Matt had worked his plate down quite a bit. "Too bad these places don't let you carry out," he said, his mouth half full with another bite of chicken. He then eyed the brownies on Emma's plate, then with a grin, reached over and snatched one, "Mm, thanks for bringing me a brownie," he winked "Hey!"Softly she laughed as she eyed him and her brownie ruefully, quickly leaning over to snatch a bite off the corner before he could."I see some things don't change -- still stealing my sweets."Yet, her tone reflected just how much she'd missed that and wouldn't have changed it for the world. More than content, she picked at her plate, finishing off portions here and there and saving her brownie, tucked out of his reach, for last. For a moment she'd debated going for a couple cookies, then inwardly shook her head when she remembered the "gift" basket her dad had mentioned sending over to the hotel.Pushing her plate to the side, she cast a glance over to his to see if anything was left and felt a surge of impatient delight to see it cleaned off. Impatient because there was quite suddenly too many people around. Impatient because all she wanted was to curl up with him and let the past ten years dissolve throughout the night."Come on,"she said and reached over to tug his hand."I'll call up for some wine at the hotel and you can tell me all about this lingerie clothing line. You know, that might not be a bad idea -- aren't guys a great insight for that. I also fully support the idea of the male half accompanying on lingerie buying splurges."The last she said with an impish grin as she rose from the table, giving another tug to his hand to lead them out. Matt grinned over at Emma, "Well, you got two, so I figured one of them was for me," he shrugged, then took another small bite of the brownie, savoring the flavor slowly, almost as if to taunt her teasingly. He watched as she tucked her other brownie out of his reach, "And plus, wouldn't want you to eat too many sweets," he replied, nudging her foot with his underneath the table. Matt then set the half eaten brownie back on his plate then began to work at the other food still there, finishing off the last piece of chicken, then the remaining vegetables until the plate was scraped clean. He set his fork down on the plate, then picked the brownie back up, finishing it off in no time. "Though you should have gotten a couple more," he grinned over at her.Matt looked over Emma's shoulder, seeing that there was now a line starting to form for the buffet. The two had arrived just in time, as they hadn't had to wait in line at all. When she tugged at his hand, Matt smiled, then stood up, pushing his chair in before giving her a hand a squeeze as they walked up to the counter to pay. Matt let Emma's hand drop for a moment as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. He then handed the cashier his debit card, then once he got int back, slipped his wallet back into his pocket. "Wine sounds good right now," He smiled then reached for her hand again. The cashier smiled to the two affectionately, obviously thinking they were a couple.Once they were out the door, Matt chuckled, "Sounds like a plan," he said with a roll of his eyes, smiling as he replied to her comment about the lingerie clothing line. Throughout Emma's hand easily and gently twined with his, her smile soft, warmth and mostly focused on Matt. She leaned into him casually when they stopped, and even when they walked, letting her hip playfully nudge into his here and there. She couldn't believe how just wonderful and natural it felt being with Matt, as if the years of distance between them had never existed -- it was just as she'd dreamed of. The smile never left her as they returned to the car and eventually maneuvered back into traffic.She was quite happy when the drive to the hotel only took ten minutes, mostly delayed by the bad luck of hitting almost red light on the way. The suite she'd reserved for the next month had cost a pretty penny, but she was hoping it'd be worth it -- she'd crave her own space while she was here and being confined to just one small room wouldn't do. Throughout the quick drive she made a few remarks about the subtle changes in scenery; her eyes lit up with clear delight when she saw a glimpse of the boardwalk improvements. Although having an inkling she wouldn't have to ask anyway about her bags, she leaned over to Matt when they'd pulled up to a stop and gave the corner of his mouth a quick, friendly kiss and turned doe-like eyes up to him."Grab my bags and I'll go check in real quick? And if you're really nice to me, I'll even order up some chocolate covered strawberries."More, they both knew, to satisfy her own sweet tooth. If she woke up without a hang over after tonight's wine for her morning run she was going to be very pleasantly surprised. With a quick grin, and a kiss to his cheek, Emma ducked out of the car and headed for the hotel's entrance. Within five minutes of approaching the desk she had the young man behind the counter charmed and was fairly sure she was well on her way of wiggling a free upgrade into the deal. Matt smiled, then nudged Emma back with his hip as he let his hand free from hers so that he could drape an arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to him as they walked towards his car. Things seemed like they were back to normal again, as if EMma had never left for ten years and they had been together all along. It was just like old times - back when they were younger. After a short walk, the two arrived at his car. Matt opened up the passenger door and helped Emma in before getting in the drivers side. After starting the car, he backed out of the parking spot, and they were off to the hotel,. which wasn't too far away.A short drive later, roughly ten minutes to be exact, and they were at the hotel. As soon as he shut the engine off, Matt could feel Emma's lips against the side of his mouth. Glancing over, he smiled to her, seeing her doe-like eyed expression as she looked up at him. Just that alone almost made him lean over to kiss her, but he refrained, then watched her climb out of the car. He soon followed after, then walked around to the trunk. "Of course, Madam," Matt replied, bowing slightly before her in a teasing manner. He stood back up then grinned to her as he grabbed her bags from the trunk, then locked the car before soon following Emma into the hotel, where he saw her talking with the desk clerk.Matt walked over to where Emma was, then leaned in a little to whisper something in her ear, "I think they have a hot tub," he murmured, giving her cheek a soft kiss before pulling away. He smiled to the man behind the desk as he waited for Emma to finish checking in to her room. Emma's grin only widened when Matt came up beside her, a soft blush creeping up her cheek from his comment and the brief kiss. She missed the flash of pained jealously that went through the clerk's eyes, he having been easily caught up in the friendly charm she'd nearly assaulted him with. Still, he smiled when he handed her the card keys to her suite and continued with the upgrade. After all, she was rather cute and the smile was all too infectious. Besides, she could always end up leaving a great comment card and according to his boss, great comment cards were a golden ticket some days.A couple minutes later, her check in card signed and her credit card only slightly wincing when he swiped it, she turned with a smile to Matt."Room 712,"she said as she guided them toward the nearby elevators. The lobby was well appointed, charming with its touches of elegance."And yes, it has a hot tub. The very nice clerk upgraded me from a regular suite to a queen suite. Apparently that means I got a hot tub, plus an extra big bed, free breakfast in the restaurant -- boy, they're going to regret that one -- and some other goodies."She chattered on easily, looping her arm through Matt's as they stepped into the elevator and rode it up, unaware of the fond impression they were giving to the older couple behind them."I ordered up a bottle of red and a bottle of white, though I'll be darned of what. They sounded good from the wine menu. And yes, strawberries. Oh hey, maybe they have movies we can rent. Nothing scary, though. I don't want to wake you up in the middle night from me screaming. The last scary movie I saw was The Blair Witch project; I haven't gone camping since."Playfully she winked up at him as the elevator dinged for their floor and she lead them out into the hallway. Much to her delight, there were only a handful of doors on either side of the hall. She led them halfway down before she found the room, gaining entrance a seconds later after a successful swipe of the key card.The room she led them into was spacious, the small entryway giving way to a modestly appointed living room, doorways leading off from the left and the right. The hot tub she saw immediately, taking up space in the far corner and raised up on a tiered platform. There was, she noted, plenty of space for candles, wine bottles and glasses, and more than enough room for at least four. Closer sat a comfortable sectional and a nearby chaise, a glass counter coffee table nestled in the middle. Against the next wall sat a small bar, next to the currently closed entertainment center, and a few feet from a gleaming desk and padded chair. A quick peek told her the bedroom and its attached balcony were to the right, and to the left the generous bathroom and large walk in shower. She noted the gift baskets on the table, one from the hotel and the other from her father; apparently the staff moved quicker than anticipated."Wow! This is wonderful,"she gushed as she moved in, holding the door open long enough for Matt to come in with the luggage."Just toss those anywhere, I can unpack later."The door had barely closed before a knock sounded a second later, heralding the arrival of the room service she'd ordered. A minute later she closed it again, shaking her head with slight amusement as she wheeled in the service tray. Matt smiled once more to the clerk working at the front desk. It seemed like he was a little taken aback, as if EMma's charm had definitely worked. He obviously looked at the two as if they were a couple. When Emma finished at the front desk and led him over towards the elevator, he chuckled, giving her hand a squeeze, "Quite the charmer you've turned into," he said with a grin. "I don't think it has to do with the fact that you're drop dead gorgeous, and every guy falls for your smile," MAtt winked and nudged her hip with his. Of course, the drop dead gorgeous part was true. Emma had to be the most beautiful girl - young woman, he had laid eyes on.The two then stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind them. "A hot tub...and free breakfast? Sounds perfect," he grinned, then smiled when she looked her arm through his. "How could they regret giving something to such a cute little girl," Matt winked again then let his free hand move up to gently squeeze her cheek. Soon enough, the door dinged and slid open as it got to their floor. Matt smiled to the older couple behind them before Emma and him made their way out of the elevator then halfway down the hallway to where their room was. After swiping the card, Matt then followed Emma inside, glancing around the room as soon as he stepped foot inside of the spacious room."Wow.." he whistled, then turned to Emma. "You sure know how to convince a guy for a good upgrade," he grinned as he playfully teased her again. Matt took another glance around the room, spotting the hot tub over in the corner. he then set Emma's bags down just as someone knocked on the door. HE turned and saw a service cart get wheeled in with wine and other goodies. Matt smiled and thanked the service lady before the door shut again. "They're sure fast around here," he said, making his way more into the room. he took a peek into the large bedroom, then into the bathroom, spotting the large walk in shower. "Wow, room for the both of us in there," he said teasingly. Matt came back out of the bathroom, then leaned against the doorway, his eyes on Emma. "I do think we need to watch a scary movie," he raised an eye brow and smiled to her. "And definitely take a hot tub.." It was amazing all the things they could do just in the confines of the spacious hotel room. Softly she laughed as she kicked off her sandals and tossed her purse onto the nearby arm chair, trying not to let her lightly freckled cheeks redden with his casual compliment. The room certainly was impressive, she silently agreed and turned to ease the cork out of one of the bottles -- choosing the red, opting to keep the white later for when the strawberry craving kicked in -- and poured them each a glass. While her open friendliness was always genuine, she blushed in quiet admittance at knowing just how and when to use it to her advantage. Often enough people just couldn't resist a smile and warm comment. Carrying both glasses with her, she crossed over to him, her toes curling in delight at the plush carpeting."Mmm, I don't know if I'd trust you to wash my back,"she teased back, smiling and lifting the glass up to him. Once accepted, she tipped her own glass back for a small sip, letting the taste settle comfortably on her tongue before she swallowed slowly."And no, absolutely no scary movies. My morning run will be bad enough if I don't have a hang over, and after tonight's indulgences,"said with a guilty flush,"I'll definitely need to kick my butt tomorrow. Maybe scrounge up a tennis partner instead of a run, see if I can kick my dad's butt yet."Emma silenced herself with another drink of the wine, her hand falling down to claim his free one and she gave it a little tug."Lurking in doorways is not conducive to cuddling."With a wink she stepped backward, her hand curled around his to lead them toward the sofa, making a quick detour to grab the bottle of wine."Besides, I'm wondering how much wine and convincing it'd take to get a shoulder massage out of you,"she said as she lowered down onto the thick cushions, sliding one bare leg under her and letting the crinkled cotton of her empire waist summer dress tuck and shift around her curves and limbs; the other leg she left dangling, her toes idly curling in the carpet. The bottle of wine was left on the coffee table within safe but reachable distance."I'm guessing two glasses and you'll break down in the hot tub, which... if we don't try, all my natural charm would have been for nothing." Matt smiled to Emma once again before he slipped his shoes off. He watched as she chose the red wine, and he was slightly glad she did. Although he didn't mind white wine, he was more a fan of the red stuff. It just seemed to have a better taste to him. He watched as she crossed over to him, wine glasses in hand. He took one from her then gave her a toast before taking a small sip."Why wouldn't you trust me to wash your back? Afraid I'd rub to hard?" He grinned to her, teasing her back once again. Of course, the thought of Emma naked with water cascading down her lovely body hadn't entered his mind until now. It was just a quick thought and he quickly brushed it away. He took another sip of his wine, then felt Emma tugging his hand, leading him over to where the sofa was at. Across from the sofa on the wall sat a big screen, flat paneled television that was at least 52". "Wow, we really did score. Perfect for watching that scary movie on," He winked and nudged Emma."And lurking in the doorway is very conductive to cuddling. All you would have to do is come lean against me," he gave her another wink before watching her settle herself on the couch. Matt couldn't help but let his eyes wander up and down her lovely figure for a moment. "A shoulder massage? And what might I get in return?" He smiled warmly to Emma before seating himself down on the cushion next to her, his free arm going to drape around her shoulders a he reached for the remote which was sitting on the coffee table."Only two glasses of wine? It'll take more than that to get me drunk sweetheart. But maybe by the end of the bottle" He said with a grin, hugging Emma against him as he flipped the tv on. They were definitely going to have to try out the hot tub, and soon. It would surely be quite enjoyable, and even better, he was going to get to see Emma in a two piece. It had been over ten years since he'd last seen her in a swim suit, and she had filled out a lot and grown up in the past ten years. "Well, I don't think it'll take you two glasses to get drunk -- just enough to give in to me and my cute demands,"she said with a grin tugging on her lips. Easily she fit into the side of his body, her body shaping to his as if they'd been cut from the same mold, and slid her outside leg out to stretch over his lap. Against his shoulder she laid her head, though angled it so that she could still sweep her eyes up and take at least part of him into view."And in return... Mmm. Well, I could offer you a massage in exchange, but I rather suck at giving those. The last time I tried I ended up scratching more than massaging, apparently. So... my undying gratitude? Or, if you're really sweet, I'll even let you name yours."She paused to drink, savoring the rich flavor of the wine and sinking into contentment of the drink and his presence. It felt so wonderful to simply cuddle into him, her body silently rejoicing at the feel of his firm body against hers and the warmth of the arm around her. Curled into him, she didn't feel the ache in her heart or the pangs of loneliness that often came whenever she thought of him; since she'd arrived she'd felt those melt away, leaving her in a state of happiness produced by one person. Her smile softened as she pressed a quick kiss to his bicep and then lightly poked his side as they began to browse the movie selection from the hotel."I vote for comedy, action or rom-com, though I entirely understand if you can't sit through a chick flick -- not many men really can."Gently she teased, trying not to grin too widely and drank quickly to help cover."However, unless the action flick has more than a dude in war paint shooting a machine gun every fifteen minutes, I wouldn't expect a great review from your movie partner tonight."In truth, she could have cared less what they eventually decided upon. All that really mattered was that she was here, with him, and without interruption. She doubted either of them would remain quiet through the film, or if they'd even finish it before giving in to the lure of the hot tub."Oooh, that one?"she asked suddenly, grinning, when he passed over a title of a romantic comedy."I think she gets naked a few times -- you outta like that." "A massage for a massage? I do like the sound of that idea," Matt replied, smiling as he tilted his head down a little so that he could look at Emma once she laid her head against his shoulder. "And why might you suck at them? Just don't dig your nails in too hard," He said with a grin, leaning down to give Emma's cheek a soft kiss, winking as he did. "I'm sure you'd do just fine. And plus, I'm your best friend, so that would make you try all that much harder," he said with another grin. HE found his arm sliding further around her shoulders, feeling her body fit perfectly against his. And just the fact that they were cuddling had removed any thought of loneliness Matt had often thought about after Emma had left all those years ago. She was finally back...and snuggled up close against him...Matt raised the glass of wine to his lips and took a small sip, "And your cute demands?" He raised an eye brow and grinned. "And what other demands might you have besides a massage?" He asked, taking another sip of his wine. It was so good to finally have Emma back, and the way things were going right now, it was almost as if she had never left all those years ago. "Comedy,m action, or a rom-com, huh?" He said with a grin, nudging her playfully before taking another sip of his wine, then setting the glass down on the coffee table next to the couch, so that he wouldn't accidentally knock the glass with his foot."Well, in that case, perhaps we should watch Commando, or Rambo, or some other warm movie," Matt said with a grin, teasing Emma right back. But in all honesty, he could care less what movie they watched. As long as he was with Emma, that was all that mattered. And the hot tub would become too tempting for either to avoid sooner or later, so Matt doubted they would even finish the movie they started. When Emma mentioned the rom-com, and the fact that the girl got naked a few times, he nodded his head and grinned, "Mm, of course I would...though she isn't as pretty as you are," he replied with a wink before stopping on the romantic comedy. He then hit the Select button, and waited for the movie to begin. "Here it goes," he murmured, giving Emma's cheek a soft kiss before leaning back in the couch a little. "Well, such as who leaves the comfort of the hot tub to call for more wine should we run out,"she said after a moment, then finished the remainder of wine in her glass. With a grin she leaned over just enough to safely refill her glass before relaxing back against him, her cheek comfortably pillowing on his shoulder. She couldn't get over how wonderfully nice this felt; James wasn't much for cuddling, his idea of doing so sitting side by side, sometimes his arm around her shoulders. For Emma, who loved affection and cuddling as much as sunshine, it was a minor source of frustration. Certainly she understood not everyone was as physically affectionate as she, but that didn't stop her inner frustration. Here with Matt? She nearly purred with how happy and warm she felt, pleased that he gave no argument but rather encouraged nearly holding her in his lap.Pleased he'd gone with her suggestion, she grinned up at him, unable to stop the blush at his compliment. Already she was feeling a little flushed from the wine, a light tingle spreading through her. While she had quite the stamina for food, alcohol was another matter. A couple more glasses and she'd be rather toasty. The smile spread as she rested her chin on his shoulder while he got the movie selected and ordered, her lips pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Content, she quieted and turned her gaze to the movie, her free hand resting lightly on his thigh. Within minutes the movie flared to life before them, the opening sequence worked its charms to ensnare and captivate her, lure her into the web of budding romance.Yet, it didn't take long for her mind to begin to wander. Her fingers had already beginning to idly stroke where it rested on Matt's thigh, more subconsciously than anything else; the steady sips from her glass of wine had brought it down already half way, leaving her a little more light headed. There was a slight giggle during the current scene, the main female character going through a rather embarrassing ordeal of almost being caught naked by her future in-laws. She could only imagine what Matt's parents would do -- no. No. James' parents. The sudden conflicting thought had her cutting off the laugh part way through and she drank once more from the glass. She'd die of embarrassment... whomever parents they were."Ooh,"came a murmur a moment later, her thoughts abruptly changing when the lead actor's nude torso flashed across the screen, wet and glistening as he pulled himself out of the pool."Now there's some pecs I could bounce an M&M off,"commented with a half grin, her eyes briefly flickering between the movie and Matt."They almost make your arms look like wet noodles." Matt grinned down at Emma again, happy that she was so affectionate. That was definitely something Matt liked and looked for in a girl. Affection. He had dated many girls whom hadn't been near as affectionate at him, and well, those relationships hadn't lasted very long, nor really ending up in a positive manner. Everything with Emma though seemed to be going perfectly. It was almost as if she had never gone away for ten years. There hadn't been any awkward moments between the two when they first saw each other for the first time in over ten years. But there was still bugging him. The only thing now that was bugging Matt was the fact that she was getting married. of course he was happy for her, but at the same time he wasn't. Matt had always wondered what it would be like if Emma and him were to get married. Surely things would be perfect, since they were perfect for each other.Matt smiled then let his arm slide a little more around Emma's shoulders, letting her rest a little closer to him. He then with his free hand, reached for his glass of wine. After picking it up, he took a long swig then set the empty glass down after swallowing the cool liquid. Matt then eyed the bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of the couch. he leaned forward a little and snatched it up before pouring himself another glass. Then he topped Emma's glass off and smiled as he set the bottle down then settled back into the couch, his arm still around Emma just as the movie started. Matt glanced at Emma once more before turning his attention to the television to watch the movie.Matt continued to watch the movie, thoughts of Emma..and him, racing through his mind. He took a quick glance at her when he felt her finger tips lightly stroking his thigh, and for a moment, he had the urge to lean in and kiss her - and not just a kiss on the cheek. "Bounce M&M's off of, huh?" He said with a grin and playful roll of his eyes. "And make my arms look like wet noodles?" Matt shook his head and smiled as he gave his arm a quick flex, as well as his chest, grinning as he did. "Oh, well, you'll just have to wait and see, then you'll be saying you'll be able to bounce M&M's off of my chest," Matt said with a wink before turning his attention back to the tv. "Is that so?"she asked with a soft chuckle, unable to stop the grin that came when he briefly flexed for her. It'd been easy to feel the ripple of muscles in his shoulders and chest; it wasn't easy to define the flutter that erupted in her stomach when she'd felt it. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was due to just how right it felt being here with him, but the more she stayed there curled into his side, his arm so wonderfully warm and encouraging around her shoulders, the less he was feeling like just her best friend, like just Matt. Instead, he was feeling like someone who'd prove a little too tempting for her to resist.The thought lingered in her mind even as she sipped more from the wine glass and let her eyes drift back to the movie. She'd barely paid attention to the plot since the comments, though it was difficult to put the pieces together on what she had missed. The bride-to-be was having a heart to heart with her maid of honor and future mother-in-law and receiving an interesting story of what to expect on her wedding night. She tried not to frown as her attention perked. It didn't matter how often she'd read a story that involved sex, or that she and James had gotten into the realm of making out without most of their clothes on, or that she'd been hearing from all her girl friends since sixteen about sex -- none of it mattered when she hadn't yet experienced it.And yet somehow, as she sat there curled into Matt's side, drinking expensive wine and lounging in a bridal suite, she had a terrible time of putting James in her head when she finally surrendered her virginity."Uh oh,"she murmured a moment later, glancing down to see her wine glass nearly empty again. Her cheeks were a little more flushed, her eyes bright and dewy. She was about to inwardly lecture herself on drinking so quickly before she stopped and silently tsk'd. There was no one else she had to go for the evening, and she was safe here with Matt. She also had a feeling he'd hold her hair back in the morning if such thing was required -- she prayed it wasn't. Where was the harm in letting herself indulge a little more? There wasn't any."Empty glass. Bad Emma."Her leg slid along his lap as she leaned forward, hesitant to lose the touch of his arm, and quickly refilled the glass, emptying out the remainder of the bottle. Briefly she glanced back to the movie, though didn't settle back into the crook of his arm. The more she thought about it, the more and more the hot tub sounded so appealing. Especially now, as her head was growing lighter and the barriers of her reservations were breaking down."Okay. Five bucks says they live happily ever after and have two point five kids, a dog, and eventually move in the mother-in-law."She grinned cheekily at him, tried not to giggle as a result of the wine."Hot tub? I'll even let you change in the bedroom... provided you can shimmy your butt back out here in five minutes, no less!" Matt grinned again and nodded, "It is so," He replied, loving and enjoying the feel of Emma snuggled up close against him. And now to him, Emma was starting to feel more and more that just his best friend since childhood. He could only begin to imagine if she hadn't moved away to the other side of the country. Then, maybe if she hadn't, perhaps it would be the two of them getting married in a few short weeks, and not Emma getting married to John..or Josh, or whatever his name had been. Matt hadn't paid too much attention to it, since well, he was now slightly jealous that that man was going to be marrying Emma..his Emma. Matt then l et his thought process go a little further as he imagined the two of them naked in bed...and he quickly stopped right there, not letting his thought process go any further than that.Matt then glanced over at Emma when she said 'uh oh' and he chuckled, seeing her wine glass empty. "Mm, disastrous..your glass is empty. Tsk tsk," Matt said with a grin before he raised his wine glass to his lips and took another sip, a rather long sip, since he drained about half the liquid that was left in his glass. Matt then watched as she leaned forward to get the bottle of wine, emptying the rest of it in her glass. "Mm, not saving any for me?" he asked, raising an eye brow as he then grinned to her before taking another sip of his wine and finished off the glass. Matt then set the glass back on the table.'"Hot tub sounds great to me." And it sure did, since he was paying less and less attention to the movie. In fact, Matt doubted he could even explain what was going on in the movie. "Five minutes? Hmm, so if I come out in three minutes, you'll be stark naked and trying to slip your swim suit on?" Matt raise an eye brow and grinned playfully to Emma before he then reluctantly stood up, stretching his arms above his head for a moment. He then turned and winked to Emma before chuckling. "if I even had a suit with me.." He said, laughing slightly. "Looks like now all I have to do is strip down to my boxers and we'll be good." He said before moving over to the bedroom and closing the door behind him once he was inside. It took Emma less than a blink of an eye after the bedroom door shut behind Matt before she was pouncing off the couch and going for the corner hot tub. Her head was slightly swimming and her skin already felt flushed from the wine, but for tonight, that was okay. She was with Matt and he was the last person in the world who'd let something bad happen to her, (slightly) inebriated or not. Almost humming with bubbling excitement, Emma was quick in getting the tub start to fill, leaving the gushing water on as she went for her luggage. Maybe they should put on some music or get funky with the lighting -- she'd seen the dimmer dials on the entry wall -- and oh, she was certainly going to have to order up more wine.Pausing, she made the call to room service, ordering up a couple more bottles of wine, almost added in a request for the dessert menu before she remembered the strawberries they already had there. The call done, she finally knelt down in front of the two suitcases; luck granted her opening the right one, it filled with lingerie, socks, stockings, more personal items and other essentials, as she called them, and the two new swimsuits she'd purchased before the trip. She tried not to look at the inside pocket that bulged, hiding away the fuzzy handcuffs and silk scarves. A virgin, yes, but she'd read and wanted to explore. She was hoping James wanted to explore with her, though the subject was never mentioned. Emma's nipples pebbled as she thought of the last few stories she'd read and began to hastily change, merely throwing her clothes into a small pile ontop of the suitcase.The fantasy of being tied, left to the whim of her lover, was one she couldn't deny. Those thoughts, however, were ones best left for when her best friendwasn'taround. As she slowly and idly rubbed her lips together, more out of habit than anything else, Emma bent down to retrieve the new bikini, fully naked and stealing quick glances at the bedroom door. Already she was blushing at the mere thought of Matt catching her naked -- blushing out of embarrassment and yet knowing she wouldn't really mind, not right now. The thought had a deep breath sighing out as she finished sliding the bikini into place. Mostly a deep jade, the two strings of the front tied bikini top nicely held up her rounded breasts, the sides held together by a thin gold chain; the bottom was high cut and had similar gold chains at her hips in lieu of material."Okay, you can come on out!" she called out, the wine nearly making her giggle with the shimmer of anticipation. Yet, she was turning away from the door, doing so with a small gasp and dashing back to the hot tub to quickly shut off the running water. Thankfully she'd remembered just in time. Once she heard the door opening, "Oh, want to pick out some music? We should give it a few minutes since I ordered up more wine." Then, as she remembered for a second time, her eyes lit up and she finally turned to look at him, and to let him see her in the bikini that felt all too revealing. She tried not to blush -- because of her, because of him -- as she picked up the bowl of chocolate covered strawberries, brought it back to the side of the hot tub. Once Matt shut the door, he wasted little time in stripping his clothing off. He peeled his t shirt off of his muscular, toned torso then dropped it to the floor before unzipping his jeans and pulling them and his boxers off. He then kicked them off before sliding his surfer trunks up, making sure to tie them once he had them up, so that they wouldn't fall off. He then looked around the bedroom for a moment, seeing the large, king sized bed, the night stand, and the bathroom over in the corner. Emma sure had scored on a nice suite, that was for sure. And as he looked back to the bed, an image of the two of them popped into his mind. Both of them naked, Emma underneath him..and he then shook his head so he wouldn't think any more about that. After all, she was his best friend, and she was getting married in a couple weeks.When Matt then heard Emma's voice saying that he could come out, he stood up from the bed then made his way over to the door before opening it and walking out. When he did, he was met with the sight of Emma in a two piece swim suit. And Matt immediately felt his eyes working up and down her lovely figure, from her gorgeous face, down to her full, round breasts, then down along her smooth, flat stomach, then don to her long, toned legs, then slowly back up until his eyes met hers again. "Wow," He said with a smile as he watched her pick up the basket of strawberries then walk over to the hot tub. "You look amazing in that suit Emma," He replied as he tried his hardest to not look her over again, but it was near to impossible. He then let his eyes rake over her backside, along her back, down to her lovely ass, then down along her legs. he couldn't seem to get enough of those, and he definitely found that to be one of the sexiest parts of her body.Matt smiled to Emma again then he heard a knock on the door. "Must be the wine," He said as he turned and walked to the door, then opened it a crack. He smiled to the woman as she handed him two bottles of the same wine. Matt took them from her then shut the door and locked it before walking back over to the hot tub where Emma was. "Looks like we're all set," he said as he draped his arm over her shoulders and then smiled to her. After a moment, Matt pulled back, then moved to get into the hot tub, settling down in the warm water, a soft groan escaping his lips as he did. "Perfect," He said, looking over at Emma as he waited for her to get in. And as he did, he reached for one of the bottles of wine There was no stopping the blush that came with Matt's compliments, Emma merely grateful she had been nearly turned away completely when it'd come and he unable to see just how flushed her features had become. It was strange how a few words from Matt caused such a greater reaction than a whole slew of words from James. Perhaps, though, it was because she was used to James looking at her? Not that he'd seen her like this, Emma realized as Matt collected the wine and she went to fiddle with the room's stereo. James didn't enjoy spending time at the beach, nor swimming in general, and they hadn't done this -- spend time in a jacuzzi -- before either. The least dressed James had ever seen her was in the short cocktail dress she'd worn a few months ago, and even then she hadn't blushed then like she was now.Settling on a soft rock radio station, the first one she'd come to that came in crystal clear, really, Emma adjusted the volume to keep it low but audible before turning back to the hot tub and Matt. Her cheeks weren't as flushed now, though her eyes warmed and widened as she watched him settle in, saw the way the bubbling water rushed over the muscled lines of his chest. With a smile playing over her lips, she stepped carefully into the hot water, briefly biting down on her lower lip at the sudden searing warmth before her body adjusted bit by bit. She took the spot opposite of him, sitting down onto the seat and felt a delicious shudder ripple through her as the massaging jets and bubbles immediately eased her, began relaxing her muscles.With a soft sigh and a smile fixed on her lips, Emma reached forward to accept a glass of the wine from Matt, letting her mouth brush ever so softly along his cheek as she did so."Thank you,"Emma murmured, then took a small sip and leaned back against the seat's padding. Oh, this felt so good. Closing her eyes, her head tilted back onto the cushion, she delighted in how the jets felt against her, the bubbling water that sent shivers into her and had her nipples tightening, floating just above the rise of the water."This feels great... doesn't it?"she asked and let her legs stretch out under the water, brushing slightly along his."Mmm. I'm definitely going to get one of these for home. A few minutes in and I'm already hooked."She took another sip of the wine, felt her head inwardly swim and tilt for a moment as the alcohol kept trickling through her system. Matt smiled as he watched Emma settle into the hot tub, taking a seat across from him. He could vaguely see a slight blush on her face, figuring it must have been from the way he had complimented her. Those compliments were definitely true...Emma had to be one of, if not, the most beautiful girl - no, young woman - he'd laid eyes on. He then felt her lips brush across his cheek, causing him to smile again. "You're very welcome," He replied as she took the glass of wine he had offered to her. Matt then took a sip of wine before setting the glass on the edge of the hot tub. He then leaned back a little more, enjoying the feel of the warm water and jets massaging against his back. "It feels amazing.." he replied, letting his eyes close for a moment. He could definitely get used to this. "Mm, you know I think I might have to get one as well.." Matt murmured, laughing softly as he did. He then reached for the glass of wine again as his eyes opened and he looked back across at Emma.He could see the way her fill chest was floating just above the water, and he could see that her nipples had hardened and were pressing against her bikini top. Matt couldn't help but let his eyes stay there for a moment before he finally pulled his eyes from her breasts, knowing he shouldn't be looking at her like that. But Matt couldn't help himself, as Emma had grown into a fine young woman. And he could also feel some jealously deep down, since she was getting married to someone, and that someone wasn't him. Matt sighed softly to himself then took another sip of wine before he smiled over at Emma then moved across to take a seat next to her, his arm linking back across her bare shoulders. Matt then nudged her as he raised his glass up and lightly tapped her glass with his, "Cheers," he said with a wink before he raised the glass to his lips and took another drink, polishing off his second glass of wine. He then reached over to the side of the hot tub, his arm moving from around Emma's shoulders for a moment so that he could grab the bottle of wine. He then settled back next to her and lopped his arm back over her bare shoulders. He was about to pour himself another glass, when he shrugged then raised the bottle to his lips and took a drink. After all, it was only the two of them, so it wasn't like they were sharing it with anyone. After taking a drink, Matt lowed the bottle a little then sighed softly and contently as he enjoyed the flavor of the cool alcohol. He'd never been too much of a wine person, but this wine was definitely an exception.

Always You [( Gravik & Moirae )]

Delvers Company_ Finding The Masked Elves

( thread will be used for the story of Finding the Masked ElvesThreads:Delvers Company Wiki ( of the Ancient Stronghold: A Delvers Story ( Sunken Tower of Malrefesh: Yula's Story (#msg12289125)( path from Brondolor to the Bur Woods (not for prickers on trees, but a misunderstanding of it's name of Serrisiburaves by the elves living within) has never been an exceptionally easy one. Guards and vigilantes have in the past kept the way up to the bridge over the Opalsand River more or less safe, but it's a journey of several days over hills and winding paths even to get there. Sent by Nawarom, a local magical merchant, the adventurers of Delvers Company trekked through and have made their way to the bridge.The Opalsand River is an oddity, the 'water' that moves lazily down it's length beautifully clear showing the creamy, reflective sand below. Scholars debate whether the sand is actually made from opal, but in image it is close enough. Large blue fish stir in the water, flitting around and occasionally meeting, their tails causing thick clouds of opalescent dust in the water. Across the bridge are the Bur Woods, the huge looming trees certainly a thing of beauty, though they darken the paths below. Even the bridge itself is a thing of artistic design, a wide arc raised fourty feet above the water that with the right angle approaching it along the path appears to be a full circle of stone in the reflection.( the Delvers, some of that beauty may be lost at the moment. Standing upon the center of the bridge with hardly enough space to stand two shoulder to shoulder, they are surrounded. Mere moments after they reached the center of the 80 foot long bridge, a slithering splash and roiling of water announced their attackers. With quick movement, the newt-skinned humanoids sprang from the water, arcing water and a blur of arcane energy turning their tails into long blue legs with webbed feet. Their bodies are lithe with somewhat non-human proportions, hands just a little too big, arms and legs just a little too long, with wide fine-like ears and protrusions from their arms. They are clothed in what appears to be some form of leather, though it seems thinner and more pliable showing every bit of detail of their torsos. A hanging loincloth down from the front of their belts keep them decent enough.The pale blue alien eyes of the merrow blink quickly, getting used briefly to the change from water to air. The one in front, a woman holds up a webbed, clawed hand and purrs out, "Intruders upon our land. This river is not for you to pass. You will pay for this." Next to her, a thickly muscled merman cracks his neck as he fingers the haft of his trident while the feminine third begins to uncoil a net. Behind the Delvers, back towards where they came, another two merrow stand ready, two nearly identical males one with a heavy looking staff the other with nothing but his bare hands. A bubbling movement in the river reveals a sixth, this one a female not wearing armor, her perky blue breasts bare and a dartgun held lazily upward.Delvers, what do you do? ( journey out from Delvers' headquarters has been a rather..."distracted" one for Gwyndolin. Most of her time had been spent either buried in one of her newest tomes of ancient lore, or clinging to Roses side like a young babe, reexamining every angle of her enthralling beauty for what must have been the thousandth time. However, despite this, she did not hesitate when their new company appeared from beneath the crystalline waters. In fact it was much like the lighting of a torch, it only took that one spark, and in an instant the woman seemed to burst to life, thickened shadows stretching and molding between her palms before the creatures even landed down upon the bridge. As she shaped the clay-like mound of darkness into a simple blade, a figure as black as pitch rose up on the bridge behind her, her perfect copy in every way save for the sheen of darkness that obscured all of it's more detailed features."Well...kinda makes you wonder why you let them build a big bridge here if you didn't want anyone to cross." she mused, a statement that likely would have been a sarcastic quip had it been delivered by one of the more rougeish members of their group, though knowing Gwyndolin her surprise and innocent confusion were likely all too genuine. "Unfortunately I'm a bit short on coin to pay at the moment, farewell friends" she said, stepping close behind Rose, within the small shadow cast by the sun overhead, and in an instant sinking down into it, vanishing without a trace, only her shadow left behind as she seemingly abandoned her companions to fend for themselves.Ofcourse in truth the woman was not too far away, having reemerged in the shadow of one of the large, looming trees on the other side of the bridge, ducking behind the trunk so at not to be seen, and keep up the illusion that she had truly ran off. Peeking around the corner she carefully observed the group of strange fish people, trying to spot any apparent weaknesses or holes in their formation. Meanwhile Gwyndolin's shadow proved to be significantly braver than it's caster, stepping in front of Rose to put itself between her and the fishmen, seemingly ready for a fight. ( days leading to the river crossing had been pleasant enough, even with Gwyndolin clinging to her side. Rose liked her companions, and was looking forward to getting to know them better - in a more intimate way, she hoped. Both Serena and River piqued her interest, and while she didn’t really go for the green-skins, Ushie wasn’t exactly the typical orc.Of course, things hadn’t all been shiny, and far from exciting. Waking with ribbons in her hair, had been slightly irritating, but at least River’s little joke had broken the monotony of the trip. She’d been toying with the idea of snagging the little pixie out of the air and stuffing her down her leather vest, in an act of “revenge” as they approached the bridge.In retrospect, they’d been rather foolhardy for not having a scout in front. The road wasn’t nearly as safe as it had been in years passed. Likely the reason they hadn’t heard from those elves for some time. If elves couldn’t pass through their own forest unmolested, than it was likely her little party would need to deal with more than just this little encounter.A slow scan of her surroundings confirmed what she had already known. They were surrounded - one was even in the water. A well laid ambush. Though, one they likely could’ve spotted had they been paying attention. Mistakes like these weren’t good. It was a quick way for a thief to have a very short career.A the first revelation of the merfolk, Rose had raised her hands, palms outward, and even with her shoulders. They weren’t in a position to fight, something she hoped Ushie would recognize. She glanced at Serena and the little pixie from the corner of her eyes.”Either of you want to handle this? I don’t think fighting is going to do us any good,”she added the last bit for the orc’s benefit.As Gwyndolyn formed her shadow and vanished, Rose ground her jaw together tightly in irritation and envy. It was a rather clever trick, one she wished she knew. She only hoped the merfolk didn’t it as a threat, and hoped those armed with ranged weapons weren’t quick to fire. If they were, she hoped the shadow was solid enough to act as a shield. ( sly statement from Gwyndolin is considered for a moment by the lead female, her earfins flapping for a moment as if considering. "There was a time," she whispers out, "That this was not our riv-" Her voice cuts off abruptly as the shadow begins to form and draws up a hand pointing at the shadow, "What manner of mysticism is this? Hold shadow-witch!" The other aquatic creatures tense, hefting weapons, preparing themselves. This is only further exacerbated by Gwyndolin disappearing into the shadow."Find her," barks the leader to the naked merrow in the water. With a flip of skin and fins, she dives under and begins to hunt, prowling through the water, quickly becoming hidden in the thrown up sand and dust in the river.Standing in the woods behind a tree, Gwyndolin has a view of the leader, the male with the trident, and the net-wielding female. The back of their necks, long and slick looking begin to raise small finned ridges as they refocus themselves on those who remain on the bridge. Slowly they begin to move forward, leaving wet footprints on the stone, weapons raised."Fighting will do you no good," comes two simultaneous heavily accented, almost gurgled voices from the twins as they begin to pincer in behind the Delvers. "Submit to us and you live." The one with the quarterstaff's lips pull back showing sharp teeth and he adds to Rose, "Want either of us to handle you?" A hissing chuckle comes from his brother, but is cut off by a croak from the leader, glaring at them from across the stone archway.Delvers, what do you do? River had been perched on Ushie's shoulder, chattering away in the orc's ear all morning. This had a benefit of keeping her away from Rose... but every now and then Ricer would glance back at the thief in all her ribbons and bows, and break into musical giggles before returning to pestering Ushie. Something about how fey are able to see stars during the day, or something of the sort, and how that made astrology more complicated thna usual. She was fully unaware of what else was going on around them... until suddenly, fish-people!When Gwendolyn vamoosed and the merfolk were clearly irritated, River fluttered up from Ushie's shoulder into the air."Friends, friends, we mean no offense to you or your beautiful, well-tended river!"She explained, moving tiny arms in a placating gesture."We mean only to pass on our way, and if we linger, it is only to admire."She sank down to set her feet lightly atop Rose's head, idly tugging one of the ribbons. "Surely you wouldn't want to taint the waters with blood?"She hisses softly between her teeth; hopefully Rose and Ushie hear her."If they don't back off just haul it to the other side. They're fish, how fast can they run?" ("So we are to pay because no one decided to put ownership signs on a bridge which isn't part of the river you claim to own?" Serena asked from where she had been trailing in the back of the party. Her voice was light and her manner carefree. If the threat bothered her it did not show but how much of what she showed was real or artifice even she could not begin to guess anymore. "And threatening us before even telling us what you want in exchange for crossing seems like a poor way to do business."Truth be told - if such a phrase could ever be used in association with the halfling mage - she was not truly concerned about the fishmen or being taken captive. Escape was easy enough from almost any prison but with two of them almost offering a way out it was too easy. They wanted Rose and if need be Serena could give them Rose. She could be any of them and after touching the fishpeople she could be them too."How about we lower the weapons and talk this through? I am sure we have something you want," the halfling said idly turning towards the seeming leader of the fishmen as her dress became like mist parting long enough to give him a glimpse of her - to give all of the extortionists a glimpse - and keeping a sharp eye out for who seems interested. ( tried to pay attention to the chatter of the friend on her shoulder, but her mind wandered and the small voice became as distant and meaningless as the buzzing of a bee. Her thoughts drifted from the faint, but bothersome, itch that prickled right between her shoulder blades, to the intriguing shapes being formed by the clouds overhead, to the unexpected scent of wild honeysuckle that arose briefly and wafted their way every so often along their walk. She hadjustbegun to examine a hangnail on her left index finger, her brows knitted in consternation at the discovery, when the splash sounded and drew her attention to the new arrivals. Hey, in her defense, there's not much ambush going down in the gladiatorial arena.She blinked when Gwyn disappeared, brow knitting further as her companions pointed out that there was no need for violence. She glanced around at all the fish people surrounding them and shifted her hand to rest on the broken handle of the sickle she'd discovered just off the path a few miles back, and had hung through a leather loop on the side of her skirt. It seemed a waste to leave it behind, when it would make a serviceable enough weapon for a time. "Wait...So we'renotkicking their asses for threatening us and trying to take our hard-earned whatever-they-want? Why? They don't look that hard to beat up. Does anyone have a bunch of salt? Aren't fish things supposed to like melt if you throw salt on them?"She peered around at the others, apparently unconcerned by the fish people overhearing her. ( watched as the mer-folk reacted to her trick, the snarled grunts, the call to search her out, the readying of weapons. There was no smile on her face as she watched this, no feeling of pride or merth from tricking the fish people, nor was there any anger for them redirecting their fury towards her companions. No her face remained still....stoic...her breathing calm and measured, so much so that it quickly ceased to make a sound. Her gaze was focused intently on the murading merfolk, just like a hunter eyeing it's prey from the shadows. For that is exactly what she was, what she had been raised to be. Back in the Blackwood everything was about the hunt: the hunt for food, the hunt for companionship, the hunt for knowledge, the hunt for fulfillment...life was a great, long hunt, and this moment was no different than a hundred others that had played out before her. Even the trees standing tall around her reminded her of when she was young, of when she was not a member of this "civilized" world, but hunter, and a hunter alone.Stop, seek, study, strike...the four basic components of any battle for a Canopy Witch. She had already made her way through 3 parts of this simple strategy, and when she saw the two guards flanking the leader stepped past her to approach her companions, and the lead fish woman stepped just right so that the sun would cast a long shadow behind her, all of their attention focused solely on those standing on the bridge, she was ready to enact the 4th. Without a sound she once again vanished into the shadows, and the other Delvers would suddenly see Gwyndolin rise up out of the lead fish woman's shadow, and in the blink of an eye wrap an arm around her chin and place her shadowy blade up to her throat, the solidified darkness proving to be just as sharp as any steel as a thin trickle of blood formed where the edge ever so gently pressed against the scaly skin of her neck. "Cease your attack at once or she dies...as will you all. It took me mere seconds to claim your leader's throat, how long do you think any of you will be safe from my shadows?" she threatened. ( when Rose woke up this morning she honestly didn't think mer-spunk was going to be on the menu. The thought of it now, as she did her best to keep all of their assailants within view, was still not appealing - but, it was better than certain death.A tiny smile touched her crimson lips, and the thief turned to twins after their question."Which of you is the greater warrior?Rose asked with a touch of innocence in her voice."Whoever is better with his weapon,"the word hung in the air as her eyes pointedly moved toward their crotches,"will undoubtedly show me the best time."She gave the leader, the one who had issued the croak, a large-lipped pout, before her eyes widened exaggeratedly."Hmmm... maybe you're the strongest?"Rose broke from her act, just briefly to glance at the little sprite when River suggested that they run. That might be a good idea, now that the one in the water, the one with the ranged weapon, was no longer poised to shoot.She groaned inwardly at Ushie's comment. A fight on the bridge, with neither opportunity to go forward or withdraw, wasn't in their favor, and the only other way to go was into the water, which was likely the worst thing they could do. That groan, turned into a gut-plummeting feeling when Gwyndolyn reappeared with a knife to the leader's throat.Rose dropped her hands to her sides, and a deft slender finger began to slide a throwing knife from its sheathe. ( chirping voice from Ushie's shoulder brings a narrowing of eyes, the merrow clearly having to squint a bit in order to see that there is someone standing there, perhaps not used to vision above water from that distance. "Admire on your land, little one, you come onto ours," retorts the apparent leader, a scowl forming on her face.It begins to seem that she is losing control of the situation, glaring across the bridge at the twins that lobbed propositions at Rose. The misting of the dress has definitely caught their eyes and the one without weapons gives a wide, toothy grin before calling to Serena, "The signs underwater. Probably should have checked. Come on over here and we'll see." The front of his loincloth has certainly begun to show a pushed up angle, the fishman's cock hardening as his mind moves from martial to entertainment.Ushie's threat of kicking asses and salting them causes one of the merrow to laugh, the female holding a net. Her full lips part in a delighted wide smile, "I like the green one. Can we keep her?" Her tongue, blue and slick, touches her lips and she glances to the side, only to see Gwyndolin appear from the shadows and place a knife to the leader's neck. She lets out a gasp of surprise and pain, hands moving to show that she is not intending to strike. "Halt, stop, call it off!" she quickly barks out.It's about here that heads turn to the trident wielding merrow-man standing not three steps from her. His lips turn down in a deep frown and he responds, "Sister, I knew you were not yet ready to lead a troupe." His face becomes solemn and he turns his attention to Gwyndolin, "Kill her if you must, but you will receive no mercy. Take them."Immediately the merrow descend upon the Delvers, coming in on both sides to pincer them. The blue-haired female merrow with the net begins to approach Ushie, flicking and swinging the net around in a manner that immediately begins to remind her of the arenas she's escaped. The actual leader of the merrow, the tall male with the trident pushes it quickly at Gwyndolin's side, attempting to spear her before she can kill his sister.On the opposite side of the bridge, the twins begin to stalk forward, wide toothy grins on his face. "Dolbo, I want the little one first," says the one with the quarterstaff to the unarmed one referring to Serena. Dolbo flexes his fingers as he stalks forward and elbows his twin, "Better that way. I've got the better weapon for the mouthy one, Drub," he replies with a nod toward Rose.Delvers, you are beset upon! Gwyndolin, that trident is coming right for you, Defy Danger (#Defy_Danger) if you wish to maintain hold on your prisoner and avoid the strike. The rest of you have but the moments that it takes for them to charge across the bridge to prepare or launch into battle yourselves. What do you do? ( knew things were going to go sideways the moment Gwyndolin disappeared. They may've had a chance talking, but neither Serena or River had the words for the merfolk, and when Gwyn put her knife to the little mermaid's throat, she shat on any chance of this going down any other way. Rose wasn't opposed to fighting, but whenever weapons were unsheathed blood usually followed, and even the quickest and strongest bled.She pushed all of those thoughts from her head, and focused. Her fingers slipped the perfectly balanced knife from its home, and with a simple flick of her wrist, threw it expertly at the one called Drab."Sheesh, pick on someone your own size. I guarantee I can entertain you both."volleyRoll Result: Rose Nightingale rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the totalComment: volley - knife throwResult: 6, 5,Total: 13 ("Silly fish, I can't breathe underwater. Plus, I'll never belong to anyone but myself ever again." She flicked a glance over when the with reappeared behind their leader and escalated things far more than she had. Seeing that, she couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at Rose and crinkling her nose, the universal sign for 'nah-nah, wasn't me!', at least among orcs, maybe? Of course, she couldn't enjoy her moment of victory, since the shade-walker had put the fish people into action and now all their butts were on the line.Her eyes returned to the piscine lady with the net, and they narrowed as her mind threw her back into the arena so strongly that she could almost smell the dust and hear the roaring crowd. Her body moved instinctively, dropping lower into a crouch as she began to dance on the balls of her feet, bouncing side to side and studying her enemy's movements with a calculating, determined expression. Her hand closed over the broken handle of the rusted scythe and she withdrew it from the loop to hold horizontally across her chest, every muscle in her body ready and waiting for the woman to make her move.RollSo, I think this counts as a Defend action, which is 2d6+Con. Roll: At 2017-01-04 12:52:32, Ushie (uid: 24594) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 9 ( With lumbering steps, muscles glistening with water Dolbo and Drub begin moving forward faster. As predicted, the merrow aren't terribly quick on land, their steps slapping wetly on the stone of the bridge as they make their way forward. Then with a whiff of air, Drub takes a knife in the chest. He pauses for a moment, looking down at it, then collapses backward. For a bare second, Dolbo stares down at his twin, then rage appears on his face, fins about his head flicking back against his neck. "I'll be squeezing a lot of entertainment out of you, landling," he snarls out as he charges forward with quarterstaff in hand, swinging in wide arcs to push the interlopers into the water.A snort of laughter comes from the net-wielding female as she quirks her head to the side at Ushie, "There, there, you'll get used to it. I'll keep you in a nice little cove, feed you lots of fish, and take good care of you." With that, she whips the net forward, flicking the stones between them, spinning and working it in the air. Her eyes squint as the gladiator takes on a combat form and she herself adopts one, slightly looser, more languid than the orc's. In a swirl of netting, she begins to lash out, flicking it forward, tempting a move from her, then begins to advance. Her combat style is slightly foreign to the pit fighter, though certain nets are nothing new.Delvers, what do you do? ( knife had felt familiar in her hand. Her grip was excellent, the release felt right, and she was certain of her aim as soon as the blade had left her fingertips. Still, she was surprised when the blade sunk deeply into the chest of the merman, formerly called Drub. It seemed luck, that fickle slut, had decided to interfere.Her surprise was evident on her face, and a sharp giggle escaped her lips before she cut it short. What had seemed like a slippery pickle, just moments before, now seemed much more manageable. Of course, Gwyn was still in danger, but if Rose could deal with the other, no-longer twin, than the party could focus on the enemies in front of them, without fear of attack from all sides."Ooops! I broke the set,"she spoke loudly, and her voice carried on the water's surface.Dolbo's reactions was fairly expected. Hell, Rose would be pissed too if someone had killed her twin, though, she would've obviously been the better looking. With a devilish smirk, she charged forward to meet the wildly swung staff, and pulled her rapier.As if dancing to music only she could hear, Rose stepped into the range of the bo staff. Her intent was to get behind Dolbo, and put him between herself and the rest of the group.defy dangerRoll Result: Rose Nightingale rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the totalComment: defy danger with dexResult: 4, 2,Total: 8 So much for talking our way out of this,Serena lamented after the losing the opportunity to captalize on the fishman's excitement. Violence was not her world. She had always prefered talking and flirting and if need be - or it looked fun - fucking her way out of problems. There was less likely to be blood on the ground and vendettas held against you when slept with someone rather than putting a blade through them but that's what the Delver's were for. Muscle when muscle was needed and this was just the drawback to having muscle around. A chance at negotians turning into corpses. All that was left was making sure the right corpses were left.With one brother dead the lithe halfling danced back from the other's charge and start weaving her illusions. The words she spoke were soft barely audible even to her and in a language only the eldest of treants may remember being spoken for any reason other than arcane works. Illusions were her sword and like any weapon it worked best when it targeted a weak spot - and she knew what he wanted to see. It was painted across his face. Etched by his rage into the very air. All she had to do was breathe it into life. Dolbo saw his success.Neither Rose nor Serena could stand before him and were pushed effortlessly into the water by his assault - thrashing in the water. Rose open for attack and Serena's dress ripped away by the stream.At least that is what the fishmen saw.Smoke and MirrorsRoll Result: DarkPrince rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the totalComment: Smoke and MirrorsResult: 6, 6,Total: 14- The illusion makes them believe something specific- The illusion lasts longer than a few crucial moments- The illusion is not out of place or hard to believeUnderlined part is the illusion to avoid confusion. ( didn't work....the thought rang through Gwyndolin's mind as she stood there with the leader, who apparently wasn't really the leader, in hand, standing their awkwardly feeling a bit foolish, "Well...that didn't work..." the young witch muttered, her words echoing her thoughts perfectly. When the apparent true leader of the group laid down the ultimatum, Gwyndolin once again found herself accidentally quipping at him "well you weren't exactly dolling out mercy before hand to be fair..." she muttered, looking to her companions and giving a short, apologetic shrug.As the beast fish person came ramming towards her with his trident, the sharpened points glinting dangerously in the light of the sun, Gwyndolin quickly placed her foot into the not-leader's back and used the fishwoman as a spring board to leap out of the way of the attack, dramatically back flipping through the air. At the crest of her jump she glanced towards the bridge and saw Rose sink her dagger into the chest of one of the merfolk, scoring a clean kill that threatened to leave the dark huntresses thong soaked with liquid excitement, by the goddess there was nothing that turned her on like seeing Rose fight (well, except for literally everything else Rose did), so elegant and confident, yet ruthless and efficient. However she noticed that the other fishman had been enraged by his ally's death, and went to charge at her.With a quick nod of her head the shadow that had stepped forward to defend Rose suddenly sprang into action, lunging forward with it's hand splayed out flat as if to use it like a dagger. Unbeknownst to her Serena had cast an illusion upon the merman, though it only made the enraged eel an easier target for her shadow, it's hand stabbing forward at the creature, it's fingers just as sharp as the shadowy blade Gwyn clutched in her fist. However as the attack landed the shadowy figure vanished mere moment later, Gwyndolin's shadow sinking back down into the ground and zipping back towards her, re-linking with it's master just as the witch touched down on the ground. The witch stood tall and brandished her blade at the leader of the merfolk, feeling her body bolstered by her now slumbering shadow, strengthening her body so that she could fight without the need for stealthy tricks, "keep fighting if you must, but you will receive no mercy" she muttered, nodding towards the bridge, her companions making it clear they were not the easy prey the fishmen thought they were.roll- shadow hunterAt 2017-01-13 20:05:02, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9Shadow attacks one target for 1d8 damage, looses 1 holddam roll:At 2017-01-13 20:07:11, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3DAM- 3Hold- 1 - 1= 0, shadow returns to user (+2 armor) ( dead, Dolbo seems to have become absolutely enraged. His swings are wide, angry, and dangerous, surely getting hit by one of those swings would send someone right into the water, especially with the size advantage he has over Rose.With quick motions, Rose flicks and parries and dodges, getting behind Dolbo with faster feet and better grip on the stones. Something to be said for not having webbed toes. His lips pull back and he snarls out hatefully, "Fight me, wench!" As he turns his back to the other Delvers though, a wicked toothy grin comes to his face. "Fine, I'll take you alone," he snarls out, flicking his bo staff low in an arc that catches her ankle and knocks her back down onto her backside.Clearly though, Dolbo has seen something different. He turns to the water and lets out a growl of approval, only to turn back to the Delvers and spin at the height of Serena's head about a foot in front of her face. He moves to the edge of the bridge, letting out a snarling sound of approval and success, only to be stabbed in the side by Gwyndolin's shadow. Dolbo snarls, swinging his staff at where the shadow was, then peers over the bridge again at the illusion of Rose and the naked Serena in the water. With a quick, guilty look at his comrades, he hurls himself off the edge, trailing blood in the water as he chases after the illusions.This leaves three, none of them looking nearly as confident now that they've lost two of their number. But then, with the Delvers down two also... Could be worth pushing forward.One of the three is still engaged in combat with Ushie, flicking her net to try to catch her, swinging together, exchanging physical blows.The leader and his sister stand next to each other, his trident held forward as though to ward the Delvers off. "Hold, hold, I offer you a deal. You have lost two of your number. Dolbo will have caught them before you can reach them. Surrender one more of your number and the rest may past." His eyes are upon Gwyndolin, desire clear on his face, the open, low dress clearly having caught his attention.Of course, the Delvers know that Serena and Rose still stand on the bridge.Delvers, what do you do? "It kind of looks like you've lost two of your number, too."River was still in the air, out of danger... at least so she figured. Her hands were on her hips as her wings fluttered and flickered, sparkling in the sun."I think you should stop being so mean and just get back to your river!"He's really rather mad. Threatening her friends! Making her friends stab merfolk! What the heck?! It's enough to make her antinnae quiver. The sparkling seems to be growing... brighter? Like her wings are a dozen tiny suns... before suddenly her entire body flashes in a bright pink-white flare that (somehow!) seems directed at the fishpeople.OOCI'm not sure if "mild scolding" is an action type. I'm guessing not. But, I know that using her Fairy Glow ability to blind / disorient is So!At 2017-01-20 13:33:33, River (uid: 27361) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9 ( fishpeople are momentarily blinded! ( bo staff connected with her ankle, and the next thing Rose knew, she was on her keister. Instinctively, she rose her rapier to attempt to parry the incoming attack. An attack that never came, much to Rose's surprise. She watched her opponent with confusion. He seemed more interested in the water than the fight, and eventually, his desire to be in the water outweighed his desire for revenge.She scratched her head when he dove into the river, then quickly got to her feet. A quick glance showed that he was indeed swimming away. Finally, Rose gave a simple shrug."Guess I won't be making it a matching set,"she said to herself.Then the fish with the trident spoke up, and things continued to prove confusing. She glanced about quickly, making sure that her friends were all unharmed, and seeing they all still stood, she began looking for answers. A smirk touched her lips and she gave Serena a knowing smile and approving nod.Now all they needed to do was get past the one Ushie was toying with, and they could all gang up on the ones nearest Gwyn. Not sure what Ushie was doing, or why it was taking her so long to dispatch her opponent - no doubt a habit left over from the arena - Rose decided she'd do her best to sneak past the net wielding fish-person and reach Gwyn. Two versus two was much better than two versus one. ( watched intently as the woman with the net drew nearer, shifting on her feet to turn her body slightly and present a smaller target for the net. As she swiveled on the ball of one foot, she brought her jagged wooden handle around and aimed the shaft at the fish woman's temple. All signs of flightiness or irreverence have disappeared and she appears to have become an entirely different person. Her focus is complete and her cute face is settled into a grim expression, her eyes as hard as diamonds.She takes no note of her companions, trusting them to handle themselves without needing her intervention.RollSummary: At 2017-01-22 15:02:38, Ushie (uid: 24594) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 12 ( Result: Ushie rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the totalComment: Hack and SlashResult: 5, 6, Total: 12 As River begins to glow brighter and raise into the air, the merrow look up towards her prepared to take on this new thing. "What's this little thing? Got a little bottle I can-" begins the lead merrow as he licks his lips thoughtfully, then has to bring an arm up over his eyes, growling out in annoyance. He stumbles a bit, flailing arms out and shouting out in rage, "Take them!" With the moment of blindness, neither he nor his sister are in a position to prevent much of anything, though the one fighting Ushie seems to have still retained a bit of her control.From where Rose and Serena apparently dispatched their opponent, they can see where he has gone off to. In the water, he has pulled down his loincloth, grabbing and thrusting into air. The merrow's groans of pleasure rise up to the Delvers on the bridge, likely a sound that would entertain the other members of the merrow party if it weren't for the fact that they had made the mistake of looking at River's wings. Apparently the fish has found his illusory prey and is having his way with it. Rose comes behind Ushie and the net-wielding merrow as the two fight.It's going to be quite hard to get past, the orc using her weapons quickly, the flick of the net possibly even faster. Her attention on her opponent's hips and core, she wasn't blinded by the light. Then a flick of the net comes forward, wrapping for a second around Ushie's arm. For a moment, Ushie feels a pull, but swinging with that and a swivel of her body, she brings the handle against the fish-woman's temple. With a thunk and a gasp, she collapses down onto the ground.From here, the two remaining merrow begin to back up towards the river, hands held, "Fine, fine! Pass overlanders! Pah!"Through these woods lead to the lands of the Masked Elves and the Ancient Tree. Your opposition here is defeated for now! Delvers, what do you do? ( watched with a confused quirk in her eyebrow as the fish people slowly started to fall apart. Such a proud, arrogant people, yet undone so quickly with a few swipes and flashes of illusion. The hunter witch let out a small sigh as she watched the two "pack leaders" start to back off, feeling just a bit disappointed that there would be no great battle, no ferocious hunt. Hell this was barely a skirmish. Dark, sullen eyes slowly glanced up and down the two merfolk as she crept forward, her movements similar to a puma or jaguar on stalking up towards its prey, long legs taking agonizingly slow strides forward, eyes seemingly empty of emotion yet a cold, murderous intent radiated off of her none the less, "no...I told you no mercy..." she cooed, raising her dark blade over hand, briefly turning her attention to the female merrow, the false leader, "You have until I'm done murdering your brother to convince me to spare you" she said, before plunging the blade down towards him, her thirsty dagger almost singing as it finally got the chance to drink.Hack and SlashAt 2017-02-02 09:28:59, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 ( 2At 2017-02-02 09:48:06, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 ( ( sudden retreat of the merrow from this clear threat is done with glares and croaks of frustration, anger and impotent rage clear on their slick faces. Backing off slowly, the two tense as Gwyndolin comes closer, getting closer to them. The leader's lips (or as near as they can be called) pull back into a snarl and he gasps out to his sister, "Run. Rally-" He lets out a gasp of pain and frustration as her dagger sinks into his shoulder, his arms moving to try to push Gwyndolin off. "Rally our people! They will not pass this way again."His webbed fingers clamp onto her hand, trying to push the dagger away, to overpower her. One of his feet moves forward to hook her ankle, bringing the two of them down onto the ground, the stab-wound not enough to stop him, though the trident has been abandoned. Gwyndolin and the merrow fall into mud, the merrow on top as he barely holds back her hand with the shadow-blade, his other hand scrambling and pushing at her, trying to get a hold around her throat. Wet, cool fingers rub over her skin, catching for a moment on the slips of material that cover her breast before pushing up towards her throat. Serena watched as the fishman took his pleasure with the illusions she had crafted from his desires. She always enjoyed these little moments when she could admire her handiwork and this came with the added bonus of allowing her to study the fishman's ...technique. From what she could see it was better that the meeting had gone south. This was amusing. That just looked disappointing. You can lead a fishman to a woman but you can't make him perform.With a sigh she glanced around and - taking note that the other seems to have the more physical aspects of the meeting in hand - proceeded towards the fishman with the dagger in his chest. As she walked she whistled an old tune of summer winds and shifting lights beneath the trees and over the waters. Letting old songs and images wipe away the notice of her. Hidden behind veils of illusions she ran her hand along the fishman's chest. Committing his shape and form to memory.OOCMask of Deceit - You hide behind what people want to see, what people think is real, and keep the truth firmly at bay. When you Defy Danger to hide, escape notice, or avoid attention, roll +Cha instead of whatever the GM tells you to roll.Mask of Flesh - You are a changeling, a doppelganger, a creature of a thousand faces, none of them your own. When you touch someone skin to skin, you remember their form. When you take a minute to change your face, you can become a physical copy of anyone who's form you remember. Your clothes do not change with you. Defy Danger Roll Result: DarkPrince rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the totalComment: Defy DangerResult: 4, 5,Total: 11 ( glared as the female opted to flee rather than stay and beg, though her anger was only fleeting. After all if the girl fled that meant Gwyndolin would get to enjoy chasing her down...and it had been so long since she had eaten fresh seafood. The Canopy Witch licked her lips, imagining the woman would be quite delicious in more ways than one. So caught up was she in her fantasies of dining on fishwoman flesh that she had almost forgotten the one she was currently struggling with. And struggle he did, bothersomely so, "ackgh! Dammit!" she groaned as she was forced off balance.Gwyndolin hit the ground with a solid thud, her shadow cushioning the landing, allowing her to keep a sturdy grip on her blade. The woman grunted as she and her prey wrestled through the mud, the mucky substance coating the witches otherwise generously exposed skin, turning her usual creamy white complexion a muddy brown. She felt his hand reach for her, briefly glancing over her breast, the very breast that had been reserved solely for Roses dexterous hands. A glint of malice flashed through her dark eyes as suddenly she went still, not resisting the fishman's grapple nor attempting to further drive her blade through his heart. The fishman would find a firm grip of the woman's throat, and just as he did he would hear her let out a feral shriek of pain. However it was not by his hand as he may first assume, but instead of her own machination. In her haste to reawaken her shadow it had ended up ripping off a piece of her very essence with it as it detached from her body, though as she saw her shadow rise up above them she knew it was worth it. Despite the fishman's apparent dominant position, the witch simply smiled in satisfaction, and before he could even turn around to see what now loomed over him Gwyndolin twitched her fingers and in an instant her shadow lunged forward, driving it's hand like a dagger right into the center of the merrow's back.RollsAwaken ShadowAt 2017-02-09 21:03:36, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 7 ( 4 HP, 2 hold, take 1d4 damageAt 2017-02-09 21:08:01, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d4 Result: 4 ( - 4 = 19hp Shadow Hunter: attack At 2017-02-09 21:10:35, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 10 ( 1d8 damAt 2017-02-09 21:13:05, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d8 Result: 5 ( DAM to Merrow ( and twisting in the mud or running off into the trees, neither of the fishmen still alive have quite the wherewithal to keep up with the illusionary powers of Serena. So it is when she moves to trace fingers over the chest of the killed fishman that nobody gets into her way. The beast's form imprints upon her mind, another face, another mask.Gwyndolin has somewhat less time for slow, thoughtful contemplation with the aquatic face before her, the beast's head lowering itself to her skin, licking hotly over the upper curve of her breast as it's hands latch into place around her throat. The merrow is heavier than he looks, his form pushing the shadow dancer into the muck as a wide, wicked grin comes across his face. "Pretty little thing, threaten my sister?" He shifts in the muck, agile despite the mud, his thickly muscled legs rubbing wetly against hers, a thick bulge in his loincloth rubbing on pale white thigh. The shriek of pain brings a momentary look of surprise to his face, only to attempt to clamp down further. He catches her smile and begins to scowl, clearly wishing to hold her dominant, only to abruptly twitch.The merrow attempts to turn, looking over past it's shoulder at the shadow being there and collapses to the side, falling off of Gwyndolin into the muck. ( sighed she watched the merrow slump over to the side, his visage buried in the mud, quickly losing the shine and luster that life provided one's body. "Idiot, maybe wait until AFTER you've incapacitated your prey to have your way with them" she muttered, her shadow stretching out it's hand to assist her back up to her feet. She looked down at her body and sighed, her beautiful garments and porcelain skin soiled from their tussle. She felt like a swine who had just taken a roll in the mud, though she supposed it was better a quick roll than getting bred like a sow. She picked her hat off the ground and did her best to wipe away the dirt and muck, replacing it on her head and shooting one last glare down at the fallen foe. Just to be safe she quickly plunged her shadow blade into it's body a few times, wanting to make sure he no longer drew breath.Speaking of breath, her attention was then drawn by the sound of labored gasps and pants. Gwyndolin followed the sound up towards the female merrow, the false leader, still fleeing from the scene of the battle towards her people. Well that certainly wouldn't do. Fortunately these creatures weren't designed to move on land, and even if they had been she was a born hunter, cutting her off would be no difficult task. Sinking down into a nearby shadow Gywndolin emerged further down the tree line, cutting off the merrow's escape path and stepping out in front of the woman, blade drawn, shadow at the ready, "You're not very good at convincing people..." she muttered, her shadow dashing forward to intercept the woman, swinging for her legs in an attempt to incapacitate the merrow without killing her,RollsShadow Hunter: attack At 2017-02-10 12:22:13, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 11 ( 1d8 damAt 2017-02-10 12:23:02, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 ( DAM to female Merrow Running awkwardly through the trees, the final merrow pants and gasps. This was not how the plan was supposed to go. They were supposed to get some easy coin or perhaps a slave or two. This was wrong. This went poorly. She begins to cut back in towards the river, hoping to throw the Delvers off of her trail as she makes her way back. Then abruptly the huntress is before her again. A snarl of surprise and anger comes to her and she attempts to stop, only to find herself tripped and flung forward.She hits the ground hard, attempting to roll up but honestly struggling to do so. She holds up her webbed hands and snarls out, "Stop, stop! I'll talk. I'll work for you. What do you need?" ( usually stern faced Gwyndolin couldn't help but crack a small smirk seeing the fish woman awkwardly tumble to the ground, rolling like an uneven barrel until she was sprawled out before the witch. As the merwoman pleaded and groveled she would find only a dark pair of uncaring eyes staring down at her in response. With a small sigh she undid the knot of her thong with a single flick of her wrist, the garment falling away to reveal her neatly trimmed mound, her lips glistening in the light of the low hanging sun, excited from the trill of the hunt, no matter how brief it had actually been, "you're actually quite lucky you ran, do you know that?" she said, taking both the woman's webbed hands and tying them behind her back using the strings of her thong, the dark beast leather they were crafted from deceptively strong, "normally I wouldn't be all that attracted to your kind, too scaly really..." she explained, grabbing the woman and hefting her up to her knees, looming ominously over her, her shadow standing nearby, already poised to attack, clearly sending the message that she shouldn't attempt anything...fishy, "But the sight of this lithe form in flight...your chest heaving as it draws panicked breaths...eyes darting so swiftly seeking any kind of escape...the look of frustration and fear twisting your features...you actually look quite beautiful like this..." she cooed, a soft yet perverse smile twisting across her lips. Gwyndolin suddenly took a firm grip on the back of the mer's head, stepping closer so that her oozing quim was level to her face, "though you look even more beautiful on your knees, serving your huntress like good prey should" she added, pressing the mer woman's face into her loins and letting out a light shudder, both sets of lips quivering at the strange but not unpleasant texture of the mer's skin grazed her sex, "Go ahead, enjoy your last meal...though if you do well enough you may even live to taste it again..." she instructed, wanting the mer woman to help work out all the frustration this bothersome stop had caused, "would any of you care to join? the female ones don't seem that bad actually" she casually called to her fellow Delvers, her gaze lingering particularly long on Rose, biting her lip as she stared at the other woman, as if she was envisioning the thief in the fish woman's place. ( she had planned to help Gwynn with the two leaders of the band of merfolk, but now... well, now it wasn't like anyone's life was in jeopardy. Except maybe the female merfolk's, but that really was of no consequence to her.Instead she waved Gwynn's offer off, and turned her attention to the river where the one who'd knocked her off her feet had swum away and apparently entertained himself with one of Serena's phantoms. Rose idly wondered just how long that illusion would last, and if he'd be like most men and go comatose after finishing, or if he would feel rather unsatisfied and come back looking for round two. Either way, she figured it was a good time to fetch her knife from his twin brother, and maybe see if there was anything worthwhile in the possession of the fishmen. If nothing else, there was that trident which would suit someone better than a broken club, or possibly even fetch a nice price in the market, should they ever return to somewhere somewhat more civilized. ( a brief moment, the merrow looks as though she has seen some light of hope between Gwyndolin's shapely pale thighs. After all, she's saying more or less kind words to start out. The merrow's arms flex, pushing against the tight bonds of the leather for a moment before releasing. Her pale blue eyes glance to the nearby shadow and for a moment she bares her teeth in it's direction. Then she's pulled up into place by the huntress. Her chest rises and falls fitfully, her dark blue tongue touching her lips briefly, "I can-" she begins before abruptly being stuffed forward. Her eyes widen and she struggles for the briefest of moments before she fully processes Gwyndolin's threat. Her tongue pushes out of her mouth, surprisingly long and agile as it teases between the huntress's folds. Her lightly scaled lips and cheeks rub between soft thighs, her body arching forward to press her perky breast against Gwyndolin. A soft sound of something between pleasure and begging comes from her throat as she kisses, licks, sucks, and teases, her eyes all the while wide with hope.Rose, of course, is looking for a different sort of prize. With expert movement, she comes to the stabbed twin and takes her knife from the corpse. It offers no struggle or movement, clearly quite dead, a pleasant surprise for some adventurers. The trident dropped from it's hand looks to be good steel wrapped in some form of black leather with kelp tying it tightly together in an absolutely expert way. Though it has been sitting on the ground for much of the fight, the kelp seems freshly wetted and possibly even still alive. A quick pat-down of the fish-man finds a shell with some small scratches inside it, a pair of silvery pearls, and a small soaked through coin purse. ( chuckles as the merrow's words were cut off mid sentence, her lips and tongue put to work for a far more important purpose, "shhh...no words, just...mmmmmn very good...." Gwyn sighed as the woman's tongue began to peak out and start tasting her folds. Suddenly the adrenaline rush of combat would mix with the burning pleasure of a lover's tongue and wash over the witch, creating an euphoric sensation commonly refereed to as a "Huntresses High". It was a special kind of pleasure one could only achieve after hunting down a mate, or a "surrogate mate" as the current case may be, "Are you sure? It feelsdelightful...you should jump in now before your heartbeat settles, otherwise it won't be the same..." Gwyndolin cooed to her "true" mate, though she didn't push the issue when Rose instead turned to search the bodies for valuables. She could never understand that woman's priorities, after all riches and coin would linger on that fallen foe's body forever, but this? this electric heat spreading through her loins? It could only be captured during the most fleeting of moments.Shrugging it off Gwyndolin turned her attention back to her new Merrow friend, grabbing her by the sides of the head and gently, but firmly, guiding her head, steering her towards her sweet spots, and softly petting her whenever the fishwoman took the initiative to seek out a particularly sensitive area. Gwyndolin had the woman stick out her long, flexible tongue, and like a woman mounting her male lover the witch grabbed the slick appendage and guided it inside her, sliding down it's length all the way to her lips, the very tip of her tongue teasing the entrance to witches womb. The merrow's taste buds would be washed in the witches honey, her sticky inner walls clinging to her invading tongue as if it where a more masculine appendage, flexing and clenching around it in a perverse massage, "Mmmm yes, good girl, sweet girl..." she cooed, suddenly wrapping one of her legs over the merrow's shoulder and around her neck, trapping her head in a prison of warm, supple thighs, and with the fish woman securely locked in place the witch began to firmly rock her hips, humping against her mouth and fucking her tongue in the most literal sense possible.Now Gwyndolin began to moan in earnest, the sounds of her excitement carrying down the river bank, her juices flowing like wine down the merrow's gullet, "Yes! YES! oh fuck...." she groaned. It didn't take much of this treatment to send the dark witch over the edge, and when her orgasm took her it came not with a piercing scream, but a low, deep groan of pure satisfaction, her whole body shaking and trembling, the soft flesh of her thighs quaking against the merrow's scales as her mouth was flooded in a river of liquid lust. Thankfully she could breath under water, was the logic Gwyndolin used as she stood there and forced the obedient merrow to ride out her entire orgasm buried deep in her quim, her legs locked so tightly that the fish woman would not have been able to pull away to breath even if she wanted to, "Mmmm yes...drink it all in...savor the taste of your huntress..." she cooed softly, finally releasing the poor woman and collapsing onto her knees in front of her, putting her eye to eye with her captive, the witch marveling at how beautifully her scales glistened as they dripped with her juices, "huhf...good job...hufhh..." she muttered with heavy breath, pulling the bound up girl to nestle against her chest as she petted along her top fin. It seemed that she had managed to secure her life after all, if Gwyndolin's affectionate treatment was anything to go by, "So...hufh...find anything useful?" she called back to the others, her mind finally able to refocus on the task at hand now that her mating instincts had been slated. ("A new face," Serena said from seemingly much closer to Gwyndolin and her new pet than she should have been able to get without being noticed but she had a tendency to come and go as she pleased. She looked no worse for wear from the encounter but there was a faint flush to her cheeks and an aroma about her that hinted that she may very much have enjoyed the witch's little show. "They might have more on them but I didn't check. Money and corpses are boring."To the illusionist the whole affair was a little disappointing. A little amusing and a little dangerous but nothing overly stimulating. It had been all muscle and instinct. No finesse at all. Not even enough of a threat to call in No Face from where he followed discretely in the woods watching with his featureless face. The only ones to get any real pleasure out this was Gwyndolin and the fishman vigorously playing with her illusions out in the water. Which reminded her..."Should someone take care of him while he's still distracted?" the halfling asking gesturing towards the remaining brother her eyes speaking volumes about how little she cared about his fate. If his technique had been better she might have cared but after watching she knew that disappointment was all that lay down that road. As it was he was just another loose end. "Killing things is more yours or Rose's thing than mine." ( rifling through the corpses, and claiming what little valuables they had, Rose pocketed the shell, pearls, and pouch. The trident didn't fit her fighting style, though, the fact that the kelp was still wet made her wonder if it was enchanted in some way. Maybe Ushie could use the weapon until they reached a place where it could be sold.A glance down river took Serena's question into consideration. She shrugged,"yeah, someone should probably kill him. We shouldn't leave enemies at our backs."She spoke casually, and despite her words, she didn't seem in any rush to swim downriver and dispatch their foe. ( smirked up at Serena, noting the tinge of red hidden amongst her freckled cheeks, "You know I never understood the need for more faces. The one you have is perfectly lovely as it is" she said coyly. Ofcourse it was a bit of a subtle dig, as Gwyndolin knew the face Serena wore wasn't actually her own, she had spent a good deal of time observing the woman, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever true visage she might be hiding. She had seen many masks, but so far the truth had alluded her. The witch didn't mind too much though, it was exciting in it's own way, like a hunt just with different rules. And instead of claiming Serena's body she was working to claim her secrets instead...ofcourse she wouldn't mind claiming her body as well, hopefully in a situation where she wouldn't just be able to slip away with her illusions. Of course unbeknownst to her Gwyn HAD actually discovered Serena's true face, and she hadn't even noticed it. How foolish she must have seemed to keep searching for something she had already found, "Indeed I agree, I find bodies to be much more fun when there's still life in them" she cooed, stroking her new marrow pet's fin again for emphasis. She smirked and gave Serena a quick look, almost as if to ask if she'd like to try to girl out.Ofcourse before she could consider it the matter of the last remaining Marrow came up. Indeed she had been so caught up in her new pet that she had completely zoned out the muscular fish man violently fucking the water as if it where the finest woman he had ever seen. Then again, seeing how one of those illusions was of Rose it was understandable, for she really WAS the finest woman he (or anyone) had ever seen, "Ah yes, the boorish one..." she muttered, glancing down at the female Marrow, wondering how the two could be of the same species...well, actually it was pretty obvious, they looked very similar in fact, but that was besides the point, "I'll take care of it" Gwyn volunteered, slowly standing up, a bit shaky legged, using Serena for support to pull herself upright, "here watch her" she cooed, guiding the female marrow by the chin until she crawled over to Serena's side, Gwyn handing Serena her staff so the masked mage could bonk the fish woman on the head if she tried to act up. With that said Gwyndolin and her shadow made their way over to the river bank, and not wanting to deal with the current the witch casually flicked her wrist and sent her shadow out to finish the marrow off, taking advantage of his..."distracted state" to slide in and take a few clean strikes at his gills.

Delvers Company_ Finding The Masked Elves

[IC] A Pleasant Stroll Through The Planes

A Pleasant Stroll Through The Planes Recruitment Thread OOC ThreadAbsalom1st of Abadius, 4711 ARThe dawn breaks crisp and bright on the first day of the new year. Birdsong and sunlight trickles in through the half-shut window slats of your cramped room in The Illuminator, an inn run by an old and retired paladin of Sarenrae. The room itself is small, cheap, but relatively comfortable, with two large beds and a nightstand. The walls are built of smooth wood stained a deep brown. The day before, the three of you had arrived in Absalom for many a reason known only to yourself. One of these, surely, was the upcoming Foundation Day festivities, the celebration of the founding of Absalom by Aroden. Posters throughout the city promised exotic foods, exciting performances, and a speech by Lord Gyr of House Gixx. If the others want to doze a bit more, they are happily denied as light floods the room when Sonya throws open the window. Stretching away any remnants of sleepiness, the warrior soaks in the morning sunlight and fresh air, already wide awake."Morning, girls!"she greets the others (or verbally drags them from the grasps of sweet, sweet unconsciousness), with a grin reaching from ear to ear."Hmm, I wonder what's for breakfast,"she considers, only then deciding to wash and dress. It would have been a peaceful scene. Nightly resting atop the covers of her rented bed, fully clothed and clutching her quarterstaff to her chest, as she dreamed sweet dreams of home. She would have risen from her slumber gracefully, somberly, and made her way through her morning rituals. Unfortunately, a certain warrior has decided to throw open the curtains and welcome the searing sunlight.Instead, Nightly lets out a subdued cry of pain as she yanks herself out of bed and onto her feet, rubbing at her own eyes as she stumbles around the immediate area around her bed. She just about manages to steady herself with her staff to narrow her wincing eyes at Sonya."Light! Blindness!"She reminds the woman, gesturing with her staff to enunciate the words."Real thing! Real pain! Imbecile..."She grumbles, turning away as a cloak forms around her tunic, complete with a cowl to cover her face. Aeleren had already been debating whether she should get up or not, the gradually intensifying light seeping through the window's cracks a reminder that the day would begin with or without her. Sonya throwing the windows open wide settled that question decisively. Squinting at the abrupt change in light levels, she raises an arm to cover her eyes. "Mmrrmmphhh..."Nightly's yelp seals it, though, drawing a wince from her at its proximity as she pulls herself up to a sitting position, folding her legs slightly ahead of her. Rubbing at her bleary eyes, she comments "We'll have to find you an eye mask or something, Nightly." She yawns, running a hand through her unruly hair as she does, "'eep 'ou, hahh... From being disturbed so much in the morning."Aeleren pushes the covers back, standing and walking over to the foot of her bed, crouching down a little before hopping to the floor. It had been cheapest to just all share a room, which meant all tallfolk beds. Only two beds meant sharing or the floor, too. Fortunately, Nightly didn't seem to mind the shared space, and at least she didn't fidget much in the night. Bending to her pile of stuff, she plucked her coat out and pulled it on over her underclothes, beginning her preparations for the day. Sonya laughs at her own mistake, her voice strong and hearty."Sorry, sorry. I might need to stop doing that in general, 'cause I haven't met a single morning person in this world yet."Hearing Aeleren's suggestion, she goes"Ooh, there's an idea! How about we go find one of those for you, Nightly, and I'll pay for breakfast?"The drow suddenly finds strong fingers on her temples, circling and applying pressure in all the right ways to massage any remaining pain away. A smirk tugs at Aeleren's lips as Sonya goes over to fuss around the Drow, amusement welling in her as she anticipates Nightly's reaction. Sitting on the floor, she tugs on one boot, then the other. "Is that breakfast for all of us?" She glances up at the towering warrior with a grin, "Or are you just trying to get on Nightly's good graces again."Pushing herself back to her feet, she reached down to her assorted jewellery, affixing her earrings into place as she looked between the others. Nightly meets Sonya's eyes as the woman goes about massaging her temples, the annoyance somewhat fading from her visage."Fine, fine. But you'll have to tell me what one of those is."She says, lightly tapping the end of her staff on the ground as she focuses on the image of a pristine sky, the clouds slowly brushing away to reveal the expanse of the stars. Star-like patterns flow from her feet and up over her head, cleaning the few perceptible specks of dust on her."Will any of you be having a wash?" To Aeleren's question, Sonya responds with"Ha! Both!"as she massages (also asking"One of those what? Eye masks?"). After finishing, she"ooh!"s as she watches the little bit of magic clean Nightly."I was wondering how the spellslingers managed to clean up so quickly in the morning. Can you do that on me? I wonder how that feels." "Yes, eye masks."Nightly responds to the question with a tired look. She taps her staff on the ground, once more conjuring up the image in her mind, a feeling of celestial calm, to conjure the stars that wash over Sonya like a thousand miniature summer breezes."There. Now, how do I look?"She asks, as she runs a hand down her face and, once it's passed, it has shifted into a much more elven look. Her skin is like ivory, her hair sunkissed, her eyes like emeralds plucked from the most royal crowns, and various flowery descriptions. Her scars are also gone.Both of the girls would recognize it as her low-effort elf disguise.Spoiler: Action Hide Nightly is Implanting her Fearsome Guise Trick on herself, using the Disguise Self aspect. Taking 10 on Disguise, for 32. Chortling as she feels the magic wash over her ("Like standing naked in a mountain breeze"which is from the sound of it a positive connotation), Sonya nods once to Nightly."As great as ever. I think the eye masks Aeleren is talking about are like a blindfold you wear in bed so you can snore triumphantly in the face of the morning sun with no craps given."Once done dressing and gearing up in her comfy suit of armor (with a little help) and beast pelt with her sword on her back, Sonya grins to the others."Onwards! A free breakfast awaits you!" Aeleren finishes dressing herself, pushing her hair up away from her face with her headband. She glances up at Sonya, "Yup, that's right! They're great for when you just want a little longer before getting up, lost mine ages ago though." She grins, "And I'll be ready in a sec."She performs a quick series of hand gestures, her hair taming itself somewhat and clothes becoming less crumpled and cleaner as well. She smiles at the other two, "Ready. And you look great, Nightly."Spoiler: OoC Hide Aeleren's using her 1/Day Prestidigitation to make herself presentable, just in case it was unclear Nightly nods in approval and acknowledgment as her roommates compliment her appearance. She waits for Aeleren to finish fixing herself up before striding up beside Sonya and down the stairs. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 ARThe main hall of the inn is already bustling with activity, with many patrons already arrived to eat and several more having already finished their meals. Waiters and waitresses flit between the tables, taking orders and filling drinks. You find a small unoccupied (and recently cleaned) booth near the edge of the room and before too long, a cheerful waitress with short white hair and pale skin pops up beside your table."Good morning and welcome to the Illuminator! My name is Tena Adler and I'll be taking care of you three today.""For breakfast, we have our standard eggs and sausage combo, a bowl of cabbage soup, a bowl of grits and gravy, and the festival special, a rich stew with exotic spices from Qadira."She smiles at each of you as a faint blue pattern swirling under her skin, a clear indicator of her elemental heritage."So what will you ladies have?"Spoiler: Knowledge (the planes) DC 10 Hide She's a sylph. Sonya's smile radiates back to the waitress."Hey Tena, I'm Sonya,"she greets, taking in the woman's appearance with appreciation and curiosity, evidently having rarely seen her kind.Hearing about the options, she rubs her hands."Ooh, bring on the festival special! And eggs and sausage, too."If everything is paid upfront, Sonya pays for Nightly's and Aeleren's meals, and tips well, to boot. Tipping seems to be very important in this world, she learned. It's like instant happiness for waiting staff. Aeleren nods at Sonya's order, "That does sound good. I think just the special for me, though, nothing extra."She leans back in her chair, enjoying the sounds and smells of the surrounding room. Her eyes scan around, idle curiosity leading her to wonder how many of the other patrons were native, and how many had come just for the festival.Spoiler: OoC Hide Aeleren's just passively looking for anyone with an exotic appearance, purely for her own curiosity's sake. Taking 10 on the perception for 17. Also, knowledge planes to recognise Sylphiness - (1D20+8)[19] Nightly takes her seat at one of the end seats of the booth and props her staff up beside her, between her and the wall."I'll have what she has."She nods in Aeleren's direction and only briefly glances at the waitress. She keeps a shadowed eye on the other guests of The Illuminator, watching for thieves that are bound to be about.Spoiler: Perception Hide (1d10+11)[17] "What are we going to be doing today, then?"Nightly asks, abruptly resuming a conversation that probably started the day before. She looks between her two table-sharing companions with eyes that look slightly sinister even when painted with a lovely elf exterior. Aeleren folds her arms on the table in front of her, lowering her head the short distance needed to rest her chin on her arms. "Mmm... Not sure. I know the speech is today, but those are always so dry." Her eyes light up as a thought occurs, sitting up straighter as she continues, "Oh! I think I heard there was a showcase for a new Monk's school, might be worth checking out? They're always really flashy to watch, almost makes me wish I had the build for it." When she hears about the monks, Sonya slaps the table twice and briefly points to Aeleren."Oh yeah, I'm for that one, after we've got a nice mask for Nightly. That sounds good. I myself don't really have plans, just generally want to look around town. I hear there are some impressive buildings in Ascendant Court and someone told me I could compete in the Irorium, whatever that is, so maybe we can check that out as well?" Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Okay~! Three specials and one eggs and sausage!"Tena beams widely and nods, accepting Sonya's payment and tip with a grateful smile."Thank you. And what would you ladies like to drink? We have a wide selection of hard and soft drinks to choose from!"She pauses for a second, then pipes up again in a hesitant voice."Um... if you don't mind me interrupting... the Irorium is a large stadium for gladiatorial fights. They're doing the preliminary matches starting this afternoon, so if you want to sign up, you might want to head over soon. The actual tournament is going to be tomorrow! There'll be a lot of skilled fighters there, so I'm really excited to go see it!"Despite starting out softly, she finishes her explanation with a deeply excited expression on her face.Spoiler: Aeleren Hide You see a fancily dressed lady with grey hair and blue eyes in a red dress. While the dress is nice, the oddest part is the complex and twisting tattoo taking up nearly half of her face. You see a thin dwarf with silver hair and blue eyes and a thin moustache dressed in light chainmail. He appear unarmed but has a sable ferret by his side. Spoiler: Nightly Hide There doesn't appear to be any thieves. "What God do the Monks follow? I wouldn't object to a chance to corner one once they're done dancing for the children."Nightly replies to Aeleren, idly fingering the staff propped up beside her before her head flicks to the waitress still beside them."Water. Neat. With a cherry on one of those little sticks." "Do you have mead? Just water if not."Hearing about the Irorium, there is the look of realization on Sonya's face, followed by seeming pretty miffed."People fight to the death for sports here? That sounds pretty backwards." Aeleren frowns in thought at Nightly's question, "I don't know, maybe one of the martial ones? I think they're just dedicated rather than being religious..."Question answered, she then smiles up at Tena, "Oh, whatever you'd recommend, but nothing too strong for me. Plenty of day still to come, don't want to get started too early."She shakes her head with another smile at Sonya, "No, I don't think it's to the death, I'd be really surprised if it was! I think it's just a big show of how good you are at hitting things, fighting until one side surrenders, that kind of thing." She leans forward, a conspiratorial note in her voice, "I think some of it might even be staged to be honest. Probably not the tournament itself, but the other bits. I bet it's easier to make a good show if you can plan out what'll happen, right?" Sonya inclines her head."That sounds just as weird. I think I'll stick to watching some actual matches so I don't accidentally take someone's arm or leg off." "Mask, monks, and mutilation."Nightly lists off, eyes flicking between the two women sharing her table."...I've had worse days." Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Okay! Fancy water, mead, and... hm, let's go with an iced light drink."Tena lists off your orders with a smile."Oh, no no! There's a spell on the arena that prevents inflicting lethal wounds, so you can go all out without fear of hurting someone."She hurriedly shakes her head at Sonya, chuckling sheepishly. Pausing for a second, she scratches the back of her head with a light blush."A-Actually, I think you'd do pretty well in the fights. I'd like seeing what you could do."She then turns to Aeleren with a slight pout."They are not staged. ...um, at least, I don't think so..."She trails off and shrugs."Ah, I'll go place your orders now! They'll be out soon!" Hearing about the spell, the implications start to form in Sonya's mind and laughter bursts out of her. Wiping a tear away, she says among further aftershocks of giggling"So that's how therapy works in this town!"The warrior needs a moment to recover, straightening back up, also now enjoying the aftereffects of the nice workout her laughing provided."Yeah, I think I'll compete. That sounds hilarious!" Nightly stares at Sonya throughout the duration of her laughing fit, then waits for the waitress to depart before leaning back in her seat."If you keep laughing, your face will get stuck that way."She warns the warrior. Aeleren grins up at the waitress, "Or... They're staged really well! Looking forward to the food, thanks!"Nightly's comment just widens her grin, "Nothing wrong with looking cheerful!" She tilts her head to one side, "Think you might give it a try too? Don't know if they allow magic, but it might be fun?" "From what I've seen, people are more likely to crap their pants when facing someone with a smile and blood in their face than looking mad with blood in their face, so that's alright with me."To the waitress, Sonya adds a nod."Looking forward to it." Nightly shakes her head at Aeleren's question."Crowds are allergic to me. They break out in mobs and poor hygiene." Aeleren shrugs, "I'm sure they could put up with you long enough," She smirks, "I mean, we've managed to so far." Nightly considers the Gnome's words for a moment, as she taps her fingers on her staff."I suppose I could beat them into submission with my charm."She muses for a few moments, then shakes her head."No, I think not. It's been far too long since I've taken up a weapon. Best leave it to Sonya and her chest of many muscles." "You probably are way too classy for the whole thing anyway, and I'm entering to see how silly that adult butt spanking contest is gonna get. I'll deliver some in your honor."Sonya Cheshire Cats for a moment while resting her chin on her knuckle. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Here you go! I hope you enjoy your drinks!"Tena comes back with your drinks, a cup of water with a cherry on a stick for Nightly, a frothing mug of mead for Sonya, and a faintly glowing blue drink for Aeleren."Your food will be out in a few minutes. "Thanks!"Sonya raises her mug to bump it against those of the others, if they want, announces"Skål!"and takes a hearty gulp."Ohh, it's been way too long." Nightly, before doing anything with her drink, pictures a dark shoulder being sliced open, blood falling into a chalice as a group of shadowed figures watch for the telltale sizzle of corruption.Spoiler: Detect Poison Hide She's casting it. Spoiler: Detect Poison Hide No poison is detected. Aeleren's eyes widen slightly as the drinks are brought out, giving an appreciative "Ooohhh" at the sight of her own, faintly glowing one."Thanks!" She grins at the other two, "That's not quite what I was expecting when she said a 'light' drink."She raises the glass at Sonya's toast, gently tapping it against the much larger mug. She takes a tentative sip, curious as to what the unusual beverage would taste like. Nightly holds her cherry on a stick in her right hand as she takes a sip of her water and focuses on Sonya."Skål?"She asks."What language is that?" "That of the people of Midgard, like me. You probably won't find anyone else speaking it anymore, what with the sky having fallen, unless you happen across the halls of our Lords and Ladies where the dead rest and celebrate."Sonya happily explains. It would also explain the slight accent that shifts Sonya's Common towards harder consonants and pronouncing vowels somewhat differently at times."Skål was our usual toast." "Would it please you to have it recorded? Languages are something of a specialty for me."Nightly offers, pausing for a moment."But if that was the language of your home, how long did it take to learn the common tongue?" "If you'd like to record it, I'd be happy to help. I'm fine either way. My world was meant to end and the fallen sing in their mother tongue in the halls of our gods, so oblivion is of little concern for me."As for learning common, Sonya crosses her arms, shifts her mouth to one side and looks to the ceiling as she tries to remember."A month, maybe? I wasn't really paying attention to the passage of time or at what point I could be considered to have learned what is called Common. It helped that this language is a lot simpler than my mother tongue, childs' play compared to what the alfar spoke, and half-braindead compared to the languages of Asgard and Niflheim. There was also a surprising amount of words I could more or less derive from or guess at because of languages I knew or other smatterings. The common tongue is fun, though. Complete mongrel of a language, but pretty much everyone can more or less get across what they mean, maybe with help of hands and feet at times, even if their grammar is almost non-existant and their vocabulary limited to a pamphlet." Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 ARAfter a few minutes, Tena comes tottering back with three bowls and a plate balanced all over her arms. She comes to a halt in front of your table and sets them down in front of you. The festival special stew is a rich brown with various chunks of meat and vegetables, and a powerfully savory scent. The eggs and sausage, while less exciting, glistens with freshness and oil and a wholesome scent."And here we are! Three festival specials and a plate of eggs and sausage!"She gives you three a deep bow and smile."I hope you enjoy your meal! If you need anything, please call me over." A slight smirk creases the edge of Nightly's lips as Sonya gives her thoughts on the common tongue."A language anyone can learn is a language no one should."She says."The wisdom of my mentor in linguistics. She taught me the most difficult lessons, and not entirely out of spite. If an angel ever wants to talk with the likes of you, they're desperate enough to bring their own dictionary. And then I'd have to recite my translation of Melodies of Inner Beauty into Goblin; a language so violent that a simple greeting scars your tongue."As their stew arrives, she goes through her previous motions of searching for poison, and gently pulls her spoon closer to the bowl. Spoiler: OOC Hide No poison is detected. "Nothing says 'I love you' like sounding you want to gut them in an alley and sell their entrails to a soup kitchen,"Sonya adds her own little bit of mischief."More power to your mentor, I guess, if that's how she rolls. I like Common. It's a funny language and there is something comforting about the notion that you will always be understood if you want to party, have sex, or say their mother can't cook. Plus, it has a word for throwing people out of a window, so that gets bonus points from me."When the food arrives, Sonya rubs her hands together in anticipation, inhaling the various scents."Thanks! You probably won't hear anything from me becausebrwlbrlwb,"stuffing sausage and eggs in her mouth to underline her eloquent notion. Setting her unusual drink down, Aeleren smiles at the turn the talk at the table has taken. "I never really thought about what Common was like as a language. I mean, my parents made sure I learned Gnomish, but we only ever really spoke Common around the house." She gives a light shrug, followed by a smile and "Oh! Thankyou!" as their food is delivered.She tilts her head at Sonya, "Doesn't that make you feel a bit sad, though? About your world ending, I mean. I know everything comes to an end sooner or later, but I don't think I've met anyone who's so unconcerned about it all." Sonya smiles in return, in a more calm manner, speaking between eating and drinking."I don't know how others who survived their world ending handled it, but we had the advantage of knowing that it would come, as did our ancestors centuries ago. We knew we were born into a dying world and that we would make ourselves the best we could be, both in the eyes of our gods and in our own, so that when we find our way into the halls our of Lords and Ladies, we walk with our head held up high, take our place at their table, and tell our stories, whether in life or death. So in truth, what is most important to me about my world, namely my people, are not gone, same with the tales and the memories from before my world was a frozen battlefield. One day, I'll find my way to my Lady Freyja's hall and meet them again over a tankard of mead, or a thousand."Her smile grows a bit wider, mischief in her eyes."And until then, I'll be collecting a great many more stories and memories to entertain my people with. It's like an extra reward on top of the journey I am already on."With that, Sonya dips a sausage in the soup, takes a bite, and spoons soup right after."Damn this is good!" Nightly, who's been slowly consuming her stew through this last bout of conversation, idly stirs the bowl with her spoon."What will happen with the people you meet here, once you head to Freyja's domain?"She asks."If you become attached to somebody, will they get to go with you? If they do, will they be able to meet the other people they've met, who might have gone to other afterlives? Are there other, known afterlives where you're from?" Swallowing one of the eggs, Sonya points to Nightly with her spoon."Good questions! The thing is that we do not know everything, especially when it comes to other worlds. We did not travel the planes, at most we know of tales about some of us getting to travel to the realms above and below Midgard, our world. So when it comes to other people coming with me, the answer is a definitive: maybe. That is a bridge I will need to cross when I get there. As for the afterlives, we knew there was contact between our gods and their followers, even if visiting from Asgard to Midgard to Helheim took some doing, but we aren't averse to challenges."Sonya draws three horizontal lines in the air with her hand, going lower with each one to represent the alignment of the realms."However, the gods had left our world some time ago in anticipation of the end of the world, as was foretold, so their halls may no longer be in Asgard or Helheim. That is another unknown to us, because it simply didn't matter to us. Perhaps they are in an entirely new world now. Perhaps they have, in a way, migrated into this Great Wheel and have become part of it, just like I was more or less shunted here. From what I could gather so far, the Great Wheel is a whole lot bigger than the World Tree that connected the realms of my homeworld. Whole lot of infinities and layers and places in the middle of infinities and infinite layers somehow circling back to themselves and all that. There is only one way to find out, and that is by travelling more." Nightly made an interested noise as she swallowed a mouthful of her stew and absorbed Sonya's knowledge."You mentioned that there were three afterlives, now moved. To which of these did the elves of your home travel?" "Two afterlives, more or less, one above, one below. As for alfar, same as everyone else, either going to Helheim or the halls of the gods, most commonly Freyr's, as the lord of Alfheim, the home of the alfar. Fun fact: some alfar took issue with being called elves, feeling like the word is like a bastardization of their noble name. However, those fellows also refused to call us human instead of their alfar equivalent, so, eh, people are people, pointy ears or no."Sonya shrugs, finishing her plate by wrapping the last bit of sausage in the last egg and eating the whole thing. Onwards to the rest of her soup."So, what's it like for you people?"She asks both Aeleren and Nightly."I hear there's the whole good-evil-law-chaos thing and your soul gets filed into the appropiate afterlife based on that?" Aeleren looks down at her food, pushing it around as she frowned in thought. "... There's a lot of different afterlives... You'd need to talk to a priest really to learn about all of them, but basically it all depends on how you are during your life. Be a good person, get a good afterlife. Be a bad person, you don't." She shrugs, "You don't really know for sure what's going to happen until the end, though. I mean, you can hope, but..." She shrugs again. "I'd like to have a word with whoever came up with that system."Nightly scowls, as she puts her spoon down."If you're bad, you get surrounded by other bad people, ruled by an exceptionally bad person, so you end up with a collection of even worse people. You'd think Gods would understand the definition of 'redemption'. Or 'not having hordes of demons throw themselves at your domain'." "Maybe we'll find 'em and have a chat, who knows?"Sonya suggests with the slightest bit of cheek, swallowing the rest of her soup afterwards."I don't know about you girls, but I'm ready to start the day." Aeleren smiles at Sonya's suggestion, "I think gods have better things to do with their time than field questions from mortals."She glances down at her own half-eaten dish when Sonya suggests moving on. She considers trying to wolf down what's left, but finds the prospect unappealing. "Yeah... Ok, I'm ready to go when you two are." The warrior casts a faux-stern look across the table."Oh come on, now, I don't screw friends out of food and drink! You finish your meal at your own pace, then we can go explore." Aeleren grins at Sonya's mock serious look. "Heh, I won't keep you waiting too much longer, I promise."Making good on her promise, she starts to dig back into her food, forging ahead through the provided portion. Nightly, briefly glancing at the hungry hungryhalflinggnome, removes her cherry on a stick from her cup of water and bites its head off. Aeleren finishes up her meal, savouring the last of it before finally pushing her dish away. Beaming at the other two, she said "Ok, now I'm ready to go." "Right then!"Sonya gets up from her seat and heads for the exit, waving Tena goodbye as she goes. Once outside, she says"First things first: snazzy masks! There's gotta be shops for stuff like that somewhere 'round here."When in doubt, there's the Merchant's Quarter. It has Merchant in the title, there's gotta be merchants! Nightly rises from her seat and departs the inn with a swooping stride."Perhaps a seamstress."She remarks, as Sonya makes her enthusiasm for finding sleepwear clear."Assuming they haven't all been worked to the bone by nobles commissioning countless corsets for the festival." "Good business in making fat nobles feel too fat and lie to themselves at the same time, though. Self-punishment seems to be a thing of higher circles. Can't otherwise explain why they'd want to wear something that squeezes their innards together like they want to become a living sausage." Aeleren follows the pair out of the inn, stretching her arms above her head as she did. "Mmm... Well, I like the look of corsets." She tilts her head, conceding "Probably not those awful super tight ones, just, y'know, something that gives a little shape?" She waves her hands around her own waist to emphasise her point.She smiles up at the other two, "There's probably a stall somewhere in the markets selling the masks, too. Might even be cheaper than the shops?" "At least it distracts them from other-punishment."Nightly comments on Sonya's words, then raises an eyebrow at Aeleren."You can get the same effect with a length of rope. And a diet."She considers her words regarding finding a market, and, apparently finding them wanting, strides up to the nearest guard."You don't seem to be doing much. Where can we find sleep mask?" Aeleren raises an eyebrow at Nightly's comment, "Are you saying I need to go on a diet?" Before she can get a reply, the Drow is already talking to the town guard. Instead, she looks up at Sonya and pulls a face, "Give it to me straight, do I eat too much?" "You eat like a healthy human child, so I guess no?"Sonya shrugs. Aeleren grins, playfully nudging Sonya with her elbow, "That's a relief then, I was worried Nightly was expecting me to follow after you with muscle building." "Only if you want to do my brand of magic that usually involves hitting things."Sonya grins."Or are you interested in working out for other purposes? Lots of ways to do it, doesn't need to involve weights and long routines." Aeleren grins, "Not that interested in working out, I was just messing around." She glances down at herself, then back up at Sonya, "Like I said, I don't think I've really got the build to be doing any fancy stuff." A knowing chuckle is the first response, followed by"Oh, how often I have heard that. You'd be amazed what the average fellow can achieve with just a little effort. But fair enough." "Pffttt, you say a little effort," Aeleren grins, "But I've seen what it can take, and I'd just as soon give it all a miss."She turns her attention to the guard, idly wondering if he actually would know somewhere to pick up a mask for Nightly or not. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Thank you! Have a nice day!"Tena calls out and waves to you three, collecting your plates as you leave.The guard in question glares slightly at Nightly and gestures over to the east."Yeah, the marketplace has some festival masks near the eastern entrance. And there's a large clothing shop by the fountain that might have some masks." "Thank you. May your next...hour or so be pleasant."Nightly taps her staff on the ground and pictures one of the ever-so-fashionable higher-class people of Absalom. The guard will find that their cloak, and hence they, smell like whatever pleasant perfume is popular.Spoiler: Prestidigitation Hide To make the guard smell wonderful. Going by Cloak of Resistance, cloaks generally weigh one pound. Who knew? "There's a purveyor of clothes by the fountain, and festival masks by the East entrance."She reports."The fountain sounds better. Fewer pickpockets." "In if there still are pickpockets, there is a fountain to dump them into."With that, Sonya heads towards said fountain where masks live. And Nightly follows. Aeleren grins, "Sounds good!"As she walks, Aleren does indeed rest a hand on her coin purse, idly glancing around to make sure nobody tried to part her from her money.Spoiler: OoC Hide Aeleren's taking 10 on Perception to take note of anyone getting close enough to try pickpocketting Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"You're... welcome?"The guard appears slightly confused by Nightly's farewell, but seems to enjoy the pleasant scents of wildflowers surrounding him.The market area near the fountain is tightly packed with festival goers and it's a rather slow process of pushing through the crowds. However, as you reach the fountains, the large sign proclaimingTHE MITHRAL EMPORIUMis clearly visible. In the shop windows are a dazzling array of outfits both mundane and high society. As you enter, a rotund gnome with a ridiculously gaudy hat appears in front of you."Ah, welcome, welcome, ladies! What brings you to our fine store?"Spoiler: Aeleren Hide Considering the crowd, there are many people close enough, but none appear to have taken anything from you. Nightly looks down at the gnome, focusing on his hat, then to her friends."I thought our goal was to avoid eye-searing." Aeleren grins broadly at her fellow Gnome, offering him a bob of the head in greeting. She turns to look at Nightly as she makes her comment, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "Come on, play nice! That's the best hat I've seen in quite some time!" She turns back to the merchant, "Don't mind her, she doesn't know greatness when she sees it. We were hoping to pick up some eye-masks? For sleeping?" Since Aeleren has outlined what they are looking for nicely already, Sonya looks around, wearing a Cheshire grin because of the outfits she is seeing (and how ridiculous(ly uncomfortable/impractical) some of them look). Nightly surreptitiously steps a little closer to Aeleren with her staff-holding hand, comparing the height of both gnomes to its length. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Ah, thank you, thank you! I made it myself."The hatted gnome laughs good-naturedly and heads off to the left, beckoning you to follow. He is slightly shorter than Aeleren, perhaps by an inch or two."And certainly! We have a wide selection of colors for you to choose from. Which one of you fine young ladies will be getting one then? Or perhaps each of you want one?" "The purpose of the mask is to blind me."Nightly states, coolly."What does it matter what color it is?" Aeleren rolls her eyes, nudging Nightly with her elbow, "Just pick one you like the colour of. Not everything's about function."She walks over to the display, clasping her hands behind her back as she looks though the options on display. After a thorough examination, she pulls out a dark green one, turning it over in her hands. Looking up at the merchant with a smile, she says "I think I'll take this one for myself!" "I'm good. The masks are for protecting the girls from my morning antics,"Sonya replies happily. Nightly nods in agreement with Sonya and moves over to one of the red eyemasks. She doesn't touch it yet, just examines it where it sits.Spoiler: Appraise Hide Taking 10 for 21. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Your friend is right. While the color doesn't matter when it's in use, that aspect of the mask really stands out when it's not in use."The shopkeeper grins back at Aeleren."Ah, that's a good choice! Matches your necklace nicely." "And... morning antics?"He raises an eyebrow in confusion."I'm afraid I don't follow."Spoiler: Nightly Hide The eyemasks are 2 gp each. Spoiler: All Hide You notice that a tall male elf with unnaturally pale skin and hair wearing a long coat with boots and gloves seems to have been following you around the store for a while, though keeping his distance.Spoiler: Sonya Hide You notice that the pale skin appears to be makeup. "Meaning I rise early and let the sun in."Once the gnome turns to one of her companions, Sonya nudges the other, muttering"Oy, drow admirer in disguise over there." Nightly is about to step away from the mask when Sonya whispers to her, and she nods, then takes the mask and brings it to the Gnome."I would like this. I expect the price is somewhere in the range of four gold pieces for both?" Aeleren's grin broadens at the shopkeeper's compliment, "Yeah, thanks! Though I don't think I'll be wearing both at the same time too often." She nods at Sonya's explanation, "Yup, not always ready for it, so hopefully the masks will help!"She glances up at her two companions as Sonya starts to whisper, frowning as she briefly glanced behind her. Noticing the same elf still nearby, she wondered if that might be the cause of the sudden slip into subtlety. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Indeed they are!"The shopkeeper looks mildly impressed at Nightly's correct estimate and holds out his hand for the money. He chuckles and nods to Sonya."Ah, I see! Not morning folk, your friends?"The elven stalker doesn't appear to notice that you've noticed him. Aeleren smirks, rolling her eyes, "Depends on if you class 'opening the curtains at the crack of dawn' as 'morning person' activities." "I do!"Sonya cheekily clarifies, before adding"You people have no idea how good you have it with the mornings you get here." Nightly impatiently taps her fingers on her staff, as the so-called banter continues. The idea is to get out as quickly as possible and away from the random passers-by! "And that's the sound of wanting to continue sightseeing,"Sonya quips. Once the transaction is done, she wishes the gnome a nice day and strolls out of the shop. Aeleren glances up at Sonya and shrugs, before offering the merchant another broad smile, "Thanks again, have a good day!"Following after the Human woman, she twirls her newly acquired mask on her finger a couple of times before secreting it away in her pack. "So..." She threw a casual glance backward as they left, a faint frown on her face as she tried to determine if the Elf really was tailing them, "You guys ok?" "No. I left my non-decoy coinpurse in our room."Nightly replies, half-turning to the Gnome."I'd rather it not be thieved on the day thousands of foreigners have rented rooms and will be absent from them all day. If the thieves of Absalom aren't taking advantage of that, I'd be disappointed."She lies. She mostly just wants somewhere private to talk, but she can't very well say that while they might be being eavesdropped upon. Absalom1st of Abadius, 4711 AR"Thank you for your business!"The shopkeeper waves to you as you leave with your newly bought sleep masks. He seems very happy at the sale.The elf stalker, on the other hand, follows you at a distance, clearly attempting to keep his distance while severely underestimating your skills of perception. "Let's go collect it, shall we?"Nightly asks her friends, then starts striding back to the inn. "Mhm,"Sonya agrees, sauntering back to the inn. Aeleren ambles after the other two, "I'll remind you to pick it up tomorrow, keep this from happening again."She repressed the urge to glance over her shoulder again, trying not to let on that she knew about their shadow.

[IC] A Pleasant Stroll Through The Planes

The Captive Fairy Queen (ff & Finothing)

Olympia woke in her chains. Green eyes fluttered open and flitted about her new prison-home.Was the King's private chambers? She could not recall being transported here.The small fairy-woman moved her limbs, getting a feel for what freedom she had, and what freedoms were taken from her. Her wrists were shackled together resting against her bosom. But her long legs were free to shift around on the cushion where she had been placed. It was a bed, soft for a prisoner. Then again, she was the Queen of the North kingdom, and even her rival should afford her the respect of a silky place to lay her head. Her blond hair was pinned to her head in a small bob. Only a day ago she had been fighting and it had needed to be free from her face. Now she could feel that her body was still covered in her various ornamented rings, the badges of the Northern fairies' warriors. She had not been born into her title. Olympia had fought and been elected the best leader by the mostly female population. A warrior Queen possessing both agility and magical prowess that rendered invaders defenseless. That she was petite, soft and beautiful was never mentioned. All creatures knew not to cross her.Yet here she lay the captive of the Southern fairy King. He had personally taken her in battle and won. She gave orders for her soldiers to save themselves while they could and had been taken prisoner by the King, shackled in gold and given a potion to bring her sleep.That was why when Queen Olympia woke on the soft bed with hands shackled and body mostly free, she assumed the worst.A marriage by force. Her armor had been taken, all except the golden bracelets that decorated her tan skin on the arms and legs. Only her green leafy slip remained, breasts half-exposed and her womanly region scantily covered. She could not feel the crown on her head. Her wings were hidden by her glamor magic, as she had no need for them at the moment. But when they did appear they were a silky green that matched her eyes.Of course, he would probably "ask" to wed her. Her answer would not matter. He had won her in battle.Olympia remained lying and took a deep gulp of the aroma in the room. She lie her head back and decided to meet this fate with some honor and dignity. This King was mighty after all. It was not as if she lost to an unworthy opponent. He was not there. And then he was.The prismatically shimmering cloak occluded a broad-shouldered seven-foot frame. Its head, and a mocking silver mask, obscured head and face, and something about the shape of the hood hiding the head was uncanny.“Your rings and bracelets and anklets I have left you. This is not a kindness, though should you learn proper obedience and perfect submission, later kindnesses may be earned. No, these things were left upon you because it pleases me to see your beautiful body girded so. Encircled so. Shackled so. Feel the metal. Focus your consciousness on the rings of metal about you. This is your new reality. Your purpose. Your destiny.”He moved closer. It wasn’t clear if he stepped with an unusually level gait, or simply drifted.“Your queenly crown, you wonder? Ah yes. A crown will not do. And yet, I can promise you that every iota of it will be given back to you.”His right arm rose, and as the robe fell back, finally, flesh could be seen. The skin shone with the golden hue of the molten metal of that name, shimmering and refracting light as the musculature of the forearm rippled. A hand of magnificent span held aloft a leash and collar - made of the same metal and gems as her crown had been.“This is your crown. Become a collar. In ceremony you will be collared. As mine. Owed utterly. Forevermore.” Olympia felt his presence before she heard it.His face was still concealed by the golden mask, his voice cold and far from her, even as he approached her. She was a clever woman, despite her infamous temper. So she held her tongue as the King revealed these facts to her. Her chest did begin to rise and fall with the hints of panic.She was chained before a creature much larger than herself and at his mercy.When her eyes fell to the collar, they could not help but narrow. How dare he! Deface her crown with this mockery!Her own piercing eyes rose, trying to penetrate the face beneath the mask. The foe whose expression she had never glimpsed fully.Even despite her fears and indignation, she noted the powerful frame her foe sported. Something which made her groin twitch, though she closed her legs tightly."And so I am to be a slave?" she asked through gritted teeth. She managed to keep her voice smooth despite high emotion. “To be slave to the Horned One is an honor many mortal maidens dream of abed, and precious few could ever be worthy of.” He lifted back his oversized hood, to reveal bronze flowing hair - and from his brow sprouted a pair of stag antlers.Slowly, stoically, he let the shimmering robe fall away from his broad shoulders, to reveal a body of golden skin shaped like a statue of a god. Now bare to the waist, he wore pants shimmering like the robe, which bulged conspicuously at the groin, and which could not hide the meaty size and shape of his hidden quadriceps. Still he wore the silver mask, but a great jawline and flashing quicksilver eyes could be seen.At his waist was coiled a whip of braided brown leather, the braiding so tight it was shaped more like a long strand of big beads than a straight cylindrical surface. “Hide of a manticore,” he explained almost casually and took the thing in his left hand.“I have sensed that a maintenance whipping is called for. What this means is that it is done for no specific slight - although the barest tins of your tone and face just now raise an eyebrow, and there is of course the matter of your daring to resist my conquest in the first place - but rather as a general reminder, and as all-important conditioning, as to what your proper place is, and waht it means to attempt - ever in vain, I will promise you - to deviate.”“There will be many things I will not explain to you, and never will I feel obliged. But in cases where an exposition of cause and effect will further your training and learning, I may deign to.""You are going to be whipped now. As time goes on you are going to be used, and humiliated, and it may be made a public spectacle that many may bear witness to the natural order of things being enforced. Now, prepare for the pain. Learn to love it!”The whip made a terrible thunderclap of a sound as it flashed back over his head, sweeping around and over the antlers. His left pectoral and tricep bulged as he brought the whip down, hard as an executioner swings a battle axe. The tip of the braided thing struck right upon Olympia’s belly button, a millisecond after the dozen nearest braids slashed down across her left thigh. Olympia, again, knew better than to speak out. The King's ways were cold and metallic. She ran her tongue over her lips and gulped a breath in preparation. More of her captor's body was revealed to her and she could not help but gander. Her mouth gaped slightly at the beauty of the sight. She shut it quickly and met his eyes. Even those commanded obedience. But there was something else... though, Olympia could not place a finger on it.The bulge between the King's legs soon absorbed all of the fairy Queen's attention. In her own kingdom's bedchamber she was an insatiable minx, though none made mention of this. None dared, for they feared her iron fist and to most she was beloved. How many lovers she held was unimportant. Though none she had given her heart to. Now the promise of a large cock threw her off guard. Until the belt caught her attention.Olympia's nails sank into the sheets of the bed and she bit her lip. Blonde brows raised and for a fleeting second, true fear could be seen across her angelic face. She met with his gaze again and gulped. She very nearly nodded in understanding. The fear hid in her bosom, held close to her heart. Humiliation, she feared. But she would not beg. No, her pride would not allow her that.When the whip struck her flesh through the thin slip over her stomach, a tiny gasp escaped and her eyes shut. Her thigh smarted also with the pain of the rough punishing weapon. "Ah!" she nearly screamed. Her bare skin, unguarded against the mean instrument, left her feeling like one of the helpless maidens he had mentioned. She shut her eyes and cringed, awaiting the next blow. Her slip had fallen a few inches, revealing a hardened nipple that peaked from under the green gauzy material. But her hands were shackled and she could not so much as even cover herself back up. Under the tiny skirt of the slip she wore but a scant pair of underwear, leaving little to the imagination. Only her sex was covered, both buttocks felt the soft green material riding up as she squirmed against the whip. The King watched with amusement the lacerating of the green slip where the braided whip tore its way through and into flesh.“Hmm,” he stepped closer, until, when he held the whip high so that it dangled straight down, it threateningly caressed Olympia’s skin. “Your own body betrays you, just as your ill-fated resistance was a betrayal.” The whip glided over the erect exposed nipple, and he swished it back and forth, rubbing, teasing, stimulating it with the intermittent brushes of the braided leather against her pert peak of flesh.“Your body begins to learn, at least,” he turned his gaze away, silver mask impassive as ever. “Many more lessons remain - especially for your will.”He turned and walked, as if to leave the chamber - but then he spun about on one heel, and lashed.The whip tip struck the exposed nipple like a thunderbolt. He yanked the whip back, and struck across the other breast, splitting the slip there. Then again, lower, causing the skirt to split, exposing thigh and side of buttock.Again and again the King lashed the chained Olympia, merciless and precise, striking leg and stomach, bosom and cheek, these last like hard backhands that jolted her face left and right. “Every time hereafter you let the merest shadow of a thought of insubordination into your thoughts, however fleeting...you shall feel this punishment again, as fresh as it is now.” She met his gaze through his mask, trying to penetrate with only her eyes. What expression did he wear beneath the silver mask? And why would he wear it now? While he played with his new toy?"Ah!" she squeaked as the whip licked her breast. It burned from the punishment. She gasped when the other breast was struck, ripping the fabric and exposing her other nipple. As Olympia's body was punished at his whip, she tried not to struggle much. It was both for pride and for practical reasons. The more she cooperated with him, the less pain there would be for her and less work for him. But the whip left her body burning and her eyes watered. Tears began to fall from the pain.Olympia was a powerful creature but it did not mean her skin was hard. It was soft and not accustomed to the whip. Her face slapped back and forth, she shut her eyes tight and kept them that way, the tears beginning to stream. Her chest heaved, the now half-exposed bosom rising and falling.She tried to relax her muscles. If he began to punish her flesh again it would hurt less if she was not tense. Her lip had begun to quiver in the pain, leaving her looking more helpless than she could realize. “Hmm,” the exposure of most of Olympia’s bosom gave the King pause, as he stopped and studied the erotic curvature, letting the whip hang. He paced closer, doubling the whip over itself twice in his hand, until he stood right over her left side. He let the folded-over whip dangle, and he brushed it this way and that across her body, with a sweeping motion.This normally would not have been hard enough to hurt, but as sensitive as her lashed skin was, it might now, like someone rubbing their thumb along a cut. He let the whip trail all over her prone body, the braided balls swirling with particular delay at her crotch. Then he reversed the grip on the whip and prodded her lips with the butt of its handle.“Lick. Kiss. Suck and fellate it within that mouth which once issued queenly decrees. Show, by diligence and enthusiasm of these motions, what an unsurpassed slave you wish to be.” Little pricks and stings surged through Olympia's body as the whip caressed her tender spots. She bit her lip and set her head back. Even with eyes closed she could feel his on her form. When the device's tail tickled between her legs, a shameful gasp escaped her lips.She was forced at last to open her eyes again as the butt of the whip was brought her face. She met his eyes with her own widened ones. Shocking. She had not expected this degradation. She was too surprised to feel any anger, though his words did hurt. A sadistic reminder that she was stripped of power.She began to trembled despite herself. In normal circumstances she would have spit in his face for such a thing. But she was too shaken by the whipping and she parted her lips. She tasted the butt of the whip, still looking at him, now with curious and fearful green orbs. They were still moist from crying. She brought her mouth around it and ran her tongue over it. When she began to bob her head as she mouthed the thing, only questions came to mind. Why did he need this display to show him he had won the battle? This seemed like a thing more to assure him he was victor than to break her into slavery. Every woman who loved men knew how to make love with her mouth. If he wanted her lips on his manhood, all he would have to do is give it to her. Yet there was this...She ran her pink tongue over the whip's end and sucked at it. There was a salty taste to it. She found herself asking those questions as she did it and hoping this was enough for the King. More than anything, she was tired from losing and the humiliation of defeat. This symbolic game of his only puzzled her and made her wish he would get on with taking her. Still, she was never a woman to do anything half-way. She gave it her all. The King kicked his fallen cloak up from the floor, and then lifted Olympia’s rump in one hand - showing modest effort in the exertion of holding aloft much of her bodyweight with the arm - and sliding the garment under her butt with the other, so that her hip were elevated, her groin higher and angled upward.He let go the whip, and drew from a pants pocket a thing which might’ve been described as a curious, curving, small and blunt trident. Formed of a single solid piece of ivory, white with pink veins, it had a handle like a weapon, and three prongs facing in a similar direction, each of a different shape, curvature, and size; the center the largest.The King swirled it down from Olympia’s lips over the hollow of her throat, made a figure eight about her breasts, then traced its rounded prongs down over her shredded slip. Between her legs, he gave a sudden tug to rip another bit of the helpless article of clothing, and the he swirled the object about the outer lips of her ladyflower.With spiral motions he forced it inward: the center prong smoothly but decisively penetrated the queen’s vagina, the upper prong slid over the surface of her clitoris and the upper corners of her labia, and the lower one nudged stubbornly against the tight-puckered entrance of her anus.Then the King gave a grunt and a shove, and Olympia’s rectum was penetrated by several inches of ivory shaped like a series of spherical bulges. The mother cylindrical vaginal prong rammed further still up her birth canal, and a series of small blunt nodules raked along her clitoris.“Do not let it fall out,” the King let go. “Or I shall get more creative than a whip with my next punishment. Now, let us continue also the matter of pleasure.”He tugged his pants down, and once past the bulges of his groin and quads they slid to the ground. He was already physically aroused, the metallic gold skin gleaming as it did across his physique, the erection grander in scope than the ivory thing he had already filled Olympia’s cunt with.Although his eyes lingered for a moment on that cunt, he then smiled and looked upon her face. “Yes. That face. That face which has looked down on subjects and court for far too long. Now it shall look up into the face of He whom you serve, and you shall deliver pleasure.”He put his knees upon the bed just to the left of her head, and cupped her around the scalp, tilting her head to make her face his erection, the glans hovering just before her lips. “Perform. Show your enthusiasm to serve and your skill. Do not disappoint.” His eyes cast to the floor where the whip lay, but then looked further on, as if his mind wandered through a menagerie of other possible punishments. How could the object not fill Olympia with deepest dread? Her breath caught as he teased her body with it. She stiffened and broke into a sweat. Terror took her form from quiet resolve to desperation. A tinge of desire mixed with her gasps when she was touched between the legs.Perhaps this was only a test? To see if she was frigid or not?"Ah!" the queen cried out as she was filled, unannounced with the trident. But the tears did not run until her ass was impaled and her already tight cunt was stabbed further. "Ah! Ple---" she stopped herself from pleading and squeezed her eyes shut. Her body had gone rigid from the pain, her torso shot up from where she was chained.She blinked through tears, wincing with the pain from below her waist. Her teeth were bared in pain, brows knit with fear. Even then she could not help but notice his beauty. The King had disrobed. But he had not unmasked. Her head was tilted to face his hard cock. Her hot breath upon it, her mouth parted in both pain and obedience.Olympia did not question or beg. Already pried open and chained, she had nothing left to lose so she took the cock into her mouth. At first she was slow, wetting it with her tongue. She tasted it with a patient surrender. She was still too frightened to meet his eyes again and the words he had used hurt her. It was not as though she had never pleasured a cock before. But he had made this into a degradation. To think of her court watching her used as a toy...But soon Olympia was taking the King's cock into her mouth. She could not fit the whole thing in at first. She began to bob her head, the angle making it difficult but she managed. The King tasted splendid despite her humiliation and the pre-cum she welcomed eagerly enough for a slave. She breathed through her nose and started to attempt engulfing the whole cock. She was usually gifted in this pleasure-play, able to take a man to the back of her throat. But he was exceptionally big. Still, she tried and let out a soft sigh. The King only nodded as Olympia took him into her mouth. For the first few minutes of her licking and sucking, he remained impassive. At length he murmured, “I had heard of your mastery of fellatio...not entirely unfounded, I see. Ah!” he rocked his head, and began a series of groans and grunts and grits of teeth.Then he threw a leg to the far side of her, and straddling her head, he gripped her hair and began forcefully face-fucking the captured queen. At first his vigor was that of any horny male desiring the plunder of a convenient wet hole. But then it became something more; savage, punishing, brutal. He was fucking her mouth with the intent to pain, to humiliate, to make her gag and choke. In other circumstances, Olympia would not care what one thought of her sexual abilities. But the way the man mentioned this...the nonchalance and coldness remarking on her skill at fellatio, somehow deflated the already defeated queen. But she continued as she had been ordered. Practical. Be strong, she told herself. She felt a small triumph when her captor began to moan and grunt at her efforts.Without much warning, his leg was over her and his groin fully in her face. She braced herself as his hands seized her hair in fistfuls and her head was thrown back. The cock plunged to the back of her throat. Green eyes widened and breath rushed through her nostrils. A tiny gasp escaped as the thrusts grew more brutal. Before she knew it her body was panicking. She was made of stronger stuff than one who cried at a small humiliation. But this was quite different. Olympia began to choke, tears streaming from her eyes. If the king was not careful he could choke his new captive on his cock. It was large and reckless, fucking her face without regard. She began to weep in panic as she labored to breath under his thrusts. Her tight groin fastened around the device he had used to open her, her chest heaved with her effort to breathe and her eyes closed while her mind raced with thoughts she feared may be her last. Throughout his from-the-hip thrusting, the King seemed somewhere between indifferent to Olympia’s odyssian oral ordeal, and to take as much pleasure in her suffocating humiliating as he did from the pure physical sensation of his organ sliding against the wet fleshy surfaces within her mouth.Finally he drew back - not out of mercy, but because he was cumming. Thick, sticky, saffron-scented ropes of ejaculate splashed and streaked across Olympia’s beautiful face, then the King shoved the ejaculate-expelling organ back into her mouth. He coated the surface of her tongue, and the roof and back of her throat, with the sticky, rich-tasting stuff, threatening to choke her again with a flow of fluid as generous as would have been the water-making of many a mere mortal.Finally he drew back again, painting her face once more, and her throat and breasts. Olympia now looked as if some monstrous spider had shot its webbing across her countenance and decolletage.“You may believe,” he grunted, hopping neatly to stand by the bed again, and walking to its foot, “that my release has earned you some respite, as a lesser man’s will and lust might slacken after. Not so here. I have had my way with your mouth and penetrated it to my satisfaction - for today - but I am not yet done enjoying and penetrating your body as a whole. Spread your legs...slave.” When he withdrew she caught her breath, but it was short-lived. He unloaded into her. The shot was so explosive that the queen coughed. He had so much to fill her with. She very nearly drowned. Her whole body tensed, cunt and hole squeezing on the trident inside her. Olympia shut her green eyes and felt the warm spray paint her face and cleavage, her throat and all of her mouth.The fairy queen was is too much shock to do so much as lick her lips. She opened her eyes to catch his, tears glinting in her own. She wanted to scream. Instead she swallowed all the she could and ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing that seed as well.This was not the time to disobey him. She had no doubt he could make this more of a Hell than it already was. Still trembling from the shock of nearly choking, she spread her legs. The pain from earlier had begun to numb. It was covered now with the physical sexual instinct. She was wet and opening. She kept her voice to herself. He had delivered his message that he would be a no-nonsense master.But why? Why was he so mechanical about all of this? He had a beautiful, coveted queen tied up before him. Why was he still wearing his mask and still speaking as if this was somehow political. Diplomatic. Or procedural. What was he thinking?Again, she looked at him as she obeyed, opening her legs for him and exposing her abused holes. She gulped but faced him. The King withdrew the trident from Olympia, discarding it without a glance. He climbed onto the foot of the bed, kneeling between her legs, which he grabbed in each hand. He spread her further, his hands deeply massaging her calf muscles, the motions strong, but delicate compared to his mannerisms up to this point. “Hmm,” he leaned over, biting and nibbling at her right calf, “You do have a certain..delectability.” He leaned forward, at once taking a nipple in his teeth, suckling and biting. “Why yes. Yes. This will more than do. We will explore this further once you are properly broken in.”His upper body flew up vertically again, and his hips torqued forth. The cock which had so recently violated her mouth now lanced up her cunt like a battering ram before city gates. The motion was forceful, but the aim so perfect, and the shaft so slick from Olympia’s saliva, that it was smooth; the friction was not altogether terrible rough, although the sheer size caused the captive queen’s vaginal walls to stretch obscenely.“Ahh, warm and wet and cozy as a glass-enclosed tropical garden. Time to harvest its fruit.” The King thrust, and then he thrust again. For a minute he appraised her face as if to gauge her reactions, and impose his will via unrelenting gaze, but then he grew almost absentminded, half-lidding his eyes, grunting, gritting his teeth, growling deeply like a well-fed bear. His mind seemed to drift inward to focus on the pleasure of feeling her cunt squeeze around his shaft, and he thrust, again, again, and yet again. The queen cried out when the trident was removed. She was gaping and prepared for him. She stared down at the King as he seized her legs. Despite herself, his massaging her calves caused a soft purr in her throat. She let her head fall back and rolled in on the pillow. His touch was suddenly so soft on her skin. The feel of his cock between her legs sent more warm waves of pleasure through her.This was not bad...This was not bad at all. She even blushed a bit at his words, her eyes fluttering open. He was inside of her, the powerful cock growing again. Incredible! So soon!"Oh..." she sighed. Her nipples were pert when he grabbed one. Teeth raking and mouth suckling...She was driven suddenly mad with desire for his cock. As it swelled inside of her and she stretched to accommodate his rod, the queen whimpered. It was a noise even her own ears were unaccustomed to. She sounded weak, small, helpless.Her trappings all fell away. The situation was lost to her. All she knew in this moment was the pleasure. She threw her head back and gasped with each thrust. This time when she met his eyes, she almost smiled. Her expression was serene, rapturous. Her breasts bounced slightly with his powerful rutting. She wanted more. It was hitting her deepest pleasure spot. The King threw Olympia’s legs up onto his shoulders, and arched up, causing her butt to left from the bed. He drove in deeply, now letting the gravity of his weight bear down on her, hips slamming against hers, cock ramming cut.He let a foot slide over the bed’s edge to the floor, and kicked the whip up. He snatched it out of the air, and coiled it twice around her ankles, then pulled her legs back over his head. Now her body was bent nearly double, her own feet in the air above her head. One mighty arm of the King’s held the coiled whip, and with the other, he soundly spanked Olympia’s elevated thighs and buttocks.All the while, his eyes were captivated by those bouncing breasts of hers, and the King went so far as to lick his lips, and spit onto them, and onto her face; his manner was not like that of a man insulting another in the street, but like an animal marking its territory by bodily fluid and scent. The queen had only adjusted to his speed and thrusts when he elevated her further. She flushed and tightened around him as her body attempted to cling on. In a few moments, she was comfortable again. It showed itself in the way her toes curled and her fingers did the same in their chains. Her voice had begun to rise as he pounded into her most sensitive spot.Out of what seemed thin air, there was the whip. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. This time she made no attempt to hide her awe with him. Ankles squeezed together and body gripping snug around the king's member, she cried out. Olympia was looking at her own feet. Spread open and used as she never had been before, utterly helpless.After the second spank to her buttocks she cursed aloud, unable to hide the pleasure, pain and perplexity of the moment. Her torture at the hand of her rival and turned into a strange erotic ritual. The warm spit that painted her breasts and one of her cheeks reminded her that she was being claimed. Instead of fighting it she did something even she did not expect. She focused on her lower muscles and squeezed around him, embracing the pumping cock. If he would fuck her, then she would milk him of his seed. The animal instinct to collect the seed took over.Her whimpers became grunts of need, her back arched slightly, her head falling back and her breasts elevated slightly higher as she was fucked. If he kept at his speed and power she would orgasm soon. The potent vaginal squeeze about the invading shaft sent the King overboard. He pulsated powerfully, even moreso than he had at her mouth, and despite that so-recent orgasm, the fruit of this was no less a harvest. His masculine milk flowed within and filled her, in jet after rapid jet, warm and sticky and even tingling like mint upon the tongue.The King lifted Olympia’s hips yet further, and now placed each hand under a buttock, squeezing hard. “So much I have to give you. To do to you,” his voice was more emotive, but no less imperious than ever. “Be filled. Your world shall be filled by me now, where once there was but by compare naught but pale void.”He slid out, let a single rope of cum shoot out, painting her from clit to belly button, and then thrust forth again: right between the cheeks of her uplifted buttocks. His cum-slick glans penetrated the tight-puckered orifice of her anus swiftly, despite the incredible tightness. The King gave out a thunderous groan as he felt the incredible pressure of shocking his cock deeper into a place where things of such mass were rarely meant to venture. And yet that made this violation all the sweeter for him. Olympia keened a bit, triumph when he came. The cream filled her and hot streams, leaving a special sensation. She would later wonder what made it tingle so.But she had not reached her peak and continued to whimper despite having been filled thoroughly. Strong hands cupped her buttocks and the fairy queen's eyes widened yet again. Her mouth was ajar as she watched him ram into her other hole. She screamed this time without holding back. Though he had stretched her with the trident, his cock was fatter than the device and her pucker only so wide. She was stuffed full by the thing."Y-y-you are..." she could not get the words out. "How?" she wondered aloud, almost pathetically. How could he go again, right after he had just pumped her full.Her ass clenched tight around him whilst her body begged for orgasm. She was being pumped into yet again and despite the pain and current dislike for the man, she wanted more of his seed. “How?” the King’s grip of Olympia’s buttocks was iron-tight - and ostensibly to keep her hips elevated at a more convenient angle for this frontal anal assault, but with the added effect that it squeezed her butt and the rectal anal within, making the invasion of his phallus all the more excruciatingly tight. “With a lack of hesitation, with absence of self-doubt. I do not stop to think whether your ass can take me, I simply know that I want it, and so I take it, and it is left to the soft, tender flesh inside you to yield to hardness of girth. It is your place to accommodate me, slave, for your body to bear as much as it physically can.”With every few words, he grunted and thrust again, roughly pounding his hips against hers, his organ striking upwards inside her anus like a sword. The only lubrication Olympia would get was the last few spurts of cum from the ejaculation during which he’d switched orifices, but now he was thrusting again, still fully erect, seemingly building up again. “I am going to stretch you. I am going to break you in. Your body and all its fuckholes are mine, and they will learn to love, to need, to crave Master’s presence and power.” The chained queen's cries came with tears, streaming down her face, though she took his cock with some hopes for pleasure. The sheer size of it made her whole body hot with desire and lust for it. As if it could not consume enough of his seed. Meanwhile his words would not sink in until later. She tuned them out to focus on her own pleasure point. Through the pain of being plundered raw, his steady and ruthless thrusts were making her own juices leak. The flesh of her bottom squeezed so tightly around his penetrating...Olympia screamed as she came, a small explosion in her chains. They rattled and her back arched, everything clenching shut. Her ass gripped the cock lovingly, trying to hold on to it as though it were a part of her own body.When she came down from the orgasm she shut her eyes and allowed herself to be fucked mercilessly. There was a surreal calm to her now, an acceptance for her fate. For a few minutes, she would be able to exist without thinking about her fate. Only feeling, wanting, lusting. The King brushed his hand tenderly across the sides of Olympia’s face, his manner was tender, as if to encourage the potent throes of her orgasm, yet the brush of his knuckles seem to hint that he might strike her at any moment should she displease him, or if he felt like doing so for any reason at all.Once her body landed in post-orgasmic slackness, the King gripped her tightly and fucked her just as he pleased, bouncing her like a rag doll, ramming her rectum with hundreds more unyielding thrusts. Finally, with a great grunt, he throbbed inside her, releasing a new wave of sticky seed. “All your orifices, my met, are mine forevermore...each will be ravaged thousands of times more in time to come...if you please me.”“If not, you’ll be thrown to my men, clamped in stocks where any going by many fuck or strike you as he pleases. I do hope you continue to please me...and I’m sure you do too.”He withdrew, slid his knees up alongside her left arm, and gripped the back of her head, yanking it up to his groin. “Look at how you’ve sullied me, dirty slut. Clean me off, before I beat it out of you.” There were a few blissful moments of tenderness. Olympia held on to that.Screams returned as the queen was rutted savagely in the ass. She was thrown and moved about on the end of his cock, panting and keening as he rammed her. At last that pumping of seed filled her bowels and Olympia threw her head back in satisfaction. She had orgasm and so had the king. Three times. An animal part of her was content that she had pleased her partner.His words were not all unpleasant. They were rough and dirty but they were honest, curt, organized. Something about those qualities Olympia trusted. She gulped at the mention of failure and what could become of her. Her cheeks were still streaked with tears but her green eyes were resolved to be strong and listen.Yet before she could nod her understanding, his groin was in her face again. Slightly sick with the idea and face flushed with the humiliation of it...Olympia stuck her tongue out and ran it along the spent shaft. She closed her eyes as she did so. She would be complete so that she did not have to repeat it for him. Instead of rushing, she licked it as if it were something else. She imagined a stick and ignored any smells or tastes as best she could. Perhaps the quick obedience would win her some reprieve. Perhaps sleep. As she cleaned his cock with her mouth, the King caressed Olympia’s scalp, his manner both patronizing and paternal. At length, his erection subsiding until the member hung low, he patted her cheek and said, “Your Master is sated. For now. Rest, that you might better perform when next you are desired.”He took out parchment and quill and ink well from a desk, and set them upon it. "Your next task, a homework if you will, is, in my absence, to commit to writing oaths and confessions of your fealty and ownership; you will describe your loyalty, and of how and how much you wish to be used and enjoyed by your one true Master."He went through his own discarded pants to find a key, with which he unchained her; then he departed, taking only the key, and the leash and collar formed from her former crown that he had shown her but not affixed. The door slammed, could be heard to lock, and then his heavy footsteps echoed away outside. Olympia's relief at his satisfaction was almost rapturous. After being degraded and fucked to the point of tears, all she longed for was sleep and privacy. Yet again, she found herself searching for an expression in his eyes. She nearly asked him a question, lips parting as he pulled away, but stopped herself. Silence was wiser.The pen and paper nearly brought forth a wicked laughter from the King. Perhaps hysteria or perhaps bitterness would have brought the laughter but Olympia knew to stifle it. As the King left her unchained and covered in his seed, all she could do was stare into blank space.More tears fell in quiet humility. How had she com to this end? The quill's tip gave her pause. Would it be sharp enough to end her life?No! She pushed the very thought aside. She would not run. She must face her defeat. To run into the afterlife, would be the true loss. He could not have her will to live. Her body and perhaps, in time, her subordination. But not her will to live. She would likely produce children for him and therefor she would be a mother. That she would do with pride. Children would not disgrace her, even if at the hands of an enemy. Or a former enemy. Because now she was his.But at the moment she was not able to pick up the quill and write. She was far too shaken. With the sheets, Olympia cleaned off what she could of his seed and lie down with heavy eyelids. She drifted into her exhaustion.The sleep was riddled with dreams. Some of them unpleasant. Most were her thoughts and how she could possibly force herself to write down what he wanted. Her green eyes fluttered open as she determined herself to be honest. He would probably punish her again. But as a child she had been disciplined too, and it had only ever benefited her.Olympia sat up with some pain. Her lower regions were still aching from the savage plundering and the quill shook her grip. Gulping, she set the quill to the paper."Your Majesty and Master," she began to write, cringing. "I shall not lie to you and say this is easy for me. Nor do I know why you must have this from me so early in your claiming. But you must have your reasons and I shall do my best at granting your wish and satisfying you again.As your slave, I wish to bring you rapture that you will find nowhere else. I wish to please you as no other person or slave shall be able to. I wish and hope to give you many children with my body. I submit myself to you completely and to bend to your will until I am perfect in your eyes. I wish, also, to bring you comfort," she stopped, surprised at what she had written "and to make both my body and my entire person a safe place for you. As a free woman and a Queen, this is something I never had. If I cannot be the ruler queen I was before I wish to aid you in any way possible to be a supreme King. Please forgive me if this list is not yet satisfactory, as I am still learning. I want to" again she paused. She found this was the truth. For if she could not be dominant in the world, she wished to help build something dominant. She did not in any way like him as a person though she hoped she would learn soon to. She did, however, respect him. And she felt an almost animal attraction to his dominance. "be yours. I shall declare absolute obedience to you. Your humble slave." It took all of her courage to sign her name but Olympia had never been short of nerve and will power.She signed it. All seasons pass, so too each day and night and all the more quickly. The light faded though the several windows of Olympia’s chamber - each too narrow for a person to wriggle through, likely by design, but enough in number to cast the chamber in rosy dusk hues.When the bookend rose light of dawn again washed the chamber, its door opened with no knock . The visitor was not the King, far from it, but a female slightly shorter, and much less curvier, than Olympia. The girl’s age, despite the relative nudity of her lithe body, was indeterminate, with hard lines of experience but no sag of aging.Her hair was a deep bloody scarlet and fell past her shoulderblades, her eyes hazel, her breasts modest in size but high and pert, her hips narrow but not boyishly so. Her stomach and limbs were all lean muscle, with faint crisscrossing lines as if she had been struck about with bamboo rods some days ago.She wore only high heels matching her hair precisely, and platinum bands about her throat, wrists, and ankles, each band itself a circling knot of interlocking narrower bands, mere ribbons of metal, with many loops rising up about its circumference - presumably for the purpose of conveniently tethering their wearer to ropes or other things.She carried a box of wood and gold, and kneeling, she set it down. “The King desires you should wear whatever is within this box. I know not what is, but I can help you don it if need be. This morning, you are to be paraded.” Olympia had fallen asleep with hands crossed over her chest, the usual style she slept. Even in captivity she slept like royalty by habit. When she opened her eyes to the sight of the youthful slave she regarded the girl with inspection. She would have considered her still too young for a pleasure slave but old enough to work. She folded her legs and sat upon the bed, posture straight. Her ow n breasts remained held up proudly despite the previous night's abuses. By now the aching of her lower areas had ebbed. Not completely, for the king had been inordinately rough but nothing Olympia could not handle.Her golden brows knit as the slave knelt before her with the ornate box. The girl's words did not shock her though annoyance was still clear in her voice. "I see. What is it he has sent to me to wear? Will it be painful, girl?"She stretched down and lifted the box with some ease. She was stronger than she looked, after all. She unclenched the unlocked object and opened it slowly, bracing herself for what she might see. “Let us see,” the girl shrugged, and craned her neck to see in as the box opened, to reveal....no clothing at all, per se, but accessories: a rather plain wooden collar, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, shoes made of some exotic leather with high heels of animal bone, and a length of rope.“Ah,” said the girl, nodding with recognition painting her face. “I know what I am to do with the rope. Don the rest, unless you’d like me to affix it all to you.” Olympia straightened up, her breath catching when she saw that there was nothing to wear. She picked up the ornaments and began to don them as she looked straight ahead. She could dress herself. There was no need to give up that much control over to another slave. At least not yet. Olympia would have to make herself accustom to the changes and leaping head first would make her crack and get herself killed or worst. Besides...this King needed some emotion in his rule. That much was obvious to her.The cuffs and ankle pieces were fastened on and next she slipped into the heels. There was, now that she looked deeper into the box, small clamps for her nipples. She could not suppress her cringe then. She took them out and closed her eyes as she pinched one onto her right nipple. A jewel hung from it now. She did the second and handed the wooden collar to the slave girl."I am ready," she spoke with more authority than she had intended. It was not yet trained out of her voice. The redhead betrayed a look of piqued interest, even imperfectly suppressed arousal, as the clamps pinched upon the flesh of Olympia’s nipples. After the collar and cuffs were on, she set to work weaving the rope through all of them. The ankle cuffs were connected by a length of rope allowing walking but not long strides, with a knot halfway across, from which rose the rest of the rope, to connect the wrists similar to the ankles; thence the rope continued to the front of the collar, and lastly the redhead braided the rest of the rope into a leash longer than either of them was tall.A leash she used to lead Olympia from the room then, going at a pace manageable despite the woman’s high heels and tethered legs. The palace was a labyrinth of expansive corridors of marble and glass, perhaps deliberately designed to overwhelm and bewilder the casual visitor and get them lost. The high walls were hung with tapestries of the hunt and almost every turn or corner seemed to host a beautiful statue - or several, conjoined in some erotic or sadomasochistic act.Finally they came out of great double doors of some green-hued metal, into a courtyard garden with tiled paths of marble and blue lapis lazuli, running amidst loamy soil planted with exotic flowers and fruit trees.The King sat bareback upon a coal-black stallion with fiery eyes. He wore silk black pants, and a many-color painted vest which flattered his muscular arms and what slice of chest was glimpsed. Still the silver mask guarded his face from under a head of antlers and flowing bronze hair.The King’s stallion was flanked by four figures, clearly two of each gender, naked to the waist, in simple white skirts. The men were bald and bore swords; the women, bows, and flowing hair of honeyed or wooden hue.The redhead quietly told Olympia, “If you need to refer to me when speaking to another, I am known as Aria...but in truth, I am nothing. I serve. As, now, do you.”Without needing to be told to, she pulled the leash towards the King - but rather than taking it in his hand, his stallion clamped it in its teeth.The King gestured to the far end of the walled courtyard, where a castle-style gate portcullis was raised, opening to a cobbled street which stretched away in the distance, flanked by fanciful architecture. Colorfully-dressed throngs lined the sidewalk, all peering back towards the gate and trying to spy within the courtyard.“March.” Olympia did not feel her nudity until she had left the twisting halls of the palace. The outside air hit her soft skin as the other servants and even the horse could observe her naked form. She only gave the servant girl no trouble for both their sakes. She was quite sure that later she would be beaten and humiliated again, there was little need for doubling the torment to another young slave who probably felt abuse so often it meant nothing.When she saw that the King still wore that petulant mask-- what was he hiding?-- her green eyes widened again as she looked up into his face. But quickly she recalled that all of her body was nude, that eyes could take in her round buttocks and her ripe breasts as if she were a treat for everyone. Something she did not want to be. She lowered her head in submission. The horse biting the leash was a bit of a shock.When ordered to march, the former-queen was not sure in what manner the King desired. So she lifted one leg and then the other, taking simple steps at first. Thanks to the heels, her walk was elegant whether she lifted her leg high or not. But as she progressed, she began to attempt an imitation of the way soldiers marched. It caused her nude body's lean form to stand out in the labor of the movement. But if he wanted marching, that was what she would give. The guards on foot flanking the mounted King snickered and catcalled at Olympia; the King did not seem to mind in the least, indeed he chuckled as boisterously as any, though he made no jests of his own.They followed Olympia in a surreal, depraved procession, and soon enough had come out through the gates onto the cobblestone intersection, streets stretching in three directions, flanked by the castle walls and by earth-hued townhouses and brightly colored shopfronts.“Wait,” the King commanded, and pointed to a small fountain in the intersection. It consisted of a simple marble ring, a pool of water within, from the center of which rose a mermaid statue, touching her own breasts and mermaid’s groin in a manner suggesting stimulation rather than modest covering. From her suggestively pursed lips issued a stream of water.“Bend over the edge of the fountain.”A great cheer went up from the colorful throng of citizenry lining the square and streets. Olympia kept the marching as best she could. The catcalls and the whistles, the mockery and degradation boiled her blood almost to a breaking point. She thought of tearing the nipple clippings off and summoning her power to teach these infidels what was and was not appropriate.Of course, then the thought came over her. She was not their queen. This was perfectly appropriate for them. Her muscles tensed. Her eyes kept straight head, brows knitted in her anger but she said nothing. Eyes were raking over her exposed buttocks and clamped nipples, and feeling "exposed" was not a good enough term to describe how she felt. Not even nude. But "naked" and "stripped." She flushed a bright crimson by the time they reached the fountain.She admired the sculpture for its realism and was using her concentration to block out the noises around her. But they cut deep. It was like being raped all over again, in a different way. She could have collapsed on her knees to weep.The King's words reached her ears. Again, her muscles tensed.She imagined ripping his mask off and cursing his face by burning. Of severing off his manhood slowly so that he felt each inch of the butcher knife.But she took a step towards the fountain. Her head was hung low, golden hair concealing her face. She reached it and shut her eyes.This did not make her weak. She was adapting to her new role. She was not weak. She kept reminding herself. Very slowly, she began to bend over. It hurt her back, she was so tense but she soon was bent completely over for the King and all those watching. Eyes were on her offered up buttocks and womanhood and she practically felt it. Like a bitch in heat.

The Captive Fairy Queen (ff & Finothing)

Whispers From Wolves (Raziel99 & darkangel76)

It had been nearly a year since the ordeal, since that horrible and dark time in her life when everything she knew had suddenly changed. Never had she known such darkness, such hate. Never had she expected her people to turn on her so easily. She’d nearly become a child of Eire, the patron goddess of her mountain village of Eirys, so named for the divine lady watching over them all. It had stung deeply at how quickly they’d forgotten. How quickly they could push such notions aside. And all in the name of something she couldn’t control…Carys heaved a heavy sigh as she looked out into the distance. The air was bitingly cold and the winds blew hard in between the Calder Mountains. Pulling her heavy cloak tighter about her slim body, she gripped her staff hard, her hands nearly hurting from doing so. Shivering just a bit, she knew she’d have to turn in soon. Dark would be upon her and with that, she could sense that a small storm would be passing her way. She’d need to find shelter in a cave or something similar, at least for the night, until the storm left the vicinity. Taking in a deep breath, she knew it would be short lived. She could smell it. Besides, Eleni had told her as much.‘It’s a small storm, lady. Won’t last but the night.’Eleni’s words were clear in Carys’ mind and the great bird of prey was never wrong when it came to the weather of Calder. Not ever. The great reptilian like bird was old, had seen many suns and moons in her time. It made Carys grateful to have befriended her. And though she’d only known the bird for a few short months, it seemed like much longer and that was something she found great comfort in as well.Just then, Carys heard a low growl, two of them to be precise. One definitely that of a wolf, another definitely that of a cat. She turned her head to face the direction of the soft snarling sounds. In the shadows, only feet behind her, she could make out the lean and muscled silhouettes of both Luke and Orrin. Luke was the first to move, his wolf like body slinking stealthily toward the young woman. She gave him a smile as his eyes glowed a brilliant shade of blue.“Don’t worry, Luke. It’ll be all right,” Carys whispered as she reached out a delicate hand to stroke the wolf’s back.Luke let out a growl of approval and nuzzled against Carys’ leg.‘It’s not the storm I worry about, Rys. There’s something… else.’Carys quirked a brow at Luke’s odd thought.‘The wolf is right,’came another thought. It was Orrin. Slowly, he stalked forward, approaching Carys from the other side.Orrin purred loudly as he rubbed his strong body against Carys’. His black fur shone sleek and silky in the moonlight. Carys then removed her hand from Luke’s back so that she could reach over and stroke the large cat affectionately. Her fingers found his scaled back first before they moved over the rest of his body, which was soft and furry and warm.Luke and Orrin had been with Carys much longer than Eleni. The young woman hadn’t met the great bird until well after she’d left her home. For good. Banished forever, never to return unless she wanted to face death. As it was, she still faced it. Every day. The rangers of her home sent out scouts nearly every week now since learning that she didn’t travel alone. Their goal was to search for her in hopes to cleanse the mountains of her once and for all. It hurt badly that the people she once loved could act so brashly, out of anger and lack of understanding. She supposed the fear of the unknown could be rather overwhelming. But these people had known her, had loved her. Surely they had to realize she wasn’t the same as the villager from the legends of old, the other who whispered to animals. Who’d orchestrated the near massacre of her people in order to gain power.Carys heaved a heavy sigh just then, but quickly pushed her memories of the past aside. There was a storm coming and both Luke and Orrin seemed ill at ease. She needed to know why.“Why do you say that, Orrin?” Carys asked, her one hand still gripping her staff tightly.‘Something in the air is off. And it isn’t the snows or anything else I’ve ever smelled before,’Orrin answered.Luke made a gesture that could only come off as a nod.‘I sense the same as the cat Only I find something vaguely familiar in the scent reaching my senses.’“I see,” Carys answered. “I guess we best seek shelter for now then.”Just then, Carys peered out into the distance, readying herself to take leave of the area. The clouds were thick as they rolled in beyond the horizon, turning the dark sky an odd shade of blackish gray. The two moons that circled the world of Fuin were slowly being concealed and the winds howling between the Calder Mountains were getting stronger. The storm was approaching. At that, a loud shrieking screech resounded. It was Eleni. She was circling the three companions overhead, keeping watch from above.‘We must leave, Rys. Now. Not a moment to lose,’came Luke’s thoughts. Carys could tell he was sensing something right then and there. But what? It was clear that whatever it was, it bothered him greatly.Orrin growled then and nudged at Carys, urging her to move back into the woods. She knew she needed to find shelter soon. The storm was approaching fast and flurries were already starting to fall from the night sky. Gripping her staff and clutching her cloak, she followed Luke’s and Orrin’s commands and began to move. It was difficult traveling through the mountains at nighttime, especially with the air so bitingly cold. Again, she heard Eleni’s shriek and it made her heart skip a beat as fear and adrenaline threatened to take over.Suddenly, both Luke and Orrin let out deep rumbling snarls causing Carys to stop dead in her tracks. Something was wrong. She knew it. She sensed it. Trembling a bit, she whispered, “What’s going on?”‘Quiet woman!’Orrin projected.Luke glanced over at Orrin, a growl of a different sort sounding in his throat. He was angered. ‘She’s frightened, cat. As she should be.’Eyes glowing, he snapped his head around suddenly. And moments later, darted off into the darkness without a word.Carys’ eyes went wide. In the distance she could hear the sounds of howls. Shrill shrieks of other wolves roaming the area. That was what Luke had heard. Obviously, he didn’t seem to like them and went to investigate. Were they hostile?“Oh by the light of Eire,” she mumbled, her hands shaking.Just then, Orrin darted off too leaving Carys alone. She knew she had to stay where she was that whenever she was left by herself she was to stay where she was and wait. Both Luke and Orrin had made it plain that they’d never leave her alone and unprotected for long. That they would always come back for her. Terrified, the winds blowing harder, the snow coming down faster, she wondered if they’d be all right venturing out into the dark like they had.“Orrin… Luke…?” Carys called out after several long minutes. “Orrin…?” Trembling, she felt hot tears begin to fall down her pale cheeks. “Luke…?”Suddenly, there was a growl. Carys heard it coming from behind her and she could instantly tell it was neither Luke nor Orrin who’d made the frightful sound. Swallowing, she slowly turned around. Standing before her were two very large wolves. Their eyes didn’t glow blue like Luke’s and it made her wonder why, how they were different.Licking her lips, Carys reached out to the large animals with her mind. “Hello?” she began. “I… I’m Carys Illonia. I mean you no harm.”The two wolves only howled, their eyes fixed on Carys'.‘You talk to animals, bitch? How convenient,’the one growled.‘It’ll make her screams that much sweeter as we tear her limb from limb,’the other growled back.Carys began to back away from the two, fear gripping hold of her heart and twisting without mercy.‘Your friends are gone, pretty one,’the first wolf snarled.‘No one to protect you now.’The other wolf made a gesture that came off as a nod.‘Yes. Our pack will take care of them.’At that, he let out a loud howl and readied himself.Carys let out a scream and turned to run. As she ran she heard the two wolves begin to pounce. Filled with horror, terrified of death, she wasn’t watching where she was going and suddenly tripped on a tree root. Tumbling, staff still in hand, she fell onto the ground with a hard thud. Glancing back, she saw the two wolves bounding forward.“No!!!” Carys screamed as she covered her head with her arms, fearful she’d never see the light of dawn. It was around midday that he woke up, stretching almost like the wolves around him even in his human form. He sat up, scratching the side of his head for a moment before stretching again, the rest of the pack slowly rousing from their sleep, jowls smacking at the slightly-cold air. Wrapping the cloak around him a little tighter to fight back against the cold, he walked out of the cave that had been his home for several years.His daily ritual. He moved to a spot near the cave entrance, which was now unmarked except for where roots had wrapped around the bones. His father had died right here, burned to death. He still didn’t know the reason as to who did it, or why. But he knew it was bad people who did. But the wolfpack took him in rather willingly, and he was quickly made alpha. Shifters were good for controlling large numbers, they found. And he never let them down.‘Alpha.’ One of the larger wolves had walked up to him, nuzzling the side of his body against his leg. He reached down, scratching the wolf behind the ears, earning a murr. ‘You always know the best spots.’“I should. I’ve been with the group for around 10 years now. Since I was a pup, you could say.” He lifted his head, looking around, then to the sky. Maybe it had been later than midday that he had woken, because the sun was setting, the cloud cover getting thicker and greyer. “We’re in for a storm.”‘Then it might be a good idea to get out, stretch, and hunt while we can.’Rylai nodded, letting out a short whistle. Another, smaller black wolf came towards him, this one with a leather pouch tied around its back. He peeled the cloak off of his person, standing nude in the chilled air as he folded it carefully and slid it into the pouch. Then his body quickly shifted, body leaning forward, silver fur covering his body as he shrunk, taking the form of a Snow Wolf.He nodded to the Beta, who rounded up the rest of the pack, setting them off. ‘Beta, take half and go down the mountain and search there for deer and ilk. I’ll take a group around the mountain itself for anything edible.’ There was sounds of approval before the group split in two.The moons came out, and the group let their howls go, a pack on the hunt. They rushed forward, smelling something on the wind. Not something, but several somethings. Rylai noticed the similarities of one of the scents. ‘There’s a wolf ahead, with several others.’ Two wolves ran ahead, and his eyes narrowed, but he broke with the group with the leather-bound wolf, trailing the two.He stayed back, somewhat covered by the snow cover and the flurries that were coming down. He stayed low, keeping an eye on the two wolves. Unsurprisingly, they ran into something. Surprisingly, a some-one. He moved slowly, getting a better vantage spot.His eyes narrowed as he heard the demeaning talk of the wolves, evaluating the woman that was in front of him. ‘Stop.’ It was a echoing command of power that she most likely heard, but the wolves ignored him. They chased and jumped her as she tripped.But he was faster, bowling over both of them in a blinding flash of white, growling as he lowered his position to one of attack. ‘Don’t you ever ignore an order from me again. –Ever.- Do you understand me?’ He growled and barked, sending the two running with tails between their legs. His stance slowly shifted to stand fully, turning to the woman that was on the ground.‘You’re lucky that they aren’t the brightest, or I wouldn’t have noticed them run off. But, do tell, why are you in my territory?’ His eyes were a deep blue, staring into hers. His silver fur was slowly being coated by snow, showing just how pure-white it was. Carys sobbed as she covered her head, terrified that she’d never see the light of another day. Just then, she heard a voice. A thought. Pale eyes going wide, she jolted upright into a sitting position and glanced behind herself. There, before her, stood another wolf. It wasn’t Luke and it wasn’t either of the two who’d been pursuing her. Confused, she blinked several times trying to focus and clear her head. Fear was a funny thing. At times it could make your thoughts as clear as crystal while at others it could make everything become so very jumbled that reality could somehow seem surreal and distorted.Licking her lips, her hand reaching for her fallen staff, Carys locked eyes with the snowy white wolf who was addressing her now. Something about him seemed off, different. She could tell by his thoughts that he wasn’t like Luke or the others. But what was it? She didn’t know, couldn’t place it.Nodding at the wolf who’d rescued her, a definite Alpha, she could tell, Carys slowly twisted her body around so that she was facing him. “Your territory?” she asked out loud, her eyes still gazing into the wolf’s.Carys wondered where Luke and Orrin had gone, if they were all right, if they’d come back. Eleni hadn’t contacted her in several long minutes, which made her fear for her friends even more. Oh, she hoped they were all right.“I wasn’t aware I was in anyone’s territory,” Carys then added. Suddenly, a low growl resonated in the air. It came from behind her and she instantly recognized it as Luke.Luke slowly and quietly approached Carys, his large, sleek body rubbing against her as he came around and positioned himself in a protective stance. He stared at the snowy wolf standing before them and made a gesture that was his typical nod. Immediately, Carys quirked a brow. Was Luke conceding power to this new wolf? How… odd. Just then, she caught sight of Orrin. His muscular body looking ominous as the snow fell around him. Like Luke, he moved into a protective stance in front of her.“This wolf saved me,” Carys then spoke, her words directed at both Luke and Orrin.‘We know,’Luke projected.‘I heard as much.’The blue-eyed wolf paused as if in thought.‘Though Orrin cannot hear him. Only me.’Carys looked over at the snow wolf once more, her lips trembling a bit. “Thank you, sir,” she said softly, her eyes averted as she desperately sought to look elsewhere.For reasons she couldn’t explain, Carys knew she needed to look somewhere other than this wolf’s eyes now. She sensed the need to show him respect and even Luke conceded that in his own actions, something he never did lightly. It made her wonder; made her curious. Yes, there was something about him, something different. Why could only Luke hear him and not Orrin? She suddenly felt so very small and she knew she owed this wolf her life now. But what exactly that would mean, she wasn’t sure. Though she was certain she’d find out soon enough.“My name is Carys Illonia. This here is Luke and the cat, Orrin,” Carys then said. Her cheeks suddenly going red, she added, “I owe you my life, sir.” ‘You are in somebody’s territory. Like I said, you are lucky that I was here.’ As he spoke, a smaller black wolf, the one with the leather pouch tied to it, walked over to him slowly. He turned from the group, and body shifting and contorting, stretching until he was once again human. His back was to her, and his body nude until he pulled the cloak from the pouch, putting it on and facing her.“We can speak about this life debt later. But there won’t be any life if we do not get to somewhere safe. I will lend you my cavern to sleep in.” He nodded to the two animals, his long, silver hair flipping to the front of his face before he pushed it back out of the way. “You two shouldn’t run so far off anymore, that was dangerous. I might not be here to save her next time.“But come, there is little time before the storm hits fully.” He walked past the small group, the black wolf trailing a half step behind as he went through the thick brush of trees, his blue eyes looking over the landscape, following the curvature of the mountain.“Luke.” He said, but in wolvestongue, even if he knew Carys could understand him. “I’m putting it on you to protect her when I am not around. Even if I do decide to leave my pack for some searching of my own.” His cloak was slowly being coated with the snow coming down, his hands pulling up the hood on it so it didn’t get filled.It wasn’t long before the cavern loomed in front of them, and he saw the two he scolded folded up at the entrance, the two groups that he sent out coming in, dragging two deer and several rabbits. “That would last several days if this storm keeps up” He said. “Good hunting.” He led them inside the cavern. There was a light at the other side, and it was soon apparent why.The cavern widened out, obviously carved out with care. In the center was a large, roaring fire, with several smaller ones around the room to help keep it warm. There were small little, comfortable mats, although they looked weathered and old. The room was otherwise bare. Everyone piled into the room behind Rylai, carrying the meal for the evening.He turned to the pack, nodding to the ones that had come with him. “I have brought some guests with me. They are not to be harmed.” He turned to Carys, bowing his head down as he spoke in basic. “They will not harm you now that you are under my protection. I am Rylai, the keeper and Alpha of this pack. My father dropped the family name, so even I do not know it.“But you are probably hungry. The deer will be cooked in a bit, at least some of it. Raw meat is better for the wolves.” Carys felt her eyes widen as she watched the snow wolf transform before her very eyes. She knew something had been different, off. But never had she expected him to be a shapeshifter. It fully explained why only Luke could understand him and not Orrin. Why Luke had conceded power so readily. She sat there still and silent as he dressed himself and then proceeded to admonish both Luke and Orrin for having both left her alone. Though she understood why this man was scolding them, she hardly faulted them either. They were animals of the wild. They might be intelligent, but their instincts were primal and their driving force. However, with this man giving the orders, she knew both would listen now. That was, unless they seriously disagreed…Slowly, Carys stood up, her staff clutched tightly in her small hands. Shivering, she pulled her cloak tighter about her slim body trying to stave off the chill. Tucking a dark strand behind an ear, she then reached for her hood and pulled it up over her head. The snow was falling harder now and the wind blowing stronger. Eleni had said the storm would be short lived, but she was beginning to wonder now. Second guessing both herself and the giant bird of prey.Walking a bit closer to the shifter, Carys reached out a hand to gently stroke Orrin’s back. The great cat had moved close to her as Luke had moved toward the man standing before them all. Both the man and Luke conversed with each other and she understood every word they both uttered. This shifter was indeed Alpha and, both in understanding this as well as wanting her safety ensured, he acknowledged and accepted the demands made of him.The walk through the snowy woods seemed endless to Carys, her small body growing colder by the minute as the winds howled about them and the Calder Mountains. But soon enough, they all made it to a cave. Just as they entered, she heard Eleni cry out with a screech. The great reptilian-like bird was nearby, she would take her rest high upon a mountain perch. She’d found a nook large enough to both shelter and support her. She was aware of what was going on and would let them be. Her task now to scour the mountainside for scouts from Eirys or any other neighboring village who might have gotten word of Carys’ bounty.Carys followed the shifter inside the cave. Luke and Orrin flanked her as best they could, wanting to stay close. She sensed their slight unease. They weren’t afraid nor did they feel threatened. And she could tell that they felt secure, for the time being, that she was safe where they were. But neither was used to relinquishing power. For the past year, both predators had dictated things, made the demands. For the past year, she obeyed only them. Now they had to watch her obey another. One who, they both could tell, surpassed them. She knew they’d get used to things eventually while under this shifter’s care. But she also knew it wouldn’t be easy on either of them.Wanting to ease her companions feelings, Carys gave both Luke and Orrin several affectionate pets each. Both responded with low and approving growls, their bodies nuzzling against her as they made their way deeper into the cave. Finally, they reached a large clearing where several fires had been set up.Carys smiled at the sight of the warm and inviting fires. She was so very cold and now very tired. She heard the shifter speak to the other wolves and she couldn’t help but smile a bit. He praised them for their findings on their hunt, making them beam in having been able to help out the pack. He then turned to her and introduced himself, gesturing and offering that she and her companions join them in their meal.“Thank you, sir,” Carys replied. Finding a place near one of the fires, she slipped off her heavy cloak and gently laid it down. She then placed her staff upon it along with her pouch, which had been strapped about her waist. Feeling lighter and warmer, she made her way over to the fresh kills the wolves had brought in.Not wanting to take too much, Carys cut off just enough for herself and both Luke and Orrin. She went back to her place and gave her animal companions some of the raw meat. Both gnawed and ate contentedly as she began to cook her own portion. Once ready, she ate her share hungrily, her tummy rumbling as she swallowed down the tender and delicious meat.“This is wonderful, sir,” Carys spoke, directing her words at Rylai. “Yet again, I owe you.” She gave him a smile as her cheeks went red and almost immediately, she turned her gaze away.Luke and Orrin let out low rumbling growls and moved to be closer to Carys. Luke rested his head upon her lap, while Orrin stretched out beside her, his body curving around her own.‘We will stay close, Rys,’Luke thought toward Carys.‘He seems honorable, but we won’t give you up so easily.’‘Yes,’Orrin added with a snarl.‘The wolf has it right. We aren’t leaving you.’He paused a moment.‘He may be Alpha, but we are still your protectors.’Luke looked over at Rylai just then.‘And we always will be your protectors. Even if we have to share you.’Carys felt her cheeks burn hotter than they already were. It was clear that both Luke and Orrin were a bit jealous of having to concede their power. But she knew they wouldn’t be too much trouble, not when her safety was on the line. Regardless, she couldn’t help but be a bit embarrassed by their actions, their thoughts. Just then, mustering up her courage, curious if he’d listened in, she glanced back over at Rylai, her eyes seeking out his. Rylai stayed back for a long moment, making sure everyone was getting the food that they needed. He saw Carys carve meat away from the deer before sharing it with her two animals, cooking her own. He turned from the group, removing his cloak, folding it and putting it carefully on his mat before shifting, moving to the deer and ripping into it. It was much easier to eat this way.He ignored her words of owing him, but he listened into the conversation between her and her animals. He frowned to himself as he ate, before he sat up, shaking a little snow that still clung to him off.He walked to the small group, sitting in front of the three of them. ‘You act like I usurped power. I am Alpha over the pack, not over you. Stop acting like I stole your charge away.’He turned from them, ripping off a large chunk of meat from the deer, carrying it over to them. ‘Eat. Don’t be shy. We have enough food here for a day or two with being generous with it.’He headed back to the deer, tearing into it more, until he was fully sated. Then he walked back to the group, curling up on the floor, although his eyes locked with Carys.‘Now tell me, what has brought you here, into my domain? Surely the Huu-mans aren’t as cruel spirited as I thought they were? Or have they turned completely on one of their own? I wouldn’t be surprised if they did.’ Carys felt her breath catch as Rylai’s eyes locked onto her own. Somehow she was able to sense that he wasn’t overly happy with either Luke’s or Orrin’s behavior. Even in his wolf form, she was able to sense this from him. And, quite honestly, she didn’t blame him for being upset, even if it was only a little bit.Luke and Orrin were loners, had chosen to stray from their packs and prides. Their devotion to Carys had been a higher priority to them both and even more so the day she became exiled and forced to roam the Calder Mountains with no protection. They knew full well she wouldn’t last a day in the wilds by herself. She was soft, her thoughts driven by emotion and impulse. As such, they knew they had to stay with her and would do so until she no longer wanted them around. Both animals feared that day and hoped it would never come to truly pass.Carys knew Luke’s and Orrin’s fears. Though they’d never spoken of it, she knew. It was why they always stayed so close, why they could sometimes be over protective to a fault. Yes, they both meant well. She knew that wholly and completely, not a single doubt in her mind. She just hoped this shifter would understand. Or, at the very least, come to understand. Given the way he interacted with his pack, she allowed herself to hope, that he’d forgive them for their passive aggressive outbursts. Especially Luke’s, since she was well aware that the two could easily communicate with each other.Just then, Carys saw Rylai get up. His expression, though on the face of a wolf, made it plain that he’d overheard everything as well as confirmed her initial feelings she’d been sensing from him since they’d arrived at the cave. But the shifter’s overhearing had been Luke’s intent from the start. It was his way. It was also why she felt so embarrassed. He’d been sizing up this Alpha, wanting to see how he’d react, how he’d accept them all despite having conceded that he was the one in charge. Swallowing, she found that hope for understanding and forgiveness bubbling up from within as she watched him stalk closer and closer to them all.‘Please forgive them. Please,’Carys thought to herself as she watched Rylai approach, her hands trembling ever so slightly.The moment Rylai stopped before them, Carys immediately opened her mouth to apologize on behalf of her companions. But, before she could get a word out, the Alpha’s growls filled her ears. He wasn’t overly upset, from what she could tell, but he definitely wasn’t happy either. Biting down on her lower lip, she looked away from him and found it more comfortable to stare at the fire instead. This shifter definitely had a presence and she wasn’t about to cross it.Rylai let out more growls, growls making it clear to Luke that he had no intention of taking Carys away from him or Orrin. Though his words were firm, she knew how Luke would interpret it. He’d know it was the shifter’s way of telling him that they were welcome and free to be as they were, a unit of three with her as their charge and no one else’s. It would also mean that this shifter would gain both animals’ respect.Luke nodded at Rylai’s growls and nuzzled his head closer in Carys’ lap. He seemed satisfied, which placed Orrin at ease.Rylai turned to leave then, telling them all to eat more if they were still hungry. He then twisted his body back around and locked eyes with Carys’. Licking her lips, she felt a surge of adrenaline wash over her. Yes, this shifter made her nervous for some reason. Reasons she couldn’t even begin to explain.‘Now tell me, what has brought you here, into my domain? Surely the Huu-mans aren’t as cruel spirited as I thought they were? Or have they turned completely on one of their own? I wouldn’t be surprised if they did,’Rylai growled out.Carys allowed one of her hands to stroke Luke’s back. Averting her eyes once more from Rylai’s, she let out a sad and mournful sigh. “I’m no longer welcome in my village,” she began. “I was going to become a healer and priestess of Eire. But…” her voice trailed as it began to falter slightly, quavering as tears began to well in her blue eyes. “But, I can do things that frighten them. Things that aren’t accepted.”Furiously, Carys brought a hand up and wiped at her eyes. She then sucked in a sharp breath and let it out forcefully. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t. Oh, but it was too late. She already was. Luke and Orrin nuzzled closer to her, pressing their warm bodies against her in hopes to give her some sort of comfort.“Decades ago, there was an attack on Eirys. One made by wolves. Many were slaughtered. Women, children.” Carys paused a moment as she sniffled. “The wolves had been ordered to attack the village by one of its own. An animal whisperer. Someone like… like me.”Carys didn’t even try to hide her tears any longer. It would be impossible. They were flowing freely down her cheeks now, though she managed to stay composed to speak and explain.“When it was discovered what I could do, I was banished immediately. They knew I wasn’t skilled in the ways of the wilds and figured I wouldn’t last a week. They hadn’t expected me to have help from these two.” Carys gestured toward both Luke and Orrin, who growled and purred beside her. “When they found out I was being helped and protected, a bounty was placed on my head.” Again, she paused and again, she wiped at her tears. “I’m marked for death. They want me dead.” The two animals with Carys seemed to have calmed down after his reassurances, which did make him happier. They still were protective around Carys, which made him proud of the two beasts. But they would have to be more vigilant around her. Or he would have to hunt them down himself.He laid down as he listened to her story, internally frowning as he heard of the darkness that had enveloped her village. ‘What a true shame, that huu-mans have become such… barbarians in this world. Unable to see past deeds of others. It’s… sickening.’ He shook his head, stretching himself out. ‘However, you are safe here in this cave. My wolf pack are more than enough to take care of a handful of hunters, even up to a small army. We are fast, efficient.’His ears twitched slightly. ‘Your story is not unlike my own. My father was a shifter like myself. When I was but a young boy, we were caught shifting by one of the nobles, and they ran us out in fear that we would kill them. So we have lived here for many moons. That was, until…’He sighed at that. ‘There was a pyromancer that felt that he wanted recognition for killing the ‘scourge’ of my old hometown. He killed my father with a fireball while he was out fetching water. My wolfpack killed the man, but… I left where my father laid as a memorial to him. May his body fertilize the earth until the end of days.’His eyes closed, looking around at the wolves around him, some nuzzling in pairs, others romping around playing, sighing. ‘I fear my own time when I should leave this pack and when I should leave this world. One of those will be soon. They have learned much from me. And now it’s time that they have a true wolf leader instead of one with a human mind.’ He turned back to her.‘Let me come with you on your journey, to help protect you. I will lend my aid until you wish it no more.’He sat up, his head tilting slightly as his ears twitch. ‘And I have noticed, you have moments where you act weirdly with me. Surely, you have not gone into heat? I have heard tale that huu-mans have done it as well.’ Carys stroked Luke’s back as she finished up her story, Rylai lying down and listening intently. She wiped at her pale eyes as more tears formed and began to spill down along her cheeks. A year had nearly passed and the sting was still just as fresh as when her exile had happened. She’d tried so hard to keep her ability a secret from the others. But, she’d always allowed herself to hope that one day she’d be able to tell them, to bring forward what she could do and how she could help them. Sadly, such a time never came to be.Luke and Orrin nuzzled Carys as she sat there, doing their best to keep her calm. Both animals hated to see their charge upset or sad. Their love and devotion to her ran deeply and both felt responsible for her predicament. Orrin especially. Autumn had begun to claim the mountains, leaving Eirys riddled with breathtaking colors. Orrin had come to Carys, excited about the unicorns that had come to the forests lower down along the mountains’ slopes. Such things were rare and he’d happened upon one. Unfortunately, in his excitement, he’d forgotten the superstitious and narrow-minded ways of her people and it was discovered that she could talk to him. In one brief moment, he’d altered her life completely. Destroyed it. Had placed her in severe danger.Carys looked over at Rylai’s wolf form as he listened. When she finished up, he seemed to nod in understanding. He then began to tell her a small bit of his own tale. She made sure to give him her full attention as he spoke, not wanting to miss a word. As she listened, she felt a pang of pain course through her at his own experiences. She could relate and sympathize.Sitting there, Carys found herself having to avert her eyes once more. She couldn’t explain it, but something about Rylai made her nervous. It wasn’t fear or anything of that sort. It was his presence and manner, the way he carried himself. She wondered if he had this same presence when he was in human form. If she had to guess, it was probably stronger. Feeling a wave of adrenaline wash over her again, she gave Luke’s fur a tiny tug. The wolf turned his head to look up at her and nuzzled her hand before resting his head in her lap once more.Biting down on her lip, Carys then caught Rylai’s next words. He wanted to travel with her. With Luke and Orrin and Eleni. He offered his protection. She tilted her head at the request and nodded. She knew that her animal companions would leave that decision ultimately up to her. Yes, they were her protectors, but they’d not interfere with such things unless they felt the situation dire. Given Rylai’s hospitality and aid thus far, she knew they’d consent.Carys was just about to answer Rylai when he suddenly sat up and looked at her. His gaze, even in his wolf form, made her tremble a little. He looked like he was scrutinizing her, studying her. It made her uneasy, embarrassed.“I…” Carys began. But her words were cut off before she could continue.Rylai’s growls suddenly resonated in Carys’ ears, his words and thoughts making her cheeks flush a deep shade of red.‘And I have noticed, you have moments where you act weirdly with me. Surely, you have not gone into heat? I have heard tale that huu-mans have done it as well.’“I… uh… oh my,” Carys stammered. Rylai’s bluntness took her off guard, not to mention the topic of his question. She suddenly became very aware of her body and had a strong urge to hide it. Yes, the shifter made her nervous and in ways she couldn’t explain or describe, but… At that, her cheeks burned brighter. “I’m sorry,” she continued, her voice shaking.Luke and Orrin sensed Carys’ discomfort and became more alert. Luke especially. He tilted his head and looked over at Rylai. He’d caught the words, but being an animal with an animal’s heart and mind, his thoughts were different than his charge’s.“In heat?” Carys then asked. “Oh my…” her voice trailed and she shifted uncomfortably where she sat. Luke and Orrin had to move a bit to accommodate her, both glancing up into her reddened face as she sat there completely flustered.Carys knew the expression Rylai had mentioned. Though not experienced in the wilds, she did live among rangers when she still resided in Eirys. Often times, they’d spoken of such things when it came to animal breeding. It was a female’s time of need, their time in which they were most fertile. Why did this shifter think this of her? Had she done something? Oh by the light of Eire, she felt so very embarrassed. Perhaps it was her time and she merely didn’t know. As a human, her senses were surely dulled. And then there was her inexperience when it came to female ‘need’.“I… I don’t know…” Carys finally said. She then moved her hands up to her face to help cool down her cheeks. But she knew it was to no avail. Her blush had reached beyond her face by that point, extending down her neck and across her chest. Squirming, she moved to kneel. “I… I’m sorry. I need a moment,” she added as she moved to get up.Luke and Orrin let out soft growls as Carys stood up. She gave them each a pet and nodded toward Rylai, though she was unable to look into his eyes. Those… eyes. Again, she touched her cheeks. They were so hot, burning.“I’m so sorry.” Carys moved quickly and made her way to where she’d laid her things. In her pouch, she retrieved a canteen filled with water. Hands trembling, body shaking, she opened it and took a sip. His head tilted to the side as her words suddenly became broken, stumbled over, her face quickly taking a thick blush that spread through her body. He knew that wasn’t normal for humans to do. She was stammering, not sure what to say, her mind seeming far gone before she finally stood, getting to her things, grabbing a canteen of water and shakily drinking.When she headed off, he turned, a wolf already knowing what he wanted, bringing him his cloak. He took it, turning from the two protectors and shifting, stretching his body to get a few popping sounds out before he cloaked himself. He sat back down, careful to keep himself covered as he looked to the protector animals of Carys. “It must have been something I said.” He muttered, half to himself and half to them.Indeed, there were bits of a blush on his own face, but it was more from fear of having done a faux pa than anything else. He scratched the side of his head, frowning. Carys almost seemed to radiate heat, he could almost feel it from here. And he thought it was probably better that he got away from her. “Tell her that if she needs me, I’ll be in another chamber.”He stood, heading towards what looked like a wall at first, but it was a play of the shadows and the rough surface that hid the passageway. It was a short corridor before opening into a small room that looked like a shrine, with a slightly damaged statue of the local deity. His father had brought it with them when they left, with the help of the last of their friends in the real society. Next to it were two burning torches, and a weathered mat sitting in front of it.He kneeled down on the mat, bowing his head down and closing his eyes. “Oh, what have you delivered to my door in most beautiful but dangerous package?” He whispered to himself as start of prayer, his mind somewhat separating from himself, unable to notice anyone that came into the small room –not that any of the wolves would come in here without his word to.He let out an audible groan: if she was in heat, it was affecting him as well. He curled up slightly from his sitting position, looking up at the statue. “It may be heaven or hell, but please offer us safety in the mountains, safety from huu-mans and from our own mis-deeds.” Carys sipped at her water several times before finally returning the canteen to her pouch. Her hands shook as she refastened the leather straps, her cheeks still so very hot. As she turned to glance over at both Luke and Orrin, she noticed that Rylai had gone. Tilting her head, she slowly walked back over to her protectors and knelt beside them both.“Where did Rylai go?” Carys asked, her voice so very soft as she petted her two animal companions.Luke looked up at Carys, his eyes glowing brightly in the dimly lit cave.‘He went into the adjacent chamber,’he growled as he nuzzled against her.‘He thinks he upset you, Rys.’Orrin just stretched lazily, the warmth of the cave and having a full belly obviously making him tired. Luke too seemed tired and wanting of sleep.Giving both animals a nod, Carys whispered, “No, he didn’t upset me.” Her voice was hesitant, unsure and it made Luke’s fur rise a bit at her unease. “It’s just, well, we don’t talk of such things so publicly.”‘Being in heat?’Luke snarled, his body rubbing even closer to her than before.“Yes,” Carys answered, her cheeks reddening all over again.Orrin rolled over and let himself doze off as Luke continued to talk to their charge. The great cat knew she was safe and thus felt all right giving in to the exhaustion taking over his sleek body.‘It was a natural question, Rys. Both Orrin and I can smell when you are,’Luke projected.‘Every month you emit something neither of us can explain, but we feel it. Sense it.’He rested his head against her lap.‘Lately, it’s been stronger. Not sure why.’Carys winced at Luke’s words. She didn’t feel any differently than she had any other day of her life. So why could these animals, this shifter, notice such things? Perhaps her senses truly were dulled. Or maybe it was something else? No matter, she couldn’t feel it. So, she had no way of knowing what it was or what she could do to stop it.‘Don’t let it bother you, woman. You are under our care,’Luke growled.‘You humans are more similar to us animals than you might realize. You’re just soft. Though…’his growl became deeper, more forceful.‘We like that you are that way, Rys.’Carys smiled weakly. She had to hand it to Luke. The wolf knew her well. He always was quick on cheering her up when she felt down or bothered by something. Nodding, she gave him some more pets and then shifted to stand up. “I need to go to Rylai. Let him know that I’m not upset.”Luke made a gesture similar to a nod and moved to lay down close to where Orrin was resting. Carys pointed over to what looked like the way toward another area of the cave. Luke nodded once more and then closed his eyes. Letting out a long exhale, she then readied herself to go find Rylai and apologize.Carys slowly made her way to where Rylai had gone, walking along what appeared to be a short corridor of sorts. As she made her way along it, she could hear a muffled voice and she knew it was Rylai, though she wondered whom it was he was talking to. Soon, though, the corridor opened up. On the far side she could see him kneeling before what looked like a shrine, though she didn’t recognize the deity. She stood there silently for several long seconds as he knelt there on the ground. Finally, she shifted on her feet and felt a breeze blow past her body making her shiver a bit.Biting down on her lip and daring to take a step forward, Carys hesitantly whispered, “Rylai? I’m sorry for my earlier behavior. You hadn’t done anything wrong, I…” her voice trailed and her cheeks reddened. “I… I’m just a silly girl. I’m sorry if I upset you or made you feel badly. It wasn’t my intention.”Carys looked down at her feet as she took another step toward Rylai. His presence definitely felt stronger seeing him in his human form. But, not wanting him to think she feared him, she continued taking tiny steps, slowly closing the distance between them both. Finally, when she reached his side, she knelt down beside him and chuckled nervously.“Also, please. Please join us in our travels. I know not where I’m heading, but protecting me has been difficult on both Luke and Orrin. I know it has, though they’d never say as much to me.” Carys let out a tiny sigh. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth. So, if you change your mind. I will understand.” He could hear her footsteps even as she entered the corridor of the cavern, the sound echoing off the walls easily to him. He smiled softly; she had decided to come after him after all, whether to speak or otherwise. He still sat silently at the idol, deep in his prayers, but he let his mind wander. He was nearly done as it was, so he had enough time to speak with her by the time she arrived.He still sat, unmoving, as she approached and spoke, her whisper carrying to his sensitive ears. So strange and silly huu-mans were, but she seemed… kind. Gentle. Almost unknowing of the world’s cruelty. It took a moment for him to remember that she was cast out from her village just like his own family had been. It took a moment for a sigh to be stifled in his throat.“There is no need to apologize.” He said in a soft voice, an almost-chuckle in his voice. “I spoke too soon about you, too soon about something that I should not have. And in that, -I- am sorry. It seems I have forgotten my manners, although I still retain my humanity.” As she approached, his body shifted, turning halfway to face her, a soft smile on his face as a hand moved to push silver hair from his face.A small smile was on his face through her words, although it lightened about halfway through. “I will be joining you on your travels, even if it meant my death. I leave for my own sake, your protection merely an added benefit. Although it is quite a benefit, being able to move in a group rather than alone in this world. I am sure that the three of us will be able to protect you from most anything.“However.” He said, turning back to face the idol. “If I am to travel with you, we will need to clean the air a little between us.” His eyes closed as he let out a small breath. “You seem distanced by the fact that I am Alpha of the group. That is not over you. I hold power because you allow me to do thusly. I am simply a person. When you are able to see me this way, as a man instead of a leader, we will be able to travel much more comfortably than without.” Carys smiled a bit when Rylai began to speak. He wasn’t upset with her at all. And, from his tone, he seemed relieved that she sought him out. She wondered if that was how onlookers might have seen things, had any been present, or if it was just her own silly wishful thinking. Deciding not to dwell on things too much, she set her jaw and went with the former. In the end, she supposed it didn’t matter so long as things were set right.Sitting silently, Carys let Rylai finish what he had to say. He apologized for being so blunt so soon, letting her know in no unspoken terms that he should’ve waited. The admission, though a small one, caused her cheeks to flush a little and her smile brightened just a bit more. Suddenly, he turned to face her, pushing his hair away from his face. Immediately, she felt her breath catch as her eyes found his. He had more than presence. It was something she couldn’t explain and she found herself wondering if either Luke or Orrin could explain it to her later.Carys wanted to speak, to let Rylai know that things were all right. But, she couldn’t find her voice. It had fled the moment she peered into his eyes, eyes unlike anything she’d ever seen. They weren’t quite human though they weren’t quite animal. Licking her lips, she figured it could take a lifetime to truly figure out such eyes. At that, he began to speak again, telling her that he’d be joining her and her animal companions. Again, she smiled though she still couldn’t find her voice to speak. It was then, that his words began to take on a more serious turn, making a surge of adrenaline course through her body. It settled in her tummy causing it to flutter with nerves and something else.“I…” Carys stammered finally finding her voice. “If I seem distant at all, I’m sorry,” she then said. “I… I hadn’t realized. It’s just that, well, I’m a shy person by nature.”Carys turned away from Rylai’s gaze, suddenly feeling uncomfortable looking into his eyes. Her cheeks began to burn and she knew she had to look foolish and silly. Oh how she hated that her body always reacted so noticeably. Luke and Orrin had always told her it was endearing, that they liked that about her. But, she did not. It gave away her feelings all too often and made it more than obvious as to how shy and unknowing of things she truly was.As Carys turned to look at Rylai once again, mustering up all her courage and then some, she gave him another warm smile. Her eyes sparkled a little as she did so. She knew he had to think her so very naïve and weak given how she was acting, how her body was reacting with her blushes and stammers, but this was her. Who she was. Flaws and all.“I don’t mean to be so shy. Or quiet,” Carys chuckled softly. “I’m glad you’ll be traveling with us. I think I could learn a lot from you…” her voice trailed a little. “And you’ll be a help to both Luke and Orrin,” she added quickly. “Also, I… If it seems like I don’t see you as a man, you are wrong there. I see you as a man who cares about his family, his friends.” Nervously, she brought a hand up to her dark hair and began running her fingers through the thick, wavy tresses. “I admire that.” Again, she looked away and at the ground. “I really do think I can learn many things from you and for that I’m already appreciative.” Biting down on her lip, she let out a tiny sigh. “I just hope you’ll be patient with me and see that there’s more to me than this shy person sitting before you now.”Sucking in a sharp yet shaky breath, Carys looked up at Rylai. Her own pale eyes were full of sincerity and hopefulness, her cheeks flushed at having to speak plainly and admit things about herself she didn’t always like to face. Silent, still, she sat there before him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. His eyes peered deeply into hers, scouring her, looking for any nuances that would show him that she wasn’t being completely sincere with him. That she was yet another huu-man that was going to trick animals to capture for a pet or for food or the ilk. But everywhere he looked, from the soft, unmoving curvature of her body to her relaxed, slightly strained face, to her near-watery eyes, he couldn’t find a single thing to take away from it. Softly, he let out a chuckle, body moving to stretch, a few pops coming from his bones.“You seem sincere enough.” He finally said, as his body settled down, back slightly hunched forward, hands in his lap as he shifted, keeping the cloak from opening. “It is… natural for some people to be shy around newcomers. We will see if that changes in the coming days, weeks, months.” His hand moved so he could lean to the side slightly, relaxed, the other gripping his cloak at the waist. It fell open slightly around his chest, showing pale but strong muscle.“Although, it is something that is probably best taken care of. Nervousness may be the reason why my wolves were so easy to find and attack you. It endangers you at times, even if it endears you to people at others.” He made a final shift, body moving to lay on his side, shifting the cloak to mostly cover him. But the inch between the lip of the cloak and the floor confirmed that there were no clothes under it. The bane of shifters.“I suppose my main question is, do you have a destination? A set goal? A place you wish to head? Shelter? Or are you simply wandering the mountains of your homelands until you have an idea? For if you are, that is almost foolish, and certainly dangerous.” His voice held a slight bite to it, and he realized it, his hand moving slowly to rest on her knee, eyes looking compassionately up at her. “It may be a good idea to leave these mountains, and to find a place untainted by Huu-mans. For your safety, and for Orrin and Luke.” Carys felt her eyes lingering on Rylai’s chest as she watched him shift and move while speaking to her. Her mind wandering as she wondered how he could be so comfortable with himself while dressed in so very little. Finally, she looked away, staring at the ground instead. She felt rude and silly and so very foolish as her thoughts drifted this way and that. And though it was proving a bit difficult to concentrate, his words weren’t lost upon her. However, they did make her flush as she thought on her own naïveté. For nearly a solid year she’d been meandering the mountainside, foolishly hoping that there would come a time when her people would take her back. It hadn’t been until the scouts had first been spotted a couple months ago that she’d realized something more had to be done, that wishful thinking and hoping wouldn’t help her at all in her current predicament.Luke and Orrin had told Carys several times over that she needed to determine what was to be done with her life. That they’d stay with her and both help and support her through each and every decision she’d make in that regard. She was so grateful for her companions, their encouragement, their devotion. Their unfaltering love. She knew they’d always be patient with her despite how frustrated she could make them, despite the trouble she could be. And it made her love them both all the more. Now there was this shifter, not quite a man yet not quite an animal, who’d be joining them. There was so much he could teach her. She could feel it deeply within her bones, her soul. Swallowing and blinking her eyes several times, she finally nodded.“I am a foolish girl, Rylai. Hopeful and silly and…” Carys’ voice trailed. She felt her eyes dampen just a bit at how she’d been wishing so badly for her people to let her back into their lives. It was a wasted wish. She knew as much. But she didn’t want to admit that, didn’t feel ready. Though perhaps now was the time to finally let go. “I’ve been wasting my life out here in the wilds holding onto a hope that can never be.”Carys paused for a moment. As she started to make the admission, she felt a surge of emotion bubble up from within. Emotions laced with hurt, anger, sadness, frustration. Despair. Looking back over at Rylai, her eyes found his chest first. That pale, smooth chest she found herself wanting to suddenly touch. Cheeks a bit red, she allowed her eyes to find his.“I’ll never be allowed back to my village. And all I know of life is how to tend a home. I know so little of healing as my original plan had been to become a devoted follower of Eirys. I was going to become a priestess and learn how to best serve her as a healer for my people.” Carys let out a shaky sigh as a single tear fell from one of her blue eyes. Absently, she wiped it away. “I cannot do that now,” she then added. “Besides, after all I’ve been through I…” she bit down on her lip just then. “I don’t think it was truly the right path for me.” At that she smiled weakly. “Funny, isn’t it?”Carys’ words were rhetorical. Though she had to admit it had probably been fated that she’d endure such things so as to realize her true callings in life. Bringing her hands up to her dark hair and running her fingers through it, she licked at her lips and shifted a bit.“I do think you’re right though. It’s time I left here. I’ve been so… selfish.” Carys sucked in a sharp breath just then. Oh how horrible she’d been to both Orrin and Luke! Gasping, choking back the tears she felt wanting to desperately fall, she covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I told you I’m a foolish girl, too much trouble.” Taking a moment to compose herself, she finally was able to resume once more. “Yes, I must leave here, leave these mountains. My village told tales of a neighboring land riddled with forest. Perhaps it’s best I seek refuge there. Perhaps, there I can start to learn about basic survival. Maybe even seek out the oracle that supposedly resides deep in the forest’s heart. I’d still like to learn herb lore and how to heal and help people. But, my knowledge is so little and I know no one who can teach me nor have I any coin to pay with. Maybe she can point the way, tell me who can help me there, if anyone…”Carys gave Rylai another weak smile. As she did, her eyes suddenly drifted back to his chest once again. It was so hard not to stare, to sneak glances. Bringing her knees to her chest, she rested her chin upon them, wondering what more the shifter would have to say to her. Waiting for him to speak again, she found herself hoping that he could see past her shyness and naïveté. That he’d see that there was a girl sitting before him who was willing and wanting to learn, wanting to find her way. Wanting to learn her destiny. “Foolishness and silliness are not bad qualities for a person, my dear.” He said simply, the smile on his face compassionate as he looked into her eyes. “You just cannot let it rule you, for then you surpass foolishness. However, one would envy your hope. If only there was hope like that left in the world…” His words trailed off on their own, before he shook his head with a small smile. “You cannot think that your life was wasted here. After all, you found me, did you not? A new companion for your journey. And now you have been given new insight, what you wanted for yourself. So surely, do not be angered at your own willingness to stay in these mountains, for they are not all bad. Just see that it may be time to leave them now.”He was watching her, noting to himself how her eyes darted over his body, slight tinges of blushes coming to her cheeks every time, but the blush became fewer as time went on. Heat, indeed. He let her believe that he did not notice, not for the time being. But….“Your village will not accept you, but others could. And possibly will. One who can speak to animals is rare, indeed. But there are enough villages where your talent would be useful, to prevent the wild coming and destroying what they had worked on for so long. Your village be damned, you still can become what you wish: a healer. It is simply finding what you need to learn how to.” His words rang true enough. If she didn’t want to be a priestess, she still wanted to be a healer, he could see that much, and her words proved it. “There are enough places that a travelling healer would be desperately sought out for.”The act of her licking her lips was surprisingly hot to him, and the cloak shifted slightly, but not of his hand’s movement. He waited for her to speak. “You were not selfish. But now you know what you need to do. This oracle sounds like a good start. When this storm ends, we leave to the forest true, and he seek the oracle out. There, we will find your true path. The way that you will learn the arts of being a healer. And from there, we will find a new place for you to live, if ever you find a spot. You may simply live as a wandering healer, but you will save much more people that way than taking settlement. You could see the world. Experience much more than a simple huu-man experiences in a single lifetime.”He sat up, making sure his hips were covered, but he let his chest remain open and bare. His hand lightly reached for hers, taking it in warm and light fingers, and slowly brought it to his chest, seeing her desire to do some. He was toned and somewhat muscular, and he let her hand rest over his heart, letting her feel the steady – although heightened – beating, his own nervousness around her showing that way instead of saying it. Carys listened attentively as Rylai spoke. She was grateful that he tried to reassure her, to strengthen that hope to which she was so desperately clinging. The gesture was a welcome one and, from his tone, she was certain his hope wasn’t in vain. No. This shifter wasn’t the sort to say things merely to ease one’s mind. He meant what he’d said, believed it. And that only made her believe in it as well. The idea of that warmed her, made her feel better about her future than she’d ever allowed herself to feel. For once, in about a year, she finally felt as if her life might have purpose once again.Smiling, cheeks still tinged a shade of pink, Carys was about to thank Rylai. Thank him for helping her now and for lending support when most probably wouldn’t have. Well, except for Luke and Orrin most likely. But they always did their utmost to make sure she was happy and safe. This shifter had only just met her and had no ties to her other than that he’d been gracious enough to offer sanctuary for the time being as well as his services once they departed. She was nothing to him. Was she?Carys suddenly felt her breath catch as she tried to speak, Rylai sitting up as he took a gentle hold of her hand. She swallowed hard, unsure of what he was doing, trying to show her. As such, she let him manipulate her hand, bringing it close to his body and finally resting it lightly against his bared chest. Blinking several times she allowed her fingertips to take in the feel f his skin beneath them. He was indeed smooth, his muscles hard, but not in an unpleasant way. As her hand lingered, his own still holding it to him, she could feel his heart beating fast, erratically as was her own.Her words were suddenly lost to her, thought straying as she stared at the planes of Rylai’s chest. When she managed to find some semblance of focus, her eyes shifted and found his, gazing into them trying to understand what it was he was doing. As she peered into those pools of blue, she felt something strange happening to her body. She felt oddly warm and the need to loosen her clothes became very, very strong. At that, her cheeks began to burn once more, yet again giving away her feelings, maybe even her thoughts.Her thoughts. Carys wasn’t sure she was capable of anything rational in that moment. Her eyes began to avert from Rylai’s gaze, slowly moving their way down until she was staring at where his cloak covered the lower areas of his body. Licking her lips, she wondered what the rest of him looked like. She’d only gotten a glimpse of his form earlier on and it was under the cover of night and blowing snow.“I…” Carys stammered, her body trembling.Carys let her fingertips rub at Rylai’s chest a little. Her eyes still fixed on where his cloak covered him up from view. Unsure of what was happening, she let her hand slowly move down. Slowly, so slowly, taking in more of the feel of his skin. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was as if her blood was pumping furiously, settling in her core and making it pulse. What was this? What was this sensation? Eyebrows furrowed, she took a small liberty since he wasn’t seeming to protest just yet and let her fingers move just a bit further.Suddenly, Carys’ eyes went wide. She’d become wet between her legs, her thighs dripping with juices she was certain came from her body. What was this? What was he doing to her? Why was this happening? Shifting slightly, her legs rubbed together placing a tiny bit of pressure against her sex. And oh, it felt so nice. Wonderful. Wanting to feel it again, she squeezed her thighs together and let out a gasp. Almost instantly, she pulled her hand away from Rylai, her cheeks so red as she sat there before him. Her body was protesting, but she didn’t understand why.“What is this feeling, Rylai? Why do I ache here?” Carys kept her eyes on the ground and pointed between her legs. She somewhat knew the answer, but needed for him to say something to her. Anything. She needed his reassurance, his guidance. “For some reason I feel like this,” she pointed between her legs once again and blushed deeper, “needs to be touched. I…” her voice trailed. Looking back into his eyes she whispered. “If… if I touch you? Will you touch me and explain?”Carys’ eyes were big and glistening, full of wonder and confusion. She needed Rylai, though how she wasn’t certain. But as she looked at him, she knew he’d know the answer. She knew he’d know what to do. Rylai let her hand slowly wander down his chest, eyes closing slightly as he enjoyed the soft brushing of her fingers on his skin. It was almost relaxing, if it didn’t simultaneously fuel the heat inside him, making him stiffen to a hard pole, covered well by the cloak he was wearing. What he didn’t expect was her reaction, only half noticing that she squeezed her legs together, was blushing, until she let out that soft sound.Her hand left his skin around mid stomach, and he opened his eyes once more, looking at her with a curious look, before smiling, a soft blush at her words and questions. He let her get it all out before he said anything. “It is the heat, your body wanting to mate, to find a male to be with. It is craving the touch, the feel of a man’s embrace.” He slowly moved, going on hands and knees and slowly crawling over to her, almost animalistic in its own right. His cloak fell open, revealing what she had wanted to see, his length hard, bobbing slightly in the chilled air.He slowly moved over her as he spoke, slowly and lightly leaning her back onto the floor, letting his body blanket over hers even as he stayed over her by a few inches, to give her breathing space. “Your body needs to be touched, but more than to be touched. I can show you. I can be your mate for tonight. And forever. I wish it, if you would allow.” His head lowered, and lightly brushed a kiss against her lips, lightly, nicely, although the heat was almost electrifying.“And I will.” He said softly to her final question. “I will be more than happy to touch and explain. But I am in heat as well. I need your touch…” His hand rose, slowly running along her cheek, down her neck. “Your clothes, they must be removed.” Carys felt her body screaming at her, more wetness pooling between her legs as she watched Rylai allow his cloak to fall away from his body. Her eyes were fixed on him, taking in all that they could as he slowly stalked toward her on his hands and knees. He was truly magnificent, a sight to behold. As she continued to watch him, she found her mind beginning to fill with thoughts that made her want to run, to hide.Was this really the heat? Was this why she felt as she did, had the thoughts that she was? Trembling, Carys somehow knew it was. Rylai had told her as much. And though they’d only just met there was something about him, something in his presence, his way. She knew he was right and that it was him who needed to help and guide her, teach her. Mate with her.When Rylai finally positioned himself above Carys, she felt her skin get warm and sensitive, though her muscles began to tense as nervousness threatened to consume her. Just then, she felt a shiver run along her spine. Her body quaked briefly as it passed over her, making her bite down on her lower lip as she looked up into his lustful eyes. He was being so gentle with her. The way he touched her, spoke to her. The way his lips felt when he finally pressed them firmly against her own. Yes, he seemed to understand her. To understand that she was a bit frightened, embarrassed. Looking into his eyes, she gave him the nod he required.Slowly, Carys began to remove her clothes. Layer after layer. When she finally came down to her most intimate of clothing, she felt her face get hot. She was embarrassed, afraid of what Rylai would think of her when he finally saw her without anything to cover her up. Would he like what he saw as she did with him? Would he still want to touch her, have her touch him? Would he bring that sensation back she’d suddenly felt between her legs? As so many questions ran through her mind, she mustered up her courage and looked back into his eyes once more. She could see that he was waiting. For her.Swallowing hard and then licking her lips, Carys removed the last articles of clothing. Carefully, she placed them aside, her expression one of worry. “Do I please you?” she found herself asking, her voice so very soft and unsure. “Do you… do you still want to touch me?”Carys clamped her eyes shut as she waited for Rylai to speak, to move. Worry coursed over her and as it did, she could feel more of her wetness dripping down along her thighs. She was so wet, her sex throbbing in time with her heart. It longed to be touched. She longed for explanation. She longed for him to make her his mate for forever, whatever it was that such a thing entailed. She was slowly undressing herself, and he was feeling anxious, hot and needy. She slowed herself, seeing her nervousness. He leaned in, kissing her, squirming somewhat before she removed the rest of her clothing. His eyes went over her body, those beautiful curves, the swell of her breasts, the mound of venus and the soft curve downward that was hidden at the angle, but the smell of her juices wafted up to his nose either way, alluring him further.She asked him that question, and as she closed her eyes, face laced with worry, he decided that action was much better than words. His hand slowly slid down her side, before sliding around her leg, finding the warm wetness of her core. He was slow, stroking her lips before a finger slid between, stroking her clit slowly. The smile was on his face, but his lips were slightly parted as he was enveloped in heat, his length bouncing slightly in its need.His fingers were slow, purposefully teasing her, wanting to make her hotter. It was a few minutes before he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean of her sweet juices, looking into her eyes. “Was that answer enough, my dear?” He asked, his voice husky. He leaned forward, kissing her deeply, a soft groan on his lips. “You taste good.” He whispered, needily. His hand took hers lightly.“Do you want to touch, to explore and play and please, or do you want to mate? We can mate another time if you wish. I simply wish to touch you. I want to so bad.” The last bit was a whisper of need, his hand lightly holding hers, to guide her in case she chose the former. As worry washed over her entire being, Carys kept her eyes tightly closed. Better to see nothing than a potentially disapproving smirk on Rylai’s face. Waiting, trembling, she didn’t think she could bear it now if he wasn’t pleased with what he saw before him. She was more than vulnerable, her feelings and body bared before him in such a fashion. As she laid there, she suddenly wondered how many others he’d been with, how many others were better and in so many ways than she was. She was a nothing. Inexperienced, naïve of the world. A silly girl asking to be taught. Oh, it was mortifying the longer she let her mind dwell on it all.Just then, Carys felt something scorch the skin of her sides. The sudden heat made her suck in a sharp breath, her mind trying to focus on what it was she was feeling now. The warmth traveled with purpose, moving downward to her thighs until it finally settled on… At that, her eyes went wide. Rylai’s fingers had found her dripping wet sex. He touched and teased the little swollen nub, gently caressing it until it swelled further making her all but writhe there as he lavished so much attention to the slit between her legs. More of her juices gushed from her and it was then that he finally pulled his fingers away, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean.Carys’ eyes were as big as saucers as she watched, her skin flushed, her breath ragged. What had Rylai done to her? The nub between her legs was twitching, begging for more of his attention, his touches. But that wasn’t all that wanted to be touched now. No. Other parts were feeling the desire, longing to feel his hands upon them. Strong hands. Hands that would move deftly and purposefully.Looking down, Carys then noticed her breasts. They’d gone taut, her nipples hard and erect. Swallowing, the tiniest of breezes was making them go harder still. So sensitive, yearning for… something. She looked at Rylai’s parted mouth and wondered what it would feel like if he placed it upon her breasts and maybe on other places as well. Oh, what were these thoughts? What was happening to her? It was all so confusing, so scary.“Was that answer enough?” Rylai then asked, his voice almost foreign to Carys’ ears as it had turned so husky and full of… was that desire? She nodded without thinking as he told her how she tasted to him and that only made her sex drip all the more.Carys blinked several times. She was so very wet, a total mess between her legs as her body continued to react and respond. She almost didn’t hear Rylai’s next words as her mind began to spin and swirl with thoughts and images and worry. Would he still want her later? Would she compare to the others she knew he’d had in the past?Looking into Rylai’s eyes, her own so very expressive, Carys let out a small, soft gasp. “I… I want to touch and be touched some more,” she answered. “I want to understand these sensations. I want to see what you feel like before…” her voice trailed as her face flushed red. “Before we mate.”Mate. Rylai truly wanted to mate with her. Carys wondered why that was. Was it merely the heat? The fact that she was convenient and curious and… Shaking her head, she felt her heart begin to race, to pound. Oh how she hoped it was something more. It was odd, but she knew he could teach her things and somehow she knew this was a part of that teaching. Or, well, she hoped it was anyway. There was a presence about this shifter. Something that was slowly luring her in, making her want him to take. It was all so confusing.“I… I…” Carys stammered. Her body was in such need. “Please, touch me more. Please,” she suddenly begged. “Please, let me touch you while you touch me. Show me what to do, Rylai. Please.” Her reactions, her sounds, the heat of her body, all of it brought up the heat inside him… and he suddenly felt the rush of nervousness as what the situation was washed over him. It had only been about a year since he himself was touched. The words that were spoken to him, they washed over his mind, reminding him of the whole situation. The woman that had worn the status of Alpha far better than he ever had, the one who had taught him what he needed to know, and divined a female coming to him. His heart pounded faster as a slow realization of what was happening came to him, and his cheeks burned as he looked into her eyes, seeing the need and want in Carys’ own face.“Carys…” He whispered, half huskily, all needily. Her words washed over him, bringing him to a new height of need. He took her hand in one of his own, slowly bringing it up and against his chest, where his own heart was rocketing around in his chest. “I need you so much, for now and for long after this journey of yours begins. I want to forever be at your side.” He leaned forward, his hand leaving hers to hold him up as he kissed her deeply, a loving passion behind it, moving close to her body, hot skin on skin.He broke the kiss, heavy-lidded eyes looking into her own, a small shiver of need going through his body. “We will go slowly. You starting with my body before I show you how your body can feel. Then… Then I will show you the joys of mating.” He wanted her, wanted her dearly and only her. He knew that he was divined that this moment would happen, and now he was complete.He slowly shifted to her side, onto his back, although he faced her. Lightly he took her hand, bringing it to his length. The first touch pulled a gasp from his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his mind felt like it was wiped clean. Desire and need and heat were the only things driving him now. He turned his head to look into her eyes as his opened, that desire plain on his face. That desire for her. “Try to be gentle with it. But anything you wish to try, I will not stop you.” Carys swallowed as Rylai explained to her that he wanted her now. That he wanted her forever. How this man knew such a thing she assumed had to be a result of his animal side. His instincts obviously making things very clear in his mind while her own remained muddled and confused. Though, as she looked into his eyes, her body shaking still, she could feel that she was filled with such longing for him. Wondering what it would be like to touch him back, to get… close.Biting down on her lip, Carys began to follow Rylai’s instructions. He’d said she could go ahead and touch him, his only requirement that she be gentle. Though, given how new everything was to her, she had no other idea of how to be. Licking her lips, she brought one hand up to touch the stiff length protruding from his body. It twitched slightly as her fingertips gently brushed against it. Tilting her head, she gave him a nervous smile and then let her fingers encircle the shaft as he laid there.It was hard, but not in an unpleasing way. Curious, she allowed her hand to slide down along the length. It was velvety skin atop hard muscle, so strange the way it reacted as she stroked it. Harder, longer, thicker. Carys watched it grow as she continued to touch and caress. Continuing her ministrations, she suddenly noticed a bead of moisture beginning to form at the tip. It glistened and beckoned, urging her to touch it, to rub it into Rylai’s skin.Without further hesitation, Carys allowed one of her fingers to touch the tiny bead. It was slick and slippery and easily began to coat Rylai’s tip as she smoothed it over his skin. Just then, she remembered what he’d done earlier to her. Should she dare? Should she try? Sucking in a sharp breath, she then brought the dampened finger to her lips. She gently pushed it into her mouth and allowed her tongue to taste. The texture was strange, but hardly displeasing, the taste salty upon her taste buds. When she removed the finger, she went to touch him more, wondering if she could make his member weep yet again for her.Carys was rewarded almost instantly with another bead of moisture, the sight of which made her smile. Then, for reasons unknown, she bent down closer to study what she’d done. Closer, closer, her hot breath washing over Rylai’s length and tip as she peered at the miraculous thing she’d just done. Smiling a bit more, she suddenly let her tongue dart out and lap at the bead. The moment she did so, she felt her cheeks redden. Not backing away, her eyes finding his, she swallowed.“Is this all right, Rylai? May I lick you as well as touch you?” Carys felt embarrassed. As the words passed over her lips she suddenly felt so stupid for having asked, for having let her tongue touch him in the she just had. It seemed improper for some reason. Improper, but… so good. As she looked at him, waiting, terrified, she longed to taste more him, wanting to feel how his length felt in her mouth as her tongue swirled about him and tasted more of that delicious liquid that wept from his tip. Her fingers were the first to lightly brush against his length, and a sharp intake of breath was the first sound she was able to pull from him, before her fingers wrapped lightly and tenderly around him, a soft moan escaping. His mind was slowly wiped clean of any fears, doubts, wants and needs, all focused on the exquisite pleasure that she was giving him. His eyes were closed, lips eternally opened as she played, from slow pumping, to coating the head of his length, to her tongue slowly lapping against the tip to taste him.He was brought out of his dazed mind when he heard her words. “Y-yes…” He was able to moan out, eyes opening as he looked over her, eyes lustful and needy, losing himself to the pleasure. Slowly, his hand reached out, fingers slowly running down her spine, feeling the soft skin, before his hand rested against her hips, slowly moving forward, but unable to move further than near the top of her womanhood from the position he was at. Carys let out a tiny gasp when she heard Rylai’s hoarse whisper. What she was doing was all right. He approved. And, from his tone, she could’ve sworn he’d wanted her to resume. Assuming this to be what he was indicating, she leaned forward once more, bringing her mouth closer, ever so much closer, to his tip.As Carys paused for a moment, her eyes fixated on how Rylai’s tip was yet again creating another tiny bead for her to taste, she let her fingers circle about his length. Oh, that smoothness, the rich and warm feel of his flesh beneath her fingers. Up and down she stroked him, taking delight in how it made him grow. Thicken.When the tiny bead became larger, Carys could no longer help herself. She wanted to taste that saltiness, to feel it on her tongue. Slowly, she let out a hot breath and allowed her tongue to gently lap at the fluids on Rylai’s tip. It was exquisite and delicious. She wanted more. Knowing that he wanted her to taste, she then let her tongue caress the skin of his tip, deciding that perhaps she could coax more from his body for her to taste. Her tongue swirled about the tip while her fingers gently caressed the lower part of his length.Carys rather liked the way Rylai was reacting, his body moving a bit. His hands moving to touch her body in return. Letting out a soft sigh, she realized that her sex had gotten wet yet again. That ache, it was back. It was strong. Oh god, what was he doing to her. At that, with her free hand, she reached down to see just how slick she’d become. After all, it was only moments ago that her wetness and arousal had seemed to pique this shifter’s interest. Perhaps it still did?When Carys’ hand found her slit, she nearly groaned aloud at just how wet she was. The liquids seeping from her sex had already coated her thighs. And that little nub, the one beckoning for attention, desperately wanting to be touched. It screamed in agony.Licking at Rylai’s tip, Carys mumbled, “Rylai, I’m so wet. I ache again. Please, Rylai.” She was whimpering now, begging for him to do something. “I need you. Please, touch me, Rylai. Anything. This ache… oh, Rylai.”While Carys waited for Rylai to do something, she continued to lick at his tip. Finally mustering up her courage to suck on him just a bit deeper. He was all man and flesh. So delectable on her tongue. The more she tasted, the stronger the ache.“Rylai,” Carys whimpered. “Please, Rylai… I ache. I ache so badly…” His mind was wiped of any conceivable thought as her tongue darted almost expertly over his tip, then she slowly worked on his head, his body squirming slightly underneath her ministrations. Oh, it was so good, so much better than that demonic enchantress that had taught him a mere year ago. What did it mean? She reacted so easily to his touches, and his body ignited so quickly when she simply touched him. When it came to actual play, so close to mating, his body was a pillar of fire and heat and need. What did it mean?Her whimpers made his ears perk up almost like a wolf as she took more of his length into her mouth, pulling a groan from his lips as he hand tugged lightly at her hips, shifting her lightly. It wasn’t until her second cry, the need so evident in her voice that he tugged strongly, pulling her hips around so she was nearly laying on him, his head between her legs.His mouth moved automatically, licking up her juices that had escaped to her thighs, before sliding up, finding that swollen button that so desperately wanted his attention. His tongue gave it exactly what it wanted, slowly dipping and flicking along it, the taste of her flesh and juices sending a fresh haze over his mind. He was slow in his ministrations, but there wasn’t much control in him, and his own speed was spurred on by her own actions.((Sorry, been rather brain-dead the last couple days.)) Suddenly, Carys found her body being pulled at, Rylai’s hands gripping her hips and sliding her up his body. Swallowing, she let him lead and guide her, let him show her what next needed to be done. Just then, she stopped moving, his hands still tightly holding her down. Biting down on her lower lip, she waited for what was to happen and then…Carys let out a loud gasp. She could feel something warm and wet caressing her sex. Oh what was Rylai doing? She let out another gasp, a groan. Eyes rolling back, she felt her skin become covered with gooseflesh as her body began to respond in so many ways it overwhelmed. Her nipples hardening, her clit swelling.“Rylai… Rylai…” Carys whimpered, her body trembling as Rylai’s mouth did its masterful work.Never had Carys known such pleasures. Never had she known such things could ever be done or shared. Whimpering, panting, she felt her legs spread wider. More teasing caresses, more wonderful sensations. Her body was ignited and she couldn’t help but want more. Tiny mewling sounds passed over her lips as she slowly began to move her hips. She had no idea what she was doing or why. Just that it felt… right. Felt… wonderful.Tiny jolts coursed along Carys’ skin and more low moans filled the air. Rylai’s mouth was magic, making her feel and experience things she had no idea could ever be felt. Sitting up a bit, she allowed her body to arch and writhe against his face, taking care not to put too much pressure on him for fear of hindering his breathing. As she moved in ways she didn’t understand, her hands moved to tangle themselves within his silvery hair.“Rylai… what’s happening… Rylai…” Carys moaned. She could feel the nub of her sex aching, screaming. Begging.It was wanting something. Carys knew it wholly and completely. But what? Just then, she could feel her body tensing. Her sex! What was happening?“Rylai…?” Carys spoke, her voice intense and desperate. “Rylai… my body… oh god…” Without thinking, she moved her hips faster, harder. Her body was acting on instinct, thought no longer coherent. “Rylai… Rylai…”Carys had no idea what was coming over her. Just that she needed to move, to buck. She needed more of Rylai’s mouth against her. A strange urge for her sex to stretch, to be probed. Suddenly peculiar thoughts of Rylai’s tongue moving in and out of her sex, sinking deeply within her wet folds began to fill her mind. At that, a gush rushed between her legs, her body tensing more and more. Oh what was happening? What was her body doing?“Rylai…!” Carys shouted, her body suddenly in the throes of her first orgasm. Loud whimpering cries were released as her body shook with ecstasy for the very first time. His every movement of his mouth was controlled – refined even. His tongue was slow, swirling and playing and teasing… everything that she needed. His arms shifted to hold her by the hips as he felt her body moving, sitting up, hands going into his hair. His breathing heated as he felt her hips shifting, rocking as his mouth so willingly gave her the pleasure he promised.Her cries of want and need did not go unanswered. Every time his name was heard his tongue lapped harder against her clit, until it was nearly a repetitive motion, tasting her juices as they slowly slid out of her, down into his waiting mouth. Oh, she tasted so good. She had left her work on him, but he did not care. They would have even greater play in a few moments.It was when her hips bucked against him that his tongue slid up slightly, slowly delving into her, the tip feeling her fleshy folds trip tightly. It was a scant few thrusts before her orgasm came, his hands keeping her hips still as she writhed, her juices being drunken as if it was the waters of life. His tongue teased her entrance until her body calmed down, and then he moved.His hands were easy and careful, shifting her body until she was laying down on the ground, his own shifting to be on hers. He blanketed her warmly, holding himself up as his legs gently moved hers to be separate, his eyes locked on hers. “Let me show you the throes of pleasure.” He whispered huskily, before kissing her in a heated passion.It was slow, his hips moving down, slowly rubbing his length against her slickened folds, then the head finding her entrance and so slowly sliding into her. A soft groan escaped, feeling her folds grip so tightly to him. His motions were slow, careful to keep his mind in control in case she was hurt.

Whispers From Wolves (Raziel99 & darkangel76)

_Discipline is Crucial_ (closed)

"Discipline is Crucial"​Mikihad been waiting in the otherwise empty hallway for nearly all of 6th period. She should have been in Advanced Chemistry. It was her last class of the day, and she was barely passing. Which was the reason she was in the hall, not in class.What is that you're saying? Makes no sense? Yeah, well, you don't know Miki yet.Today was Thursday. There was no school Friday. The was no school Monday either: Presidents Day or some otherold dead white menholiday. Miki didn't care why she had the day off. She only cared that it was a 4 day weekend. That her family had rented a massive cabin in Vale for Miki and her friends for the holiday. That she had a flight aboard a chartered jet that left in two hours. And that she wasn't about to miss a weekend of skiing, drinking, and fucking because some teacher told her she had to see the Head Master about herattitudebefore she left for the day.The door down the hall opened. An older woman stuck her head out, looking the 19 year old College Preparatory student up and down."Mickey, those shoes are a violation--""Yeah, yeah, Lois, I know," Miki cut in. She pushed away from the wall and headed eagerly toward the door. Her 4 inch spikes -- too tall, too narrow, too sexy -- clicked against the tile and echoed off the walls. "Is he available?"Lois stepped aside and gestured the student through. As she passed, Miki corrected, "And it's notMIC-key, like the mouse. It'smee-kee, without accent on the first..."Miki went silent and waved dismissively at the woman. Why was she explaining this to a secretary. Oh sure, Lois's desk placard said Executive Assistant. But the woman almost three times Miki's age was just a coffee server and general go-fer for the man Miki wanted desperately to see, and quickly."And your skirt is--"Miki cut in again, paraphrasing the private school's regulations which she rarely paid attention to. "Four inches too high. Skirts and dresses may have a lower hem line a max of two inches above the knee. Wanna grab a ruler?""Why are you like this?" Lois asked in a polite, soft tone. "You are intelligent and witty and were such a good student--""Before I grew tits and realized that I don't need what I'm learning here to get through life?" Miki cut in. She gestured impatiently toward the door. Lois reluctantly knocked softly and opened it. Miki said with a low sneer, "Fourteen more months of this. My trust fund becomes available. And the first thing I'm going to spend my money on is a weekend for you with a gigolo sporting a big cock. Would you like that, Lois?"The EA's eyes opened wide and her face exploded red in embarrassment. She backed then spun, then returned to her desk in shock. She reminded herself that two more years of snotty little girls and she could retire and get out of this place, too.Miki stepped inside the Head Master's office. She closed the door behind her, leaning back against it. The man was on his cell phone with what sounded like a donor. Bryce Academy had once been a premiere private school for girls. But the Great Recession and the loss of fortunes amongst many of its donor families had been tough on the school most simply called Bryce. It had lost a quarter of its student body in the past decade. Worse yet, it had had to supplement its falling numbers with troublesome types. Like Miki.Her father had been writing big checks to Bryce over his daughter's 8 years here. They had covered the standard tuition, room, board, and other required fees due for any student, good or bad. They'd also included what amounted to bribery meant to cover for his daughters constant antics. Miki first antics had occurred while she was participating in Bryce's Advanced Placement High School Completion Program. Smoking pot had been the first incident. And the second. And third. The fourth had been streaking naked across campus in the light of day with only a Halloween mask on. (The mask had worked, but Miki had announced her streak before hand and more than 60 cell phones had caught the act. Within seconds, she was all over Facebook, Instagram, YouTube and a dozen other social media sites.)Then the antics became highly inappropriately sexual. She'd been accused of sucking a 23 year old Office Assistant's cock to get him to change her grades in the computer. She had, of course. But there'd been no proof. (The OA, of course, was let go.) She'd introduced the Dean of Science's daughter to the wonders of lesbian love. It hadn't been the sex that got Miki in trouble. It had been filming the encounter and blackmailing the Dean. Yes, you guessed it, Miki wanted a better grade on her Physics final exam. (As with the OA, the embarrassed Dean and his disgraced daughter are no longer at Bryce, but daddy's money had allowed Miki to remain.)There had been numerous rumors of drug sales and distribution. Of theft of valuable jewelry, phones, and computers. Of vandalism. Of more taboo sex. But, there had never been anything that would get Miki and her daddy's money kicked out of her second Program at Bryce, the Post-Secondary College Preparatory Program. (The PSCPP. Most of the girls in it, all above 18 and some as old as 22, were problem children like Miki. And most of them had parents with big, BIG money. Which was why they joked that PSCPP stood for "Papa Send Cash, Pretty Please.")"Good to see you, Miki," the Head Master said. He gestured her to a chair opposite him at the desk.Miki was happy to hear the man pronounce her name correctly. Well, she'd expected it. They had these little get-togethers four or five times a month. Although school policy forbade it, Miki sometimes called him by his given name in private, just to imply a more intimate relationship between them. There wasn't one, of course.But in truth, Miki was pretty sure that if she were to offer herself to the 'Master', he'd take her in a heart beat. But really? He was old. Old enough to be her father and maybe even her grandfather, she wasn't entirely sure. And he was stuffy. Or seemed to be. Just the type Bryce liked to keep up their image. But then, he was very handsome. And fit, for his age anyway. Miki had seen him in the school's gym during Staff Hours (when no students were supposed to be about). He was just the kind of man Miki would be happy to part her thighs for. But, so far, she hadn't had to. Daddy's money had always saved the day. And it always would. No, Miki would have to have one helluva good reason to take the Head Master's old shriveled up cock into her tight, girlish pussy.Little did she know that that reason was upon her. Miki Johnson ! The name had come to both haunt and taunt Julian Lockwood, head Master of Bryce Academy. Julian was quite familiar with Miss Johnson academic record. Miki had begun her career at Bryce as an outstanding student but as the years at Bryce passed her grades plummeted until her over all GPA was a disgraceful 2.2. Yet that was not the only problem, for with Miki’s plummeting grades, came disciplinary problems as well. Julian should of long sense expelled the girl yet father, Reed Johnson, had made it financially benefital for Julian and Bryce to keep Miki on. That was until Miki’s last escapade when Reed Johnson had declared that Miki was on her own and he would not spend another cent on bailing her out, after all she was 19, a young woman, not a child. Julian’s train of thought was interrupted as he heard that last of Miki’s conversation with his Executive Assistant. "Fourteen more months of this. My trust fund becomes available. And the first thing I'm going to spend my money on is a weekend for you with a gigolo sporting a big cock. Would you like that, Lois?"There was no mistaking the condescending note in the girl’s voice. Julian drew a deep breath. He watched behind tented hands as Miki sauntered into his office. He could not help but notice the stiletto heels, and the skirt that was at least twice as high above her knees that the school dress code allowed."Good to see you, Miki,"The often practiced ritual began again as usual. Julian gestured her to a chair opposite him at the desk. His desk was as it always was, a picture of his estranged wife glowering out from the picture frame, there was not a perfect marriage but it had lasted. Julian smiled at Miki, as this was to be their last meeting. Julian Lockwood dropped his hands, his dark hazel eyes met Miki’s. As always he was impeccably dressed, there was a touch of sliver at his temples and his close cropped tawny copper hair was neatly groomed.“Miss Johnson at the end of the semester you will be expelled from Bryce Academy. That will allow you four weeks to find another school if that is your desire.”Julian knew well that one of the conditions of Miki’s trust fund was that she had to graduate and Miki was far from having the required credits and the prospects of another school accepting her at 19 and with her record was slim at best.“That is all Miss Johnson.” Miki smiled at Julian’s declaration of her ejection from Bryce. She was waiting for the Headmaster to do as he always did in these circumstances. Tell her to report the news to her father. Give Daddy a day or two to formulate another donation to or equipment purchase for the school Wait for him to send the check. Cash it and go on with life until Miki’s next offense.But then Julian simply dismissed her. He had never done that before It had been so quick that it took Miki a moment to even begin contemplating the situation. Hell, he hadn’t even taken the usual time to let his gaze fall to her young, firm bosom, the nipples of which were more than obvious with the lack of a bra behind the uniform’s thin cloth.Miki’s little smirk faded slowly. She sat up taller in her chair, only causing her B cups to become even more obvious. “What are you saying?”She listened to his response. Then Miki began to panic. “You don’t want me to call my father? To let him…?”Miki didn't finish. The Headmaster was serious. He was kicking her out. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t kick her out. Miki had to finish Bryce. Her future depended on it. The future of her money depended on it. If she didn’t finish PSCPP, the full cash payout from her trust became a monthly allowance instead. And Miki simply couldn't survive on a measly $5,000 a month. How could anyone be expected to survive on just five grand a month? It was inhumane!Miki asked why this was happening, beyond the fact that she deserved to be expelled. The Headmaster would either explain the deal between him and her father or he wouldn’t. Didn’t matter. Miki knew she was fucked.Unless.She had slumped back into her chair again as they’d talked. Now she sat back tall again, emphasizing her bosom again as she smiled to Julian. Miki had heard that the Headmaster’s wife hadn’t been seen on campus in weeks. She had a number of sources for that and believed it to be totally accurate. She’d also heard that the Headmaster had some sexual quirks. But those were only third and fourth hand rumors.Mii rarely out much faith in such gossip, but in this case she was desperate. So she took a chance.“Mister Lockwood,” Miki began with a tone that suddenly made her sound six years younger that her actual age of 19. She flashed him a wide grin. “I’ve been a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished. But. Isn’t there something else we could consider?” Julian Lockwood had waited a very long time to take Miss Miki Johnson to task, to burst her little bubble in which she could buy her way out of any situation. Julian smugly watched as the realization slowly dawn on Miki that he was quite serious, that this time she would truly be expelled. The headmaster of Bryce watched as Miki slumped in her chair obviously chest fallen at this sudden an unsuspected turn of events. He watched as Miki drew herself up in the chair and leaned slightly forward. He noticed how her firm young breasts strained against the thing material of her school blouse. IT was quite obvious, as her nipples were quite obvious, that Miki had not bothered with a bra today. What a little teaseJulian thought.“Mister Lockwood,”Miki’s voice had taken on the note of a little girl lost, of a frighten child suddenly beyond her depths. “I’ve been a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished. But Isn’t there something else we could consider?”Julian noticed the little pout that bowed Miki’s moist ripe lips, and the slow come hither look in her soft eyes. Her short little skirt had ridden up her long sculptured legs and now barely covered her panty clad pussy. Julian eyes were glazed with a forbidden lust he was tempted to take advantage of the situation. No….no…he couldn’t he was Head master of Bryce Academy, it was wrong! And yet as his mind rejected the temptation that Miki presented he found himself speaking,“Yes Miss Johnson you have been a very naughty young lady and you do deserve to be punished.”The tip of Julian’s tongue slid across the bow of his lips. He pushed his chair back from his desk and his dark hazel eyes met Miki’s.“Come here young lady!”For the first time there was a harsh note of command in the Headmaster’s voice as he crooked his finger beckoning Miki to come to him.“Lay across my lap Miss Johnson!”Julian Lockwood held his breath as he waited to see if the rebellious head strong Miss would swallow her pride for the moment and do as she was commanded. “Yes Miss Johnson you have been a very naughty young lady and you do deserve to be punished.”Just the use of the word naughty caused Miki's heart to skip a beat.The Headmaster pushed back from his desk and demanded,"Come here young lady!”He curled his finger in invitation, adding,“Lay across my lap Miss Johnson!”Oh Jesus Christ Almighty, it was true!Bryce Academy Headmaster Julian Lockwood was a spanker!Miki wasn't sure where the rumor had begun. She hadn't given it must credibility when first she'd heard it. So she had neither believed it nor followed up the tale. But here it was. Here he was! Demanding that Miki lay over his knee so that he could spank her!Oh my God!And then suddenly Miki found herself questioning whether or not she could go through with it. What had she been thinking? This was it. Of course. She'd thought Julian would spank her. She'd thought Julian would want to spank her. It was the whole reason she'd taken this path.So, why was she now hesitating?Miki pushed her lower lip out in a pout and diverted her eyes to the floor. She asked with almost a whimper, "Do I have to, Mister Lockwood. I don't want to get spanked. Isn't there something else? I could stand in the corner. Or write 'I will be a good girl' a hundred times on the dry erase board."But the educator was insistent. And still looking at the floor, Miki stood, hesitated, and came around the desk. Her hands clasped the opposite arms just below the elbow. It was meant to look protective in nature. But honestly, the body posture was intended to push her breasts together, making them even more conspicuous to the teacher's hungry eyes.Miki hesitated before Julian a moment, until he urged her to follow his instructions. She glanced up to his face with sorrowful eyes. Her bottom lip quivered. When her gaze fell to his groin again, Julian's erection was obvious. So obvious. So fucking obvious! She tried to hide her delighted smirk but couldn't. Her lips spread a bit before she got control of them, pouting again as she began to take the position."Excuse me," she said in a whisper as she reached her left hand in between Julian's thighs to grasp the front of his padded wooden chair. Her wrist was so close to his gonads that a little nudge inward would have put them in contact. If that wasn't suggestive enough, though, as she lay across Julian's lap, the fore of her right arm laid right down across his lap, right atop his rock hard cock."I'm sorry I was bad," Miki said as she pressed her arm firmly upon the Headmaster's erection. "I deserve this. Please, punish me as you see fit." Julian savored the shock that he saw in Miki’s soft dark eyes. The headmaster of Bryce Academy was well that Miss Miki Johnson was use to being in charge by the very virtue of her father’s money and influence. It seemed that now the Headmaster was not swayed by her father’s power. Could he her own father be the author of her downfall? Julian loved this moment of power as Miki hesitated then slowly the stunning young beauty slowly rose from her seat her soft eyes demurely down cast. "Do I have to, Mister Lockwood. I don't want to get spanked. Isn't there something else? I could stand in the corner. Or write 'I will be a good girl' a hundred times on the dry erase board."It was not the first time that Julian had seen the little girl pout but this time the stern look that Miki saw let the young beauty now that the headmaster was quite serious. Slowly Miki came to him, his eyes boldly taking in every luscious curve of Miki’s gorgeous young body. The way her hips seductively swayed, the way her arms crossed just under her firm young breasts, thrusting them up and out as if Miki was offering them to him. Julian’s lecherous eyes savored the way that Miki’s sheer knee high hose and stiletto heels accentuated the sensual curve of her calves. His eyes rose to take in the creamy silken skin of Miki’s thighs. God he wanted her. "Excuse me,……. I'm sorry I was bad…….. I deserve this. Please, punish me as you see fit."Miki seductively cooed as she lay across her Headmaster’s lap her arm suggestively pressed to his growing erection.“Have no fear Miss I shall do exactly that.”S he spoke Julian Lockwood took the helm of Miki’s school uniform and slowly drew it up and flipped it up and over the small of the young girl’s back to reveal that she wore nothing but a scandalous lacey thong. Julian smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the wicked garments waist band then slowly drew them down over the swell of Miki’s hips, down the long sculptured column of her legs until they cascaded down Miki’s legs to bunch around her trim little ankles. Julian’s finger tips trailed across the firm alabaster curve of Miki’s firm little derrière. Then suddenly without warning his hand came down, struck Miki’s bare little derrière with a resoundingCRACK.“Repent young ladies say Thank you Sirand maintains the count Miss Johnson.”Julian paused a moment studying the crimson print of his hand on Miki’s creamy alabaster skin.“ Your punishment will be ten of my best. Shall we begin Miss Johnson.”Julian’s hand came down again. The force of his blow set Miki’s firm little ass jiggling.“That was one Miss Johnson.”The Headmaster paused a moment giving Miki a chance to do as he had commanded as she hesitated he warned her.“If you lose count or hesitate to long we will start over again as ONE Miss”.By the time Julian reached four, his hand dipped between Miki’s thighs his finger running the length of her sweet little pussy. Then his hand came down again to set Miki’s now crimson ass jiggling. SMACK!Miki's body tensed from skull to toes as Julian's flattened hand came down upon one of her butt cheeks. She gave out a little cry. It was a sincere sound: the slap did, in fact, hurt. Her first thought was why some women, or men for that matter, liked being spanked as a part of sexual interaction. It fucking hurt!“That was one Miss Johnson.”"One, sir," Miki said with a weak whine, feigned unlike the earlier cry. "Thank you, sir."“If you lose count or hesitate too long we will start over again as ONE Miss”.SMACK!The result of the second slap was the same: tense, cry, relax. "Two, sir. Thank you, sir."SMACK!SMACK!Miki's cries of pain got a bit more intense. So did her count and thanks. The former were real. The pain in her butt cheeks was increasing. The latter was feigned. Miki had always been good at faking sounds for men who wanted to here something in particular from her. That was particularly true when they wanted to believe she was enjoying their cock in or mouth on her pussy, when no such ecstasy was impending. But all together, her tone and volume with Julian, whether real or feigned, could very well have been mistaken for those of a young child being duly punished, as was her intent.Then, Miki felt something new. Julian's free hand had been resting on the back of her thigh while the other punished her. But now, it had slid higher between her thighs. Toward her pussy. To her pussy. Onto her pussy. She tensed up again as Julian's finger began sliding over and through her sensitive folds.SMACK!"Five, sir!" she repeated. As Julian's finger became more active, Miki arched her back in an effort to push her pussy toward his fingers. As the pleasure intensified, she spoke with a slightly begging tone. "Thank you sir."SMACK!Miki performed her duty as directed. But this time she did more. She slid the arm pressing upon Julian's lap back until her hand found his cock.SMACK!She began massaging Julian's cock through his slacks and underwear. Miki's lower body was beginning to move rhythmically with the man's touch upon her. The slapping of her ass may have been painful.SMACK!But the pleasure between them was becoming incredible. Julian truly knew how to touch a woman. And Miki was certain that by the time they reached the tenth slap, she just might cum from--There was a loud knock on the door. Miki had never moved to quick, leaping from Julian's lap. She started to back away, intent on returning to her chair. But her thong was wrapped about her ankles. Miki lost her balance and toppled backwards, landing on the couch against the wall."Headmaster Lockwood, are you alright in there?"It was Lois, of course. Miki knew she couldn't get the thong up and in place quickly. She ripped the panties down past her heels. Standing and rushing to her chair, she threw them at Julian. "Hide them!"Just then the door opened. Lois stuck her head inside. Just then, Miki slapped her open palm hard upon the desk. Looking at Julian, she hollered, "It's not fair! My grades aren't that bad."She slapped her hand down again. It wasn't exactly the same sound made by the Headmaster's hand upon her ass. But Miki hoped it was enough to fool the elderly Assistant. She slapped it down again. "It's just not fair!" CRACK. "Two, sir. Thank you, sir."Miki gasped her sweet angelic voice tinged with the pain that radiated through the young beauty’s pert little derrière. Julian smiled as the girls creamy ivory skin slow turned crimson and grew warm to his touch, the print of his hand clearly visible on that sweet firm flesh. Miki's cries of pain became a bit more intense with each blow of her headmaster’s hand, as did her count and thanks. Julian loved the little gasp that escaped from Miki’s moist ripe lips as his finger toyed and teased her moist pussy.CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.Julian’s hand came down again and again as Miki announced each blow and thanked her Head master for it. Yet something had definitely had changed as thislittle trouble makersquirmed on his lap. As Miki pert little derrière seemed to rise in anticipation of the next blow, as if begging for it. The way the little minx, rubbed his cock with her arm. Julian smiled as the sweet musky scent of Miki’s growing arousal filled his nostrils. The thought of making this stunning young beauty cum from his spanking alone excited Julian Lockwood Head Master of Bryce Academy. "Headmaster Lockwood, are you alright in there?"That voice, the soft but insistent knocking at the door broke the spell. It was Lois, of course. Miki knew she couldn't get the thong up and in place quickly. She ripped the panties down past her heels. Standing and rushing to her chair, she threw them at Julian. "Hide them!"Julian’s eyes met Miki’s as he slipped her panties into the top draw of his desk just as Miki scurried back to the chair across from her headmaster as the door opened and Lois stuck her head inside. "It's not fair! My grades aren't that bad."Miki petulantly declared as she slapped her hand down on his desk with a loudCRACK.Julian had to admit that Miki Johnson was if nothing else a very quick witted young lady. Miki little performance continued for Lois’s benefit. She slapped her hand down again. "It's just not fair!"“SIT DOWN Miss Jonson!”Julian Lockwood’s voice was stern commanding and the look in his eyes told Miki he was in no mood for any of her antics. He then turned to his Executive Assistant.“ Lois I do not appreciate being interrupted when I am disciplining a student.”The scarlet blush that kissed Lois’s cheeks indicated that she knew exactly what was going on behind the Headmaster’s oaken doors. The woman flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she turned on her heel closing the door behind her. The mood had been broken and Julian knew it. Yet he was not through with Miki yet. The idea of making her cum by a spanking alone had captured his imagination.“I shall let you consider your behavior over the long weekend Miss Johnson.”Again there was a stern commanding note to her Headmaster’s voice one that Miki had never heard before. One that she might never had suspected that he was capable of.“I shall see you at the end of the school day on Tuesday…………..”Julian paused for just a moment before he added.“We have not completed your punishment yet, Miss Johnson.”When Miki had stormed out of his office and slammed the door behind her Julian drew her ripped panties from his desk draw and inhaled deeply before slipping them back into the draw. A wicked smile bowed his lips he was far from being through with this rebellious young Miss.It was indeed a long weekend that seemed to drag on as vision of Miki’s firm, crimson, and naked little derrière danced before Julian’s mind’s eye. He could hardly wait for his next meeting with Miki, and he would make sure that Lois would not interrupt them again. “Lois I do not appreciate being interrupted when I am disciplining a student.”Miki's back was to the woman at the door. She couldn't tell whether or not the Executive Assistant was buying the act. Lois's retreat without comment only muddied the waters. Miki suspected that the older woman wouldn't have called out her boss right then and there if she'd thought something untoward had been taking place. Then again, maybe she'd bought Miki's cover hook, line, and sinker.“I shall let you consider your behavior over the long weekend Miss Johnson.”"Thank you, sir," Miki said. She stuck her lip out again for a moment, then smiled just a bit.“I shall see you at the end of the school day on Tuesday ... We have not completed your punishment yet, Miss Johnson.""Yes, sir," she said, again extending her lower lip. She stood, instantly feeling the change of blow flow through her spanked flesh. She went to the door but didn't immediately open it. She stepped one foot a bit farther outward, parting her thighs. Leaning to look back at her bum, Miki lifted her skirt high, exposing nearly all of her ass, half of which was obviously redder than the rest. She suspected that her pose also gave Julian a bit of a glimpse of the swollen, wet folds between her thighs, too. She looked back at him with that pouting expression. Then, smirking devilishly, she repeated for the last time, "Thank you sir."The weekend didn't go as Miki had expected. In some ways it turned out to be better. In others not so much. A total of fourteen invited guests stayed at least one or more of the four nights. The guests included Miki's friends, family, lovers, former lovers, and prospective lovers. She partook of and enjoyed her share of the ecstasy manifesting within the massive log cabin. But it wasn't nearly as enjoyable as she'd hoped.Miki's mind was almost constantly coming back to Bryce Academy. Not on the school alone. Not on the Headmaster alone. Not on the spanking the latter had given her alone. No. Her mind was on how she was going to keep Julian Lockwood from booting her out of the school. Miki was pretty sure that letting him spank her occasionally wasn't going to do it. She was even pretty sure that letting him finger her wasn't going to do it. Fucking her occasionally? Yeah, probably. Sucking his cock? That had worked very well for her in the past with other men.But this wasn't about improving a grade to a level she didn't deserve. Or getting her out of charges from another sex or drug charge. This was life changing. This was about her fortune. About her trust fund. She was going to have to come up with something a bit more unique for Julian Lockwood. Something no one else could provide him.Sunday night, Miki's last evening in Vale before flying back to school, she found the answer. Or, at least, she hoped. She was flat on her back, moaning in ecstasy to the incredible tongue work of a young woman she'd only just met named Amy. And Amy, well, she made Miki think of Amy. No, not that Amy. Amy Harding. Amy Harding was a Bryce Academy classmate, who -- like the young thing eating out Miki's pussy now -- would do just about anything she was asked or told to maintain a close relationship to Bryce's most infamous student."That's it," Miki moaned, thinking about Amy Harding.The other Amy misunderstood, asking, "Up and down like that?"Miki didn't immediately understand the question. No why it had been asked. Once she did, she only responded, "Sure."She lay there contemplating the various girls at Bryce that she could get involved in her little plot with Julian. The other Amy (with her mouth beginning to go numb) inquired as to how close Miki was. Miki used her hands and legs to eject the young woman from between her thighs."It's not happening," she told the now unimportant Amy. Miki looked to the naked man laying beside them. He'd been masturbating as he watched the pair go at it. Miki rose to don a robe and leave. She told this Amy, "Get yourself some cock. I have to think."Miki made her way to a deck to look out upon the mountains. The cabin had a spectacular view. There were virtually no houses or artificial lights between it and the otherwise dark mountains. It was cold out but there was no wind. Miki stood there for a long moment, contemplating her return to Bryce. Then she recalled how the Headmaster had fingers her so skillfully. Reaching down between her own thighs -- and ignoring the two couples nearby watching her -- Miki drove her already excited body to orgasm. Then, after regaining her composure, she returned to her bed where the satiated couple had already gone to sleep in one another's arms. Julian had played out the scene over and over again in his mind. He heard himself saying“I shall let you consider your behavior over the long weekend Miss Johnson.”Miki’s pouty little chastened"Thank you, sir,"Again his own voice so commanding, so forceful,“I shall see you at the end of the school day on Tuesday ... We have not completed your punishment yet, Miss Johnson.""Yes, sir,"This time Miki gave him a coquettish come hither smile as she struck a seductive pose and slowly raised the helm of her school skirt above her slender waist, exposing nearly all of her pert little derrière, half of which was obviously redder than the rest. That seductive pose gave Julian a bit of a glimpse of the swollen, wet folds between Miki’s thighs as well. Then Miki smirked devilishly and cooed seductively, "Thank you sir."It was perhaps the tenth time Julian Lockwood had reviled the events of the afternoon and his resentment of his Executive Assistant interruption grew each time he had relived those events.As Julian was brooding over the day’s events his wife Gloria was insistently babbling about one of her girlfriends’ low light husbands. Julian hands knotted by his sides, his eyes, narrowed, and he hissed,“For God’s sake Gloria SHUT UP!”Julian was gritting his teeth as he continued.“I really don’t give a damn about that cow. If I was freed I would have left her years ago.”“You Beast!!”Gloria sobbed.“I am going to Mother’s and taking dear Susan with me. When you have come to your senses call me.”“Don’t hold your breath Gloria!”Julian shot back. That was Friday night and the Headmaster of Bryce Academy had spent the long weekend with a bottle of Jameson Irish Whisky and the memory of Miki Johnson’s gorgeous young body squirming so deliciously on his lap as he spanked her. Julian Smiled as he anticipated his meeting with Miss Miki Johnson on Tuesday.Early on Monday evening Julian was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. He rose from the couch, belted his robe, and ran his hand over the three day stubble as he hadn’t bothered to shave.“Coming.”Julian wondered who the hell call was at this hour. Despite it being a weekend day -- okay, MLK, Jr., Monday, but what the diff'? -- Miki was standing at the Headmaster's door in hernon-standard standard school uniform. She gave Julian a sly smile. Then, without invitation, simply walked into the home he shared with his wife. She'd been misinformed that he and his wife were estranged. She had no idea that dropping in on past Friday, she would have been met by Gloria Lockwood."Nice place," she said as she walked through it. She didn't mean it, of course. The on campus homes provided to the Chief Administration Staff were old and stuffy. Like most of the Chief Administration Staff. Old style, old colors, old, old, old. Miki liked glass and stainless steel and lots of lights and electronics. Though she knew it not to be true, she asked with an obviously disapproving tone, "Wifey decorate this?"She glanced over her shoulder at Julian. Her expression was, what, challenging? Insubordinate? Both maybe. Miki looked away and continued onward to the next room. Her hips and buttocks swayed and shifted a bit more dramatically than was natural. Occasionally she would reach a finger out to toy with something. She would glance back to the Headmaster as he trailed behind her, ensuring that he was still there.In the living room, Miki reached out to play with a little statuette. It tilted on its base and toppled over harmlessly onto the couch. She only glance back to Julian and said, "Oops."She looked him up and down hungrily for the first time. It was a slow survey. A conspicuous survey. She flashed him a devilish smirk. "Where's the kitchen?"Once there, Miki began opening drawers and cabinets. She even opened both doors of the fridge. And she left them open. Wide open! Each and every one that she touched. She didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. She just seemed to be, well, being a little brat. Occasionally she found things that were phallic in nature: a bunch of bananas on the counter, a cucumber in the fridge. Or things that would caused sound and pain if used to spank: a spatula, a large wooden stirring spoon."What's in here?" she asked. She swung open a pair of louver doors to find a pantry and storage space. She disappeared from Julian's sight for a moment. But there was no doubt she was in there. Boxes and cans tumbled. Glass bottles tipped over but did not break. Well, no at first. There was a crashing sound of some sort of glass container. Miki emerged to hold her finger tips to her pursed lips. With mocked concern, she said, "Oops, again."When she stepped out into Julian's full view this time, Miki was carrying an as-of-yet unused spool of rope, still in its plastic shrink wrap. She looked Julian's way and began ripping away the plastic. She asked with a suggestive tone and expression, "Where's the bedroom?"Before she left the kitchen, Miki snatched an impressive butcher's knife from a block on the counter. Just the way she brandished it made it appear as if she knew her way around blades. Again, she found the next room on her self guided tour. Even before the trailing Julian entered the room, Miki had shed her uniform blouse. She tossed it aside and turned to face the Headmaster. Her perfectly pert B cups were adorned by nipples hardened by the chill in the air and the sexual excitement of the taboo situation.Miki's eyes were set firmly upon Julian as she turned the knife in her hand. She lifted it to shoulder height, then sunk the tip of it into the wooden foot board of his and his wife's king sized bed. She smiled to him as she unrolled one end of the rope. Skillfully, Miki tied a knot in it and wrapped it around her wrist. The bedroom had cathedral ceilings with horizontal support beams spanning from wall to wall at an 8 foot height. She tossed the spooled end of the rope over one of the beams. Retrieving the knife, she cut the rope, then sunk the knife into the bed's frame again. She tied a second knot in the second end and slipped it over her second wrist."I've been a bad girl, Headmaster," Miki said. She began rolling each of her wrists, causing the looping rope to lift her arms upwards. She got to the point where she could just grasp the rope with in her clenched fingers. With a tone that was somehow both childish and suggestive at the same time, Miki said, "I think I need to be punished." When he had opened his door Miki was standing there in her customary stiletto heels andnon-standard standard school uniform. As usual the spoiled young Miss swept by her Headmaster into his home into his private domain a sly little smile bowing her moist ripe lips. "Nice place,………. Wifey decorate this?"There was no mistaking Miki condescending and mocking tone to her sugar sweet angelic voice. The young beauty gave Julian a haughty, challenging look over her shoulder. It was if she was challenging him daring him. Daring him to do what, Julian wondered. Miki trailed a single finger over the back of furnisher, as she sauntered from room to room. In the living room she deliberately tipped over a little statuette, and teasingly gasped,OopsAs Miki wandered through the house there were several occasions where she had teasingly gaspedOopsagain. Julian had not spoken, he gave no discernable reaction to Miki’s little provocations. When they reached the kitchen and pantry Miki actually broke a jar her fingers pressed to her pouting lips.Oops again.Then Miki turned to her Headmaster and cooed, "Where's the bedroom?"Miki’s behavior was becoming more outrageous, as she tried ever harder to illicit a response from Julian. The young girl now had a knife and rope. Julian arched his eyebrow as Miki continued her search for the bedroom. Once Miki found it things began to move very quickly. She stripped off her blouse bearing her prêt firm breast to him. Then Miki smiled to him as she unrolled one end of the rope. Skillfully, Miki tied a knot in it and wrapped it around her wrist. The bedroom had cathedral ceilings with horizontal support beams spanning from wall to wall at an 8 foot height. She tossed the spooled end of the rope over one of the beams. Retrieving the knife, she cut the rope, then sunk the knife into the bed's frame again. She tied a second knot in the second end and slipped it over her second wrist. "I've been a bad girl, Headmaster, I think I need to be punished."Miki stood there bare chested her hands over her head taunting Julian.“Yes Miss Johnson I do believe you need to be punished.”Julian knew well that Miki had set the scene to tempt him to be the one in charge. Oh yes Miss Miki Johnson needed to be punished and taught a lesion at the same time. Julian turned on his heel and went to the dresser were he drew several silk scarves from a drawer then returned to were Miki was pretending to be bound.“Miss Johnson if your wrist are bound with rope it will mare your wrists.”Julian freed Miki’s right wrist folded a scarf into along two inch wide strip he wrapped and looped it around the girl’s wrist then tied it to the rope. He then warped Miki’s left wrist and tied the rope to it.“Now for a little adjustment Miki.”He pressed his body to hers let Miki feel his ridged cock pressed to her belly. Reaching high he tied a knot and very soon Miki’s hands were truly stretched above her head to the point the young beauty was balancing on her toes.“Shall we start at one again Miss Johnson,”It was not so much a question as a statement of fact. SMACKThe first threes blows came in rapid succession. Again as Miki’s crimson derrière jiggled so sensually after the fourth blow Julian’s singer lid along the length of Miki’s labia. SMACKThis time when Julian’s finger dipped between Miki’s thighs he rolled her little clit beneath the pad of his finger.“My you are such a naughty young lady Miss Johnson.” SMACKAnother blow, and again his finger dips to tease and torment Miki. Julian Lockwood had every intention to keep up Miki’s punishment until the young girl came from her spanking and that was just the beginning of the evening that Julian now contemplated for this willful young beauty. (OOC: For anyone following out story who is in education, don't be offended by one particular line below. It's a young woman's perception of education. I have been a teacher, and I am now an administrator. So, it is self-mocking.)“Yes Miss Johnson I do believe you need to be punished.”Miki didn't honestly know what to expect next. She wasn't the type to put herself in such a vulnerable position. Girls and young woman all around her were being sexually abused, even raped. Miki didn't blame them, of course: she blamed the abusers and rapists. But the first thought that came to her mind each time she heard of another victim or even rumors of such, her first thought had always been 'Did she leave herself vulnerable, open to such horror?'. Miki never drank or did drugs around men she couldn't trust or in situations or places where such could happen to her. And yet here she was, tying her own half naked body up in the home of a much older man who liked to spank 'little girls'. What the fuck was she doing??It was irrational, believing that no harm -- SERIOUS harm -- would come to her at this man's hands. She didn't know him. Not really. He was just a stuffy school administrator. A glorified teacher. Not even that. What was that saying? 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach. Those who can't teach, administrate.'But Miki didn't believe that Julian would hurt her. Not in THAT way, anyway. This was just sex games, not sex abuse. Wasn't it? Either way, it was happening. And Miki had made it happen. And she was going to do it the way she always did everything: with full commitment.She tightened her grasp of the ropes encircling her wrists. She hadn't really thought out the bindings. They hurt. She'd seen the rope, noticed the home's construction style, and recalled having seen photos online of women in such positions being spanked, whipped, and of course pleasured. Miki was tickled pink when Julian crossed with the scarves. She presumed he had a better way. He rewrapped her wrists. He even explained it was to make her more comfortable. Well, actually, he didn't. He said it was to hide any marks. She had school tomorrow. Couldn't very well return to school from a four day weekend looking like she'd spent the time as she was about to now, could she.When Julian pressed up against Miki, she felt the taller man's erection press against her smooth, flat belly. Even with his slacks on, she could feel the firmness of his cock. And the size. She'd felt it before, of course. Slumped over his lap being spanked. He was big, though she wasn't yet sure how big. At least seven inches. Maybe nine. She'd had bigger. She hadn't ENJOYED bigger. The monster cock she'd had in her last year had unfortunately been attached to a guy who didn't know how to use it. It hadn't been in her again, obviously.Miki thought Julian was pressing his member to her to let her know what was coming next. But what came next was the sudden up thrust of her body. The Headmaster skillfully pulled the ropes tighter. And Miki suddenly found herself standing on her toes! Her feet had already been apart enough to open her thighs to Julian. To make available to him the pussy he'd fondled days earlier. But now Miki's weight was supported not by her feet flat on the floor but by her stretching toes and the hands grasping at the softer feeling scarves.“Shall we start at one again Miss Johnson,” And the spanking began.SMACK!Miki's body tensed from tippy toes to grasping finger tips. It felt so different from that first time. In Julian's office, laying across his groin. She felt so, what? Vulnerable? No. She'd already decided Julian wouldn't hurt her beyond what he found sexually stimulating for either of them. Or both of them. No, this was something different."One, sir!" she began counting, knowing Julian would expect it again. Her body began to relax. "Thank you, sir."SMACK!The second spank came so quickly after the first. Miki barely got out her words of 'gratitude' for the attitude adjustment before she again felt her ass being jostled by the hard hitting palm and fingers."Two, sir!" Miki tightened her grasp on the scarves preparing for more. Her buttocks were beginning to sting already. Was he spanking her harder? Or was it the binding? The upright posture? "Thank you, sir."SMACK!"Three, sir!" In his office, the spanks had all been to one butt cheek for the most part. But this time around, Julian was distributing the punishment to both halves of Miki's beautiful derriere. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was what felt different. "Thank you, sir."SMACK!"Four, sir!" Miki's grasp of the scarves were digging her moderately long nails into her palms. She loosed her grip a bit, altering it until it was more comfortable. Then, suddenly, there it was! Julian's spanking hand had been resting upon her stinging flesh after each slap. But after the fourth, his fingers slid between her thighs and found her pussy. The ease with which his fingers moved about her labia told Miki that she was already sopping wet.She tensed again, but for a far different reason that reaction to pain. She tried to part her feet further. Tried to open herself to Julian's touch. But she was already essentially dangling from the rafter on her tippy toes. She wasn't going any--SMACK!Julian had pulled his hand back suddenly and spanked her again.And that was when it occurred to Miki. Why it felt so different. It wasn't the upright posture. It wasn't the bindings. It wasn't the equal distribution of punishment across the beautiful ass cheeks that her male (and even some female) classmates found themselves entranced by on a daily basis.It was domination. Miki wasn't just in a vulnerable situation. She wasn't just tied up. She was being dominated. Julian was in charge. Julian had control. Julian could do anything to, with, or for Miki that he desired. And that was what was different. Miki had never in her life been in this position. She'd always been in control of her life. Total control. With lovers. With friends. With classmates. Even with her parents. And yet here she was now, under the Headmaster's total control. Dominated."FIVE, sir!" she called out with more volume and emphasis. "THANK you, sir."Again, Julian's hand slipped between her thighs. He wet his fingers in her folds and found her clit. She tried to move her body to match the movement of his digits but couldn't. She was at his control. His total control. And it was. And it was. And it was so fucking stimulating.“My you are such a naughty young lady Miss Johnson.”"I AM, sir!" she called out to him. Then, as if to ensure that Julian didn't stop too soon, she reminded him, "That was five, sir."SMACK!"SIX, sir!" Miki was getting lost in the alternating pain and pleasure. "THANK you, sir!"SMACK!"SEVEN, sir!" The difference between the two was almost becoming incomprehensible. "THANK you, sir!"SMACK!"EIGHT!" Each time, Julian slipped his fingers back between her legs. Each time it was for a bit longer. And each time, the pleasure was so much more intense. As was Miki's desperation for those fingers to remain where they were. The spanking was intensifying the young woman's pleasure. No, not the pain itself. The domination. She'd never known such a feeling in her life. "EIGHT, sir. THANK you, sir!"SMACK!"NINE, sir! THANK you, sir! ONE MORE, sir!" Miki didn't know she was saying the words until they came out of her mouth. And to be honest, she didn't know why she'd said them. Did she want more spankings? Or did she want them to end so that he could concentrate on the other part of what he was doing?SMACK!"TEN! THANK YOU, sir! ONE MORE, sir!" Miki had intended to speak THOSE words, though. She didn't want him to stop yet. The pleasure his fingers were giving her clitoris was incredible. But Miki was afraid that a major constituent to that pleasure was the pain being administered by the Administrator. She struggled to look back over her shoulder. She demanded, "One more, sir! I must be punished!"SMACK!Miki didn't count this time. She didn't thank Julian. She just waited for the fingers to find her pussy again. Waited for the manipulation to return. Waited for the pleasure she'd never known before. She demanded, "One more, sir! Punish me!"SMACK!Again, the spanking. And again, the fingers at her sensitive flesh. Miki was close. She could feel it. It felt different. But, she knew what it was. She spoke again. But this time, it was less demand and more desperation. "One more, sir! Please, sir. Punish me."SMACK!"Don't stop," Miki begged when Julian's fingers found her clit this time. "Please, sir. Don't stop."She didn't clarify what she'd meant. Spanking or fingering. But Julian must have known. His fingers stayed were they were. Between her thighs. Upon her clit. Within her labia. "DON'T stop, sir. Punish me, sir."He didn't. And soon, Miki was moaning in concert with Julian's movements. Then whimpering. Then softly crying out. "DON'T STOP, sir. PUNISH me!"And then, it was there. Miki's head came back. Her eyes looked up to the support from which she hung. Her back arched. Her arms tensed, almost lifting her from her toes. And she erupted in orgasm. Her entire body exploded in an obvious tremble as she gasped out in ecstasy. Between light screams she managed, "DON'T STOP!"Miki wasn't entirely sure how long Julian continued to fondle her clit. She was lost to the euphoria. Her eyes had gone closed as the pleasure swept through her. It was like no orgasm she'd ever experienced. Later, she would laugh in wonder at this. Tied up. Spanked. Fingered. By an 'old' man. A teacher. A Headmaster. What the fuck?But right now, she was simply lost in the glory of the greatest climax of her young life. The waves of delight surged through her as the toying at her sensitive pussy continued. And then, spent, her entire body went limp. Her head fell forward. She still grasped at the scarves. But she was no longer holding herself upright. Miki dangled in the bindings. Later as well, she would realize that it was Julian's work at her wrists that had prevented her from simply collapsing to the ground.The next moments were lost to Miki. The euphoria was overwhelming. All she remembered was hanging their with her eyes closed and murmuring, "Thank you, sir." Miki’s spanking began with the willful young beauty almost cooing, "One, sir!....... Thank you, sir."As Miki treatedher punishmentas just another sex game where she was in control, just toying with whoever’s turn it was to sexually please her. Yet as the count continued to climb, two, three, four with its little “Thank you, sir." and Julian’s fingers began to bring this stunning young beauty more and more pleasure, thing slowly began to change as Miki realized that she was not the one in charge.Five, six, seven, eight, Thank you Sir.Miki gasped each time as the blows to her tight crimson derrière became more intense as did the pleasure that Julian’s fingers now so easily ripped from Miki’s bound and suspended supple young body. The intoxicating musky fragrance of the young beauty’s growing arousal filled Julian’s nostrils. SMACK"NINE, sir! THANK you, sir! ONE MORE, sir!"There was no mistaking the pleading note in Miki’s voice as she now begged Julian for more. At the tenth smack to that sweet little pert derrière, that creamy soft alabaster skin glowed crimson and was now hot to the touch and yet Miki begged” ONE MORE, sir!". The count rose to thirteen and still Miki begged, "Don't stop,…….. Please, sir. Don't stop."Pain and pleaser mixed and mingled and became one irresistible sensation that kept Miki begging and pleading "DON'T stop, sir. Punish me, sir……..DON'T STOP, sir. PUNISH me!...... DON'T STOP!"Miki whimpered over and over again.“How could I deny you Miss Johnson when you beg so sweetly my dear.”And true to his words Julian Lockwood continued to torment and tease Miki till lost to the euphoria. Her eyes fluttered closed as she was engulfed in a tidal wave of pleasure that swept through her.It was like no orgasm she'd ever experienced. she was simply lost in the glory of the greatest climax of her young life. The waves of delight surged through her as the toying at her sensitive pussy continued. And then, spent, her entire body went limp. Her head fell forward. She still grasped at the scarves. But she was no longer holding herself upright. Miki dangled in the bindings. "Thank you, sir."Julian stepped up behind Miki his fingers slipped from her hungering , grasping young body. His arms slid around her trim little waist and he drew the exhausted young beauty’s gorgeous young body back against his. His hands slid up the sensual curves of Miki’s torso and cupped her pert young breasts he rolled Miki’s taunt little pink rosebud nipples under the pads of his thumbs.“Such a polite young lady you are becoming……..You’re most welcome Miss Johnson.”As he spoke the stray hairs at the nape of Miki’s neck danced in Julian’s hot, moist, breath. Julian squeezed Miki’s breasts and pinched her nipples between his thumb and fore fingers as he ground his groin to sensual curve of Miki’s tight little ass.“What do you want Miss Johnson?”Julian drew Miki’s firm young body even closer to his. One hand slipped from Miki’s breast leisurely trailed down over the flat quivering plain of her taunt abdomen, across the smoothness of her shaved little pussy to dip between those hot wet folds. Yet his fingers just teased Miki, just aroused her and yet did not bring her the pleasure her treacherous young body craved.“Don’t be shy my dear just tell me what you want!”Julian’s teeth raked across Miki’s earlobe. “Don’t be shy my dear just tell me what you want!” Click to expand... Miki's chest swelled and contracted in the aftermath of her orgasm. With her eyes still closed, she begged, "Take me down. Take me to your bed."She flinched and grimace a bit as her arms came down. The pleasure of the orgasm had covered for the pain of the binding. She was still trembling from ecstasy. But as the blood returned to her arms Miki began to realize the stress she'd been enduring."Take me to your bed," she repeated as she wrapped her arms around Julian's body. Miki was still trembling as he laid her back upon the mattress. She looked him up and down. Her euphoric expression slowly developed into a hungry, devilish smirk. She waggled an extended finger toward Julian's groin. "Take your clothes off, Headmaster."She watched in silence as the man stripped bare. He was in pretty good shape for a man of his age. He had a beautiful cock as well. Not too big, not too small. Not too thick, not too thin. He was circumcised, which Miki found fortunate. She disliked an 'uncut' cock. Particularly when she was about to do what she had in mind.Once he was naked, Miki sat up and hung her legs over the edge of the bed. She gestured him closer. When he was near enough, she unashamedly grasped his cock and pulled him forward. And went to work. Her tongue found Julian's cock, licking it hungrily from tip to base and back several times. She took its bulbous head between her lips. And inch and out. Two and out. Three, four, five. Then, tongue up and down again.All the while, one hand had hold of the base of Julian's shaft. It stroked up and down whenever her mouth wasn't pleasuring the man's length. The fingers of the second hand toyed and fondled gently with Julian's dangling balls. Miki knew she was causing him pleasure. She could see it in his face. Could feel it in his body. But she was in no hurry to cause Julian to orgasm. She wanted to make it last.Miki was good at this. Sucking cock. She did it a lot. She'd learned it young, even before losing her virginity. She'd been good at it then and was even better at it now. She continued with her mouth and hands, pushing Julian close to orgasm. But not TO orgasm. "Take me down. Take me to your bed."Miki begged Julian her soft angelic voice a deep seductive whisper as she hung captive in her bounds. Julian Lockwood slowly undid the bounds that had held Miki captive and the spent little teen beauty collapsed into his arms. Miki arms clung around his neck her passion gazed eyes held his as she gasped and begged once more. "Take me to your bed,"Julian swept Miki up into his arms as if she were light as a feather. He held her just for a moment before he carried her to his bed and laid the stunning young beauty on it. The Headmaster of Bryce Academy took in the image that this wild willful young Miss presented. Her lithe young body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat; her dark hair was in wild disarray frame Miki’s angelic face with a dark halo that somehow reflected her own wild and dark nature. Miki was still trembling her euphoric expression slowly developed into a hungry, devilish smirk. She waggled an extended finger toward Julian's groin. "Take your clothes off, Headmaster."There was no doubt in Julian Lockwood’s mind that little Miss Miki Johnson was trying to regain control of the situation. The Headmaster decided to toy with his sensually seductive and willful student. He took his time disrobing drawing out the simple act of removing his clothing before slowly coming to Miki. Miki sat up and hung her legs over the edge of the bed. She gestured him closer. When he was near enough, she unashamedly grasped his cock and pulled him forward. And went to work.Julian had to admit that Miki was a very talented little cock sucker. The way she used her naughty little pink tongue, the teasing way that her head seductively bobbed up and down as she took more and more of his cock into the warmth of her sweetly suckling mouth and fondled his balls as she sat on the edge of his bed. It was now time that Julian reassert the fact that he was the one in charge. His fingers entwined in Miki’s dark silken tresses, he stepped back from the edge of the bed drawing Miki with him drawing the young girl forward and on to her knees. Slowly he took control until he was fucking her angelic face.“That is where you belong Miki down on your knees pleasing a me.”Julian gasped. He knew he was close to cuming and idly wondered if Miki was a swallower or a spitter, after all one never knew. He smiled down into Miki’s searching eyes.“Now for your reward Miss Johnson.”Her Headmaster gasped as he came. Even as Julian cum flooded into Miki’s mouth he knew that this would be a long night for Miss Miki Johnson. “That is where you belong Miki down on your knees pleasing a me.”Miki knew what the Headmaster wanted: satisfaction and dominance.She gave him both. After he'd pulled her to her knees, the way she served him changed. She surrendered control: her hands left his shaft and balls. She feigned reluctance: her hands went instead to his waist, flanking his cock, lightly pushing against him as if trying to lessen the thrusts of his cock into her mouth. She presented distress: she gagged several times as his cock reached the back of her throat, despite being fully capable of deep throating his entire length.“Now for your reward Miss Johnson.”Miki wanted Julian to see what he was about to do. To do to her. Her punishment. She pushed harder against him, as if trying to prevent him from cumming in her mouth. She grasped his shaft with the second hand, preparing. She felt his cock leap in her mouth the first time. Even before her taste buds detected the unique, salty taste, Miki whined like a little girl. She pulled her face back until Julian's bulbous head was at her lips. A second shot struck her upper, dripping down upon her now extended tongue. She held him right there as he continued to spurt thick globs onto her upper lip, tongue, fore finger, and thumb. And all the while, without ACTUALLY pushing Julian away, Miki used her hands and whiles to present the image that she didn't want this from him."Mister Lockwood," she whined. She peeked up at him. "Look what you've done. What do I do now? What do I do with, with this,"Miki's tongue played about her lips, as if trying to get the sticky globs off her. But as she did, she drew Julian's semen into her mouth. She made an ewwww sound, then very conspicuously gulped down his ejaculate. She rolled her cum covered hand before her face. She looked at it as if it was a foreign sight to her. Yeah, right. "What do I do with it?"She knew what Julian's answer would be even before she asked the question. An expression of disgust filled her face. Then, she began licking the cum from her finger. From her thumb. From her lips and even now her chin. Then, from Julian's cock, where her own lips had spread some of it back. The hand still grasping his shaft tightly squeezed even harder. Pulling forward, she milked a few more drops from him. And all of it ended up in her mouth to be swallowed.When she was done cleaning up Julian's discharge, Miki sat back on her haunches. Her bottom lip was out again as she pouted. Her head was hung low, but not so low that she couldn't peek up to see that Julian was enjoying the show."Can I go home now, Mister Lockwood?" she asked. "It's past my bedtime, and I have school tomorrow." Julian Lockwood already knew that Miki was a very accomplished little cock sucker. He was quite impressed as Miki put on a delightful little show as a young reluctant schoolgirl to the point that once he had cum in her sweet suckling mouth as she whined so sweetly, "Mister Lockwood, ……… Look what you've done. What do I do now? What do I do with, with this,"Even before he could answer Miki showed him that she knew exactly what to do with hisRewardhe had given her. He loved the sensually little show that she put as she played the reluctant little sex kitten licking herself clean and swallowing all the cum he could give her. Then like a innocent defiled virgin Miki begged and pleaded,"Can I go home now, Mister Lockwood?"God he loved how she knelt there before him her soft eyes demurely lowered her palms on her thighs and that pert little derrière of her resting on her heels as she begged. "It's past my bedtime, and I have school tomorrow."“You have had your pleasure Miki and in a little while I shall have mine young lady I fear it may be very late tonight…………”He lifted the girl’s chin with a single finger, his eyes met hers.“………….or perhaps very early in the morning Miki.”The first time he fucked Miki Julian had her bent over the foot board of the bed fucking her hard and fast from behind. The second time he had Miki’s hand tied above her head and took her again feasted on her pussy and then fucked her hard. The sun was just creeping over the window sill when Julian gave the dozing girl’s pert little ass a sharp slap to wake her.“Now you can go home Miki.”He got up and headed for the shower never looking back at Miki. Julian knew how to play games as well. Miki was deep in sleep when Julian's slap jolted her awake. She pulled her hair back from her face and peered up at him with half open eyes.“Now you can go home Miki.”She buried her face in a pillow as the man headed away toward the bathroom. She was barely alive. After a moment, she began laughing into the fluffy softness. Julian had seriously surprised her. She had had many a long night of marathon sex before this one. But never with a man as old as the Headmaster. Where did his energy come from?She shifted on the bed and grimaced in pain. She hurt. She hurt ALL over. Julian had pummeled her pussy again and again throughout the night. In any number of positions. He would drive her or himself to orgasm. They would rest a bit, maybe! Then they'd start up again. Miki begged throughout much of it. Sometimes feigning distress at the 'punishment' coming from the Headmaster. Sometimes seriously begging him to get her to orgasm as soon as possible.Miki would cum four times with Julian's cock inside her. Twice more when he'd tied her to the bedframe and put his mouth to her clit and folds. She couldn't remember the last time a man had caused her so much euphoric delight. It hadn't been the result Miki had expected from her visit to Julian.She heard the shower begin and slid out of the bed. She donned her school uniform, less the high heels, then made her way to Missus Lockwood's closet. She didn't want to emerge from the Headmaster's house onto the campus grounds in the light of day looking like a student. She headed out the back door to her car parked around the corner wearing a pair of sweats, a floppy hat, and big sunglasses. Oh, it wouldn't fool anyone who looked closely. But it was only a thirty second walk."I have a proposition for you, Headmaster."Miki was standing in his open door. Again,she wore her inappropriately sexy school uniform. She wore a bra unlike the previous visit to his office. But the blouse was unbuttoned to between her uplifted breasts. The lacy white bra underneath was very well displayed. She glanced over her shoulder to ensure that Lois hadn't yet returned. (One of Miki's 'underlings' had hurried the Executive Assistant out to deal with a non-existent issue in the south hall. So, Miki hoped to have at least a couple of minutes alone with the Julian.) Entering, she closed the door behind her and leaned back against it."This isn't a negotiation, this is a one time offer," she began as she began a very slow pace about his office. Her posture and pace were intended to bring notice to her delicious body. "I have friends here at Bryce. These friends, well, actually, most of them are not friends. Most of them are girls who would do anything I tell them to do simply because I told them to do it. The point is--"She had reached Julian at his desk. As she passed and continued her walk past him, extended fingertips played over his shoulder and about his head in a suggestive way. "I will serve you up one girl a week. Two if you've been a very good boy."Miki looked over her shoulder with a wicked smile. She was in charge right now. She knew it. And, if Julian didn't, she could always remind him that he was a married man. And that she had spent the night fucking in his bed. In the bed he shared with his wife. The wife whose clothes, hat, and $650 pair of sunglasses were now in her dorm room. Miki wasn't at all above using blackmail to ensure she remained at Bryce.However, what she had on Headmaster Julian Lockwood wasn't enough to guarantee her place at the school. His wife hadn't been at the house all weekend. There were rumors the two were estranged. Miki wasn't aware of the fight the two had had that past Friday. But the evidence was that the marriage could be on the rocks. And fucking a man who was possibly splitting with his wife wasn't a powerful case for blackmail.So, the other option was to give Julian what he wanted. And what he wanted, Miki presumed, was to dominate and punish women. Miki could give the man what he wanted. But, really? Why? When she knew a lot of girls who could fill in for her. Some might do it eagerly. Others reluctantly. Other might have to be pushed into it. But Miki had a knack for making people do what she wanted them to do."I will bring you a willing girl," she continued. "She will give you what you want. And you will give me what I want. Which is to remain here in school. One girl. One week."Miki was back before the front of his desk again. Sound beyond the door indicated that her time was up. And a moment later, there was a knock. Miki herself opened the door. "Come in, Lois."The student was done here. Miki had said what she wanted Julian to hear. It was up to him now to decide. She looked back to him. "Thank you for hearing my concerns, Headmaster. I appreciate it."She turned and found Lois looking her up and down with an expression of disapproval. Miki could have said or something to the office worker in reaction. But she didn't want Lois thinking that the meeting between herself and Julian was anything but professional."And I'll lengthen my skirt, Headmaster," Miki told Julian, pretending she'd been chastised. She reached up to button her blouse properly, winking to the man. "Thank you, Headmaster, for your assistance in helping make the most of my education at Bryce."Miki looked to Lois again for a moment. Then she turned and headed away. Her steps were long, to ensure that her ass bobbed and weaved for the man behind her. It was mid morning when Miki made her appearance at her headmaster’s office. She did not waste time but came right to the point."I have a proposition for you, Headmaster."The way Miki leaned against Julian’s office door, the provocative way that she had undid the three buttons, to show the seductive curve of her firm breasts. He was the white lace of a bra also peeking out from Miki’s blouse. Miki saunter into his office gave Julian a teasing little smile as she closed the door and leaned against it strike a seductively provocative pose. "This isn't a negotiation, this is a onetime offer," Julian Lockwood smiled to himself as Miki was once more the willful student, who desperately needed to be in charge. "I have friends here at Bryce. These friends, well, actually, most of them are not friends. Most of them are girls who would do anything I tell them to do simply because I told them to do it. The point is--"Julian cocked an eye brow wondering where Miki was getting to. She came sauntering over to him, once more trailed a finger across his desk playing the seductive temptress. "I will serve you up one girl a week. Two if you've been a very good boy." It was obvious to her headmaster that she was willing to trade her friends and their sexual charms to stay at Bryce. "I will bring you a willing girl, she will give you what you want. And you will give me what I want. Which is to remain here in school. One girl. One week." Before he could answer Lois Conway his executive assistance knocked at the door. Miki went and opened the door and sensually cooed. "Come in, Lois."Miki turned back to the Headmaster and in a mockingly penative voice Miki cooed. "Thank you for hearing my concerns, Headmaster. I appreciate it………..And I'll lengthen my skirt, Headmaster,………… Thank you, Headmaster, for your assistance in helping make the most of my education at Bryce."Miki turned on her heel and made a sensually seductive exit from Julian office her firm little derrière invitingly swaying.Julian had neither accepted nor rejected Miki’s offer. He decided to let the willful young beauty stew in doubt. He knew well that Miki’s father would not bail her out this time and Mr. Johnson had let the Headmaster know what the effect of Miki’s expulsion from Bryce would have on Miki’s trust fund. It was just before the dismissal that Miki was told to report to the Headmaster’s office. Lois Conway was not at her desk and the door to Julian’s office was open.“Come in Miss Johnson and close the door.”Once Miki had closed the door and as expected struck a seductive pose,“Stand up straight Miki and lets lay our cards on the table. I know two things, first your father has no intention of bailing you out this time , and second he has informed me what expulsion from Bryce would truly mean to you.”He watched to see what effect this revelation would have on this willful Miss.“As for your offer to bring me a willing girl, to give me what I want is quite acceptable but………”Julian paused his eyes meeting Miki’s he continued.“…………She does not have to be willing Miki I am sure an imaginative young lady like yourself could bring certain pressures to bear.”Julian Lockwood let the significant of his words sink in and waited to see what Miki’s response would be. Miki knew Julian had arrived at his response when she was called to the Headmaster's office. She'd told him this wasn't a negotiation but was a one time offer. Yet Miki was expecting 'addendums' to the deal from Mister Lockwood. However, she hadn't expected the alteration he dictated.“She does not have to be willing, Miki. I am sure an imaginative young lady like yourself could bring certain pressures to bear.”Miki smiled broadly at the suggestion. It was just so, so, what? Taboo? Wrong? Yeah. Most definitely wrong. She'd already been planning on pressuring some less than willing participants into her game with the Headmaster. But to hear him actually make it part of the deal without Miki having suggested it to him was incredible."I can make that happen," she said with confidence. "Reluctance won't be a problem. Most of the girls I know who are doing it are doing it with some--"Miki thought she saw a change of expression in Julian's expression as she was talking. She determined quickly it was her use of the word 'girls'. She crossed toward his desk, continuing. "The 'girls' I pick will all be from the PSCPP. Upper classmen mostly. All 18 years of age or older. You don't have to worry about any sort of statutory rape charges, Julian."She thought she recognized another change of expression in his face. Miki couldn't recall ever having used his given name here in his office. Maybe she had, maybe she hadn't. She used it now with purpose. She went on, "You and I are going to have to be friends, Julian. For this to work out, we have to have trust! YOU trust me to provide you with what you want. Young ladies who will do anything and everything you tell them to do, whether willingly or reluctantly. And I trust you to not kick me out of school on a whim."Miki leaned forward, resting her crossed arms on the back of the chair before her. She'd unbuttoned her school blouse down to mid-bosom again. But this time around, the lacy white bra was missing. Her breasts were not big, just B cups. But they were as firm and pert, and with the lapels parted the cleavage was wonderfully displayed."You and I won't be having sex in your office," she stated flatly. "It's too dangerous."Miki stood tall and studied him a moment. She returned to the door, locked it, and flipped out the lights. The only illumination remaining was from the lamp on Julian's desk. She curled around his desk and began undressing his groin."You and I won't be having sex in your office, Headmaster," she repeated as she pulled his rapidly hardening cock from his boxers. She lifted her skirt as she crawled up into his lap. She wore nothing below the uniform's lower half. She took hold of him, working her into her still swollen pussy, grimacing a bit. As she began skillfully driving them both toward orgasm, she amended her statement. "After this, I mean." “She does not have to be willing, Miki. I am sure an imaginative young lady like yourself could bring certain pressures to bear.”The wicked smile that bowed Miki’s moist ripe lips told Julian that this naughty young Miss really liked the little amendment to her proposal. Was that excitement that he saw in her eyes?"I can make that happen, reluctance won't be a problem. Most of the girls I know who are doing it are doing it with some--" Julian knew that by being required to supply unwilling girls would play into Miki’s need for control, for domination of another. He smiled to himself at the idea of turning this stunning and willful young beauty the disciplined little sexual dominatrix. That sweet voice brought Julian back to the present "The 'girls' I pick will all be from the PSCPP. Upper classmen mostly. All 18 years of age or older. You don't have to worry about any sort of statutory rape charges, Julian." What a cunning little mind Miki had she defiantly had potential. "You and I are going to have to be friends, Julian. For this to work out, we have to have trust! YOU trust me to provide you with what you want. Young ladies who will do anything and everything you tell them to do, whether willingly or reluctantly. And I trust you to not kick me out of school on a whim."Miki leaned over the chair across from Julian; she had unbuttoned her school blouse down to mid-bosom again. The lacy white bra of earlier was missing and Miki small breasts were firm and pert, and her blouse parted, and her cleavage was wonderfully displayed. "You and I won't be having sex in your office,"Miki had stated flatly and yet there was a taunting glint in her eyes. "It' too dangerous."And yet Miki came to him. "You and I won't be having sex in your office, Headmaster,"Miki cooed as she straddled the head Master’s lap as she freed his cock from his trousers. The little minx took hold of him, working him into her still swollen pussy, grimacing a bit. As she began skillfully driving them both toward orgasm. "After this, I mean."“Of course Miss Johnson, much to dangerous my dear.”Julian replied as he Cupped Miki’s naked breasts and then drove up into Miki’s tight little pussy. As he fucked that delicious little pussy he gave Miki a chance to show just what an accomplish she could be. He waited until he had Miki tittering on the edge of the abyss that promised such sinfully forbidden pleasure. Then with a single thrust he pushed His young student over the edge and came with her, his white hot cum filling her fertile young womb.As Miki lay gasping in his arms he clutched her to his chest, lifted her chin with a single finger until their passion glazed eyes met.“ I think a redhead Miki……..a young beauty who is not willing but can bePersuaded.”He smiled as he saidPersuaded.“And to build the trust you spoke of you and I will enjoy her charms together Miss Johnson.” I can't believe I'm doing this,Miki thought to herself.She lay against Julian's body, arms wrapped around his neck. Their chests swelled and shrank from the aftermath of nearly simultaneous orgasms. She'd very nearly torn off shirt buttons as they fucked hard and fast. She'd wanted to feel the warmth of Julian's chest against that of her own. The incredible euphoria was beginning to fade, thankfully not too quickly. And Miki found herself recalling that this had all begun with her desire not to miss a plane to Vale. She was fucking Bryce Academy's Headmaster and conspiring to manipulate her classmates into sexual situations many of them would likely prefer to avoid. And all for a weekend of skiing and sex.Then she thought of her trust fund, and realized that this was about far more than going down on Black Diamond runs, cocks, and pussies. Her thoughts were disturbed by Julian raising her head from his shoulder with a finger to her chin.“I think a redhead Miki……..a young beauty who is not willing but can be Persuaded.”"That could be difficult, Headmaster," Miki responded after a moment. "Redheads. They, they're an endangered breed at Bryce."She shifted her body a bit in his lap. The result was that his still mostly hard cock sunk a bit deeper inside her. She moaned, closed lipped. Miki smiled, then told him, "Luckily, some of the redheads I know have issues. Issues that might demand the attention of the Headmaster."Her response seemed to satisfy Julian. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. It was a soft but long and erotic kiss. And within her canal, Miki was sure she felt Julian's cock hardening to full size once again. Then, she pulled her face away. And then her body. She rose from his lap with the skill (though not the flips and twists) of a gymnast dismounting the Horse. She stood over Julian as she began putting herself back together. She snatched several tissues from the dispenser on his desk and cleaned between her thighs. Then, fishing through her little purse, she found and donned the thong she'd shed before entering the Headmaster's office."I may have a girl in mind," she'd already begun as she was dressing and cleaning up. "She got caught cheating on a midterm. The Professor sent you the report. It's probably on your secretary's desk as we speak. She came to me for advice. I told her I would consider some options."She looked back to Julian and smiled. "I don't think she will like the one I give her. But. What choice does she have?"“And to build the trust you spoke of you and I will enjoy her charms together Miss Johnson.”Miki was turned away from Julian when he gave his 'addendum'. She looked back to him, hesitated, then smiled. She turned and donned a bit of a pouty expression. With that girlish tone she'd used in their first meeting, Miki asked, "Do I HAVE to, Headmaster?"(OOC: I have to stop writing for a bit to run an errand. Make sure you read the PM I am sending you before you begin writing your next post.) “I think a redhead Miki……..a young beauty who is not willing but can bePersuaded.”Miki seemed to ponder her Headmaster’s request, no it was not a request, as a requirement."That could be difficult, Headmaster, redheads. They, they're an endangered breed at Bryce." Miki seemed to ponder his requirement, and then with a teasing smile, "Luckily, some of the redheads I know have issues. Issues that might demand the attention of the Headmaster."What teasing little thing Miki was. Before he could answer she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. Julian fingers entwined to Miki’s hair as he drew her into that kiss. Julian let that kiss linger and deepen, as he explored the sweetness of Miki’s mouth. He could feel his passion for Miki growing as his cock once more came to life and his hips rolled to Miki. Miki broke their kiss slowly sensually, she rose from his lap with a seductive skill. He watched as his little minx slowly dressed and had to admit that this young beauty made that simple act of dressing an erotic temptation as she slowly hid her body from him. "I may have a girl in mind……. She got caught cheating on a midterm. The Professor sent you the report. It's probably on your secretary's desk as we speak. She came to me for advice. I told her I would consider some options."There was a wicked gleam in Miki’s eyes as she continued. "I don't think she will like the one I give her. But. What choice does she have?"Julian was looking forward to a young beauty that could not refuse him no matter what dark passions he wished to peruse. He debated asking Miki who the girl was but decided to let her surprise him. When he told her that she would be required to enjoy the girl’s charms as well Julian was pleased with Miki’s response. "Do I HAVE to, Headmaster?"It was not so much the words that pleased him but that playfulLittle Girlvoice that seemed to say she looked forward to it as much as he did. Julian was not only looking forward to this tender morsel that Miki would deliver into her hands but to Miki’s first lesson as a neophyte dominatrix. Chloesmiled with delight atMiki'spromise that her cheating problems were taken care of. "How? HOW?? How did you DO this?""Well, I didn't do ANY thing," Miki told her. "YOU will."Chloe's smile began to fade. She knew Miki's reputation for getting things done. It was why she'd come to the slightly older student in the first place. There was only a year and a half difference between Chloe's age of barely 19 and Miki's age of nearly 21. Yet Miki had already had decades more experience in life than had the introverted, naïve, innocent, and only recently 'devirginized' Chloe could even imagine."I will WHAT?" the suddenly nervous redhead asked."You're going away with me for the weekend," Miki said."Why?" Chloe asked with building concern. It was Friday afternoon, and she already had plans with family. But if Miki said they were going away for the weekend together, well. The other student took her by the elbow and turned her for the school building's exit. Chloe asked, "And WHERE?""I rented a little cabin in the woods," Miki said. It was only a half truth. She'd told Julian that if he wanted this to happen, he was going to foot the bill. "We're going to spend the weekend together."Chloe's eyes widened and her mouth began falling open. She looked around for eavesdroppers. She whispered, "You and me? JUST you and me? All weekend??""All weekend," Miki confirmed. She didn't respond to the 'just you and me' part of the redhead's question. They exited the building and descended the steps. Separating, Miki ordered, "Go pack a bag. Anything and everything you consider sexy, pack it. Bring some comfortable clothes, too. It's the woods. We might go for a hike or something. Got a bikini? There's a pond and a--""It's MARCH!" the shocked Chloe spat out. She looked about herself: an inch of snow had fallen Wednesday. It was almost gone now, though.Miki finished what she had been about to say, "--and a hot spring."The redhead's expression changed suddenly. Miki had to smile: Chloe was pouting. It reminded Miki of how she had feigned to be doing just that in the Headmaster's office. Chloe was perfect for this next phase in Miki's 'relationship' with Julian."Hurry," Miki told her. She was already backing away toward her own destination. "We leave in an hour. Meet me out front of your dorm."Two hours later, they exited Miki's Mercedes out front of the cabin. It was one of those modern style log houses, built from a kit. It was small, with only attached living room/kitchen/dining room and one master bedroom. (Miki would note later that the 'master' was barely larger than the dorm room she had on campus. She'd never minded the small school bedroom, though. For the last four years, she'd had it entirely to herself. The Headmaster wasn't the ONLY school staff member with whom Miki had a 'relationship'. The Head of Student Housing had had his turn with the energetic young Miki as well.)They set about getting settled in. The rental agency had already stocked the kitchen with requested foods and drinks. The list had been drawn up by Miki and added to by Julian. And, as agreed, Julian had provided payment, too.Chloe was visibly nervous. She was no idiot. She knew Miki wanted to have sex with her. Chloe had had a SORT of thing with a female friend once. Touching and kissing while naked. No fingering, down THERE. Obviously that meant no mouths down there either. It had just been harmless flirtation really. But she had a pretty good idea that this weekend wasn't going to be as tame as that night had been.There things were stored away as appropriate. Chloe watched as the other young woman opened a bottle of vodka and poured some over ice in a tumbler. Miki was so beautiful. Everyone thought so. Chloe always had. But she'd never thought she herself would be interested in 'being with' another woman. She was standing here with one she knew she was going to have sex with, and she STILL didn't think she was interested in 'being with' another woman. Yet she knew it was going to happen."So," Chloe cut through the silence that had reigned over several minutes. "What now?""Take your uniform off," Miki told her. She saw the redhead's eyes open a bit. The response to Chloe's question probably sounded like a demand to get ready for sex. Miki laughed and downed her drink. "Put on something comfortable. We're gonna take a walk. Look around."The two stripped away their uniforms, packing them back into their bags. Chloe only occasionally peeked Miki's direction. Every time she did, she found the other student's gaze firmly upon her. Down to her bra and panties, she looked to Miki and asked with a blush, "WHAT?""Nothing," Miki replied. "You're just a beautiful woman. I like looking at you."Chloe diverted her eyes for a moment. She looked back to Miki, who was also in just her panties and bra. But they were a more sexy pair. And Chloe found herself beginning to wonder if maybe she WAS interested in 'being with' another woman after all. She said softly, "You're beautiful, too.""And do you like looking at me, too?"Miki didn't wait for an answer. She reached to between her breasts and popped her bra loose. It fell away to the carpet covering the hard wood floor behind her. Her firm, pert 'B' cups seem unaffected by Mother Nature's often devastating gravitational pull. She waited.Chloe diverted her eyes and blushed again. It was horrifically obvious on the fair skinned redhead's face. She murmured, "Yes."The younger student knew what the older one wanted. She raised her gaze to Miki again, specifically to her perfect bosom. After a moment, Chloe glanced to the thong which was Miki's last bit of clothing. The brunette smiled. She reached to her hips and pulled the thong from her body. It fell away, too, and Miki stepped forward away from it. Chloe looked her fellow student's body over well and long. The tall, slim Asian beauty was a sight. And any doubts she had had about wanting to 'be with' another woman faded.Chloe reached to her own clothing and shed the two remaining pieces. She blushed again. Twice! Chloe chuckled, not explaining the reason for it. She was beginning to fear passing out and keeling over. It seemed as though all of her blood was going to be perpetually pushed out in blush to the skin of her face, neck, and shoulders.They were finally both naked before one another. Miki's gaze wandered up and down the younger woman. Chloe tried to match the visual exploring, but she was still feeling horribly shy with the never before experienced situation. Miki finally made the first physical move. She stepped forward to slip her arms softly about Chloe's waist. She pulled the fellow student closer, putting their lips together. It began as a shy, tentative kiss. But with seconds, it had become passionate and erotic. Hands began to wander and caress. To grope. To lower and touch and finally probe.Morning came, and Chloe awoke to find herself alone in bed. She rose to a slight chill in the air and pulled the blanket up over her naked body. And she smiled in delight. The night with Miki had been unlike anything she'd ever imagined in her life. She'd experienced her first orgasm. And her second. And her THIRD! And while she'd asked, even begged Miki to allow her to reciprocate, the older woman had told her no, not yet. "We have the whole weekend ahead of us."Footsteps on the cabin's porch caused Chloe to pull the bedding higher over her naked torso. The door opened to reveal Miki carrying an arm load of firewood. She was dressed in yoga pants and a sweater. Chloe assumed there was a tee shirt or more beneath. But then, you just couldn't know about Miki, could you?"Get dressed," Miki said. She headed for the already brewed coffee pot. "We're going for a walk.""It's cold outside," Chloe said. She didn't know the temperature. It was just common sense.Miki smiled as she poured a thermos full of steaming coffee. "I'll keep you warm."Chloe got up with the blanket around her. But Miki pulled it from her body, laughing. "I've SEEN it already. Fuck, I HAD it. Get dressed!"Chloe began gathering clothes, but Miki interrupted her. She took Chloe's bra, telling her she wouldn't need it. She did the same when the redhead began to don a comfortable pair of cotton panties. Chloe puffed out a breath. "What do you WANT me to wear?"Miki selected out a pair of Chloe's worn jeans and her own blue cardigan. She tossed them to the redhead. Playfully, she said you can pick your own shoes."They ate some ready food. Then they headed for a beaten path that rounded the pond. They sometimes held hands. They kissed often. Miki slipped a hand up inside the cardigan once as well, finding a hardened nipple and pinching it playfully. Chloe actually found herself begging Miki to take her back to the cabin. Back to bed. "I want to do that other thing. The one, you know. That you did to me.""Later," Miki promised her without any more mention of it. "I promise."They continued onward. They arrived at a soft meadow. Chloe shed her slip on shoes and walked in the grass. Miki pointed out the hot spring, telling the other girl they'd come back to it later. When Chloe asked why not now, Miki checked her watch. She told Chloe, "Soon."They continued onward. They were nearly back to the cabin when Miki heard the distant rumble of a car upon the rough road approaching their location. She stepped back from the younger vixen and said, "Open your top. I want to see you."Chloe laughed. "It's freezing out here!""It's well over forty," Miki corrected. She gestured toward the cardigan. And again. Chloe hesitated, but began unbuttoning the sweater. As she did, Miki moved back to her new lover and unbuttoned Chloe's belt and pants. Miki pushed the cardigan open, then stepped back. She ogledChloe's exposed front sidefor a long moment, purring with hunger. "You're so beautiful. He's gonna love you."Chloe donned an expression of confusion. "Who's gonna love me?"Suddenly, realization donned upon the student. Chloe looked beyond Miki toward the sound of an approaching but still unseen car. She quickly pulled the cardigan over her breasts, dropped her shoes, and began fastening her pants and belt."What's going on, Miki?" she asked in shock. "Who's coming? Who are you talking about?""The man who's going to get you out of your cheating scandal," Miki said with a calm tone. "The man who's going to keep you from getting kicked out of--""I thought YOU were going to keep me from getting expelled!"Miki laughed. "I'm sorry, did you think I was going to fuck the Headmaster FOR you?"Chloe froze suddenly. She stared at Miki with wide open eyes and mouth. She asked in shock, "The Headmaster? You want me to have SEX with Headmaster LOCKWOOD?"Miki glanced over her shoulder toward the cabin. Julian's car was just coming to a stop next to her own Mercedes. She looked back to Chloe. "Headmaster Lockwood is the one who's going to convince the professor to give you another opp--""Oh my god! Oh my GOD!" Chloe was murmuring, more to herself than to Miki. Now redressed, she began for the cabin. She just wanted to get into Miki's car and get the hell out of here. But she stopped, looking ahead. Julian was out of his car now and looking across the field toward the two students. Chloe looked to Miki with now tear filled eyes. "What have you done to me, Miki?"The other young woman stepped up closer to Chloe. She took the girl's hands in her own. She squeezed them, trying to be reassuring. She said in an even, calm tone, "It's not what I have done TO you, Chloe. It's what I'm going to do FOR you. C'mon. Come with me."Miki backed away, still holding Chloe's hands. The other woman resisted. Miki told her bluntly, "It's just sex, Chloe. And I'll be there the whole time. I won't let anything bad happen to you."That wasn't exactly true, of course. Miki knew that Julian wanted to dominate this young woman. Miki had told Julian that he couldn't hurt Chloe like he had Miki herself. But that hadn't kept the two of them from gathering together some bondage equipment that was now in the trunk of her car.Miki tugged on the redhead's hands again, causing Chloe to finally begin forward. Miki released one hand and led the reluctant Chloe up to meet their third. "Headmaster, this is Chloe De Havilland. Chloe, this is Julian Lockwood. Lets go inside. Get some lunch." Saturday morning Miki had said why not Friday night Julian wondered and then a sly smile bowed his lips. Miki intended to be the first one to sample the little lamb’s charms. Well let her have her fun for the headmaster of Bryce had plans for both of them.Early Saturday morning Julian drove up to the cabin in the woods, as he approached it he saw Miki and a sweet little redhead standing at the edge of the field by the cabin. Miki was just standing behind the stunning young redhead. Miki had Chloe's displayed delightful for him. The girl’s blue cardigan hung open, bearing her firm young breasts for his pleasures. Miki had also unsnapped the girl’s jeans and pulled down the zipper so that the sparse tawny copper down of her pussy was just teasingly visible.“So who is your charming companion Miki?” "Headmaster, this is Chloe De Havilland. Chloe, this is Julian Lockwood. Let’s go inside. Get some lunch."His eyes boldly took in ever sensual curve of Chloe’s stunning young body. Her breast were just a little larger that Miki’s perhaps a c cup her skin a pale creamy ivory a delightful contrast to Miki’s tawny alabaster skin. Both girls’ skin were flawless.“I look forward to seeing more of you Miss De Havilland and getting to know you much more intimately young lady.”Julian followed Miki and Chloe into the cabin. He was dressed in a black shirt, black slacks and black boots.“Miki be a dear and strip Miss De Havilland.”Julian stood there his arms crossed over his chest as again he boldly took in every inch of Chloe stunning young Body.“Miki is she delicious as she looks?”The Headmaster of Bryce almost cooed.“So Miss Johnson did you bring some toy to amuse our young guest?”There was something in Miki’s nature that Julian suspected that she had, for she enjoyed her bondage and submission of that first night more than she may care to admit.

_Discipline is Crucial_ (closed)

Coming Home (msa24680 & WhiteHeart)

Reed Harper felt the bead of sweat roll down from his temple, collecting the dust as it traveled down his face until it hit the strap of his helmet. For the past 23 months, he could always count on at least two things being in abundance; sweat and dust. Dean, the First Lieutenant over his company, held his fist up, stopping everyone's forward motion. Reed kept his assault rifle pressed hard against his shoulder and kept his eyes moving, looking all around for any indication of enemy movement. Everything looked still. Everything alwayslookedstill. He glanced behind him at one of his fellow FEST members, John. Reed and John had been assigned to this particular company at the same time, slightly over a year ago. They were both also set to return home in just over a month. Over the long period of time together, they had become close friends and had learned just about everything there was to know about each other. John had told Reed all about his new wife, Mary, whom he had wed right before being deployed, and was beyond excited to get back home to her. In turn, Reed had told John all about his girlfriend, Kaylee. The men had both been in Afghanistan for almost two years now as part of Forward Engineer Support Team A. An eight man squad, accompanying the front line teams to help gather preliminary information for logistics and to perform early infrastructure analysis. After a four year engineering program at Vanderbilt, Reed felt that serving his country overseas for two years was an easy way to pay the student loan debt. Or least it seemed like a good idea at the time.Dean motioned them forward again, and once again Reed's thoughts drifted to Kaylee. They had met at Vanderbilt and had been inseparable since. This time in Afghanistan had been difficult to deal with, but they had been able to stay in touch through email and the occasional Skype call. Motion ahead of him to the right snapped his thought back to the present. Dean motioned for the squad to take cover and to begin sweeping the area. As a member of FEST, Reed was designated to fall back and only offer support when needed. Things began to move quickly. Reed could see the members of the team fan out, leap-frogging each other as they advanced. Reed, John, and the other remaining members of FEST A, followed further back, staying behind cover as much as the could. The first gunshots of each firefight Reed had been in always made him jump slightly; this time was no different as rifle shots began to sporadically hit around their location. He heard Dean yell out something about snipers before he heard their own rifles firing back. A chuck of the dilapidated building beside him exploded from the wall, bits of it bouncing off of his shoulder. He raised his arms and looked through his scope quickly before he saw John move from the corner of his vision to his right and glanced over at him just as another gunshot rang in the distance. John's head rocked back as the bullet struck him in his right cheek, his blood spraying forward in a seemingly unnatural way. Reed barely had time to react before he heard another yell and the wall beside him exploded, chucks of rock and plaster slamming into him, forcing him to the ground.“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at the Nashville International Airport. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.”The flight attendant's announcement jolted Reed out of his memory. The same memory had been haunting his dreams for the past several weeks, since the incident. The Army's psychiatrist, that he had been ordered to meet with, had cleared him for release; unfortunately that didn't stop the dreams. Someone should have told the dreams that he was okay. He tried to slow his racing heart and push the memories from his mind as he realized he would be seeing Kaylee again for the first time in two years. That made his heart race for a different reason. In her last email, she had told him that she would be at the airport, waiting for him, with his parents.“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Nashville International Airport. Local time is 11:10 AM and the temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit."Reed blocked out the rest of the announcement as he gathered his things and pulled his carry-on into his lap. Within a few moments, the plane had taxied to the terminal and the passengers began to debark. After waiting his turn, Reed stood, stretching his 6' frame quickly, and strapping the worn backpack over his shoulder before making his way off the plane and into the waiting area of the airport. “Congratulations, you have a daughter,” a nurse smiled. She had said those same five words for the one hundredth time since being placed on the obstetrics unit. And there would probably be a hundred more, not including all the times she switched ‘daughter’ to ‘son’.The young woman on the bed looked up with tired, but excited eyes as Kaylee offered the small baby into her arms. Her husband was quickly leaning over the side of the bed, cooing at the shrivelled little human being. It was nearly always the same, but Kaylee couldn’t help but smile every time. Because while it was the same, it was different as well. Different people. Different thoughts. Same feelings.She walked over to the sink and quickly washed her hands, preparing for the last few steps of the procedure before she was off her shift. The doctor had left, leaving her in charge of some things. It wasn’t a big deal. They weren’t difficult tasks to complete, and even if they were, she didn’t like the doctor much anyways. His head was too high in the clouds and all Kaylee wanted to do was drag him back down to earth where everyone else lived.“Nurse!” a man’s voice called from across the room and Kaylee turned, looking at the worried father’s face.“What is it?” she asked, wiping her hands with a paper towel and tossing it in the garbage can. Walking over to the end of the bed, she could immediately see the problem. The baby’s skin was already tinging blue. Rushing over to the side of the bed, she took the little girl from the mom and checked for a pulse. No pulse.Kaylee’s hand slammed on the red call button on the wall, grabbing a face mask and bag and already beginning CPR on the small child. She could hear the parents being quieted as her other colleagues came running in with the crash cart and the drapes drawn around the scenario. Her eyes didn’t come off the baby.Twenty minutes. Thirty. Thirty-five.“We have a pulse!” someone called. Kaylee stepped back, brushing the loose strands of hair out of her face, taking a deep breath. Thirty-five minutes over the end of her shift. The sounds of sobbing could be heard behind the curtain, followed by Natalie, another nurse, telling them that their baby girl was still alive, but in critical condition. That’s what the NICU was for, right? Of course. Sick newborns were parents’ worst fear, yet it happened more frequently than people realized.Kaylee stepped out of the curtained space, walking to the break room and pouring herself a cold cup of coffee. It was nearly eight in the morning; she had opted for the night shifts this week so she could get the next week off. As she plunked herself in the chair, she couldn’t help but smile just a little bit. Reed was coming home next week. She was going to the Nashville airport to meet him with his parents. A nervous thump of her heart quickly over-rode her excitement. It had been two years. Two years since she had given him that last kiss before he boarded the plan to Afghanistan. Two years of little emails and skype calls, hearing the struggle and torture in his voice when he would talk at the wee hours of her morning, thanks to the time zone difference. Those nights would make the worst day shifts ever, working on maybe two or three hours of sleep. It was worth it every time.Now, the day was looming so close that she wasn’t even sure how to feel about it. Life had gotten into a routine without him around and while she was excited for him to return, she was worried that things wouldn’t be the same. Of course they wouldn’t be. Neither of them were the same as when they were in college. Reed would have two years of being in the army under his belt and she would have the same amount of time working in a hospital under her own belt. They were grown up with different experiences that made them the person they are now. Would it be able to work out in the end?“Stop doubting…” Kaylee mumbled to herself, getting up and going to the little cubby that contained her stuff. “It’ll all work out. It has for the last two years.” Grabbing the keys to her car, she walked out to the parking lot, getting in and driving home, ready to sleep the day away.~~You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy –Kaylee reached over and smacked her alarm clock, turning off the music that had woken her up for the past 730 days. One would expect her to be annoyed at it by now, but it was their song. She could never hate that song.Getting up wasn’t much of a task this morning, since in less than two hours, she would see Reed. Those anxious and nervous butterflies began dancing in her stomach as she showered and straightened her shoulder-length blonde hair. Kaylee even spent a little extra time on her make-up and what she chose to wear that day.It was 10:30 when she showed up at the airport, meeting with Reed’s parents in front of the little food court. They still had about half an hour to wait, but they could see the plane he was on on the screen above them, letting them know if it was going to be on time. When it got a little bit closer, they got up and went to the gate where the passengers would exit out of. Kaylee clutched her purse tighter, looking through the crowds of people that began to file through, searching for him. Would he look the same? Would she even recognize him? It was 11:20am. In the next few minutes they’d be reunited; everything she had dreamed for and thought about in the last two years was finally going to happen. "Oh, sorry," Reed apologized to an older woman he accidentally bumped into with his backpack. Crowds or confined spaces never bothered him before; before the incident. Although now he could feel his heart begin to speed up as he quickly became increasingly uncomfortable, even in the short period of time from exiting the plane. The small crowd moved forward and began to spread out quickly as his fellow passengers found their loved ones waiting for them. Reed hefted his pack higher up his shoulder and scanned the crowd for Kaylee and his parents.It didn't take him too long before he spotted her, standing beside his parents. The prior two years seemed to wash away in an instant. He azure eyes lit as a smile covered his face. His left hand gripped the strap of his pack as he lifted his right hand and ran it through his short, dirty blond hair. Reed hurried forward, dropping his pack to the ground as he approached Kaylee, his eyes focused only on her before closing as he wrapped his arms around her. He held her tight as he whispered once he found his voice, "I've missed you so much, baby." He pulled back slightly, opened his eyes and kissed her, pressing his lips firmly against hers for a moment. "You look great."Reed eventually pulled part of his attention away from her, looking over towards his smiling parents. He loosened his right arm and extended it out towards his father, shaking his hand then reaching towards his mother, holding her hand and squeezing it tightly. "Mom... Dad...," he smiled warmly towards him. During the entire greeting, he refused to move his left arm from around Kaylee. Reed looked down at his girlfriend, still smiling at her, and raised his eyebrows. "So, after we grab my bags, unless you had different plans...," he grinned at her, "I've gone two years without a greasy hamburger and fries." If Kaylee's fear was that she wasn't going to be able to recognize him, the fact that he was the only one coming off the flight wearing the camo army uniform was enough to settle that anxiety. She saw him, his bag in his grasp as he walked towards them, still unaware of where they were. A gasp caught in her throat as the two years away from each other were all collected up and thrown out the window."Reed!" She tried to call, but it ended up sounding like a choke. She could see his attention was now focused on her and a smile lit across her face as tears threatened to spill over. Dropping her purse without further thought, she dodged the other people and ran the short distance that was left between them. Without second thought, Kaylee threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. Once again, she felt safe in his arms. A feeling that had evaded her for such a long time."I've missed you, too," she whispered back, not wanting to let go of him as he let her feet touch back onto the floor. As his lips found hers, Kaylee was pretty sure she was going to melt into that same floor. Running her hand across his jaw, she noted the weathered lines along his skin. The time apart that seemed to have diminished in the last few minutes, it was still obvious that he had been in the harsh lands of Afghanistan.Even as he spoke with his parents, she stayed as close to him as possible. The tears had unashamedly fallen down her cheeks, unable to contain her joy and relief she was feeling. So many other soldiers hadn't made it out alive and Kaylee couldn't even imagine what the families and friends of them were feeling at this point. She considered herself blessed that Reed had come home in one piece.At his comment, she laughed and squeezed his arm a little. His humor had definitely prevailed the deserted war lands."We didn't make any plans. We were pretty sure you already had an idea of what you wanted to do," she sniffed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Remember Gabby's? We could go there." The small restaurant was family owned and had a good selection of food. Once they were able to get his bag from the luggage area, and drive the 15 to 20 minutes to Gabby's, it was just shortly after noon as they pulled into the parking lot. Reed had sat in the passenger seat, holding onto Kaylee's hand when he could as she drove. During the entire short trip, he had alternated from staring at her to looking out of the window at recent changes that had occurred over the past couple years he had been away. Kaylee had told him about most of the major new buildings or changes in the roads while he was gone, but seeing them in person was something different.His parents had left the airport first in order to get a table for them at the burger joint. Once Reed and Kaylee met back up with his parents inside, Reed pulled out a chair for Kaylee and once she was situated, he sat beside her. Within a few moments a waitress had come by and brought them all water to drink, leaving again while they took some time to decide what they wanted. Reed glanced over the menu and tried to remember the last time he sat down, even at just a burger joint, for something to eat. He reached under the table and took Kaylee's hand into his.After a few moments, Reed's father spoke up first, "So, son, now that you're back home what are your plans? Any job opportunities from the military?"Reed took a sip from his water and glanced over at Kaylee before looking at his dad. "Well, actually, yes. Notwiththe military, but because of my experience with them, they have a ton of contacts - all over the country actually." He quickly glanced back to Kaylee to see any reaction on her face. "But, one of the ones that I think I'm most interested in, is actually right here. In Nashville. There's a very large engineering company that maintains an office in Nashville. They do a lot of different kinds of engineering jobs. Everything from the private sector to a few military contracts, which is why they have the connections. Anyway, from what I've been told, there is a position that is mine if I want it. But I'd still have to go in for an interview this next Monday." Once they had pulled up to the restaurant, Kaylee followed Reed inside, holding his hand for as long as she could possibly could. The moment when he helped her with her seat was the only time they weren't connected for nearly that entire evening. It still felt surreal, as though she was going to wake up at any minute and realize it had only been a dream. It wouldn't be the first time. Kaylee had had many dreams of him arriving back to her, only to wake up and find the bed empty on his side.Kaylee raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at her before beginning to talk. Across the country? Her heart skipped a beat, thinking about having to pack up and move her life thousands of miles away. Her breathing relaxed a little when he started speaking about Nashville. That wasn't as bad. It was only about half an hour of a commute. She squeezed his hand a little."Sounds like a good opportunity," she told him, a smile across her face. A twinkle in her eye. "Plus, it wouldn't be so far away from home. I mean, we just got you back."The food came a few minutes later as they continued to talk about different options in Nashville. She had opted for a chicken sandwich with a salad. It had been her goal to get in a little better shape for his arrival; and, with all the walking on the unit, it wasn't difficult to get the steps in. Eating, unfortunately, required her to release his hand, but she kept glancing over at him. A smile would always crease her lips when she reminded herself that it was all real, and it took all her effort not to reach over and run her fingers across his skin, wanting that extra proof. The bacon swiss burger in his hands was easily the best thing he had eaten in a long time. Reed closed his eyes as he took a large bite and smiled as he chewed. As bad as it was for him, it was so delicious. Now that he was back home and away from the army, he would have to figure out a way to at least stay somewhat in shape; and he was assuming bacon swiss burgers weren't going to be an integral factor in that.As the meal started to come to a close, Reed looked across the table to his father. "Is my truck still parked at y'all's house? Idohave one small errand I've got to run this afternoon.""Of course," his father answered, nodding. "I cranked it up a few times while you were gone, just so it didn't sit still for too long. Its even got a full tank of gas."Reed nodded as he drank from his water glass. "Perfect." He answered, before turning his head towards Kaylee. "Did you have anything specific planned for us to do the rest of today or tonight?"He thought about his bags in the car and how he hadn't thought much about where he would live once he got home. Sure, he and Kaylee had talked about being together during some of their calls while he was overseas, but no plans had been made. As it stood right now, everything he owned himself was either still at his parents house, or in a couple bags in Kaylee's car. He didn't want to be presumptuous and move himself into her house. She had worked so hard to get herself through school and to own her own home. Her parents had been a huge help in buying the house; they had gifted her over half of the sales price as a graduation present. Regardless of that, Kaylee had been the one living on her own, paying the bills, and working long hours to do so. Reed smiled slightly to himself as he thought of his errand to run. Hopefully, after tonight, the question of them living together wouldn't be a question anymore. Kaylee thanked the waiter for her food and quietly ate the caesar salad while Reed caught up with his parents. Just by looking at Michael and Lisa, she could see the excitement in their eyes when they looked at their son, and even though Kaylee was close to both of them, she didn't want to interrupt the family's special moment of their son's return. She had many things she wanted to tell him, but decided to wait until Reed was a little bit more settled down from his journey home. Besides, listening to his voice was probably the best thing she could think about doing right now anyways."I didn't make any plans. At least not for today. I wasn't sure if you were going to want to fall in bed when you got back or what," Kaylee gave him a smile, setting down her fork and reaching for her glass of water to take a drink."Do you want me to come with you on your errand?" It seemed funny that he already had something he wanted to, even though he had just arrived within the hour, but she let it slide. Heck, if he wanted to go to a playground and swing on the swings, she wouldn't argue. Reed nodded while Kaylee told him she had no set plans. That would work out perfectly. There were a couple things he had in mind and he was glad he had a clean slate to work with. Picking up a napkin, Reed wiped his mouth and hands then placed it on his plate. He pushed the empty plate away slightly before the waiter came back around to pick it up. Looking back over to Kaylee, Reed shook his head. "Nah... I actually got a little bit of sleep on the plane, believe it or not. But I do think I'd like a nice quiet night in tonight."Someone dropped a plate across the restaurant; the crashing sound of it hitting the floor and shattering hit Reed suddenly. He flinched and turned quickly towards the commotion before closing his eyes briefly and turning back around. "Sorry... I guess I'm still a bit on edge."He looked back over to Kaylee and smiled, "Oh, no, its okay. It's just a couple things I want to pick up really quickly." Reed responded. His father paid the waiter while Reed looked over at Kaylee. "Would you mind if I rode back with my parents to get my truck, then I can just meet you at your house soon? If I promise that I won't be long? I'll even take care of plans for dinner." He glanced down at his watch. "It's about 1:15 now. I could meet you at your house in just a few hours, at most. Besides, you'll have to give me the grand tour. Walking me through it on Skype isn't the same thing." Reed smiled as he remembered the first Skype call after Kaylee moved in; watching as she walked her laptop around the new house, showing him every corner. Kaylee had reached out and put a hand on his arm when he had flinched, giving him a reassuring smile when he explained himself. It couldn't be easy coming back to civilization. All the people and distractions were a lot to take in and she didn't expect him to jump back into the normal routine of life for quite awhile. The thoughts that there could be something worse wrong with him had crossed her mind, but she brushed them away. There was no need to make things worse in her mind."Oh, sure..." She nodded. "I can give you my address. I should probably clean up a little bit anyways. It's a mess," Kaylee gave him a smile, releasing his arm and reaching to put a tip on the table for the waiter. Then she grabbed the napkin and quickly scribbled the address to her house on it. "Just text me when you're close so I won't have the vacuum on full blast when you try knock on the door."Standing up, she grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys, waiting for the others to follow as they exited the restaurant. She walked over with them to their vehicle, taking Reed's hand on the walk over, and stopping him before he got into the car."I'm so happy you're back. And these next few hours are going todragby," she rolled her eyes on the word and smiled up at him. "Don't take too long, okay?" Reed squeezed her hand tightly and smiled at her. "I promise I won't be long. Just going to get my truck and make a couple stops on my way to your house. It'll give me a little time to catch up with my parents anyway. Once I get to your house thought, I'm all yours." He placed his hand against her cheek lightly as he looked in her eyes. Squeezing her hand once more, he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers, kissing her softly and reluctantly pulling away as he heard his parents get in their car and close the doors. "See you soon." He slipped his hand out of hers and walked over to open the back door to his parents car. "Oh and Kaylee, be careful and be sure to buckle your seat belt," he said as he winked before getting into the car.Rolling Tennessee landscape slid by them as Reed and his parents made their way back to their house. While he was already missing Kaylee, it was nice to be able to catch up with them. The drive to their farm on the eastern side of Clarksville seemed to fly by in an instant, while parents and son discussed his plans now that he was back home. His parents had built their house on the large farmland years before Reed was born and lived there ever since. His father was a farmer, and his mother helped as much as she could on the farm. They never lived an extravagant life, by any stretch of the imagination, but Reed had a great childhood. His parents were close, and the three of them had always had a strong relationship. They had approved of Kaylee from the first moment they met her, and now that Reed was home, and making plans for his immediate future, they could not be more proud.Once they reached the house, Reed's mother helped him pack a few additional things in an older suitcase. She and his father had also already boxed a few of his belongings up for him, mostly books, per a conversation they had had a few weeks ago prior to him coming home. Reed and his father loaded everything up in the rear cab of his Toyota Tacoma before the son embraced his parents and promising that he would call them later that night.The drive down to Franklin seemed to take longer than before. Reed had made the one stop he had planned for in Nashville before getting back on the road. The errand had not taken him very long at all, but when he stepped out of the store, slipping a small black box into his pocket on the way back to his truck, Reed suddenly felt extremely anxious, regardless of how confident he was on the outcome of this evening. Once he reached Franklin he made his last stop to Whole Foods, buying everything they would need to cook dinner at Kaylee's house. All of his errands now done, Reed pulled out his old phone, sent Kaylee a text that he was about 15 minutes away, and made a mental note to look into getting a newer phone now that he was home. "Bye," Kaylee smiled as she stepped away from their car and let out a wave as they drove away. Even though it wasn't going to be long before he'd be back, it still seemed like he was driving away and not returning for another two years. She had just gotten him back. Why on earth would she want him out of her sight right now? Shaking her head, she walked over to her car ( and got in, starting it and pulling out of the parking lot. It was a short twenty minute drive back to her house ( and she parked inside the garage so Reed would be able to take the spot on the driveway when he arrived. These next few hours were going to be her cleaning up a little bit, since she hadn't been able to with her job taking over the majority of her life. Kaylee couldn't even remember the last time she went out for a drink or two with some friends. Her days consisted of sleeping, eating, and working. Repeat.She had no idea how much time had passed when her phone finally buzzed. Wiping her hands off on a towel and tossing the rag in the sink, she went over to her phone and checked it. A smile crossed her face. Fifteen minutes. She replied 'sounds good Going upstairs, she changed out of her grubby clothes and back into the ones she had worn earlier that day, checking her hair to make sure it hadn't fallen completely out of place. The golden strands tucked neatly behind her ears as she pulled the rest of her hair out of a ponytail and let it fall over her shoulders. Satisfied that she was presentable once again, Kaylee walked back down the stairs and turned on the Keurig, just in case Reed would want something to drink when he finally got here.Now, as the time shortened before he finally got here, Kaylee felt the butterflies in her stomach, as though she was back at the airport waiting for him. Besides a couple Skype calls, he had never seen her house. She was anxious to see what he thought and hoped that it wouldn't be too strenuous to come up with conversation topics. Not that it had been a problem before, but a lot of time had passed. She could only pray that the spark between them was still there when everything had settled back down. Pulling up to the address he was given, Reed immediately recognized the house from the picture Kaylee had sent him. She was so proud when she had purchased the two-story brick house. Reed smiled as he was finally able to look over her house. He glanced at the time; it was almost 5:00 and the sun had begun to set, giving the roof a reddish tint. The driveway was empty, so he parked on the right side before patting his left jacket pocket to make sure the small black box was there.He reached over to the passenger seat, grabbing the few bags he had gotten from Whole Foods and then climbing out of his truck. Deciding to leave the rest of his items in the vehicle for now as he made his way along the walkway to the front door, Reed suddenly felt his heart race as both nervousness and excitement kicked in. He hurried to the front door and rang the doorbell. Glancing down, he smiled as he looked in the bags in his right hand.Spaghetti had been the last dinner they had shared before he left, and they had talked so many times about cooking it again together when he had returned. He hoped that doing this tonight would help make the night even more memorable. Absentmindedly, as his hand lowered from the doorbell, he patted his pocket again and grinned before forcing the smile away as he waited for Kaylee to come to the door. The bell sound rang through the house, almost causing Kaylee to jump a little. She stood up from the couch, where she had been reading the Gardening Weekly magazine, and walked to the front door. It was always a dream to remake the front yard, add some flower beds and maybe a little rock-way up to the front. One of these days, when she had more time... For now, the green grass and small trees would have to suffice. There were other, more immediate, needs that would need to be taken care of before she would work on the trivial aesthetic touches.Opening the front door, Reed stood before her, looking as handsome as ever. Her heart skipped a beat again, still trying to understand the fact that he was back from overseas. She wasn't dreaming it, like she had done countless times. This time it was real. Very real."Hey," she smiled, opening the door wider. "Welcome to my humble abode..." Stepping back so that he could enter, she cracked her knuckles at her side. A nervous habit. Then she reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't make anything to eat since you said you were bringing something - oh," her gaze dropped to his hands, which were holding the grocery bags. "I guess that solves that problem." Reed couldn't help but smile when Kaylee answered the door. She looked as beautiful as ever and now that he was finally home and with her, he wasn't planning on leaving. He stepped into the house and looked around as she shut the door. "The house looks great; even better in person!" When she mentioned something to eat, he raised the bags. "I got it covered, sweetheart." Turning towards her, he stepped close and placed his left hand gently against the side of her neck and cheek. "I've missed you." Tilting his head towards her, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her gently as his hand slid down and around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Regretfully, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. "I've missed that too."Stepping away, Reed smiled at Kaylee before sliding his hand off of her and moving further into the house, making his way into the kitchen. He lifted his right hand, setting the bags onto the granite counter tops and pulling out the items he purchased; spaghetti noodles, fresh mushrooms, tomatoes, and everything else they would need to cook their dinner. He held up the pasta and smiled, "I thought spaghetti would be the perfect first dinner back together?" Kaylee smiled, melting a little under his touch as she returned the pleasant embrace, wishing that it didn't have to end. Her eyes closed a little when he pulled away and she sighed, pulling herself back together, "I've missed you too."Once they were in the kitchen, she looked at the ingredients and smiled, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "I fully agree. I'm glad you remember all the ingredients we needed to make spaghetti," she laughed a little. Stepping behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head in the middle of his back, sighing. Kaylee could feel the strength, even underneath his clothes, and instantly felt secure in his presence."I put on some water if you wanted coffee or tea or anything," she murmured, pulling back again and reaching up to pull her pony tail tight again. As Kaylee laughed slightly at him remembering all the proper ingredients, Reed smiled. "Of course I remembered! I've been looking forward to this for a while." The large brown paper bags crinkled as he pulled out each of the ingredients and placed them on the counter. He paused as her hands wrapped around his waist and placed one of his own over hers, the moment still feeling a bit surreal, as if when he closed his eyes tonight it would all disappear. Or rather he would open his eyes and wake from this dream at any moment.Turning around after she pulled away, Reed leaned back against the counter and looked at her, giving her a half-smile. "Coffee sounds really good actually. And if you'll point me to a pan, I'll start browning our meat for the spaghetti." Reed leaned forward, kissing her on her cheek before stepping over to the stove. He leaned down slightly, looking at the controls, before lighting one of the gas eyes and reaching to the side of the stove to pull out a nearby wooden spoon to cook with. "Bottom drawer on the left hand side of the island," she replied to his question, grabbing a mug and placing it on the Keurig, pressing a couple buttons. Shortly after, there was a cup of steaming coffee which he turned and set on the counter, "there you go." She grabbed another mug and made herself a cup of grey tea, mixing in a little milk and honey. Occasionally, Kaylee would glance over at Reed and smile before turning again."So... How's it like being back and all?" she asked, grabbing the lettuce from the fridge and a bowl from a cupboard, working on making a salad. She grabbed some vegetables and a large knife, setting it to the side as she moved to wash the food before preparing it. Turning the water on, she splashed some over the tomatoes, before setting them on the side. She grabbed the knife again, beginning to chop the red vegetable up into small squares for the salad. Reed smiled as Kaylee placed the steaming mug of coffee next to him on the counter. "Thank you, baby." Anything that came out of that KeurigHADto taste better than what he was forced to become accustomed to overseas. He reached over and blew on the top of the hot liquid before cautiously taking a small sip, regardless of the temperature it still was. Closing his eyes, he smelled in the fresh scent of the coffee before setting the mug back down and returning to his work on the spaghetti. Following her instructions, Reed got out a pan and began to brown the fresh meat for the sauce, then also started a large pot of water for the noodles."You know... I'm not entirely sure it's really set in yet," Reed commented to her. "I mean, not completely." He continued working around the kitchen, glad to be focused on a task. That seemed to feel more natural. "In some ways, like here, in a kitchen with you, it seems like this is normal and has always been this way. Other times...," his thoughts drifted off a little bit, remembering the clatter from the restaurant earlier today. His body had reacted before he knew what was happening. It was like he felt as if he was still there. Still under fire. Still watching his friends die around him."I don't know... just other times it's almost like I'm still over there." He didn't know another way to say it and he certainly didn't want to say more, or say too much. The last thing he wanted was to ruin tonight by scaring Kaylee. Those memories... those thoughts that he was having... he did want to talk to her about them. There was nobody else he would rather talk to about it. But it would need to wait. Reed knew that she was a nurse and had dealt with this kind of thing before, at least somewhat, but he couldn't put her through talking about his memories, his nightmares, of the past two years. Not tonight. Kaylee listened quietly as she grabbed the plates and cutlery, setting the table as Reed spoke. At times, it sounded like his voice drifted off and he would enter a whole different world, but she just chalked that up to him trying to get used to being back on American soil. She looked over at him and smiled a little as he finally did drift off into silence. Coming around the counter, Kaylee stepped beside him and slid her hand into his, giving it a little squeeze."Well, I'm glad your home," she responded quietly, "and I'm sure you'll be annoyed by rush hour traffic and busy grocery stores soon enough." Kissing his cheek, she went to grab the napkins in the cupboard and place them on the table. Just then, the phone rang. She had set the volume up at a decent level, since it was rare that anything softer than that would wake her up when she was trying to catch up on her sleep after a long shift at work. Not even her alarm clock could get her up as early as she needed to be anymore. Usually, it took at least three or four snooze buttons to finally roll out of bed."That's probably my mom... She wanted to know when you were home," Kaylee said quickly, going over to the phone and picking it up. "Hello? Yes, yes he is... Yep! His flight went well... No, he's just tired. We're just about to sit down for sup- oh? Well, tell Dad I said - .... Sure thing. No, don't worry about it. I know you're busy and - oh, alright. Love you too, bye." Kaylee hung up the phone and shook her head a little bit. "Mom says hi," she told Reed. "I don't think I caught whatever else she said in the middle of her rant." Reed squeezed her hand back and grinned. "I'm glad I'm home too." He looked over at her and grinned. "The rush hour traffic and busy grocery stores included." Tilting his head, he pressed his forehead against her head. "And this... thisIShome." He smiled as she kissed his cheek, then watched her as she set the table for them. Feeling relaxed now, he sighed. Doing this... the everyday things, being here with her, it all helped him forget what he had been through.Once the meat was browned, Reed strained it then poured it into a large pot to mix the sauce in. He smiled and shook his head as he listened to the mostly one-sided phone conversation Kaylee was having.'Some things never change...,'he thought as he added the other ingredients to the pot. Just as he was adding the mushrooms to finish the sauce, the water for the noodles began to boil. He stirred the sauce a few more times before grabbing the noodles and putting them in the boiling water.Looking over to Kaylee as she was getting off the phone, Reed raised his eyebrows. "Everything ok? Seems like they're still as busy as always. How have they been?" Kaylee smiled, hopping up onto the counter and swinging her legs, her heels thumping on the cupboard door, "Oh, they're fine. They both keep busy with work and church... And mom phones in every other date at the minimum. Y'know, to make sure that I'm taking care of myself." She smiled at Reed, watching him work in the kitchen like it was second nature to him.The sun was getting low in the sky, causing an orange glow to dance around the living room through the windows. Kaylee looked around, pleased with how clean the place looked. It had been a long time since it looked this nice. She just prayed that there wouldn't be another phone call from the hospital, calling her in to replace someone who never came in for their shift."I also have beer or wine if you would like some. It's just in the pantry," she pointed out as well, unsure if he was just fine with his coffee. The sauce simmered on the stove, filling the air with its aroma, the smell causing Reed's stomach to start to protest in hunger. Once the pasta was done, he strained it in the sink before turning towards Kaylee and nodding, "Yeah, I think some wine with dinner would be good." Walking over to the pantry, he pulled out a bottle of Pinot Noir and held it out to Kaylee. "Will this work for you?"Walking back over to the counter and pointing up at a cupboard, Reed looked back at his girlfriend questioningly, "Wine glasses in this one?" He then quickly moved his arm, now pointing to the next cabinet down, "Or... this one?" He laughed a little and shrugged his shoulders, "I'll remember where it all is eventually!" Once she answered him, he took out a couple wine glasses and set them on the counter before checking the sauce to make sure it was ready."Ok, I think we're all set." Reed looked over at the table and then opened drawers until he found a wine bottle opener and pulled the cork from the wine bottle, pouring them both a glass of the red wine. "That one," Kaylee laughed as he pointed to the second cupboard. Once he had poured the glasses, she brought them to the table and placed them by their plates. "It smells delicious and I'm getting more and more hungry by the second," she added, taking her seat and waiting for him to come over with their food. He seemed so content in the kitchen, like he had been in it a million times before and this was just another day at home.As he took his spot next to her, Kaylee couldn't stop smiling. "Our last sit down meal like this was over two years ago," she said quietly, looking down at her plate and then over at him. "Has it felt like it's been that long?" She took a deep breath before adding, "I mean, I've been working a lot so time seems to have passed pretty quickly. But... I don't know." Kaylee stopped talking and twisted a strand of hair between her fingers, suddenly feeling shy. Grabbing a couple trivets, Reed carried over the bowl of pasta, then the pot of sauce to the table. He started to fix both of their plates as he thought about her question. His mind drifted back once again to specific moments from the previous two years. He could still hear the gunshots... the explosions... the screaming. His hands continued to work, almost on auto-pilot, as the memories raced through his mind until he blinked, pushing them away and bringing himself back to the present."No, it hasn't felt like it's been that long. The last two years... there were moments that I thought they would never end, but now, being back here, it seems like just a dream. A nightmare." He shrugged and smiled slightly as he sat down in the seat adjacent to hers and lifted his wine glass with his right hand towards her. "But it's over now. I'm not going anywhere. So... to us," he smiled as he held his glass towards her.His left hand dropped to his lap, resting over his pocket, feeling the box again as his heart started to beat faster with nervousness. 'Almost time,' he thought to himself. He decided to at least let them get mostly through their meal. With a small smile on her face, Kaylee raised her glass and touched his with a smallclink. "To us," she repeated, taking a sip of the wine before setting it down. "Now, let's see how your spaghetti-making skills have lasted these two years." Taking a bite, she closed her eyes and nodded her head, a little smile creeping onto her face. "Yup, it's delicious."They ate quietly for a little while, enjoying the presence of each other. There was so much to discuss, yet Kaylee didn't really want to break the blissful moment that it felt like. Eventually, though, words had to be spoken."So you said something about having a job offer close by?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow. Lifting his fork full of spaghetti into his mouth, Reed looked up at Kaylee as she asked her question. "Mhmm...," he smiled and nodded a little as he chewed then swallowed his bite. He wiped his mouth and set his napkin back down. "Yeah, there's a pretty large engineering firm in Nashville, like I mentioned at lunch. Apparently the CEO is an old college buddy with the Commander over my team I was with overseas. A couple phone calls were made and so, bottom line is... I think the job is mine if I want it. I just need to go in for an interview to make it official."Reed took a sip of his water and leaned back as he looked over the table at Kaylee. "I really do think that this would be something I would enjoy, plus from what I've been told, the pay is excellent and the benefits are great too. Plus... um... I thought it would be easier for, um... us, if I was able to find a job here. You've gotten situation so well here," he looked around the house before looking back at her, "and the house is perfect." He glanced down at his lap quickly. "And... has plenty of room to grow in." "That sounds like a great opportunity," Kaylee nodded her head. "But, if you need some time to get settled, that's perfectly fine. My job has been going really well, so we wouldn't be in trouble for quite awhile. Unless, of course, you eat a crap ton of food, use all the hot water every time you turn on a tap, and never turn any of the lights off in the rooms," she laughed, taking another bite of the delicious meal.At his last statement, she raised an eyebrow. "Grow in? What... Are you planning on gaining two-hundred pounds so you can't fit through the hallway or something?" Kaylee teased, sipping on the wine from the glass. It seemed like an odd thing to say, and he didn't seem very confident when he mentioned it at all. But, whatever he was thinking wasn't even registering in her brain. It was more interested in having him back, plus she had become so used to the routine of her life and advancing in her job, that she hadn't had time to think about much else. Reed laughed at her comments and shook his head. "No... that's definitely not what I meant." He reached out and took a large gulp from his drink before scooting his chair out a little bit. "What I meant was...," Reed started as he looked up at Kaylee across the table, so many thoughts flooding through his mind in an instant.Two years. Two years in hell. Two years without her. And two years of seeing so many people die. Almost every day was a reminder to him as to how short life could actually be. Those days also served as a lesson to teach him to be grateful for the things he had, the things he could have, and the things he didn't want to lose. He took another breath and looked up at Kaylee."I meant for US to grow in." He smiled at her before he continued, "You. Me. Maybe a family one day." He stood up, walking around the table and up to the chair where Kaylee sat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small black box before kneeling on one knee facing her. "Kaylee. Not a day went by that I didn't think about you. Not one moment passed without me doing whatever I had to to get back home to you. I don't ever want to go anywhere without you. Not now, not next week, not 30 years from now." He opened the box, revealing a diamond ring ( inside."Will you marry me?" Kaylee stopped eating when he started talking and the look he had in his eyes was more than enough to cause her heart to stop. She turned sideways in her chair as he walked over to her side. Her heart started racing faster and even though he was talking, she could barely hear anything. He was on one knee holding a box in front of her. Reed had barely been back for twelve hours and he was proposing to her?"I..." she stuttered, looking down at the ring and then back to him. "Yes..." she whispered. A small smile crept upon her face and she nodded her head again. "Yes, I'll marry you!"From that morning, where she had met him off the plane, to this moment, Kaylee had not expected this. Sure, maybe in a few months - a year at tops, but the same day he arrived? Could she even be sure it was the same man that she had said goodbye to all that time ago? A lot could change in two years, especially when in those two years he had been off at war. Kaylee had graduated nursing school and had gotten a full time job, her own home, and a massive stack of bills to go with it. They didn't have any experience living the 'normal life' together; then again, Kaylee hadn't made any risky moves in awhile and who said this was even a risk anyways?And as she looked at him, kneeling in front of her, she knew that this was no risk. There would have be no way to keep the smile from Reed's face as Kaylee's response sunk in. His eyes stayed locked on to hers as he pulled the ring from the box. Setting the box over on the table, Reed reached for her left hand, slipping the ring onto her finger. He held her hands in his gently, holding the back of her hands up so they could see the ring, the light from the room glinting off the diamond. Leaning down, Reed lifted Kaylee's hands up slightly to his face, kissing both of them.Looking up at her he nodded. "I promise I'll do everything I can to make you happy, baby."After a moment, he stood up and pulled her up to her feet, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. "I've thought about this for so long." He pulled back a little and placed one of his hands lightly along the side of her face before pressing his lips against hers, kissing her gently. His other hand held her around her waist, holding her close against his body. Kaylee didn't want to let go of him once he had a hold on her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as he held her, only pulling back a little when he did so they could kiss. Their first kiss as an engaged couple. It really didn't even seem real; after all, it was still barely registering that he was back from the war. Now they were going to get married!"I don't even have words," she whispered, a stray tear making its way down her cheek. "Our parents are going to be ecstatic!"Of course, there was a lot of details that needed to be figured out, but Kaylee wasn't even thinking about those at the moment. The feeling of bliss had overtook her being and that's all she could concentrate on at the moment. Not even the cooling spaghetti could pull her out of it.Looking up at him, Kaylee ran a couple of her fingers through his hair that had to be kept short for the military. Her cheeks were starting to get sore from constantly smiling, but that was the absolute last thing on her mind. Reed continued to hold her tight, letting the moment sink in for a while. After a time, he leaned back, looking down at Kaylee, returning her smile. "Well... my parents knew I was going to ask you. That was the little errand I needed to run after lunch without you." Reed laughed a little and shrugged his shoulders a little. "While I was still overseas my dad was actually really helpful in making sure the ring was ready for today. We should probably call them soon though. I bet my mom is pacing the floor since she knows to expect a call."Reed glanced over to the table and gave Kaylee a half-smile. "Maybe we should at least try to finish some of our dinner before we start the phone calls? We did work pretty hard on it."Sliding his right hand down her arm, Reed took Kaylee's left hand and lifted it up so they could both look at it, the ring sitting beautifully on her finger. "It looks perfect, baby." Kaylee laughed a little, shaking her head. "Let me guess, my dad probably knows about it already as well. Unless you were that rebel child who doesn't ask the girl's father for permission!" she teased him, looking down at the ring on her finger. It was absolutely gorgeous. Far nicer than she had even imagined. In reality, she probably would have been more than happy to have a plastic ring out of a cereal box, as long as it meant that she was Reed's fiance.Looking back over at the meal, she sighed a little and nodded, "I guess so. Man, why didn't you wait until after we finished... I've lost my appetite," she added giddily, trying to take a bite of her spaghetti while alternating her gaze between him and the ring. Smiling at him, she managed to finish her meal and take her plate to the sink. Giving it a quick rinse, she popped it into the dishwasher, ready to turn it on in the evening after they had used all the dishes they needed for that evening."Did... You have things you brought that need to be brought upstairs?" she asked him, motioning to the stairs that led to the bedrooms. "I did manage to clean the sheets on both of the beds, since I wasn't sure..." With the last statement, she smirked a little. With the ring on her finger, she was pretty sure she knew which room he was going to take. Grinning a bit as he looked back up at her, Reed nodded his head. "Oh, don't worry. Your dad already knows. I was able to call him about 2 weeks ago once my release orders were confirmed. I'm sure he's told your mom too. But we'll find out whenever you're ready to call them." He leaned down and kissed her forehead before pulling away, and agreeing with her regarding the rest of the meal. "It might have been better, but I couldn't wait any longer!" He laughed as he took his seat again and forced himself to finish.He carried his plate into the kitchen behind her, following her actions and adding his own plate to the dishwasher.Theirdishwasher. Intheirhouse. Sure... these things weren'ttheirsyet, not technically... but it was a nice thought, knowing that they would be. Reed could imagine their future already. Both of them working; raising a family; a little boy; a little girl; family get-togethers; holidays.As she motioned to the stairs that led up to the bedrooms, Reed began to answer her first question as he leaned back against the kitchen counter crossing his arms. "Yeah, I went ahead and boxed up several thi...," her next statement caught him a little by surprise. He looked at her questioningly. "You weren't sure? Baby, what were you not sure about?" He uncrossed his arms and reached out towards her, taking her hand in his and pulling her against him. He kissed her again as he wrapped his arms around her. Pulling his lips away from hers, he looked down at her. "Were you worried that... things would be different?" Kaylee shook her head a little, looking up at him. "No, I wasn't worried... I just, I wasn't sure." She shrugged her shoulders a little bit, reaching up and running her thumb across his cheek, feeling the light stubble. "I didn't want to push you into anything too fast, but it looks like you beat me to it," she grinned, raising her hand and wiggling her ring finger with the diamond engagement ring on it.Then she pulled away again, looking around for his belongings. "We might as well bring them up now. We can work on unpacking them in the coming week, since I'm also going to assume that you're moving in with me. I mean, this house is far too big for just me." With a smile, Kaylee flicked on the stair lights and climbed up, turning on the rest of the light switches along the way until they reached the master bedroom. It wasn't massive, but it was a decent size, with a king bed underneath the window on the far side. She had made sure to clean it up before he had arrived, so everything was in its place. Nodding and offering a return smile to Kaylee, Reed understood her thought process. He had been gone a long time. And despite their communication throughout his service overseas, anybody could change over the course of two years. That concern of too much time passing had certainly crept it's way into Reed's mind as well, but finally seeing her again at the airport... it was almost as if the two years washed away. Almost.Reaching his hand into his pocket, Reed pulled out the keys to his truck and nodded. "I'll go out and just grab a couple bags I have packed. I have a few boxes too, but I can get those tomorrow. I'll be right back." Walking out to his truck, Reed paused in the driveway to look up at the stars, breathing in the fresh, cool air. He offered a quick prayer of thanks. Thanks for getting him through the past two years; thanks for getting him home safely; thanks for bringing him back to Kaylee.Grabbing a couple bags from his truck, the ones that would at the very least get him through the night, Reed pressed the button to lock his truck and made his way back inside, closing the door and locking it once he was in. He made his way back inside and followed the lights up the stairs into the master bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, he looked at Kaylee and smiled, holding up his two bags, "Honey, I'm home." He laughed a little at her. Kaylee, who had been closing the curtains at the window, turned around when she heard his voice and smiled, "Welcome home, babe." Then she pointed to the corner of the room, "you can put them there." After he did, she kissed him on the cheek and then handed him the remote to the TV on the opposite wall of the bed, "I have Netflix and a few extra channels. I figured being away for so long, you might want to catch up on a few things."The clock read nearly nine at night and Kaylee held back a yawn as she went to the dresser and pulled out her sweatpants, "Did I say I got tomorrow off?" she added as she quickly slipped into the much comfier pants. "We can go check out that job offer that you have tomorrow if you'd like." Returning her smile, Reed crossed the room to the corner she had indicated and set down the two bags he had brought inside for tonight. He crouched by them and unzipped one of them to pull out a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt. He stood up and laid the two items on the nightstand near the side of the bed he was nearest to before going back to his bag and zipping it up. Standing once again, he turned and received Kaylee's kiss on his cheek, then the remote to the TV. "Oh man... after two years, I'm not even sure what it is I should be catching up on when it comes to TV. We were able to get bits and pieces of news and things over there, but really the only TV we were able to watch were football games."As she stepped over to a dresser, Reed looked down at the large bed beneath the window and smiled as his hand reached out and felt the blankets on top. "An actual bed... not a cot, not a bunk, but an actual bed." Instinctively, his body started to feel uncommonly tired as he thought of how long it had been since he had a full, restful, undisturbed sleep in a real bed. At Kaylee's comment about tomorrow, he turned and looked over towards her. "Oh, no - you didn't say. That's great though!" Reed set the TV remote down on the night stand and tugged off his shirt from the day before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. "Yeah, I'd love to drive by the place and at least see what the office looks like and what's around it." Kaylee smiled, pulling her hair up into a loose bun to keep it off her face at night. "Well, I'm sure it'll keep you busy for weeks if you let it. Maybe I shouldn't let you have access to the TV until we are sure you've got a job secured," she teased, looking over at him as he grabbed his clothes. She could hear him talking to himself and she smiled, happy that he could be home and be safe on this side of the ocean once more. The day had gone over far better than she had ever imagined; heck, they were engaged! To think that this morning she had welcomed him off that plane... And now it was their first night together with her husband-to-be. They still had to phone their parents to tell the good news, but she let that go for now, wanting to enjoy just the company of the two of them for now.Coming back into the room, she flicked on a couple of the lamps and shut off the big light so that the glow of it wasn't so bright and demanding. "Sounds good," she replied to him, stepping over to her side of the bed ( and pulling back the covers. She took off her shirt and jeans, folding them up and putting them on the chair before crawling underneath the covers and pulling them up. "There's a lot of series on Netflix that are super easy to binge if you have the time... Or don't have the time; it doesn't really matter," Kaylee grinned as she looked over at her fiance. He listened to his fiance as he slipped his jeans off and laid them aside with his shirt. His fiance... that would take a little getting used to. It certainly sounded right... just would take a little time for it to all sink in. Reed grinned as the thoughts flooded through his mind. He shook his head at her comment of spending weeks watching Netflix. "After the constant going of the past two years, I'm not sure if I would love that or go crazy doing that." Right now he wasn't sure he could even fathom the idea of just sitting and watching TV for that long.Reed reached down and grabbed the pillow for him to sleep on and the decorative pillow, setting them both up against the dark leather headboard and slid beneath the covers, pulling them up and leaning back against the pillows before sighing. "On second thought... now that I'm here...," he reached his arm out towards her and motioned for her to come lay beside him so that he could hold her in his arms as he smiled at her. "How about we just never move from this spot? That would work, right?"He reached with his other hand and grabbed the remote again, turning on the TV and flipping through the first few options on Netflix. He recognized some, didn't recognize others, but really had no idea what to turn on. After a moment or two, he shrugged and held the remote out to Kaylee. "I really have no idea what to turn on. Anything would be fine for tonight, honestly." Putting the remote in her hand, he leaned down towards her and kissed her neck lightly, closing his eyes as he did. Kaylee smiled, scooting over a little so she was beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Her bed had always been comfortable, but it always seemed like something was missing - until now. A small laugh escaped her lips and she kissed his cheek before taking the remote from him, "I would be okay with that... This bed is extremely comfortable." Flipping through the channels, she sighed a little at his kiss and tilted her head to the side. He still knew her sweet spots."I don't know. They came out with a new superman movie... Man of Steel, or something," she finally landed on it and glanced at him, wondering if he was interested at all. "Yes? No?" Her fingers hovered over the remote button. "I have a feeling you might fall asleep, though it really is interesting," she grinned a little. "Maybe too interesting." Her last words were said teasingly, knowing how he used to get so caught up in movies that she wouldn't be able to pry his eyes away from the screen for more than a couple seconds. Reed paused with his lips pressed against Kaylee's neck and his eyes closed. Breathing in deep, he took in her scent, smiling softly to himself as he smelled her. She smelled so pleasant... sweet even. He withdrew his lips and kept his face close to her neck as he listened to her tell him about the movie she settled on. One small piece of his mind registered that it did sound like something he would want to watch sometime, but the rest of him only thought about the fact that after two years, he was finally laying here in bed beside her."How about...," he whispered as he moved his mouth up closer towards her ear. His hand reached over blindly and found her hand that was still holding the remote, taking the remote from her and tossing it aside. "We just let it play in the background?"Reed's hand lowered back down and slipped beneath the covers, sliding across her waist as his lips kissed just below her ear. As his hand reached the opposite side of her body, his fingers pressed against her firmly, pulling her slightly towards him. Pressing against her, Reed moved his lips higher, kissing along Kaylee's ear before whispering again. "I've missed you so much." The sudden change in behavior sparked a fire inside Kaylee and she smiled a little, letting him chuck away the remote. She rolled a little ways towards him, letting her fingers trace along his well defined arms and around his neck, "I guess we can let it play in the background..." she whispered, moving her head a little so that his lips were by hers. "I've missed you too."Then her supple lips were on his, posing a soft kiss as her hand came up to his cheek. Her thumb brushed across his jaw as she relished in his closeness - something she had only imagined for the past twenty four months. There was some sounds like shooting and bombs in the background as the movie kept playing, but Kaylee thought nothing of it. It didn't even really clue in that there was a movie playing, since all of her attention was now devoted slowly on her fiance."What else have you missed?" Kaylee asked innocently, pulling away slightly as she let her lips brush along his in the question. His short hair felt stubby as she let her fingers run along his head, knowing that it had to be kept short in the military. The feeling of her fingers against his hair made Reed exhale and close his eye momentarily. Having her touch him like this, being able to relax in this bed. Her bed. Thier bed. It seemed almost like a dream that he would have never gotten to experience. At her question, Reed opened his eyes slightly and grinned. "Why don't I show you everything I've missed?" He teased her before leaning towards her, closing his eyes slowly and pressing his lips against hers firmly. The fingers of his hand pressed into her skin pulling her harder against him as his lips parted, his tongue playing with hers.The movie in the background continued to play, the gunshots and explosions ringing through the barely lit bedroom. Behind closed eyes, Reed was thrown back overseas. The sound of gunfire rang around him, louder now. His heart began to race. The Middle-Eastern sun beat down on him and caused his body temperature to rise; sweat escaping from his pores now. He took cover behind the rubble of a nearby wall that had collapsed just moments ago. His fellow FEST member, John, was crouched just 15 feet from him. 'What are you saying to me?!' Reed knew his friend was trying to say something, but he couldn't hear him over the explosions around them. John rose up slightly, still silently yelling at Reed before a bullet ended his life."NOO!" Reed shot up away from Kaylee, looking around the room in a panic. It took him a moment to realize where he was. He sat in the bed and glanced back at his fiance with wild eyes before covers his head with his hands. "I... I'm sorry." The continuous battle on the TV made him flinch and look up quickly at the screen. Kaylee was completely content as she responded to his kiss happily. It had been so long, and it felt so perfect. That is, until all of a sudden he wasn't responding to her cues anymore. Her tongue, which had been doing a dance with his, was now dancing alone. With a frown, she pulled away. "Reed? Reed?" she asked quietly, but he didn't respond. It seemed like he was far, far away from her. She put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a little shake. "Reed! Talk to me, baby."Then, all of a sudden, her fiance jumped back as though he had seen his life flash before his eyes. Kaylee startled a little, pulling back a bit, though she kept a hand on his arm. "Reed! What's going on?" She looked at him seriously, seeing his eyes dance back and forth as he tried to mumble an apology. Finally catching his gaze continuously drawing back to the TV, she grabbed the remote and shut it off."Sweetie, talk to me..." her voice was quiet, running her thumb across his cheek, pulling his hands away from his face so that he had to look at her. "What happened?" His palm, feeling damp with sweat, ran over the top of his head running through his short hair before returning to his face. "I'm sorry," Reed apologized again. He stared at the blank, black TV screen, his mind processing what had just happened. The room was quiet now, but it was a comfort for him. The silence was certainly welcome and as the memories of the past faded, his heart began to slow and feel normal once again."I was back... there. Reliving it all." Turning in the bed and looking his his fiance as she pulled his hands away, Reed gave her a half-cocked smile. "They talked to us about this... before we were discharged. We had to meet with a psychologist to discuss how we werefeeling. I tried to take it seriously, but at the time it just felt a little bit like a joke." Reed breathed deep as his heart fully returned to what felt like a normal pulse. "You hear stories of people reliving the nightmares they endured... you just never think it would ever apply to you."Reed lifted her hands and held them up to his lips, kissing them. He shook his head slowly and gave a small laugh. "And now it almost feels as if it never happened. It left just as quickly as it came. Don't get me wrong... I can still remember the images, but I don't feel panicked about them like I did a moment ago." He glanced back over to the TV and smiled as he returned his gaze to Kaylee. "Maybe we should leave the TV off for now?" Kaylee rubbed her thumb across the top of his hand as he spoke, staying quiet as he tried to explain how he was feeling. Post-traumatic stress. The thing she remembered worrying about constantly that he would come home having. It could be such a crippling disorder, especially if a person didn't get help for it right away. She smiled a little as he kissed her hands."Is there a place around here that has a psychologist you would like to see? Now that you know what they were trying to get at, maybe you would be able to take it a little more seriously... Maybe it could help you," she offered quietly, moving the remote off the bed and onto the nightstand so it couldn't accidentally turned on if they leaned on it just the right way.It had also occurred to her that a lot of men didn't think they needed the help, even though they had the symptoms. If that were the case, she was prepared to fight him on it. But not tonight. Tonight was supposed to be their special night back. If he decided he didn't want to talk about it, then she would wait and bring it up with him in the morning.Leaning forward, she kissed him gently, "The TV stays off tonight," she agreed with a smile. "You... want me to talk to another shrink?" Reed looked at his fiance carefully, unsure of what she was suggested. He wasn't crazy. Wasn't this just something he would be able to handle on his own? "I don't know. This might just go away on its own." He didn't want to admit that he was actually worried. Ashamed almost. How could he face Kaylee a broken man? How could he be the husband she deserved?His thoughts disappeared as she kissed him again. A smile formed on Reed's face as she agreed about the television. "Thank you," he whispered before leaning forward and kissing her again. He raised his left hand and reached up, sliding it along her arm.Reed turned more towards her, cupping her face with his right hand as he kissed her deeper. He moved his left hand from her arm to her waist and wrapped it around to her back, pulling her onto his lap. The silence of the dimly lit bedroom was comforting as his fingers dug into the skin of her back, holding her close.

Coming Home (msa24680 & WhiteHeart)

So Much Love (dietJESUS and jennybear218)

Bryer walked near the right side of the hallway on her way to the library, trying to stay out of everyone's way. She had a small brown messenger bag slung over her shoulder, and a couple of books in her arms. She wore a (okay, it was actually fairly short) black pleated skirt and a long-sleeved white sweater that fit her form perfectly. She was petite, with some noticeable curve in her hips, and breasts on the larger side of B-cup. Her wavy hair was down today, framing her face in soft, beautiful chocolate ringlets. On her walks through the halls, she usually spaced out. But now she was just hoping that she wouldn't have to bump into her latest annoyance. Her pretty black flats scuffed the ground a little as she walked. Her live-wire blue eyes were framed by subtle lines of dark liner and mascara. She was trying to hurry up and get to the library as quickly as she could. Bryer didn't have a chance. Lionel Shipmen was on the prowl, all six feet and five inches of him. He tucked his hair behind his ears, his messenger bag over his shoulder as he looked around for his latest conquest. Dark skinny jeans clung to all the right places on his long, slim yet toned legs. A dark purple tee shirt set off his piercing green eyes that were currently flicking around rapidly. He didn't bother looking where he was going, people generally moved out of his way due to his height."God dammit.... Where did she go...." He growled, then smirked when he spotted thatfineass round the corner into a different hall. He picked up his pace and caught up with Bryer fairly rapidly. "Hey there hott stuff." He arched a brow and smirked over at the stunning young lady walking next to him. He wouldn't rest until he'd nailed her. Easy lays had gotten boring, he was looking for a challenge. Ah. Right on cue, wasn't he? He'd been trying real hard lately. Unfortunately, he was a prick and an asshole and a player, and Bryer wasn't even the least bit interested. Well, she thought he was sexy. Because he was, and he had that bad-boy thing going for him. And Bryer wasn't allowed to date bad boys. She was hardly allowed to date at all."Save it for someone who actually thinks you have a shot," Bryer didn't even look up at him, clutching her books tighter against her chest and ducking her head. "What do you want this time?" She asked, her voice dipping a little bit into a mumble. "Can't a guy just tell a girl he thinks she's gorgeous? God..." Lionel was still grinning over at her. His hair fell into his eyes and he casually tossed his head a little, flicking it out of the way. "Where ya headed? Maybe I can join in?" He tucked his hands his his back pockets and watched Bryer walk. Her tits looked amazing in that sweater, all he wanted to do was push up that skirt and smack her ass until she was begging for him to rail her. Dammit, he was going to make himself hard at this rate... Bryer glanced up at him, watching him toss his hair. He was sotall, nearly a foot and a half taller than her height of 5'1". She arched a slender brow, pursing her full rosy lips in thought. "Is the air thinner up there?" She asked, blatantly ignoring his question. "Because I'm pretty sure I just told you to get lost." Lionel chuckled. "Sorry, I can't hear you up here, I think the mountain goat on my shoulder is in the way." he curled his hand around his ear, grinning like a fool. "Come on, I've never said a mean thing to you! You're very attractive and I want to get to know you slash hang out with you." He cocked his head and smiled sweetly. Bryer quickly glanced away. "Liar," she muttered. "People don't call me attractive." They called her plain, fat, ugly, rich-bitch, whore, prude. "But fine. I'm going to the library." She straightened her shoulders. "You're welcome to join me," she paused, "but only because it's a public place and I'm not allowed to tell you to leave." Lionel cocked his head and frowned a little. "Are you serious, no one calls you pretty? Girl, you are aknockout!" Lionel desperately gestured at her body, his mouth agape. "I mean.... Your hips... That rack! Your... I mean, yourass!" He shook his head, still clearly stunned. "Wow.... Okay. Well, I'll join you then." He shifted his messenger bag on his shoulder and grinned winningly at Bryer. Bryer blushed noticeably, tugging her hair over one shoulder with a slender, manicured hand (french tips). Lionel drooling over her like that was definitely a nice change. Instead of professors, handsy old men on the train and her Uncle Don. This was a boy, and a boy her age. Despite the fact that he was a total player, the recognition was appreciated. "Thanks," she said slowly, like she wasn't sure she should be thanking him for it. And she couldn't deny that winning smile. She didn't know he was the flame, and she the moth. She couldn't see through his perfect smile in that moment. "I'm... flattered, I guess." She exited the building and continued across the campus at a slow walk beside Lionel. She was still fast-walking, technically, just to keep up with his long strides. "Did'ja bring any homework?" Lionel grinned to himself at the small victory. "Ah... Not really...." he tucked his hands in his back pockets again and leaned back a little, sighing happily. "I'm sure I'll find something to do." He glanced over at Bryer, his mouth ever so slightly open as he winked at her, then looked away. Bryer's shoulders slumped and she walked the rest of the way to the library in silent defeat. She allowed Lionel to bother her until she sat down, and started spreading her notes and textbooks out in front of her. Without looking up, she decided to engage him in conversation because the silence was awkward and it was really creepy to have him stare. "So... why do you even waste your time hanging around me lately?" She asked. "You know I have no interest in being your next conquest." Lionel slid into the chair across from Bryer, resting his elbow on the table and settled his chin in his hand, casually observing Bryer as she spread her work out. When she spoke, he lifted his head, looking extremely hurt. "Excuse me, but can't a guy just want to be friends...with... Fuck it." He shrugged. "Come on, go out with me? Just a date, it won't kill you." he pointed at her, giving her a very determined stare. "If you don't have fun, I'll... Okay, I can't promise I'll leave you alone, but I'll.... I don't know, but I bet you'll have more fun than you think." He lifted his hands in a half shrug and leaned back on the table. "So come on, go out with me." He was so stupid. Did he honestly think that she would say yes to something like that? He wasn't even trying to impress her. He just wanted the chase, and it sounded like he wanted the chase to be easy. She glared down at her textbook. She was just another link in the chain. But what if she played his game better than him and showed him that he wouldn't be able to get down her pants just because he bought her dinner? That sounded good. Bryer looked up, pressing the end of her pen against her chin. "What kind of date?" She asked unexpectedly. "Dinner and a movie. I'll be a perfect gentlemen." Lionel leaned on the table and arched an eyebrow. "Come on, whatta say?" He nodded at her, his eyes roving over her body briefly. "Go out with me just once, just one little date." He knew he was begging, but he was so close here. If he could get a few dates, he could totally get it in. "You're pathetic." Bryer leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn't exactly aware of the sex appeal of her own body - in fact, Bryer seemed very uncomfortable in her own skin. Her arms folded like that pushed her breasts up, and in the scoop neck sweater she was wearing they could cause a freakin' nosebleed. "But I guess I could go out with you. It'll have to be something more creative than dinner and a movie." She smirked. "Impress me, Shipmen." Lionel really didn't like that sweater, it made things so distracting with its low neck and... Augh. He blinked a few times and looked up at Bryer, catching the tail end of what she said. He smirked and shifted in his seat comfortably, arching an eyebrow at her and nodding. "Challenge accepted. I'll pick you up at eight on Saturday then." He winked. Bryer sighed, drumming her fingers on her arm. "Make it seven," she said, ducking her head and kind of mumbling some more. "I... have to be home by ten." She said. Lionel grinned, nodding. "A curfew? How old are you, twelve?" He chuckled and shook his head, glancing at his watch. "Ah, I should probably go to the lab and get some work done. Catch ya later." He winked again, pushed his hair behind his ears and stood, walking casually out of the library as though nothing of importance had just occurred. "I'm nineteen!" Bryer snapped as Lionel left. The- asshole!wasn't said, but she hoped he felt that she wanted to say it. She tried to focus on her work for the rest of the day - really tried - but she was frustrated and would even maybe admit to herself that she had butterflies. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She was torn between regretting her decision to say yes and... kind of being excited for Saturday night. When she got home, she told her Dad. He said sure, as long as he got to meet the guy before they left on their date. Her mom asked if he was blind. Because who would ever willingly go out on a date with her. That kind of put Bryer in a low mood.But when Saturday night came, she found herself pacing the living room of their giant freaking house. She was wearing very form-fitting jeans, flats and a flowy top. She put her hair up so that it looked really pretty, and had some strands framing her face. Her mother said she looked frumpy. Bryer quietly accepted it and went back upstairs to change about six times before she settled back on that first outfit again. Lionel had spotted Bryer a few times in the next few days, but he didn't say anything or try to follow her. He'd convinced her to go on a date, the chase was just starting to get interesting, he'd let her have some time to herself before their date.She'd never told him exactly where her house was, but come on, who didn't know where the Remington's huge mansion was? It was kind of hard to miss. He pulled up in his jeep, wearing dark washed straight leg jeans, a dark green tee shirt with screen printed black wings down the side. He hoped he didn't look like too much of a tool as he parked his car and climbed out, his worn converse making no noise on the pavement as he walked up to the door. He rang the bell and ran his hands through his hair, looking at the house with an impressed expression. Bryer ran down to the door immediately, but stood behind it and counted off a few seconds because she didn't wanna seem like she'd been actively waiting for him or anything girly like that. She felt her updo to make sure it looked okay, and then stepped forward and opened up the door."Hi," She said, offering him a polite smile and a quick once-over. He always looked so good in just jeans and he made her feel ugly in comparison. "Um, you wanna come in? My Dad said he wanted to meet you and stuff before he let me go out with you..." Lionel smiled when Bryer opened the door. Damn, she looked amazing. Those jeans flattered her curves in all the right ways, he had to tear his eyes away as she spoke. "Hm? Yeah, okay." He shrugged. "Feels like we're in the antebellum south here..." he joked lightly, sticking his hands in his pockets and stepping into the house, looking around a little. "Nice place ya got here... Big..." he grinned down at her and shifted a little. "Well, bring on the father, I'm ready." Bryer laughed a little, shutting the door behind Lionel. She feigned a dramatic curtsy, then playfully clung to Lionel's warm, muscular arm. "Oh, Mama, I just can't believe a handsome gentleman come to take me off to the fair!" She gasped in a faux, breathy southern belle accent. "I just can'twaitto - ""LionelShipmenis your date tonight?"Bryer was silenced immediately. She leaped away from Lionel, putting at least two feet of space between them and adjusting her flowy top just to make sure everything was in order. She looked up at Brody, and intimidating man of roughly Lionel's height but twice his width and all in muscle. "You know my father already?" She asked. Lionel laughed and shook his head, Bryer's southern accent was flawless. "You're..." He looked up when he heard a very familiar voice. He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey there Officer... Crap, I guess I didn't connect the dots here." He shrugged and chuckled lightly. "How's it been? I haven't.. uh.. Run into you in a while." He arched his eyebrows and looked over at Bryer and pulled a slightly awkward face. "Uh, your dad has... Arrested me... A lot." He shrugged again. Bryer adopted a very pained expression as Lionel told her the news. She hadn't anticipated anything like that. She was quiet as Brody took a few steps forward, then put his hands on his hips in that I'm-subtly-showing-you-my-gun stance. She rolled her eyes, then reached over and grabbed Lionel's hand. "Well, since you both know each other so well, I guess we can just get going." She said, tugging Lionel towards the door."Her curfew's at ten, young man." Brody glowered."We know, Dad!" She was practically shoving Lionel out the door. "Bye!" "I'll be a good boy, officer!" Lionel called over his shoulder as Bryer dragged him out of the house. He removed his hand from her grasp and doubled over in a sweeping bow, pointing towards his jeep. "Your chariot, m'lady." he droned in a fake British accent. "Shall I lend you an arm?" He snapped to attention, his arm held out in front of him. "Our destination is but a short carriage ride away." Bryer was actually moved to laughter, shaking her head at what a freakin' goof Lionel was being. She bowed her head and stepped forward, taking his arm and doing a one-ankle curtsy. "Why thank you, Good Sir." She said, and decidedly didn't remove her arm from his. "Whereareyou taking me, anyway?" She asked. "That's for me to know and you to find out." Lionel quipped and opened the passenger door for her, then climbed in the driver's seat. They sat in silence for a while as they drove along, Lionel finally turned on the radio and played his iPod, putting on The Goodnight Anthem and sitting back, glancing at Bryer out of the corner of his eye as he headed into town. Bryer nervously buckled her seatbelt, but relaxed as soon as she heard Lionel start playing one of her favorite bands. "Goodnight Anthem!" She grinned, leaning forward and turning the volume dial up on the stereo. "I fucking love this song! Nobody I know even knows who they are." She laughed, nodding her head to the music. "Are you gonna take me out to eat and pay for it? I brought my wallet just in case I needed it..." Lionel looked over at her, his eyebrows shot up. "Really? I've never met anyone who knows them either." He grinned and turned back to the road. "Don't worry, I got it." He smiled over at her briefly and focused a little more on the road, eventually puling into the parking lot for a roller rink. "Come on then." He parked and got out of the car, nodding to the door. "You ever been?" "The rink? Hell yeah," Bryer grinned, glad that she'd decided to wear jeans. Though she could imagine that Lionel would try and convince her to wear a skirt for rollerblading. She hopped out of the car and shut the door behind her, walking around so that she she could walk next to Lionel. "Alright, I'll admit it; so far I'm impressed." She said. "I'm also ready to kick your ass at roller blading." Lionel snorted and rolled his eyes. "I wasn't aware that it was a competition." He grinned and held open the door for her. "Well, bring it on, hot stuff." He watched her ass as she walked by, extremely impressed, then followed her into the joint and gently bumped her out of the way, paying for their rentals and the entrance fee. "Will you hold my hand during the couples skate?" He asked, batting his lashes girlishly. Bryer stood beside him while he paid for their rentals. She got her size in in-line blades and walked over to the bench to sit down and strap them on. "Excuse me?" She asked, a wily smirk on her face. "You have to earn hand-holding privileges. And if you're nic I might let you put your hand in my back pocket," She teased. Lionel got roller blades and sat down next to Bryer, grinning and chuckling a little. "Well then I guess I'll have to be very, very good." He winked and made sure the blades were on tightly and stood up and offered his hand down to Bryer. "Well then, let's get this shit show on the road." He arched and eyebrow, looking over at the rink and rolled his eyes a little at the crappy pop music playing. Bryer looked up after she tied the laces up over her jeans. Her eyes fell on Lionel's large, tan hand, and she was a little surprised that he was actually offering it to her. Her eyes shifted to his face and she smiled at him as she reached up. She carefully slid her hand into his - callused, scarred a little in some places, so much bigger and longer than hers - and let him help her up. She wobbled a tiny bit, but more sure-footedly she headed towards the rink with him. "I don't know," she continued, "I don't think you have the capacity to be good." Lionel grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, easily skating onto the rink and moving along smoothly. He hadn't been out rollerblading in ages, but it was one of those things you just didn't forget. He smiled over at Bryer and winked in a rather flirtatious manner, then sped off into the crowd, looking back over his shoulder at her. "Hey," Bryer laughed, pitching her body forward a little and rocking her arms and legs into synchronized motion, taking off after him and quickly building up speed as she raced after him in the giant circle. Luckily there weren't that many people out on the floor right now, so she was content to just have fun skating closer to the center. She caught up with him quickly, then, with a twist of her bangin' hips, whirled around in half a figure eight so that she was skating backwards, facing him. She maintained speed and balance, glancing over her shoulder every so often. She angled her body so that she could see out of her peripheral vision mostly. "Is that all you got?" She arched her eyebrows. Lionel laughed and raced after Bryer. "Hey, I don't spend a lot of my time rollerblading." He caught up to her and grabbed her hands. "So excuse me if I don't have any fancy moves to show off." He chuckled and pulled her closer, looking down at her and smiling, his hands lightly resting on her waist for a moment, then he pulled away and skated past, glancing over his shoulder at her. Bryer blushed when Lionel pulled her closer, a flushing of her cheeks with pink color that was probably noticeable even in this dim lighting. Her chest was against Lionel's, her hands on his upper arms (holyshitdid he have nice arms) and his hands on her waist. He was so long, lean, muscular, that she felt like he could break her in two. She looked up at him as they skated, but in the next second his warmth had left her and he was zooming off again. She ducked her head, moving to follow him quickly. She shot past him, crouching down low, her fingertips out and skimming the floor. She leaped up, then, right after the turn, and brought her knees to her chest. She did a 180, landing backwards and skating backwards again without a problem. She winked at Lionel, trying to copy his... sexy sense of swagger. Heh. Lionel arched an eyebrow and laughed. "Wow." he skated up to her and rested a hand on her hip briefly. "Now that's impressive." He smiled and easily kept pace with her. "So, having fun yet?" He grinned over at her, his hair falling into his eyes a little as he looked down at her. "Having fun skating circles around you? Hell yes," Bryer laughed, reaching up to gently brush his hair out of his eyes. She didn't even think about it when she did it. "I didn't mean to show off or anything," she laughed, bringing her hand back down to her side. "I just know how to move." She winked. Lionel smirked and arched his eyebrows as she skated past. Well then, was demure Bryer actually flirting? He sped up to catch her, desperately wanting to grab her ass.--They spent about an hour and a half at the skate rink, then Lionel whisked Bryer off to their next secret location. They spent a long time talking and skating (and yes, Lionel got to hold her hand during the couples skate) and they actually got to know each other. Bryer listened to him and they shared a lot of interests. It was a lot more fun than Lionel thought it would be.They talked even more in the car, listening to music, fighting over the iPod, practically gushing (though Lionel didn'tgush) about bands they both loved). They eventually made it to a pretty creepy back alley chinese food place and Lionel parked the car. "Looks sketch, but it's honestly the best chinese I've ever eaten." Bryer forgot about everything, being with Lionel. She forgot that he was supposed to be a dick and that she wasn't supposed to like him. But the second the slow song came on, and she decided to be the better person and head off the skate floor, he grabbed her hand. And he smiled thatfuckingsmile at her, and they skated around during the couples' skate. They skated until their feet ached, and they talked and talked andtalkedand Lionel was actually really cool. He liked the same music, they had the same political views, and they shared basic opinions and attitudes about a lot of things. She looked around the sketchy back alley and just smiled. She realized then that she trusted him."No problem. I love Chinese food," She got out of the car, then walked around it to meet him. As they walked along the pier, she took his hand and guided it into her back jeans pocket. "You've earned it," she drawled slowly, her voice low, giving him a look that she had no idea was sultry. She wasn't aware of the devastating effect of her bedroom eyes. When she looked up at him, her breath stuck in her throat.Because she really wanted him to kiss her. Lionel grinned and resisted the urge to grab her ass, he just curved his fingers to follow the natural line of her perfect ass. He smiled to himself and walked up to the window, looking down at Bryer. "Take your time ordering. I got this one." He winked and looked up at the menu, then nodded to himself. "Hi, can I get a pupu platter, a large pork fried rice, a large pork lo mein, an order of general tso's chicken, an order of chicken fingers and an order of hunan pork? And whatever she's having." He nodded down at Bryer. Bryer grinned while Lionel's order list went on and on and on. Her stomach growled a little; all of those sounded like amazing ideas. She leaned over, squinting at the menu. "I'll have the same," she said. "Oh, an a thing of crab rangoons." She paused, stepping backwards like she was done. But then she stepped in front of Lionel again. "Oh - and extra fortune cookies. And... and a bottle of water!" She looked up at Lionel, flushing a little. "Um... thanks..." She said, sticking her thumbs in the front two belt loops of her jeans. Lionel grinned and looked over at Bryer with a shocked expression. "You're gonna eat all that? Dayum, I've never met a girl who... eats." He shook his head a little and payed for the massive amount of food, then stepped back, sliding his hand back into her pocket with a devilish smirk. "We've got a little time to wait." He smiled down at her, catching a whiff of her hair and sighing happily, he loved the smell of shampoo. Bryer just rolled her shoulders in a casual shrug. She laughed a little when Lionel decided to stick his hand back into her pocket. "I love eating," she said. "I work out alot, so I'm constantly starving. I don't get huge portions when I eat at home," she explained as she reached back to unpin her hair, letting it fall in its messy, wavy layers around her face and shoulders. "My mom believes innoteating so that she, my little sister and I, can be trim and pretty and whatever." She shook her head a little, leaning into Lionel's side without really thinking much about it. Mostly for balance, because his hand was in her pocket. "It's stupid. I'm tone and fit, I'm notdelicate. And she calls me a behemoth and a pig because I eat a lot and I have muscle." She laughed weakly. "Oh, sorry. I ramble a lot. That was probably really boring to listen to me whine." She rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. Lionel's eyebrows crashed together as he looked down at Bryer. "That's not fair. You wanna eat, eat all you want. You've got a great body! Whatever you're doing to work out is clearly working, so I say eat as much as you want. I eat constantly, but I run until I can't anymore almost every day, then I work out for an hour or so after that. It's hard work to keep in shape, but it's worth it. i have the right to bear arms." He grinned and lifted up his free arm, flexing his rather impressive bicep. "Careful, the safety's not on." Bryer nodded a little, listening to Lionel's workout routine. It was very similar to hers, and anyway, it showed. For a moment she wondered what kind of beautiful architecture was waiting under that dark green shirt. He lifted his other arm, showing himself off. When he dropped that ridiculous line, she laughed so hard that she snorted an adorable little snort. That only caused her to laugh more, at which point she pressed her fingers to her lips lightly. "There's a line with a little dust on it," she said, rocking her butt back into his hand on accident as she shifted her weight. "Got anything more original for me?" She arched her eyebrow. Lionel laughed and looked up at the night sky, shrugging. "Who knows, I might have some good ones. I'd use one of my favorites, but my hand's already in your ass pocket, so it kinda defeats the purpose." he glanced over at her and smiled lightly. "So, having any fun yet?" He teased cocking his head to the side and pushing his hair behind his ear with his free hand. Bryer shook her head. "I said you could put your hand in my pocket, not keep it there," she said. But she wasn't exactly complaining. His hand was warm; she could feel it even through her jeans. And he wasn't actually grabbing or groping at her ass anyway. It was just resting there, his fingers occasionally moving but not actually pressing. A breeze cam in from the ocean, then, and she wrapped her arms loosely around herself. "It's kinda chilly tonight," she said, goosebumps spreading across her arms. "I didn't bring a jacket." She commented absently, looking out at the water. "But yeah, I'm having a lot of fun. This is awesome," she said. She turned her head, looking up at him. "I've never actually been on a date before," she admitted. "I've never even... had a relationship," she laughed awkwardly, ducking her head and rubbing at the back of her neck. "Or anything, for that matter." Lionel raised his eyebrows at that. "What, really? Never had a boyfriend?" he shook his head. "I don't believe it." When she said she was cold, he pulled his hand out of her pocket and wrapped it around her shoulders, not really thinking about it as he pulled her closer. "I'm glad you're having fun." he smiled down at her, then looked up when the man behind the counter called his name and pointed to the two huge bags of food. Lionel grinned and lead Bryer over, handing her one bag and grabbing the other, then carrying them to the car. "One last stop." he winked and turned the car on.A few minutes later they pulled into the empty parking lot at a local beach. Lionel drove past the lot and right onto the sand, baking the car up so the trunk was pointing out at the water. He looked over at Bryer and winked, then turned off the car, grabbed one of the bags of food and opened the trunk, sitting on the edge. It was a clear night, the moon illuminated the water and sand with a bright white glow. "It's true," she said, quieting for a moment as Lionel's strong arm slid across her shoulders. She smiled a little, reveling in the feeling of being close to him. She tried to push the feelings away. But Lionel was being so nice to her, and he hadn't given her any reason to believe that he would break this mutual thing they had going by being an asshole. Yet. She would wait and see. "Boys can't handle me." She said, then grinned when their food came out. "Holy shit, look at all this." She laughed, taking one of the bags from Lionel."Wow," she said, climbing into the trunk and sitting there with her food in her lap for a minute. She looked out at the moon on the water and the sand for a few moments before she sat cross-legged, opened up her bag and started neatly eating from the containers one at a time. Very orderly. Somehow she didn't drop a speck of food. She chewed with her mouth closed and wiped her lips with a napkin. But she ate alot."I'm impressed," she finally broke their (surprisingly comfortable) silence. "This is the best night I've had in a long time." She admitted. "I'm... look," she sighed, having a little bit of a difficult time. "I'm sorry I judged you so hard. It's just that, your reputation around campus is... pretty intense." She shrugged. "And, let's not pretend here, I know why you asked me out." She cut him a knowing look. "But thanks for being such a... gentleman about it. You're not as much of an ass as I thought. So, yeah, I'm sorry I judged you." Lionel plowed into his food, eating a good deal less neatly than Bryer, but he wasn't a slob either. He efficiently cleared out his boxes, enjoying the silence and the view. He was winding down as Bryer started to speak."I'm glad you had a good time, I did too." He smiled and shrugged, reaching over and taking her hand. "You're a really cool girl. Those people who give you crap are assholes, they don't know what they're missing. Apology accepted." He smiled and leaned back a little setting his food aside. "I still can't believe you've never been on a date before." He shook his head, looking incredulous. "You're way too good-looking, are you sure you've never been asked out? not one date?" Bryer had saved her leftovers in the bag and set it in the corner of the trunk behind them when Lionel grabbed her hand. She turned quickly, looking down at their hands because she wasn't sure if it was even happening. He didn't seem like to type to do that. But she let him. Her eyes slowly lifted to his face, and his penetrating green eyes she could make out even in the dark. They were really intense. "Thanks. But I think you're just kissing my ass." She smirked, her other hand in her lap and fidgeting with the inner seam of her jeans. "And no. Not one date." She said. "Not one kiss, either." She added. She wasn't sure why she did, because she knew what she was implying. Lionel's eyebrows shot up at that. "Now I know you're just yanking my chain. Not one kiss?" he shook his head. "No way..." he laughed and glanced out at the ocean. "So I'm the first guy to.." he let his sentence trail off as he slowly pushed a bit of hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers to the back of her neck, tipping her head up and leaning in slowly. He was giving her ample time to push him away if she wanted, his lips slowly touched hers, a gentle kiss and nothing more. He pulled away with a small smile. "Do that?" Bryer felt a little self-conscious, like being so inexperienced at nineteen was a bad thing. She shrugged glancing away from him for a minute. She shook her head. "Really. Is that...?" She was going to ask him if it was weird, but his sentence trailed off, and his warm hand touched her face. She looked upat him, shivering a little when his fingers so softly trailed the back of her neck, then tipped her chin up. She licked her lips a little, just to make sure they weren't totally dry. When he kissed her, a little jolt slithered down through her tummy. That wasn't what she thought it would be. It was a lot better, for one thing, than she imagined."Yeah," she said quietly. "You'd be the first to do... that." She whispered, unable to look away from his handsome face. Lionel smirked a little and nodded. "And I'll be the second, too..." he leaned in again and kissed her a little more deeply, taking his time exploring her lips before he pulled away for a moment, then leaned in again, kissing her slowly and thoroughly, his other hand resting on her hip as he shifted a little closer. Her lips were so soft and she was so damn passive, it was intoxicating. At first, Bryer was motionless because she didn't know what to do. He kissed her again, and his mouth was so warm and insistent. It made her feel warmer inside, to actually be wanted like this. As he moved closer to her, his hand on her hip, she gave in to the feeling. Her eyes closed, and she pulled her knees up so that he could get closer to her. Her arms slid around his neck, resting on his shoulders. She mimicked the slow, exploratory movements of his mouth, kissing back with a gentle curiosity. Her fingers cautiously sifted through his hair, fingers dragging softly against his scalp. She liked the feeling, and she held him closer, more actively participating. Lionel sighed happily into the kiss as she started to move with him. He loved the way she played with his hair and how cautious she was. He continued to slowly explore her lips, then got a little impatient and slowly pressed his tongue into her mouth. He didn't push it too far, he mostly introduced the idea, praying she'd play along, he was dying to taste her more. Her skin was soft and warm, she was so damn virginal, he could already feel a boner kicking up in his jeans. Bryer thought she was getting drunk on him. He tastedreallygood, not exactly what she expected kissing anyone would taste like. She angled her head to the right so that they could kiss deeper. When he pressed his tongue into her mouth, she fumbled a little, her mouth clumsy against the corner of his. It was a foreign concept to her. But she just turned her head again, her movements slow, and tried again. She swept her tongue gently over his, feeling a warm little spark happening between her legs. She sighed a little through her nose in pleasure, this time finding the rhythm of their mouths and pressing her tongue against his again as they kissed. She liked this, a lot, and definitely didn't feel like stopping anytime soon. Lionel sighed happily again. It took her a moment, but she'd gotten it anddamncould she kiss. He was seriously impressed with her ability, for a first-timer that was. He made sure she was fully warmed up to the heavier kissing before he pressed a little further, shifting them so she was laying back on the flood of the trunk and he was perched over her. He held his weight up on his arms on either side of her torso, not pressing their hips together at all. He angled his head a little and dove into the kiss a bit deeper. When Lionel shifted them, Bryer let out a nervous breath. She looked up at him, her hair splayed out around her head and moonlit like a halo. Her hands were resting on his upper arms, just grazing the skin there gently. She stared at him for a moment, her heart rate damn well through the roof; she could feel it in her throat. She bent her knees up so that she'd be more comfortable; she was laying with one knee between his legs. Her thigh was nestled right near his crotch, snug between his thighs, so close to grinding against his dick, but she was too preoccupied with kissing him to notice. More confidently she kissed him back, her fingers sifting purposefully back through his hair and to the back of his neck. One of her hands slid around to hold his face, just exploring him. Lionel sighed darkly and pressed into the kiss, so tempted to grind down against her knee, but just barely polite enough to know that would be too much for her first time. One of his hands moved from the floor to her hip, his fingertips slipping under the fabric of her top and caressing the skin there gently, before moving up a little. He was going to take this slowly and let her kind of set the pace, seeing as it was her first time and he didn't want to spook her too badly. When Lionel's fingers caressed the skin over her hip, she flinched and giggled against his mouth. "Sorry," she whispered, somehow not put off by the fact at all. She was incredibly turned on, her body's desires sort of taking the wheel over her reason. "I'm ticklish. Feels... it feels good, though." She whispered, tipping her face up to kiss him again. And then again, and then one more time. She couldn't get enough. "Can I..." she looked a little nervous, scared to ask for what she wanted. She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging lamely at it. "I wanna... um, touch you." She meant under his shirt; she didn't really get the more common implication of 'I want to touch you'. But she'd been wondering about what his chest would feel like. Lionel grinned against her mouth and nodded. "Sorry, yeah." He nodded and sat back slightly, pulling his shirt off over his head and caging his body over hers again. He resumed their kiss, his hand slowly trailing up her torso, his fingertips taking their time exploring the lightly muscled plane of her abdomen, on his way towards his ultimate goal, the girls. He'd wanted to feel her breasts for so long, he was practically dying with anticipation. His fingers hit her bra and he paused, looking down at her and dialing back the kissing a bit. He couldn't remember being this gentlemanly in a long time. She didn't expect Lionel to pull his shirt off. She looked him up and down, the moonlight dragging shadows along the hard ridges of his muscled torso. Cautiously her hands lifted off the floor and pressed palm-flat against his chest. "Wow," she breathed, her fingers tracing every muscle she could reach. "This shouldn't even be real," she laughed a little, her hands on his pecs, thumbs brushing over his nipples and fingertips dancing along his collarbones. He had the sexiest hips she'd ever... damn. He looked like the models in the posters outside Abercrombie. She didn't stop staring, touching, her hands roving over him again and again and more feverishly as they kissed. She felt like she was possessed, but she liked what was taking her. She hardly realized where his hands were until he slowed their frenzied makeout."You can," she said slowly, looking up into his eyes. "If you want to." Lionel loved the way she explored his body like she couldn't believe it was real. He sighed happily when her thumbs flicked over his nipples, one of his few sensitive points. When she gave him the go-ahead to touch her breasts, he smiled and nodded, pressing back into the kiss flawlessly and slowly cupping his hands over her perfect b-cups. He spent some time massaging them over her bra before he went in for a little more, his hand reaching back and efficiently undoing her bra before sliding back under the fabric and gently gripping the soft flesh. He sighed happily again and lowered some of his weight onto his hips, pressing them into hers a little as his other hand moved up to caress the other breast. They were warm and soft and the perfect size, he could feel her rapid heartbeat against his palm as he slowly caressed them. After a few happy minutes of that, he upped the ante again and flicked his thumb over her nipple, feeling get harder as he toyed with it. Damn. Bryer tried to focus on their kissing, but the hands expertly massaging her breasts over her bra were just too good. She could tell he was easing her into it. Part of her was grateful, but a smaller, deeper part of her just wanted him to get on with in. He undid her bra easy-as-you-please, without even trying. She puled her arms in so that it would slide down them easier. She inhaled softly when he touched her bare breasts, his hands so warm and softer than she expected them to be. When he flicked her nipple, though, her back arched and her breath caught in a gasp. At that point, he pressed his hips into hers. She felt something pressed into her crotch, something hard and huge and... definitely not a cell phone or a roll of quarters. She froze up a little, pulling away from their kiss, absolutely breathless. She had to throw on the brakes."Lionel," she panted, her face flushed. "I think we should stop." Lionel pulled away slowly, almost regretfully. "You sure?" He really wanted to continue, though he was aware that he wasn't going to get sex tonight. She looked pretty resolute in her decision to stop things there, and that was a problem for Lionel's half hard dick. Fuckin' blue balls. He sighed and slowly removed his hands from under her shirt. "Okay.. If that's what you want." He cleared his throat and grabbed his shirt, pulling it on and sitting up. "I guess I should get you home, shouldn't I?" He was going to have to beat off when he got home at this rate, she was still turning him on like crazy. Bryer sat up slowly, reaching behind her to clasp her bra again. She straightened it, and then her shirt. She nodded softly, running her hands back through her hair to make it neater. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket to check the time. "Yeah. It's nine thirty anyway." She said. She sat there for a moment, then got up on her knees and kissed Lionel's cheek. She smiled. "Thanks." She said, and slid out of the trunk with her leftover Chinese food and walked around to the passenger's seat. She was shaking a little, her adrenaline was still lingering. She felt wet in her panties. She buckled her seat belt, trying to slow her breathing. That was... wow. Lionel was really something. Lionel took a moment to compose himself, then climbed back into the driver's seat and pulled away from the beach, heading back for Bryer's house. He turned on his iPod and quietly listened to music, chatting a little with Bryer during the quick drive. He pulled up in front of her house and sighed, looking over at her with a smile. "Well, I had a lot of fun." He touched her hand, then leaned in and kissed her gently. "We'll have to plan a second date soon." He winked. Bryer laughed a lot, chatting with Lionel on the drive home. She felt kind of nauseous, her stomach turning around in all kinds of knots, until they ulled up to the front of her huge mansion. She looked out the window, but he attention was redirected when Lionel touched her hand again. She smiled, then, because she anticipated it that time. When he kissed her, she lifted a hand to his face and returned it deeply. One kiss turned into several very long kisses, and when she finally pulled away she still regretted doing so. "Yeah?" She asked. "I'd like that. But you don't have to actually take me out. We can just hang out, if you want. Maybe at your house, because mine is usually... well..." she made a weird encompassing gesture. "Not fun." Lionel grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a plan. We'll do dinner and hang out." He kissed her cheek and leaned back into his seat. "Now get going before your dad comes out with a shotgun and tries to blow my nuts off." he winked and put his seat belt back on as he settled in his own seat. "I'll see you soon. You have my number, right? Text me a time and date that's good for you so we can do dinner." Bryer laughed, nodding emphatically. "Yeah, okay." She said. "Bye. And, um, thanks again." She said. She slipped out of the car and hurried up the stairs and into the house. She called out that she was home, but no one answered. She leaned back against the closed front door, setting her bag of food on the table beside it. She sighed deeply, running her fingers back through her hair. After a minute or two in the silence, she felt happiness and butterflies bursting up inside her. So she laughed, spun around, danced and hopped around the room on her toes. Giggling, jumping, spinning. She swung herself into the next room, heading for the stairs, and collided with Luke."Ah! Sorry," she smiled."No problem. Why are you shrieking and jumping?" He smirked."Shut up, I wasn't." She said."Your date went well, then? I don't have to cut his dick off?"Bryer grinned, shaking her head. She spun out of Luke's grip, and danced and hummed her way upstairs.~She saw Lionel a few more times in school. She said hi to him, and they got to chat a little. He even went to the library with her once. But, yeah, she got really busy. But when her Dad said she could go over to his house, and even extended her curfew to midnight, she got so excited. She let Lionel know, and he said he would come and pick her up at seven. So she waited in the living room again, really excited. She wore strappy brown sandals and a casual dress ( that hugged her curves (and, okay, dipped a little low in front). She'd done her nails and straightened her hair, and she thought she looked really pretty. She hoped Lionel would think so, too. Lionel had to beat off not once but four times that night. The fourth time he found himself in a cold shower, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration, he couldn't get her out of his head. The few times they ran into each other at school were nice, Lionel honestly enjoyed talking to her and was pretty pumped for this date. He was planning on getting a little further with her, somewhere hopefully involving a good deal more nudity...He pulled up in front of her house, one again clad in jeans (these ones were black and skinny) and a dark blue tee shirt with a gray cargo jacket on top against the dampness of the day. He tugged a hand through his hair as he rang the bell, humming lightly to himself, trying to not fidget. This time, Bryer went right to the door. "Bye, Dad! I'm going to Lionel's!" She called, opening up the front door and grinning like a lovestruck schoolgirl when she saw Lionel. She tried to dial it back, really, she did. But she'd been so excited to see him. "Hi," she said, shrugging on a black Northface and slinging her purse over one shoulder. "My Dad said I can stay out until midnight." She said, stepping out onto the porch and shutting the door behind her. "Thanks for coming to pick me up." She said. Lionel had to be honest, he was a little floored by Bryer. "Damn... Well don't I feel under dressed..." He looked Bryer up and down appreciatively and took her hand, leading her down to the jeep. "No problemo, I'd be a pretty bad date if I didn't pick my fair damsel up and transport her to the classy diner where we shall be partaking in dinner." He slid into the drivers seat and pulled away from her house. "So, dinner then a movie at my place?" Lionel didn't intend to get much movie watching done. "You're not underdressed, you look great. You can look sexy in anything." She said, letting him lead her to the jeep. "Sounds good," Bryer said, reluctantly letting go of Lionel's hand when they got in the car. Holy hell, where did the Lionel she knew get to? He was opening doors for her, holding her hand, shit like that. She buckled herself in, then snatched up Lionel's iPod and started to look through it. "What movie? Can it be something really action-y but with sexy men in it? Or women. Preferably something with Rachel McAdams. She grinned, scrolling through Lionel's list of music. Lionel laughed and nodded. "I think I have the perfect movie in mind then." He grinned at the way she just snatched up his iPod and started going through it. She was pretty funny, it was weird that she was so quiet around everyone else.--Dinner was great, they went to a cheap but good diner and ate their hearts out. They laughed and talked and goofed around and probably pissed off the wait staff. When they were done, Lionel once again footed the bill and brought Bryer back to his place in Lakeshore. By then it had started to rain pretty badly, so he held his coat over them and they ran from the car into the house.The only lights on in the place were over the breakfast bar where Lionel dropped his keys. "Come on, we can watch it in my room, that way we won't be bothered if my dumbshit brother walks in." He rolled his eyes and lead her up the stairs and down the hall to his room. "It's a bit of a mess, but uh.. It's.. Well yeah." He opened the door and turned on the light. Most of the mess was comprised of clothing all over the floor, shirts, jeans, sweaters, but there were also two guitars, one acoustic and the other electric, a bass rested on the bed and another electric guitar hung on the wall. There were posters and photographs all over the walls, his desk was cluttered with books and papers, a top-of-the-line macbook pro rested on top of the mess. A widescreen TV sat on top of his dresser, across from his bed."Uh, welcome to the cave, I guess.... Here..." He put the bass back into its wall holder and shoved some books and clothes onto the floor, then gestured to Bryer to take a seat and turned on the TV, putting in the DVD and sitting on the bed with her. The start menu for Sherlock Holmes popped up on the screen and he smiled over at Bryer. "Yes?" Bryer was pretty excited to be going to Lionel's house. It was really nice, especially in Lakeshore, a place she hadn't been very often. She smiled when they got into his room and he shut the door behind them. "You're messy," she commented, immediately taking in the entire room. She didn't seem put off by it at all, just kind of teasing. "Sick bass," she said, watching him return it to its holder on the wall. This place was really nice. It smelled thickly of Lionel, and she liked that smell. "You take pictures?" She asked, kneeling on the bed after she took off her shoes and looking at the photos on the wall.When he joined her on the bed, she sat down with her legs tugged under her in a ladylike sitting position, relaxing back against the headboard. "I love this movie!" She laughed, leaning against his shoulder. "Great pick, it's so great. I would bone Robert Downey, Jr." She said. Lionel looked over his shoulder at the photos taped haphazardly on the wall over his headboard. "Uh, yeah, a little." He shrugged and casually draped his arm around her when she pressed close. "Oh god, I would do terrible things to him. I bet he has a great cock..." He sighed happily. "Jude Law too, they're both so fucking hot." He grunted happily. "Imagine a threesome with them... Ugh, I have to stop myself, gonna get hot and bothered at this rate." he laughed and turned up the volume a little. "Such a badass..." Bryer just grinned stupidly at him. Ah, so the rumors were true. It didn't bother her actually - it was kind of hot to think about. She laughed, shaking her head a little as he went on his rant. "Yeah, I definitely share those passionate sentiments," she said, resting her head on his shoulder as the movie started. She was really into it at first, commenting exuberantly with Lionel on how fucking badass the whole movie was. After a while, though, they quieted down, and the plot got really involved. Bryer's eyes were on the screen, but she was thinking about how warm Lionel was next to her, and her mind wandered back to last Saturday night in his jeep on the beach. Usually Lionel wanted to kill other people when he watched movies with them, but he as having a blast with Bryer. Thank god she wasn't an ass about the fact that he'd slept with almost as many men as women in his life. They eventually quieted and Lionel became a little distracted by the smell of Bryer's shampoo and perfume, the way her skin felt against his and the soft material of her dress. It was a pretty dress, but he was of the opinion that it would look far better on the floor next to his bed. He chuckled quietly when Rachel McAdams tied RDJ onto the bed. "Ugh, move that pillow just a little.... That's happened the me, y'know..." he winked down at Bryer, then pushed a stray lock of hair off her lips. "It's... Interesting..." he was a little lost in thought as he bent down to kiss her. "This, however, is far more interesting..." He trailed off and pressed their lips together slowly. "I'm calling shenanigans," Bryer laughed, turning to face Lionel. "That's definitely never happened to... you..." she trailed off a little, suddenly forgetting what she was going to say as soon as Lionel touched her face. He had the same look in his eyes that he did when they were at the beach that night, and it made her lower stomach turn over and over. She waited patiently for him to tip his head down, accepting his gentle kiss. She inhaled deeply through her nose, her eyes falling shut as she sank into the feeling of his beautiful mouth on hers. She didn't hesitate to hiss back this time, turning her body towards his. She figured he would be just as gentlemanly about everything as he had been last time. She figured she would let him touch her breasts again, but nothing else. Still, just the thought excited her. Lionel sighed happily at her immediate reaction to the kiss. He swiftly deepened it, pressing his tongue into her mouth, his hands sliding up her thighs and under her dress, completely avoiding her crotch, but settling on her hips for the moment. He loved the way she tasted, how warm her mouth was and he could not get over how damn soft her skin was. Maybe it was because the last person he'd slept with had been a guy and they tended to be a little less soft... He could care less about that guy, right now he had a damn fine girl in his arms and he fully intended to make her feel fucking spectacular by the end of the night.He slowly pulled away from her lips and began to kiss down her neck, then worked his way back up and nipped gently behind her ear before claiming her lips again, a little more fiercely this time. His hands left their perch on her hips and slid up her torso, feeling out her muscles and resting on her bra again, silently asking permission. Bryer stiffened a little as soon as his hands slid up her dress, but she relaxed when he steered clear of her crotch. Okay, that was fine. Her dress was bunched up over his arms, over her bellybutton right now, and it would just make the most sense to have it off. And there was a thrumming, hot and damp, between her legs that she couldn't ignore. It was making her head swim, making her think of doing crazy things. So, on a burst of adrenaline, she got up on her knees in front of Lionel, only a little taller than him sitting. She hesitantly gripped the hem of her dress and pulled up, pulling the soft material up over her head. She dropped it off the side of the bed and just stared quietly, letting Lionel get a look at her in her bra and underwear. They were both a very plain and simple pristine white against her pale skin, toned and petite body. She was really nervous. She wasn't sure she was as beautiful as he thought. Lionel inhaled a sharp, expectant breath when Bryer pulled away and slowly tugged her dress over her head. He stared at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her body with careful attention to detail. "Wow." he whispered after a moment, leaning in and kissing her gently before pulling away and pulling off his shirt, figuring she'd be a little more comfortable if he was half naked as well. He smirked playfully, flexing a little, showing off his tattooed arm and hip, then scooted closer to her and pulled her into a firm kiss as his hands easily unclasped her bra. He didn't immediately pull it away, but looked up at her to make sure it was okay, he really didn't want to scare her off when things were getting so good. He felt a semi kick up in his jeans again and really wanted to be rid of them. Bryer relaxed when his eyes roved over her body, and he whispered his aw at her. She smiled when he pulled off his shirt, making her relax by playfully flexing his muscles for her. Her eyes found the tattoos as he scooted closer. Her fingertips traced them gently. She really liked them, she decided, and she was happy to be able to see his sexy body in the light like this. Her hands mapped his arms, torso and sides out. "You're... so sexy..." she breathed, then laughed awkwardly because she wasn't used to saying things like that. She kissed him gently, just breathing him in, and didn't make any move to stop him as his fingers unclasped her bra. Her eyes found his and she nodded cutely, her hands on his shoulders. She was possessed suddenly by the desire for him to see her, and want her. She wanted him to think she was beautiful. She wantedsomeoneto think she was beautiful. Lionel smiled and nodded, sliding the fabric off her arms and tossed it away with her dress. He sat back a little and took in her breasts for a moment, sighing happily as he reached up to slowly massage them, caressing the soft flesh and thumbing over her nipples slowly. "Damn girl... You've got a beautiful body..." He smiled and rested his hands on either side of her face, pulling her into a fierce kiss for a long moment, then his hands trailed back down to her breasts, unable to stay away. "Fucking... God, these are perfect..." he muttered against her lips, kissing down her neck again, this time not stopping and working his way back up. He nosed under her chin and gently dragged his teeth down the collum of her throat, licking and nipping along her collarbones, then kissing down the valley between her breasts. He paused there, sighing happily and taking in the warm, soft skin on his face before pressing on and slowly closing his lips around one of her swollen nipples, sucking on it for a moment before nipping gently and soothing it with his tongue. Bryer was so fuckng hot right now; Lionel was making her wetter by the second. She had to hold onto his shoulders in fear that he would make her fall over if she didn't. He was sod eft with her, so deliberate and thorough and focused on her whole body, not just the genitalia. Her skin was hot, her eyes dilated with lust. She was panting and keening, unable to get control of herself. She loved every little bit of what he was doing. She'd never been wanted like this, had never had anyone pay such meticulous attention to her body. She tipped her head back when Lionel's lips closed around her pert nipple, her back arching suddenly as a short, sexy moan left her lips. She didn't even think she was capable of making that sound. "Oh... Lionel..." she whispered, watching him suck and lick at her breast.Thatwas too much. It made her whimper. "You like that?" He whispered, then went back to work on her nipple, making sure it was nice and damp from his mouth before pulling away and blowing on it a little teasing her as he shifted over to the other nipple, sucking, nipping and licking at it in much the same fashion as the first. He loved breasts, loved nipples, really loved sex. At this rate, they were going to get a lot of great stuff done tonight, he really wanted to taste all of her. "Yes," she gasped, her eyes closing and her full lips parting in a sexy expression of pleasure. She hissed in a breath as he blew on her saliva-moistened nipple, moaning harder as he continued to ravish her senseless. She realized that she couldn't keep a hold on her rational mind while he was driving her absolutely insane like this. "Oh, god," she murmured, clenching her thighs. The crotch of her panties was soaked, completely damp, and she felt like her whole core was throbbing. All of her body ached to be touched. She arched her back, pressing her body against his in desperation. Lionel sighed happily and kissed down her writhing torso, so insanely turned on by her reactions. He had to pause so he could unzip his jeans and kick them off, he sighed in relief as his cock was freed a little, though it was still straining against his boxer briefs. He picked up where he'd left off, pushing Bryer onto her back and settling between her legs and kissing, licking and biting his way down her torso, dipping his tongue into her navel and pausing when he hit the waist of her panties. A pleasant aroma wafted up into his nose and he could tell just from being near it that the crotch of her panties was completely soaked. He looked up at her, his eyes asking for permission as his hands rested on her hips, waiting to remove the last bit of her clothing if she said he could. Bryer watched, mesmerized, as Lionel kicked his skinny jeans off. The first thing she noticed was the bulge in his boxer briefs. She didn't get a good chance to look at it, really, but from what she could tell it was really, really big. But then she was on her back, and Lionel's hands and lips and teeth were all over her and all she was trying to do was stay still. Her arms were up by her hair, and she just watched him explore her body while her heart rate rose. She didn't answer right away, but she knew what he wanted to do. Her brain tried to scream no, no, that's not okay, through the heady fog of lust. It didn't work. She licked her lip, her eyes searching his, before she nodded very slightly. She almost stopped breathing. Lionel sat patiently and waited for her to give him the go-ahead. When she nodded, he smiled and nodded as well, but didn't remove her underwear immediately, instead, he slowly shifted so his face was level with her crotch and he scooted closer, licking a long, firm trail up the crotch of her underwear, hoping to tease her a little. He trailed his fingers up where his tongue had just been, then dipped them under the waistband and slowly pushing the fabric away from her, tugging them off her legs and tossing them on the floor. He sighed happily and stared for a while, a soft smile on his face."Damn, you have a beautiful vag, darling.." He smiled and leaned in close, teasing her with his tongue a little, just barely touching her. He only submitted her to a few seconds of this before he slowly pressed his tongue in a little more firmly, moaning darkly at the taste, he could never get over how amazing it was. He slowly swirled his tongue around, avoiding her clit for the moment, just enjoying exploring and teasing her. Bryer's entire body was rigid. One hand was curled in her own hair, and the other like claws in the bed covers by her hip. Her eyes were closed, face scrunched up as she tried to stay still. She flinched when Lionel licked her through her underwear. She swallowed tightly, holding her breath a little as he pulled her underwear off. She didn't know what to expect, and she was so nervous that her legs were trembling as she spread them open for Lionel. She felt his breath on her skin down there, and her eyes snapped open as his tongue started to tease her pussy. She bit her lip to stifle a hard whimper, and she tipped her head down a little to gape at him. His tongue felt so good, just inside the lips and making her whole body tingle in anticipation. She felt so vulnerable, spread wide open just for him. "More," she whispered, her voice pleading. Lionel chuckled lightly and nodded. He wasn't going to go right for the gold just yet, he wanted to explore a little bit. He pressed a little deeper, his tongue moving in long, slow and firm strokes, then would shift to shorter, more rapid and fierce flicking inside her. She tasted incredible and she reacted like no one else ever had. He gave up on trying to tease her and hunted around a little, finding her clit fairly easily. "Take a deep breath, nice and slow..." He warned, not wanting her to explode or anything. "Keep your legs open, please, I'd rather not have my skull cracked like a walnut between your knees." He joked, then slowly ran his tongue over her clit, his heart pounding with excitement, waiting for her reaction. As Lionel explored her wet pussy, Bryer began to relax. It felt so good, so warm, gave her such pleasant feelings that rumbled from head to toe. She didn't think this was so bad. Actually, she really liked it, especially when his tongue circled her entrance. She had the urge to beg him to thrust his tongue as deep inside her as it could go, but she remained still and said nothing until he spoke to her first. She arched an eyebrow, obviously confused. "What are you talking ah -ahh!" Her mouth fell open in a loud, long and sharp moan. Pleasure lanced through her like a lightning bolt, making her body spasm, her hips pushing against his mouth. "Oh - oh, god," she panted, closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath. "That. Please, please keep doingthat." Lionel grinned and repeated his actions, not letting up, his tongue flicking over Bryer's clit over and over and over until he wasn't sure ifhecould handle it. He moaned and glanced up at her, sliding his tongue as deep into her as he could get it, then resuming his worshiping of her clit. After a few moments of this, he slowly pressed a finger inside her, not going very far, just letting her get used to the idea, perfectly okay with removing it of that was what she wanted. Bryer had her head tipped back, mouth open, moaning loudly and desperately. Oh god, oh holy shit, Lionel was driving her out of her fuckingmind. She was grinding her hips into his face, clawing at the sheets, spreading her legs wider. "Ohhh, oh fuckshitfuckthat feelssogood," she was practically sobbing in pleasure. Her back arched and she gasped sharply when Lionel thrust his tongue inside her. The finger felt a little tight, but not bad at all "Ahh... nnh, oh my god..." Lionel sighed happily, glad that she was reacting so well. He pressed his finger inside her a little more, reaching over to his bedside table with his free hand and grabbing his half used bottle of lube, then removed his finger, put a touch of lube on it just to make sure she was as comfortable as she could be. Lionel wasn't a total ass and understood that this was her first time, he was going to make it fucking memorable. He slowly pressed the lubed finger back inside her, all the while his tongue explored inside her, occasionally pulling away and biting and kissing at her thighs before tracing her entrance, then thrusting inside her and pulling out a little to flick against her clit rapidly. Bryer tried to force herself to be still just so that she could take in all of the feelings. Her legs were shaking, fists curled in the bed covers. She was panting and whimpering and writhing, hips bucking every time Lionel's tongue brushed her clit. Lionel had long, big fingers, and she was so tight inside that it hurt a little bit. It was a good kind of hurt though, a discomforting sting, but then his tongue was on her clit again and she didn't even care about the finger. Her back arched higher, she groaned darkly, her fingers curling in Lionel's hair and pressing his face into her. "Oh god, Lionel,ahh..." Lionel grinned and pulled away a little to catch his breath. He looked up at her, his green eyes piercing in the dark, then went back to work, his finger slowly pushing inside her a little more. He paused when he felt resistance, then remembered that Bryer was still a virgin and pulled his finger back a little. He sighed happily and continued to flick his tongue against her clit and tease her.

So Much Love (dietJESUS and jennybear218)

The New Old South [RipTide & Deli]

( the late 1800s, the United States were evolving. On its way to becoming the most powerful country in the world. New immigrants arrived by the boat-load. Thriving outposts grew into towns. Railroad tracks, improved transport and communication, spread out across the land like metal tentacles – harbingers of civilisation. Civilisation advanced rapidly into the huge, wild and lawless west. The government’s strenuous hold over the untamed wilderness had made this ever-shifting frontier a haven for those seeking to run from the pressures of a civilised life… or the law. But that was all changing.It was a pivotal moment in history, when the age of outlaws was ending and a modern world was being born. From harsh mountain trails and dense forests, to dank swamplands and sweeping deserts, rugged livestock towns to modernising cities, the West was a dangerous and rough place – as brutal as it was potentially profitable. And it teemed with adventurers, wanderers, fortune-seekers and all manner of human detritus spilling out into the country after the Civil War.This, at least, was the reality of up and coming turn-of-the-century-life. Yet, time had somehow stood still in the south.A raucous, rough-and-tumble town in the State of Lemoyne, Plesance’s livestock auctions and plantation fairs attracted traders, ranchers, cowboys, gamblers, outlaws, and prostitutes from far and wide, all looking to make some money, raise some hell, and have a good time. Others passed through on their way to the western frontier from the city of St. Denis, the state capital. Whilst prim and proper on the surface, tension and corruption ran deep in the Southern town of Plesance, which for years had been caught in the crossfire between the Lelierres of Belle Manor and the McBrandels of Robard Hall, two old plantation families locked in a bitter feud stretching back generations.Respectively of French and Scottish stock, the two families settled in Red Meadows County in the late 1700s. By the dawn of the 19th century they each possessed a bustling plantation business largely worked by slaves. Marriage between the two plantation houses was not uncommon (a fact either family would rather forget). In 1806, a Lelierre gave the location of a significant sum of gold to her McBrandel lover. With her permission, he stole this gold from the Lelierres, and subsequently stole some more gold from his own family. A portion they held for themselves, the other they gave away in order to fund the abolition of slavery. Both lovers disappeared, fearing prosecution by their own relatives. Believing that the other stole their treasure, the two families became locked in a vicious blood feud. The end of the civil war in 1865 finally spelled disaster for both. The abolition of slavery, defeat in the war and loss of investment and gold practically bankrupted their businesses overnight.However similarly damaged, their adversity seems only to have galvanised the animosity between the Lelierres and McBrandels.( man came riding down the track on horseback, with a pack-mule tethered behind. The beast was burdened with a spade and a collection of what appeared to be waist-high posts tied together. It had rained that late autumn morning, and red mud which had helped name Red Meadows still caked the spade’s stunted blade. A few workers were out in the field, as the sun made temperatures rise.Broad shoulders were slumped down. Though his posture spoke of exertion due to manual labour, it was clear the man was an expert rider. Indeed, the majority of his waking life had been spent in the saddle or around horses. He had brown hair flowing to his shoulders from beneath a wide-brimmed top-pinched hat, often falling in front of a set of cold grey eyes in a slightly lined, weather-beaten face. Years of wandering the earth and warring with creatures human or animal had melted away from brain, soul and body all that was not iron and whalebone. Like steel wrought and twisted in the smith’s hand, life had tempered him in the hottest of its fires. Having survived the crucible of the Civil War, this man had been living rough, living off the land. Though forgotten by many in Plesance, there was no mistaking one of their own had returned. Unknown to most of them, he had been part of a band who had stolen what they had needed from homesteaders and farmers. A band who had insisted in carrying on the fight. A band who had venerated knife and fist and gun. But no more.Dressed in a classic shirt with two buttoned breast pockets and a sharp straight point collar. It was made from a breathable type of cotton, but showed signs of perspiration nonetheless. Over it, he wore an ochre buckskin vest, lacking pockets, shawl lapel but with finished off brass buttons. Pistols and a blade hung from his belt. This late in the afternoon the air was humid and hot, even in autumn. Too hot for the hard-wearing coat featuring thick machine sewn fabric and reinforced collar Hannock had worn north of the Grizzlies.Hannock McBrandel had considered his actions carefully. Like the roots of the live oaks lining the entranceways of their estates, the Lelierre-McBrandel feud went deep. There had been deaths in the past. Nevertheless, he came leisurely riding up the gravel-strewn driveway of Belle Manor. After making the decision of returning home, and leaving what had remained of the Lemoyne Riders, he had intended to inconspicuously slip into Robard Hall. However, his route of approach brought him along the road which ran along the border of the family estate. It was there that he had noticed the border posts were not in the right place. Keen of memory, and quick of temper, he soon found himself spading and digging up the mis-placed posts. They distinctly belonged on the other side of the treeline, and Hannock had recognised it as a cheap trick to steal land.His ride all the way up the canopied allée toward the gateway had been uneventful, but there he was challenged by a guard who demanded to know what business he had coming over unannounced.“I am returning something o’ yours.” A gravelly voice, laden with authority, for Hannock McBrandel had ended the war a cavalry lieutenant. It crushed the silence into pulp. His speech was mildly spiced with the southern country twang, and a smidgen of Highlander coarseness. After all, his family name was McBrandel, the bearers of which had emigrated from the Old World.The guard which had stopped him tried to stare him down, but instead had to give way when Hannock urged on his mount. The man took off on a trod, disappearing into the great house by way of a side door. Forging on, he hitched his Kentucky Saddler within range of the trough. Having dismounted, Hannock placed his hands in his hips and took in the imposing manor. The architecture was of Greek Revival design, with the mansion having a square floor plan, organised around a central hall which ran from the front to the rear on both floors. The spacious rooms featured high ceilings and large windows, while the exterior was sported a free-standing colonnade of twenty-eight Doric columns on all four sides that corresponded to the number of live oak trees in the allée. These magnificent trees were a common feature of antebellum mansions of the Lemoyne River Valley and clearly referenced the Lelierres illustrious heritage.Constructed of bricks made on the site, Hannock saw the walls were finished with stucco on the exterior and painted white to resemble marble, and he knew the interior was plastered. The roof was made of slate and showed four dormers, one on each side of the hipped roof.He blew out some air, puffing out his bearded cheeks as he took in all the wealth on display. It had been a while since he had last lain eyes upon this much luxury. Then, grunting, he set about unloading the dug-up posts from his pack-animal. Until he heard the cocking of a rifle, that is. Slowly, deliberately he turned having already shouldered a trio of posts.“That’s no way to treat a feller who has done a fair day’s work.” ( was expected of a woman in her mid-twenties to be a number of things; well-learned, soft-spoken, talented, and dutifully devoted to her husband should she be fortunate enough to marry. That was the end goal for most of them, after all. What more was there to life if not to settle down, start a family, or worry over which dinner dress complimented their complexion and figure best, without giving the wrong impression?As the oldest kin of Jackson Lellierre that wasn't deceased or incarcerated, Agnes Rose Lellierre had far more to worry about than books, painting pretty landscapes, and vapid dinner parties even if it had once been the exact gentile sort of life she'd desired. She'd been young then, still convinced that romance and true love were attainable, and perhaps then they had been before the war; before all but the youngest boys and most decrepit men had been shipped out of town to fight.The shift had rocked Plesance seemingly overnight, and suddenly there was no one to fawn over or flirt with. Every store front, every bartender, everyone she passed in the streets was a woman trying to fill some man's shoes to try and keep the wheels turning. The only men she saw in those years were either lifeless corpses or close to it. Indeed, the war had changed more than just the men that enlisted, a fact which was tragic in itself. However, it turned hopeless young girls into women. It opened their eyes to what was life without men, and in some cases things were harder, but altogether more peaceful. Despite having grown up used to a life of comfort, Agnes grew to prefer it that way.For the first time, Agnes--or Nessie by those who were close to her--had learned to rely on herself, and with it came a confidence that might have initially seemed untoward. It was not altogether unexpected for a Lellierre, but most were shocked to learn that the sweet girl who had once dazzled at her debutante ball was now ruthless and foul-mouthed with a habit of indulging quite heavily in some not-so virtuous behavior. As the proprietor of all ongoing family operations, however, not only were there moments of great pressure and stress which required some sort of distraction, but each decision that fell to her had a tendency to test and bend her morals. Over time, they became more flexible, giving way to questionable judgements and even more questionable methods, but Nessie would rather die than let the Lellierre name crumble to dust.A bit of rest and relaxation time was not completely overlooked, however, and when she did find a spare block of time in which she could unwind, Nessie savored it. She longed for these isolated moments, and provided strict instructions to never be bothered unless it was an urgent matter. Unfortunately for Nessie, those seemed to be popping up more and more."Miss Nessie..?"Agnes had been lounging on a shaded banquette on the back patio, her blue eyes closed and a book splayed open in her lap atop the full fabric of a fine, dusty-blue suit ( with a subtle grey diamond pattern throughout. The skirts of the ensemble were full, and typically would have been paired with a fitted coat to match, but it had turned out to be a sweltering afternoon and she'd stripped it off before settling down to read. She was on the verge of sleep when the voice hesitantly called out to her. Initially, it was just her brow that twitched into a frown, but soon, her eyes peeled open and she rolled her head to regard the man who'd interrupted her peace and quiet."I'm sorry, Miss Nessie," the somewhat feeble, thin-haired man started again, clutching his hat nervously before him until it started to twist, "but we have some unexpected company. I tried to turn him away at the gate, but..""It's alright, Earle. I'll handle it." Nessie was known to be a bit hot-headed from time to time, but not unreasonable. She was still somewhat level-headed, at least when she was sober. With a languid sigh, she set aside her book--first having carefully folded the corner of the page she'd left off on--and rose to her feet to smooth the front of her skirts, her torso clad only in the pale ivory of her corset. Her waist was pinched, but it only emphasized the ample curves of her bust and hips that the footman struggled not to stare at. Sensing his discomfort with a wily smile, she shimmied into her jacket and fastened the silver buttons with slender, deft fingers."Very good, miss." Earle bowed stiffly, betraying his age and a bad back before he shuffled back into the house. The woman smoothed a hand over the thick mass of chestnut hair that was gathered halfway up into a tidy bun, the remaining half hanging down her back in voluminous waves in an effort to collect her appearance before she reached then for the rifle that had been leaning against the house by the back door on her way through, a habit she'd picked up over the years. As a Lelliere, having a weapon nearby had proved handy on more than one occasion.The hollow sound of her heeled shoe striking the wood floor echoed through the house, and it was nearly a straight route from the back porch, through the kitchens, into the foyer and out onto the front porch. Sweeping out through the front door, Nessie stopped and surveyed the allée. When her eyes settled on the broad back of the tall, gruff intruder, the woman smirked and raised her gun, her thumb pulling back on the hammer. She would have recognized that jawline anywhere."A lady can never be too careful," Nessie started, her tone lined in warning, "especially when there's a McBrandel scrounging about." When the man turned to face her, the posts balancing on his shoulder, her blue eyes glanced him up and down. How long had it been since she'd last seen Hannock, she wondered.. Five? Seven years? "It's not 'fair work' if those are what I think they are, Hannock.. Now are you going to tell me what you're doin' or should I just take this here shot?" It was not uncommon for women to be handling rifles out on the frontier or up in the woods, but down in southern Lemoyne, incivilisedLemoyne it surely was. A lady of taste and upbringing rarely dabbled in firearms beyond the small, decorated pistols. She didnottouch a gun. Men did the hunting and the shooting. Hannock was duly surprised as he looked upon a frocked lady standing on the front porch with the butt of a rifle pressed into her shoulder. Her otherwise graceful neck pressed up along the body, eyes lining the sights and barrel. Hair like rich brandy cascaded down, and it was as if he had been nailed into the red earth by the way the late afternoon light burnished it to a rich caramel. As a former soldier and outdoorsman, Hannock instinctively saw she had the right of it. At least, she looked like she could handle a gun. He did wonder if she was able to deal with the kickback of the firearm, but from the way she was standing and aiming he gathered she only needed one shot anyways. Though he had always had qualms about shooting a woman, his fingers twitched for the pistol at his hip. It took a conscious effort to keep them on the shouldered posts, to keep them from reaching for his gun.His surprise only grew when he heard a voice, the echoes of the past in it. There still was a trace of the girl she had been in it. And he’d recognise that tone anywhere. At first he was squinting at her, then his eyes went wide under the felt brim of his worn hat. “Well I’ll be damned. Little Nessie Rose!” He would have slapped his thigh, if it weren’t for the rifle trained on him. There was gladness in his hoarse hacking utterance, and relief born from recognition. Not everything changed. Hannock gave the woman a one-over, and was not shy about it. His eyes stuck to her frame, lingering on the curvature of her hip and thighs, waist. They roamed freely and agonisingly over Agnes’ poised body. “And all grown up I see too. Filled out in all the right places.”“Oh, come now,” said he amenably, “the war didn’t kill, the West didn’t kill me…” Hannock held her stare, his mouth a thin stern line, all trace of the leering grin gone. “You won’t either.” A tense, possibly lethal silence stretched between them. “Besides,” he shrugged his shoulders and let the wooden posts drop to the ground. “I came here to talk, not get shot by a purty lady.” Hannock could easily have left the posts lying where he had dug them up, but then someone would replant them anyway. This way, he had a gesture of entrance which told whoever was in charge of the Lelierre household he meant business.“Your pappy ain’t round? Maybe I could talk to him, man to man, over dinner perhaps. Or one of them rascal brothers o’ yours. I heard Glenn served with the second cavalry, though we only met a couple of times. Said he was going straight home… fair to say I took a little while longer.” Whilst talking, Hannock had taken a few shuffling steps forward, his spurs jingling along the way. He gave the appearance of being calm, leisurely looking around, but his eyes only rarely left Agnes’s daintily curled finger on the trigger. It wouldn't have been the first time Agnes Rose had baffled a man, nor would it be the last. Quite frankly, she enjoyed the astonished or horrified look on their faces when they saw the barrel pointed in their face and the equally as dangerous woman behind it. Hannock was no exception, only the way his steel-colored dipped up and down over her frame might have sent a chill up the length of her spine. It didn't help that he was one of the only able-bodied men she'd seen in some time, and a rugged one at that. Were it not for the family he'd been born into, she might have eagerly welcomed his company.His reaction to finally recognizing exactly who she was had her rolling her eyes and her shoulders drawing back, but despite her apparent temper, an amused smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Took you long enough," she sighed out, the barrel of the rifle still trained steadily on his person, "now you keep your eyes to yourself, you hear?"A groomed brow cocked upwards at his reasoning that this would not be his day to die, and--as much as she would have loved to prove him wrong--he was right. Now that she knew who he was, she had no intention of actually shooting him. At least, he hadn't yet really given her a reason to. Rose-hued lips pressed into a thin line, but finally, she lowered the rifle, clasping it in her right hand as her womanly figure straightened to her full 5'4" height. Her chin lifted and her blue eyes cautiously assessed the man, figuring she would let him state his business.His request to speak to her father drew a snort from Nessie. Of course, he wanted to talk to a man about his business. Unfortunately for him, there was no longer such a man around the Lellierre estate. "Any business you have you can take up with me," she replied, her tone firm and impatient. "My pappy is cold in his grave, 'long side my brother, Sam. As for Glenn and Bill, well, they found themselves in trouble with the law and as such are indisposed. That leaves me." Setting her hand on her waist, she cocked her hip to the side and turned her options over in her head. He was a McBrandel, the lowest of the low, but it did not mean that she should deny him a meeting to discuss business matters. Besides.. it wouldn't hurt to have the company."You may join me for dinner," she stated with a nod, "but don't try and overstay your welcome. Don't think I've forgotten the reputation you had back in the day.." Hannock was a handsome man, and back before the war had hardened him, he'd had a boyish charm that nearly every woman with a sexual appetite simply couldn't resist, herself included. Had he been anyone else in the world but a McBrandel..."Come inside, then. Dinner won't be served for an hour yet, but we'll take tea in the parlor." “My condolences in that case, Nessie Rose.” Times had been hard for the South in general. It had been robbed of most of its wealth, while the flower of its youth had been savagely uprooted during the war years. Young men killed by droves in what papers were calling ‘the first industrial war’ – thus poor Glenn’s fate. After its defeat, the Confederacy ceased to exist, and with it most of its laws and systems. In its stead came yankee drawn legislature, of which some of Agnes’s brothers had run afoul of. What had been Old Man Lelierre’s cause of demise, Hannock knew not but there were no shortages of possibilities: cholera, a bullet, his heart giving out upon hearing of the fate of his sons... Apparently, loss and infelicity had not passed over the Lelierre household.Nessie invited him in, but issued a warning straight off the bat. “My welcome? I was greeted by the puckered lips of a gunbarrel instead of a woman’s. I did not realise I was welcome at all.” He grinned, which shaved years off his weathered face. “Oh I know better than to think women ever forget.”“Mighty gracious of you, Missus,” he could not resist commenting on her begrudging hospitality. She was not the only one with a barbed tongue. Additionally, he was hoping to find out about her… status. “Can one of your hands see to my animals?” asked Hannock, pointing his thumb at the horse and mule. Confident Agnes would relay the appropriate order, he ascended the few flights of stairs which brought him on the porch terrace. A few benches lined the wall, with a pillow-covered contraption hanging from the ceiling. Terracotta pots held late blooming flowers and guava plants. Now on the same level as Agnes Rose, Hannock had to look down instead of up, being a full head taller than the tart mistress of the manor.“Lots of things are different from back in the day… I passed through town on my way here, stayed at the parlour house for a night. Folk are angry and resentful. Forgetting and letting go is not in our local tradition.” His boots fell heavy on the wooden terrace boards, spurs jingling. Agnes led the way inside, placing the rifle in a cupboard beside the door. One could see other rifles through the glass panes. Upon entry, Hannock lifted his worn hat and combed a hand through his shoulder-length hair. There was a shoe storage bench with some rough brushes atop. Han took a seat to clean the dirt off his boots. While the brush scraped and swept, he took in the vestibule. Its interior was much as he remembered it: parquet floors, European carpets, the chandelier still hung overhead and taper candles still burnt in their finely wrought sconces. The main hall, in which he currently stood, boasted a large staircase winding to the next storey. The walls were of stucco and plaster, adorned with frescos. Already the smells of cooking and food were coming from the kitchen which was somewhere back there. It set Han’s mouth watering.If his memory served him right, the parlour was over to the right where it was afforded a view across the ponds and fields beyond. Hannock lingered for a moment in the hall, then decided to make his own way. “Not to impose, but might we pair that tea with something holding a bit more kick?” "Save them," Nessie replied with a sigh as she tugged open the screen door, waltzing through when it swung wide, "I've received enough condolences for a lifetime." It was true, and it wasn't a cry for pity. She was no different than the rest of the families in the south. Truthfully, her father had been a terrible man with a laundry list of violent crimes, adultery, among other things, and dying of dysentery at the age of 53 seemed a fitting end. It had been the easier of the two departures for Nessie, but her brothers' return from war in a crate had been harder to come to terms with. His wounds hadn't been fatal, but the infection was."You haven't changed a bit, have you?" She turned back to face him following his clever remarks with a dry snort of amusement. Holding open the door for him as any good hostess would, she took a second opportunity to glance him up and down. If anything, the war had only broadened his shoulders and strengthened his build, but no.. He was still the same old Hannock.His mention of his horse and mule pulled her glance away for a moment, earning him a brief nod. "Of course. Earle will see to them." Once inside the house, she stored away her rifle so as not to misplace it, and while he was cleaning off his boots, she sought out the hand, peeking first into the parlor. His reminiscent words were not lost on her, and with a half-hearted smile, she shook her head. "If our families are any indication, this town forgets nothing." Her hand met the top of his shoulder for a brief moment before she headed for the kitchen. It was there she found Earle enjoying a scone. While requesting his service to take care of Hannock's animals, she informed the scullery maid that they would be taking tea in the parlor.Nessie swept back towards the parlor where Hannock had already begun to migrate, and she gestured for him to take a seat at the rosewood table and chairs which she'd recently had reupholstered in a rich cream and gold floral brocade. At his suggestion, however, the woman paused, a brow perking curiously. She kept a well-stocked bar in the far corner of the room for that exact reason."Whiskey?" There was a dangerous flicker in her in her gaze as she made her way to the mahogany bar. The maid followed a few moments later with a tray, the china teapot, cups, sugar and milk chattering away atop it as she eased it on top of the bar. Prepared to add the final touches, Nessie plucked up her preferred bottle of whiskey and poured a generous amount into each cup before pouring the hot tea over top. She lifted the saucers from the tray, one in each hand as she gracefully glided back towards the table, carefully setting one in front of hm before easing down into her own chair beside him."Now, are you going to tell me where you dug those posts up from, Hannock, and why you've gone through the trouble of dumping them on my front lawn?" A momentary shock had passed through him as she had placed a soothing hand on him. Such a gesture of kindness or empathy was to be unexpected between a McBrandel and Leliere. Most of their kin would have said they had taken leave of their wits, failing to identify it for a token of recognition of shared hardship. “Sure, Ness,” said the guest, “we all have our ghosts, and plenty of’em.” Hannock was slightly uncomfortable at first, in the high-backed chair of the Leliere parlour yet also grateful for the support it offered. He could recline and process her sympathy. “My apologies if I appear out of sorts, Nessie. It has been a long time since I’ve last sat in something as… cosy as this.”Life had hardened Agnes’s character. Much like Hannock, she had gone through her own baptism of fire. She had undergone the tempering of her own mettle, bereft of brothers and father all responsibilities and worries of the Lelierre clan would have fallen to her, not to mention running Belle Manor and its environs was already challenging for a man. Let alone a woman. Hannock entertained the thought of saying so out loud, knowing how much it would rattle Agnes’s mood, but he found he was quite enjoying her company. She exuded calm, and echoed with a sense of domestic bliss.Oh but I have. We all have. The war took the best of me, and raiding and gunrunning with the Lemoyne Riders took what little good there was left.Agnes would have knowledge of the toll the recent war took on people. The streets of Plesance counted far more women than men, for instance, and a good portion of what men there were, were short a limb or scarred for life – literally, figuratively or a combination of both.“Do you have – ” His question trailed off into nothing, replaced by a wry smile. “I was going to ask after some McBrandel whiskey, out of Islay, but I seem to recall your pappy calling it poison to my face. He said he would rather live off of horsepiss for the rest of his life. I bet he was convinced we had poisoned every bottle and cask just for the off chance that he’d be served our Scottish kin’s brew.” There were still occasional letters going between the emigrated McBrandels in the New World and the part of the family which stayed behind on the Hebrides. But it was polite and business correspondence, as the branches of the family tree grew and spread out ever farther.“But yes, whiskey,” agreed the weathered man, wondering what the unsafe flicker in Agnes’s blue eyes meant. As he took the offered chinaware from her perfectly balanced grasp, the porcelain started jingling. Concentrating on the effort, Han managed to cease the rattling of his cup and drank. The stuff tickled his throat and relaxed his mood as well as posture. Admiring the variations of the colour brown in the furniture and liquids as well as Agnes’s luxurious tresses, a sense of warmth took hold of Hannock. He felt himself ease into his chair and the conversation. Hannock sipped the hot beverage laced with liquor, and only just refrained from asking for a pure tumbler instead of a teacup.When she posed her more than fair question, it took him a while to formulate an answer. Or at least, the start of one. “I’m not altogether sure. It was not… a conscious decision. It sort of just happened. Might be I was looking for a fight. That is what I have been doing for nigh a decade. Maybe it’s the only thing I still know how to do?”Hannock grimaced, sat down the empty cup. “Bah, as if you do not have enough on your mind already without me piling on my self-loathing. Who’d have thought? A McBrandel unburdening himself to a Leliere. Dire straits. What’s next? Will we come to some agreement? Or, God forbid, announce our nuptials?”The moment he said he, he clamped shut. He looked around skittishly, far out of depth. It had meant to sound like a joke, but when it had been uttered it was more of an unsavoury suggestion made in poor taste and even poorer timing. It was strange for him to feel control slip. It was disarming, worrying even that he felt so vulnerable in front of her withering gaze.What a fucking dunce, what an oaf you are. She is in her twenties and unwed. Clearly something’s wrong. You just insulted her to her face, ass.He stammered, and he had not stammered since boyhood and his mother had smacked him around the head making him look for his wits on the floor. “I… err…” Hannock was making sound but no sentences, until he got hold of himself and forced out a chuckle. Mostly, he was laughing at himself, at how badly he was behaving in cultured and tasteful company. “I-I-I got carried away. Momma did always say I was an insensitive brat. Apologies, Agnes. Clearly living rough has affected me in the head and I have been far too long without good company. It’s no laughing matter, I know.” Of course they had both changed, and Agnes was no longer the naive girl she'd once been to think any different, but it was refreshing to consider that his sly sense of humor remained in tact. She might have preferred to think he was the same Hannock she knew back then if only just for a moment, but in the end they were all one and the same; damaged goods. Empty shells of their former selves, robbed of innocence and hope. She may not have fought in the war, but she suffered the effects of it whole heartedly.She wouldn't have commented on his awkwardness in the chair even if he did seem out of place, but now that he'd acknowledged it, an amused smile turned at the edges of her lips. The brunette couldn't bring herself laugh at his expense, though had it been some ten years before, she wouldn't have hesitated. Nowadays, it seemed some men had precious egos, and why shouldn't they? Some had given their lives and others everything but for a war they'd lost in the end."Poison. Swill. Bilge Water," she added with a sly smirk in response to his recalled request. "He had plenty of names for it. He was more than likely scared he'd like it if he gave it a try. I probably don't have to tell you we don't have any on hand," she snickered unapologetically. Nessie might not have agreed with a lot of things her father said or did, but carried the Lullierre name proudly and with that came a prejudice against certain brands of Whiskey.Perched somewhat stiffly in her chair thanks to her corset, Nessie raised her own spiked tea to her rose-hued lips and took a measured sip of the hot liquid. Some might have questioned what the point was; why not drink the spirit straight instead of diluting it? Though the woman enjoyed her drink, perhaps a little too much, she did her best to retain a sense of class when she could manage. Drinking whiskey in the light of day from a porcelain cup and saucer didn't seem as brazen as drinking it on the rocks, after all. It also meant most were none the wiser, unless they happened to be partaking alongside her.His response had her eyes narrowing slightly beneath a knitted brow, confusion--or perhaps concern--lining her features. "If my father and brother were still alive, you'd have gotten one," she offered, taking another sip without slurping in the slightest. Sapphire eyes regarded him as he ran away with his enthusiasm, her face smooth and expression collected when all she wanted to do was grin wildly at him.His apologies started and it was with a restrained sigh that she carefully lowered her cup to its matching saucer. "Hush now," she started, waving her hand at his backpedaling, "you don't have to tip-toe around my feelings none, Han. I doubt I have any of those left," she smirked, folding her hands carefully in her lap. "Your head is fine, I'm sure of it." Glancing down to her half-drained cup and his empty one, something twitched at the corner of her mouth before she slipped out of her seat once more, this time to retrieve the bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses. She returned in a matter of moments, wordlessly placing the cups onto the table, tugging out the cork, and pouring them both a generous serving. "Go on," she encouraged him, stuffing the cork back into the neck before placing the heavy, emerald green vessel at the center of the table. Even she needed a little buzz to endure this empty, hell-hole of a town sometimes. "Should hold you over until dinner."Agnes didn't really know why she was accommodating him so, but it felt nice to have the company. It felt nice to look this face and think back to her golden, glittering debutante days. He was a reminder of better times, and it stirred her. Plus, as an unmarried woman with little to no prospects, she was deprived of the carnal pleasures a husband might have afforded her. It hadn't stopped her from abandoning her innocence once or twice when the opportunity presented itself (which wasn't all that often), but at her age and in her situation, who could have blamed her?"Now, ignoring the fact that you've all but propositioned me for marriage, Han.." she paused, lifting the tumbler to her lips and gulping down a mouthful, "you'll need to tell me where you've dug up those damned posts. And don't tell me your daddy thinks I swindled him. He's the one that made the bet." Her blue eyes hardened somewhat on Han's face as she tried to get to the gist of it, but for all Nessie knew, Hannock had no idea that the property lines had shifted. It would explain why those posts now sat in an unsightly pile on the otherwise pristine front yard. “Ah, such laurels!” Thus, the comment to Old Man Lelierre’s opinion on the McBrandel Scot whiskey. “I am... glad they aren’t?” ventured Hannock uncertainly. He assumed Agnes would pick up on the underlying sentiment: he did not revel in her father and brothers’ deaths or absences, but referred to not having got a fight upon his arrival. However, their being gone did seem to make things easier… and, glancing at Agnes, supplied him with far more charming company. Looking back, he already regretted the theatrical action of digging up the land-markers. He had been back for less than a week and already he had fallen into old habits.He sighed with relief as Agnes Rose brushed off his clumsy parlance with a killing joke and a slightly dismissive movement of the head which also enabled her to toss back a bit of her drink.The judgment of women… why does it torment me so?wondered Han plaintively amused. A mood which dissipated like the morning fog under the hot Lemoyne sun.“What… bet?” Like any McBrandel he had a temper, yet there were two kinds of rage Hannock flew into. The first one was a cold, subtle sort where almost no trace of inner turmoil could be seen. Those that had grown up with him recognised the tell-tale signs: knuckles standing out white in a closed fist, eyes whizzing around the room until they alighted onto the object of his ire, the working and clenching of his jaw. Hannock was not loud at all then, instead he enunciated every word carefully, picking what to say in a clipped and hard fashion. Everything shrank down to that moment, intensely thinking fast and thoroughly. Reason clapped irons on his fury.The second kind was more physical: gesticulations, flaring eyes, louder voice though still picking his words. Hannock’s voice would become a growl. As a child he had learnt to grip or grab something so he did not become violent or destructive. Though like any man he might slap surfaces or raise his voice. Rage might bring his blood to the boil, but he tried to keep the effects under control.Hannock’s knuckles whitened around the tumbler and he had to mind not to shatter it in his palm. This was the first kind: calm anger, which burnished every detail of the scene to a brilliant sheen. His mental process sped through a wide range of emotions. Something had gone down between Agnes Rose Lelierre and Douglas McBrandel, his father. Simply the thought of his father was sufficient to make him break out in a cold sweat. They loved one another, naturally, but there was a lot of tension betwixt them also… a lot of unresolved issues and rancour. Nothing had ever been good enough, and Douglas had never been one for sparing the rod when it came to disciplining his children. Talkingtohad never been Doug’s strong suit, talkingdownhad been. He was a despotic sort of man, nonetheless charitable towards those whom he considered friends. Once he spoke a thing concerning Robard Hall it was a done deal.“What bet did he make with you, Nessie Rose? Is he gambling again?” In some of his last correspondence, there had been boast of Douglas ceasing to spend his nights at the parlour house and its poker table. Had it been a lie? Had he relapsed? Clearly Hannock had been gone for too long, if Douglas McBrandel was allowing a Lelierre to nibble off bits of their land. Land was life, money and status. Just what the hell was going on? It didn't take but an instant for Nessie to realize what she'd done. Hannock had no idea that his father had been drunkenly buying his way into hands of poker with small segments of land because he didn't have the cash. He may not have been frequenting Pleasance's parlour, but he had seemingly become a regular at the social gatherings hosted at the Lelierres plantation. Agnes had been reluctant to let the man take part, but when he started betting his own land against his better judgment and losing almost every hand, she'd decided to open her door right up to Doug McBrandel whenever he was in the drinking mood. A better woman would never have taken advantage of a man who clearly had a gambling problem, but Nessie was no such woman, and as such, she'd nearly extended her property a full acre.Eyeing Han, she reached again for the bottle of whiskey and began the task of topping him off, hoping to soothe him somewhat. Her lips thinned slightly as she tested the words on her tongue, trying to break the news in a way that was least likely to send him into a fit of rage. Part of her knew she should turn him out of the house in that moment, to send him back to his daddy with those damned posts, but a part of he knew he deserved to hear the truth, not Doug's version of it even if it meant enduring his anger."He has a habit of turning up at my doorstep for a few drinks and a round of cards," she explained gingerly, her finger tracing the rim of her glass as if it could distract them both from the situation at hand. "Your daddy is a sick man, Han. I'm not sure he knew what to do with himself when the war took you away, and when you didn't come home after it all ended.." The soft skin beneath her eyes tensed slightly as she trailed off, deciding to let him fill in the rest if he so desired. From the mans' drunken mumblings, it seems he had simply lost his way. Nessie had always guessed that he didn't much see the point of maintaining an estate without an able son to take it on when he was gone.If history had it's, there would never be an understanding between the McBrandel and the Lelierre family; they mixed about as well as a hand in a beehive. Things had been tame enough between Nessie and Han up until now if you didn't count her holding a gun to his person, but the way things were playing out, it didn't seem like it would stay that way for long. Maybe it was for that reason that she spoke up yet again."I welcomed it," she stated, raising her chin while keeping her eyes trained on the man sitting across from her. "Hell, I might have even encouraged it, but I won far and square." Nessie was a lot of things; foul-mouthed, a lush, crafty, hot-headed... but she had never been a liar. Honesty and family were perhaps the only two things she honored in the world that remained, and they just happened to be in short supply. "In which case, those posts you dug up were in their rightful place," she reminded him gently, raising her tumbler to her lips for a generous sip. At this rate, she'd be three sheets to the wind by the time dinner was served, but she figured Han would no longer feel the desire to stay after everything he'd just heard.

The New Old South [RipTide & Deli]

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Exhibition - jindra34 vs theterran

((Ready go!))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide - Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Honest 3. Celestia, Lightsworn Angel 4. Celestia, Lightsworn Angel 5. Garoth, Lightsworn Warrior 6. Ehren, Lightsworn Monk 7. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 8. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 9. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 10. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 11. Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress 12. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 13. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 14. Judgment Dragon 15. Judgment Dragon 16. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 17. Necro Gardna 18. Plaguespreader Zombie 19. Junk Synchron 20. Blackwing – Gale the Whirlwind 21. Dark Armed Dragon 22. Chaos Sorcerer 23. Chaos Sorcerer 24. Charge of the Light Brigade 25. Allure of Darkness 26. Pot of Avarice 27. Pot of Avarice 28. Monster Reincarnation 29. Monster Reborn 30. Dark Hole 31. Giant Trunade 32. Burial from a Different Dimension 33. Mystical Space Typhoon 34. Mystical Space Typhoon 35. Solar Recharge 36. Solar Recharge 37. Golden Sarcophagus 38. Golden Sarcophagus 39. Royal Decree 40. Royal Decree 41. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Catastor 2. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goyo Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Parshath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon * post roll count doesn't match database Initiative:(1d20)[8]Opening Hand:(5d40)[6][6][16][9][38](75)Rerolls:(3d40)[40][32][14](86){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-5Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Crusader of Endymion 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Alchemist of Black Spells 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Breaker the Magical Warrior 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Exemplar 12) Magical Exemplar 13) Magical Marionette 14) Magical Marionette 15) Magical Marionette 16) Dark Red Enchanter 17) Dark Red Enchanter 18) Frequency Magician 19) Frequency Magician 20) Frequency Magician 21) Spell Power Grasp 22) Spell Power Grasp 23) Spell Power Grasp 24) Magical Citadel of Endymion 25) Magical Citadel of Endymion 26) Solemn Judgement 27) Royal Decree 28) Royal Decree 29) Recycle 30) Recycle 31) Mystical Space Typhoon 32) Mystical Space Typhoon 33) Pot of Duality 34) Pot of Duality 35) Pot of Duality 36) Pot of Avarice 37) Pot of Avarice 38) Spell Absorption 39) Spell Absorption 40) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - (d20)[6](5d41)[8][6][1][4][36](55)(3d41)[24][27][7](58)Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide 8. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 6. Ehren, Lightsworn Monk 1. Honest 4. Celestia, Lightsworn Angel 36. Solar Recharge Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Celestia, Lightsworn Angel 3. Garoth, Lightsworn Warrior 4. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 5. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 6. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 7. Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress 8. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 9. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 10. Judgment Dragon 11. Judgment Dragon 12. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 13. Necro Gardna 14. Plaguespreader Zombie 15. Junk Synchron 16. Blackwing – Gale the Whirlwind 17. Dark Armed Dragon 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Chaos Sorcerer 20. Charge of the Light Brigade 21. Allure of Darkness 22. Pot of Avarice 23. Pot of Avarice 24. Monster Reincarnation 25. Monster Reborn 26. Dark Hole 27. Giant Trunade 28. Burial from a Different Dimension 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Solar Recharge 32. Golden Sarcophagus 33. Golden Sarcophagus 34. Royal Decree 35. Royal Decree 36. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Catastor 2. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goyo Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Parshath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon "Right my first move."(1d35)[3]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|CE|-|--|f|SA|-|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200SA-Spell AbsorptionField:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide -Alchemist of Black Spells Dark Red Enchanter Breaker the Magical Warrior facedownsSpoiler Hide Threatening Roar Deck 3e: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Magical Citadel of Endymion 22) Solemn Judgement 23) Royal Decree 24) Royal Decree 25) Recycle 26) Recycle 27) Mystical Space Typhoon 28) Mystical Space Typhoon 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Duality 31) Pot of Duality 32) Pot of Avarice 33) Pot of Avarice 34) Spell Absorption Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "I summon my Crusade of Endymion, and follow him with Spell Absorption and one facedown your move." "Then that would make it my turn."(d36)[7]"I will begin by playing Solar Recharge, discarding Ehren, Lightsworn Monk from my hand to draw two cards and send 2 cards from the top of my library to the graveyard."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner Honest Celestia, Lightsworn Angel Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress Pot of Avarice Golden Sarcophagus Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Ehren, Lightsworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Celestia, Lightsworn Angel 3. Garoth, Lightsworn Warrior 4. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 5. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 6. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 7. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 8. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 9. Judgment Dragon 10. Judgment Dragon 11. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 12. Necro Gardna 13. Plaguespreader Zombie 14. Junk Synchron 15. Blackwing – Gale the Whirlwind 16. Dark Armed Dragon 17. Chaos Sorcerer 18. Chaos Sorcerer 19. Charge of the Light Brigade 20. Allure of Darkness 21. Pot of Avarice 22. Monster Reincarnation 23. Monster Reborn 24. Dark Hole 25. Giant Trunade 26. Mystical Space Typhoon 27. Solar Recharge 28. Golden Sarcophagus 29. Royal Decree 30. Royal Decree 31. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Catastor 2. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goyo Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Parshath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Draw:(d35)[22],(d34)[30]Mill:(d33)[26],(d32)[26] "Burial from a different dimension and mystical space typhoon get sent to my graveyard. Next, I will summon Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress in Attack mode. And I will use her ability and switch her to defense mode to destroy your Spell Absorption. Then I will play Gold Sarcophagus, getting a Judgment Dragon from my deck and removing it from play for the time being. And then I end my turn, and Lyla's effect hits, cause 3 cards to be taken from the top of my deck and sent to my graveyard. Mill:(3d30)[2][16][5](23)Reroll:(1d30)[7]((Celestia, Lightsworn Angel,Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter,Chaos Sorcerer))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|LL|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LL- Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress (DEF)(1700/200)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner Honest Celestia, Lightsworn Angel Pot of Avarice Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Ehren, Lightsworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon Golden Sarcophagus Celestia, Lightsworn Angel Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter Chaos Sorcerer RFG: Spoiler Hide 10. Judgment Dragon Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Garoth, Lightsworn Warrior 3. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 4. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 5. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 6. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 7. Judgment Dragon 8. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 9. Necro Gardna 10. Plaguespreader Zombie 11. Junk Synchron 12. Blackwing – Gale the Whirlwind 13. Dark Armed Dragon 14. Chaos Sorcerer 15. Charge of the Light Brigade 16. Allure of Darkness 17. Pot of Avarice 18. Monster Reincarnation 19. Monster Reborn 20. Dark Hole 21. Giant Trunade 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Solar Recharge 24. Golden Sarcophagus 25. Royal Decree 26. Royal Decree 27. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Catastor 2. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goyo Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Parshath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon "Not sure you'll have time to summon your Dragon. Anyway I still got 500 lifepoints from my Spell Absorption."(1d34)[24]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|CE|-|BW-|f|-|f|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200BW-Breaker the Magical Warrior-1900/1000(1 Spell Counter)Field:Life Points 8500Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Alchemist of Black Spells Dark Red Enchanter facedownsSpoiler Hide Threatening Roar Royal Decree Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Magical Citadel of Endymion 22) Solemn Judgement 23) Royal Decree 24) Recycle 25) Recycle 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Mystical Space Typhoon 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Duality 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Pot of Avarice 33) Spell Absorption Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Spell Absorption RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll add another facedown card and then summon Breaker the Magical Warrior who will attack your Lyla. Followed by Crusader attacking you directly. End turn." "Very nice attack..."(d27)[9]"I will summon Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner. And I will discard a Necro Gardna to special summon Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress in attack mode. I will then switch her to defense mode and destroy your original facedown trap card."((S/T #2 I think))"Then I will end my turn, triggering 6 cards to be added to my graveyard."((Mystical Space Typhoon,Charge of the Light Brigade,Dark Armed Dragon, Jain, Lightsworn Paladin, Chaos Sorcerer, Giant Trunade))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|LS|LL|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LS- Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner (ATK)(1000/1000)LL- Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress (DEF)(1700/200)LP:6100Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Honest Celestia, Lightsworn Angel Pot of Avarice Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Ehren, Lightsworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon Golden Sarcophagus Celestia, Lightsworn Angel Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter Chaos Sorcerer Necro Gardna RFG: Spoiler Hide 10. Judgment Dragon Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Garoth, Lightsworn Warrior 3. Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner 4. Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter 5. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 6. Judgment Dragon 7. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 8. Plaguespreader Zombie 9. Junk Synchron 10. Blackwing – Gale the Whirlwind 11. Allure of Darkness 12. Pot of Avarice 13. Monster Reincarnation 14. Monster Reborn 15. Dark Hole 16. Solar Recharge 17. Golden Sarcophagus 18. Royal Decree 19. Royal Decree 20. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Catastor 2. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goyo Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Parshath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Milling Time.(6d26)[21][14][12][6][13][20](86)(4d26)[17][14][24][23](78)(2d26)[13][8](21) "You destroyed Threatening roar. Now my turn."(1d33)[11]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|-|CE|-|BW-|-|-|f|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200BW-Breaker the Magical Warrior-1900/1000ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8500Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Magical Marionette facedownsSpoiler Hide Royal Decree Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Dark Red Enchanter 13) Frequency Magician 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Solemn Judgement 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Spell Absorption Threatening Roar RFGSpoiler Hide - "I summon Alchemist of Black Spells, who will attack Lyla, then Breaker will attack Lumina, followed once more by Crusader attacking directly."(2800 damage total) "When your Breaker attacks my Lumina, I discard Honest, boosting my Lumina's attack by 1900" "Accursed monster but I have no response. And with that my turn ends."{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|-|CE|-|--|-|-|f|-[/table]CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 7500Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Magical Marionette facedownsSpoiler Hide Royal Decree Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Dark Red Enchanter 13) Frequency Magician 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Solemn Judgement 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Spell Absorption Threatening Roar Breaker the Magical Warrior RFGSpoiler Hide - ((Shouldn't you be at 6600? 8500-1900))"Then it's my turn, and during my Standby, Judgment Dragon appears in my hand!"Draw:(d20)[11]"I will tribute my Lumina, to summon Celestia, Lightsworn Angel, and send the top 4 cards of my deck to my graveyard to destroy both of your monsters! This sends Monster Reborn, Plaguespreader Zombie, Judgment Dragon, and Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter to my graveyard. Now, I will special Summon Judgment Dragon, then I will play Pot of Avarice, and send Chaos Sorcerer, Dark Armed Dragon, Judgment Dragon, Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter, and Honest back to my deck to draw two cards. I play a card facedown, then I'll attack you directly with both Celestia and my Judgment Dragon, and I'll end my turn, which causes 4 more cards to go to my graveyard."((Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter; Royal Decree; Solar Recharge; Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner))Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|JD|CA|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]JD- Judgment Dragon (ATK)(3000/2600)CA- Celestia, Lightsworn Angel (ATK)(2300/200)LP:6100Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Allure of Darkness Dark Hole Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Solar Recharge Ehren, Lightsworn Monk Burial from a Different Dimension Mystical Space Typhoon Golden Sarcophagus Celestia, Lightsworn Angel Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter Necro Gardna Mystical Space Typhoon Charge of the Light Brigade Jain, Lightsworn Paladin Chaos Sorcerer Giant Trunade Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress Monster Reborn Plaguespreader Zombie Pot of Avarice Ryko, Lightsworn Hunter Royal Decree Solar Recharge Lumina, Lightsworn Summoner RFG: Spoiler Hide - Midnight to Twilight Spoiler Hide 1. Honest 2. Garoth, Lightsworn Warrior 3. Jain, Lightsworn Paladin 4. Gorz the Emissary of Darkness 5. Junk Synchron 6. Blackwing – Gale the Whirlwind 7. Chaos Sorcerer 8. Dark Armed Dragon 9. Judgment Dragon 10. Honest 11. Pot of Avarice 12. Monster Reincarnation 13. Golden Sarcophagus 14. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Ally of Justice Catastor 2. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 3. Goyo Guardian 4. Avenging Knight Parshath 5. Black Rose Dragon 6. Black Rose Dragon 7. Dark End Dragon 8. Light End Dragon 9. Stardust Dragon 10. Junk Warrior 11. Junk Archer 12. Junk Destroyer 13. Thought Ruler Archfiend 14. Red Dragon Archfiend 15. Ancient Fairy Dragon Celestia Mill:(d19)[13](d18)[8](d17)[6](d16)[4] Pot of Avarice Draw:(d20)[15](d19)[18] Dragon Mill(d18)[11](d17)[16](d16)[14](d15)[3] (How do you get 1900 damage? your monster had 1000 attack originally.)(1d32)[13] ((Doh, you're right, in my defense I was still half asleep)) ((Shouldn't have bothered with drawing, no way I can win. Not sure if there is anything I should change with the deck though. I got 2 traps, 2 tribute monsters, Spell Absorption and what was on the field.)) ((What's the ultimate goal of the deck?)) ((Drop spell casters and put charge counters on then for power, so really need to get out the tribute ones. Also not sure if I should replace Breaker with Dark Valkyria.)) ((Stick with Breaker...you need a reliable way to get out the Magical Citadel, and if you're aim is the get the Synchro's out, you might should drop the number of tribute monsters down. If you would like to try that deck out again vs something that's a tad slower and much more inconsistent, I've got a "fun" deck I've been working on)) Originally Posted by theterran ((Stick with Breaker...you need a reliable way to get out the Magical Citadel, and if you're aim is the get the Synchro's out, you might should drop the number of tribute monsters down. If you would like to try that deck out again vs something that's a tad slower and much more inconsistent, I've got a "fun" deck I've been working on )) ((The deck is currently at the theory stage. And I think I got some bad luck 2/5 my tribute monsters in 3 draws. And when your 'fun' deck is done I'll gladly accept the challenge.)) ((It's already done, lemme just update it for the new banned list...gimmie a few minutes and I'll post it in this thread if you don't care to continue using it)) Originally Posted by theterran ((It's already done, lemme just update it for the new banned list...gimmie a few minutes and I'll post it in this thread if you don't care to continue using it )) ((We can keep using this thread.)) ((Alright...just made a few quick tweaks, I'll take a serious look at updating it later...))Heralding FairiesSpoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Happy Lover 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 17. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 18. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 19. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 20. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 21. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 22. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 23. Senju of the Thousand Hands 24. Senju of the Thousand Hands 25. Dark Factory of Mass Production 26. Dark Factory of Mass Production 27. Salvage 28. Salvage 29. Advanced Ritual Art 30. Preparation of Rites 31. Preparation of Rites 32. Preparation of Rites 33. Dawn of the Herald 34. Dark Hole 35. Giant Trunade 36. Mystical Space Typhoon 37. Mystical Space Typhoon 38. Pot of Avarice 39. Pot of Avarice 40. Royal Decree 41. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend Initiative:(1d20)[15]Opening Hand:(5d40)[10][17][26][25][3](81)Rerolls:(3d40)[4][17][36](57){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-5Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck 40: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Crusader of Endymion 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Alchemist of Black Spells 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Breaker the Magical Warrior 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Exemplar 12) Magical Exemplar 13) Magical Marionette 14) Magical Marionette 15) Magical Marionette 16) Dark Red Enchanter 17) Dark Red Enchanter 18) Frequency Magician 19) Frequency Magician 20) Frequency Magician 21) Spell Power Grasp 22) Spell Power Grasp 23) Spell Power Grasp 24) Magical Citadel of Endymion 25) Magical Citadel of Endymion 26) Solemn Judgement 27) Royal Decree 28) Royal Decree 29) Recycle 30) Recycle 31) Mystical Space Typhoon 32) Mystical Space Typhoon 33) Pot of Duality 34) Pot of Duality 35) Pot of Duality 36) Pot of Avarice 37) Pot of Avarice 38) Spell Absorption 39) Spell Absorption 40) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardRFGSpoiler Hide - (d20)[15](5d41)[28][27][17][35][13](120)(3d41)[32][27][3](62)Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide - Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Happy Lover 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 17. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 18. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 19. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 20. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 21. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 22. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 23. Senju of the Thousand Hands 24. Senju of the Thousand Hands 25. Dark Factory of Mass Production 26. Dark Factory of Mass Production 27. Salvage 28. Salvage 29. Advanced Ritual Art 30. Preparation of Rites 31. Preparation of Rites 32. Preparation of Rites 33. Dawn of the Herald 34. Dark Hole 35. Giant Trunade 36. Mystical Space Typhoon 37. Mystical Space Typhoon 38. Pot of Avarice 39. Pot of Avarice 40. Royal Decree 41. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend (rerolling init.)(1d20)[15] ((Rolling Int.(d20)[20])) (d36)[23]"I will play Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands, and get Advanced Ritual Art from my deck and put it in my hand, then I will end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|MT|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (ATK)(1400/1000)LP:8000Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Giant Trunade Happy Lover Dark Factory of Mass Production Advanced Ritual Art Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide = RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 17. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 18. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 19. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 20. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 21. Senju of the Thousand Hands 22. Senju of the Thousand Hands 23. Dark Factory of Mass Production 24. Preparation of Rites 25. Preparation of Rites 26. Preparation of Rites 27. Dawn of the Herald 28. Dark Hole 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Pot of Avarice 32. Pot of Avarice 33. Royal Decree 34. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Right my draw"(1d35)[15]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (2 Spell counters)Field:Magical Citadel of EndymionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Crusader of Endymion Frequency Magician facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 34: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Magical Marionette 14) Dark Red Enchanter 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Royal Decree 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption 33) Spell Absorption 34) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardRFGSpoiler Hide - "I summon Magical Exemplar and follow it with Magical Citadel of Endymion, placing 2 spell counters on my Exemplar. Then my Exemplar shall attack your Manju. Finally I set one card face down." "Then it is my turn."Draw - (d34)[33]"I will lay a monster face down, and another card face down, and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Giant Trunade Dark Factory of Mass Production Advanced Ritual Art Facedown: Spoiler Hide M Happy Lover (3) S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 17. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 18. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 19. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 20. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 21. Senju of the Thousand Hands 22. Senju of the Thousand Hands 23. Dark Factory of Mass Production 24. Preparation of Rites 25. Preparation of Rites 26. Preparation of Rites 27. Dawn of the Herald 28. Dark Hole 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Pot of Avarice 32. Pot of Avarice 33. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Running scared already?"(1d34)[5]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|CE-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (2 Spell counters)CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200Field:Magical Citadel of EndymionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Dark Red Enchanter Crusader of Endymion Frequency Magician Alchemist of Black Spells facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 34: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Alchemist of Black Spells 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Breaker the Magical Warrior 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Exemplar 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Magical Marionette 14) Dark Red Enchanter 15) Frequency Magician 16) Frequency Magician 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Spell Power Grasp 20) Magical Citadel of Endymion 21) Royal Decree 22) Royal Decree 23) Recycle 24) Recycle 25) Mystical Space Typhoon 26) Mystical Space Typhoon 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Duality 29) Pot of Duality 30) Pot of Avarice 31) Pot of Avarice 32) Spell Absorption 33) Spell Absorption 34) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "Though I guess being careful is a good idea right now. I summon Crusader of Endymion and end my turn." (d33)[2]"I will flip my face down trap, Royal Decree! Then I will place another creature face down and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|f|--|-|RD|-|-[/table]RD- Royal DecreeLP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Giant Trunade Dark Factory of Mass Production Advanced Ritual Art Facedown: Spoiler Hide M Happy Lover (3) Cloudian – Sheep Cloud (4) S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Orange Light 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Herald of Perfection 9. Herald of Perfection 10. Honest 11. Honest 12. Happy Lover 13. Happy Lover 14. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 15. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 16. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 17. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 18. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 19. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 20. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 21. Senju of the Thousand Hands 22. Senju of the Thousand Hands 23. Dark Factory of Mass Production 24. Preparation of Rites 25. Preparation of Rites 26. Preparation of Rites 27. Dawn of the Herald 28. Dark Hole 29. Mystical Space Typhoon 30. Mystical Space Typhoon 31. Pot of Avarice 32. Pot of Avarice 33. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Quite interesting."(1d33)[20]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|CE-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (3 Spell counters)CE-Crusader of Endymion-1900/1200Field:Magical Citadel of EndymionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Dark Red Enchanter Frequency Magician Alchemist of Black Spells facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 33: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Royal Decree 21) Recycle 22) Recycle 23) Mystical Space Typhoon 24) Mystical Space Typhoon 25) Pot of Duality 26) Pot of Duality 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Avarice 29) Pot of Avarice 30) Spell Absorption 31) Spell Absorption 32) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll gemini summon Crusader and use his effect to add a counter to Exemplar. then Crusader shall attack your facedown on the left." "you destroy my Happy Lover. Anything else?" "Exemplar will attack your other facedown. And then I will be done." "You destroy my Cloudian - Sheep Cloud, which gives me two "Cloudian Tokens". And now I take my turn."(d32)[13]"I will play Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands to bring a Herald of Perfection to my hand. Now I will play Advanced Ritual Art, sending two Cloudian - Smoke Balls, and two Happy Lovers from my deck to my graveyard to Ritual Summon Herald of Perfection in defense mode! Next I will play Dark Factory of Mass Production to pull two Happy Lovers from my Graveyard to my hand. Then I will play Giant Trunade, returning all spell/trap cards to their owner's hands, and Finally I will lay a card face down and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5MT|HP|-|T|T-|-|f|-|-[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (ATK)(1400/1000)HP- Herald of Perfection (DEF)(1800/2800)T- Cloudian Token (DEF)(0/0)LP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Happy Lover Happy Lover Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T Royal Decree (3) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Happy Lover Cloudian - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trunade Cloudian – Smoke Ball Cloudian – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Honest 9. Honest 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 12. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 13. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 14. Senju of the Thousand Hands 15. Senju of the Thousand Hands 16. Dark Factory of Mass Production 17. Preparation of Rites 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Dawn of the Herald 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Pot of Avarice 25. Pot of Avarice 26. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "That not going to save you."(1d32)[6]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|-|f-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7 Spell counters)Field:Magical Citadel of EndymionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Magical Citadel of Endymion Royal Decree Frequency Magician Alchemist of Black Spells Breaker the Magical Warrior facedownsSpoiler Hide 5.Dark Red Enchanter 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 32: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Breaker the Magical Warrior 8) Magical Exemplar 9) Magical Exemplar 10) Magical Marionette 11) Magical Marionette 12) Magical Marionette 13) Dark Red Enchanter 14) Frequency Magician 15) Frequency Magician 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Spell Power Grasp 18) Spell Power Grasp 19) Magical Citadel of Endymion 20) Royal Decree 21) Recycle 22) Recycle 23) Mystical Space Typhoon 24) Mystical Space Typhoon 25) Pot of Duality 26) Pot of Duality 27) Pot of Duality 28) Pot of Avarice 29) Pot of Avarice 30) Spell Absorption 31) Spell Absorption 32) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll set one card facedown then tribute Crusader to summon a monster facedown. I'll end my turn there." ((Did you replay your Magical Citadel, or is it still in your hand?)) ((Forgot about it thanks.)) "Then I'll draw."(d26)[25]"I will flip my face down card, Royal Decree, then I will switch my Manju to defense position and pass my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5MT|HP|-|T|T-|-|RD|-|-[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (DEF)(1400/1000)HP- Herald of Perfection (DEF)(1800/2800)T- Cloudian Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal DecreeLP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Happy Lover Happy Lover Pot of Avarice Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Happy Lover Cloudian - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trunade Cloudian – Smoke Ball Cloudian – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Honest 9. Honest 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 12. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 13. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 14. Senju of the Thousand Hands 15. Senju of the Thousand Hands 16. Dark Factory of Mass Production 17. Preparation of Rites 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Dawn of the Herald 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Mystical Space Typhoon 24. Pot of Avarice 25. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Time to bring this to a close then."(1d31)[8]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5f|-|ME|-|f-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7 Spell counters)Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Alchemist of Black Spells Breaker the Magical Warrior Magical Citadel of Endymion Magical Exemplar facedownsSpoiler Hide 1.Frequency Magician 5.Dark Red Enchanter 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 30: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Spell Power Grasp 15) Spell Power Grasp 16) Spell Power Grasp 17) Magical Citadel of Endymion 18) Royal Decree 19) Recycle 20) Recycle 21) Mystical Space Typhoon 22) Mystical Space Typhoon 23) Pot of Duality 24) Pot of Duality 25) Pot of Duality 26) Pot of Avarice 27) Pot of Avarice 28) Spell Absorption 29) Spell Absorption 30) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "Though right now I'll just add another facedown." "Then that means it is my turn."Draw:(d25)[22]"I will lay a facedown and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5MT|HP|-|T|T-|-|RD|-|f[/table]MT- Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands (DEF)(1400/1000)HP- Herald of Perfection (DEF)(1800/2800)T- Cloudian Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal DecreeLP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Happy Lover Happy Lover Pot of Avarice Facedown: Spoiler Hide M S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (5) GY: Spoiler Hide Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands Happy Lover Cloudian - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trunade Cloudian – Smoke Ball Cloudian – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Orange Light 5. Herald of Orange Light 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Herald of Perfection 8. Honest 9. Honest 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 12. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 13. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 14. Senju of the Thousand Hands 15. Senju of the Thousand Hands 16. Dark Factory of Mass Production 17. Preparation of Rites 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Dawn of the Herald 21. Dark Hole 22. Mystical Space Typhoon 23. Pot of Avarice 24. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Thats not going to save you."(1d30)[16]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|ME|RDA|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7 Spell counters)RDA-Red Dragon Archfiend-3000/2000Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-6Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Alchemist of Black Spells Breaker the Magical Warrior Magical Citadel of Endymion Magical Exemplar Spell Power Grasp facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 30: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Spell Power Grasp 15) Spell Power Grasp 16) Magical Citadel of Endymion 17) Royal Decree 18) Recycle 19) Recycle 20) Mystical Space Typhoon 21) Mystical Space Typhoon 22) Pot of Duality 23) Pot of Duality 24) Pot of Duality 25) Pot of Avarice 26) Pot of Avarice 27) Spell Absorption 28) Spell Absorption 29) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Red Dragon Archfiend Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Dark Red Enchanter RFGSpoiler Hide - "First I'll flip my Frequency Magician and Dark Red Enchanter and Synchro Summon Red Dragon Archfiend. Any responses before he attacks your herald?" "I do not." "Then my Dragon shall attack your Herald, but unfortunately your Herald's effect will give it a chance to drag my Dragon into the grave with it, if you so desire." "Of course, when the Dragon's effect triggers, I will discard a Happy Lover to negate the effect and destroy the dragon." "Your herald is still destroyed, so now my exemplar shall attack your Manju. After combat I'll remove 6 spell counters from my exemplar to re-summon Dark Red Enchanter. Then I'll summon another Exemplar, replay my Citadel, and play a Spell Power Grasp targeting my Enchanter, remove the 4 counters I just placed on my Exemplar to summon an Alchemist of Black Spells in attack mode, who will switch to defense mode to grant my Enchanter another counter. Your move."{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|DRE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (7/2 Spell counters)DRE-Dark Red Enchanter-3200/2200(5 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Spell Power Grasp facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 28: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Spell Power Grasp 15) Magical Citadel of Endymion 16) Royal Decree 17) Recycle 18) Recycle 19) Mystical Space Typhoon 20) Mystical Space Typhoon 21) Pot of Duality 22) Pot of Duality 23) Pot of Duality 24) Pot of Avarice 25) Pot of Avarice 26) Spell Absorption 27) Spell Absorption 28) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion RFGSpoiler Hide - "When you summon your Magical Citadel, I flip my face down card revealing Mystical Space Typhoon, and destroy it. Does this change any of your other actions?" "No it does not other than increment all my monsters counters." "Then it's back to me"(d24)[22]"I will play Pot of Avarice, sending back two Manjus, two Happy Lovers, and my Herald of Perfection in order to draw 2 cards. Now, I will set a monster, and place another card face down and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|f|-|T|T-|-|RD|f|-[/table]T- Cloudian Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal DecreeLP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Salvage Happy Lover Herald of Orange Light Facedown: Spoiler Hide M Cloudian – Sheep Cloud (2) S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Cloudian - Sheep Cloud Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trunade Cloudian – Smoke Ball Cloudian – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production Mystical Space Typhoon Pot of Avarice RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Herald of Orange Light 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Perfection 5. Herald of Perfection 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Honest 8. Honest 9. Happy Lover 10. Happy Lover 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 13. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 14. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 15. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 16. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 17. Senju of the Thousand Hands 18. Senju of the Thousand Hands 19. Dark Factory of Mass Production 20. Preparation of Rites 21. Preparation of Rites 22. Preparation of Rites 23. Dawn of the Herald 24. Dark Hole 25. Pot of Avarice 26. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend Pot Draw:(d28)[1](d27)[4] "Right my draw"(1d28)[22]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|DRE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (9/4 Spell counters)DRE-Dark Red Enchanter-4100/2200(8 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 28: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Magical Citadel of Endymion 15) Royal Decree 16) Recycle 17) Recycle 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Mystical Space Typhoon 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Duality 22) Pot of Avarice 23) Pot of Avarice 24) Spell Absorption 25) Spell Absorption 26) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll play another Spell Power Grasp targeting my enchanter. Then I'll switch my Alchemist to attack mode. One of my exemplars will attack your facedown while my alchemist and the other destroy your cloud tokens. Assuming your facedown is destroyed Enchanter shall attack thee directly (3800 damage) otherwise it shall obliterate your monster. And to end my turn I will activate my Alchemists effect switching him back to defense mode to add another counter to enchanter." "My face down was another Cloudian - Sheep Cloud, so I get two more tokens, and after you finish your attacks, I am down to one Token. So I draw."(d26)[8]"I will play Salvage, returning two Cloudian - Sheep Clouds to my hand. Then I will set a monster and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|f|-|-|T-|-|RD|f|-[/table]T- Cloudian Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal DecreeLP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Happy Lover Herald of Orange Light Honest Cloudian - Sheep Cloud Facedown: Spoiler Hide M Cloudian – Sheep Cloud (2) S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trunade Cloudian – Smoke Ball Cloudian – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production Mystical Space Typhoon Pot of Avarice Salvage RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Cloudian – Sheep Cloud 2. Herald of Orange Light 3. Herald of Orange Light 4. Herald of Perfection 5. Herald of Perfection 6. Herald of Perfection 7. Honest 8. Happy Lover 9. Happy Lover 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 13. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 14. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 15. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 16. Senju of the Thousand Hands 17. Senju of the Thousand Hands 18. Dark Factory of Mass Production 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Preparation of Rites 21. Preparation of Rites 22. Dawn of the Herald 23. Dark Hole 24. Pot of Avarice 25. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Stalling huh? Not going to work for long."(1d26)[8]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|DRE|AM-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (3/2 Spell counters)DRE-Dark Red Enchanter-4100/2200(8 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800AM-Arcanite Magician-3400/1800(3 Spell Counters)Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 26: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Magical Marionette 11) Dark Red Enchanter 12) Frequency Magician 13) Frequency Magician 14) Magical Citadel of Endymion 15) Royal Decree 16) Recycle 17) Recycle 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Mystical Space Typhoon 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Duality 22) Pot of Avarice 23) Pot of Avarice 24) Spell Absorption 25) Spell Absorption 26) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette RFGSpoiler Hide - "First I'll tribute my Alchemist To summon Magical Marionette, then I'll remove 2 spell counters from my Exemplar with 4 to resummon Frequency Magician who will tune with my Marionette to summon Arcanite Magician. I'll then remove 4 counters from my other exemplar to re-summon Alchemist who will go to defense to add another counter to Arcanite. Finally I'll remove 2 counters from my exemplar with more counters for Arcanite's effect to destroy your two monsters. Now my mages will attack directly for the game, any responses?" "Of course, when Arcanite's effect is activated, I send Herald of Orange Light and Happy Lover to my graveyard to negate it's effect and destroy your Arcanite Magician, you may continue your turn." "Then I'll activate my last Spell Power Grasp targeting Enchanter, followed by Pot of Duality."{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|DRE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (8/6 Spell counters)DRE-Dark Red Enchanter-5000/2200(1a Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 25: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Dark Red Enchanter 11) Frequency Magician 12) Frequency Magician 13) Magical Citadel of Endymion 14) Royal Decree 15) Recycle 16) Recycle 17) Mystical Space Typhoon 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Pot of Duality 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Avarice 22) Pot of Avarice 23) Spell Absorption 24) Spell Absorption 25) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Arcanite Magician Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality RFGSpoiler Hide - * post roll count doesn't match database Pot Reveals:(3d25)[21][11][8](40)(Frequency Magician, Magical Marionette, Pot of Avarice) Pot of Avarice taken.{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5ABS|ME|ME|DRE|--|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (8/6 Spell counters)DRE-Dark Red Enchanter-5000/2200(11 Spell Counters)ABS-Alchemist of Black Spells-1200/1800Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Pot of Avarice facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 24: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Alchemist of Black Spells 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Breaker the Magical Warrior 7) Magical Exemplar 8) Magical Marionette 9) Magical Marionette 10) Dark Red Enchanter 11) Frequency Magician 12) Frequency Magician 13) Magical Citadel of Endymion 14) Royal Decree 15) Recycle 16) Recycle 17) Mystical Space Typhoon 18) Mystical Space Typhoon 19) Pot of Duality 20) Pot of Duality 21) Pot of Avarice 22) Spell Absorption 23) Spell Absorption 24) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 3xTempest Magician 3xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Arcanite Magician Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality RFGSpoiler Hide - "My Enchanter shall attack your facedown, followed by one exemplar attacking your leftover token, and the other, presuming you reset one of your sheep clouds will attack a generated token." "You would be correct, and I am still left with 1 token."Draw - (d25)[1]"I will set a monster and end my turn."Field:{table=head]1|2|3|4|5-|f|-|-|T-|-|RD|f|-[/table]T- Cloudian Token (DEF)(0/0)RD- Royal DecreeLP:7700Spoiler Hide Hand: Spoiler Hide Salvage Honest Cloudian - Sheep Cloud Facedown: Spoiler Hide M Cloudian – Sheep Cloud (2) S/T Mystical Space Typhoon (4) GY: Spoiler Hide Advanced Ritual Art Giant Trunade Cloudian – Smoke Ball Cloudian – Smoke Ball Dark Factory of Mass Production Mystical Space Typhoon Pot of Avarice Salvage Happy Lover Herald of Orange Light Cloudian - Sheep Cloud RFG: Spoiler Hide - Heralding Fairies Spoiler Hide 1. Herald of Orange Light 2. Herald of Orange Light 3. Herald of Perfection 4. Herald of Perfection 5. Herald of Perfection 6. Honest 7. Happy Lover 8. Happy Lover 9. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 10. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 11. Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands 12. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 13. Garlandorf, King of Destruction 14. Cloudian – Smoke Ball 15. Senju of the Thousand Hands 16. Senju of the Thousand Hands 17. Dark Factory of Mass Production 18. Preparation of Rites 19. Preparation of Rites 20. Preparation of Rites 21. Dawn of the Herald 22. Dark Hole 23. Pot of Avarice 24. Royal Decree Extra Deck 1. Stardust Dragon 2. Stardust Dragon 3. Red Dragon Archfiend 4. Red Dragon Archfiend 5. Goyo Guardian 6. Ancient Sacred Wurm 7. Ancient Fairy Dragon 8. Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier 9. Black Rose Dragon 10. Black Rose Dragon 11. Avenging Knight Parshath 12. Avenging Knight Parshath 13. Iron Chain Dragon 14. Iron Chain Dragon 15. Thought Ruler Archfiend "Right my draw then."(1d24)[4]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|ME|ME|DRE|TM-|-|f|-|-[/table]ME-Magical Exemplar-1700/1400 (6/6 Spell counters)DRE-Dark Red Enchanter-5000/2200(12 Spell Counters)TM-Tempest Magician-2200-1400(1 Spell Counter)Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-3Spoiler Hide Royal Decree Breaker the Magical Warrior Pot of Avarice Alchemist of Black Spells facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Solemn Judgement Deck 24: Spoiler Hide 1) Crusader of Endymion 2) Crusader of Endymion 3) Alchemist of Black Spells 4) Breaker the Magical Warrior 5) Breaker the Magical Warrior 6) Magical Exemplar 7) Magical Marionette 8) Magical Marionette 9) Dark Red Enchanter 10) Frequency Magician 11) Frequency Magician 12) Magical Citadel of Endymion 13) Royal Decree 14) Recycle 15) Recycle 16) Mystical Space Typhoon 17) Mystical Space Typhoon 18) Pot of Duality 19) Pot of Duality 20) Pot of Avarice 21) Spell Absorption 22) Spell Absorption 23) Threatening Roar Extra DeckSpoiler Hide 3x Explosive Magician 2xTempest Magician 2xArcanite Magician Goyo Guardian Black Rose Dragon Brionac Dragon of the Ice Barrier Stardust Dragon Black-Winged Dragon GraveyardSpoiler Hide Frequency Magician Red Dragon Archfiend Spell Power Grasp Magical Citadel of Endymion Spell Power Grasp Magical Marionette Arcanite Magician Spell Power Grasp Pot of Duality Alchemist of Black Spells RFGSpoiler Hide - "First I'll switch Alchemist to attack mode then use his effect to go back into defense and place a spell counter on enchanter. then I'll remove 2 counters from my greater exemplar to re-summon Frequency Magician, who I'll tune to Alchemist to summon Tempest Magician, whose effect I'll now activate for the game. Any response?"((Field before Tempest's effect.)) "No response" ((Good game, though on the last turn I had lots of options of how to perform a kill. Any tips on how to get the deck able to setup quicker?)) ((A few cards you "might" consider...Summoner Monk as a way to get a TunerRoyal Magical Library possibly as added drawToon Table of Contents X3 as a simple way to thin your deck and get countersI would drop the Spell Absorptions as they don't really help you kill the opponent or thin the deck, or neutralize a threat.Maybe think Book of Moon for dealing with threats...And don't forget about Dark Hole!I guess it really depends on how much you want to focus on the "counter" aspect of the deck.))

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP Exhibition - jindra34 vs theterran

LORETech ((Lucid and Puzz))

The last tendrils of smog slowly spiraled up into the clear night sky as the factories shut down on the edge of the city. Now it was the shop, the restaurants, the clubs and the cafes' turns to be bustling with life and people. The early evening air was warm and dry and stars began to speckle the skyline as the sun finished setting on the horizon. Children ran through the park at the center of town and around the large oak tree by the bridge that went over the artificial stream, goldfish shining as she swam about in the lantern light.Not too far from the park was a specialty tattoo parlor, said to be one of the bests in the area and have some of the best service. The woman who ran it was pretty, her platinum blonde hair cut short and curved around her cheeks, faded copper highlights striping it. She dressed for the job, a simple white blouse that she kept the sleeves rolled up, fitted faded gray trousers and tall worn out brown boots that came to her knees. The two belts at her hip kept her from having to worry about a purse that would have a strap easy to grab out in the market, each pouch sewn on. There was the fainted peek of a ruby colored corset under her blouse as she leaned forward, going over receipts and designs that had been done during the day. Despite her working for a tattoo parlor, she had no visible in on her body besides that on her fingertips from a pen that didn't want to agree with her earlier.She lived in the apartment above tattoo parlor behind the neon sign that read "Ink This" but she kept heavy dark drapes to keep out the light while she wasn't working since that light was rarely ever off.She sighed to herself as she looked over the appointment book. "Another slow night," She said to herself as she sat down in the large swivel desk chair, tossing the book aside and taking a long sip from a glass of water. A few blocks away, a honky tonk bar was filled with noise from its excited piano player and the burlesque dancers who were putting on a lewd comedy for the usual men who had come in. Old businessmen inviting clients to a good time, young husbands escaping their nagging wives and reminiscing of the days when her body didn't resemble a sack of rotten potatoes. And finally the dapper young man with strange hair, tattoos on his face and rather androgynous features. Though, within the handsome shirt and vest were small breasts and a slender woman's shape.Kalin Wolfbanetook a sip of her whiskey, hoping that the law the senator was speaking of would finally be abolished. It was about time women were allowed to drink, from what Kalin had seen, it would be a necessity in this city. The wave of the future. Alcohol in a woman's liver. Why, it was the next best thing since airships, she'd dare to proclaim! Kalin downed the last of the whiskey and tossed a bill onto the counter. She saw a man's wallet leaning out of his pocket as he leaned forwards to get a better look at the lovely gams. Kalin took advantage of this and snatched the wallet from him, quickly pulling the bills out before tossing it aside and heading out the back door. She counted her bounty, a measly fifty. But at least it would do, maybe she could get one of those robots to help her about the house and tell jokes. As long as it wasn't too noisy like the more economical models she had seen.Feeling the tattoos on her face, she pondered upon getting more along her body. Kalin paused to look up at the rather dark airship descending from the smog-laden sky, only for a moment before ducking into a rather peculiar tattoo parlor."Good evening." She said, thankful that her voice was that of a young boy, "I believe I had an appointment. You see, my name is Sir Seymour Butts." Kalin lied outright, praying to the Muses that her guess was correct. Summer looked up from her lack of work and at the person in front of her. "I do not believe that I have an appointment for that name at the time. However, since you can see that I am practically dead for the night, I can serve you. What would you like?" She asked pulling out a large book of designs and laying out on the desk, leaning forward. "Would you like anything fresh to drink?" she asked. Her shop had a reputation of great service, she even catered to the needs of her not so tough customers with a special ointment that slightly numbed the area, in fact, she sold jars of it behind the counter, all with labels that read "Calming Ooze" with a list of uses underneath.She tried to figure this person out. "And I will need to see an ID. I can't be giving under aged teens tattoos without parents approval," she added as she waited for the person's decision, walking out from behind her desk and leaning against it. "No thank you, I'm quite fresh as it is." She grinned at her own little joke and looked through the designs, pondering upon getting one on her bottom. Yes, that would be quite amusing. Having Bridget's Crest upon her butt cheek, a symbol of love and fertility. Kalin arched her back at the thought in a highly feminine gesture."I assure you, I am of age." Kalin frowned sternly, looking at Summer straight in the eyes. She felt herself get nervous. Gah... What was she to do now?"Unless you'd rather I took my business elsewhere? And from what you can see, I do treat my body as a canvas." Kalin spoke, showing off the abstract tattoos she had on either cheek. She gave a wave of her hand. "Standard procedure. I have to follow rules you know. As long as you look under the age of 40, I have to card you. I take pride in my shop, I like to keep my standards. I'll take your word on it. Wadsworth!" She called moving away from the desk for a moment.There was the sound of small tires on the tile floors and then the sound of a mechanical voice with a British accent. "Yes, Madam Summer," it stated."Go prep the room for me, get it nice and clean," She said not even looking at it."Yes Ma'am." It responded before going off to follow orders.Summer turned back to her customer. "Anyways. Decided yet? Just tell me what and where. And if you're sensitive about someone seeing your body, you have the option of either me or Wadsworth doing your tattoo, though I can't promise he'll be as gentle." Kalin let a small grin crack across her lips as Summer finally gave in. She was reasonably unnerved when she witnessed the vaguely humanoid shape wheel into the room, its head resembling a teapot with the handle and spout cut off. Goddamn automatons... They were an abomination in her eyes. The Muses created man in their visage, and for man to replicate that in such a horrendous manner bordering on parody! Regardless, Kalin was a modern woman, of logic and money-minded business. Yes, she should think of the benefits of having an automaton, while ugly aesthetics were but the only downside."I'd like Bridget's Crest on my left butt cheek." She said in a shameless manner that belonged to an ignorant child, "And I'd rather you do it." Kalin purred softly, rather enjoying Summer's striking appearance and inviting company. The strange 'boy' ignored the figures a swathed in black armor and helmets walking down the street. Probably the Empires' new soldiers or whatever. She nodded after a while with a smirk. It wasn't a choice for a young man, she knew that. She knew some women would do anything for a hard drink. "Sure think. How big do...." She trailed off as her eyes drifted to the window, that wasn't the armor she recognized marching down the streets, she'd know, she had several of the Empire's men in here just last month, all of them had heard of her services, and wanted her mark left on them.She went behind the desk and grabbed something from under it, putting it on the loop on her belt before walking back over to her customer. "Those aren't the Empire's soliders..." she said sounding a little unnerved. "And I don't think that's a good thing, either. I suggest that you wait until tomorrow to get your tattoo. " Kalin's eyebrows furrowed, "Now hold your horses, just because some weirdo in armor walks down the street you're not going to give me service?" She said, disbelieving. Any response Kalin would have heard was washed away by the low boom of an airship activating its engines and making a rough landing. Soldiers flooded out, the dropship quickly departing away as the men held their musket rifles and began to rush down the streets.Kalin reached into her back trousers and pulled out a lavish, silver revolver that had probably belonged to a government official of some sort. She held it at her side, leveled on her waist."Well, this is nothing short of unexpected." She said in a shaky tone. "Wadsworth," She called out, keeping her eyes on the windows as she backed up slowly towards a door."Yes, Madam?" He wheeled back into room."Home security mode," She said with a nod to her customer to follow her. "This way," she said simply."They shall taste my plasma riffle," He said in reply as his arms switched out, giving off a faint flow.She opened the door, revealing a flight of stairs. "Follow me, It will be safer up here. Wadsworth will keep an eye out and send a command to servo," she pointed to a strange part of the ceiling," and he'll take down who enters. Don't get nervous, and I sure hope you're not trigger happy, the last thing we need right now is an accident." Kalin watched in wonder as the robot's arms seemed to transform into rather fearsome plasma rifles. She shuddered slightly and decided to ponder upon such things later, when they actually had time to. Kalin was from the eastern continent, as was evident from her hair. People were mostly ignorant and more focused on agrarian achievements rather than inventing calculators and automatons. She kept her gun leveled as they proceeded into the attic, her eyes glowing a light shade of glacier once they were inside. Another thing about the people from the Eastern Continent, they could see in the dark.Two soldiers walked up to the door and bashed the lock in, "Everyone put your bloody hands up!" The leader said in a northern accent, holding the flint lock rifle out. The power armor he wore spat out steam with every brusque movement, the gears shifting noisily. Summer quickly slammed the heavy metal door to the attic as they reached the top, a high speed mechanical whirring picking up and the sound of gunfire and then a couple of of heavy thuds. Summer locked the door and let out a sigh, placing her pistol back on the loop on her belt. "Until they can get a heavy plasma saw up here, we're safe," she said gesturing to the door. "And there is only one in the city," she pointed to the one on the wall, it seemed homemade and a little on the old side, a picture of an old man with a little girl in his lap hung above it. Kalin examined all the equipment and trinkets that were sewn about the attic. She examined a doll, an old painting and an instrument she could not recognize. Hiding the gun in the back of her trousers, she pulled her suit back over it and tried looking for a window."Who do you suppose those were? I bet you ten dollars they're those fools from the southern continent!" She said excitedly, always eager to bet. Usually, she won.Norm was a former General from the Southern Continent. A slightly aged man with a droopy face, loose gray hair and perfectly round spectacles. He was clothed in the very unflattering battle suit, company policy. Proceeding down the deserted streets of the area that had just recently been cleared, he looked around satisfactorily."Very nice, men, very nice. Your employers will be pleased." He said, frowning at a building that still had cogs sticking out of its walls, still in motion. With the pistons working hard. A soap factory. Norm let it be, a few extra bars of soap wouldn't hurt anyone. He ordered two men to take the building and gather the supplies. This town was of no use to anyone except LORETech now.(feel free to introduce his right hand man or woman or anything. :3 ) A slender woman with high set cheekbones stepped into the light. "You know we should be collecting subjects too, we have a deadline and we need to continue our tests. Would you like me to call the trucks in to start gathering people...with or without discrimination?" She spoke calmly, a notebook in her hand and a pen poised for taking notes. She looked at him from behind thin rimmed glasses that had metal roses worked along the sides. She was pretty, long nearly black hair flowing in waves to mid back.Summer opened another door and walked in. "This way," she said simply, peeking out the door. "If you want a bite to eat and wash up that is," she added, brushing her hair out of her face. She walked into the room and turned on a dim light that caused the doorway to give an inviting glow. The clockwork on Norm's battle armor sped up as he crossed his arms, a bit of steam shooting out of the shoulder of it."Yes, start gathering people. But, have the Southerners put on a different truck. And propose this to the higher ups; people of different race have different genetic makeup. Should keep them occupied for quite awhile." Norm smirked arrogantly and proceeded into the factory. Long beams of light shot in through the glass roof of the factory, coating the workstations and vats of liquid soap in a sepia glow."Have this area cleared out entirely, I find it ideal for a new set of barracks while we occupy this region." His wise, booming voice projected throughout the large space.Kalin slid inside, peeking through first. She removed her fedora and finally walked inside. It was like a tiny room. With a fridge, a proper faucet and a rather comfy looking cot. The lank woman quickly looked inside the fridge and stuffed her mouth with ham, having not eaten since yesterday."Where dif loo get thif fham?" She had already gotten a bit more comfortable and she was checking the phone to see if it worked. She had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her arms from the sleeves, leaving it tucked into her pants. She turned to looked at her after hanging the phone back up. "There is a small market down the street I do all my shopping at, they give me a good price." She said as she sat on the cot and pulled a picture from the wall, dusting it off and staring into it.The woman got on the radio and started making her report on what was going on and what they planned to do. She hung up and looked to a few men who had dragged along a couple of their number behind them and explaining what they found. The woman looked as if this was no surprise. She walked back over to him. "The boys found two dead, killed by plasma weapons, found them outside a tattoo shop called Ink This," she told him, the men behind her nodding. Kalin stuffed the rest of the ham into her mouth and swallowed painfully. The rather intrusive woman then turned to her savior and peeked over her shoulder at the picture. She robbed a slightly lustful gaze at the girl's shapely form and ample bust. Now, if she was wearing a proper dress instead of these dreadful work clothes... Kalin allowed her mind to wander for a second before focusing on the picture once more.The lines on Norm's face grew even deeper at this news, "Plasma weapons!? Intel stated these people were somewhat primitive. Clear them out." He hissed, and then noticed the soldiers shifting nervously in place. Norm rolled his eyes and tore the submachine gun from one of them, "Let me show you how we used to do it." He growled. Cocking the gun, he allowed them to escort him to the store. Norm then went around to the alley and shot at the wooden part of the wall before kicking it open and firing blindly into the first floor. It was a picture of the man again, like the one over the plasma saw. She let out a sigh and murmured something that sounded like a promise before putting it back She shot up when she heard the gunfire below and killed the lights instantly and pinning the girl down to the bed quickly. "Keep quiet," she whispered."Ah Sir. I must inform you that you are trespassing on the property of the Neils. You have until the end of this nursery rhyme to leave the premises. Ou clair..." It was Wadsworth, glowing green from the light of plasma riffles built into his arms. Two turrets lowered from the ceiling.The woman, her name Elizabeth, had followed behind, to take notes of the events. She pulled on Norm's arm when the robot began to speak, stating the family name. "Sir, I suggest we get out of here," she said in a nervous voice. "Now. Sir, It's him, the one who got away." Kalin yipped as she was suddenly pulled into bed with the woman, "Don't you think it's a little soon?" She whispered, nuzzling and nipping at her neck playfully. The Strange Woman rested her hands on Summer's waist, surprised by the tightness of it. Most women in this city were not physically fit, as they were often flaunted like toys or symbols of power. Not like in the Eastern Continent. Goddamn rich people...Norm hesitated and quickly retreated, gesturing for the soldiers to follow him, "Yes, Our Clair... I remember him." His frown grew furious at the memory. The smell and feel of mud, rain rusting his armor and clawed gauntlets mere inches from his face. No, he was just a rookie back then. That fool wouldn't run him out of his current status, oh no."Elizabeth, I want you to search through our files and look for Ou Clair. Have one of the publishing houses here print out a lithograph with a picture of him on it. Distribute it to the areas where bounty hunters might be interested. Bring him to mealive." He hissed, tossing the rifle back at one of the soldiers, "And have my claws polished and repaired. My rapier as well." Summer nearly fell onto the floor as she jumped. "What the heck do you think you're doing?!" she said in a hoarse whispered. She turned the lights back on when she stopped hearing noise from downstairs. Her face was dark red, either out of anger or out of embarrassment. "I don't know what's going through that head of yours, but this is no time to get all touchy feely," she added."Yes, Sir, " Elizabeth responded, as they headed back. Brian "Ou Clair" Neils was the man's full name, no one in LORETech had heard anything of him in nearly 18 years now. She got to her work as soon as they returned and send an errand boy off to have the lithographs made. Something was odd though. When the errand boy returned to say that they were being printed, he informed her that according to the owner or the publishing house that the man died a couple years back of a heart attack, shortly after his wife. She went to tell norm, though she didn't know if he would be happy about it. "Uhm, Sir," she started. "I might have something you wish to hear." Kalin blinked, "Well, you pull me into bed. A man thinks things, you know?" Keeping up with the facade, even though one could easily determine at this point that she wasn't a male at all."And it looks like we're going to die soon, might as well have a little fun before we go." She grinned wittily, her lower lip jutting out in a teasing manner. Kalin approached the door and pressed an ear to it curiously, "Think we can leave now? I'm getting a little bored of just sitting here."Norm looked over a map of the city in the repurposed soap factory. The soldiers' cots were already being moved in, along with other things. He had taken off his battle armor and redressed in his officer's uniform, no longer seeing any need for the suit now that the city was entirely occupied."What is it, Elizabeth?" He gave her his bitteryou're interrupting melook. "We're not going to be dying anytime soon if I have anything to say about it," She said pulling out a box from under the bed and opening it. She pulled out a riffle and tossed it at him. "You know how to use one of these?" she said as she pulled out the other one. It was a plasma riffle like one of the ones in Wadsworth's arms, but adapted for human use. She held hers against her shoulder just as another woman would check to see if a top still fit. "Besides, you're not my type," she added."Sir....He's already dead. According to the citizens, he died a couple of years ago...of a heart attack. It was shortly after his wife died and they mentioned something about a daughter," She said removing her glasses, and looking at him. "He was known for for his advancements with robotics and the use of plasma weapons. Perhaps we just stumbled upon his home." She looked a little concerned actually. Kalin yipped a bit, fumbling with the rifle in her hands before getting a firm grip. Thankfully, it was one of those fancy new ones that didn't need gunpowder or anything. Just the bullets and the cocking mechanism. She got a feel for it before aiming the long rifle about, "Well, why not? I'm charming and beautiful and quite literate if I say so myself." She rolled her eyes, completely appalled that someone would not be interested in her, "Maybeyou'renotmytype."Norm seemed to be having a stroke as he stood there and shook in utter rage. However, he slowly contained himself and glared down at the map. He gripped the table for several seconds, pondering on weather he should throw it over or not."Go to his home, and capture his daughter. As for the bastard automaton who's guarding it, turn him into scrap metal. We're short on tanks." He said, the soldiers behind him fumbling uneasily."Now!" Norm roared, his voice echoing throughout the huge factory. The soldiers quickly skittered off, "I'm sure our employers will be highly satisfied with Ou Clair's genes." Norm stated lowly. She looked up at her and stood, resting the weapon over her shoulder, putting her free hand on her hip. She only looked at her, standing there in her tight work pants, her blouse hanging around her hips and her corset the only covering her torso. "Look. We have a powerful organization that's probably taken control of the city. If we leave, we'll most likely be shot down within two seconds. Here we have food and we have two lines of defenses before they could get to us. Which do you like the sound of better?""Right on it, Sir," she said, bowing and rushing out of the room. She knew that it wasn't good to be in his company when he was mad about something. She sent out a group of 12 skilled men and radioed higher ups of what was going on. "Where's the part where you kiss me?" Kalin wondered, her superb acting skills allowing the question to actually sound honest. She sighed and sat down next to the fridge, resting the gun on her lap and then turning to Summer, "So how did you get into tattooing? It's not exactly a respectable profession for a woman." She leaned back on the chair, making sure the rifle was loaded once more before aiming it at the door nonchalantly.Norm soon joined Elizabeth as his soldiers tossed a grenade through the hole he had made earlier."I just had an idea. Demolish the house." He ordered, his eyes turning to one of the massive transports down the street. It could easily plow through the house if the driver was brave enough. Norm crossed his arms behind his back, regarding a few of the structure's features with his spectacles. That low cobblestone wall would be a little bit of trouble. She simply raised an eyebrow then plopped herself down on the cot. "It was my father's business. I took over when he died a couple of years ago. He passed on what knowledge he could before he died, tips on how to repair Wadsworth, how he work and how to fix the turret system. He was very protective of me, and I didn't want to loose what he left for me. So here I am, permanently leaving my mark on people," she said with a grin, laying down on the bed with a sigh. "And what do you do for a living? Besides give charming girls fake names to get something you want. Seymore Butts, you gotta be kidding me, I haven't heard that one since I was five," she said with a laugh."Demolish, Sir? But She'd get injured. Don't we need her alive?" Elizabeth looked shocked at the idea of taking down a whole building for just one little girl. Though they had no idea just how old she was. She covered her ears as the blast went off. They used a elogrenade, it did horrible things to machinery and not very great things to the surroundings either.Summer shot up again as the building shook, killing the lights again and peeling back the curtains of the window slowly, just a sliver so she could see outside. "Crap, they're back." Kalin listened intently to the tale, chuckling softly at the bit about leaving her mark on people. She smiled warmly, "I get around a bit." Her gaze grew nostalgic as she thought of her younger days. Leaping about rooftops, gathering a few pennies so she could buy herself a meal. Good times, fun times. Now it was more about alluring foolish young women and stealing their purses when they weren't looking. She laughed lightly, the sound clear as bells."You'd be surprised at how many people fall for that one." She smirked. Then their conversation was soon halted, though, by a sudden tremor. Kalin shot up from her chair and followed Summer to the window, "Should I shoot them?" She asked."Yes, Demolish!" He snapped at her comment, "And if she is his daughter, she'll survive." He growled. Norm stepped aside and gestured for the truck to drive into the house. He waited for the driver to follow orders. "If they get through the attic door, then you can," She said as she went and grabbed the large plasma saw from the wall. It was nearly as big as her. It wouldn't stop any bullets but it would quickly tear apart anyone who got too close to her once it was started up. She put just inside the door of the small room. "You keep your eye on the door, I'll keep my eye out to see if any head in,"she said as she gently pushed the window open a crack, pointing the gun though the opening."Ye...Yes sir," she said as she went over and instructed the driver. She seemed to be yelling at him but he nodded furiously shortly and started up the engine, backing up to ram the building at full speed. Elizabeth walked back over to Norm. "Taken care of, Sir," she said as she turned to watch, the soldiers moving away from the building and to a safer distance as the vehicle started to charge at the building.Her eyes went wide. "GET DOWN," she yelled as she pulled the mattress off the bed and pulled the strange woman to the floor roughly, pulling the mattress over them. Kalin's eyes widened at the announcement, "What!? But the floor's dirty!Ah!" She yipped as she was forcefully pulled down, ruining that very expensive vest she had just gotten. However, her priorities were rearranged when she felt the very ground shake and tilt. Heavy wooden sticks pounded the mattress as the roof collapsed, one of them landing on Kalin's exposed ankle and nearly breaking it.Norm grinned widely as the truck that was no on the street on the other side of the house started making its way back to the barracks. He approached the rubble of the destroyed building and took out a revolver, ornate with visages of gargoyles and Muses. Making sure it was loaded, he began to kick the wooden beams and rubble aside, keeping the gun outstretched just in case. He wished those rookies would hurry up polishing his claws, it was moments like these that he needed them. She held the mattress over them, even after everything stopped moving, the sound of thing still slightly moving around them, but the ground stopped moving. She let out a low and quiet grunt and then nudge the other. "you okay?" she asked in a quiet whisper. "Don't move, and keep quiet."Elizabeth had climbed up a bit higher on the pile of rubble, to get a better view of everything around. She had her white pistol in her hand, it almost looked as if it had been made from ivory and was probably more for show than for using. She kept looking around then noticed something odd, a bit of mattress stuck out from the rubble, but it seemed curved, even under the weight of the pieces of roof that lay over it. "Sir,' she said simply, pointing over to it. "Yeah, I'm fine." Kalin grunted, breathing heavily at the pain that came from her ankle. Her fists tightened and she grunted once more, biting down on her hand in an effort to feel better. Though, her attention was soon drawn upwards as the mattress was removed from them.Norm aimed his pistol down at the pair, pulling back the hammer. He aimed it at the girl with the corset on, who bore a strong ressemblance to her father."Ms. Ou Clair, I believe you have been cornered." He announced with a hint of pride in his stern, lecturing voice. Norm glanced over at Kalin, "And while indulging in the pleasures of a man who is not rightfully yours, I see." Norm teased, "I always thought Ou Clair's daughter would be a bit educated. But I see I am wrong." Norm took a few steps back and ordered the soldiers to tie up and transport the two women. As two of the soldiers walked towards them, her hand quickly went to her belt. In a flash, her pistol was in her hand and she fired, getting on square in the face before getting the other one as well, both falling to the ground. She stood up and pointed her gun towards Norm. "Who the hell are you and what do you want with me? And how do you know my father?" She was angry. Her father told her that some really horrible people called him Our Clair or Ou Clair which meant 'In Light'.Elizabeth raised her pistol to the females that were under the mattress and smirked at the thought of Ou Clair's daughter being nothing but a little skank. "You even think of shooting little girl, and I'll take off your hand," she said tightening her grip on the gun. Norm's aim wavered slightly as she threatened him. His eyebrows knit together and he bravely took a step forwards, "That is not your place to ask. Now you will submit peacefully lest I have to kill both you and your very obviously homosexual mate." He hissed, glaring at Kalin with disdain. They disgusted him, the fools. Thinking they had some sort of choice on whether they could be with a person of their own sex or not. If he were a Muse, Norm would have had all of them die upon birth.Kalin bit her lip and slowly rose, tossing her gun aside and raising her hands. The last thing she wanted to be was dead. Though, she was terribly irritated by the comment, "I'll have you know that I am a man." She growled, attempting to keep the lie up. "I'll go quietly...if you answer my questions that is. If not, I'll kill myself, obviously you need me for something, or you would have just killed me on the spot," she said lowering her gun just a little. She definitely Ou Clair's daughter, just as stubborn and not one who would give in easily or would give in only on their terms. It was obvious that she wasn't going to give in until she got what she wanted.Elizabeth didn't like this girl one bit, she was ignorant and talked out of turn, like she didn't know her place. It disgusted her. And the other, she still was wondering if the person was gender confused or was just trying to get what they wanted. She knew that women weren't allowed to drink and they had come across a few who dressed as men to get the, in her opinion, vile drink. Norm growled softly, "I will tell you nothing, you may as well just shoot yourself now." He said, calling her bluff."Are you all just going to sit there!?" He hissed at the soldiers standing several feet away. At his words, they instantly raised their rifles and closed in on Norm's sides, flanking the Ou Clair Girl. Norm's finger slid into the trigger of his pistol.Kalin slid out from under the mattress, rising and wincing painfully at the sensation that came from her ankle. Unable to find her gun under the rubble, she began to slowly attempt to make a quiet exit. She just hoped that powerful looking woman next to Norm wouldn't notice him. Those spectacles made her look all the more hawk-like. She put her own gun up to her head. "All the knowledge on robotics and the plans for plasma weapons my father design die with me. ALL OF IT. There is no notebook you'll find, no records on any of it. It's valuable information that any organization wants, information that would bring a lot of power. I can draw up any of the blueprints from memory because he had me study them. Do you want to loose that?" She asked, standing there with her finger on the trigger held to her temple. What they didn't know is that she had two settings on the gun, one that was lethal, and one that shot out a blood colored pellet that bursts on contact."Stop right there. If you think you're going anywhere you're mistaken," Elizabeth said in the direction of the other. Two guards were quickly on her, blocking her path. Norm's eyebrow raised to a remarkable point as he judged her. A long moment passed before he finally lowered his aim, "We are working for an organization called LORETech. They ordered us to occupy this city and round up the inhabitants. That is all I know." He said, though kept his aim at her legs just in case. The jittery soldiers quickly approached her, attempting to wrestle the gun out of her hand.Kalin raised her hands defensively and smiled unevenly, "Huh? What are you talking about? Oh! You think I'm with her? Oh no, I assure you, this is all a grave misunderstanding." She chuckled uneasily and picked up her Bogart from the ground, dusting it off before fitting the hat over her head. "Let them go. Your thugs came into my store while I was consulting with a customer. Couldn't exactly kick them out and have them fend for themself," She said as she tightened her finger on the trigger as the guards came closer. "Stay back or I pull," She said glaring at the men who neared her. "Put your weapons down and I'll put mine down. I said I'll go quietly if you answer my questions. How do you know my father?" she asked, turning her attention back to Norm."We need as many people we can get. Why should we let this one go?" She asked glaring from Summer to Kalin. The men kept blocking the way, looking down at Kalin with a look as if they planned to hurt her if she decided to act up. They slowly retreated back to Norm's side. Norm was growing quite impatient and had actually considered shooting her once or twice just to get it over with. He slowly lowered his pistol and slid it into its ornate holster."I was a bounty hunter long ago, and I was hired to find your father. He defeated me, the amount of times he did is innumerable." He glanced to Elizabeth, "Put your weapon down." He ordered to his right hand."Because I'm quite charming and plenty of women would miss me if you didn't let me go." Kalin chuckled uneasily, trying her best to get away, "Would you like me to beg?" Elizabeth lowered her gun as did the two blocking the path of Kalin. She glared at both of them in anger.Summer lowered her weapon as well. "Alright then. I'll come quietly as agreed." she said as she put her gun in the loop behind her belt and put her hands up to show that nothing was in the. "One last thing. You let'm go, I'm sure one less will be no loss with the information that you'll be getting." She had been doing it to protect Kalin the whole time. She would feel guilty if something happened to someone else because of her, especially if it were something as bad as death. They were escorted towards one of the many metal trucks. Soon enough, they were covered from all sides and the hatch closed with a loudclang!, surrounding them in darkness. Kalin sighed and tried to look at her hands through the dark, "So uh... Yeah. Who was your dad, anyways?" She looked in the general direction of Summer, holding her arm to make sure the woman was there. Kalin absolutely detested talking to herself. Why, it reminded her on one occasion that she was so insanely bored that she began speaking to her dim-witted dog. That wasn't one of her best days. Especially the part where she began kissing him after having too much whiskey.Norm huffed in anger but soon calmed down, "Such deplorable women. They are rather suited for each other, no? One doesn't know her place and the other is confused about her gender. Whatever happened to asylums? Weren't we supposed to round up these individuals and toss them in there?" He shook his head, but soon let the topic go, "Elizabeth, you are relieved. Tomorrow morning we will mobilize half of our forced to the LORETech facility and work there as security guards. Bring the power armor as well, our employers say we will need all the help we can get." Summer shook her head in the dark and kept her eyes down. "I knew he was an inventor, but not much other than that. He said that he quit his job somewhere so that he could live with my mother and myself and tinker all he wanted. I didn't know about anything in his past from before I was a little kid. I had an accident when I was really young, I think I had tagged along with him to work one day and I fell. I don't remember really," she said letting out a slow sigh.Elizabeth nodded and took off her glassed. She bowed her head a little and looked up to him. "Yes, Sir," she said and then walked off to relax for the rest of the night. Kalin yipped as the truck's tires jumped over a rock. After about two hours they slowed to a stop at a very low, square structure mostly made of modern building materials. Two smokestacks belched black smoke into the sky and guards surrounded the structure. Guiding endless lines of men women and children into the facility."Do you think the Emperor knows about this?" Kalin asked, knowing that Summer was the more enlightened of the two. Kalin's education was restricted to what she learned from the deplorable types on the streets of the city. Those who tricked others with playing card illusions and stole them out of their money.Night came and Norm was writing in his diary. Penning the last few lines, he turned off the lamp by his desk and allowed the ink to dry. He heard footsteps by his bedroom, "Elizabeth, come in." He said impatiently, his hands shifting through the books inside the bag he usually carried on his person when moving to a new base. She kept her eyes forwards as they were ushered in. "I have a feeling he knows. HE was probably bullied into letting it happen. Blackmail works on everyone, whether if it's about something true or not," She said in a hushed tone. She looked to the others being brought in once they entered and watched as they were separated into groups depending on their race. "Looks like we're about to get split up," She said in a hushed tone.She opened the door slowly. "Sir, those two girls are here. Do you want the one we need separated from the rest of the subjects to get the information from her?" She asked as she stepped into the room and looked at him. Kalin sighed, looking at the other people from the Eastern Continent. With their dark skin and exotic hair colors. It was easy to separate them from the rest. Though, curiously enough, Kalin and Summer were guided down a different hall than the rest. Guided by two soldiers, soon the halls grew silent. Only interrupted by the clicking and hissing of the power armor both soldiers wore. One of them advanced towards a metal door and opened it, revealing a room with naught but two chairs inside of it. Stiff wooden chairs.Kalin swallowed, "Do we get a radio?" She smiled unevenly."We can use the other one to coax her. It's evident that Du Clair doesn't want to drag anyone else into this." Norm pulled out a fantasy novel and set it on his nightstand before beginning to move out of the room."Elizabeth, what are you doing after this job?" He asked as he headed down the hall with her. Summer looked to the men who nodded in the room before nearly pushing them both in. They closed the door behind them and stood in front of it, blocking the way out. "Sit," one of them ordered gruffly, nodding towards the chairs. Summer went over and sat down in the chair, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap, sitting up straight. She motioned for Kalin to follow. "Best we do as they say for now," she said simply in a hushed tone.Elizabeth seemed to go into thought for a moment. "Sir, I really haven't thought of it. There aren't many decent occupations for women these days, and even fewer that I am not over qualified for," she said looking back to Norm, pushing her glasses up her nose.

LORETech ((Lucid and Puzz))

A Little Too Super (vweight x Aercey)

The full moon glimmered softly in the clear night sky as it bathed the sleeping New York City with its pale light. But of course even after midnight the city cod never really be considered asleep could it? Sirens could be heard in the distance as perps were chased. The rattle of the trains careening down their rickety tracks and drunken laughter or yelling all polluted the otherwise calm night air.On the border of downtown and the residential area, where the office buildings weren't quite so large and the new were mixed in with the old, a new alarm leant it's voice to the menagerie of night time foley, followed shortly by sirens closing in on its position.The alarm was coming from an unimpressive building with no distinguishing characteristics outside of being home to a small experimental technology firm funded by private investors. One of the floor to ceiling windows on the shadow side of the building had been shattered, and a figure currently stood casually at the windows edge. The figure wore a navy blue body suit and full face mask which hugged his cut figure snugly. His torso was covered by a unique bullet proof vest comprised of molded, angular Kevlar plates mounted to a sturdy fiber weave.The figure's head cocked to the side as the sirens reached his ears."And that's the sign of a job not so well done. Oh well, time to leave. But first lets put this away."He placed what appeared to be a metallic gold disk that had been obtained inside the building, into his CamelBak, careful not to puncture the water bladder, before reshouldering the pack. He retreated back into the depths of the hallway he'd been standing in, then sprinted back towards the window ledge. He crouched, legs tensed in preparation for a jump, and then a pillar of ice suddenly burst from beneath him, launching him out the window and through the air.The man "whooed" jubilantly as he arced over the alley beneath, and landed in a roll on the roof of the building over."I never get tired of that."Then he took off running across the rooftops, vaulting sky lights and air conditioning units with ease, and leaping over alleys with the assistance of more ice pillars as the police arrived at the now vacated office building. It was a noisy city, that much was certain. Slender fingertips drifted along an alley wall as the girl closed her eyes and listened while seeming to wander aimlessly. Truth be told it was a rarely clear alley so she had little risk of running into much of anything and she wasn't terribly worried about running into anyone. Perhaps she was indeed a girl walking alone in the city, but she had a few tricks a lot of other girls couldn't rely on. Her 'rape whistle' was... particularly effective.Long raven hair was streaked with neon pink and tied back into a long ponytail. The hand drifting along the wall was wearing a fingerless leather glove that matched the black leather vest worn open on her torso. It was likely that at one point the vest had been a jacket given the ragged edges where sleeves used to be, and under it was a tight-fitting white t-shirt with "The Ramones" scrawled across it. Completing the outfit was a pair of run down jeans tuckes into bar-laced converse sneakers with bright pink laces that matched her hair. Her left hand didn't wear a glove, but along her wrist was a number of brightly colored bands, all neon in blue, green, and of course more pink. Wandering the alley, she was content to merely listen until up ahead she heard a particularly unique noise.Blue eyes opened slowly to notice an ice pillar in the middle of the alley."Mmm. Don't remember that being there..." She remarked to herself before peering upwards to the top. The girl was never one to miss a beat, and after a moment she offered a grin. Her mouth opened, but this time she didn't talk- instead the unmistakable sound of yet another police siren was made, this one being particularly loud. Given the real police cars were far behind, she figured she would at least scare the crap out of whoever made that pillar for a minute or two. The man halted mid stride as a police siren suddenly bleeped from the alley he had just left.Weird, didn't see that when I passed, when did that get there,he wondered.Confused by the car's sudden appearance, he couldn't help but head back to the edge of the roof and peer over its edge. Glancing down either side of the alley, there wasn't a cop car in sight, and he dug a pinky into his ear as if to clear it, for certainly he must have been hearing things incorrectly. The alley's only occupant was a woman. And what an interesting woman it was.Long dark hair with streaks of pink. Vest with frayed shoulders, the sleeves likely having been torn off. Ripped jeans, pink laced Chucks, fingerless gloves and a Ramones t-shirt.The thief mumbled to himself,"Rocker chick? I love rocker chicks."Unwilling to pass up the opportunity to show off to such a catch, the man made his entrance. A platform of ice grew from the side of the building which he stepped onto. The shelf then glided down the side of the building along with its passenger until it reached the asphalt below."Ding ding! First floor, general sexyness."Stepping off the platform, the man strode confidently over to the woman, the makeshift elevator dissipating behind him as he went."Do not be alarmed citizen, ColdFront at your service."ColdFront gave the woman an extravagant bow before before crossing one arm across his chest and casually inspecting the gloved nails on the other."Well I'm sure this is your first time meeting a superhero so I'll be cool and grant you an audience. A M A!"He leaned in a little closer and whispered conspiratorially with one hand to the side of his mouth, as if to prevent others from hearing,"That means 'ask me anything' if your not familiar with leet-speak." The most recent alarm faded into the distance, as though driving off while he pondered the alley 'situation'. She pursed her lips and played it non-chalant, about to start walking again when he made his descent. Raising a brow, she peered upwards, then her gaze levelled as she reached the ground. At his display she quirked her lips before crossing her arms against her chest. When he finished talking, she made a show of looking towards either end of the alley before shrugging and peering towards him one more time."Alright, ace. I'll play your game for a moment. Question one: are you ice base-jumping because the police are after you? Question two: did you know a cop car just rolled through here and saw that other ice pillar?"As she opened her mouth to add a third question she paused as above there was the sudden sound of a helicopter filling the alleyway and from either end one could hear the familiar sirens along with the sound of a man on a bullhorn."THIS IS THE POLICE- WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. LET THE HOSTAGE GO AND YOU WON'T BE HURT!"She somehow managed to keep a straight face- she doubted she'd have him on the hook for long as there were no flashing lights or oppressive helicopter winds, but it was worth it. Her lips curled into a faint smirk as she jerked a thumb behind her."Question three: you think those guys are here for you or me?" ColdFront raised a brow and leaned his head to the side a bit as the woman began interrogating him, thoroughly unsurprised by the man in a costume who just traveled the length of a building on a piece of ice.Not exactly the response I was expecting from an innocent -though eccentrically dressed- bombshell who happened to be wandering a dark alley in the middle of the night where I just heard cop sirens... oh. I guess that is a little too convenient isn't it?ColdFront was about to start answering questions one through three, but the sound of a police chopper and it's passenger cut through the air, interrupting him. He looked up, trying to spot it but saw nothing. It was possible it was blocked by one of the buildings on either side of him though. He decided it was better to be safe than sorry and should leave, but not before he answered at least one of the woman's questions. He jumped straight to three, looking at her and saying flatly,"You. Totally you."Then he turned tail and started running down the length of the alley, screaming as he went,"Rape! Raaaaaape!"If nothing else, he figured he could at least confuse the shit out of any cops that he might run into. At his response she couldn't help but start laughing, one hand pressing to her flat stomach while her other raised and made a circular motion much like a conductor cutting the music as all the of the various sounds suddenly cut off, leaving the alley in suddenly deafening silence- at least compared to a moment ago. She was still laughing however, shaking her head as she turned to start heading in the other direction."Oh yeah, pal. Really setting the bar for meeting my first 'real-live' superhero, aren'tcha Ace. Don't know howanyonewill ever top this particular experience." As he was headed down the alley, hoping to avoid being spotted by the chopper that was buzzing nearby, ColdFront was acutely away when the noise suddenly disappeared as swiftly as the cop car sirens had. He halted in his tracks and looked around, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on here. He quickly considered everything that had happened up to this point.Escape from the building. Make his way across the roofs. Suddenly hear sirens. Look in alley but see sexy rocker chick instead. Sexy rocker chick is way too calm and collected and suddenly a chopper shows up as if on her queue, then suddenly disappears just as quickly without him ever seeing it just like the cop car.It finally clicked.The masked man looked over his shoulder at the woman and thought to himself in an Australian accent,Clever girl.He shook his head briefly before turning to head back towards the woman, now confident that the po po weren't as close as he'd thought. He clapped slowly as he went."Har de har har. Very funny. You got me. But I'll have you know that you just caught me at a bad time in a less than ideal situation. I'm normally much more awesome, but I can't exactly go around beating on cops if I want my reputation to improve now can I? That said, you should give me a hand."The man crossed his well defined arms and shrugged non-chalantly,"Who knows? With powers like that you might be useful. Might even make an adequate side kick." "Yeah, I'm sureallthe superheroes run from the cops, and that it's already super great for your rep."She adjusted her vest and raised a brow over one blue eye before bringing one arm across her body to adjust the multicolored bands that adorned her left wrist."Hmmm, tempting, but I don't really do 'side-kick'. More of a lead singer kind of gal. Besides, don't know how much help I'll be if you're going to be all..." She gestured towards the rooftops with her gloved hand. "Base jumping. Ice jumping... Bice Jumping. Sound is pretty cool but I can't really... fly." Smirking, she crossed her arms against her chest and offered a broad sort of shrug."But if you have an idea I guess I'm all ears. Can't say I had anything else going on tonight." ColdFront gave an exaggerated sigh and gestured animatedly as he spoke,"Alright, fine. We'll skip the side kick phase and jump straight to partner. And I realize this whole running-from-the-cops thing is an awkward situation for everybody, but believe me when I say I'm doing the world a favor right now. It's one of those, ehh, 'I'm the hero they need but not the one they want' kind of things. And as far as transportation goes..."A long oval shaped platform of ice materialized beneath ColdFront's feet with room for a passenger. He held out his hand to help the raven haired woman aboard."...I've got you covered. And yes, I know what they say about getting into a stranger's vehicle, but this isn't technically a vehicle so it totally doesn't count." "Pretty sure it's only a vehiclebytechnicality, ace."She offered a rapidly becoming familiar smirk, running a hand back through her for a moment before shrugging and taking his hand to step onto the oval. She looked down, inspecting it for a moment before glancing back to him."You know, I'm not well versed in ice-travel, so let me just say if I fall off I will at least pop both your ear drums in the worst way possible before I hit the ground. Not sure how easy it is to run around on ice without any inner balance or whatever. Fair warning." She offered an innocent smile as she adjusted her glove again and tugged on her makeshift leather vest. "Name's Jas... Jazz, by-the-by. Since were all into aliases n' whatever." ColdFront looked back at the woman and raised a brow at the warning. Then he grabbed her hands and slowly, as if she might not notice if he was sneaky about it, began to encircle his toned waist with her arms, pulling her close so her chest pressed against his back and speaking as he did so."Well in that case, you should probably hold me extra tight. Because I have no insurance on this thing."He continued while the woman secured herself as best she could,"A pleasure to meet you Jazz. And of course were gonna stick with aliases for now. It's only the first date."And with that, the board and it and it's passengers shot into the air, and began to fly just above the low skyline of the neighborhood. They were moving quickly, but ColdFront was careful not to surprise Jazz by changing direction too suddenly."I gotta head back to my, er, hideout. I'll explain things there."It was only a minute or two later when the board slowed to a stop on the roof of a somewhat dingy looking apartment building, where it dissipated from beneath their feet."We have arrived at our destination. Thank you for flying Air ColdFront. You can let go now. But only if you really want to." While Jazz was young, she wasn'tthatyoung, as evidenced by the rather pleasant cushion pressing against ColdFront's more toned chest- the long t-shirt having not been particularly form flattering and the vest obscured things a little further. She had little problems getting close, hardly the shy sort, and managed not to look terribly concerned."Just watch the dials on the 'stereo', ace."With a blue eyed wink she settled in for the ride. It wasn't necessarily the first time she'd been flown around, but Jazz couldn't say she'd travelled far by air, and certainly not over a few city blocks. Still, while impressed she wasn't one to show it and played it cool, giving him a wry look as they lowered onto the roof."Your 'hide-out', huh? Really hope your 'Ice Computer' isn't literally just a freezer." ColdFront had felt the goosebumps rise on the back of his neck as Jazz' plump breasts pressed against him, and he tensed a bit, barely suppressing a shudder of pleasure that would give him away.And an, "Er, yeah, of course!" Was all he had been able to manage in response to her insinuating comment and knowing wink while in his distracted state. He had also been acutely aware of the soft globes as they were compressed between the two bodies whenever their balance shifted for the duration of the short trip.On the roof of the apartment building, ColdFront shrugged and led the way towards the roof entrance."Yeah, maybe 'hideout' is a bit of an exaggeration. We'll call it HQ instead."He led the way inside and down the stairwell to the level below. Opening the door that led into the hallway that led to the individual apartments, he peeked his head inside and checked the coast was clear. Seeing that it was he waved Jazz forward and tip toed to the first door of the left. He pulled a key out of a pouch mounted to his vest and started to unlock the door.But he was interrupted by the sound of the apartment door just behind him suddenly opening to reveal a small woman wearing a flowery night gown and looked to be in her 80s. Her silvered hair was swept back in a tight bun and the lenses of her glasses looked thick enough to be used in a telescope, giving her a bug eyed appearance. She also held a small watering can, presumably meant for the little potted flower in the hall next to her door."Hey," he started in her weak shaky voice, "what are you two doing messing with Tyler's door. You leave that boy alone."ColdFront quickly whipped off his mask, revealing a Ryan Reynolds look-a-like, and turned to face the woman with a beaming smile."Hey Mrs. Whithers! It's me, Tyler! What are you doing up so late?"The woman placed a relieved hand over her chest,"Oh! It is you. I couldn't tell with all that... gear you have. I was just coming to feed my little friend here."She gestured towards the potted plant to indicate what friend she was talking about."All this stuff?" Tyler asked, looking down at his blue suited self."Yeah, I was just... um, skydiving! Yeah I just finished skydiving."Mrs. Whithers looked at him quizzically,"At night?""... yep. It was... extreme skydiving."The old woman nodded slowly,"Oh..."She to appraise the raven haired woman next to Tyler then. Looking her up and down, noting the unusual style."Oh Tyler, don't tell me your resorting to prostitutes! What would your mother think?"Tyler's eyes widened with shock,"What?! No! This is, uh, my girlfriend! Yeah!"He turned to Jazz and jerked his head towards his neighbor,"C'mon babe, don't be rude now. This is my neighbor and guard dog, Mrs. Whithers." If she caught on to his pleased state or distraction, Jazz naturally chose not to let on. The Kevlar wasn't entirely comfortable to be pressed up against, but she had dealt with it well enough. Disengaging, she'd follow along and mildly shake her head."I guess Head Quarters is more accurate, but maybe we'll just go with 'apartment building'." She couldn't help but jibe. Following still, she waited when bid and then cavalierly made the trip across the hall to his room. When Mrs. Withers appeared Jazz looked her way and managed to look mildly offended at the insinuation. Then her blue eyes snapped over towards Tyler and she quirked her lips."Really. That's what you're going with? Okay fine, whatever, I'm his 'girlfriend'. In the same vein of truth I think you're areally nice lady." She couldn't sound more sarcastic if she tried, and the old lady thankfully seemed thick enough, or hard of hearing enough, or just old enough to not notice. Jazz crossed her arms over her breasts and looked back to Tyler."If we could go inside now and ... figure out why I'm here, that would be really superTyler." "It was spur of the moment. Besides, I didn't hear you coming up with a believable story."Tyler whispered back at Jazz. He looked back and forth between Mrs. Whithers as Jazz "introduced" herself. Fortunately, the old woman was indeed too senile to catch on to the heavy sarcasm coating Jazz' voice."Oh, well that's nice of you deary. You two have a nice night now."The decrepit woman turned and made her way back into her apartment with the full watering can, having completely forgotten to water her plant.Tyler gave rueful and exaggerated chuckle as Jazz eyed him,"Ah ha ha, well then, that, er, sounds like a good idea."He turned and fumble with his key, trying to get the door open, mumbling while he did."Freakin old lady. Who decides to water their plant at one in the morning Jesus. My luck."The door finally swung open and Tyler made his way inside."Welcome to my humble abode."While the apartment building as a whole appeared just as old and decrepit as Mrs. Whithers, the interior of Tyler's apartment was immaculate. Black leather furniture and glass tables contrasted with the clean white walls. A massive flat screen tv hung from one of the living room walls and a small bar hugged one of the corners.Tyler began to shed his gear as he entered the living room, unbuckling his vest and dropping it next to the couch along with CamelBak as he made a beeline for the bar."Well I'm here because I need to lay low.Yourehere because I didn't have time to give you an official Super Friends ring out on the street, and because you said you didn't have anything better to do anyway."Tyler grabbed a bottle of Jaegermeister from behind the bar and poured himself a shot. A second later the glass frosted over as he chilled it. He downed the drink swiftly. He waved the bottle at Jazz and raised a brow."At least here, there's free booze. Anything else is, well, up to you. "You don't exactly leave a girl a lot of time to get a word in edgewise, ace. And yeah, you're land lady is super fucked up."Jazz remarked in an off-the-cuff fashion as she wandered into the apartment. Blue eyes peered around before glancing back over her shoulder towards Tyler, a brow raised as she crossed her arms against her chest for a moment before lifting a hand to gesture about."I wasn't really aware being a super-hero paid so well. Though maybe you could afford to help spruce up the outside a bit. Anyway, if you stole all of this I don't really wanna know."The familiar smirk curled her lips as she took a few more steps in and rolled her shoulders to loosen them up. She wiggled her fingers for a moment and the apartment would fill with the sound of punk music at a rather reasonable volume, surprisingly enough. Glancing towards the bottle she made a face."Uck. No thanks. To both anything called 'Super Friends' and the Jaegermeister. Gross." "Okay, now that is just mean," Tyler said in response to Jazz' comment about his apartment."I'll have you know that I paid for all... most of this with perfectly legitimate funds."He looked around with mild surprise when the disembodied music began to play, then remembered Jazz' abilities that had been on display in the alley a short time ago. He gave an appreciative nod,"I'm a bit more of a metal man myself, though there's nothing wrong with punk either. And what do you mean 'uck?!' I mean the Super Friends ring I can understand, but Jaegermeister?! C'mon this stuff is delicious."He placed the bottle back behind the bar anyway and began pulling others out, listing them as went."Tch, fine. I have other friends. There's Smirnoff, Jack, and Morgan. Then we've got Crown Royal, Malibu -I didn't buy that- and other assorted things. Pick your poison."After pouring himself another shot and then downing it, Tyler made his way back to the couch, sat down, pulled the gold disk out of his backpack and began fiddling with it, occasionally admiring Jazz' impressive figure whenever he thought she wasn't looking."So what's a hot number like you doing roaming the streets alone anyway? I mean, I figure you can probably take care of your self, but shouldn't you be on some studs arm at a club or something?" "I said I really didn't want to know."She wandered the apartment in semi-aimless fashion before pausing a moment to shrug off her vest and toss it over the back of the couch. Glancing back to Tyler she shook her head again."No thanks. Better options, but I don't really drink for a variety of reasons. One, I'm a lightweight. Two, I get a little loud when I'm drunk, and 'a little loud' has a different definition for me than it does for you. Of course, last but not least, which also ties into your question, it isreallyhard to get into just about anywhere fun when you're nineteen."Jazz winked and gave an innocent smile."But it's mostly the other two things. Not really opposed to under age drinking, I just don't feel like blowing out any ... windows ... tonight, if you know what I mean." She winked in the midst of her artful pause before gesturing with her gloved hand towards his disc. "Especially with... whatever it is you're tinkering with over there being such a hot commodity. Among other ones you've managed to pick up." Tyler had to nod in agreement at Jazz' desire to avoid blowing out any windows."Yeah, maybe you should avoid the booze."He turned his attention back to fiddling with the disk which Jazz had now taken note of.It was a metallic gold and somewhat resembled a wedding in that the inside surface was flat while the outside rose in a curve. It was also about six or seven inches in diameter and the band was four or five inches wide.Tyler was peering at the inside surface and appeared to be pushing at very small buttons in an effort to get it to do whatever it was meant to do."Oh this old thing? I honestly don't know why they're making such a fuss over it. It's notthatcool."Suddenly the inside seemed to spring to life. LEDs lit up and what appeared to be a small screen did as well, which was projecting the image of the floor that was in front of it. Tyler grinned at his success."Alright it is kinda cool."He brought the disk up to his head and pulled it down over his eyes so it encircled his cranium."It's a visor with a Heads Up Display. It has all kinds of cool features."He started pressing a button that was flush with the outside surface of the visor."Night vision, thermal vision, x-ray..."He paused and looked Jazz up and down, whistling."Very nice..."He pulled the visor off and smirked,"... bone structure I mean. Very nicely proportioned." "It's not that I'm opposed to under-age drinking. If circumstances were mildly different, and less glass and eardrum shattering, I'd be more than happy to let you get me drunk." Jazz gave a wry smirk as he fiddled with the visor and then lofted a brow as the thing lit up. She made a face when he put it on."Advantages or not, kinda makes you look like a toolbox all of a sudden. The mask was a nicer touch." As Tyler looked her up and down she set her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, but not in an overly offended manner."Boys and their toys, always trying to get a look at a girls ... bone structure." She shook her head mildly as her hands crossed her body to grip the hem of her shirt. "Well, I don't know that giving you a direct look at my bones without that thing is healthy, but I'm sure there's a compromise to be made."With one swift and easy motion the Ramones t-shirt was lifted up and off and tossed in the direction of her vest. Under the shirt was merely a black lacey bra and a whole lot more under that. While Jazz claimed to be 19, her chest seemed rather mature for her age. Her breasts strained against the black material that barely contained them, a generous amount of cleavage on display as perky nipples poked against the fabric upon so much skin suddenly being revealed to the cool air. They had to be somewhere in the double D range, pressed together firmly and sitting above her toned, flat stomach. Bringing her hands up she adjusted the bra ever so slightly and offered another smirk."And your reaction is ...?" Tyler was a bit thrown by the sudden advancement in their relationship, and could only stare, wide eyed and slack jawed as Jazz revealed the volume of her breasts."And your reaction is ...?""Wow."He glanced at the visor still in his hand then smirked and tossed it aside. Then he settled back against the black leather of the couch to enjoy the show. With one arm resting on it's back, he admired Jazz' impressive assets, and a bulge at his groin was quickly becoming apparent as he considered the possibilities of the next few minutes and beyond."Ten out of ten babe. Anyotherpowers I should know about?"By this point the large strain in the lower portion of his suit was blatantly obvious, so Tyler added,"And I get the feeling you already knew what my reaction would be." "I don't know. I thought it might be more... verbose. Although certain parts had predictable reactions..."She remarked, glancing down to her own chest as she brought up slender hands to press her breasts together adjusting them slightly before glancing back over to him. She offered a coy smile before letting go of her breasts and reaching behind her back."I know, I know it seems a little 'forward', but since getting me drunk isn't wise on several levels and I'm not as big on conversation as you I thought I'd skip a few steps. Also, I really haven't had time to buy a new bra and this thing is really starting to dig in."Her hands worked behind her for a moment as she talked and by the time she paused the bra slid forward with some urgency at being released from its monumental task- although not so urgent that she couldn't catch it in time to keep a mild amount of modesty."You think regular girls have it bad, the whole mutant metabolism puts a whole new spin on growth spurts. Although, I suppose for you that isn't such a bad thing. Anyway, the best I'd hoped for tonight was maybe to score some weed by flashing the goods, but this whole thing seemed like a more interesting option. Now you don't need to have any drugs to get the goods, but I sure hope you have something interesting to ... smoke."Jazz kept the bra just barely covering her large tits as she waggled her brows at him. Tyler shrugged,"What can I say? Even I'm struck speechless once in a while."His eyes were drawn once again to Jazz' cleavage, which grew even deeper as she pressed her breasts together, causing Tyler to raise an impressed brow."I'm guessing that may happen more than once tonight."He continued as Jazz' hands moved behind her to work the clasp of her straining bra."Hey I'm not complaining. I have to be a little more subtle in my advances, after all, usually if the guy just drops his pants and asks 'your reaction is?' The reaction is typically 'Omigod, get away from me pervert!'"Tyler's eyes started to widen in anticipation as the bra began to fall, but Jazz seemed content to tease him instead. He realized he should return the favor and start stripping."Hmm, something to smoke huh?"Tyler said as he grasped the edge of his own skin tight outfit and began to pull it off, revealing his well defined abs and a modest tan."I think I might have something for you."He finished removing the shirt, baring his large pectorals and corded biceps as he tossed it aside. Then he pushed the edge of his pants down and reached in, pulling out the firm, eight inch member that had been straining against the fabric. Tyler smirked and waggled his brows back at Jazz as he held his shaft upright and his exposed groin appeared to have been shaved fairly recently."I'm afraid this is all I could find. But I'm sure it'll be to your liking." Seeing a pair of breasts with a bra on was one thing- but one could never be sure just how enhancing or 'helpful' a bra was until it was removed. As he lowered his pants she drew the bra to one side to absently toss it with the rest of her clothing before running her hands over her tits. Not only were they large but they were also nearly unbelievably firm. Her skin was just barely on the healthy side of pale, and perky pink nipples were already stiff. Blue eyes gave him a once over before she remarked:"Well. Only if you touch them. Otherwise you're just a flasher which is a much less serious crime. Buuuuut I digress. I suppose what you have to offer will simply have to do."The well-endowed teenager offered a wink before taking just a few steps forward and promptly sinking to her knees. Her hands ran down her sides before settling just behind her back, which she arched nicely as she opened wide, red lips parted in a perfect little 'O' shape as her pink tongue poked out, glistening with saliva while she waited. Tyler grinned and silently mouthedoh my godas Jazz casually discarded her bra, revealing the supple breasts and pert nipples beneath. The view was amazing, and Tyler's member grew more stiff with each jiggle as the raven haired beauty teased her own curves.He raised a brow as she assumed her position,"Oh, sothatshow you like it," Tyler remarked as he got to his feet and placed himself in front of the kneeling woman, his erect cock swaying enticingly just in front of her face."Well, ask and you shall receive."He placed a hand on her head and ran his fingers through the dark strands of her hair and guided the entrance of her waiting mouth towards his tip, already adorned with a bead of pre cum. He leaned his head back and moaned with pleasure as his member began to sink into her warm, saliva ridden orifice. Felt her tongue play across the bottom of his shaft as he sank deeper into her face."Oooohh yeah, that's good."He looked back down at those blue eyes which looked up at him from just above that filled mouth."So how much do you think you can take babe? Just how much do you like cock meat?" The teenager might have managed a smirk at his reactions were her mouth not occupied. Still, blue eyes twinkled with a modest amount of amusement as she slid her tongue along the underside of his invading dick, teasing it as her lips formed a seal. As he asked his question, Jazz drew back, letting that cock pop free before scootching down a little to place that pink tongue at the base of his balls and drag it upward nice and slow. And while her lips and tongue remained busy it didn't exactly keep her from replying via her abilities."I like big dicks just fine- but ugh. Don't call it 'meat'." She offered a wink, her mild disgust hardly deterring from her efforts as she continued to lick along his length, shifting to draw her tongue along the side of his dick before plush red lips once again found themselves at the head and slipped over it, her disembodied voice adding:"And I can take all of this bad boy..." There was an 'Mmm' added in after that, but from the feeling of it that one was real as it sent vibrations along the length of his shaft. Tyler breathed out a pleased sigh as Jazz skillfully worked her mouth along his cock, her warm tongue running along the bottom of his shaft as she sucked it before moving on to service his balls.He couldn't help but give a quick bark of laughter at her response to his question."Ha, you are a mouthy one." He paused for a moment as the irony occurred to him."But I guess that's not so bad all things considered."He felt goosebumps rise along his spine and he shivered as the woman's soft lips pressed against his tender tip before sliding around his rod again. Enveloping it in her mouth's damp embrace. He raised a brow as she spoke again followed by a muffled moan that sent his member tingling."Fuck, you're good. The whole thing huh? I would love to see that."He placed both hands against her head as he spoke, and as he finished he pulled her against him firmly, plunging his raging hard on deeper into the warm, tight, wet confines of her throat."Oh god, yes."He stopped a few inches short of his full length, just in case she couldn't actually do as she said. No need to hurt the girl after all. He began to trust his member back and forth into her throat at a relaxed but steady pace."How ya doin babe? Sure you want the whole thing?" Blue eyes peered upwards, both taking in his rather toned and fit form as well as his reactions to her slick tongue sliding along the underside. When both hands found a place in her raven locks streaked with pink, she shifted on her knees slightly to make for a better angle. Pressed close enough, her large tits brushed against his thighs occasionally as she felt that cockhead press against the ring of her throat. There was a mild gag at first, the muscle constricting around his member, a small amount of drool forced from the corner of her lip to run down to her chin. The reaction was supressed quickly enough, and blue eyes continued to peer up at him as the thick length just barely began to stretch her throat. Her pink tongue stretched forward, the tip just managing to poke out over her bottom lip as it ran along his length, but her mouth being filled still didn't stop her from 'talking'."Ace, when a girl implies you can fuck her pretty face, the last thing you wanna do is ask twice." Tyler loved the way those big blue eyes looked back up at him, and he groaned with pleasure as warm saliva pooled around his cock as it filled up the woman's mouth, it's girth forcing her jaw open a bit wider and stretching her lips a bit as he pushed his length into her. And the sound of her gagging slightly as his fleshy tip pressed into her throat notched up his arousal. The feeling of her impressive breasts nudging his thighs sent other erotic possibilities through his mind, he couldn't wait to get his lips around those gorgeous, supple, tits. But first..."I'll take that as a resounding yes," he said in response to Jazz' comment. And he immediately thrust his remaining length forcefully into her mouth."Awww yeah," he moaned as he held her head in place for a few moments, enjoying the constrictive walls tightening against the invading flesh. The end of his cock caused her blocked throat to bulge obscenely while he pressed her face against the firm muscles of his navel.He pulled out enough to let her breath, then forced himself back in and began pumping his hard member roughly into her face, his balls slapping against her wet chin with each sharp thrust of his hips. His toned buttocks and thighs flexed as he rammed against her pretty face. Lord knows she could still have commented if she wanted to, but in the spirit of things she chose not to. Not many girls could talk back with a throat full of dick and it was better to maintain the illusion. When her pert nose pressed against his pelvis another gag forced itself from her throat, though it was likely on purpose. As his hips began to thrust more drool was forced from her mouth and ran down her chin to drip onto those luscious tits. Blue eyes only blinked every so often, and when they did a tear of exertion was forced from the corner of her eye. Still, the cocksucking teenager hardly seemed uncomfortable, using her actual voice box to make appropriately muffled sounds."Mnngh! Nnn! Slrk, ghhhh!" Was about all the noise she made as his cock invaded her tight throat, gagging occassionally to keep things interesting while her pink tongue still poked out from her bottom lip to tease his balls each time they found a home against her chin. Tyler groaned as the woman's tight throat gripped his dick for all it was worth as he repeatedly bottomed out in its warm embrace. The pleasure of Jazz' mouth sucking on his cock was all he cared about, the lewd sounds of her gagging and choking on him adding to the experience. No one else had been able to take a throat fucking like this girl could, so Tyler figured he'd batter take advantage of his good fortune.He adjusted his grip on her head, one hand resting behind her skull, gripping some of her hair, while the other moved to the base of her skull where it joined the spine. With the improved leverage he leaned her head back a bit more to give his shaft better access to her throat and continued to ram his pelvis into her face.He leaned over her, bringing his face a little closer to those big blue eyes that teared up with the effort of managing the thick organ that filled her mouth."Oh fuck! That's it babe, ugh, your face feels so fuckin' good."He could feel his dick starting to throb intensely as it rubbed against the inside walls of her petite little neck. He grimaced as the waves of pleasure wracked his senses."Ah! Shit, I'm getting close"He thrust into her faster now, his pulsing cock displacing the remaining air in her mouth, causing it to blow spittle past her lips and onto his balls and groin with each thrust of his hips. The wet slaps of his skin against her chin and the sounds of her chokes and gagging reaching a crescendo as the pressure built in his shaft. His brows were furrowed with concentration as he bucked into her face."I'm... gonna... cum!"With a final thrust, he roughly shoved the entire length of his his eight inch cock into her throat and exploded. The semen roped down her throat as he came inside her. He held her head against his pelvis as his member continued to pulse against the wet walls that pressed against it on all sides and her tongue which was wrapped around the bottom of his shaft."Hold it babe... hold it..." It was certainly evident that Jazz had hardly waited until she was 18 to get her cherry popped, but she had to admit it had been a little while since she'd found a dick worth giving the full treatment. Hell, most of the guys she dealt with could barely last past her tongue moving from the balls to the tip. There had been exceptions, but finding a nice thick cock that could last was always a nice surprise. She hoped he was just getting warmed up on her suprisingly accomodating throat. Her chin was a mess of drool and even the tops of her breasts glistened some with the saliva that had fallen on them. Her moans and other less coherent noises vibrated along that hard dick, the sweat of her exertion plastering her bangs to her forehead.Blue eyes strained a bit more to stay open as his efforts intensfied and her let out a muffled "Gllrrrk!" as her head was repositioned by his hands. Still, she didn't stop him, merely shifting on her knees to accomadate him better, the whole thing forcing her back to arch and putting those large tits on better display beneath him. Hot breaths washed over his skin as she breathed desperately through her nose with each passing moment Her hands still remained behind her back, although they flexed as his cock filled her throat over and over.Even with the arch of her back her breasts still pressed together, although not as tightly as when she was leaning forward. His statement only encouraged her, although there was little more she could do other than take the face-fucking he offered. Her tongue still slithered along the length of his dick, teasing and massaging but other than that she accepted each thrust eagerly. She applied pressure with the rest of her mouth, and when he finally came she couldn't help but swallow, her hands finally coming up to press against his thighs while her throat was filled with his hot cum, nostrils flaring as her nose was mashed against his pelvis and his balls pulsed as they mashed against her chin.Jazz moaned deep in her throat before she'd finally pushed her hands against his thighs to draw back, letting his dick come free with a lewd pop. She swallowed one more time before gasping for air as she fell back onto her ass, her tits bouncing and glistening with saliva still as she recovered, panting for air. "Ooooh god."Tyler groaned as Jazz gagged on the hard cock buried in her throat. He felt the slick walls constrict around his pulsing member and the vibrations caused by her own muffled moans as she placed her hands on his thighs. He resisted her attempt to push away for just a moment, reluctant to remove his shaft from the pleasurable embrace that Jazz' throat offered.Tyler took a step back as his cock came free of Jazz' gasping mouth. He admired the way her impressive, spit covered breasts bounced and glistened in the light as she fell back from him, panting for breath. He was taking long, deep breaths himself to steady his breathing and heart rate from the quick pace they had adopted to accommodate his efforts.Tyler ran a hand through his hair as he appraised Jazz' sensual curves. His member had began to soften, his physiology naturally assuming he was done for the night, but that was definitely not the case. As his desire flared up at the sight of the woman's supple breasts and smooth thighs, so too did his shaft.With a grin on his face, he crouched in front of her, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, uncaring that his seed had shared the same space moments before, and pushed it against hers. After a few moments he broke the kiss and caught his breath."Thanks for that babe. Now it's your turn." She swallowed a few more times while trying to settle down her breathing, one hand lifting from supporting herself from falling back to wipe off her mouth and chin with the back of her hand. Her chest slowly ceased heaving with each passing moment. Ripped jeans still adorned her lower-half, along with her Chucks and socks, presumably, but her upper half was on full display now that there was a bit of seperation between them, her pale, creamy tits capped with small pink nipples that were rock hard already. Drawn into the kiss her tongue pressed against his as she moaned in the back of her throat before offering a wry smirk."If it's all the same to you ace, I'd rather skip the whole 'repaying the favor' and get that dick straight up my tight little pussy. Unless you need the extra time to... recuperate." Jazz offered a wink and licked her lips slowly. Tyler couldn't help but raise his brows in surprise."Oh..."Returning the favor had never been turned down before, but if she wanted to jump straight to the good stuff that was fine by him."Well ok then, you really are full of surprises. And don't you worry about me babe,"Tyler said as he helped her to her feet and directed her to the leather couch where she could undress easily. He yanked off her shoes before going to work on loosening up her pants,"I bet I can last longer than you can. We'll have that tight little pussy nice and loose in no time."As he fiddled with the button on her pants he pressed his face against one of her fabulously ripe breasts and took the firm tit into his mouth, suckling and nibbling it gently. He pulled at her breast with the suction of his mouth before letting it fall from his lips to bounce back against her chest and turned his attention to her pants which were finally unclasped. Looking up at her with grey eyes and a smirk he shimmied her tight jeans down her thighs along with the black, lace, panties until they finally came free and he tossed them aside.He brought his face down between her thighs and blew warm air upon her slit as he passed it on his path upward. He took her breast into his mouth again as his head came level with her chest and teased the pert nipple with his tongue. At the same time he grabbed her thighs and spun her so they could lay properly on the large couch.His cock was once again fully erect in anticipation. He stopped suckling her tit and looked down as he took his shaft in his hand and directed it towards her wanting sex. He rubbed the tip up against her slit and looked back into her blue eyes."Just like you wanted."With a grunt, he plunged his dick into the wet folds of Jazz' tight pussy, followed by a deep moan of pleasure. "I know, I know..." she remarked at his reaction as she was guided backwards towards the couch. "You think a guy wants to eat a girl out she'd be all for it, but personally I'll take a thick cock over a tongue any day of the week..."Her back legs hit the couch and she fell onto it, her black and pink streaked hair falling across her face but she didn't seem to mind, the majority of her long locks still in a loose ponytail behind her. Her already stiff nipple stiffened a bit more in his mouth as she bit her lower lip, letting blue eyes close for a moment as she pushed her head back into the couch cushion. The tight jeans slid down her creamy legs with relative ease thanks to all the tears making it a bit loose, and her panties were actually hot pink striped with black- clearly a thong, she just had enough class not to let the bands poke out from her jeans. Soon they were slid off too and she shivered as her clean-shaven sex was exposed, still gnawing on her lower lip as he breathed against her wet folds.When her ample tit was taken by his mouth again she managed to open her eyes just in time to get shifted on the couch, chuckling in her throat as she lay back. Once Tyler positioned himself her pale legs shifted around his hips, crossing at the ankles behind him for the moment as the thick head rubbed her glistening wet slit. As his cock pushed in she gave a small cry of pleasure, hands now finding purchase on the back of his neck so she had something to hold onto as her warm, slick folds squeezed his thick cock."Mmnnh! Fuck!" Tyler groaned as his lengthy member was buried in the warm embrace of Jazz' pussy."Damn," he mumbled as he pulled out before thrusting back into her, "ugh! You are tight!"His palms were planted on either side of Jazz' torso, holding him up for leverage. He fell into a steady pace, dragging his throbbing shaft slowly out until only the tip remained inside before pounding his hips back into her hers, impaling her with his long rod. His abs and thighs flexed each time and where accompanied by a burst of exhaled air."Hh! Hh! Hh!"His eyes had been shut and his brows furrowed as he exerted himself. But now he opened his eyes to look down at the woman who hung from his neck with her legs wrapped about his waist, her smooth skin rubbing pleasantly against his own as the the heat built up around them. He continued to slam himself against her, plunging his dick as far as he could into her wet innards."Ya like that babe? Huh? You like that big fuckin cock stretching out your tight little pussy?" Her level of suspension off the couch was dependent upon how straight he stood up, as arms and legs were locked into position. All of her was on display, slender muscles flexing as she held on, feeling that throbbing cock force its way into her tight pussy over and over again. Her pale thighs pinkened slightly from the repeated impact of his hips, knuckles white behind his neck as her back arched. Those ample tits bounced each time he hilted, an entirely alluring sight on her otherwise slim frame. Pink nipples were rock hard as sweat began to form on her body as she was railed good and hard."Nngh! Mnh! I fuckin' love big, hard cocks in my pussy!" she cried out, blue eyes just barely managing to remain open without rolling back in her head as each thrust brought her closer. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me!"

A Little Too Super (vweight x Aercey)

Yu-Gi-Oh Tournament ITP_ The Emerald Room

(OOC: This is the thread reserved for the third round tournament match between Jindra 34 and Mercenary Pen- in the personas of Hiita and Wulfric.) Wulfric entered the chamber, tense from having sat out of the second round. As a warrior and a bard, it was difficult for him to sit out of the action- and yet it would have been equally difficult for him to deliberately lose. Raising his hip flask to his lips he offered a silent toast to his opponent and to the moderating judge."Perhaps we should begin?"he inquired.Initiative(1d20)[20]Draws(5d41)[39][26][10][13][41](129)Re-rolls(3d41)[19][19][4](42)All brawn, some brain (41 cards)Spoiler Hide Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Thunder King Rai-Oh 12- Honest 13- Honest 14- Mist Archfiend 15- Mist Archfiend 16- Goblin Attack Force 17- Goblin Attack Force 18- Plaguespreader Zombie 19- Counselor Lily 20- Counselor Lily 21- Dandylion 22- Dandylion 23- Cyber Dragon 24- Forbidden Chalice 25- Forbidden Chalice 26- Forbidden Chalice 27- Mind Control 28- Brain Control 29- Heavy Storm 30- Mystical Space Typhoon 31- Giant Trunade 32- Foolish Burial 33- Pot of Avarice 34- Pot of Avarice 35- Skill Drain 36- Skill Drain 37- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 38- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 39- Call of the Haunted 40- Mirror Force 41- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon Hiita calmly walks in and looking around sits down,"Normally I'd be all for getting this over quickly. But given your attitude I think we should wait for a representitive of our honored host to arrive before we begin. After all don't want to be rude or anything." (OOC: I've mentioned the presence of the tournament judge in the background- but I'm trying to take up as much of the slack as I can because Shadow Elf is as busy as he is... But, I'll try and put in the specified judge properly now)"Hrrmph, I am High General Sanwing Blackmanor and I shall be moderating this duel. Duelists begin when you are ready." ((You guys go right ahead. I said at the beginning that I don't mind if other people speak through the Adjudicators in my absence. Enjoy the duels!)) "Right then lets begin."Initiative:(1d20)[9]Opening Hand:(5d42)[11][11][36][8][6](72)Rerolls:(3d42)[3][25][25](53){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-5Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 41Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll begin this saga by drawing."Draw:(1d36)[15]Life points: 8000Spoiler Hide Hand:Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted Honest Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice (S/T2), Torrential Tribute (S/T5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide - Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Goblin Attack Force 16- Plaguespreader Zombie 17- Counselor Lily 18- Counselor Lily 19- Dandylion 20- Dandylion 21- Cyber Dragon 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Forbidden Chalice 24- Mind Control 25- Brain Control 26- Heavy Storm 27- Mystical Space Typhoon 28- Giant Trunade 29- Foolish Burial 30- Pot of Avarice 31- Pot of Avarice 32- Skill Drain 33- Skill Drain 34- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 35- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 36- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll start by summoning my emissary of Thor, Thunder King Rai-Oh in face-up attack position, then I'll set two cards face-down and end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||TK|||f|||f[/table]f= face-downTK= Thunder King Rai-Oh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800) "Well lets see how I can respond to that."(1d36)[21]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|LV|-[/table]LV-Lightning VortexField:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-4Spoiler Hide Backfire Little Chimera Magna Drago Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer RFGSpoiler Hide - Side Deck:Spoiler Hide 1-2:Bottomless Trap Hole 3: Pot of Avarice 4. Transmigration Prophecy 5.Torrential Tribute 6-8. Dust Tornado 9. Magic Cylinder 10-12.Draining Shield 13-15.Dimensional Prison "Right I'll start this turn of by activating Lightning Vortex discarding a Hiita the Fire Charmer to destroy your Thunder King Rai-Oh. Any responses? "Unfortunately, no." "Then I'll summon Magna Drago, have it attack you and then set one card facedown and end my turn.{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|MD|-|--|-|f|-[/table]MD-Magna Drago-1400(1600 after attack)/600Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide 3.Backfire Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll draw once again."Draw:(1d35)[27]Life points: 6600Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trunade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Call of the Haunted (S/T3), Torrential Tribute (S/T5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide - Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Counselor Lily 18- Dandylion 19- Dandylion 20- Cyber Dragon 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Giant Trunade 28- Foolish Burial 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Pot of Avarice 31- Skill Drain 32- Skill Drain 33- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 34- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 35- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Okay, I'll summon my Goblin attack force to the field, and attack your Magna Drago with it, activating my face-down Forbidden Chalice during the damage step- boosting the attack of my Goblins by 400 until my end phase, also negating their effect during the same period. During my second Main Phase, I set one card face-down, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||||GF|FC|f||f[/table]f= face-downFC= Forbidden ChaliceGF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK:2700*, DEF: 0)*- 2300 after my end phase. "When you attack I activate Backfire, so now whenever one of my monsters is destroyed you take 500 points of damage. Does that change anything?"{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|BF|-[/table]BF-BackfireField:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago RFGSpoiler Hide - "Only my life point total."Life Points: 6100 "Right well lets see what the cards have in store for us next."(1d35)[13]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|LC|-|--|-|BF|-|LB[/table]LC-Little Chimera-1100/550BF-BackfireLB-Level Limit - Area BField:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago RFGSpoiler Hide - "Fun. First I shall play Level Limit - Area B, switching your goblins and any monsters of similar or higher power to defense automagicly. Then I'll summon a Little Chimera to destroy your goblins. Assuming no responses your turn. "Wrong assumption, activate Torrential Tribute in response to your summon. How does that change your turn?" "Well you'll take 500 points of damage. And when my turn ends we'll both have no monsters.{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|-|-|--|-|BF|-|LB[/table]BF-BackfireLB-Level Limit - Area BField:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 34Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll draw again."Draw:(1d34)[16]Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trunade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Counselor Lily (M2), Call of the Haunted (S/T3) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Goblin Attack Force Torrential Tribute Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Counselor Lily 18- Dandylion 19- Dandylion 20- Cyber Dragon 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Foolish Burial 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Skill Drain 31- Skill Drain 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 34- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll set one monster face-down in defence and end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5|f|||||f||[/table]f= face-down "Trying to find away around my limiter?"(1d34)[2]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|BF|-|LB[/table]BF-BackfireLB-Level Limit - Area BField:Life Points 6900Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide Little Chimera Deck: 33Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Threatening Roar Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera RFGSpoiler Hide - "Though I too shall set one monster down and end." "Not trying, merely making sure that my timing is correct, during your end phase I activate my face-down Call of the Haunted, which brings back my Goblin Attack Force. Any counters?"Life Points: 5100Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trunade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Counselor Lily (M2) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Counselor Lily 18- Dandylion 19- Dandylion 20- Cyber Dragon 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Foolish Burial 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Skill Drain 31- Skill Drain 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 34- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon {table]1|2|3|4|5|f||GF|||CH||[/table]f= face-downGF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300,DEF: 0)CH= Call of the Haunted "Nope, though don't see the point of that." "You will see my plan unfold this turn, but first I draw."Draw:(1d33)[18]Life Points: 5100Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Dandylion Giant Trunade Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Dandylion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Forbidden Chalice 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Mind Control 23- Brain Control 24- Heavy Storm 25- Mystical Space Typhoon 26- Foolish Burial 27- Pot of Avarice 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Skill Drain 30- Skill Drain 31- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll set things in motion by flip summoning my face-down Counselor Lily and then tuning it with my Goblin Attack Force to unleash the mighty Black Rose Dragon. When Black Rose Dragon is synchro summoned, I can use its effect to destroy every card on the field- and I do exactly that. Any counters?"{table]1|2|3|4|5||||||||[/table] "Again no, but remeber to take another 500 points of damage." "Much as I'd like to forget that, I cannot. However, I now normal summon Honest in attack position, and attack you directly with it, using its effect during my second main phase to return it to my hand. End turn."Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Dandylion Giant Trunade Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Dandylion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Forbidden Chalice 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Mind Control 23- Brain Control 24- Heavy Storm 25- Mystical Space Typhoon 26- Foolish Burial 27- Pot of Avarice 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Skill Drain 30- Skill Drain 31- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 32- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 33- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon {table]1|2|3|4|5||||||||[/table] "You might want to leave something on defense."(1d33)[26]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide c.Ultimate Baseball Kid 3.Threatening Roar Deck: 33Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera RFGSpoiler Hide - "Well two facedowns, one a monster, and that will be turn." "I'll defend when there's something to defend against. For now, I draw."Draw:(1d32)[18]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trunade Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandylion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Cyber Dragon 19- Forbidden Chalice 20- Forbidden Chalice 21- Mind Control 22- Brain Control 23- Heavy Storm 24- Mystical Space Typhoon 25- Foolish Burial 26- Pot of Avarice 27- Pot of Avarice 28- Skill Drain 29- Skill Drain 30- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 31- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 32- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "With a monster on your field, and no monsters on mine, I special summon Cyber Dragon from my hand, then set one monster in face-down defence, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD|||f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)f= face-down(OOC: I desperately need to turn in now, I'll pick up again tomorrow morning.) "Right then my turn."(1d32)[20]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|-f|-|f|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide c.Ultimate Baseball Kid 1,3.Threatening Roar Deck: 31Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera RFGSpoiler Hide - "One more facedown and I'll be done."((Okay I was at the same point too.)) "Well, I suppose I'll have to keep drawing until you find your courage."Draw:(1d31)[25]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-3:Spoiler Hide Honest Giant Trunade Pot of Avarice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandylion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Forbidden Chalice 19- Forbidden Chalice 20- Mind Control 21- Brain Control 22- Heavy Storm 23- Mystical Space Typhoon 24- Foolish Burial 25- Pot of Avarice 26- Pot of Avarice 27- Skill Drain 28- Skill Drain 29- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 30- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 31- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll attack your face-down with my Cyber Dragon. Any response?"{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD|||f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)f= face-down "I'll activate my Threatening Roar in spot 1. Sorry but your dragon's do nothing this turn." "I expected you'd have something to do, but it leaves you with one fewer resource when things really matter. I end my turn." "Then we will wait on the future."(1d31)[20]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5f|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide a.UFO Turtle c.Ultimate Baseball Kid 3.Threatening Roar Deck: 31Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera RFGSpoiler Hide - "This time it will be a facedown monster that I play. And the field is shaping up nicely." "Indeed, only the future shall reveal what this saga holds."Draw:(1d30)[14]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Pot of Avarice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandylion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Giant Trunade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Goblin Attack Force 15- Plaguespreader Zombie 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Forbidden Chalice 19- Forbidden Chalice 20- Mind Control 21- Brain Control 22- Heavy Storm 23- Mystical Space Typhoon 24- Foolish Burial 25- Pot of Avarice 26- Skill Drain 27- Skill Drain 28- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 29- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 30- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll summon Goblin Attack Force to the field in attack position, then activate the spell card Giant Trunade to send your back row back to your hand. Do you have any counters for that?"{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD||GF|f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)GF=Goblin Attack Force (ATK:2300, DEF:0)f= face-down "In response to your storm I'll activate the facedown you would be returning, another Threatening Roar." "In which case, I'll end my turn there." "Then once more I draw."(1d30)[18]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5f|-|f|-|f-|-|-|-|-[/table]Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide a.UFO Turtle c.Ultimate Baseball Kid e.Fox Fire Deck: 29Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar Threatening Roar RFGSpoiler Hide - "And all I can do is add another facedown monster." "Time for me to take control here."Draw:(1d29)[8]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Pot of Avarice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandylion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Giant Trunade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Honest 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Mist Archfiend 14- Plaguespreader Zombie 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandylion 17- Forbidden Chalice 18- Forbidden Chalice 19- Mind Control 20- Brain Control 21- Heavy Storm 22- Mystical Space Typhoon 23- Foolish Burial 24- Pot of Avarice 25- Skill Drain 26- Skill Drain 27- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 28- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 29- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll tribute my Goblin Attack force to summon Majestic Mech- Ohka in face-up attack position. Then I'll enter my battle phase, having Cyber Dragon attack your monster in zone 1, and Majestic Mech- Ohka will attack your monster in zone 5. After that, I'll end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD||MO|f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)MO=Majestic Mech- Ohka (ATK:2400, DEF:1400)f= face-down "My facedown in spot one is a UFO Turtle which I'll use to pull out another UFO Turtle, does that change anything?" "No changes." "Then you'll also kill my pet Foxfire. Now lets see what this next draw is."(1d28)[28]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UFO|-|f|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]UFO-UFO Turtle-1400/1200Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide c.Ultimate Baseball Kid 3.Mirror Force Deck: 29Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar Threatening Roar UFO Turtle Fox Fire RFGSpoiler Hide - "My turtle will go to defense mode and then I'll set one card facedown. Your turn, and use it wisely." "Nasty habit, giving your opponent hints in the heat of a duel. Time to break you of it."Draw:(1d28)[12]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-3:Spoiler Hide Honest Pot of Avarice Mist Archfiend Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandylion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Counselor Lily Call of the Haunted Giant Trunade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Honest 11- Mist Archfiend 12- Mist Archfiend 13- Plaguespreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Dandylion 16- Forbidden Chalice 17- Forbidden Chalice 18- Mind Control 19- Brain Control 20- Heavy Storm 21- Mystical Space Typhoon 22- Foolish Burial 23- Pot of Avarice 24- Skill Drain 25- Skill Drain 26- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 27- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 28- Mirror Force Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "No new summons this turn, so I'll go straight on the attack. Cyber Dragon attacks your face-down in monster zone 3, then I'll end rather than destroying your UFO Turtle."{table]1|2|3|4|5|CD||MO|f||||[/table]CD=Cyber Dragon (ATK:2100, DEF:1600)MO=Majestic Mech- Ohka (ATK:2400, DEF:1400)f= face-down "Sorry but when your dragon attacks I activate Mirror Force. I'm sure your familiar with its effects. And I do not give tips, I play mind games. "In that case, I'll activate Pot of Avarice returning Thunder King Rai-Oh, Cyber Dragon, Majestic Mech-Ohka, Goblin Attack Force and Counselor Lily to my deck to draw two cards."Draws for Pot of Avarice:(2d32)[9][17](26)Re-roll:(1d32)[9]"Now that leaves me cowering behind my poor little face-down card as I end my turn, and leaves you to face off against the same monsters all over again, this time without your trap card."Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Mist Archfiend Thunder King Rai-Oh Mind Control Face-down:Spoiler Hide Dandylion (M5) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Call of the Haunted Giant Trunade Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Honest 11- Mist Archfiend 12- Plaguespreader Zombie 13- Counselor Lily 14- Dandylion 15- Forbidden Chalice 16- Forbidden Chalice 17- Mind Control 18- Brain Control 19- Heavy Storm 20- Mystical Space Typhoon 21- Foolish Burial 22- Pot of Avarice 23- Skill Drain 24- Skill Drain 25- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 26- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 27- Mirror Force 28- Thunder King Rai-Oh 29- Cyber Dragon 30- Majestic Mech- Ohka 31- Goblin Attack Force 32- Counselor Lily Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon {table]1|2|3|4|5||||f||||[/table]f= face-down "Too bad the shan't likely go on for that long. For now is the time when I shall strike."(1d27)[5]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UFO|-|UBK|-|MD-|-|-|-|-[/table]UFO-UFO Turtle-1400/1200MD-Magna Drago-1400(1600 after attack)/600UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500(+1000 per fire monster on field)/1000Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedowns Deck: 26Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar Threatening Roar UFO Turtle Fox Fire Mirror Force RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll start this of by summoning once more MAgna Drago, then I'll flip summon Ultimate Baseball Kid. And before attacking my turn shall also be switched to attack mode. Now my baseball kid will attack your facedown and my other two monsters shall hit your lifepoints directly. "I hate to disillusion you, but my face-down monster is Dandylion, and when it's sent to my graveyard, I special summon a pair of fluff tokens in defence position to soak up your attacks. How does that change your turn?" Besides soaking the attacks and preventing Drago from gaining attack nothing. Now your the one delaying. "Claim all you want that I'm delaying, but I intend to go back on the offensive this turn."Draw:(1d30)[12]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Honest Mist Archfiend Counselor Lily Mind Control Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Call of the Haunted Giant Trunade Pot of Avarice Dandylion Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Honest 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Plaguespreader Zombie 12- Counselor Lily 13- Dandylion 14- Forbidden Chalice 15- Forbidden Chalice 16- Brain Control 17- Heavy Storm 18- Mystical Space Typhoon 19- Foolish Burial 20- Pot of Avarice 21- Skill Drain 22- Skill Drain 23- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 24- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 25- Mirror Force 26- Thunder King Rai-Oh 27- Cyber Dragon 28- Majestic Mech- Ohka 29- Goblin Attack Force 30- Counselor Lily Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll summon the mighty Thunder King Rai-Oh back to the field, and command him to attack and destroy your Magna Drago. Then I'll end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||TK||||||[/table]TK= Thunder King Rai-Oh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800) "Well you went on the attack, though the success of it is still up in the air. My draw.(1d26)[21]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UFO|-|UBK|-|--|-|f|-|-[/table]UFO-UFO Turtle-1400/1200UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500(+1000 per fire monster on field)/1000Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-0Spoiler Hide - facedownsSpoiler Hide Mystical Space Typhoon Deck: 25Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Heavy Storm Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice GraveyardSpoiler Hide Hiita the Fire Charmer Lightning Vortex Magna Drago Little Chimera Backfire Level Limit - Area B Little Chimera Threatening Roar Threatening Roar UFO Turtle Fox Fire Mirror Force Magna Drago RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll set one card facedown and switch my turtle to defense mode. Your turn." "I notice that you aren't fighting back too well though, not running scared of the Honest you know I have in my hand are you?"Draw:(1d29)[11]Life Points: 4600Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Honest Counselor Lily Face-down:Spoiler Hide - Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Torrential Tribute Goblin Attack Force Call of the Haunted Black Rose Dragon Giant Trunade Pot of Avarice Dandylion Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck:Spoiler Hide Top of deck due to Plaguespreader Zombie: Mist Archfiend. 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Honest 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Plaguespreader Zombie 12- Dandylion 13- Forbidden Chalice 14- Forbidden Chalice 15- Brain Control 16- Heavy Storm 17- Mystical Space Typhoon 18- Foolish Burial 19- Pot of Avarice 20- Skill Drain 21- Skill Drain 22- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 23- Shadow Imprisoning Mirror 24- Mirror Force 25- Thunder King Rai-Oh 26- Cyber Dragon 27- Majestic Mech- Ohka 28- Goblin Attack Force 29- Counselor Lily Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 8- The flute of summoning Kuriboh 9- Winged Kuriboh 10- Winged Kuriboh 11- Berserker Crush 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll start this off by normal summoning the Plaguespreader Zombie I just drew, then I'll activate Mind Control to take away your UFO Turtle, tuning it with my Plaguespreader to synchro summon Brionac, dragon of the ice-barrier in attack position. I'll now return a card from my hand to the top of my deck to revive Plaguespreader by its own effect, tuning it with Thunder King Rai-Oh to synchro summon Goyo Guardian, also in attack position. Now since Ultimate Baseball Kid's effect only boosts its attack for every OTHER Fire-attribute monster on the field, I'll now attack it with Brionac at its original attack of 500, dealing 1800 points of damage, then I'll attack directly with Goyo Guardian for 2800 points of damage. I end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5BDI||GG||||||[/table]GG= Goyo Guardian (ATK: 2800, DEF: 2000)BDI= Brionac, Dragon of the Ice-Barrier (ATK: 2300, DEF: 1400) "Right lets see what this draw is.(1d25)[10]"Unfortunately that draw helps me little, I have to yield the First match, shall we begin the second?" (OOC: Side-deck changes in first spoiler)Spoiler Hide -2x Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror, +2x Winged Kuriboh -2x Mist Archfiend, +2x The flute of summoning Kuriboh -1x Pot of Avarice, +1x Berserker Crush Spoiler Hide Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Majestic Mech- Ohka 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Thunder King Rai-Oh 11- Thunder King Rai-Oh 12- Honest 13- Honest 14- Winged Kuriboh 15- Winged Kuriboh 16- Plaguespreader Zombie 17- Counselor Lily 18- Counselor Lily 19- Dandylion 20- Dandylion 21- Cyber Dragon 22- Goblin Attack Force 23- Goblin Attack Force 24-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 25-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 26- Forbidden Chalice 27- Forbidden Chalice 28- Forbidden Chalice 29- Mind Control 30- Brain Control 31- Heavy Storm 32- Mystical Space Typhoon 33- Giant Trunade 34- Foolish Burial 35- Berserker Crush 36- Pot of Avarice 37- Skill Drain 38- Skill Drain 39- Call of the Haunted 40- Mirror Force 41- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "As the loser of this bout, you may choose who goes first in the next."Draws:(5d41)[9][22][6][40][28](105)Re-rolls:(3d41)[36][19][15](70) "A kind offer sir, though I think I'll prefer to open the game."Opening Hand:(5d42)[4][35][33][23][37](132)Rerolls:(3d42)[2][10][14](26) "And now for the first draw of the duel."(1d37)[14]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|f|-|-f|-|-|-|f[/table]Field:Molten DestructionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Heavy Storm facedownsSpoiler Hide -1.Dark Bribe 5.Threatening Roar c.Fox Fire Deck: 36Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll set one monster and two other facedowns then play the field spell MOlten Destruction before ending my turn." "An intriguing start, but this is my saga."Draw:(1d36)[24]Spoiler Hide Hand-4:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Goblin Attack Force Mirror Force Forbidden Chalice Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice (S/T4) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide - Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Mech- Ohka 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Honest 11- Honest 12- Winged Kuriboh 13- Winged Kuriboh 14- Plaguespreader Zombie 15- Counselor Lily 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Dandylion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Goblin Attack Force 21-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 22-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 23- Forbidden Chalice 24- Forbidden Chalice 25- Mind Control 26- Brain Control 27- Heavy Storm 28- Mystical Space Typhoon 29- Giant Trunade 30- Foolish Burial 31- Berserker Crush 32- Pot of Avarice 33- Skill Drain 34- Skill Drain 35- Call of the Haunted 36- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll normal summon Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast in attack position without tribute by means of its effect, halving its attack and defence totals in the process. Then I'll set one card face-down on my back row and end my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||FD|||||f|[/table]FD= Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast (ATK: 1400, DEF: 1000)f= face-down "Interesting choice to not attack, but no matter."(1d36)[5]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FF|-|UBKf|-|-|-|f[/table]UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)(+500)/1000(-400)FF-Fox Fire-300 (+500)/200 (-400)Field:Molten DestructionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Heavy Storm facedownsSpoiler Hide -1.Dark Bribe 5.Threatening Roar Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide - RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll start this by flip summoning my Fox fire, and then I'll summon Ultimate Baseball Kid. Now my baseballer will attack your fusiller and my Fox Fire will attack you directly, total damage 1400 points. Any responses? "Activate Forbidden Chalice in response to your attack with Ultimate Baseball Kid, using it to negate the effect of my own Fusilier Dragon restoring its original attack score to 2800, and also boost its attack by 400 points until my end phase. This destroys your 1500 attack Baseball Kid and does 1700 points of damage to your life points. How does that change your turn?"(OOC: I've gotta head for work now, I'll be back on later.) "I don't think you will for I activate Dark Bribe on your chalice."((You also forgotMolten Destruction's effect in your count, +500 atk and -400 def for all Fire monsters.)) "An early setback, but what saga has the perfect hero- unchallenged by any that oppose him?"Draws:(2d35)[33][7](40)(OOC: I'm rolling for dark bribe and my turn draw at the same time... Hope that's alright)Life points: 6600Spoiler Hide Hand-3:Spoiler Hide Thunder King Rai-Oh Forbidden Chalice Majestic Mech- Ohka Face-down:Spoiler Hide Mirror Force (S/T1), Skill Drain (S/T4) Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Mech- Ohka 7- Majestic Mech- Ohka 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Thunder King Rai-Oh 10- Honest 11- Honest 12- Winged Kuriboh 13- Winged Kuriboh 14- Plaguespreader Zombie 15- Counselor Lily 16- Counselor Lily 17- Dandylion 18- Dandylion 19- Cyber Dragon 20- Goblin Attack Force 21-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 22-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 23- Forbidden Chalice 24- Mind Control 25- Brain Control 26- Heavy Storm 27- Mystical Space Typhoon 28- Giant Trunade 29- Foolish Burial 30- Berserker Crush 31- Pot of Avarice 32- Skill Drain 33- Skill Drain 34- Call of the Haunted 35- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll summon my Goblin Attack Force in face-up attack position, then set two cards face-down on my rear lines, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||GF||f|||f|[/table]GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300, DEF: 0)f= face-down "Looks like it my be the same kind of game as last time."(1d33)[3]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FF|-|UBK-|-|HS|-|f[/table]UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)(+500)/1000(-400)FF-Fox Fire-300 (+500)/200 (-400)HS-Heavy StormField:Molten DestructionLife Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Heavy Storm Little Chimera facedownsSpoiler Hide - 5.Threatening Roar Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide -Dark Bribe RFGSpoiler Hide - I'll start this turn off by moving to wipe out your facedowns, playing Heavy Storm. "That destroys my Skill Drain and Mirror Force trap cards- but also destroys all of your spell and trap cards..." I'd say my Threatening Roar and Molten Destruction were an equal trade. Any way I'll summon a Little Chimera, renewing my monsters strength and then have my baseball kid attack your goblins, followed by my other monsters attacking directly. (2600 damage total){table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|LC|FF|-|UBK-|-|-|-|-[/table]UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)(+500)/1000FF-Fox Fire-300 (+500)/200LC-Little Chimera-600 (+500)/550Field:Life Points 8000Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 35Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction RFGSpoiler Hide - "Looks like I'm going to have to change my tactics."Draw:(1d33)[25]Life points: 4000Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Majestic Mech- Ohka Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Mirror Force Skill Drain Goblin Attack Force Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Mech- Ohka 7- Thunder King Rai-Oh 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Honest 10- Honest 11- Winged Kuriboh 12- Winged Kuriboh 13- Plaguespreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandylion 17- Dandylion 18- Cyber Dragon 19- Goblin Attack Force 20-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 21-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Heavy Storm 26- Mystical Space Typhoon 27- Giant Trunade 28- Foolish Burial 29- Berserker Crush 30- Pot of Avarice 31- Skill Drain 32- Call of the Haunted 33- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon I'll get things moving by summoning Thunder King Rai-Oh to the field in attack position, having it attack Little Chimera during my battle phase. Then I'll set one card face-down on my back row, ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5||TK||f||||[/table]TK= Thunder King Rai-Oh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800)f= face-down "A smart choice but I don't think it will be enough."(1d34)[3]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UBK|-|FF|-|UBK-|-|-|-|-[/table]UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)/1000FF-Fox Fire-300/200Field:Life Points 7200Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 34Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Little Chimera RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll summon another Ultimate Baseball Kid. Then one of my two will destroy your monster while the other and my fox attack your lifepoints directly."(600+2500+300=3400 total damage, assuming no response) "I'll activate my face-down Forbidden Chalice, negating the effect of your first baseball kid until the end phase, but boosting it by 400 points on top of its base attack. I somehow doubt an attack of 900 points will overcome Thunder King Rai-Oh. Nor will the 1500 attack of your follow up baseball kid. Now, exactly how does this change your turn?" {table="head"]1|2|3|4|5UBK|-|FF|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]UBK-Ultimate Baseball Kid-500 (+1000 for each other Fire monster)/1000FF-Fox Fire-300/200Field:Life Points 6200Spoiler Hide Hand-1Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 34Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid RFGSpoiler Hide - "I'll switch fox fire to defense mode and end my turn." "As the hero makes a comeback, the saga continues with a draw."Draw:(1d32)[19]Life points: 4000Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Majestic Mech- Ohka Face-down:Spoiler Hide Forbidden Chalice Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Mirror Force Skill Drain Goblin Attack Force Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Mech- Ohka 7- Thunder King Rai-Oh 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Honest 10- Honest 11- Winged Kuriboh 12- Winged Kuriboh 13- Plaguespreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandylion 17- Dandylion 18- Cyber Dragon 19- Goblin Attack Force 20-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 21-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 22- Forbidden Chalice 23- Mind Control 24- Brain Control 25- Mystical Space Typhoon 26- Giant Trunade 27- Foolish Burial 28- Berserker Crush 29- Pot of Avarice 30- Skill Drain 31- Call of the Haunted 32- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "Now I'll summon another Goblin Attack Force to the field, then I'll attack your Ultimate Baseball Kid with my Thunder King Rai-Oh before ending my turn."{table]1|2|3|4|5GF||TK||||||[/table]GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300, DEF: 0)TK= Thunder King Rai-Oh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800) "I must wonder who exactly made you the hero of this tale?"(1d33)[10]{table="head"]1|2|3|4|5-|-|FF|-|--|-|-|-|-[/table]FF-Fox Fire-300/200Field:Life Points 5800Spoiler Hide Hand-2Spoiler Hide -Ultimate Baseball Kid Molten Destruction facedownsSpoiler Hide - Deck: 32Spoiler Hide Little Chimera Little Chimera Magna Drago Magna Drago Magna Drago Backfire Backfire Backfire Molten Destruction Gravity Bind Level Limit - Area B Threatening Roar Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Raging Flame Sprite Fox Fire Fox Fire Hiita the Fire Charmer Hiita the Fire Charmer Threatening Roar UFO Turtle UFO Turtle UFO Turtle DNA Transplant DNA Transplant Mystical Space Typhoon Lightning Vortex Dark Bribe Dark Bribe Pot of Avarice Mirror Force Swords of Revealing Light GraveyardSpoiler Hide -Dark Bribe Heavy Storm Threatening Roar Molten Destruction Little Chimera Ultimate Baseball Kid Ultimate Baseball Kid RFGSpoiler Hide - Looks like I'll have to pass this turn. "Who made me the hero, you ask? Have you not learned that history- and people's places in it- are determined by the victor... In this case, the victor of the previous duel."Draw:(1d31)[23]Life points: 3200Spoiler Hide Hand-2:Spoiler Hide Heavy Storm Majestic Mech- Ohka Face-down: Graveyard:Spoiler Hide Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast Forbidden Chalice Mirror Force Skill Drain Goblin Attack Force Forbidden Chalice Removed from play:Spoiler Hide - Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Beast King Barbaros 2- Beast King Barbaros 3- Beast King Barbaros 4- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 5- Fusilier Dragon, the dual-mode beast 6- Majestic Mech- Ohka 7- Thunder King Rai-Oh 8- Thunder King Rai-Oh 9- Honest 10- Honest 11- Winged Kuriboh 12- Winged Kuriboh 13- Plaguespreader Zombie 14- Counselor Lily 15- Counselor Lily 16- Dandylion 17- Dandylion 18- Cyber Dragon 19-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 20-The Flute of summoning Kuriboh 21- Forbidden Chalice 22- Mind Control 23- Brain Control 24- Mystical Space Typhoon 25- Giant Trunade 26- Foolish Burial 27- Berserker Crush 28- Pot of Avarice 29- Skill Drain 30- Call of the Haunted 31- Torrential Tribute Extra Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Goyo Guardian 2- Black Rose Dragon 3- Brionac, Dragon of the ice-barrier 4- Avenging Knight, Parshath 5- Avenging Knight, Parshath 6- Mist wurm 7- Flamvell Uruquizas 8-Flamvell Uruquizas 9- Magical Android 10- Colossal Fighter 11- Red Dragon Archfiend 12- Red Dragon Archfiend 13- Stardust Dragon 14- Stardust Dragon 15- Thought-ruler archfiend. Side Deck: Spoiler Hide 1- Reinforcement of the Army 2- The Warrior Returning Alive 3- Exiled Force 4- The Tricky 5- The Tricky 6- Necro Gardna 7- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 8- Shadow-Imprisoning Mirror 9- Mist Archfiend 10- Mist Archfiend 11- Pot of Avarice 12- Imperial Iron Wall 13- Imperial Iron Wall 14- Double Summon 15- Double Summon "I'll pay 800 life points to activate the spell card Brain Control, seizing control of your Fox Fire until the end of the turn. I'll immediately switch your Fox Fire to attack position then normal summon Majestic Mech- Ohka without tribute by its effect. I'll now attack you with every monster on my field for a total of 6900 points of damage. Any counters?"{table]1|2|3|4|5GF|FF|TK||MO||||[/table]GF= Goblin Attack Force (ATK: 2300, DEF: 0)FF= Fox Fire (ATK: 300, DEF: 200)TK= Thunder King Rai-Oh (ATK: 1900, DEF: 800)MO= Majestic Mech- Ohka (ATK: 2400, DEF: 1400) "Nope, so thats game. Well its been fun sir I do hope to be able to play you again some day." "The feeling is mutual, and I hope that your deeds become worthy of being recorded in the sagas." Horummmph, well, congratulations to Wulfric the Skald on his victory over Hiita the Firecharmer. You may both follow me to the fourth floor, though Lady Hiita is free to leave if she has no interest in seeing the other duels.As the two (or just Wulfric, if Hiita leaves) enter the fourth floor of the Tomb, they are met with a much smaller room than the previous floors. The room is decorated for the occasion, and there is still plenty of food. The far wall is characterized by two great doors - one Silver, the other Gold.

Yu-Gi-Oh Tournament ITP_ The Emerald Room

Shipwrecked! (DixieRebelDelight and Zoarster)

It had all seemed like such a good idea--from the group cruise that the two neighboring couples had decided to take together to their final decision to rent a Zodiac for some "adventure cruising." How quickly things went awry as the seas turned rough, tugging the small inflatable boat far from their cruise ship and eventually ripping the rubber raft to pieces, leaving the young adults' bodies to the tides.When Peter ( woke, the seas had calmed down but the skies were still stormy, winds and rain battering the 22 year-old newlywed. "Kate!" he shouted his wife's name down the beach, voice carrying over the wind, but to no avail. What he did see, however, was shelter--an old cement bunker system left by some long-forgotten military occupier. He ran toward it, hoping that his wife was inside.A few steps from the entrance to the bunker, Peter's heart fluttered as he saw an unconscious body face-down in the sand. But, on closer inspection, Peter found that it was not Kate ( but his traveling companion, Maggie ( Not wanting to leave her to the elements, he dragged her inside the bunker and closed the metal door, relieved to see that there was still a cache of supplies and a working generator left...Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, Jeff ( the elder of the two men by nearly 10 years, found himself in a similar situation albeit in very different surroundings. He had maintained consciousness during the storm and swam to shore with a woman he thought was Maggie, arriving at an abandoned resort chalet by the beach.His heart dropped inside his chest as he saw that his partner was not Maggie, but Kate; nonetheless, he motioned toward the nicely-appointed house and yelled to Kate, "Come on, let's get inside! This storm is pretty bad, and we can't have it getting worse!" The trip had seemed like such a great idea. And it would have been great if the storm had been less strong then it had actually been. Unfortunately things just hadn't turned out the way they had all hoped. If only. It was an age old refrain that would never change.Maggie had tried to fight against the current, had tried to fight to stay awake but finally she simply couldn't. She finally passed out and her body was left to the waves to do as they wanted to her until she was finally washed up onto the shores of the island. She was very lucky that she had actually made it. She didn't wake as she was pulled into the bunker.After a bit she shifted and began to cough hard, spitting up some water. Rolling over onto her side she slowly opened her eyes as she looked around. Wondering what the hell was going on.Kate was a strong swimmer, but even a strong swimmer would have issues with what was going on at the moment. However, it did give her a better chance at keeping her awareness about her. It also helped that somebody had a hold of her. She hoped that it was Peter but at the moment she couldn't figure it out. She was focusing on surviving and making it out of the storm alive.When they made it to shore she crawled onto the beach on her hands and knees, coughing as she looked around. Seeing that it was Jeff, she frowned, wondering where her husband was. Hearing him she nodded her head. Standing she moved quickly with him to the abandoned house. Walking in she looked around. Click... thunk, thunk, thunk. Click... thunk thunk. Click, hummm...The lights in the bunker, older styled lightbulbs with metal cages over them, would go on, flicker for a while, then go off again, making Maggie's journey to consciousness even rougher as Peter fumbled with a fusebox on the other side of the room. "Yes!" He finally exclaimed as he got the power stabilized, looking to Maggie with some surprise in his eyes."Oh, you're awake," he said with a smile as he walked over slowly, his t-shirt and boardshorts still soaking wet with seawater. "There's some kind of power supply in this place, not sure what it is, but I've managed to get the lights working. There's a bunch of military rations here too, and a lot of kerosene for the stoves. We'll be able to hold out while the storm calms down. Do you remember seeing Kate or Jeff?"The inside of the house was nice; the windows and doors were modern enough to keep the dirt and dust out of the structure for the most part, but it was also evident that it hadn't been used in a while. Still, much to Jeff's surprise, the lights went on when he flicked the switch inside the door. The house was a single level, with a large kitchen, bathroom, living space, and a bedroom. The living room had a comfortable couch as well, but there was nothing in the way of a computer, telephone, or any way of communicating with the outside world.Trying one of the linen cabinets, Jeff found a towel and tossed it over to Kate, taking one for himself and drying off as much as it would allow. "Here, let's dry off and then we can take stock of things... I didn't see Maggie or Peter anywhere on the beach or waves, but it looked like the island was pretty extensive." Seeing the lights on Maggie shifted and sat up. Looking around Maggie ran her fingers through her wet hair as she took in everything. A small frown came to her lips as she shifted a bit. Hearing the voice she looked over and raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw Peter and not Jeff.Nodding her head slightly to show that she was listening she shifted and stood, her body was aching from the beating the waves had given her body. "Well we got lucky then," she said, her voice hoarse from the sea water she had swallowed. At the question she shook her head, "I don't even remember seeing you out there," she answered.Kate looked around the house, taking it in. When the lights came on she was surprised. She hadn't expected power to be on in a house on an island like this. Looking over at him she caught the towel and nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm hoping they just washed up on a different side," she said softly, praying that her husband had made it to the island safely.Since she was wearing her bathing suit underneath a pair of shorts meant to be a cover for bathing suit bottoms and a t-shirt she slipped out of the shorts and t-shirt, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get dry enough with those soaking pieces of clothing on her and if she caught seriously sick before they could get off of the island she could be in severe danger. She began to dry herself, knowing she would be able to get a lot drier with just her bathing suit on and she wasn't too worried because she had been around Jeff in just her bathing suit and drying off. She thought of it as nothing more then that. "Seemed like you'd taken a pretty hard hit to the head when I brought you in here... I doubt you saw much of anything, frankly. We should get dry, I saw some crates of clothes downstairs, I brought some of them up." Jeff gestured to some military-style crates, cracking them open. They contained a few more formal uniforms, but also fortunately some more casual training outfits as well--a men's set that included a pair of convertible cargo pants and t-shirts, and a women's set that had pairs of tight-fitting pants and shorts along with sports bras."There are a few rooms off to the side with bunks, along with a shower and bathroom. The water's still running, so we should get changed. Maybe we can explore this complex more afterwards," he offered, grabbing a uniform and heading to the bathroom, which was made up of a shared corridor of bathroom stalls and a men and women's shower area off to either side. It wasn't exactly private, but it was better than what one would expect from an abandoned island.Jeff shrugged, not thinking anything of Kate's undressing. He himself pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it into a laundry basket that was conveniently located. He wondered to himself if there were more clothes somewhere in the house, as they hadn't fully explored it, but for the time being he tied a towel onto his waist to soak up the excess water and walked to the kitchen, opening the closet."Hey Kate! Looks like we're lucky, there's a ton of canned food in the pantry!" He immediately stopped himself, taking a deep breath as he realized thatluckywasn't the right word for it. Taking a deep breath and remembering that two of their companions were still missing, he added, "When we find Peter and Maggie, we can probably hole up here until we can find someone to rescue us." "You've been busy," she said as she watched him open the crates. Walking over she looked over the clothes. She let him grab what he wanted before she grabbed a pair of the women's pants, a sports bra, and one of the men's shirts and headed into the bathroom. Looking around she took in the shower stalls. She wasn't worried about privacy at the moment. All she wanted was to get warm. It was all that mattered. Seeing some towels she snagged one and headed back to a shower stall. She put her clothes and the towel down and turned the water on. When it got warm enough to help combat against the coldness from the sea she stripped out of her clothes and quickly stepped underneath the spray.Maggie didn't waste time. She simply washed the seawater off of her body and warmed herself up and shut off the water. Grabbing the towel she dried off before getting dressed in the clothes that Peter had found. Heading toward the main area she slipped her hands into her pockets, feeling a bit better physically now.Once she was dry enough she wrapped the towel around her body as she headed into the kitchen when she heard him. A soft sigh came from her as she crossed her arms, cupping her elbows as she thought of her husband and his wife out there. She was scared and wondering what had happened to them. "Maybe the storm will settle down soon so we can start to look for them," she said as she looked over at him."But at least until then we can take care of ourselves so that we'll be ready for whatever is going to happen," she said, having to look at the good side of finding the house, of finding the food, even if Peter wasn't there. "You were out for a good three hours, Maggie," he said to her. He was on the opposite side of the washroom, taking a shower of his own, glad that the hot water was still working. He gave a sigh of relief as he felt the salt water washing off of him, although there was no soap to be found for the moment.Unlike Maggie, he took his time in the shower, enjoying the warm spray against his tired muscles before he dried himself off, got dressed, and headed outside, looking around the main room and trying to see where Maggie went off to. "Maggie? Where are you?" He cried out, a bit worried. After all, as an abandoned military base, there could still be a few dangerous munitions or traps in the bunker."There's some clothes in here if you want to get changed, along with some soap and shampoo," Jeff let Kate know as he explored the bedroom closet. The clothes were a bit old-fashioned, resort attire that was both elegant and sexy at the same time--low-cut sundresses, two-piece bikinis, and sexy lingerie for women, and tight shirts, sexy shorts, and even a couple of speedos for men. It was a bit embarrassing for him to tell her about the clothes, but staying in their current outfits would be less than optimal. Hearing him she moved back out of the hallway she had started to walk down a bit. "I'm right here. Don't worry so much. I'm not going to go too far without you. The last thing we need to do is to get separated. If we're going to make it until we can find our spouses and get off this island we'll need each other," she said as she gave a small smile to him. "Relax, okay?" she said as she slipped her hands into her pockets as she leaned against the wall."You explored earlier so I was just curious about where we were staying. Can't really blame me, can you?" she said with a slight smile.Hearing him she headed into the bedroom. Hearing him a slight smile came to her lips, "Wonderful," she said happily. "We need to get warmed up and into some clothes that are completely dry. We cannot afford to get sick right now," she said as she watched him. Walking over to him she looked over the clothes and raised an eyebrow slightly. It wasn't exactly the best clothes in the world but she couldn't exactly be picky.Grabbing one of the sundresses she looked up at him, "You don't mind if I grab a quick shower do you? I promise that I won't take long and I will leave plenty of hot water for you," she said as she watched him. "Not at all... I just kind of worry," Peter laughed nervously at himself as he elaborated, "I mean you see all those movies where they find some kind of bunker like this and there are all kinds of booby traps and shit. Not that I'd know what to do with them any more than you would."The younger man blushed a little at how silly he was being, motioning to the long main hallway that led to the main section of the bunker. "How far have you gone? Maybe we should figure out what else is here, like if there's some crusty old soldiers hunkering down or something." He was visibly more comfortable now than he had been earlier, laughing his own worries out of the picture."Sure, go ahead. I'll take a look through the rest of the house, see if I can find a radio or something in the attic, or at the very least a map of the island. Holler if you need anything." The rain was still beating hard on the house, and Jeff was glad to know that they could at least make themselves comfortable in the meantime.He headed out of the bedroom, looking to a trapdoor in the ceiling and pulling it down, coughing at the cloud of dust that came down. Either way, he was glad that he did it, since the door revealed a full set of stairs leading up to an attic that looked like it contained more of the emergency type supplies in the house. Grabbing a flashlight from one of the closets, he headed upstairs and began to rummage. Listening to him Maggie raised an eyebrow slightly as she watched him before smiling a little bit as she nodded her head, "Makes sense," she replied. Shifting a bit she looked around. She was curious if there was anything like booby traps but she didn't figure there would be. After all, with the way the island was she couldn't see much of a reason for anybody to really put booby traps in the bunker."I haven't gone that far," she answered as she looked over at him before chuckling a bit as she nodded her head. "That sounds like a good idea to me," she replied as she turned and began to walk.Smiling a little bit Kate nodded her head, "Thank you," she replied before heading into the bathroom. She shut the door and started the water. She didn't lock the door because if something happened she didn't want to give him a locked door to get through. When the water got warm she stripped out of her bathing suit and stepped into the water. She showered, getting clean of the salt water. Once she was warmed up and feeling better she shut off the water and stepped out.Grabbing a towel she dried off and got dressed in one of the bikinis she had grabbed and the sundress. She grabbed the wet clothes and hung them up where they could dry before looking around, "Jeff?" she called out. "Just the bedrooms then?" And bybedrooms,Peter was being generous. Most of them were uninhabitable, rusting bunk racks with moldy mattresses. One or two of them were inhabitable, the best of them being a large room with an actual bed rather than a bunk that must have been the commander's when the bunker was operational.As they walked past those half dozen or so doors of bedroom, the corridor began to get narrower, stone floors converting to metal catwalk. Peter looked to a metal hatch on one wall that had a small slit in it and turned the handle, grunting with effort as it opened to reveal an old brig. In the center of the room was a large metal cage with shackles, and a table of restraints and implements of worse hobbies was tucked away in a corner. The slit was apparently to allow food in for prisoners, although Peter wasn't sure how they would reach it if they were confined in the cage. Odder--and perhaps in some ways scarier--was that most of the implements and restraints were in working condition and unused.His eyes widened and he looked awkwardly to Maggie, biting his lip. "Well, I guess this was the brig. At least we're lucky there are no decaying bodies or anything." He cocked his head to one side, trying to edge his way out of the dark room and past his companion. There was something about being alone in that kind of setting that made him nervous."Up in the attic," Jeff called, before adding, "Don't come up though--you'll get dirty all over again. It's a bit dusty is all, and most of this stuff is crap. I'll be down in a second." When he came, he was carrying a crate of stuff from the attic, including some kerosene lanterns, hiking gear, and a book. He laid it down on the living room table before shutting the hatch, looking to Kate as he took a seat on the couch."So, this is all I could find that was of any use. This map is pretty interesting." He unfolded what looked to be a map of the island. "There's a resort here on the south side, where we are, a mountain in the center, some forest, and an abandoned military installation on the northwest. It's pretty huge... I hope that's good news for Maggie and Peter." He took a deep breath, the thought of his wife making him a bit lonely.He glanced back up after a second, smiling to her. "That dress suits you, by the way." It was a compliment to break the tension and loneliness, and it was innocent. Walking through the installation Maggie took into everything. She was studying everything as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her pants as she took in everything. Seeing the different bunkers and how they were rotting she wondered how long it had been since anybody had been there. However, when they found the bed that was completely fine she raised an eyebrow slightly as she glanced at him. Well wasn't this interesting. She was missing her husband, she was. However, she'd always had a thing for Peter, had always wanted a chance at him.As they continued to make their way through she frowned a little when they came to the metal catwalk. Continuing to walk she looked around the brig and a slight smirk came to her lips. Walking forward she studied everything as she took it all in. Glancing over at him she nodded her head, "Lucky for us," she agreed as she watched him before smiling a little bit at the nervousness. Turning she followed him out of the brig. "It looked like we were going to end up having to share a bed. But it looked big enough to be okay," she said."Okay," she called back before heading into the living room. She sat down and tucked her legs underneath her as she waited for him to come down. When he did she looked over at him, watching him. Seeing the map she smiled a bit as she leaned forward. Looking over it, she took it all in. "I hope that's where they're at," she said softly.She was missing Peter. Jeff was a great friend but she was missing her husband. Hearing Jeff she looked at him and smiled a little, "Thank you," she said. "Yeah...we can do the top of sheet, bottom of sheet thing," Peter offhandedly remarked. Although he'd been married less than a year ago, his best friend was also a woman, and he often did that when sleeping over at her place. His steps were quick as he exited the brig, heading down the hallway to a fenced storage pen that seemed to hold crates upon crates of cargo. Judging from the condition of the crates, they had washed ashore, but since they were still there, Peter had to assume that the contents were still safe."We should look through these later," he suggested as he turned his back to the large hold of cargo, figuring that the large crates could be a task for another day. Considering the echo of the rain and the musty smell that filled the bunker, they'd have quite a few more stormy days before it was safe to go out and try to find their spouses. He turned and headed back to the main room, where he set up the stove on one of the steel tables and lit it to try to warm one of the rations."There are some villas down the beach too, maybe they made it to one of those," Jeff said hopefully, looking out the window. There was no visibility whatsoever, so he couldn't tell whether those villas were even still standing. He swallowed hard as he thought of the unpleasant option before turning to Kate, forcing a smile."Do you want me to try to cook up some of the cans in the pantry?" Nodding her head she walked along with him. She wasn't going to worry about it at the moment. Looking over the crates she tilted her head slightly, curious about what was inside of the crates. But she agreed with him. There was time to look through them and it would keep them busy later when they needed to do something to keep themselves busy. "Later would be a good idea," she said, voicing her agreement.Walking back with him to the main room she sat down at the table and relaxed back as she watched him as he began to heat up the rations.Sighing softly she looked toward the window, hoping that their spouses had made it. Looking over at him she shook her head, "You go ahead and get your shower. You've done quite a bit. You ought to get the saltwater off of you and the dust. I'll cook up something from what I can find," she answered as she watched him with a small smile as she stood.They were in this together. They had to work together and he'd done his portion by helping get her out of the sea and getting her into the house and then finding the map and things. Now it was her turn to do something. Seven days later...Maggie and Peter's time in the bunker quickly became monotonous. Sure, the two of them were good friends and talked a lot, but there was precious little to do in the cement structure. Time had no meaning, since sunlight couldn't get in to any of the rooms that weren't ruined. The two of them shared the bed, Peter sleeping above the sheet and Maggie below so they didn't actually touch--a term that Peter insisted on. But the tension was admittedly a bit much for Peter, and Maggie might have heard his grunts in the shower the couple of times he'd taken care of himself, so to speak.Peter had delayed opening the cargo for as long as he could, partly because he didn't want to let out a rat infestation or something similar, and partly because he had an irrational fear of walking past the brig. It wasn't as if there were anyone there, after all. Still, the boredom had gotten the best of him, and he wondered if there were at least some magazines or games in the crates. "Hey Maggie... have the energy to go open those crates?"It was indeed night. Jeff and Kate had a better time of things, with a nice collection of books for them to occupy themselves as well as a few CDs that could be played in a sound system that the house was equipped with. Some new age music was playing quietly to try to change up the pitter-patter of the rain outside as Jeff slept on the couch, tossing and turning a bit as he had one of his many recurring nightmares of what might have happened to Maggie.Things with Maggie hadn't been great before they left on the cruise. It wasn't anything that the couple couldn't handle, of course, but the two of them were getting toward their seventh year of marriage and Maggie had begun to complain that Jeff wasn't performing like he used to. To be honest, Jeff thought that their sex life could use a bit of spicing up as well, but neither of them did much but gripe about it occasionally. It didn't help any that the thin wall between their apartment and Kate and Peter's let them hear the younger couple's lovemaking quite well, and their volume and enthusiasm was something Maggie would comment on frequently in their arguments. Maggie was slowly going insane. She was missing her husband, wishing for the intimacy from her husband and it wasn't easy that she was sleeping in the same bed as Peter, somebody that she had listened to and wanted for quite a while. Besides that, she'd also heard Peter in the showers the couple of times. She hadn't meant to, she hadn't done it on purpose. But when she'd heard him she couldn't help but stop and listen and quickly get out of the way. She was wanting that human contact.Hearing him she looked over at him and smiled a bit, "Yeah I do. I'm going out of my mind with boredom here," she answered as she stood and began to lead the way to the crates, having no problem with brig.Kate was relieved that they had the books and the CDs to keep themselves busy. She knew that things could definitely be a lot worse if they didn't keep themselves busy. However, at night was the worse time. She slept on the bed in the room alone and she tossed and turned, hardly sleeping. She had nightmares of the storm and nightmares of what had happened to her husband. She was awake most of the night because of those dreams. Finally she simply couldn't take being alone any longer.Standing she walked out of the room and looked over at Jeff. She could tell that he was having a nightmare as well. Walking over to him she gently shook him, "Jeff," she said, trying to wake him for himself to escape from the nightmare but also for herself as well. Peter glanced nervously at the brig as they passed, as if something were going to jump out at him. He carried a crowbar he'd found with the stoves and opened the fence to access the crates, leading her inside and then choosing a random crate to start--it was filled with computer paper, made damp and soggy by the waves and then dried to wrinkling. Three more crates in, and they'd found blankets, which was at least somewhat fortunate. The fifth crate, though, made Peter's face go red as he looked over his shoulder to see Maggie's reaction. It was full of sex toys and porno mags.Jeff nearly fell off the sofa when she shook him, he was so scared. He had just been dreaming about finding Maggie's corpse washed up on shore, and then hands were grasping him. Catching his breath for a few seconds, he looked to Kate with relief, breathing deeply once more before he spoke to her. "Oh, Kate. Sorry if I woke you, I was having a nightmare again." As the days had been passed Maggie had been forgoing the heavier shirt and started walking around in just the sports bra. It was just easier for her. Walking along with him she glanced over at the brig door before looking forward as she walked along with him. Maggie helped him open the crates. When they got to the last one she raised an eyebrow when she saw the sex toys and porn. A small smirk came to her lips, "Well, I don't think we're going to be bored any more," she said with a small chuckle, joking about it to break the tension and to make it seem like no big deal.Watching him she shook her head, "You didn't wake me up. I was already awake. I can hardly sleep," she replied as she watched him. Shifting slightly she sighed a bit, "I actually came out here to ask you a favor. Can you come sleep in the bed with me? I think it might help me sleep a little easier if I can feel another human presence in the bed. I feel too alone and waking after the nightmares alone just makes them worse," she said softly as she watched him. Peter was in shock when he saw what was inside the crates. What the heck had they been doing here, he wondered? He swallowed hard, laughing nervously at Maggie's comment but quickly grabbing another crate and opening it, glad to see that it had some canned food in it that was, mercifully, still good, at least according to the expiration dates. "Well, at least it won't be more rations, huh?" he asked, trying not to glance over at the sex toys.Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, Jeff twitched nervously at Kate's offer. Normally, he'd have accepted out of pity, but seeing as things had been rocky with Maggie when they were separated, he felt a tinge of guilt. Yet he knew (or at least thought) that Peter and Kate hadn't been having the same kinds of issues, and figured that Kate would keep things under control. "Umm... sure. It might help me sleep better too." Maggie looked over the toys, a small smirk playing over her lips before looking into the box he opened. Taking out the food she looked all of it over, checking to make sure it was all still sealed and within expiration date. Seeing that it was definitely all good she looked up at him and grinned a bit, "Definitely better then anything I had hoped for when I came down here," she said. As they continued opening boxes, they found a couple more filled with canned food that was still good and a box filled with regular magazines and cards and board games. It appeared to be something to help alleviate the boredom in a cleaner way or to show a clean way of entertainment. The last two crates were filled with alcohol, mostly rum. Looking it over she smiled a bit, "This is definitely as nice as the food," she said as she looked at Peter.Watching him, Kate gently chewed on her bottom lip, worried about what he was going to answer. She honestly didn't know how many more nights that she could go with no sleep as she had been doing. There were bags underneath her eyes and she wasn't eating enough when they did fix food. She simply wasn't hungry. When he finally answered a slow smile came to her lips, "Thank you so much," she said as she stood. Reaching out she took his hand and pulled gently. When he was standing she led the way into the bedroom. She let go of his hand and dropped down onto the bed and relaxed as she sighed softly and closed her eyes. She had taken to wearing the shorts and one of the tight shirts when she went to bed. She would wear one of the lingerie bottoms because it was the closest she had to underwear instead of the bikini's when she went to bed. But she didn't think about it when she had gone to wake him up about the fact that the tight shirt covered braless breasts. It was as comfortable as she could get to sleep. Well... now this was something they could both agree was fun.Peter picked up the bottle of rum, feeling its heft in his hands and looking at the label. He was far from an expert on rum, but he knew the good stuff when he saw it--and this was the good stuff. Nodding his head, he grinned to Maggie. "Wow... this stuff ain't cheap either. Want to break one open here?" His hand was already on the top, ready to twist it open. Something, anything, to take the edge off would be more than welcome.Jeff himself was less than dressed for sleep as well. He was shirtless, he realized as he followed her into the bedroom, and wearing only a pair of boxers. He followed her into the bedroom, a reverie clouding his vision as he imagined it was Maggie holding his hand. But then when she dropped his hand, he realized it was Kate, and paused. "I'll be right back--I'm a bit chilly, let me go get an undershirt." It was a cool night, but not cold; his lie was tangible, but it could also be accepted to keep them both within their comfort zones. Looking up at him she gave a slow smile as she nodded her head, "I'm definitely up for that. Its been a rough....however, long its been since we were stranded. Lets have us some of it," she answered as she watched him as she stood. "We've definitely earned it without a doubt," she stated with a grin as she watched him. Once he took his drink from it she took the bottle and drank some of it down, enjoying the first drink.Hearing him she opened her eyes, "There's some shirts in the dresser," she said as she curled up underneath the blanket. She wasn't wanting to be alone at all. She'd had a pretty gruesome nightmare that night, which was what had woken her up so early in the night, and she couldn't bear to be alone any longer even for the amount of time it would take him to go get a shirt and come back. Peter took a long swig of the rum, giving off an "Aah" before handing the bottle to Maggie, his grin daring her to take more than he had just done. He could feel that, on the meager rations they were eating, this would go to his head quickly and hard, but he didn't care. The familiar feeling of detachment that the booze brought was a more welcome relief than anything else they'd found, and even the hangover would be a source of normalcy--albeit painful--in the odd world that they found themselves living in."Thanks," Jeff commented, not really wanting to leave either. Honestly, the older man would rather slip in and have comfort sex no matter who it was, but his judgement told him better. He would slip into bed next to Kate, hand innocently on her shoulder, rubbing calming circles as he said wistfully, "We'll find them, Kate. I'm sure of it." Seeing the look Maggie did take more then he did. She knew that same thing he did. It would go to their heads and the hangover was going to be a bitch. But she was also worried a bit about what she would do when she got drunk but she wouldn't worry about it. She wanted some normalcy, something that was from home and though she wouldn't have had anything as good as this rum she did enjoy rum.Smiling a little she nodded her head before closing her eyes. Hearing him she reached up and laid her hand on his hand as she sighed, "I definitely hope so. I miss him so much," she said softly, her voice already heavy with sleep. It wasn't long before she went to sleep. After a few moments into sleep she shifted backwards until she was pressing against him, enjoying the warmth. It gave her the comfort she had hoped for. However, the longer she slept she began to dream, the nightmares beginning. However, she was able to not fully wake from them because she felt him behind her. In sleep she thought Jeff was Peter and so she shifted back against him, rubbing her ass against him until she felt the hardness pressing against her and as she did that her dream changed into a very erotic one starring Peter. Running on dreams she shifted a bit and slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped her hand around him. She began to slowly stroke him, her actions controlling her semi-dream. She was awake enough to do what she was doing but not fully awake. It would be about half a dozen swigs each before they downed the entire bottle. Peter was visibly staggering a bit, sitting down cross-legged on the floor and breathing hard. "Damn that was good... and you can put down with the best of them!" He laughed raucously, the first real laugh he'd had since they got into this whole mess. His head was swaying a bit from side to side, a drunken smile across his face.Jeff too would fall asleep quickly, his dreams calming themselves. His newest dreams were nicer, warmer, enhanced by the feeling of Kate's body against him. His hands would wrap around her more possessively, moving from just her shoulder to encircling her torso, albeit over the soft cotton sheets that the house had provided them. He murmured in pleasure, his cock hardening as he felt her grasp on it, stirring but not awakening as he gave her the room to play. Maggie was as drunk as Peter was and she was enjoying it. She was eyeing Peter. Her inhibitions were gone and her need for human contact was at the front of her mind at the moment. Hearing him a laugh came from her as she dropped down next to him, "Oh I've always been able to do that," she said as she looked at him before reaching out and laid her hand on his leg as she studied him. "But that isn't the only thing I can do with the best," she said as she shifted, moving onto her knees as she knelt next to him.Feeling his arms around her a small smile came to her lips, enjoying the closeness. Feeling the pulsing, warm cock in her hand she was just that much more content. She continued to slowly stroke him, even dreaming she wanted to prolong the experience. After a bit she began to move her hand a little faster. "Is that right?" Peter asked, laughing as she put her hand on his thigh and knelt beside her. "Well what else is it you can do, and who are these 'best' you speak of?" His tone was raucous, flirtatious even, head canted to one side as his hand slipped around her neck, half because the stunning blonde looked even better through rum goggles and half to support himself.At some point during the handjob, Jeff woke, realizing what was happening. He took a deep breath, his will tested. It felt so good to have that element of sexual closeness, even if it wasn't from his wife. His mind struggled with the enjoyment of what he knew to be wrong, but he kept silent, lying there and pretending to be sleeping as she gave him the reach-around handjob. A soft laugh came from her as she watched him, "Yeah that's right," she answered as she watched him. Raising an eyebrow slightly she gave a shrug a bit. She wasn't really paying much attention to what she said, after all it was more of just an opening. As his hand slipped around her neck she grew more daring as she ran her hand up to his cock, slowly running her fingers over him through his pants.Kate continued to move her hand along his length. After a few moments after Jeff woke so she did she. It took a moment for everything to register and for her to realize that she wasn't giving her husband the hand job but instead her neighbour but the closeness felt so good. Being so close to him felt great because she didn't know when she would see her husband. She didn't even know if her husband was alive. She knew it was wrong because her husband might be alive but she needed somebody at the moment. She kept her eyes closed as she continued to move her hand. Peter's grin showed he was turned on, but he'd also had far too much booze for his cock to become more than semi-erect. "I don't think Jeff would like this," he muttered half-heartedly, more because he knew he couldn't get it up than because he had any moral inhibitions given his drunken state.Jeff found himself biting down hard on his lip to stop from moaning in pleasure, fearing it would wake Kate. His cock would throb in her hands, releasing the familiar fluid of precum that would let her lube up and go faster if she wanted to. He thought to himself how strange it was that even an act as simple as a handjob could feel so wrong and so good at the same time. Hearing him a deep frown came to her lips as she laid her hand and shoved him back, "That's just a pathetic thing to say," she growled at him as she watched him before a smirk came to her lips as she studied him. She shifted and shoved her hand into his pants, wrapping her hand around his semi-erect cock. "This is pathetic too. Can't even get hard enough to do anything. That worse then pathetic. I can't even think of the word worse enough to call you for this. Jeff wouldn't have a problem because clearly nothing is going to happen," she stated as she watched him.Feeling the precum she bit her bottom lip. She shifted her hand slightly, using it to make gliding her hand along his length easier and she began to stroke him faster and a little more firmly. Her breathing was coming a little faster but that could be attributed to a dream that she was acting out in reality. Peter jumped as she shoved her hand down his pants, his cock squirming in her grasp. He would have been mad, but instead he just grinned stupidly to her; if he were sober, he wouldn't have admitted what he was about to admit--but he wasn't sober. "Damn... you're hot when you're angry. Next thing you'll tell me you're gonna sit on my face instead or something."It didn't take long after the precum for Jeff to let his entire load go, a low groan escaping his lips in spite of himself, sticky cum coating his boxers and Kate's hand, making their shared indiscretion undeniable. He froze, licking his lips and wondering if he should 'wake' and say anything, or wait until morning. Watching him she raised an eyebrow slightly when he just grinned stupidly but when she heard what he said a slow grin came to her lips. So he enjoyed it. Gripping him a little tighter she gave a smirk, "Since you're incapable of fucking me I think I just might do that," she stated. As usual she was just in the sports bra and pants that made up her wardrobe. "But first," she said she pulled her hand out of his pants. She straddled him and reached down, grasping the sports bra. She pulled it up, her breasts pulling up as she did and when she came free they bounced slightly. She tossed the sports bra to the side, without her aiming it landed in the box of sex toys and pornos. She grasped the back of his head and pulled him forward as she cupped one of her breasts, guiding his mouth to her nipple. She was finally getting what she wanted and being drunk she had no inhibitions and worry about being too pushy.[hr[As he came she shifted a bit unsure of what she should do at the moment. However, since she had been careful to make sure that he still thought she was asleep she simply shifted, keeping her hand wrapped around him as she continued to pretend to be asleep. She knew if she pulled her hand from his boxers she wouldn't be able to keep up the charade of being asleep, she would want to get up and clean her hand. Maggie didn't need to force Peter to dothat. He took eagerly to it, suckling and flicking at her nipples as he felt his face pushed into her cleavage, moaning in pleasure as he did so. All along, he was trying to will his cock to be harder, but with half a bottle of strong rum in his system, that was proving quite difficult. Still, even though he was drunk, his suckling wasn't too bad, and he would feel her nipple hardening against his tongue.Since Kate decided to keep up the charade of sleep, Jeff felt that he had no other choice but to do so as well. He didn't want to wake her to a handful of cum, after all, so he uneasily rested next to her until morning, relieved that he had been given that physical contact that he so needed but wracked with guilt and worries about how he would deal with this when the sun came up. With the alcohol running through her system the need to be in control, the want to decide where she was touched and with what part of his body was in full force and wasn't tempered at all. A deep moan came from her as she felt his mouth working her nipple. It didn't take long at all before her nipple hardened. After a few moments she pulled back slightly, signalling to him. "The other one," she said as she kept her fingers tangled in his hair as she enjoyed the pleasure that was beginning to run through her system.Kate stayed like that as she kept her eyes closed. She was starting to feel guilty. She'd enjoyed the giving and the human contact but now she was craving more. She needed more. She had no idea where he husband was or whether he was still even alive or not and that scared her beyond belief because she might never find his body if he hadn't made it and she didn't know what to do. But as long as she had given that hand job to Jeff she hadn't been filled with worries. She'd begun to feel a little more like herself. But she couldn't stop the guilt and shame because of what had happened. She continued to lay there until she knew that the sun was going to be up. Shifting a bit she pulled her hand out of his boxers, acting like she was just waking up. Yawning she shifted and slowly stood. She made her way to the bathroom, yawning as she kept her eyes half closed as if she was just waking up and doing her usual morning routine. Once she had the door shut and locked behind her she turned the water on and began to wash her hands. His lips suckled eagerly at Maggie's other nipple. Peter hadn't lusted for the older woman the same way she'd lusted for him, as he was still quite enamored with Kate, but it didn't hurt that she found her drop-dead gorgeous and was now discovering a new side of himself. The booze still kept his cock less than hard, but she would be able to tell from his moans and its closer-to-erect state that he was indeed enjoying this.Jeff awoke when Kate did, his boxers stained with cum. So the previous night hadn't been a dream--or, if it had, it'd been a wet one. He took a deep breath and sighed, watching the bathroom door anxiously, wondering what Kate would do when she came out. He was glad that she'd exited, as it gave him time to think, and to figure out what, if anything, he'd say about the night before. A deep moan came from her as she arched, pressing closer to his mouth as she dropped her head back as she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on her nipple. Hearing his moans a small smirk played over her lips because she knew that he was enjoying it as well. Deciding to push things a little farther she pulled away and stood. Reaching down she undid her pants and slipped them and her bikini bottoms off since that was what she was using as underwear. She knelt and pushed him back before straddling his mouth, "Since you're so weak you can't hold your booze and stay hard you're going to just have to use your mouth to make me cum," she stated as she pressed against his mouth. "I've heard you finish in the showers and now its your turn to hear me," she stated.Kate wasn't sure at all how to handle things at all. Completely unsure. Finally she walked out and decided to pretend as if nothing had happened. Moving into the kitchen she began to fix their breakfast, not sure if he was awake yet or not. His eyes widened in shock as he realized Maggie had been listening to him. Peter had taken his showers as a private place, and tended to be a verbal masturbater. With Maggie walking around in a sports bra so much, he had to admit he'd thought of her a couple of times while jerking off, and hoped he hadn't moaned her name out loud during those thoughts.Those fears were quickly stricken from his mind, though, as he started to feel Maggie's pubes against his face, which was soon buried in more than that. His jaw stretched open, nose buried in her clit as his tongue plunged inside her pussy. He was turned on, to be sure, but he also had no choice in the matter.Jeff had come to a decision by the time Kate had come out of the shower. He had to say something, or this would fester. Walking into the kitchen in a bathrobe, he walked to Kate and smiled nervously. "Hey Kate, about last night..." he didn't want to seem aggressive or upset, but didn't want to be flippant either. "Well... thank you." It wasn't a come on, or an invitation for more, but a sincere gesture of gratitude. "I... well I kind of needed that. It's not easy to be away from Maggie and things just seem more... normal with some contact." A deep groan came from her as she felt his mouth on her, felt him responding. The pleasure was nice, the touch was so nice after not having it for a while. She pressed closer against his mouth, moving against him in her pleasure. It didn't take long as she pressed against him as she groaned deeply as she came, her hips quickly moving as she pressed against him.Hearing him she tensed, unsure of what was about to say. Slowly turning she looked at him, studying him as she listened. Hearing him she sighed in relief as she smiled a little bit, "I know what you mean. The contact was nice, it was nice to know that somebody was close again," she replied as she watched him. "I miss Peter and I don't even know if he's still alive or not and I needed last night as much as you did," she said as she watched him. Peter felt his face getting rubbed and pasted with her cum as she exploded on his face, tongue eager but struggling to lap up her juices as she fucked his face. His eyes closed tightly, hands balling into fists as her hips went wild.Jeff wasn't sure where to go with the conversation. He knew that the night would leave him wanting more, at least occasionally, but he also didn't want to push. He took a deep breath, looking to Kate and hoping he'd chosen the right tack as he admitted, "Okay... I was thinking of saying something corny and veiled like 'I'm here if you need me,' but that'd be dumb." He laughed a little, gaging her reaction as he continued, "So I'll be straight with you: maybe we should do this... I mean, not go all the way, but other things... as we need them, until we find Maggie and Peter at least. It'll keep us sane, and that's saying a lot in a spot like this." Once she began to come down she shifted and dropped down onto the floor next to her. Panting heavily she relaxed back as she closed her eyes and relaxed back as she panted, relaxing as a small smile played over her lips.Hearing him a soft laugh came from her, "I am glad that you didn't go with that," she replied as she watched him. Leaning against the counter she listened to what he was saying before smiling a little bit as she nodded her head, "I think that would be best. We need somebody or we will go insane," she said as she walked over to him and laid her hand on his arm as she smiled a little bit. "I think until we can find Maggie and Peter, this is the best way to go," she added. As Maggie slid off of him, Peter felt the exhaustion of her face-fucking coupled with drunkenness overtaking him. His eyelids were getting heavy, and he couldn't bear to get up as they shut, putting him into a deep sleep right there, naked, in the middle of the storeroom."Thank god... that could've turned out very bad." Jeff smiled broadly, taking Kate and hugging her in a supportive embrace that was somewhere between loving and friendly. His lips pressed gently against her forehead and planted a kiss there before he let her go, leaning over the stove. "Now... onto more pressing matters, like this delicious-smelling breakfast. 3 AM handjobs always have me starving," he joked, hoping he could break from the seriousness of the morning. When he passed out she looked over at him and smirked a bit. Shifting slightly she stood and stretched. She got dressed and moved over to the box of sex toys, curious about what as in it. She looked through it all before grinning as she found a collar. Walking over to him she slipped it on before gathering all of his clothes, except his shoes. She walked to the bedroom they shared and slipped out of her pants and dropped down on the bed and relaxed back and was soon sleeping.Smiling a bit she watched him. She returned the hug before turned, watching as he moved to the stove. Hearing him she laughed as she walked over to the stove, "Since you're out of shape anything like that would," she said, but her tone was completely teasing and no meanness or harshness behind it as she continued fixing their breakfast, soon finishing it up. It would be a good several hours before Peter finally awoke with a splitting headache and an embarrassedly aroused recollection of what had happened before. The stench of sex was still all over his face, and he tugged unamusedly at the collar as he arose, searching in vain for his clothes before he headed to their shared bedroom, looking for Maggie. "Maggie... this really isn't funny, I was drunk and I may have done some things, but it doesn't mean I'm your new toy..."Jeff laughed, shaking his head. "Geez, Kate. It's only been a week or so, give me more credit than that! Then again, if you want to put me on a... workout plan, I've got no objections," he said with a sly grin. Hearing Peter, Maggie shifted and yawned. Opening her eyes she glanced over at him and smirked a bit, "You might want to remember exactly how much you enjoyed it," she replied as she sat up and stretched. Tossing the covers back she stood and grabbed his clothes, tossing them to him. "Here. I was just having a bit of fun," she said as she grabbed her own pants and pulled them on.Hearing him a small smirk came to her lips as she glanced over at him, "And what type of workout plan do you have in mind?" she asked with a small smile as she put everything on plates. By this time, of course, the booze had worn off, and as soon as he saw her naked body, his cock would become recognizably and noticeably rock hard. His eyes were fixed on her tits as he missed the easy toss of his clothes, although he'd shake his head when they hit him and continue to act mad, although it would seem nothing but a childish facade to her. "Well... it might've been fun at the time, but we should probably be more responsible." It was clear that she could break him right now if she wanted to, with a well-aimed jab or by turning that dominatrix back on."I don't know," Jeff shrugged flirtatiously as he looked to her. "Thought you might have some ideas. Is there anything youdon'twant me working out?" Seeing his cock become hard a small smirk came to her lips as she studied him. Hearing him she raised an eyebrow slightly. Tossing her pants onto the bed she turned and walked over to him. "We're surviving here Peter. We deserve something," she stated as she reached up with one hand and tapped the collar. "What happened last night was fun," she said before reaching down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Now it looks like you've finally recovered and can remain hard unlike last night. So do you want to go a round or would you rather just scurry off to the showers like a thirteen year old boy who doesn't know what to do with the female body?" she asked.Chuckling she looked over at him, "I can't think of anything," she answered as she grinned a bit at him before sitting down at the table. "Come, eat," she said as she began to eat. Peter was tempted--sorely tempted. At the same time, he was honestly quite committed to Kate and also fearful of the desires that had been unearthed earlier. He bit his lip, gnawing on it as he considered Maggie's offer before shaking his head. "Maggie... it's not that I'm not tempted, but it hardly seems like we should be cheating on our spouses as rewards for being alive. They could be dead, or worse, somewhere out there..."Jeff grinned, having enjoyed the bit of flirtation, but he was in all honesty quite ravenous, so he sat down with Kate to eat. He looked outside the window, where monsoon season kept the rains coming hard and fast. "It's so terrible out there... I'm glad this house is well-built, or we'd have problems. Then again, this whole island seems pretty well-prepared, so I think there's a good chance Maggie and Peter are just hunkering down like we are." Listening to Peter, Maggie raised an eyebrow slightly as she laid her hand on his chest and pushed him against the wall so that she could be sure to keep him in the same spot as she studied him. "Why do you have to put a label to this?" she asked as she studied him. "This isn't as simple and straight-forward as cheating," she stated as she watched him. "There is nothing wrong with turning to another human being for contact, for comfort, to let you know that you made it through something terrible. And to be honest in our case it might be the only thing that could keep us sane where we have absolutely nothing to do. We can't even tell what time of day it is. And there's no telling when we're going to be able to start searching for our spouses or find a way off this island," she stated as she watched him.It might not appear like it but Maggie was worried about Jeff and she was scared that her husband was dead. It was why she was pushing the situation with Peter so much because Peter was there and they were both alive and if she knew her husband like she did and he and Kate were together she had a feeling that a similar situation was arising between the two of them.Kate smiled a little bit as she relaxed back as she continued to eat. Looking toward the window she watched the rains as she sighed a bit before looking back at Jeff as she smiled and nodded her head, "I'm sure if they made it to the island they're doing exactly like we are. Hunkering down and surviving however they have to," she replied, agreeing with him. Peter looked to her eyes, his own welling with tears. He was trembling, but she could tell from the look on his face that he wanted it. The man was conflicted, and the only way he'd accept pleasure was if he thought it was being forced upon him, like it had been the last night. He was being an obstinate bastard, sure, and he'd protest all the way, but he wanted it... or so that was what his body language would lead Maggie to believe for the moment. "Stop justifying it, Maggie! It's still cheating, it's been what... a couple of weeks?"Jeff ate some of his breakfast, thinking over what Kate had just said and coming to grips with it. "You think they made it together, like we did?" He thought about Maggie, and how they had fought, how she'd said she wished he was more like Peter in bed, and wondered if they were taking the same liberties. Strangely, he didn't mind the idea. Studying him she raised an eyebrow slightly. She shifted the side and laid her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him away from the wall as she turned and shoved him toward the bed. She pushed him down on the bed, turning him so he was on his back. She straddled him, looking down at him, "Do you really think your wife won't have my husband if he makes a move toward her?" she asked as she laid her hands on his wrists, pinning them to the bed as she leaned down, studying him with a small smirk. "I've heard the two of you. She definitely doesn't look like the kind to want sex every night, several times a night. A woman like that won't be able to turn away from human touch if its offered to her," she stated as she watched him.Watching him she nodded her head, "If we could make it together why not them?" she answered back. "Besides, I would rather think of Peter out there with Maggie and Maggie with Peter then either one of them alone. Alone would be horrible right now," she added. Once they both finished she stood and picked up his plate and walked over to the sink to wash them. Peter gasped at Maggie's unexpected show of force, falling with a thud to the bed and trembling beneath Maggie. His wrists were held to the mattress, and he turned as much as he could, his cock trembling in nervous anticipation. He'd loved the previous night's activities, and he secretly hoped that she'd use him once more... and again, and again. But he recoiled at her accusation, his body struggling tangibly as he shouted, "Don't you dare!"Jeff shuddered at the thought. "Yeah, it would be terrible... the rain would just drive you to madness in this place." He got up with her, helping with the dishes and trying to bring some sense of domesticity to the house that they were living in. A small smirk played over her lips as she felt his cock against her. She could tell that he liked what was happening but he was just being stubborn about it. Leaning down she nipped lightly at his ear. "You're the only one that is having trouble with this. There is nothing wrong. This is nothing but about feeling alive and reminding ourselves that we're humans and that we're not alone on this Godforsaken island. This isn't cheating, this isn't anything as simple and straight-forward as that," she stated as she leaned up. A small smirk played over her lips as she shifted and let go of one of his wrists. She managed to slip out of her panties before pulling her sports bra off as well, leaving her as naked as he was. "Just stop thinking. Let your body do what it wants," she said as she let go of one of his wrists and grasped his hair as she leaned up and pulled his head up to her nipple as she had the night before."Its almost enough to drive me mad and I have you around. I would hate to think of somebody, especially someone I love, out there alone," she said with a shake of her head as she helped him clean up the kitchen from their breakfast. When they were done she looked at him and gave a small smile, "So what do you want to do today?" she asked. The feel of Maggie's nipple between his lips tempted Peter, and for a good few seconds, he was suckling and licking it like he had the night before. His conscience, however, won out in the end, and he struggled fruitlessly in her grasp before finally letting his teeth clamp down on her nipple, not hard enough to draw blood, but hopefully hard enough to cause sufficient pain to bring her to her senses.Jeff loaded the measly two or three dishes they'd used into the drying rack before he sat down on the couch, pondering. "Well... this may sound silly, but I don't know a lot about you..." sure, they knew each other well, but his tone obviously implied that he was talking about more intimate affairs. "Maybe we should get to know each other a bit?" As he began to do as she wanted a soft moan came from her as she arched, pressing closer to his mouth. As he was reacting like he had the night before she wasn't excepting more struggle so the bite to her nipple came as a shock. Crying out with pain she jerked back in surprise, pulling away from him. A deep frown came to her lips as she struck out before she thought about it. Her hand slapped, opened handed, across his cheek as she glared at him. "You're a pathetic excuse of a human," she growled as she watched him. "You want this but you can't just give into it can you?" she growled as she watched him. She laid her hand on his chest, right underneath his throat as she straddled him once more. "You really think your wife isn't going to turn to my husband? You really think my husband won't take your wife whenever they want? I know they'll turn to each other because they understand something that you clearly don't. And if you won't willingly submit to what we both need then I'll simply take it to show you exactly what we need," she stated. She reached down, grasping his cock as she shifted and slowly slid down onto him.A soft groan came from her as she kept her hand on his chest, right underneath his throat so she could put it on his throat to hold him down if she needed to. She began to ride him. She was focusing on her pleasure now because it was clear that he didn't deserve to have it focused on him. She kept her eyes on him as she rode him like she needed to.Tilting her head slightly she studied him as she listened to him before shifting a little as she nodded her head as she smiled a little bit. "I think that would be a good idea," she answered. Turning she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch and tucked her legs underneath her as she watched him, waiting for him to sit and start the conversation since it was his idea and she didn't know where to start. Peter's eyes widened as he felt Maggie's hands, soft but strong, pressing against his throat. Everything she said was painfully true, but his mind, unable to come to terms with what she was proposing, still reeled against it, trying to cling to the shreds of conventional morality rather than attune itself to the harsh new reality they faced. Still, he had little choice with those fingers now powerfully able to deprive him of sustenance to give in to what his body wanted.And his body did react as it should have. Hips arched upward, a moan even escaping his lips as he felt the sheer physical pleasure of his sex running through his body, something he hadn't been able to feel the previous night. He closed his eyes, telling himself that if he pretended it were Kate, it would be okay, that the rape he was experiencing at the hands of his friend was not his fault, not what he wanted... but doubt crept in too, and a desire to serve her. Perhaps she was right--he didn't know what was best in this situation, and Maggie could show him.Jeff paused too. It seemed a bit weird to just sit down and tell Kate his entire sexual life story, and he wasn't sure if she wanted to know it all either. Should they just talk likes and dislikes? His brow quirked for a while, deep in thought, before he grinned wryly, licking his lips. "I haven't done this in forever, but what about a little truth or dare?" As his hips arched upwards and he moaned a small smirk came to her lips. Leaning down she nipped lightly at his ear, "Why can't you just enjoy it? You want this, even if you don't want to want this you do want this," she said as she began to slowly ride him. She wasn't going to rush through this. She was going to have her fun. She'd wondered what it would be like to be with him and she knew that she wasn't getting the full participation that she wanted, but she would eventually. Eventually he would have to see that even if this wouldn't be considered right in normal circumstances, in the one they were in it would be okay.Watching him a small smile played over her lips as she tilted her head a bit as she thought about it for a moment. Chuckling a bit she nodded her head, "Alright. Lets play truth or dare. I haven't played it in forever either, but in this situation it almost seems appropriate," she answered with a smile. "Tell me what to do. Make me yours and I'll obey." Peter could hardly believe the words coming out of his lips as Maggie leaned down at him, his hips arching into hers as his cock throbbed inside her pussy. Now that he was hard, she would realize his member was impressive, much bigger than her own husband's, and his thrusts were strong and deep as he swallowed hard, realizing that he would submit to her whether he liked it or not."Alright... well, ladies first. Truth or dare?" Jeff asked as he sat on the couch, only a set of boxers and the terrycloth bathrobe he'd found covering his body. Listening to him Maggie sat up and laughed softly, pleased with what she had heard. Feeling the way he was stretching and filling her she smiled slightly, "I can see why you're wife couldn't keep her hands off of you," she said with a small smile as she rolled her hips as she watched him. She moved her hand away from his throat. With those words she knew that she wouldn't need to use force any longer. "I want you to show me exactly what you can do when you're enjoying yourself. Show me what made your wife scream so much," she said as she watched him.Watching him she grinned, "Dare," she answered as she watched him and then waited to hear the dare that he would give her. Peter was a bit surprised at Maggie's words. How long had she been eavesdropping on their lovemaking, and why? At the same time, he had just promised to obey her and her hands were still on his throat, so he didn't have much time to think it over before he started bucking into her harder, his own moans mounting in concert with hers, a bit of relief on his face as she released her grip on his neck."Wow, a woman of action. I like that," Jeff grinned flirtatiously. "I dare you to... demonstrate your favorite sexual position. No need to strip or anything, just get into it and describe it for me." It was almost innocent, playful. As he began to buck into her a deep moan came from her as a small grin came to her lips. This was what she wanted. She wanted him to participate and now he was. Laying her hands on his chest she began to ride him once more, meeting his thrusts as her pleasure grew, enjoying what was happening.A soft laugh came from her as she looked at him before tilting her head a bit when she heard the dare. Thinking about it for a moment before deciding on what would be her favorite. Standing she didn't go far as she leaned forward, laying her hands on her coffee table in front of her as she bent at her waist. Looking over at him she gave a small smile, "Any variation of this. Standing and bent over a table like this, laying with my chest against whatever, or kneeling on a bed like this. I don't know what it is about this position but being bent over and taken just sends shivers down my back. Its even better if I'm wearing a dress, like I am now, or a skirt and I'm bent over and the dress or skirt is just pushed up," she said before straightening and sitting back down on the couch. "Your turn, truth or dare," she said as she watched him. Peter felt pleasure coursing through his veins. Even though he'd jacked off since the shipwreck, he still hadn't gotten nearly the amount of action he got with Kate, and he felt orgasm coming quickly. Panic began to rush through him as he realized that neither of them had any form of birth control, and his eyes went wide as he looked to Maggie. "Mmm... Maggie, I'm gonna cum!" There was both arousal and panic in his voice.Jeff watched, grinning as Kate got into position--perhaps there was a hint there? He laughed a bit when she turned around, tapping her playfully as he answered, "Truth. I'm pretty sure with that look you were giving me that I know what the dare would be, and I wanted to take it a tad more slowly," he said jokingly. Hearing him she gave a small smirk, knowing exactly what she was going to do next. She continued to ride him as she had been, wanting him to cum. Dropping her head back she moaned deeply, enjoying the way he felt inside of her.Hearing him a soft laugh came from her as she shook her head, "You're seeing things," she replied about the look before thinking about the truth. A small sigh came from her as she studied him, "Was everything going okay between you and Maggie? Things seemed a little tense on the trip before the storm happened," she said softly, a little hesitant to ask. "Fuck! Stop, stop, let me pull out!" The yelling became more panicked, but his voice was filled with arousal as well, pupils dilating and back arching as his cock shot streams of cum into her waiting pussy in spite of himself. His mouth hung wide as he looked up to her, arousal gone as shock filled his system. "Maggie... we weren't using protection, what are we going to do? What if I get you..." he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.Wow. That was a more somber truth than Jeff had expected, and his face flushed a bit before he answered with a sigh. "Not really, to be honest... Maggie kept wanting to get more adventurous in bed and stuff, and with my schedule... a quick fuck was always more convenient. Now that she's not here, and I have all the time in the world... I wish I'd done things differently," he admitted. Maggie ignored him as she continued to ride him, shivering as he came. Hearing him she looked down at him as she slid off of him. "You going to eat my pussy, you're going to use your mouth to get as much of your cum out of me as you can and make me cum as well," she stated as she laid down on the bed as she watched him as she reached over and grasped his hair, pushing his head to show that she was serious and meant what she had said.Watching him she nodded her head as she sighed a bit, "I had a feeling something was wrong," she said as she watched him. Reaching out she laid her hand on his arm, "I'm sorry," she said. Intellectually, Peter knew that it was nonsense. What had been done couldn't be undone, no matter how much he licked his cum out of Maggie's dripping pussy. Yet viscerally, he panicked, doing an even more thorough job of eating her out than he had the previous night, face and hair getting matted with his own sticky cum as he licked deep inside her, getting both humiliated and turned on by what he was doing."It's alright. I guess this might be a blessing in disguise," Jeff said hopefully, looking to Kate. "After all, I'll know what to focus on when we get home." Somehow, this odd game was giving Jeff hope, something to look forward to. "Anyway, enough of that," he said, trying to shrug off his melancholy as he asked, "Truth or dare?" Maggie knew that him licking her like this would do nothing to physically help. But she knew that it would go farther to help 'put him in his place'. It would farther cement her place as dominant and she was loving it. She was loving everything that was happening at the moment. She groaned deeply as she tangled her fingers in his as she pressed closer to him. As he used his mouth she was soon pressing her hips closer to his mouth, holding his head against her as her hips quickly moved as she cried out as she came.Smiling a little bit her eyes stayed on him, "That is a good way to look at it," she replied before leaning back as she thought about it and smiled a bit, deciding to give him a chance to ask whatever he wanted. "Truth," she answered. Peter almost gagged as he felt Maggie's pelvis fucking his face, his own cum running into his mouth as he struggled a bit at first, only to quickly accept his place and give a more passionate pussy licking than he had the night before.Jeff nodded to her, trying to change the subject. Wanting to keep as far away from their current sex lives as possible, he decided to ask about her past. "What was your first sexual experience?" Relaxing against the bed Maggie panted softly as she smiled slightly at Peter as she pushed his head away, "Now that wasn't so difficult was it?" she asked as she watched him.A small smile played over her lips at the question as she thought about it before chuckling slightly, "Peter," she answered with a small smile. "We've been together since I was fifteen. On my sixteenth birthday we fumbled through it together," she explained with a soft smile, the soft look of love in her eyes as she thought about it. "I... I guess not," Peter half-lied. His voice was still weighed down with guilt, face plastered with a mixture of their juices, but he couldn't deny that a large part of him had enjoyed their coitus. "I'm gonna go clean up if you don't mind," he said lightly to her, the collar still around his neck."Wow... that's something," Jeff said. He and Maggie had several previous partners each, but--as far as he knew--there had been no "lapses" during their marriage. He smiled nervously to her, deciding to break the seriousness as he said, "Alright, dare me." A small smirk played over Maggie's lips as she watched him before shaking her head, "I don't mind," she replied as she watched him as she remained relaxing on the bed.Smiling a little bit she nodded her head before tilting her head a little bit as she thought about what dare to give him. Studying him a small smile came to her lips as she really paid attention to the fact he was wearing only a robe and underwear. "I dare you to open your robe, take your boxers off, and make yourself hard," she said as she looked at him. "After all I've already touched you, only fair for me to actually see you, right?" she asked with a small grin as she watched him. "Thanks," Peter said, furrowing his brows as he left--why was he asking her for permission? As the hot water of the shower cleaned the sexual juices off of his body, he closed his eyes, trying to drown out the competing voices in his head, taking a deep breath before he got out of the shower and dried off. It was only then that he noticed that he'd forgotten to remove the leather collar that Maggie had snapped around his neck. He fiddled with it for a bit, finding much to his chagrin that the leather had seized up in the shower, causing the collar to become tighter and the clasp to become stuck. "Shit," he muttered, as he realized that cutting it off would be his only option."I guess so," Jeff said with a smile as he let his robe fall to the floor, putting his hand to his cock and stroking it through the soft cotton boxers for a while, his caresses slow and sensual as his member got harder, tenting them tantalizingly before he finally pulled them down and revealed his cock. It was smaller than Peter's, only five inches or so erect, but he didn't know that as he looked to see her reaction. "Alright, truth or dare?" A small smirk played over her lips as she remained relaxed. Things were working out well. She was going to be kept well occupied and entertained until the rains stopped and she could find out whether she was still married or a widow. A pain went through her at the idea of being a widow, of losing Jeff, especially the way things were between them when the storm came up. Pushing the pain away, refusing to think about it she stood and walked into the showers and took one. Starting the water up she took her own shower before shutting the water off and stepped out and began to dry off before looking over at him, smirking a bit. "Should have remembered sooner," she said.Watching him she shifted a little bit as she grew aroused at the scene before her. Smiling a bit she didn't hesitate, "Dare," she answered. "Yeah, I guess so..." Peter laughed nervously as he toyed with it a bit more, still failing. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he sighed. "I think we have to cut it off now... have you seen any scissors in this place?" He'd remembered seeing them somewhere, that was for sure, but--especially as flustered as he was--he couldn't quite place it.Jeff smiled to her, stepping closer. He was half-tempted to just end the game, daring her to fuck him or something like that. But he knew his limitations--he'd just cum once and probably could do it once, twice, maybe even three more times considering how long it had been--and that the game, while fun, was supposed to get them acquainted, which could take a bit longer. Stepping back, he went to the kitchen, returning with a banana that he handed to her. "I want you to show me what you want to do with this..." he gestured to his cock, "using this," as he pointed to the banana. Watching him she smirked a little when she heard him. Thinking about it she nodded her head a little bit, "Yeah, down in the brig I believe," she answered as she headed into the bedroom and began to get dressed.When he headed into the kitchen she tilted her head slightly as she wondered what he was doing. When he came back with the banana she raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked up at him. She bit her bottom lip as she studied him for a moment before smiling a little as she nodded her head. Reaching out she took the banana and it studied it for a moment as she chuckled slightly as she looked at Jeff. "This feels so silly," she said with a small smile as she watched him. However she brought the banana up to her mouth and slowly took it into her mouth. She treated it as she would his cock. Working the banana with her mouth and her tongue, making sure that he would have a nice show from it but it would also show that she had some talent with her mouth. She contemplated more but decided to stick with just her mouth. Peter shuddered at the thought of going to the brig, remembering all of the vaguely menacing instruments there, and the cage that adorned the middle of that room. Still, it made sense that the surgical table would have some type of scissors. He thought briefly about asking Maggie to get it, but decided that it might give her ideas. "Alright, I'll go look," he said, heading down the long, darkened hallway, turning on lights along the way."Might feel silly, but it looks damned sexy..." Jeff said with a smirk, licking his lips as he watched. His cock was throbbing, visibly bobbing a bit with arousal as he smiled. "Alright... give me a truth," he said once he'd been tempted enough. Hearing him a small smirk came to her lips, "Alright," she replied as she finished getting dressed. She waited until he was a bit down the hallway toward the brig before following him. She waited until he was in the doorway of the brig before stepping forward and pushing him into the brig and pulled the door shut, the door locking behind him as she smirked slightly as she watched him. "Now I think you can stay in there until I decide you can come out," she said.She knew that exerting this kind of control wasn't her normal way of doing things. But as long as she was focusing on what she was going to make him do, as long as she was focusing on what was happening between them then she didn't feel pain about maybe never seeing Jeff again.A soft chuckle came from him when she heard him before pulling the banana out of her mouth as she thought about the truth. "What was your favourite sexual experience that ever happened?" she asked. Peter jumped as Maggie pushed him, assuming she was just roughhousing him again. He gave a loud gasp, though, when he heard the heavy steel door shutting and grinding into the locked position. "Maggie! Don't leave me here, please..." the room inspired fear in him even empty, and he felt himself panicking as he pounded on the door, totally forgetting about his collar as he sunk down against the door in a heap."Well..." Jeff thought as he sat back down on the sofa. "It was with Maggie, when we were just married. I had to go away for a couple of weeks and she teased me the whole time about being unfulfilled. When I came back, I went to sleep one night and woke up tied to the bed and she literally fucked me all day." A small smile played over her lips as she listened to him, "Don't worry so much. There's absolutely nothing to fear at all," she said as she listened to him before turning and started to walk away.Listening to him she tilted her head a little before smiling, "Sounds like it would definitely make the top of the list," she replied with a small smile. "So I think I'm going to take another dare," she said with a small grin. "Oh god Maggie, please don't do this... I'll do anything..." His voice echoed down the hall but soon it stopped. He was crumpled in the corner of the room, shivering at both the cold and the sterile evil that seemed to permeate that room. Peter could only hope that Maggie would come back soon and tell him this was all some cruel joke."Oh it did... I was sore for the next four days," Jeff recalled, smiling wistfully before hearing her demand of a dare. "I dare you to give me a lap dance," he said with a smirk. Hearing Peter Maggie raised an eyebrow slightly as she leaned against the wall as she listened to him. She was definitely finding a different side to herself and that exploration was keeping her quite busy and for that she was rather thankful. After a moment she pushed away from the wall. She planned on leaving him there for a couple of hours so she stretched out on the bed and just relaxed.Laughing softly she nodded her head, "I can imagine it would," she replied with a small smile. Hearing him she raised an eyebrow slightly before nodding her head. Standing she walked over to the CD player they had and found one of the songs that would work. Doing the lap dance in the first place was going to feel weird, doing one without music would be even stranger. Once the song was playing she smiled slightly as she moved back to him. She used her knee to part his legs so that she was standing between his knees as she smirked slightly at him. She began to move her hips, swaying them from side to side before swiveling them slightly to the music. She ran her hands up her sides and moved them around to her stomach, her hands moving slowly as they slid up and over her breasts. She slowly massaged her breasts as her body continued to move to the beat of the music. She continued these teasing motions as she turned around and stepped a little closer to him, her body closer to him now. A small chuckle came from her as she shifted and dropped down on the couch, "I don't think I did that very well," she said. Peter's fear would become evident to Maggie soon enough, as he would soon break down into sobs that made a curious melody in the air ducts of the bunker. The room had made him uneasy enough lighted and now that Maggie had closed the door, it was completely dark--another one of his phobias. He knew the room had its own lighting system, but the switch for that was outside the now-locked door.Jeff watched Kate's dance attentively, a grin on his face as he bopped to the beat with her, trying to grab a feel as she moved around but deliberately missing to make her moves look defter than they really were. When she finally collapsed next to him on the couch, he laughed warmly. "Normally I'd be a critic, but I hear the strip clubs around here suck," he teased, an unsolicited thank you kiss making it to her cheek before he said, "Alright, dare me." Hearing something she tilted her head. It took a moment for her to realize that it must be his sobs. Biting her bottom lip slightly she shifted a bit on the bed. She was finding herself aroused by the sobs. She knew it wasn't right to be finding pleasure in his suffering but hearing those made her realize exactly how much power she did have and how much power she was showing and that power was arousing. Shifting a little bit she slid her hands up and cupped her breasts, she plucked at her nipples until they were hardened points against the sports bra that she was wearing. The shifting she was doing now was because of the need to touch somewhere else. After a moment she slid her hands down and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She pushed them down and began to slowly rub her clit as she listened to his sobs, a deep groan coming from her. It wasn't long before she slid two fingers into herself as she rubbed her clit, her breathing growing heavier and heavier as she panted as her pleasure continued to grow.Laughing at his words she shook her head, "Funny," she replied with a roll of her eyes before tilting her head slightly as she thought about it for a moment, thought about what type of dare would be good before smirking slightly as she thought of something that could work. "I dare you to try arouse me, but the catch is that you have only a minute and you can only use your mouth and you can't go below the waist or my breasts," she said with a small smirk as she watched him. Just as Maggie was recognizing her power, so too was Peter recognizing his powerlessness. He'd been angry before, then afraid, but now came the sheer realization that Maggie was the only one he could rely on. She could, if she wanted to, lock him there forever, say he was lost with the Zodiac... and no-one would know the better. "Maggie!" he cried between sobs, now completely broken to her. "Please, let me out... or at least turn on the light. I'll do it, I'll do it... I'll be your slave like you wanted, just let me out..."At first, Jeff thought about just talking dirty to Kate, but he didn't know how far that would go considering that they were already sitting naked next to each other. Instead, he just turned to her and locked lips like he had when he and Maggie were first married, the seal nearly airtight as he gyrated his head, tongue probing into her mouth and deftly dancing around hers as he moaned, a low and sexy sound that would echo inside her head. Maggie was getting closer and closer to her edge when she heard Peter. A shiver ran through her as she smirked slightly. Shifting slightly she pulled her pants up and fixed them. Standing she walked down the hallway. The key for the brig was near the door so she grabbed it before flicking on the light. Unlocking the door she pulled it open, "You're serious about it? You're going to stop fighting it?" she asked as she watched him.Watching him she was curious what he was going to do. At the kiss she returned it. She shivered slightly when she heard the way that moan echoed inside of her own head. She smiled slightly, curious about what else he was going to try. The bright light stirred Peter back to reality, but the fear that the darkness had invoked in him was still in the back of his mind. He nodded to her frantically as she spoke, hyperventilating. "Anything you want, Maggie... just don't leave me locked in here, in the dark." It was funny how a few minutes of real, true fear could change a person.Jeff felt the shiver go down Kate's spine and knew he was on to something. Yet he didn't want to leave it at that. Instead, he took her lip in his teeth, pulling sensually on it before nipping along her cheekbone, down her neck, and across her collarbone sensually. Maggie watched Peter as he listened. A small grin came to her lips as she nodded her head, "Good," she replied and wanting to test him and take care of the arousal running through her she leaned against the wall, "I want to crawl to me and eat my pussy until I cum," she ordered as she watched him.Another shiver ran through her body as she felt him take her lip between his teeth. Tilting her head back a small groan came from her as she felt the nips go down her neck and across her collarbone. The collar would seem even more restrictive to him as he crawled closer, knees aching against the stone floor as he came to Maggie, obviously both cowed into obedience and ashamed of his own arousal as his cock hung hard between his legs. His torso reared up as he pushed his face into her pussy, eating her out gingerly at first, his licks fearful and even worshipful.Jeff wanted to continue kissing Kate and pleasuring her, but he was aware of the game's rules and wanted to play fair. That was how it'd be fun, wasn't it? So he pulled back, nibbling her earlobe as he whispered, "Minute's up. Truth or dare?" Maggie watched him, a small smirk came to her lips able to see his arousal. A soft groan came from her as she tangled her fingers in his hair as she titled her head back. "I don't understand why you fought so hard against it. You can't hide your arousal. You can't hide the fact that all of this turns you on," she said, her breathing coming heavier.Shivering she gave a soft moan as she felt the nibble to her earlobe. Hearing his whisper a small smile came to her lips, "Dare," she answered. The tension that had been building so long in Peter's body seemed to explode just then, not in orgasm but in a gushing of praise and confession. "You're right, Maggie... but I did it because I wanted you to do this, to take me and use me, to be your slave." His tongue would go back to work, placing long, sensual licks up and down her slit as he buried his face in her womanhood, inwardly consoling his cheating soul--she was forcing him, wasn't she?The temptation was still there to dare her to fuck him, to finish him off, but it seemed like that would end a good thing. Instead, Jeff grinned as he thought up a dare he might regret, but one that would prolong the game. "I dare you to play with me however you want... suck me, fuck me, jack me... but you can't make me cum. And I want you to do it until I beg you to stop." Listening to him a shiver ran through her. She was pleased to hear those words, to hear that he wanted everything that had happened. It was hard to deny it considering his body gave him away each time, but it was nice to finally hear it. It only added to her pleasure. She pressed closer to his mouth, a deep groan escaping her as she arched a bit as her pleasure quickly grew. It didn't take long before her hips were jerking as she came.Listening to the dare she raised an eyebrow slightly as she studied him before chuckling a bit, "Well now, that one's interesting," she said with a small smile. She shifted, sliding onto her knees in front of him. She began to slowly stroke him, using her hand for the moment. She planned to do a little of each. She stroked him, knowing how to pleasure him but to prolong it. After a few seconds she leaned forward and began to use her mouth in the same way. She was teasing him. Pleasuring him but she made sure that it wouldn't be enough to even push him close, not just yet. Using her mouth was longer then her hand. Pulling away she stood and straddled him. She smiled a bit at him as she reached down and began to slide down onto him, moving her hand away. Once he was fully inside of her she tightened her inner muscles around him before relaxing again as she began to slowly roll her hips and ride him, teasing him.

Shipwrecked! (DixieRebelDelight and Zoarster)

Humble Beginnings - IC

It's been almost a month since the soldiers came. They destroyed your wagons, killed your friends and families, and left nothing but rubble and ash. You know they're still looking for you - you heard that horrid thing, hunched in its black robe, say that there were stil people missing. Since then, you've been living out in the wilderness, eating what you can find and supplementing it with the food out of the supply packs you were sent to collect. The supplies that meant you lived when everyone else in the troupe died.It was only as the food started to run down that you thought you might risk the road and try to head towards a town. That, and the way winter was coming on. You had blankets and some clothing, but without proper shelters the nights were bitter and damp. You hadn't seen any sign of the men in red and black - they must have assumed you ran further before you took to hiding. So you set out on the road, not sure where you were going or what you might do once you got there, but it somehow felt right to be moving again. It was early afternoon when Giarra rode past, a human woman in her late thirties, with dark, shoulder-length hair wearing a long traveler's cloak. She slowed as she passed your ramshackle party, then dismounted and introduced herself. She claimed to be a chronicler for the Spire of Ink with business outside Tarisport, then started asking if you'd heard or seen anything unusual. You said nothing, of course. You might not have seen the soldiers looking for you, but if they heard rumours of you, they'd probably come running. Regardless, she was polite, and mentioned that the business she had would take a lot of labour, and a few extra hands could be useful to her. She told you to come to the Golden Lion inn in Tarisport if you were interested, then rode off ahead.So here you are, on the road to Tarisport. You still have a few hours before you need to set up what shelter you can. Tarisport lies to the south. If you set out more or less imediately, you'd probably get there late tomorrow. To the north is the city of Garan's Crossing, at least a week away on foot, through which runs the Celestial Highway, the great road from the Heartlands to the imperial seat, Gethra. The eight of you need to decide what you want to do - though the offer of a job and a roof over your heads is fairly tempting after a month in the wilderness.Spoiler Hide {table=head]Player|Character|Class|Race|Role|Gender Naki|Destris Ilithan|Paladin|Half-Elf|Defender|Male IcemanJRC|Mikael|Hexblade|Revenant|Striker|Male Shadowcaller|Astrana Tyamera|Warlock|Tiefling|Striker|Female Mystral|Mystral Cloudshine|Bard|Mephling|Leader|Female Arq Kujos|Sal Ar'lea|Ranger|Human|Striker|Male Othniel Edden|Alys Foreva|Wizard|Eladrin|Controller|Female Bladescape|Jasmina|Warlord|Human|Leader|Female salt3d|Ulthin Broadbeard|Fighter|Dwarf|Defender|Male [/table] OOC thread Sal continued to flip his knife in the air and catch it as he walked. He occassionally stopped for a moment and sheathed it. He would then readjust his bandanna or wipe the sweat from his brow. Deep down, Sal wanted to hunt down the soldiers that did this and slit their throats in the night. A deep, pulsating anger just stirred inside of him and sat there, leaving him with no peace and nothing to do but seethe silently. He rarely looked anyone in the eye anymore. He had been the first one back to camp that night, because that was his job. He lead people when they left, constantly checking in front and behind for traps, dangers, and anything else that might harm his friends and family. That night, he was only a few yards ahead of the rest when he got to the edge of the camp. The carnage was incredible. Tents had been burned, chests and containers had been sacked, and men and women were being dragged away or killed on the spot for resisting.His first instinct had been to attack, but the ruffling of bushes and leaves behind him had stopped him, and deep down, he cursed his lack of action.This particular morning, Sal was flipping his blade once again, catching it with alternating hands. He would spin it in the air once with his fingers before releasing it back into the air, only to be caught by the other hand. It was relaxing to Sal. Mystral stifled a yawn, afraid to betray her sleepyness to anyone. She didn't sleep well these nights, not really suprising considering the wholesale slaughter she had witnessed. Of course, she had heard tales that were far bloodier, but to find oneself in such a tale was a different thing altogether. When she found sleep, it was riddled with nightmares, and more then once she woke up with a stiffled scream. Still, she did her best to keep an optimistic, if not cheerfull demeanour, at least in front of her remaining companions. They had to pull themselves together, that was certain. It was no live Mystral wanted to live, hiding in the forests from shadows. Also, she contemplated as she watched Giarra recede in the distance, a task to busy the hands of her friends would be the right thing to take their minds of the horrors they had witnessed.So it was her who first spoke out in favour of the offer."Let's take her up on that offer, I'd say. Tarisport is as good a place to go to, anyway, and if we don't like it there, we can take a ship and go where ever we want."Her face lightened up a bit, more to the benefit of her companions then from genuine happyness. Still, the thought of a night under a roof, a hot bath and some wine was tempting. And maybe she could buy something from an alchemist or apothecary to help her sleep. Destris sat on the back of the wagon, head in his hands and elbows on his knees - he was mostly stripped of his armor and overcoat, not much more tha the ornate leggings and his leather boots. He had set his sword and shield in the wagon itself, placing them so that they wouldn't be jostled about, or lost during their intermissions of moving and hiding. He'd had spent most of the day thinking - has he had for nearly the last month - replaying the scene over and over in his head. How it might have changed if he'd been there, if they were just a few minutes faster. He kept reflecting on that moment when he realized what had happened - the blur of movement, as he leapt forward, and Ulthin, right at his side, holding the half-elf back singlehandedly. He damned the dwarf, but somewhere, knew he was right. Still, his thoughts lingered, on the fate of his mother, as well as Leina. He spent an unrealistic amount of time lost in his own thoughts in the last month - other spent staring at the small silver band that he had purchased when they had gone to gather the supplies. But he would casually slip it back into his pouch, only to pull it out again a few hours later, almost mechanically.He leaned back in the wagon, bracing his hands against the floor, and looked upward, he wondered if Leina had been among the camp when the men attacked - had she gotten away? Spared, perhaps. He needed some sort of comfort that she wasn't among the dead in order to maintain his sanity. But they hadn't found any traces of survivors - not that they had the time to look. Between looking over their shoulders and sleeping with one eye open, they could concern themselves with little but their own well-being.Mystral was the first to speak on the idea of taking up that woman's offer - he'd only given it passing thought, but mostly agreed. The north road would have been far too dangerous - disappearing into a larger population had crossed his mind, and if it had crossed his mind, it certainly wasn't the most clever of options - their 'enemies' had probably considered it too. The capital highway would have scouts every 100 yards.He hopped off the wagon and nodded,"I... think I agree."He shook his head, before finding himself,"No, I have to agree. We're running low on supplies, and those men, whoever they are, must be watching the highway for us - thinking we might flee to the capital."He crossed his arms, looking down to the ground,"That offer of aid was the only salvation we'd had in a month - we can't just ignore it..." Jasmina stood a little ways away from the others. She knew it was her fault that the wagons were destroyed, no matter how much the others tell her otherwise. If she had've stayed at the wagons to keep watch, then they never would've fallen but would've been able to avoid the danger. That was why she was called the 'Guard-Captain' wasn't it?It almost seemed like mockery now. Whether her belief was true or not, she believed that she could've made the difference. The past would haunt her for many a night, the accusing looks from all the dead, asking why she wasn't there to watch...She nodded her head at Destris. "He's right. This is the best option for the moment." She adds her voice to the debate which was quickly swinging in the direction of Devinport. Mikeal sighs, his eyes cast skyward in hopes of finding something to let him know it was gonna be alright. He frowned, the stars offering him no comfort as they once did.Ve should probably go...He speaks briefly, but closes his mouth as he notices his old accent beginning to surface. His shame at not being able to control his own words furthering his sadness.He twiddles his wand in his hand as he tries to forget what happened, the images from the attack still flashing through his head. He arrived to the scene shortly after Sal, but still unable to stop it. He was stunned, held in place by disbelief, as Destris struggled to fight and Ulthin held him back. His eyes began to water as he remembered his family was dead for the most part, but at least he still had Mystral, Ulthin, the others.Mystral...He thought to himself, glancing over to her. His stomach knotted as he saw her, what she had said struck him. It strummed his heart strings, running away across the see with the remnants of his family. He hoped beyond doubt that they'd decide to do that, this Giarra and her request could just die for all he cared. He felt so bad about what happened, he didn't need to add responsibility to his list of problems... "Missy is right," Alys says referring to Mystral by one of her nicknames,If nothing else we could find work there, disappear into the crowd,"Alys teleports over to Jasmina's side," "and reappear on a different stage. We could sail far from here and play in distant countries, wowing them with spectacular feat after spectacular feat." Alys had been conserving her cache and hoped to be able to refill her supply. She also felt like she needed to be doing something to keep her mind off of those horrible awful events.Spoiler Hide Buff check to prevent from showing the feeling of worry off her face: (1d20+1)[6] "Aye," replies Ulthin to no one in particular, "the woods is no place for us."Ulthin coughs. His voice was cracked and dry from disuse, having barely strung more than a half dozen words together since it happened. He'd been brought up, like any normal dwarf, to keep his emotions in check. His were the ears to listen to the outpourings of grief from the others, his the shoulder to cry on.But in Ulthin's eyes was an emptiness. While not having lost any direct relations in the attack, he had known every member of the troupe since they'd joined it, and a good number he'd known their entire lives. Ulthin felt hollow inside.Whenever his grief threatened to surface and spill over, Ulthin reminded himself that he had lost no more than any of his remaning companions, and that it was his duty to provide for and protect them. Allowing his emotions to hamper him in carrying out his duty was simply inconceivable."Tarisport it is, then." he added. While the others have been upset and shocked of the event the tiefling doesn't seem to have very upset at all. Just shocked and now quite distant from the other survivors. Then again, she never really came close to anyone and no one really came close to her either.She wanders next to the wagon just looking at the nature around them as if she hadn't a care in the world. She already seemed to have moved on.Eventually though she raises her voice as this is an important decision,"Tarisport is a perfect place for a new start, wonder if they have place for any magicians there? Doubt we all can get the same job but, that's life."She shrugs and falls back into silence once again.If any of the others are showing signs of worry or sadness, she doesn't seem to want to comment. "Its not the work I am worried about."Sal finished his sentence quite cryptically, not wanting to admit the fear that they all shared. The fear that one day, the same men would come for them."I think we should hop on a boat when we get there. The more distance we place between here and where we are, the better."Deep down, Sal still wanted a chance to get revenge on those who did this, but his loyalties to his family would not allow it. Not yet, anyway..... "Running does nothing but delay." Jasmina counters. She too is fearful of the possible occurance, but fear is not a foe that is unbeatable."Then, if we are all in agreeance, we are wasting daylight." Jasmina's eyes whip around the small clearing at the ragtag group, nodding to them all before going to secure her own equipment. She was determined not to let any of the others see her fear and shame, for her failing in her responsibilities.... The eight of you packed up the wagon and set off for Tarisport. You managed a good afternoon's travel, then stopped to set up camp by the road as it got dark. The night was crisp and clear, but the fire was warm and the meal plain but filling. As often, it was Mystral who passed some of the the time at the nightly fire. She wove a tale of a hopefull young man, striking out into the world to forge his fortune with his bow and trickery, overcoming obstacles and trials along the way. Her tale was mercyfully free of burned villages and revenge, a topic she tried to keep out of her fireside tales these days. She couldn't help but notice the glint in the eyes of some of her companions.It was a fitting story, she thought, maybe it would help the others see this opportunity, if not as a new beginning, then at least as something else to set their minds on. While Astrana seem to listen she doesn't seem have many stories to share herself. Instead she seems to be busy reading whenever someone isn't telling a story or sometimes when someone is telling a story. Mikeal sits at the fire, taking his turn to tell a story of a young man and his lover separated by the sea and his quest to cross the perilous waters and find her again. As he speaks of a certain character he keeps looking at one of his comrades. It seems like he crafted each character after one of the band....And after years of travel and searching, the man found what he was looking for across the sea. He found his lover and they spent their days together as they had always dreamed.He sighed and leaned back as he finished, at least they knew how to keep each other entertained on these lonely nights. The next day's journey was fairly pleasant - the sun shone, and a light breeze was cool without being chilling. It was late afternoon by the time you reached Tarisport, and a short way through the crowded streets of the town you find the Golden Lion Inn. The inn was busy and full of singing and shouting, but over in one corner you noticed a table wreathed in maps and books. A middle-aged woman was hunched over the table, comparing different maps and scribbling down notes. You recognised Giarra and went over to her table.She looked up from her work, and turned to speak to you. She's obviously excited about something, and speaks quickly, with barely a pause for breath.“Ah! Good to see you. I take it you're interested in the little expedition I've been planning. A little north, just out of town, lie the ruins of Seagard, an old fort that pre-dates the Empire. Now, that place has been looked at before, but according to Gurith's Legendarium, one of the barbarian sea-forts held a small treasure trove of relics and books that was never found in the conquest. Gurith gives very little description, but he does mention an overhang in the wall, which was quite unusual around here. The Song of Caracel mentions an overhang, too, and ends with the lovers drowned in Taris Bay, so I suspect that Gurith's mysterious cache is hidden around here, probably in Seagard. I'm heading out there tomorrow to follow his instructions and try to uncover that library. Would you be willing to lend a hand? I can pay a small salary, and of course will cover the costs of the expedition. I need a few strong backs to help with the digging, and some keen eyes and gentle hands for getting these precious books out safely. Gurith mentions a copy of the Tara en Dauch – even the Spire of Ink only has a few scattered pages!” The tiefling didn't speak up often considering her nature but what Girra spoke of seemed to interest her quite a bit."Pre-dates the empire? So possibly a place of worship of the old gods? I will just ask, when are we leaving? This sounds like a huge opportunity if you ask me."She tells her friends, not counting them to fully understand but it was worth a shot. Originally Posted by Shadowcaller The tiefling didn't speak up often considering her nature but what Girra spoke of seemed to interest her quite a bit. "Pre-dates the empire? So possibly a place of worship of the old gods? I will just ask, when are we leaving? This sounds like a huge opportunity if you ask me." She tells her friends, not counting them to fully understand but it was worth a shot. "Well, Gurith doesn't say much about religion, but presumably they weren't all good Occani before the Empire arrived. From what I can tell, it's more of a cache than a sacred site, but you never know what manner of tome we might find in there. We're setting out the morning of the day after tomorrow - I need to get some more provisions and finalise a few things before we can go."Giarra pauses, then smiles broadly."You're coming, then? I'm glad someone else sees more in this than just a pile of dusty papers. There could be knoledge we've lost for centuries!" Jasmina chooses to sit at the back of the group, watching for danger as always while the others deal and talk to the lady in the front. She nods her head when Giarra asks whether they are coming, for funds is the most important necessity. After ordering a glass of wine for herself, Mystral settled into her chair, a little bowed forward to allow for her wings. She took a quick look over the table in front of her, eyeing the maps and notes, and a friendly smile spread over her face."Oh, of course we'd be happy to lend you a hand. This sounds like an interesting and fun endeavour. But we are no mere workers, you know? Some of us are adept in the arcane arts, or able warriors, or have other rare talents. So.. It would be nice to know what kind of salary you have in mind, Lady Giarra. And also which dangers might befall us in this adventure, if you allow me to call it this."As a member of a travelling carnival, she of course knew that the pitch was the most important thing. It would be very bad if this Giarra would get the impression that they were desperate for work. In fact, they were not that desperate, and they could easily take the risk to haggle a bit. "Dangers? Well, it's an old building, probably buried for centuries. It might not be the most stable of structures. And, of course, there's a day's travel on fairly poor roads each way. But I'm not really expecting trouble. Mostly, I need strong arms to help move earth and stone, clever fingers to help preserve and repair what we find, and quick wits to notice anything I might miss. Unless I'm mistaken, you can offer all of that. As far as money goes, I was thinking eight silver pieces per person per day, and a five-day trip overall, and food and drink provided by me. Plus the treasure from any monsters you happen to vanquish, of course."The last sentence is delivered with a slightly mocking smile - this close to Tarisport, monsters are fairly few and far between. Alys has a hard time concentrating, drifting between her own thoughts and the conversation at hand. Perhaps I could make a little money before heading out and get my head on straight. A wry smile spreads across Ulthin's face as he listens to the description of the work. "Moving earth and stone, you say? Finally me ol' dad'll be proud of his son! Rest his soul."Ulthin shuffles his way through the group to Mystral, and whispers to her, "I don't know what you think you're doing lass, but remember she found us by the side of the road. Ours is not a strong position to be bargainin' from. Besides, we're not an adventuring party; we're carnival folk. We're not exactly in demand, don't you know."Turning back to Giarra, Ulthin continues. "It sounds like a fine offer indeed. Would it be too much to suppose you'd be puttin' us up till we leave?"A hot bath and a soft bed would be a welcome change, adds Ulthin silently. Giarra seems a little startled, then smiles."Of course! I'll see to it right away.". She goes over to the innkeeper to arrange your rooms. Mystral smiled relaxed and watched Giarra leave the table before turning to Ulthin. With a wink, she replied in the same hushed tone."Totally know that, friend. So it's best not to show it. We're carinval folk after all, so if there's one thing we should be doing, it's sell ourselves for a good price. Besides, eight silver per day seems great to me, eight time as much as one is normally paid for such work. I just wanted to clear that up, if we had asked after our trip, and it would have been a failure, it might have been only four shinies, wouldn't it?"She then leaned back and watched Giarra, fully intent on accepting her offer when she came back to the table. Her eyes scanned the tavern while she was waiting. Maybe tomorrow, she would ask the innkeeper if she should play her harp for his customers. Today, she didn't exactly look presentable, and after a hot bath and a hot meal, she most likely wouldn't go anywhere then her bed. "Oh!" exclaims Ulthin as Giarra walks away. Turning to the others, he says, "I didn't mean to actually accept the offer on behalf of all of us. I was just saying I liked it, is all. So... does anyone object?" "Not from here Ulthin" Jasmina replies, inclining her head just slightly as she puts forward her acceptance. She respected Ulthin greatly, and she would back any decision he made in this.It would no doubt be better than her own. She was still rather shattered about not being there for the rest of the troupe. "What's to object? Its just like you said. We are carnival folk without a troup she found on the side of the road. We should do this. We need the money, and truthfully, any friends we can get our hands on. Sure, this is dangerous, but our alternative is to go back and hide in the woods."Sal's tone was dark and matter of fact. Astrana shrugs,"The only objection I could is that it almost seems too good to be true considering our current situation. We should be glad that we can even all work together on this, I can't imagine many other jobs where they would hire eight persons from nowhere just like that." Ve should... Ahem... We should probably accept. A boat won't charter itself...Mikeal fumbles over his accent yet again,Perhaps this will prove... Fun?His skepticism is evident but he still holds hope. With his family he could always find something to be glad about.He ruffles his own hair,It is not every day that we are offered a job of any sort any more...Being dead, the sleep and food were not as appealing as the chance to allow his comrades a respite. They deserved it.I vote yes...Mikeal's face was shadowed in grim anticipation. His thoughts on this adventure were not particularly good at all...The laws of story dictate that this will not be as easy as we think you know. Problems will surely arise.He has said things like this many times, bringing up various literary terms, story, plot, protagonist. They were common for him to use in situations like this, a old religion perhaps, or maybe something learned from those of the Feywild who gave him his powers. Nobody really knows and he hasn't talked about it much. Something he learned near the time of his death he says, but that's usually were he will change the subject. The mystery lives on. "What were we talking about? Oh, right, the job. Sounds good to me," says Alys.Well the Parts I heard anywaysshe thinks as she flips through her sleep book. "Well, I think, it's decided then. We take the job and do our best to suceed. Who knows, it might even be fun, or we might learn something."Wearing her most optimistic smile, Mystral stretched her arms and wings, then winked at Mikael"Tell me, does the law of stories require us to explore the abandoned ruins by night? That's always a nice thing in tales, although of course, a rainstorm would be preferable." Giarra walks back to the group of you."Nocturnal exploration won't be necessary. It's far too easy to step on some ancient artifact in the dark. "I was able to find four rooms for you. How you divide them is your own matter, but the inkeeper says they'll hold two beds without too much trouble. Do you have any more questions about the expedition, or should I let you get some food and rest?" The law does not require it, but it may decide to now. The Writer does not like to disappoint.Mikeal smiles and stretches,I do not require more information, comrades?Mikeal looks to his companions,We should be able to work with the information, yes? "Food, Bed and Rest! Sounds great, yes. Tomorrow, there's enough time to visit a bathing house and stock up on provisions. I take it you contribute the shovels, yes? Sooo.. how do you guys wanna share? I'll take anyone in who doesn't snore." "I suggest ye all draw straws, lass," replies Ulthin, "as I've been told I have a mighty snore. I've not heard it me whole life, so I dunno if it's the truth, but I'm not sure if'n anyone would complain as much as they seem to if it weren't." Alys shrugs at the thought of snoring. "I don't sleep much anyhow, and can make for more pleasant sounds myself."Ghost sound goes off to a continuous stream of a melodious music of a performer heard earlier in the day. It tells of a tale of young maiden imprisoned in a tower, who mad her escape by taking up the blade. Alys hums along to the tune of her magic. Destris stood mostly in silence, occasionally distracted by the small ring in his hand, rather than what anyone was discussing. At times he caught what was being discussed, or Giarra looking at him, and nodded slowly as if to ensure he was taking in the information.All he really knew though was that there was some expedition, and now they had rooms. He slipped the ring away, and tried to sort out what bits he caught in his head."Well, uhm.. if we have four rooms, should be two for the women and two for the men, out of respect. Mikael, I suspect, wouldn't be bothered by Ulthin's snoring, would you? That then leaves Sal and I for the other - and the girls can figure out their rooming situation as they please."He sorted it out mentally, as if trying to sound useful for something in the entire conversation. He tried to keep some semblance of decency between them all - just because they'd lived out of a wagon for the last month didn't mean they'd forgone all boundaries of civilized folk. Jasmina nods at the Gender suggestion, as it was only proper. Her activity in the actual division of the rooms isn't much, except that her room is the closest to the stairs. Astrana doesn't seem very involved in this discussion,"I don't really care where I sleep, it will only be for a short time anyway. You make the calls."She tells the others."Girl, boys... we all share the same souls."Astrana Says with a sweeping gesture."Save all the discussion for the trip instead, I'm sure there will be a lot of things to talk about."While the tiefling seems to like the idea of an adventure she seems pretty neutral to everything else the party is discussing. Mikeal nods,Ulthin's snoring will not be a problem. But I do find these gender lines unnecessary, as Astrana said, we are all family. Perhaps pairing us with those that would allow for better planning for tomorrow would be best. We must be prepared and organized, so as to leave a good impression, yes?Mikeal rubs his left eye with his knuckle,Though if you would prefer your method, it is not my place to speak.He surrenders before any opposition is even taken to his suggestion. Deciding that he'd probably just sleep tonight anyway... Mystral eyes her comerades for a moment, then, she starts smiling."Comeon guys, if we continue at this pace, we'll sleep at this table. Tell you what, I'll get us a deck of cards, we take two cards from each suite and each of us picks one at random. Thats quick and fair!"Before anyone can object, she hops from the table and makes her way to the bartender, where she asks him to lend her a card game stuitable for the task. Mikeal smiles, he loves cards, gives him a chance to show off some tricks.Oh, perhaps we could play a game as well? That would be a good way to relax, yes? Games are fun.He smiles and sits again, tapping his fingers on the table and smiling wide. Hm. I chose this one.Mikeal reaches out and grabs a card on the end, looking at it he shrugs. Jack of Spades, fitting.The other Spade may chose our room.Spoiler Hide (d4)[3] Two cards for each suite? Very well. Alys chooses out a card, and pulls out the King of Clubs. "Very Well, I'll take the far room, with the windows that look out onto the street."Spoiler Hide (1d4)[2] 1-Hearts 2- Clubs 3- Spades 4- Diamonds remove as suites are chosen. Mystral grinned as she saw Ulthin draw the last card, which put him into the same room as her."Well, fair's fair, isn't it? I'm sure your snore isn't that bad, Ulthin, I have endured it for the weeks at the campfire, too, haven't I? And I'm sure I could sleep during worse after a hot meal." Ulthin smiles at Mystral. "It's always the way, innit? Well at least fate is smiling on us in some way, even if it is just to laugh."Ulthin offers a mirthful, if somewhat restrained, chuckle of his own. Drawing her card, Jasmina nods briefly at Sal. Out of all the males, Sal was the one she was most comfortable with, due to their own constant sparring.She does grin at Ulthin and Mystral, the humour of it overcoming the usual seriousness she has. "If you don't get any sleep, Mystral, I could carry you when we set out tomorrow." She offers, before standing and stretching. Once everyone have drawn their cards from the deck the tiefling quirks an eyebrow."Someone better not have fixed the cards, I know your all capable too."Astrana smiles sweetly as she sticks her card into the deck once again."I think I'm going to check out the rooms if anyone like to join, this tavern is a bit too loud for my tastes anyway."She does scan the room the room for any remarkable easy targets however before she start to head up to her room. The common room is a little rowdy, and one or two of the patrons seem to be the worse for wear, but they all seem to have rather more sober friends nearby.Your rooms are fairly simple - two beds with mattresses and warm blankets, and a small chest by the foot of each bed. It's been a long time since you've slept in a bed, and if you're not mistaken, you passed a hot bath on your way up. At least, you hope the room with wisps of steam coming from the top of the door was a bathroom. Sal nodded back at Jasmina."I'll be up for a while. I'll make sure I check out the bar for anything suspicious and double check your locks before I retire. Would anyone care to join me for a bite to eat?"Sal's stomach rumbled a bit, highlighting his comment. "I thought you'd never ask!" exclaims Ulthin. "Although truth be told I've been eye'n off the ale since we arrived. I don't mind what we eat, so long as we get something to drink with it!" I would not like any food, but I believe their wine selection should hold my attention for quite a while.Mikeal smiles and walks off with Ulthin and Sal, excited to drink something with a little more flavor then their water rations.I look forward to this a little, you agree, yes? "No Mikeal, I don't agree. I'm looking forward to it a lot!" Jasmina will head up the stairs, intent on getting some rest. She does, however, do the first round of checking the locks on the rooms, in case of wear or damage, or some mechanical problem. Then checking the windows(If there are any) to see about problems there. Once she's satisfied with the rooms, she'll see how quietly it is possible to move down the corridor, and, if possible, finds a particularly squeaky board.Once she's affirmed that people can't sneak up on the group without making enough sound to wake her up, she goes to drop off for a little while before Sal comes along, then double check the locks at the other end. She's used to standing watch, but this will have to do. The barman is a middle-aged human man. As you approach, he is quickly drying some mugs and glasses. He speaks quickly, almost running his words together."What'll it be, boys? Beer? Wine? Something else?" Originally Posted by bladescape Jasmina will head up the stairs, intent on getting some rest. She does, however, do the first round of checking the locks on the rooms, in case of wear or damage, or some mechanical problem. Then checking the windows(If there are any) to see about problems there. Once she's satisfied with the rooms, she'll see how quietly it is possible to move down the corridor, and, if possible, finds a particularly squeaky board. Once she's affirmed that people can't sneak up on the group without making enough sound to wake her up, she goes to drop off for a little while before Sal comes along, then double check the locks at the other end. She's used to standing watch, but this will have to do. The locks aren't exactly new, but they'll hold up. One of the windows was solidly stuck rather than locked, but the latch shut easily enough. The corridor creaks a little everywhere you can find, and one of the board gives a satisfying squawk when you step on one end. It's about as secure as a public house is likely to get. Originally Posted by Gardener The barman is a middle-aged human man. As you approach, he is quickly drying some mugs and glasses. He speaks quickly, almost running his words together. "What'll it be, boys? Beer? Wine? Something else?" "Ale for the two of us, and a red wine for him. Now how about some food?" He grabs two clean mugs and ducks below the bar. When he returns, the mugs have white froth up near the top, and he places them in front of you."Two ales, and I'll get the wine in a moment. Do you fancy the roast, the stew or a pie? Roast's pork, stew's mutton, pies are beef or fish." As the bartender finishes speaking, Ulthin sets his empty mug down on the bar and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand."I'll have one of each, and another ale too, thanks." Oh fish? It has been long since I've eaten any good fish, I'll have a pie please, yes?Mikeal nods and smiles,This is a wonderful change of pace. These past few days were just a slump, I knew it. "I'll have some stew and bread, please."Sal smiled for the first time in a while. It was nice to see his friends actually enjoying a meal together again. "Seems we've got ourselves a champion eater. Well, as long as you can pay, it's fine by me."The bartender pulls out a dark glass bottle, and pours Mikeal a glass of a rich red wine, then takes Ulthin's mug and draws him another beer. He walks over to a small hatch behind the bar and calls out"Two stews, two fish pies and a roast for the dwarf here and his friends."He returns and addresses you."Your food will be ready shortly. I'd suggest you find yourselves a table. You'll need the space. There's a free one over there."He points to an empty table a short distance from the bar. The tiefling decides against attempt to rob anybody and instead goes to her room. She was hungry as well but as she enters the room and sits down on the bed she just feels an overwhelming tiredness wash over her.She could always eat later... Alys sees Astrana go up stairs and decides to follow her, figuring the young warlock might prefer a little silent company. Alys slips into the room , but sees her friend is tired and instead starts to examine a small notebook of her's filled with advice on how to do various acts. The pages are well worn with notes in the margins. Alys smiles at the simple book remembering years of fond memories. Mystral herself orders some of the stew and a glass of wine. For a moment, she wondered why some of her friends would miss out on the first proper meal they had in a month, but the mixture of fatigue and a growling stomach greatly dimmed her interest. She raised her glass of whine in a toast."To a sucessfull treasure hunt!"Then, she layed into her food and drink with a vengeance. It wasn't the fare of kings, but the things she had endured in the last few weeks made it seem delicious none the less. During the meal, she did her best to make her comrades smile, knowing full well that this merryment was, if even that, only a short reprieve from their sadness. She drank a little to fast and to much of the wine, and after a while, and before Ulthin was finished laying into his meal of 'everything on the menu with beer', she excused herself from the table, ostensibly to fall asleep before Ulthin started snoring. She made her way back to her room, to drunk to check for easy ways in for thieves. At least, the wine helped her sleep soundly, although the next morning, she would surely pay for that. After a few hours the tiefling wakes up groggily so hungry she can't think right. She touches her forehead and groans loudly as she slowly attempts to get out of bed but does it a bit too quickly which causes her too feel even more light headed.She looks around the room to see if someone is still there. After all that time in the woods, a good warm meal and a bed is amazingly refreshing. In the morning, the inn is far quieter than it was last night, though a few patrons are sitting around, enjoying a hearty breakfast. Giarra is down in the common room, eating quickly. She waves as you pass. She said that you had today to yourselves, but it's tempting to simply enjoy warm food, hot baths and the other pleasures of civilisation. From upstairs reverberates a monotonous snoring; rhythmic, repetitive and terribly annoying."It's that bloody dwarf," grumbles one patron to another, "he must have been up all night. I saw him staggering back to his room as I came down for breakfast." With little to do, you lnger around the inn for a day, enjoying the pleasures of civilisation. On the next morning, the eight of you and Giarra set out for the ruins of Seagard, an old fortress that predates the Empire of Stars. It's a small way out of town, and it takes you most of the day to get there, but the resulting ruins are largely unimpressive. Built into the side of a hill overlooking the harbour, Seagard has suffered the ravages of time and salt winds harshly. Little more than a pile of mossy stones with shrubs growing out of them remain of the aboveground portions, but a closer examination shows that beneath them is a cracked stone floor. On a second look, much of the surrounding grass is sprouting between the remains of smashed pavers and scattered debris.Giarra is keen to start investigating right away, so she gets you to set up camp shile she looks for any signs of this underground library. You've just gotten the tents up and the fire going when you hear a great crash of falling stone from the far side of the hill. Alongside an old, gnarled tree, the ground has given way, leaving a jagged, gaping hole in the ground. Inside, you see a cloud of dust covering what loks like a big pile of rubble, about ten feet down. From the bottom of the hole, you hear Giarra's voice."Hey, everyone! I think I found it! Over here-AAGH!"There is a short pause, then she resumes talking less enthusiastically."I think I found it, and possibly broke my ankle too. A little help?" Earlier that dayAlys, waking up from a day of wandering the city looking for deals or potential marks takes a portion of her "medicine" while out of sight of the party.----"Hey, everyone! I think I found it! Over here-AAGH!", a short pause "I think I found it, and possibly broke my ankle too. A little help?"Alys rushes over to the site of the accident. She notices that the pit is a little deep to just dump down, and looks to secure a rope and climb to her way down. "Mystral! Jasmina! Destris! She's hurt! She's hurt! Come and help!" All three of them were versed in magical healing, and Alys was hoping they'd take care of the woman so that she'd be able to study the library more closely while she was dosed. Alys, calm yourself please. It's a broken ankle at the worst I'm sure. We can fix her up and she'll be fine, no need to panic.Mikeal smiles and speaks soothingly, to try and calm Alys,Once we get her back up here we can take a look and get her patched up, yes? It will be fine, yes.He nods and puts a hand on her shoulder, then he looks to GiarraGive us a minute, you will be helped, yes!He calls reassuringly. Mystral crawled out of her tent and shot a confused look into the general direction of the ruckus."Coming!"she answered, and jogged to the cavein. There, she leaned a bit forward to inspect the hole and the woman who just fell in. Then, without a second thought, she spread her wings and dropped inside the hole, falling slowly thanks to them. Landing next to Giarra, she gave her a reassuring smile."Don't worry, we'll help you out here."Then, she kneeled down next to her and started to inspect the ankle.Spoiler Hide Uses Wind Walk to get down there. Heal: [roll0] Jasmina looks around at the others, "Do we have any rope?" She asks, unsure if Mystral can bring two out of the pit. She'd never seen a happening where it would be necessary. Mikeals nods,In my backpack, I have some, yes.He opens his bag and tosses a roll of rope to Jasmina,You will be going down, yes? The ground under the cave-in is a scattered pile of two-foot-long stome blocks. Giarra is near the top, bleeding from a few abrasions on her arms and legs. Her left foot is trapped under one of the blocks, and she will have a heavy collection of bruises soon enough, but she doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger from her injuries. "Yes, we are." Jasmina quickly replies to Mikeal, before catching the rope, finding a place to secure it up here, and attempting to descend via it.Spoiler Hide No rope use in 4E, can't remember what we is, if anything, instead. Ugh, my head hurts. "Lemme give you a hand, lass." says Ulthin as he climbs down the rope. After a brief look to ensure there is no danger, he grabs the stone block and attempts to lift it.Spoiler Hide Athletics to climb rope: (1d20+7)[19] Perception to look for danger (i.e. if moving the stone will cause further collapse): (1d20+2)[15] Strength to lift stone (if Athletics is required instead, add 3 to total): (1d20+4)[18] Breathing a sigh of relief at Ulthins arrival, Mystral nods quietly to him and then does her best to lift the stone pillar. She's not very strong, but every bit might help here.Spoiler Hide Strength Aid: (1d20-1)[15] Ulthin and Mystral manage to lift the rock from Giarra's leg. She winces as you begin moving, but you fairly quickly have the block to one side. Her ankle is bloody and obviously broken. As you put the rock to one side, you hear a few high squeaks from the other side of the room, behind some long bookshelves. Destris moved to the edge of the hole, looking down,"Is she okay?"He watches as Jasmina ties off the rope, and waits for the others to head down, turning to watch to make sure nothing comes from behind, before climbing down himself.AthleticsSpoiler Hide (1d20)[19] - Assuming that is successful >-> Once Destris gets to the bottom of the hole, he looks about the room,"Hm - looks like a library. Is this what we came for?"Taking note of Ulthin and Mystral aiding Giarra, the half elf moves towards the bookshelves, trying to examine the books, wiping dust away from the spines in order to see if he could read the names. Alys slides down the rope using mage hand to steady her slowish decent, and decides to investigate the room, making sure to tread carefully. In the direction of the sound behind the books she carefully begins lifting whatever books are in the way with her mage hand, and placing them somewhere behind her gently. The rows of books are covered in dust, and many of the spines are marked in strange alphabets, or are simple, bound leather. Titles you can make out, likePrinciples of Siegecraft,Gethrax's CampaignsandMan the Soldiersuggest you might have arrived in the military history section.As you begin to move the books, you can see through to the next row of shelves. Unlike this first one, they've been ransacked - covers are strewn everywhere, and scraps of paper are lying around everywhere. Behind a fallen shelf, a wide tunnel breaches the far wall. And in the middle of this devastation, you see three kobolds in crude armour, each carrying spears in one hand and clutching torn pages in the other. One of them meets Destris' eyes, gives a high yelp, and then all three drop what they're carrying and lower their spears, advancing around the shelves.Spoiler Hide No surprise round either way. Initiatives please. Those on the surface hear the yelp, and will hear anything else easily enough. Kobolds: (1d20+5)[14] The shelves are narrow - passing someone between them wouldn't be easy out of combat, let alone in it - but the area around the rockfall is relatively clear. The rockfall itself is difficult terrain, two squares by two squares, but there's two squares of clear space on each side. Destris is at the end of the row, by a (roughly) 10-foot wide gap in the shelves. The kobolds are two rows back and on the other side, so 20 feet away. I can probably throw together a map if you'd prefer. Alys seeing the Kobolds prepares her wand.Spoiler Hide (1d20+8)[27] Initiative Alys moves to where she can target all three with a scorching burst, and do the least harm to the books and the shelves. I hold my action until this is feasible. (1d20+8)[12] Attack roll adding my wand of accuracy for the encounter (1d20+4)[23] (1d20+4)[10] Damage (1d6+4)[7] ((Sorry for being inactive.))Astrana have been following along, being quiet for most part as she have been surveying the ruins around her. Being quiet was something she was very good at.She have silently been following the others from a distance (she read enough adventure books to see that going first was probably a bad idea.)She slides down the rope ((Do we even need a roll here? If we do(1d20-1)[5])) and hear the yelps of the knobolds which causes her to instinctively back away.Spoiler Hide 7 Initiative from my roll in OOC so I assume she starts off after pretty much everyone else. Mystral curses her luck as the kobold emerge and lower their spears. Talking is out of the question, as her comerades are preparing their weapons in turn. She doesn't even know which language they are speaking in, but she surely doesn't speak it. Her spears and shield were, of course, still above ground, next to her tent and backpack. And, sure enough, that seemed like a good place to be now, too. To bad the rope is in use right now, and the hole to small to fly trough it. At least she wore her hide armor. She steps behind the cover of the dwarven warrior and picks up a stone, to use it as a throwing weapon, if push comes to shove. Then, she points at one of the kobolds and grins tauntingly."None of you can even dent this stout dwarfs armor!"she exclaims, and while this might seem like nothing but a senseless boast, her magic might compel the kobold to fight the dwarf instead of her or the hurt Giarra.Spoiler Hide Initiative: (1d20+2)[22] Move Action: Step behind Ulthrin Minor Action: Pick up a stone or other throwable object, if available at all Standart action: Misdirected Mark at kobold leader (then one who yelped): (1d20+4)[15] vs Will. Hit: (1d8+4)[7] damage & target is marked by Ulthrin. Alys raises her wand and calls up a quick purst of flame over the three kobolds. Two of them press themselves against the ransacked shelves, but the third yelps in pain as the arcane flames rake across its body. Several loose pages scattered around the room catch fire, but the burst is quick enough to avoid igniting the bound books.Mystral picks her way through the rubble, grabbing a small stone that fits her hand as she takes her place behind Ulthin. Her mocking remark echoes through the chamber, and the leading kobold glares wildly at Ulthin, eyes filled with a savage fury.Spoiler Hide Ulthin next, then Sal, then the kobolds "Stay behind me!" shouts Ulthin as he draws his hammer. Advancing quickly towards the nearest kobold, he goads the creature into coming out into the open before swinging his hammer at it.Spoiler Hide Move action: Move 2 squares to diagonally adjacent to kobold 1. Standard action: Footwork Lure vs. kobold 1 Attack: (1d20+7)[13] vs. AC Hit: [roll1d10+6[/roll] damage. Ulthin shifts 1 square west and slides kobold 1 into the space he left. Effect: Kobold 1 is marked until the end of Ulthin's next turn. The kobold once again flings itself flat against the bookshelf, barely dodging Ulthin's heavy hammer. He quickly resumes a fighting stance, and points his spear at Ulthin.Spoiler Hide A miss, I'm afraid. Don't worry about re-rolling damage. Glaring at Ulthin, the leading kobold gives a shrill cry of"Kai-yi!". The other two echo the call, then move to surround Ulthin and stab at him with their spears.Spoiler Hide Kobold 1 (cover): (1d20+6)[14], (1d8+2)[4] Kobold 2: (1d20+6)[16], (1d8+2)[4] Kobold 3: (1d20+6)[23], (1d8+2)[7] EDIT: One hit, 7 damage. New map: Spoiler Hide I misread a monster entry. It's +8 attack, +0 damage, so one hit for 5 damage to Ulthin Destris readies his sword and shield as he moves to meet the kobold flanking Ulthin, muttering a short prayer to the Raven Queen as he does, "May your ravens guide my blade thusly, so that it might do your will and strike down those who would stand before me. Judge them justly and keep us safe from your throne."Swinging his blade out, he swings to strike the kobold and gain it's attention - knowing the divine retribution it will suffer otherwise.Spoiler Hide [Move]Destris moves 1 square right, and 1 square up, to stand under Kobold 2. [Standard]Ardent Strike (1d20+7)[19] Damage: (1d8+4)[5], subject to Divine Sanction (marked and takes 7 radiant damage if it doesn't attack me) The prayer seems effective, and you make a shallow cut down the kobold's side. The kobold yelps with pain, and a harsh, white light lingers around the wound, marking an enemy of the Raven Queen. Jasmina steps forward, and around her allies, her sword drawn as she steps forward. "Ulthin. The one next to you has left his guard down!" She calls, alerting the Dwarf to a chance to strike.Spoiler Hide Move to the Right of the Red M. Use Command the Strike to give Ulthin a basic attack vs. Kob2. Attack vs. AC: (1d20+7)[22] Damage: (1d10+6)[13] Minor Action, Draw weapon. Ulthin's hammer catches the kobold cleanly in the side. It rolls with the blow and gets to its feet quickly, but it's wheezing and clutching its side. You're not sure if it's just winded, or has a broken rib, but that kobold is definitely the worse for wear.Spoiler Hide Kobold 2 is bloodied. Alys yells out "Hit him harder Ulth, they can't save their charred tails!" An excited look paints Alys's face as she cheers on her friend. Astrana get's one of her dramatic flares as the kobolds attack them, she feel the thrill of battle really get to her as she with a smile step towards the kobolds."Foolish creatures! You dare to stand in our path? I control the very flames of hell which shall devour your body and soul!"She announces as she attempts to act like the stereotypical dark and dangerous warlock you really shouldn't mess around it, her eyes nearly glowing with energy.The closest kobolt will be hit by her curse as she then summons the signature spell of the fourth tower, it's hand. It moves towards the kobolt and attempts to crush it with a sickening sound of popping bones and grinding flesh.Spoiler Hide Move to the square in front of Alys. Put warlock's curse on kobolt 2 as a minor action. Cast Grasp of the Fourth tower (Grasp of the iron tower) at kobolt 2 as a standard action. Attack VS Fortitude: (1d20+5)[15] In case it hits: (2d10)[10] + (1d6)[5] In case it misses she takes 1 damage (which should be negated by the fact she just gained damage resistance 6 until the end of her next turn) and targets kobolt 3 with the secondary attack. Attack VS Fortitude: (1d20+5)[13] In case that hits: Half of (2d10+4)[8] Bluff Check, acting much more dangerous and experienced then she really is: (1d20+11)[15] A great hand appears and grabs at the kobold. It struggles briefly, then goes limp in the spell's iron grasp. It falls to the floor, unmoving. The other two kobolds are obviously impressed by the display of power, and back away from Astrana a little.Spoiler Hide Kobold 2 is down. Astrana gets her boon. Shadowcaller, were you trying for lethal force here? Mikael is up next. Mikeal sighs as his companions have already made such leaps and bounds into combat. Their ferocity and theatrics not lost to him, but he feels it unnecessary right now...He flicks his wand at one of the kobolds and launches a bolt of energy from it's tip.Out of the way guys.He says as it flys.Spoiler Hide Standard Action to use Eldritch Bolt on Kobold 3. vs Reflex: (d20+6)[24] Hit: (d10+5)[10] Mystral steps to the right, Ulthin steps to the left, and the bolt catches the kobold square in the jaw. It steps backwards, and shakes its head to clear the after-images of the blast. Blood leaks from a few abrasions on its face.Spoiler Hide Kobold 3 is bloodied. Alys is next. A bolt of colorful flair leaves from the tip of Alys wall, launched in the direction of a koboldSpoiler Hide Phantom Bolt (1d20+4)[13] vs FORT (1d8+4)[8] physic damage, slides him up and to the left breathing in deeply, Mystral continues to taunt the kobolds from the back line, weaving her manipulative magic into her words. She hadn't expected her friends to react with such brutality to the attack, but it suited her as well. Still, she saw no need to kill the small little guy.Spoiler Hide (1d20+4)[7] vs Will Damage: (1d8+4)[6] Attack against the Kobold with the lower hitpoints. Nonlethal The kobold in the corridor staggers back from the bolt of light. It is, however, sufficiently distracting that it simply does not hear Mystral's tauntings.Spoiler Hide Kobold 3 is slid one square backwards and to the left. Ulthin's turn. Ulthin grunts as his feet display a grace previously unseen in the dwarf. His twinkling toes dazzle the kobolds as he dances between them before Ulthin attempts to bop one of them on the head with the butt of his hammer's handle.Spoiler Hide Move action: Shift up one so Ulthin is still adjacent to both remaining kobolds. Standard action: Footwork Lure vs. kobold 3 (nonlethal damage since it's in fashion) Attack: (1d20+7)[17] Hit: (1d10+4)[8] damage, and Ulthin shifts back to where he was, and the kobold is slid back to where he was. Ulthin steps forward, strikes the kobold almost gently on the head, and attempts to draw the kobold back with clever footwork. He's somewhat surprised that the kobold does not follow, then notices that it's lying on the ground, unconscious.Spoiler Hide Kobold 3 is down, but not dead (as salt3d specified). Sal's turn. The last remaining kobold slips past Ulthin and flees down the tunnel, making outrages squeaks and growls as it goes.Looking around, you see that this library has been quite heavily ransacked over some time. What the kobolds have been doing with it is anyone's guess, but there are torn pages and discarded bindings all over the floor, and some of the smaller shelves have been toppled and stripped nearly bare.Spoiler Hide Kobold 1 shifts away from Ulthin and runs down the tunnel. I'd call that the end of combat, unless someone really wants to chase a kobold down its own tunnel. Ulthin shakes his fist at the kobold as it flees, muttering a dwarven curse. Turning back to its unconscious former companion, the dwarf props it up against the end of a bookshelf, then begins slapping it gently as he speaks."Wake up! Wake up, you beast! We have questions for you!" The kobold slowly comes around. Its eyes roll a little, then it shakes its head to clear its vision. It speaks in a plaintive voice, but none of you understand the words it speaks."Kava? La berika kava-po?"Spoiler Hide Anyone who wants to can attempt a Streetwise, Arcana or Insight check. I'd prefer it if you made only one roll each, but you cna choose which of those skills to use. Mystral drops the stone she has been holding on for the last few seconds. Well, that went better then expected.. Gingerly, she steps to the kobold and eyes him for a few moments, trying to make heads or tails of his demeanour. Looking to she others, she remarks."Good work, everyone. Can those of you who don't try to speak the kobold try to get Giarras leg bound and her out of here? And I guess someone should search the chamber for other entrances so we don't get jumped again."Spoiler Hide Streetwise: (1d20+9)[27] Mystral:Spoiler Hide You recognise the language the kobold is speaking as Draconic, though you don't know any of the actual words used. It sounds like it doesn't understand what you are saying - it probably doesn't speak Common. "Now listen here you little lizard," says Ulthin, his face almost nose to nose with the kobold, "if you speak the common tongue you'd best start using it before we really get mad. Who are you and what are you doing here? What are you hiding that's worth risking your lives to attack us for?"Spoiler Hide Intimidate: (1d20)[17] Insight: (1d20+2)[18] The kobold cowers, and seems to be trying to press itself into the wall. Its voice shakes with fear, but it continues talking in a language you don't understand."Ki yikanth la-ni. Ki jeranth tan-onot, mero-laganth. La pakara tu lisset lissesa, la geraka ki-nipo?"With the last sentence, it bows low, putting its face almost to the ground and keeping it there in an obvious gesture of submission. It sounds like a plea of some kind.Ulthin:Spoiler Hide You're pretty sure it genuinely can't understand you. It's scared out of its wits, but it can probably read enough body language to get that you mean it harm if it doesn't help you. Mikeal sighs,Be gentle please. He is already defeated, yes? No need to hurt him, yes?Mikeal kneels next to the kobold and offers a hand carefully,We will not hurt you anymore my draconian friend, no?He smiles genuinely and chuckles.Spoiler Hide Diplomacy: (d20+5)[10] "Well he won't be escaping like his friend," replies Ulthin, drawing some rope from his pack. "Who knows what the little bugger is gonna bring back with him. We might need this one as a bargaining chip."Ulthin ties the kobold's wrists and ankles, then lashes the bindings together behind its back. "There," he says to Mikeal, "he's all yours. But don't let him go!"The dwarf stands up and returns to Giarra to lend some aid. Jasmina nods after Mikeal's comment. "We would like some answers, but we do not wish to bring you harm." The comment is said in a soothing voice, attempting to bring calm to the Draconian.Spoiler Hide Diplomacy Aid:(1d20+7)[18] Destris slid his blade away into the sheath, and hanging his shield on his back, as he knelt down, sifting through the torn bindings and shredded paper. He lifted one of the bindings, and brushed the dust off the spine, trying to read what the book used to be about."Seems terrible odd that they just shredded books - what purpose could they have had in doing so if they don't even speak the right tongue?"He dropped the ruined book, before moving to aid Ulthin with Giarra, inspecting her leg as he does so.Spoiler Hide Heal:(1d20+8)[16] The kobold meekly allows Ulthin to bind it, but when he walks away, it relaxes somewhat. It sounds almost sorry when it next speaks."La yika ki-ni. Ki yika la-ni. Ki gataya darakuram-la-ni."Giarra is waiting for help when Ulthin approaches her. She's a little pale, but you're not sure if that's from the pain or from watching the fighting."So, it looks like we have a kobold problem. Still, it seems to be sorted for the moment. If you could give me a hand, I'd like to take a look around. I've broken enough bones for this place that I deserve to see what it's like, don't you think?"EDIT: Destris leafs through the books, and notices that the pages have been torn roughly from the books, often leaving fragments of words still stuck in the binding. They seem to have attacked nearly anything they can find, but the newer books are more thoroughly stripped of paper - not that any of the books are very new. Inspecting Giarra's leg, he can tell that the break is fairly clean. Giarra should recover fully and quickly if she can keep her weight off it while it heals. "Kobolds? Well, we have to see it from the bright side, it could have been much worse things lurking around here. Kobolds seem like target practice in comparison. Just think about it, they are related to dragons right? So they collect shiny things which probably is the reason they are here. This means if there are valuable things in here, they have already collected them for us. All we need to do is to take it from them."Astrana says with a smile as she steps up to the others. "I don't know, Astrana. I've heard that kobolds can be rather cunning, and they aren't mindless things, after all. And they might look for a book that's written in draconic, or just scrounge for toilet paper. It would be terribly rude to start killing them in their own home just because they have something we want, they were here first, you know?"Mystral looks a bit aghast at the idea of killing the kobolds to take their collection. She wasn't hired as a murderer and thief. It was one thing to defend yourself against attackers or kill mindless enemies, but this just sounded needlessly cruel. "We don't need to kill them but they were trying to kill us, that's pretty rude in my book."She shrugs, unconcerned."So what do you suggest we do? Leave? I doubt the other kobolds will meet us much differently then these ones." "We'll see about that. Maybe they won't attack us when we free their friend? And they are bound to have someone who speaks common, aren't they. Anyway, here are more then enough books for us to browse trough, so we don't have to go running after them." "Mystral's right, Astrana," says Ulthin, "they may well be minding their own business. We cant be havin' with them just attacking us willy nilly, but they ain't just mindless beasts."Ulthin pauses for a moment, before adding, "One thing's for sure an' certain, though. You can't trust the little blighters at all. Not one inch." "I agree with Ulthin." Jasmina adds, "If they attack us, then we need to defend ourselves. But we should not attack them merely to steal their stockpiles." The tiefling sigh,"Fair enough, if you like it that way what do we do? Try to talk to them? Attempt to avoid them? What's our strategy here people? I still say that whatever they stolen from these ruins is probably in much better in Giarra's hands where they can expand our knowledge of this place rather then to be lost forever as some kobolds chamber pot." Mikeal sighs,The Draconian races have strong ties to many different divine and arcane powers. Perhaps they have a scholar that is attempting to use this literature. A shaman of sorts. We don't know...Mikeal looks back to the kobold,Why are you here?Spoiler Hide Charisma check to get my meaning across: (d20+5)[6] Insight check to get his meaning in response: (d20)[19] Spoiler Hide Insight: (1d20)[17] Self-Expression: (1d20+2)[11] The kobold looks Mikael in the eyes for a moment, but says nothing. Then, gradually, it begins to speak again, making small pantomime gestures with its words. At the end, it bows down to the ground once more, but rises after a little."Ki warabanth toruk-ni. Ki jeranth tan-onot, mero-laganth. Ki lisset lissesa."Mikael:Spoiler Hide The kobold obviously didn't understand your question, but explains itself anyway. It's insistent that it isn't doing something, probably taking something. It came here to look around after some sort of surprise, and is very sorry. I believe our scaled friend wishes to apologize... I think there was a surprise, and they came to look into it. I believe he's genuine.Mikeal looks back to the kobold,Can you explain further?Mikeal attempts to pantomime his actions as well.Spoiler Hide Insight: (d20)[19] Self-Expression: (d20+5)[18] Mystral watches with a bit of a bemused expression, then shakes her head."I'll let you "talk" with that little guy and fetch a crutch for you, Miss."she said to their employer and climbed out of the hole. There, she searched the surroundings for a stick, so Giarra could take a look at all those books. She left it to the others to secure the library they had unearthed. The paladin rests a hand on Giarra's injured leg and considers for a moment,"Perhaps I could attempt to heal her injury now, Mystral. If the Queen sees fit, of course. It would make travel much harsher, especially if we were to follow the kobolds into their tunnels."He looks about the room, "Not that I see many other options except back up. Who seals a library entirely..?"Shaking the wayward thoughts from his mind, he focuses on Giarra's leg, attempting to channel his power to heal and quickly mend her broken bones.[OOC: Going to try and use Lay on Hands to heal Giarra's wound. If that even works.] 'We should probably see if we can see where the other one escaped to," says Ulthin, "'less we wanna risk 'im comin' back with some friends."The dwarf pokes his head through the doorway to take a look before turning back to his companions. "Who wants to join me?"Spoiler Hide Perception: (1d20+2)[16] Astrana raises a hand,"I'll go with you, I don't think I'll do much good here with the kobold."She gets up and will start to head after Ulthin. Jasmina nods as she heads after Ulthin and Astrana. "Me too. I'm sure you can handle the kobold yourself, if necessary, Mikeal"No, that wasn't derrogetory, that was actually a show of encouragement.

Humble Beginnings - IC

Sisters of the Force {Yoda and TheGrandAdmiral}

( could feel her body acing as she ran the long trek back to the sith temple from the tombs of the great sith lords that had come before her. The setting sun told Zemmien she had been exploring the sith tombs for some time. Ever since she had arrived at the temple Zemmien had been one of the sith masters’ favorite pulps, as such it was not uncommon for them to take her along to explore the tombs. Today Zemmien had set out with Grand Master Tark, but the Sith Lord had chosen to remain at the tombs and meditate, while sending Zemmien back to the temple to rest. The sith tombs didn’t really interest Zemmien nor did meditating, so she had not argued when the sith lord told her to return. Studying and learning was what Zemmien had Nevennah for. Zemmien always wished she could bring her companion with her to the tombs, but it was not her decision only a Sith Lord could take an apprentice to the tombs and unlike Zemmien the masters of the temple did not take the same pride in her close friend.Arriving at the temple, Zemmien used her connection with her sith sister to learn that Nevennah was in her room and alone, exactly where Zemmien wanted her. Zemmien hurried toward the apprentice’s chambers to find her lover and friend. Knowing Nevennah would have felt her coming, Zemmien did not knock on her door instead she just opened it and slipped inside.“I got you something,” Zemmien explained, as she shut the door behind her and rushed over to where Nevennah was sitting at her desk, no doubt studying something Zemmien couldn’t understand. “You can’t tell anyone I got you this. I had to sneak it out of the tomb,” Zemmien added as she reached into her top and withdrew a crumbled-up page she had hidden. Unlike many of the other sith apprentices that chose or were forced to wear the black robes of an apprentice, Zemmien wore very little clothing, so she only had so many spots to hide things. “I think it’s some kind of Jedi message or something. I wish you could have gone with me, there was a whole bunch of stuff down there that you’d probably enjoy studying. Maybe when we become Sith we can go down there together” Zemmien explained, her voice fading as she knew it was not going to be easy for her friend to become a sith. Waiting for her friend to inspect the gift and find the Jedi light saber crystal inside the note, Zemmien tossed herself down on Nevennah’s bed. ( had spent the whole day in her room studying some ancient books that she managed to get from the library. Reading and her girlfriend, Zemmien, were the only things that made her stay on Korriban bearable. This was a dead world, unlike Dathomir which was teeming with life. She did not feel at home here, she did not belong with the Sith. Back home, with her other family, the Nightsisters, she was an outcast as well. Only the gorgeous Togruta understood her, or at least pretended to. Their courtship was a bit long as Nevennah did not trust her much, she knew that the Sith are not the most trustworthy group, but finally she gave in to her charms. Their first night together... that was something that would stay with her her whole life.It was not forbidden to have sex per se, just the love part was frowned upon as it could lead to the Light Side. Deep down her heart she really hoped that they could both escape this nightmarish place, though they could not go in Republic space as they would be hunted down. Maybe on one of the neutral worlds? Nevennah sighed silently, that was all wishful thinking. Zemmien would most certainly become a Sith Lady and will be forced to break up with her and she will be consigned to some menial task or simply killed. She tried not to think about those prospects though.Her mood improved as she sensed her lover approaching. She tried to pretend to be focused on the books when she entered. She seems to like her for that, being so studious, a cute little bookworm. Nevennah tried not to stare too much at her with her all too revealing outfit. She nodded at the request. The page was still warm from Zemmien's skin. There was something inside it... a crystal! She grinned broadly and turned to the Togruta "Aww, you shouldn't have." then turned back to read the page. After that was done she sat slowly on the edge of the bed. She wanted to cuddle with Zemmien. As she laid next to her Nevennah gently kissed her on the lips "You have the most romantic ideas." she giggled "The page is from a Jedi journal, you know they were controlling Korriban until the Empire retook it. There must be other pages. He seems to have been searching for something." She laid her head on her shoulder looking at her. A broad smile crossed Zemmien’s face as her red eyes watched her lover unwrap her gift. “I figured you’d think it was cool,” Zemmien explained, as she watched Nevennah, “there was a lot of cool stuff down in the tomb, but most of it was too large for me to hide from Master Trek.” While Zemmien loved how shy her companion was, she didn’t hesitate to pull her lover into a tighter embrace and place a more passionate kiss on her lips. “I’m not really interested with that paper, that’s why I gave it to you,” Zemmien teased as she pulled her lover down to the bed. As their lips sealed together, Zemmien, moved her had gently down Nevennah’s back. Just feeling Nevennah so close sent sparks throughout Zemmien’s body and filled her with a power she could not explain.“I love you,” Zemmien whispered as their lips parted, “but you need to change up your wardrobe.” With that Zemmien pushed on Nevennah’s side and forced her onto the bed, so she could take her favorite place above her shy lover. “There’s no reason for you to hide such beauty,” Zemmien continued as she reached behind her back and undid her own top, revealing her perky tits. Almost naked except for the small loincloth that separated her dripping sex from her lover, Zemmien reached down to kiss her lover once more. With her lips locked to those of her lover Zemmien began to tear off Nevennah’s robes, her hands searching hungrily for the perfect smooth skin her sister hid. Nevennah chuckled as Zemmien tried to undress her. It was part of the game they played before each intimate session. She tried to struggle and not to allow her to undress her. The Sith enjoyed forcing themselves upon their prey so she happily obliged. Pretending that she was struggling Nevennah reached under her loincloth and stuck several fingers in her already wet slit. "Ha haaa!" Nevennah exclaimed "I got you now!" she grinned "You won't get me so easily!" Zemmien couldn’t help but sigh, as she felt Nevennah’s fingers sliding between the lips of her moist pussy. Lifting her head Zemmien let the rush of pleasure course through her body for a moment, before she attempted to regain control of her body and her prey. “You will never be able to control me,” Zemmien teased, as her lust filled eyes stared down at her lover. Tearing at Nevennah’s robes, Zemmien finally found what she sought. “You know your mine,” Zemmien explained, as she wrapped a firm hand around one of Nevennah’s exposed breasts, “you’ll always be my good girl.”The feeling of Nevennah’s smooth breast in her hand caused the fire inside Zemmien to grow and lash out hungrily. Sliding her hand up to the peak of Nevennah’s breast, Zemmien pinched the sensitive bud of her sister’s breast. With her one hand holding her up and the other busy teasing Nevennah’s nipple Zemmien lend her head down toward her lover once more, only this time her lips sought out the other exposed nipple. Watching for her sister’s reaction, Zemmien slowly sucked and twisted her tongue around the sensitive bud of Nevennah’s nipple. "Ou..." Nevennah exclaimed at the pinch, it hurt, but it was a pleasurable pain. She squirmed a bit from how she was being handled, but that also was part of the game. Zemmien fucked her best when she gets all to excited from the hunt. Sometimes it could hurt, it also lead to some scratches and a few bruises, but it was all fine as the sex was sooo amazing. Nevennah enjoyed the pain and also she enjoying giving a good time to her lover."Oh I can control you alright..." she grinned and slid several more fingers inside her pussy spreading the lips a bit. Using her free hand she grabbed her left montral. This horn-like protrusion was very sensitive and Togrutas enjoyed the massages. She rubbed it gently as if it was a penis "You do like that, don't you?" Though Zemmien liked to control things and have it her way, she couldn’t help but enjoy the way Nevennah fought and played with her. Paying attention to the nipple between her lips and the sparks of pleasure that flowed up her body from her lover’s fingers, Zemmien was caught pleasantly by surprise when Nevennah took hold of her sensitive montral. “Oh,” Zemmien moaned, as her sister’s gentle hands teased her in every way she enjoyed. The feeling of Nevennah’s loving hands teasing her sensitive montral caused the flames inside Zemmien to lash out hungrily for more.“You know you’re not in control,” Zemmien insisted as she reached out not with her hands but with the force to gently choke her lover, not to cause any damage just to remained Nevennah she was in control. Releasing her lover both with the force and her hands Zemmien sat up on her lover. “I think you need to learn to appreciate me more,” Zemmien explained, with a smile as she sat up slightly off her over and undid both sides of her loin cloth. Tossing the last shred of her clothing aside Zemmien slowly moved up her lover only stopping when her naked sex rested above Nevennah’s lips. Sliding her hand into Nevennah’s golden hair, Zemmien gently encouraged her lover to taste her moist pussy. Nevennah enjoyed the choking. She trusted her not to kill her, though she had to be careful as in the heat of the moment her lover could cross the line. "Oh you..." but her line was cut short by having Zemmien's sex pressed to her face. The Togrutas had a peculiar scent there that made Nevennah go crazy about her. Maybe it was the pheromones, maybe something else?She did not care either way. The Dathomiri spread her nether lips and gave small licks going up and down. The taste was amazing. The moist added to it. Zemmien was excited alright. Nevennah grinned and had her index finger circle around the hole of he ass teasing her. The Dathomiri loved anal, both giving and receiving and fingering it was a nice part of it. Zemmien enjoyed a good many things, but nothing so much as mounting her lover and forcing her to do as she wished. “Oh Nevennah,” Zemmien moaned, tightening her grip on her lover’s soft golden hair as her skilled tongue moved inside her sensitive sex. What skill Nevennah might lack in the sith duals, she made up for with her tongue tenfold. Nevennah’s tongue was enough to cause that fire that had been building inside Zemmien to lash out sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. “Such a good girl,” Zemmien gasped, as she arched her back to look up at the ceiling, over come by the pleasure that radiated from her lover’s perfect touch.Once more pleasantly surprised by Nevennah’s finger teasing the entrance to her other hole Zemmien couldn’t help but gasp. Like a musician Nevennah seemed to know exactly how to play Zemmien. Giving into the pleasure that coursed through her body from her sister’s touch, Zemmien closed her eyes. The juices that had once just moistened her sex in arousal now freely flowed from Zemmien’s body as she came ever closer to the fire with in her core reaching its peak and erupting throughout her toned blue body. Zemmien's love juices were flowing over her face. It was so amazing. They tasted and smelt good. That made her aroused even more so she dug in with her tongue even deeper. She then nibbled her clitoris gently. Meanwhile her index finger was going round in a spiral reaching the bottom point.Her ass hole was tight so her finger met some resistance, but she persisted pushing it inside. The Dathomiri could sense the suction inside as the walls tightened around her finger. If Zemmien were a man she would have been massaging his prostate. Nevertheless she was sure that the sensation was pleasurable. Nevennah withdrew her finger then pushed it back in. In and out, in and out. "So who is in control now?" she purred "After that you fuck me with the strap on..." Zemmien could feel the fire inside her erupt sending waves of pleasure burning through her body. Lost in the pleasure of her orgasm the feeling of Nevennah’s finger finally penetrating her other hole only pushed Zemmien that much further over the edge. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that coursed through her body Zemmien collapsed on top of her lover, her body trembling with pleasure.“Nevennah,” Zemmien whispered, as she began to regain her control, “you sure know how to please me.” Knowing her sister wanted and deserved her own pleasure Zemmien reached out with the force to pull open a draw next to her lovers’ bed and pull out a thick plastic strap on. A twisted smile crossed Zemmien’s lips as she looked down once more at her prey.“You might have thought for a moment you had gotten control of me,” Zemmien explained as she gripped the fake cock in her hand, “but I’m going to use you until you beg me to be your master.” With that Zemmien stood up and looked down upon her sister. With a foot on either side of Nevennah, Zemmien balanced herself on the bed and began to put her favorite toy on. There was lube in the drawer that the strap on had been hiding in, but Zemmien would wait to see if she needed it. “Why don’t you take off your disgusting robes and show your mistress how much you like her thick cock,” Zemmien explained, laying down on the bed next to her lover and stroking her thick plastic cock as if it were a real one. The Dathomiri grinned at the comment that she knew how to please her. Then it turned into a smirk. Her arousal built up as she observed Zemmien taking the items that were necessary for the next phase. "Oh we will see about that, I know where to touch you so that you will beg me to continue." she giggled "But I do love a good fucking."Nevennah stood up from the bed and slowly started stripping. She peeled away the clothing in a playful and evocative way. Her lover had already done some of the work already, but she finished the job. After her panties were kicked away she placed one knee on the side of the bed "Oh I want you to fuck me like a tuk'ata." she whispered.She loved going on all fours and being used in that way. There was something primal and wild. Also in this way she subordinated herself to the Togruta. Despite all the bravado and teasing she was the sub and Zemmien was the dom. She liked it that way. The teasing was just to get Zemmien's fire going. "But don't focus only on one hole though..." she grinned. With hunger in her eyes Zemmien watched the blond dathomir as she slowly undressed and finally revealed what the not so flashy sith robes hid. “I really don’t understand why you’d agree to wear those things,” Zemmien commented, as her lover kicked aside her panties. The sight of her lover caused Zemmien to slowly lick her lips. “One day I’ll hopefully be able to convince you to show off more of that perfect skin,” Zemmien added, examining every inch of her now naked lover.“I don’t remember asking you what you wanted,” Zemmien replied with a playful smile, as she continued to play with her cock. The idea of just taking Nevennah and fucking her on all fours like a tuk'ata defiantly appealed to Zemmien, but she couldn’t give her lover what she wanted, at least not yet.“How about you come here and do what your mistress asked of you and get her cock nice and wet. Maybe if you’re a good girl and learn to listen, then your mistress will treat you like a tuk’ata bitch and fuck both your holes until you cum all over this bed,” Zemmien explained, even though she wouldn’t be able to feel the application of lube or saliva, seeing the beautiful dathomir worshiping her as if she actually had a cock filled the togruta with an undeniable sense of power over her lover, a feeling that she hungered for. Nevennah smiled coyly "Yes mistress..." she purred "Oh I wear them to tease you, mistress." now she was teasing Zemmien "I will be a good slave." she nodded energetically "Oh yes, yes, good slave." the Dathomiri grinned cheekily. She placed her knee on the side of the bed and reached for the dildo.She imitated stroking it gently for a few moments. After all they were looking for a full immersion. She then leaned and first licked the head, then slowly took it in her mouth. The rubbery taste was awful, but that was unavoidable. Nevennah moved her head slowly up and down, up and down. She maintained eye contact with her lover.A bit of saliva trickled down the strap-on. The only noises that could be heard were the slurping and sucking. She decided to push it in a bit more in her throat. She stopped just before gagging. *Agh* came the noise and then she removed her head from it. Saliva was trickling from the corner of her mouth and on her chin "Do you like it, mistress?" Even though both masters and her fellow apprentices of the sith academy commended Zemmien for her sith demeanor and the way her blood red eyes could tear into the sole, no matter how much Zemmien might want to appear as a tough mistress with Nevennah she just couldn’t totally keep it up. Zemmien felt too safe and happy to wear the mask she wore around everyone else. Biting her lower lip to attempt and hide her smile, Zemmien watched her blond-haired lover go to work on her plastic cock. The sight of Nevennah’s perfect lips sealing around her cock was enough to send shivers of anticipation and lust down Zemmien’s spine.“Such a good little slave,” Zemmien teased, as she watched her lover force herself to gag on the length of her cock. It was times like this with Nevennah between her legs that Zemmien couldn’t help but wish that she had a real cock between her legs. Pushing herself up onto her arms, Zemmien slowly pulled herself from under Nevennah. “I think my slave has behaved good enough to earn a reward,” Zemmien explained, remembering how her lover wanted to be fucked like a tuk’ata bitch. Assisting her lover with a firm hand when she could, Zemmien gave her lover a minute to get on all fours and comfortable.“I want to hear my little slave beg for this thick cock,” Zemmien explained, as one hand moved to grip Nevennah’s waist while the other took hold of her plastic cock. Waiting to hear her slave lover beg Zemmien began to move the tip of her cock around the outside of Nevennah’s sensitive sex, teasing the dathomir of what was to come. Nevennah knew that she would get what she wanted so she grinned. Once Zemmien moved away and freed the bed for her to get comfortable she moved to the cupboard and took a bottle of lube "We will need this for later." they tried it dry once and that was an experience she did not want to repeat. Some types of pain were best forgotten.It took her a minute to find the proper position. Her head and shoulders were positioned lower. Her ass was perked up. Her legs spread a bit giving Zemmien access to both holes. Her sex was dripping from the anticipation and the drops tickled her thigh. She wiggled her butt seductively "Yes mistress, I want your cock..." she grinned sheepishly "I want you to fuck me hard like the little bitch that I am." she giggled. Licking her lips Zemmien slowly slid her cock into her lover’s wet pussy. Liker her sith sister Zemmien knew that they eventually would be needing some lube, but for now Nevennah’s arousal and spit was enough to allow her plastic cock to slide into her lover’s body. Knowing her lover quite well, Zemmien only started out gentle. Taking her hand from her Nevennah’s soft hips Zemmien began to with draw her thick strap on. “I like hearing my slave beg,” Zemmien explained with a smile, as she began to slowly thrust her cock in and out of her lover, building speed and strength with each thrust. The sight of the dathomir’s ass cheeks jiggling with each of her powerful thrusts, caused Zemmien’s own pussy to moisten with arousal.“Fuck,” Zemmien commented in appreciation of her lover’s beauty, “I am never going to get used to this view.” Without warning Zemmien took her right hand from her lover’s body and raised it into the air, only to bring it down to plant a firm slap on her lover’s beautiful ass. “You like it when your mistress spanks you?” Zemmien asked, as she lifted her hand to spank the dathomir once more. "Yes... yes..." she moaned as she could feel the dildo going in and out of her moist sex. Nevennah moved her hips in synch with Zemmien's thrusts. Then the Togruta slapped her ass cheek. The sudden pain of it was so nice sending shivers down her spine "Yes, slap me..." she moaned and panted "I have been a bad slave..." she giggled "Go deeper...." she begged her voice muffled as she bit the pillow as it felt soo good "Harder..." she begged. Hearing her lover’s cries of pleasure only caused Zemmien to move her hips faster and harder, forcing the tip of her plastic member into the depths of Nevennah’s tight pussy. Zemmien might not have been able to feel the inside of her lover’s tight passage, but fucking her lover filled her with an indescribable amount of pleasure in another way.“You want it harder?” Zemmien questioned with a smile, as she pulled the bottle of lube to her right hand and popped it open. Not asking her partner what she wanted or if it was okay Zemmien poured a small amount of the lube down thr crack between Nevennah’s perfect ass cheeks. Taking her cock from inside her lover Zemmien pressed the tip against the entrance to her lover’s second hole. Though Zemmien wasn’t a huge fan of getting ass fucked, she could not deny her lover the pleasure she craved.Grunting in effort in the way a male might have Zemmien thrust her plastic cock slowly into her lover once more, only this time into her tighter passage. “I’m gonna fuck my bad slave’s brains out,” Zemmien explained, as she took it slow to allow the lube to lubricate her lover’s anal passage. Returning her right hand to her lover’s hip Zemmien prepared to fuck her lover like she longed to be. Nevennah's eyes widened, that was her favorite part. She loved anal. It was so... primal. The feeling being dominated in such a way was very arousing. She would take it in the ass anytime Zemmien wanted. The Dathomiri pushed her butt back taking the tip "Mistress..." she gasped "... please fuck your naughty..." she moaned "... naughty slave..." she gasped again. Once she was sure the tight passage had been all lubed up, Zemmien thrusted her thick plastic cock in and out of her lover holding nothing back, treating her more like some breeding whore then the woman she held close to her heart. “You’re my slave,” Zemmien explained, as she moved a head to press against the back of Nevennah’s head and force it down into the soft bed. “My bad slave,” Zemmien added, thrusting harder and harder. Unable to hear her lover’s cries of pleasure or pain Zemmien had to focus on her sister’s body for the signs for the signs of pleasure that no doubt would be consuming her lover’s entire being. Nevennah bit the pillowcase. Her fingers dug into the mattress. She was moaning loudly. Being fucked in the ass. It was an emanation of their relationship. It was both an expression of their love and trust, but also of their lust and passion. She reached with one hand and started rubbing her already wet sex. "Yes, mistress... I am a bad slave..." then a blinding light in her mind "I cumming..." she croaked. The Dathomiri was a squirter so the liquid shot down on the bed and trickled down her inner thighs "Your bad slave... made a mess... mistress... She needs punishment..." she whispered. Zemmien could feel Nevennah’s orgasim ripple through her body and through the force that connected them. Knowing her lover had reached her climax, caused a flood of pride and power to flow through Zemmien. Smiling the twisted smile she wore so well Zemmien lifted her hand and planted a firm slap on Nevennah’s naked ass. “You're such a naughty misbehaving slave,” Zemmien explained, lifting her hand to reveal the red mark from her last slap and the target for the next.Slowly pulling her cock out of her lover’s now gaping hole Zemmien reached down to undo the straps of her cock. Finished fucking her lover and looking to snuggle Zemmien tossed the used strap on aside and laid herself down next to Nevennah. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” Zemmien explained with a smile, as she lay there naked next to Nevennah, her head tilting to look toward her lover. “I’ll always fight for you, you know,” Zemmien added, her red eyes searching for Nevennah’s. Nevennah gasped from the buttslap and grinned "Yes, a very naughty slave...". As Zemmien laid next to her the Dathomiri turned to face her. She snuggled close to the Togruta and gently kissed her lips. She was still catching her breath from the nice fucking that she had received. Pressing her body to her lover in a embrace."I love you..." she whispered and kissed the tip of her nose. "You know, you don't need to fight forever..." she said "Sometimes I wish we just had a farm somewhere in the Outer Rim and lived a simple life." she sighed "Adopt a kid or two, have a small loving family, just you and I." Nevennah smiled sadly "But you have your fate and I will be always with you, I don't think I will ever cut it and become a Darth, but I will be there for you." she then grinned playfully "Your little Dathomiri slave." Snuggled against her lover Zemmien listened to Nevennah’s dreams. Though the idea of running away and to a world where it could just be her and her dathomiri lover was an enticing idea, the sith inside Zemmien did not find the idea of peace or farming the same.“Even if the masters can’t see it, I know you're a lot stronger than you or they think,” Zemmien commented with a warm smile, before planting a kiss on her lover’s cheek. The comment Zemmien believed wholeheartedly, but she also knew her sister was right to doubt her abilities as a sith. Holding her lover a little tighter and drifting towards slumber Zemmien thought ahead to the challenges they would face together and promised herself that no matter what she would never lose Nevennah, even if that meant giving up her dream of becoming a sith lord. Nevennah watched her fall asleep. She was so peaceful when she was resting. The Dathomiri lost herself in the embrace, gently caressing her lover's back. Planting soft kisses on her lips, trying not to wake her up. "I am forever yours..." she whispered and giggled softly. She was hoping that one day they could get married, something the Sith were ambivalent about, but she did not give up on the dream. "Rest well my love." Zemmien did not have a restful sleep, her dreams were a trap filled with darkness and horrors that the young sith apprentice could not escape. When her dreams finally released her it was not to the quiet noses of her sleeping partner or the sith temple, but to an annoying alarm summoning the apprentices. “Nevennah,” Zemmien whispered, shaking her partner lightly to awaken her if the alarms had not already done so.Planting a soft kiss on her lover’s cheeks Zemmien untangled herself from Nevennah and rose to put on her clothes. “What do you think is happening?” Zemmien asked, as she tied up her bra and started with her loincloth. Nevennah had a restful sleep, the hard fucking exhausted her and the fact that she was cuddling with her lover made it all the more soothing. She woke up from the kiss on the cheek. She smiled sleepily and her mind slowly registered the alarm. "Wha...?" she asked and slowly sat at the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes "I dunno... probably a drill?" she asked annoyed "No rest for the wicked I guess..." she gave a dry chuckle.She started putting on her clothes. "You threw my robes around! How am I to get dressed in time!?" she asked in a mock serious tone. "It is easy for you, you practically walk around naked!" she poked her tongue out teasingly. Zemmien shook her head and smiled at Nevennah’s attempt at humor. “You could wear less clothes if you wanted to. You know I wouldn’t complain,” Zemmien explained as she watched her lover scurry around picking up her discarded robes. Placing her light saber on the strap of her loincloth Zemmien moved around the room and did her best to assist Nevennah with getting dressed. Once they were both dressed Zemmien led the way out into the temple and towards the large gathering chamber.The gathering room was filled with sith apprentices by the time Zemmien and Nevennah made it. At the front of the gathering of apprentices Zemmien could see Grand Master Tark and his fellow sith lords. Zemmien knew something serious had to be happening for the whole academy to be gathering.“Sith,” Grand Master Tark pronounced, bringing a dead silence to the large chamber. “We have been called upon to meet the Jedi on the republic stronghold of Alderaan. This battle will be the downfall of the pathetic Jedi order and the beginning of the new era of sith rule over the galaxy. The Jedi know the importance of this world and are ready to protect it with everything they have. Do not be mistaken, by the time we take Alderaan I expect each and every Sith in this chamber to have proven themselves to the dark side,” Grand Master Tark explained, his speech continuing on to inform the newly declared sith how they would be moving to Alderaan.While some of the more naive and younger sith padawans might see this as an opportunity, Zemmien knew that they were only being called into action as troops to die in the Sith Lord’s war and for their glory. Sure, those that survived the coming battle would be full fledged sith, but at what cost. Zemmien could do nothing but follow the master’s instructions, for this was the way of the dark side. Nevennah's heart sunk. They were sent on their real mission, possibly fighting the Jedi. She knew how to use the lightsaber and was adequate with it, but she did not relish the opportunity like some of her fellow Sith. Oh she wouldn't join the Jedi as they did not allow for relationships like hers and Zemmien's, but she was no Sith either."Oh, I hope I can sneak in the Royal Library on Alderaan." she tried to sound excited and insert some levity "I suppose you can accompany me there!" she teased Zemmien as she knew that the library was the last place where the Togruta would like to go. "Imagine all the books there, I can feel myself drooling..." she chuckled."You should have seen your face..." she laughed and placed her hand on Zemmien's shoulder "You can be so adorable..." she whispered the last part as the Sith did not approve of the mushy stuff. "Maybe if we make it we can have a nice lovemaking session by some lake or in the forest?" she winked at her "It will be so romantic... Unless you find an Alderaanian Princess and run away with her..." Knowing what was coming, Zemmien wasn’t really in the mood for jokes, but knowing Nevennah had to be scared the young sith did not take her jokes too seriously. “Nevennah, this isn’t the time to joke around,” Zemmien looked at her lover and best friend. “Plus, you know if I found an Alderaanian Princess, I’d still keep you around as my Dathomer slave,” Zemmien added, smiling and taking her lover's hand, so that they wouldn’t get separated as the sith moved from the great chamber of the sith temple.“We need to focus on staying alive and you need to focus on staying very close to me,” Zemmien added, as the great many sith began to shuffle to obey the orders of the sith masters. Zemmien wasn’t really afraid to meet the Jedi in combat, she was more afraid of what might happen to her beautiful Dathomir lover. Having spent a considerable amount of time in the shadow of the sith lords Zemmien knew that war and battle was nothing like the stories from the sith archives, she knew what awaited them on Alderaan, especially those of them that had something different hidden between their legs. Soon the two young lovers would be loaded on a sith transport headed for Alderaan. Nevennah could sense that her lover was serious so she dropped the light-hearted attitude. She squeezed her hand in hers "I am forever your slave..." she leaned to whisper. "I have my lightsaber ready." she said "I will follow your lead." the Dathomiri was not a good swordsman, but she could handle regular soldiers. The Jedi were a bigger problem, but she was good enough at using the Force, so she could compensate a bit, at least long enough for Zemmien to save her."Please stay with me in the transport. I don't like some of the dirty looks the guys are giving me..." she whispered and blushed "I am only yours." Nevennah pouted "I know you can scare them away." she smiled "But those transport bunks will probably be too narrow for us to share them..." the Dathomiri sighed. Zemmien stayed as close as she could to Nevennah, for as long as she could, but eventually they were pulled apart. Being the skilled sith prodigy that she was Zemmien was separated from her sister and the other padawans. Even though she wanted to keep her sister close Zemmien knew how the sith handled attachment and love and in the end she would bring more harm to her sister if she disobeyed the sith lords. Zemmien’s desire to protect Nevennah only grew when she learned the battle plans.While herself and some of the masters would be leading a second attack on the capitol, the rest of the sith and apprentices would be attacking the enemy head on. While no doubt Zemmien would be facing the strongest of the Jedi, the battle that awaited her sister was going to be just as difficult if not more dangerous for a beautiful Dathomier padawan. Nevennah felt anxious about that mission. She had tried to put a jovial attitude, but that was for show. She needed to reassure Zemmien that she could take care of herself. But at the back of her mind she knew that the Togruta was aware of her inability to fight an experienced warrior. She did not fear the Republic Soldiers that much, but the Jedi... the Jedi were something else.From how they were divided it seems she was slated for the meat-grinder. She was disposable, if she was able to take out some enemies with her, all the better. Her heart sank, Nevennah looked sadly at her lover. Maybe that was the last time she saw her. But something took her out of those thoughts as she felt a hand groping her ass.The Dathomiri was used to it, but did not enjoy it... unless it was Zemmien who did it. She looked behind and saw that it was a Twi'Lek male, grinning lustfully at her. The idiot was thinking with his cock instead of his head. He was slated for death... maybe that was why, score a booty before dying?The journey to Alderaan will be a long one... While Zemmien was busy with the sith lords, it seemed as though her lover was receiving less desirable attention.It was no secret that the sith were known for taking what they wanted, which worked perfectly in Acelzilis’s favor as he meant to finally have a taste of his fellow padawan and rather attractive Dathomir sister, after all her friend and personal body guard seemed to be missing. “Hey Nevennah,” Acelzilis explained, as he confidently squeezed the Dathomir’s perfect ass. The feeling of Nevennah in the palm of his hand sent shivers of excitement running down Acelzilis spine. While he grouped Nevennah’s ass two of Acelzilis’s friends came out of the shadows to show the poor helpless Dathomir she was trapped. One of the friends was a tall Trandoshan with an average build while the other was a human female with rather unnaturally dark hair and an athletic build.“My friends and I were wondering if we couldn’t get a little action before we have to go kill all those Jedi on Alderaan,” Acelzilis explained, starting to move his grouping hand up from Nevennah’s ass towards her chest. Nevennah was cornered. She was surrounded by other Sith who were lusting for her. She was sure that this will end up with her being raped... multiple times. "Hey guys, I am taken..." she chuckled nervously, she needed to buy some time until she figured out what to do. Normally the decision would have been straight up killing them all, or at least one or two, then run for it. But now they were preparing for an attack on Alderaan and she was sure that the higher ups won't be happy if the cannon fodder killed each other before they even set a foot on the planet.Maybe she could incapacitate one or two. "I am not into you and I am sure that Zemmien would not appreciate her lover being raped." she tried to smirk. She considered attacking them, but that will surely escalate things quickly. She needed to think of a plan.

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